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tamariasykes-art · 2 years

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Grrm family at the beach Part 1/2

We went to the sea for a vacation, so I felt the need to write some beach vacation inspired headcanons for the GRRM family plus (grand)kids. This post got very long, so I split it into two parts. The first one is the golden linage plus Nepheli and the second will be the Carians and the twins. Reblogs are appreciated. Part 2 needs to be polished but I can hopefully post it soon.

Godfrey:

He is very excited to go to the beach and have an entire day to spent with his wife and children. After they arrive, he and Godwyn immediately rush throw themselves into the waves. Both have a swimming race to the far edge of the coast and back which Godfrey wins.

After a few more rounds, both grow bored because there is not much to do that provides some kind of challenge for them. (And their muscles)

Godfrey attempts to coax Morgott out from under the shade, or at least assure him that he doesn’t have to be bundled up in towels the entire time. Not one attempt is successful. But he manages to strike up a conversation with Godrick, who eagerly listens to him recount stories of his war campaigns.

Marika:

It is hot girl summer. She is doing hot girl shit. She settles down to sunbathe, wearing her black bikini with matching sunglasses and does not plan on moving for the entirety of their day. She claims she is just there to get a good tan but ends up looking no different the next day much to her frustration.

Sometimes she will sit up and check to make check that nobody has died, the beach isn’t on fire and her warrior husband is still looking super hot.

Godwyn:

He arrives on Fortissax, because of course he does and compared to the rest of his family is he very excited for this day trip. He feels good being outside in the hot sun and doing something for his body.

He is bit upset that his friend leaves pretty early, but being in the presence of the Queen who waged war against his kin and the Lord who carried out said war.

Godwyn’s attempt to flex his swimming skills and flawless demigod body in front of the Black Knife Assassins falls flat and he gets jumped by them later and almost drowns. He also ends up with a sunburn because he assumed his godly skin would be enough protection. (What a himbo)

When it is time to leave, Fortissax is there to pick him up again and they both spent a very long time playing around in the ocean, splashing water at everyone, much to the displeasure of Marika.

Morgott:

Did not want to come. Does not want to be here. He feels way too hot and, the sand is irritating his skin and sticking to the fur, the water is to wet, everything is hot, and his family is too loud. He hides away under a parasol in the shade while being wrapped in a few towels for protection.

He continues to suffer in silence until Nepheli offers him so cool watermelon, which he accepts with some reservation, but he ends up eating whole after noticing how dehydrated he is.

Morgott can’t swim and he isn’t all too fond of large bodies of water after growing up in the severs, but something inside him has been stirred at the thought of at least dipping his feet in the waves and see what it feels like. He ends up standing by the shore while everyone is packing up, but then just decides to head home because the wet sand is sticking to his fur.

Mogh:

Brings his cult (Varre) with him to the beach and attempts to make a spectacle out of his arrival, but no one besides Godwyn shares the excitement. He doesn’t bother giving Marika an ounce of attention and instead chooses to bond with his siblings. (By trying to recruit them into his cult)

Mogh needs to inquire from his loyal follower what is it you even do at a beach, besides swimming and after hearing a few suggestions he simply decides on sunbathing since it allows him to enjoy the warm climate.

He ends up in a heated discussion with Rykard about heresy and ideologies which divert from the principles of the Golden Order, and both become so absorbed in it that they become unaware of how much time has passed until it is time to pack up.

Godrick:

Probably scares children and stomps on their sandcastles or something. He also wants to go swimming for a while, not to impressed Godfrey of course, but ends up pushing himself to exhaustion by trying to manage all his limbs.

He ends up suffering from both sunburn and a heat stroke and joins Morgott under his parasol, where he looks like a miserable wet dog.

Pre grafting Godrick just sits under a parasol and complains about that the weather. There isn’t much to do for him since he doesn’t really know how to swim and can’t even gaze at the sun without his consciousness beginning to say goodbye.

Nepheli:

Is probably the most relaxed out of all of them. She goes swimming and enjoys a bit of a workout before retiring to her beach mat. She eats a bit of watermelon and ice cream and helps Rya pick out some nice seashells to take home with.

She also uses the opportunity to get to know her extended family better, but in her case, it works out because her personality makes everyone feel very comfortable around her. The day flies by way to fast for her to speak to everyone, but she is still glad to have made some more connections with her brothers and sisters.

#text #my headcanons #elden ring #godfrey the first elden lord #queen marika #marika the eternal #margit the fell omen #morgott the omen king #mogh lord of blood #godrick the grafted #godwyn the golden #nepheli #long post

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dduane · 2 years

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Casual pre-project dialogue

(per this and this):

DD: Mr. Holmes. Dr. Watson. You’re very welcome to our off-hours bar. I’m looking forward to our upcoming work together, and hoping it’ll be rewarding for all of us.

SH: Thank you, madam. We have high hopes as well.

JHW: Thanks!

DD: A couple of words before we begin. First of all: Mr. Holmes, I have to apologize for the present state of your clothes. I bought quite a nice late-Victorian-early-Edwardian-ish era rig for you the other day, but unfortunately men’s tailoring on this platform isn’t quite what could be wished, and the damn thing keeps crashing the renders.

SH: Madam, I beg you not to be concerned. Doubtless it will come right soon enough.

DD: From your mouth to Thoth’s ear. ...I also purchased quite a nice dressing gown for you, but its settings are insanely complex and I have to admit I haven’t yet figured out how to work it.

SH: I daresay if you have too much trouble regarding that, Dr Watson might be able to advise you.

JHW (eyeroll): ...Sherlock!

DD: (closely matching eyeroll/sigh) Doctor, I feel your pain. For God’s sake don’t let him get into innuendo mode with @petermorwood, or we’re all going to be knee-deep in sausage jokes in a matter of minutes. ...Anyway, we’ve got a twin to your full armor rig stowed out back, with a surgical extension pack and the regulation combat armament kit as well. If you’ve got any maintenance issues, we’re equipped to assist you. Ask somebody behind the bar to find Sker’ret for you. Or Carmela. They’ll get you sorted out.

JHW: Ta! Much appreciated.

DD: ...Meanwhile, why don’t you two step around to the bar and meet some of the locals. And don’t let them try anything cute with you about the bar tab: it won’t be your round for a good while.

JHW: (grins) Noted.

DD: Good. ...And Mr. Holmes? A word of advice. Deduction in this neck of the woods can be a tricky business. In particular, the curly-haired gent at the bar...? He’s an adept. He reads souls. Don’t give him an excuse to read yours.

SH: ...Indeed! ...Well then. Perhaps (glances sideways) his long-time lover—no, husband there—

DD: (rolls eyes and waves a hand, done with this already) Oh yeah, by all means, let’s have a hundred-foot-high lion-demigod pull the roof off the place in a fit of pique right at the start of happy hour. Again. (looks at Dr. Watson) Restrain him, Doctor? If at all possible.

JHW: It’s a never-ending challenge.

DD: (more sighing) I hear you there. Just stand the King a white wine and concentrate on taming him with kindness. ...Oh, and one other thing. The teenagers you’ll see wandering around here from time to time?

SH: “Teenagers?”

DD: Oh. Sorry, period idiom. “Young people.” Don’t tease them. The results are likely to be uneven...

(after a few more pleasantries exchanged, exeunt the world’s first consulting detective and his Army doctor in the direction of the bar)

DD (rummages around in the [OOS] shopping bag and hands the remaining visitor a steak): ...Nice kitty.

#WIP prep #Mr Sherlock Holmes #Capt John H Watson MD RAMC FRCS #pastiche #sabertooths #cat people #steampunk #cyberpunk #and as many other subgenres as can be stuffed into this book

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ash-rigby · 3 years

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Amber (Female Demigod) [F/NB]

Featured Characters: Nonbinary human and a female demigod. Both are adults.

Description: Mara has been in love with her human friend Bellamy for years, but has never gathered the courage to confess or even ask if they like women. While Bellamy is out on a date, Mara takes the opportunity of having an empty apartment to have a bit of solo fun. However, Bellamy returns much earlier than expected and just in time to find Mara pleasuring herself while calling their name.

Contains: Nonhuman POV, Masturbation, Magic Sex Toys, Mild Finger Sucking, Oral, Unprotected Sex.

Nonbinary Character Anatomy: The nonbinary character in this piece has a penis.

Completion Date: May 1st, 2021

Word Count: 4856

Mara waited for about an hour after Bellamy left to make sure that she was guaranteed to be alone in the apartment. Her roommate was out on a date and likely wouldn’t come home until much later—if they did so at all that night. She grimaced at the hot, anxious pang in her chest. An envy that ran so deep within her that it was almost sickening.

The demigod was madly in love with Bellamy. It was no surprise; very few wouldn’t fall for them. They were tall, confident, poised. Their honey-brown eyes could melt steel as easily as they did hearts. Mara had yet to meet another human that she could accurately describe as a god among mortals. Such was the divine air about them that could make even the mundane turn exciting simply being done in their presence.

But the reality was that Bellamy had exclusively dated men. In all her years of friendship with the human, Mara had never found the courage to ask them if they also liked women. She couldn’t bear the thought of Bellamy saying no; a painful confirmation that she never had a chance from the start.

Mara sighed and shook herself. No sense in getting worked up about it—again. She instead focused on her goal at hand. A certain itch that needed scratching. It was one of those days where she could just really use a good orgasm.

She had been spending the last hour laying in bed and reading erotica on her phone. It was just to get herself more into the mood while she waited. But as her eyes scanned the increasingly raunchy lines, she found her hand slipping down the front of her pants and rubbing at her pussy over her underwear. She bit her lip around a quiet moan and stopped touching herself; she couldn’t wait any longer.

Mara rolled over and placed her phone on the end table, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. She removed her two-sizes-too-large t-shirt and tossed it to the chair in the corner—the “laundry chair” which she would have to deal with in the next couple of days. Then she stood and slipped out of her sweats and boxer briefs. The simian-humanoid added them to the pile and went for her bedside drawer.

Inside was her favourite toy. The dildo wasn’t anything extreme; average-sized with a realistic design in a light brown skin tone. Her fingers curled around its familiar length and she took out a half-empty bottle of lube along with it. She situated herself back on the bed, her body thrumming with excitement.

Laying back against her pillows, Mara held the dildo in her hands and summoned her magic. There were just two extra touches that she needed to add to turn it from a good toy to the perfect one. The twin horns on her head heated and glowed as the dildo warmed to a natural body temperature. She cast the second spell and watched the silicone start to expand and contract with quick, rhythmic throbs.

Mara’s heart raced as the toy pulsed in her light grasp, intensely erotic in its mimicry of needy flesh. She reached for the lube and began slicking up the false shaft. It twitched excitedly under her palm, shining in the light. Sitting back, she brought it between her spread thighs.

The soft, round head pressed against Mara’s folds. She teased herself with it, running it up and down her slit. The pulsating was divine; almost like the toy had the mind to be desperate to fuck her. Her fingers went to her clit and a breathy moan escaped her parted lips. She rubbed the swollen bud, slowly at first, but gaining speed.

Mara had damn near started to soak the sheets by the time she moved to probe herself with the toy. She slipped in just the head, pausing on a gasp. Her desire-addled mind had given her a thoughtless image; thick curls of dark auburn hair, a fiery gaze, an impish smile she had long wanted to taste. A needy whine bubbled from her throat as she dashed it away—not now.

Mara pushed the dildo the rest of the way inside her, holding it still just to feel it throbbing while she stroked her clit. She started pumping it in and out of her sopping pussy. The sounds were wet and filthy. Heat tingled at her folds, raged a sultry storm through her body, and brought a glistening sweat to her light teal skin. She moaned honestly, her hips trembling and bucking slightly into her touch.

Her pleasure mounted and she squirmed as she stopped rubbing her clit; she didn’t want to cum yet. Still slick with her own juices, her free hand went to her breast. She craved the feeling of a tongue tracing the lines of the sweat dripping between her breasts before a hot mouth latched onto the erect, sensitive nipples. Her chest heaved with panting breaths. Thoughts of being sucked and fondled made her whimper, her body arching into invisible touches.

Mara could feel herself dribbling around the toy’s girth. But at that angle, she found that she couldn’t get the last inch and a half or so of it inside her. She wanted it deeper; needed to feel all of its thick, pulsating length. With a bite on her lower lip and a slightly frustrated groan, she pulled it out to properly position herself.

She turned and went down a little further on the bed, staying on all fours with her simian tail raised out of the way. Her horns glowed once more as she reached out her magic, focusing on the toy. She raised it telekinetically from the sheets and made it float into the air behind her.

Wasting zero time, Mara eased it into her pussy. A satisfied moan accompanied the sensation of it seated fully inside her, the silicone balls flush against her. She slowly drew it out before slamming back in, making herself yelp in pleasure as she built the pace.

Mara’s hands tightly gripped her sheets. The dildo pounded relentlessly into her as per her command, drilling to the hilt with each thrust. She curled her tail underneath and rubbed at her clit with it. The shock of ecstasy that radiated through her almost brought her crashing to the mattress. Her legs and elbows barely managed to hold her up, shaking as her body raced toward the edge.

The demigod’s mouth was open on unabated moans. She could feel her pussy going wild around the toy which she poured more magic into so that it throbbed even harder. A long, stuttering noise left her as the pulsations escalated, mimicking the fervid twitching of a cock ready to burst. Her walls milked the toy as if that were possible—fuck, she wanted it to be able to cum. She wanted to feel hot seed shooting inside her as she came apart.

Mara started bucking herself into the toy’s movements, her breasts bouncing back and forth. Eye-rolling pleasure surged, building upon itself with each passing moment. She ground her tail hard against her clit and felt her excessive wetness dripping down the inside of her trembling thighs. She cried out, panting and gasping around her shameless sounds.

She could almost feel a set of hands gripping her waist, pulling her back into deep thrusts. Warm, comforting but strong hands. Irresistible hips hitting her ass and driving that fevered, pounding member into her over and over again.

“B-Bellamy,” she whined, the name leaving her almost against her will. “Bellamy…s-so good.”

Mara didn’t fight it any longer. She let all of her depraved fantasies spring forward. All of those times she wanted Bellamy to take her any way they pleased against every surface in the apartment. How their voice would sound, gasping and desperate as they told her how good she was for them.

“Bellamy! Oh, fuck!” she cried. “Oh…oh I’m—ah! Oh, I’m so close! Bellamy! Bell—!”

“Yes, Mara?”

The demigod froze, the toy abruptly stilling—fully sheathed. Her long, pointed ears twitched at the familiar, lilting voice that had spoken. With her heart pounding in the cavern of dread that had suddenly become her chest, she turned her head to her open bedroom door. Leaning against the door frame, dressed in all form-fitting black, was Bellamy. Dumbstruck from sheer mortification, Mara could only stare back at them for an uncomfortable moment.

Finally, she stammered, “Wh-what happened to—?”

“Canceled then ghosted,” Bellamy said. They shrugged gracefully. “Hardly my loss. I never got the sense that he knew exactly what he wanted from me and you know I can’t stand indecision.”

Their tone was inexplicably casual; they didn’t seem to be at all disgusted. In fact, it was as if they were drinking in Mara’s state, their eyes bright and curious as an almost amused smile graced their features. The demigod thought—beyond all reason—that there was interest in that look, but she had to be wrong.

Coming to her senses, Mara jolted and started pulling the toy out of herself.

“I…shit,” she said, suppressing a moan at the feeling. “I’m s-sorry. I’ll just—.”

“Stop,” Bellamy said.

There was no anger; the order was strangely soft. But Mara still couldn’t help but obey. She bit her tongue, her face flushing as the head of the dildo continued to pulse inside of her.

“Stay right where you are, darling.” Bellamy sauntered over, their gaze glued to the demigod who shivered at the term of endearment. “Don’t you dare move.”

As they sat on the edge of the bed, Mara looked away. She felt Bellamy lean towards her and then a soft hand was lightly gripping her chin. The rings on their fingers felt cool against her skin. In a gentle and fluid motion, her eyes were meeting Bellamy’s once more. She stared into honey-brown pools decorated by a faintly shimmering smoky eye makeup. Though subdued, there was an intensity there that nearly left her breathless; like watching a distant storm.

Bellamy held her still, dragging out the tension-filled silence. Their perfume enveloped her senses; a warm and spicy amber fragrance with subtle, enticing notes of vanilla and something woody. The more Mara breathed it in, the more her anxiety at being caught bled away. She leaned into Bellamy’s touch, heady neediness rising in her that made her feel weak.

“Keep going,” Bellamy said, their voice low and sultry. Mara blinked slowly at them, not sure that she had heard correctly. “I want to see you cum.”

Mara hesitated as she processed exactly what had been asked of her and, most importantly, that this was happening. But after only a few stunned moments, she eased the toy back in, taking its full length with a shuddering gasp. She deeply fucked herself, and kept the thrusts short and quick. Bellamy watched, their striking eyes locked on Mara’s increasingly wanton expression.

The demigod trembled and whined. With the bewitching human right in front of her, she wanted more—the toy be damned. Just the single point of contact of Bellamy’s hand on her chin was leaving her starved. She thought of clambering onto them and grinding her pussy into their clothed cock until they were desperate to be inside her. The desire to feel the hot press of their body against hers was a fervent craving that blazed hotter with every passing second.

“Bellamy…I want—.” Mara was cut off by a forlorn mewl. “I want…your—.”

Bellamy tsked and gave a playful shake of their head. “Not until you finish what you started, darling. Call it punishment for leaving me out of the fun.”

They leaned in closer then, their breath ghosting over Mara’s parted lips as they spoke.

“If you wanted a taste this badly, all you had to do was ask.”

Closing the minuscule distance, Bellamy kissed Mara. It was far from how the demigod envisioned a first kiss from them going—the dildo was a surprise—but she wasn’t about to complain. Her moans were captured and muffled by warm lips. Short, neatly trimmed facial hair tickled her lightly. She allowed the kiss to be deepened, meeting the probing tongue with her own.

Mara’s body was begging for air by the time Bellamy pulled away but she still briefly chased their lips. She could feel patches of her short, dark teal fur clinging with sweat to her neck and lower back. Her pussy squeezed around the toy’s throbbing shaft. There was a near flood soaking her thighs, dripping down with every thrust into her stretched, twitching hole.

Bellamy slowly grazed their thumb over Mara’s bottom lip. She darted her tongue out along the tip of it. The human looked at her curiously and she did it again, licking as far as she could manage while locking on to the excited gaze. Bellamy smiled and slid the single digit into her mouth.

Almost voraciously, Mara licked and sucked at their thumb. Saliva glistened over the light brown skin and dripped slightly from the left corner of her lips. She closed them around it, moaning and worshipping it with her tongue as it was lazily pumped in and out.

Bellamy swallowed thickly—another betrayal of their collected exterior.

“There’s a good girl,” they praised, their voice barely above a murmur. “Such a talented mouth.”

Mara’s eyes darted downwards and she could see Bellamy palming themself through their pants. They hardly made a sound, but their breath came a little heavier as they stroked their growing bulge. The hand still holding Mara’s jaw began to minutely tremble like its owner was only just managing to hold themself back. Mara whimpered; Bellamy wanted to fuck her so badly. If actions weren’t screaming loud enough, then the searing arousal in their expression was.

The demigod teased her clit with her tail once more. Heat pooled between her legs, an incessant throb of burning pleasure that fell just short of the release that she needed. She made the toy slam into her faster, digging it persistently into that sweet spot. Her dripping pussy took each thrust and tightly hugged the pulsating silicone.

A loud moan escaped Mara, making her let go of Bellamy’s thumb. They lightly hooked it over the center of her bottom teeth and held her mouth open. Her tongue lolled over the knuckle as she began letting out a string of ceaseless cries. She was so close, balancing on quivering toes over the edge.

A last look into Bellamy’s face was her undoing. Their beautiful lips opened on a gasping but delicate inhale.

“Cum for me, Mara,” they said in their rich, smouldering tone.

Mara practically wailed as her body obeyed. A powerful orgasm crashed into her like an ocean wave, much stronger than her usual solo sessions with the toy. She shook through it and dropped bonelessly to the side once it was over. Basking in the euphoria, she laid there and caught her breath. The toy continued to throb away deep inside her, making her whimper and jolt. She made it stop to save her brain from being fully scrambled from the overstimulation.

Mara felt Bellamy move and watched as they leaned over her. A cloud of their intoxicating perfume descended onto her. Heat bloomed on her face as the mere scent of it was enough to make her pussy clench. She gasped when the toy suddenly shifted; Bellamy had reached over and gripped the base.

“Allow me,” they said, the phrase casual but spoken with an air of reverent desire.

Slowly, they pulled it out. Their free hand trailed down Mara’s side and over her thigh, smoothing down her fur. She gave a low, weak moan as each inch left her. The head exited with a lewd, wet pop.

Bellamy sat back then and held up the glistening toy. Looking down at Mara with hooded eyes, they gave a devious grin. They languidly dragged their tongue up the length of the toy, swirling it around the tip and tasting her slick. The satisfied sound that left them made her already racing heart skip.

“Fuck,” she hissed. “This has to be a dream.”

Bellamy chuckled and licked their lips before depositing the dildo on the bedside table. “It better not be. I’m having too much fun.”

Mara smiled, but it was fleeting. The nervous insecurity that had plagued her for years surrounding her attraction to Bellamy poked annoyingly at her happiness. Even after all that had just been proved. Her trembling hand dug into the sheets as she stared at the back of her friend’s head, entranced by the dark waves.

“I…never thought this would be how I found out that you like women,” she said meekly.

There was a faintly sad look of surprise on Bellamy’s face when they turned to look at her. Realization dawned on them as they pieced together the novel hinted at by that single sentence. Their voice turned achingly soft.

“You didn’t know…so that’s why you never—?” They reached out and cupped her cheek. “I’m so sorry, darling. I should have seen.”

“Don’t be. I shouldn’t have been so scared to ask,” Mara said. She sighed contentedly and leaned into their touch. “There’s…a lot that I want to talk about.”

Bellamy nodded, looking at her intently. “And I will listen.”

Mara wanted to spill everything then; to sing every praise of Bellamy she had ever locked away inside of her, to weep and mourn the time lost to yearning, and to scream at the sky how much she wanted to be with them and not just for some curiosity-satisfying fling. But in that moment, any of those words refused to be spoken and became rippling energy that craved only physical expression.

“But, hell, there’s gonna be time all the time in the world for that,” she said, listening to her body’s wild call. “If you’re down, I fucking need you like air right now.”

Instantly, Mara knew there would be no argument or tentativeness. The radiant smile that she loved so much returned along with a flash of excitement in Bellamy’s eyes. They gently brushed their thumb along her cheekbone and then stood.

“Well, it seems that I have a lot of ground to make up,” they said, taking off their necklace and stripping out of their shirt. Their hair cascaded down to their mid-back, covering half of a floral spine tattoo. “You’ll have the night of your life even if it kills me.”

Mara chuckled. “Please don’t.”

Bellamy removed their rings and earrings, putting them onto the table. Their hands then went to the button of their pants. Mara followed the motion as they were slid down smooth, brown legs. She sucked in a breath as her eyes trailed back up; Bellamy was wearing a pair of black, lacy underwear. They knew exactly where their night had been headed—though likely not with whom.

Mara sat up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed as Bellamy turned. She eyed the enticing bulge under the dark fabric; though pretty, she wasn’t inclined to take much time to appreciate it. Her hands reached out and lightly grasped their hips, pulling them closer. She placed a soft kiss at their navel before slowly removing the sexy garment.

Bellamy’s cock was half-hard, twitching under Mara’s gaze once the human was fully naked before her. She took it in her hand and gave the tip a cheeky kitten lick. Raising it up, she moved her attentions to the shaft, licking her way down the side. Bellamy breathed a restrained curse as she mouthed at their balls, briefly sucking one of them into her mouth.

By the time Mara moved on, Bellamy’s thighs were trembling. They were looking down at her with desire-glazed eyes as she teased the head of their cock with her tongue. It was the same look they had given her while they had been finger-fucking her mouth; this had probably been all their mind was filled with as they did.

She wrapped her lips around the head and started to take their length. Bellamy’s natural scent began to peek through that of their perfume, the two mixing as an arousing ambrosia. The warm taste of them was thick on her tongue as she pushed their weeping cock further. Once she had taken them as much as she could, she paused to feel them pulse and leak. She looked up at them, putting on her best pleading, ‘fuck my mouth’ expression.

Bellamy let out a shuddering breath. They brought a hand to the back of her head and started a slow, shallow thrust. Mara intermittently hollowed out her cheeks and caressed the curved underside of their cock with her tongue.

“Good, Mara,” Bellamy praised after some time. A low moan sounded in their throat. “How about you touch yourself for me?”

Mara readily did as she was told and her fingers went to her clit. Bellamy wasn’t able to see from their position, but they could certainly hear. The demigod’s already-fucked pussy was still sopping wet and filled the air with slick, erotic noises as she rubbed at her sensitive bud.

“There you go,” Bellamy said. “Moan around my cock…ahh, yes. Just like that.”

Mara let out her muffled cries. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, making her swollen folds quiver. But she didn’t think she even needed to touch herself to moan as Bellamy liked. Her body was such a needy mess that she could have probably cum untouched just from them fucking her mouth. Their pace stayed slow, but her head still spun.

Precum oozed from Bellamy’s rock-hard, flushed member. The hot flesh throbbed against Mara’s tongue and cheeks. Just when she thought that she would be taking their load down her throat or across her face, Bellamy pulled back. Breathing heavily, they leaned down and captured her in a very tongue-heavy kiss that made her feel drunk.

Mara looked dazedly at Bellamy when they ended it. They smiled, wiping a trail of saliva from her chin.

“I think you’ve cleaned your seat off well enough, hm?” they said.

Bellamy was climbing up onto the bed, moving pillows, and sitting against the headboard before Mara had processed what that meant. They waited patiently for her, though their cock twitched and strained in the air. She snapped out of it when they invitingly patted their sweat-glistening thigh. With a joyful wave of her tail, she was practically teleporting closer to them.

Mara crawled up and straddled Bellamy, quivering in anticipation as the two of them worked together to line themselves up. The soft, round head was teased up and down her slit and she couldn’t help but whine. ‘So close. They’re right there,’ her body cried. She looked Bellamy in the eyes as she sunk down onto them.

Mara took them with ease. It was only seconds until Bellamy’s dick was fully sheathed. There was something like awe in their expression, overshadowed only by intense lust. She sat still, seized by their gaze and revelling in the feeling of them inside her. They hadn’t even moved, but it was mind-blowing; the sheer heat of them, the beating of their pulse against her squeezing walls, the overwhelming sense that her passage felt made for them.

This was real, and the euphoria of that fact washed over her. She felt like crying, but she kissed Bellamy before that could happen. It was messy—something that wanted to be both tender and desperate but was caught in between. Her body started moving, bobbing up and down on Bellamy’s cock.

She broke away only when her lungs were aching.

“Oh, fuck! Bellamy!” she cried. “You’re so deep…I—ahh!”

Her praises were cut off by a yelp as she felt Bellamy’s mouth latching onto her breast, their hands lightly gripping her ass. Their passionate tongue teased her nipple. Hot breath panted over her skin through the relentless action, audible between quiet groans. Bellamy wasn’t a loud fuck, but those simple little noises were driving Mara crazy.

The demigod’s head tossed back. Pleasure built like fire through dry brush; unstable, raging. She fluttered around Bellamy’s cock as she dropped down just shy of the hilt with unflagging vigour. The curve of their shaft deliciously stroked her g spot with every clinging pass of her pussy.

Bellamy released Mara’s nipple and her hands immediately went around the back of their head. She dug her fingers into their thick hair and pulled them forward, pressing their cheek just below her collarbone. Their body was nearly flush against hers, the heat between them sweltering.

“You feel amazing,” Bellamy praised. Their cock somehow felt harder, positively pounding with ardent throbs. A low but long groan preceded a quick, breathless warning. “Oh, I’m getting close.”

Mara gripped their dick purposefully, feeling them jolt.

“C-cum inside me,” she begged in a high voice. “Cum inside…make me drip with you.”

She rode them hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. It wasn’t much longer before she was feeling a flood of warmth as Bellamy spent themself. A choked noise left them which grew into loud, proper moans of ecstasy and it was beautiful; a symphony of their pleasure as they trembled against her.

“Keep going!” they cried, the familiar words coming out desperate rather than teasing. “Go until you cum…more…more…ngh, so good!”

Mara kept bobbing on their hypersensitive cock. Her heart thumped in her chest, a rapid pulse she could feel even down to her folds and clit. Bellamy’s breath was heavy. They hadn’t stopped shaking, their legs kicking out slightly. Mara’s pussy squeezed and prolonged their orgasm, but her own wasn’t too far behind.

With misty eyes and a final cry of Bellamy’s name, Mara slammed down once more and came. Her throbbing pussy clamped onto their dick like it wanted to lock them in for good. She could barely breathe, her lungs seizing on quavering moans. But she relished the intense pleasure quaking its way through her body. If this was how she passed out, then so be it.

Her orgasm dropped her almost abruptly. She slumped against Bellamy, smiling as she felt the warmth of their arms wrapping about her waist. They sat for a wordless few moments, just breathing together. The scent of their love-making swirled with Bellamy’s lingering, delicately sweet amber.

“Is…is it too early for the ‘L’ word?” Mara asked between breaths.

Bellamy chuckled and moved the two of them, guiding Mara down onto the bed while they hovered over her. Their make-up and hair were messy, and their eyes sparkled down at her. She didn’t think they would ever cease to stun her.

“Given how you’ve had to wait, I hardly think it’s ‘early’,” they said softly. A gentle finger brushed away a sudden tear trailing down Mara’s face.

“I love you,” the demigod said, beaming as the words that had been imprisoned in her chest finally found their way out.

End

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#ash originals #exophilia #terato #terato writing #spicy #monster love #monster lover #monster ladyfriend #demigod #simian #nonhuman #oc:mara #oc:bellamy

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yellowmagicalgirl · 3 years

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Five Delsons

Aja hatched five delsons before Krel did.

Or, in which I take my headcanon that Akiridions lay eggs and then I make it angsty.

CW: Major character death.

AO3

FFN

“We’re going to go hunting for skeltegs.” Krel looked up from the gravetic plasma disk he was deconstructing to his sister. Her upper hands were on her hips, and her lower arms were crossed. It was like she thought that doing so made her seem intimidating.

Krel went back to working on the disk. “No, we’re not.”

“Yes, we are.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Well, I’m in charge, and I say we are.”

“You’re not in charge; Zadra is.”

“Zadra’s talking to Loth Saborian, so in her stead I’m in charge because I’m older.”

“We’re twins, Aja, you can’t claim you’re in charge due to age!”

“I hatched five delsons before you did, so I have five delsons more experience than you. Thus, I’m in charge!”

“Yeah, and I bet you’ll die five delsons before I do as well!”

Anger flashed in his sister’s eyes, and at first Krel thought she was going to hit him. Which would hurt, but no matter what Aja would get in trouble with Zadra for hitting him (and maybe even being bossy), even if Krel got in trouble as well for being mean to her.

Instead of hitting Krel, Aja’s face screwed up. “Zadra!” she yelled. “Krel’s being mean to me! He said I’m gonna die!”

Oh, no. Now Krel was going to be grounded.

Aja was a regal queen, nine feet tall with an elegant crest.

Krel, on the other hand, still looked very young. He didn’t notice it, most of the time, not when he was with his friends on Earth. He had made upgrades to his transduction so he’d appear to age with them, since Akiridions aged more slowly than humans. Kleb, they aged just a little more slowly than trolls did. But around other Akiridions, like the one who had never been much older than him in a way that mattered? It was impossible to really ignore, not when she towered over him when they were both in their Akiridion forms just like she had when he had changed into his human form as she prepared to take upon the mantle of queen. He had tried to ignore this, of course, just like how he had tried to ignore his fangs before he finally went to Jim for help with adjusting.

At least Jim, despite becoming a taller being with tusks and invulnerable stone skin, still aged like a human did, if perhaps a little slower.

“I’m not aging, am I?” Krel asked, voicing the thought that neither of them had wanted to verbalize.

“It doesn’t look like it,” Aja said. She wrapped one pair of arms around herself before wrapping the other pair around him. He let himself cry into her chest as she unwrapped an arm from around herself and stroked his hair. He was pretty sure she was crying as well.

Eventually, Aja pulled away. “Well, you’ll always be my little brother.”

She’d said something similar to him, years ago, when he told her what he’d done. That he’d merged with Gaylen’s core, because perhaps the only thing that could stop Earth’s demigods once and for all was the power of an Akiridion god. But years ago, she hadn’t sounded so teasing.

“Ha ha, very funny Aja. It’s not like I can go back in time and ensure that I hatch before you.”

“Oh, no. I wasn’t even talking about that. I mean, you’re always going to be short.”

He refused to childishly stick his tongue out at her. That would be letting her win.

Aja had been a warrior queen, but despite all the battles she had fought it was simple old age that had taken her. Her core was too frail to support itself, and she died in her sleep, surrounded by family. Most hadn’t been awake at the time; it had been before dawn. Krel had been awake, holding one of her hands in his own while he softly tinkered using the other three. Her funeral was the delson afterwards, and Krel was proud of himself that he managed to make it three quarters of the way through his speech for his sister before he started crying.

It was selfish, but some of those tears were for himself. His sister had died, older than either of their parents had ever become. And here he was, still looking only four months older than he had been when their parents had died. He will die looking incredibly youthful for a geezer. Or maybe his appearance will catch up to his age in his final moments before his body dissolves and leaves nothing behind but two cores, one old and broken and the other divine and unbreakable. Sure, nothing could kill Gaylen or those who had merged with his core, nothing but Seklos’s canon, but this was fate. It was something that had bound Aja and Krel together since he had hatched.

Aja had died, and it was still technically five delsons after her death. Unlike Aja, Krel would die alone. He had no descendants, and nearly all of his friends had died hundereds of keltons ago. It was fine. He had realized this would happen soon after he learned just how short and fleeting human lives were. He hadn’t been prepared when his human friends started dying of complications of old age, complications that they hadn’t thought they’d live to back in high school. He hadn’t been prepared for Aja’s death. But Krel was prepared for his own. He supposed he had been prepared for it his entire life.

The skyline of Akiridion-V had changed since his childhood. Earth may have been his home, but this planet was where he had been born. It was only fitting that he would die here, five delsons after Aja had died. Well, five delsons and twenty horvaths. Which, if he rounded to the nearest delson, was six delsons, but he refused to round.

The mekrons ticked on. No one had said dying was such a slow process. That was probably why Krel was so afraid - if death was quick, then he wouldn’t be so afraid. He wanted to do more with his hands than sit still and wait for death, but he had finished the project he’d been working on when his sister died. He didn’t need to start something he would never be able to finish, not when he would be dying so soon.

And yet, a new delson dawned on Akiridion-V. A mournful wail broke the quiet as Krel realized that it had been six delsons since his sister had died. He had lived an entire delson longer than she had, and he was likely to live many more.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

A/N: gravetic plasma disks are entirely the invention of Springhole.net’s Technobabble Malfunction Generator; I have no idea what they’re supposed to do and it’s not plot important. If someone were to make a helpful list of Akiridion technology I would much appreciate it for future use in writing.

So, basically, I headcanon that Akiridions hatch from eggs, though they do so by punching/kicking their way out as opposed to having egg teeth. They lay eggs in clutches of usually one to three, though up to five eggs at a time has been recorded (though it did cause strain to the parent and the eggs were small and malnourished). Akiridions hatch anywhere from half a horvath to eleven delsons after the clutch has been laid. It’s common for twins and triplets to be at least a delson or two apart when it comes to hatch time, and the moment of their birth is recorded as when they hatch as opposed to when their own individual egg is laid. Thus, it’s entirely possible that Krel’s egg may or may not have been laid before Aja’s, but she took a lot less time punching/kicking her way out and therefore she would have been considered the older twin, and thus would have lorded over the fact that she was five delsons older than her brother for her entire life.

#krel tarron #aja tarron #tales of arcadia #3below #toawizards #rise of the titans #gaylen's core #gaylen!krel #akiridion v #speculative biology #my writing #death tw

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thegoodgayshit · 3 years

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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.

Chapter Thirty-Six: I Have the Best Summer Ever

The rest of Luz’s summer was a total blur of the best kind of amazing, fantastic, demigod-ness a kid could even imagine.

Luz’s days were filled with training in the arena, playing capture the flag, and hanging out with her friends. Every morning that she woke up and put on one of her orange t-shirts was another reminder that as of right now, she really had it good.

Sometimes in the mornings she and Eda would head out into the arena and spar while King took his usual sunbathing position a few feet away. Eda would parry and block her strikes, give her dirty tricks to use in upcoming games or events, and sometimes Luz would even get lucky enough to disarm her or pull something new she wasn’t expecting.

“I swear kid, one of these days you’re going to be even better than me,” she’d say, reaching down to ruffle her hair and switch her weapon and get ready for another round.

More than once, she and her siblings in the Hermes cabin had banded together to play some light-hearted pranks on the other cabins. Viney and Jerbo were a mischievous force to be reckoned with, and while Luz liked to participate she never really got lucky in the “getting away” part. More than once, Lilith had caught her in the act while she was placing a prank and turned a blind eye, and Luz always felt a rush of affection for the daughter of Zeus. It was asking a lot for her to not snitch, especially since she was a stickler for rules.

Luz made it up to her once or twice by pranking Eda on her behalf with a little bit of help from Edric and Emira. When her mentor showed up to the dining pavilion once with her hair sticking straight up in the air thanks to some magic hair gel, the laugh that came out of Lilith’s mouth made it all worth it.

At nights, Luz and Amity would sneak out of their cabins and hide from the harpies, sitting with their sketchbooks in the strawberry fields. They would laugh, and talk, and kiss, and enjoy each other’s company until one of them inevitably almost fell asleep and they decided to head back.

The wall of Luz’s bunk was soon tacked to the max with drawings, some of them of her quest, and some of them with fond memories of camp. She always did her best to text one to her Mami once in a while, and let her know how she was doing.

Luz made sure her cabin would try and team up with Gus and Willow’s whenever they could. The three of them were officially a force to be reckoned with during capture the flag. Their combinations and chemistry in battle often resulted in very easy and very early wins, and some of the other cabins were quick to point out they had an “unfair quest experience advantage”. While Eda had just shrugged, Willow did her best to make sure the teams would sometimes even out a little better after that.

Gods kept visiting camp here and there, usually to come by and say hello to their kids. Aphrodite had the habit of showing up unannounced and snapping her fingers, giving everybody an unrealistically fashionable outfit and hairdo, while the clothes they’d been wearing got snapped back to their bunks freshly washed and laundered. While some of the campers hated it, Luz didn’t mind. Aphrodite certainly had her style down to perfection, and pocketing another free outfit was always nice. Amity had other opinions on the matter.

“I just don’t get why she has to do this!” She complained, adjusting the pink t-shirt Aphrodite had magically slapped onto her. “It’s so weird!”

“I think that really suits you,” Luz shrugged while pointing to the leather jacket slung over Amity’s arm. “And your shirt says Hexside! How cool is that!”

Amity rolled her eyes as Luz did a spin, showing off her new green jacket and beanie to Gus and Willow. “She gave me new shoes too! My old ones are torn to bits from the quest.”

“You have to admit Amity, it’s nice getting free stuff,” Willow said while examining her own yellow jacket. “And she’s not the goddess of beauty for nothing. These are nice clothes.”

“My clothes look exactly like the ones I already own!” Gus complained, looking down at his simple navy button-up and jeans.

“If it isn’t broken don’t fix it!” Luz teased with a smile, patting him on the back. Amity groaned in embarrassment, slapping her hands to her face.

When Hermes showed up the first few times to visit the camp, Luz said hello to him, but also made sure that her other siblings got to spend some one-on-one time with their dad. As he was leaving the third time he visited, he pulled Luz aside for a quick chat.

“I just want to let you know that the gods have talked about adding an additional reward for you and your friends after what you’ve done for Olympus,” he said quietly, and Luz’s jaw dropped.

“I… I don’t need another reward dad. The way you guys have been showing up at camp is more than enough.”

Hermes tilted his head, smiling softly. “Perhaps you don’t need one, but the gods want to give it to you anyway. You have no idea the gravity of the situation that Belos had created upon Olympus. He almost destroyed us all.”

He looked around to make sure nobody was listening, and then leaned in to whisper.

“As the god of messengers, I was responsible for delivering a package to your mother and the rest of your companion's parents. You should hear from them shortly.”

Luz gaped. “What? What do you mean…”

Hermes reached over and gripped her shoulders. “I am proud of you, Luz. And trust me when I say I will make good on my promise and be there more for you and your siblings.” He winced rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “And… don’t be the first one to use the shower this evening. Your siblings and I might have set up a bit of a cruel prank.”

With a flash of wind, leaving behind a thoroughly confused Luz, Hermes was gone.

Luz didn’t have to wait long to find out what exactly the gods had done, because her Mami was calling her on her cellphone almost immediately after.

“Luz! You’ll never guess what showed up in the mail today! You’ve been accepted for a full ride to a boarding school downtown…”

And she wasn’t the only one.

“I can’t believe this!” Gus had exclaimed while the four of them were sitting on the beach just after dinner. “We’re all going to the same school next year!”

“It really does seem too good to be true,” Willow grinned, handing Luz one of the illicit cans of Sprite that Viney had managed to sneak from out of camp in celebration. “My dads are sad that I won’t be staying at home in Wisconsin, but they had to admit it is a great opportunity.”

“I’m just excited to go to a school where I finally have real friends.” Luz had never been so happy to think about the start of a new school year before. “We’ll get to go see Olympus on the weekends! Working alongside the actual gods!” Luz turned to Amity, who was watching Luz with her own soft smile. “Are your parents… okay with this? After everything that happened…”

“Oh trust me, they’re more than pleased. They see this whole internship program to create a bridge between the gods and their mortal kids as a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity'. They’re even talking about paying for Edric and Emira to go with me and hope that my ‘success’ rubs off on them. They don’t love that you guys are also a part of it though…” Amity’s expression darkened for a moment, and Luz reached across the beach to squeeze her hand.

“I’m sorry,” Luz started, but Amity just shrugged her shoulders.

“Don’t apologize, this is a good thing. I’m going to get to stay here in New York full time.”

“We all get too!” Gus grinned, digging his hands in the sand like he was holding back a squeal. “Luz you’ve got to show us all your favorite moral spots in the city.”

Luz’s smile had stretched wide, already imaging the kinds of shenanigans she and her friends would get up to running loose in Manhattan. “Obviously! The city’s huge; we could do something new every night!”

“You’ll never be able to get away from us now,” Willow teased, passing Amity an amused look as she sipped from her Sprite. Amity tilted her head back and laughed.

“Oh gods, I better stock up on Advil. Between you three and the twins I’m going to have a constant headache…”

As it started to fade to late August, Luz’s days just kept getting better. Thanks to Eda and her training paired with the other camp activities, she was faster than she’d ever been, she could scale up the rock wall in record times, and her sword skills had gotten incredibly good.

So good, that when the annual sparring tournament came up in the arena towards the end of the summer, she’d been able to knock Boscha into the dirt with the pommel of Aletheia, leaving the red-faced daughter of Ares extremely bitter and her final opponent being none other than her girlfriend.

“No chance you’re going to go easy on me?” Luz asked at the campfire that night, really only half-joking.

“Nope,” Amity replied with a little smirk. “I’ve won this tournament two years in a row. I’m about to make it three.”

To say the camp was buzzing with excitement would be an understatement. The whole camp had watched as Luz the newbie quest hero and Amity Blight had grown obviously closer, and in the three days leading up to the final tournament match, the discussion of which girlfriend would be the winner was as common as asking what the harpies would serve for dessert that night.

“Come on, kid, this is what we trained for!” Eda said, smacking her shoulders encouragingly the night before the match. “I don’t care if she’s you’re little girlfriend, she won’t be going easy on you so you shouldn’t either!”

“Knock her into the dirt!” King screeched from his napping spot on the ground.

While they were only trying to help, it wasn’t the most reassuring advice she’d ever received.

Luz tried to turn a blind eye to the gossip leading up to the fight, but it was hard to ignore Emira and Willow exchange a bet right in front of her at breakfast right before the right.

“Seriously?” Luz scoffed, crossing her arms.

“Sorry Luz, but Mittens has years of training under her belt, and I’m out of allowance,” Emira shrugged while she shook Willow’s hand.

“You don’t see the way Amity acts around her,” Willow retorted. “If she’s like that today, Luz has a good chance.”

Emira hummed, “Shoot. I didn’t think of that.”

“Oh my gods,” Luz groaned, slapping both hands to her face, sinking into the bench of the table, mortified.

Once Luz had been fitted into a set of finally well-fitting bronze armor, she drew Aletheia and met Amity in the center of the field, where Eda and Lilith were standing to referee the match. As she approached, she watched Amity coming from the other side, armor almost identical to Luz’s strapped over an orange camp shirt, the crowd of campers cheering in excitement. As her gaze flitted up to Amity’s eyes, there was a glint that reminded Luz that Amity was not the person she wanted to be on the bad side of.

It was too easy to forget weeks after their quest that Amity was a demigod force to be reckoned with and not the kind of enemy you wanted to have.

As the crowd quieted to an anticipated hum, Lilith raised her hand. Her mouth was cocked in an uncharacteristically juvenile smirk. It made Luz wonder if the campers hadn’t been the only folks at camp to place bets. When Eda shot Luz a cartoonish smile with two thumbs up, before patting her pocket knowingly, it confirmed her suspicions.

Gods. Now she really couldn’t lose. Eda would never forgive her.

“Amity! Luz! Are you ready?”

With a single touch to her own wrist, Dike sprung into its full form, lifted just high enough to cover the grin that was spreading across Amity’s face. She swung her sword experimentally in her hand, the little flecks of a glinting in the sun. “Yep.”

Luz took a deep breath and raised her own blade nodding once. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“No holding back, right?” Even though Amity had phrased it as a question, Luz knew better. It was a challenge. The nerves in her stomach faded, and a laugh escaped her lips.

“Since when have I ever held back? ”

She smirked, “good point.”

“Alright your adorable banter is literally making me sick,” Eda scoffed, “let’s just do this already.”

Lilith rolled her eyes, dropping her hand. “Begin!”

Without wasting another beat, Amity charged and swung, and Luz lifted Aletheia to deflect it. A loud metallic clang echoed around the arena, and the watching campers erupted into cheers.

It was Luz’s toughest match yet.

The two of them traded blow for blow, each pushing the other to their limit. Amity was, inarguably, better trained, with mastered precision and skill that left Luz reeling with each strike. But Luz was more creative. She was able to flick her sword at the right angle to push her off balance and shove, she was able to dodge and weave without the extra weight of a shield, and she was crazy enough to take steps closer to her and press into her personal space, forcing her to recalculate moves.

As the fight went on for some time, the cheering got louder, their arms got heavier as they began to slow down, and the fighting got dirtier.

Luz did it first, though it was kind of an accident. Amity went to swing when she’d knocked Luz off balance, and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to stop it before it cut into her armor. Amity would have taken it out on herself later if she’d seriously hurt Luz, so it came out as more of an instinctual shout.

“Too low!”

She closed her eyes bracing for impact, but it never came. With a woosh, the sword went right over her head. She opened her eyes and saw Amity’s misty eyes clearing, before changing to a completely indignant look.

“Did you just use your Hermes bartering on me?”

She smiled sheepishly and swung Aletheia towards her, and Amity barely had time to raise her shield to deflect it.

She could hear the snorts and chuckles from both Eda and the crowd, but Luz barely had time to be proud of herself. Within the next two swings back and forth, Amity got her revenge.

Luz swung upwards, flicking the blade and finally getting a decent move that knocked her off balance. But as Luz went to disarm her, Amity’s eyes flashed and a curled smile crept up her face right as Luz brought her weapon forward.

“Don’t!”

And for a moment, all Luz could feel was the thrum of her heartbeat in her head as her vision went blurry. There was an overwhelming urge to get rid of Aletheia, back away, stop herself from getting any closer to Amity. All she could think about was how she couldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t even try. When her vision cleared, she had backed up five feet, and her sword slipped from her hand and clattered in the dirt.

She blinked, trying to figure out what had just happened before it dawned on her that she’d seen Amity do this once before. Aphrodite’s passion.

Luz looked down at the sword, then up at Amity, scowling. “Really?”

Despite the smirk on her face, Amity’s eyes were sparkling with humor and affection. “You started it.”

Luz barely had time to leap out of the way from another swing, doing her best to make a grab for the sword, but Amity wasn’t coming to play. She stepped right over it, and for a couple of moments, all Luz had was her speed. She ducked and dodged and weaved between swings, doing nothing but buying herself a tiny bit of time.

It wasn’t enough. Luz tried to make one last grab for the sword and Amity reached out with her hand, grabbing Luz by the arm and honest-to-gods judo flipping Luz over her shoulder. With a comically loud “oomph!” Luz was thrown onto her back, looking up at Amity as she grinned, her sword lifted in a faux-threatening position just below her chin.

“Alright,” Luz groaned, slapping her hand against the dirt. “Mercy.”

As Luz heard Eda groaning behind her and Lilith’s positively gleeful “and the winner is Amity Blight!” Amity sheathed her sword, reaching down with one hand and pulling Luz up to her feet.

And yeah, it was a tiny bit embarrassing to lose to Amity. But as her girlfriend lifted her fist to the roaring crowd of campers and grinned, her own hand wrapped tightly around Luz’s, she couldn’t find it in her to care.

The following night was Luz’s last night at camp before her first summer as a camper was over. She sat at the dining hall for hours with her siblings, joking, laughing, promising to stay in touch over the school year. Viney ruffled her hair and passed her an emergency pouch of Hermes tricks, while Jerbo reminded her not to be too close to this one when it exploded.

Edric and Emira snuck up on Luz at the table and informed them their parents did in fact enroll them in the same boarding school come the fall, and while Luz loved Amity’s twin siblings, the devious grin on her face did make her a bit nervous.

Right after dinner, Luz made a point to go find Eda and King, who were in their usual spot at the arena.

“Kid!” Eda said as she approached. “That was some great swordplay today.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t win, I know Lilith is probably giving you a hard time…” Luz said immediately, but Eda just held up a hand.

“Gross, sympathy. You’ve accomplished more than most first-timers this summer, and you’ve… made me proud.” There was a crooked smile on her face as Luz looked up at her, and she realized that Eda really was going to miss training with her. “Don’t be slacking while you’re gone. Keep your skills sharp. Stay out of the bad trouble, but in the good trouble. Don’t die. Oh, and if you’re getting chased by another empousai and need a quick getaway, there’s a great alley on sixty-second street-”

Luz rushed in, pulling Eda into a tight hug. While Eda huffed out a little groan at Luz’s overwhelming need to be touchy, Luz felt a rush of affection as the daughter of Zeus leaned into it anyway.

“Thanks, Eda,” Luz muttered into her shoulder.

A hand came up to pat into her hair. “No problem, kid. If Lili and I are ever heading to Mount Olympus, I’ll make sure we stop by that fancy new school of yours and say hello.”

“You better.”

"Can I come too?" King called out from at their feet, and Luz bent down to pick up the tiny hellhound scratching behind his ears.

"Yeah, can he?" Luz pleaded, and Eda rolled her eyes.

"Gods, you two are just the cutest things ever. Fine, whatever, the next time I go to Olympus I'll let him tag along."

After a chorus of excited cheering from Luz and King, it was time for the last campfire of the year. Luz finally got the true Camp Half-Blood experience. As Eda was leading the campers in a final last hurrah of songs and games, she walked over to Luz and reached out, handing her a leather necklace.

“As you all know, per tradition, every year we give our campers a bead to celebrate another year at camp. This year, the Hermes cabin designed the beads, and there is someone very special they wanted to honor.”

Luz blinked at it, taking it gingerly, and as she did Viney stood up, the twisted smile on her face visible through the crackling orange, magical, campfire.

“Luz, not only are you our newest sibling, but you helped lead a quest that not only saved Camp Half-Blood but all of Olympus. So with permission from the councilors from all the cabins, we dedicate this year’s bead to you and your quest!”

There was a whooping of applause as the beads were passed out, and when Luz took a look at it her heart clenched, affection and gratitude washing over her in a whirl.

It was a beautiful deep purple bead with a very familiar-looking sword and shield, and as she turned it in the light of the campfire, the glint of the light made it glow a beautiful magical bronze.

“So, did we nail it?” Viney asked as Luz was left speechless. Willow and Gus were grinning over at her with knowing smiles. Next to her, Amity squeezed her hand, looking just as emotional as Luz felt.

Luz leaned over and threw herself into the embrace of her half-sister, and the campfire erupted into more whoops and cheers. And yeah, Luz might have teared up a bit as she sat back down next to her friends, but if anybody noticed they didn’t comment on it.

That morning as she packed up what few belongings she actually had, electing to leave a majority of the items she’d bought for next summer, she was digging through her backpack when her fingers touched something soft. She pulled out a stiff, slick, feather, and immediately broke into a smile. Carefully sliding it across the leather to dangle right next to her bead, she clipped the necklace on and slung her backpack over her shoulder. Saying one final goodbye to the Hermes cabin, she walked out the door to go meet Willow and Gus in the strawberry fields.

When she got there, she couldn’t help but grin. Around the growing collection of beads on their necklaces, five and four respectively, a single matching feather was dangling from the middle. While none of them said anything about it at first, Luz watched as both Willow and Gus glanced down, their eyes softening with affection.

“Well?” Willow asked as she reached them, gesturing towards the now distant Camp Half-Blood. “Give us the verdict. What did you think of your first year at camp?”

“I…” Luz didn’t even know what to say. Sure, there had been the lows. The hungry belly as she traveled across the Midwest, the sword slashes, the monsters, the horrible villain who’d threatened to destroy the world. But right now as Luz looked between her friends and her new home, she felt nothing but love for her new life. The mischievous half-siblings, the rivals between the cabins, the eccentric camp directing duo that was the daughters of Zeus, Gus, Willow, Amity…

Luz couldn’t ever recall a time in her entire life that she’d felt so full.

“All I can think right now is that I don’t want it to end,” Luz finally said, and Willow and Gus stepped forward to pull her into a group hug.

“It won’t end, at least, not really,” Gus promised, his voice muffled as he was shoved into Luz’s bicep.

“Yeah, it’s just a short break,” Willow nodded, leaning her head against Luz’s shoulder and wrapping her other arm around Gus. “And in two weeks, we’ll all be together again on a new adventure.”

Luz laughed, “yeah, because the life of a half-blood is never really quiet, is it?”

“Well, that’s half the fun of it,” Amity said from behind her, and when Luz turned her head she saw her girlfriend walking through the field to join them. Her own backpack was swung over her shoulder, and she had a genuine, at peace, smile on her face.

“Spoken like a true Blight,” Willow chuckled from next to Luz, and Amity laughed.

“Well, maybe I’ll get lucky and this year away from my parents will shake some of that out of me.”

“You’re sure you’re mom and dad are okay with you staying at my Mami’s for two weeks?” Luz asked for what felt like the sixth time that week, and Amity shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m back to being their number one, despite all the… drama, that happened the last time we saw them. Edric and Emira will pack my things for school for me. Honestly… it’s kind of nice not going back to Colorado.”

After getting a first-hand glimpse into how uptight and uncomfortable the Blight Manor was, Luz couldn’t help but agree.

“Don’t have too much fun you two,” Willow teased, and Amity flushed over the sound of Gus’ laugher while Luz bumped her with her shoulder.

Whatever retort Luz would have come up with died in her throat as she looked down towards the pine tree. There, a few parents were already waiting at the border, with some campers joining them and saying hello. Among the waiting ones, Luz saw a man almost identical to Gus, and two other men standing together with their hands interlinked.

“We better not keep them waiting,” Gus said slowly, but he looked back up at Luz with a frown. Willow was standing there as well, and for just another moment Luz felt that same rush of love.

“No, you shouldn’t. Amity and I will meet you at grand central in two weeks, okay?”

“Two weeks,” Willow affirmed, and Luz pulled the four of them into one last group hug before Willow and Gus grabbed their things and went to go join their parents at the pine tree.

It wasn’t a real goodbye, nowhere near it. But Luz couldn’t help but feel her throat close up at the sight of them reuniting with their parents. Gus’ dad scooped him up into the biggest hug, and one of Willow’s dads immediately took her backpack while the other one kissed her cheek.

She felt Amity’s warm hand close around hers, and when she looked back, the daughter of Aphrodite was smiling softly.

“It’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” Luz said, and she meant it. She squeezed her own hand around Amity’s, taking a moment to really let the gratitude she had for this camp, for these people, sink in.

It wasn’t long until she saw another familiar person join the other parents near the pine tree. Luz perked up immediately at the sight of her Mami, still dressed in her scrubs. She’d probably gotten off of a shift at the hospital and rushed all the way down to Long Island just to meet her and was looking around anxiously at the other gathering parents and campers.

“Is that her?” Amity sounded nervous, and when she looked over, she was reaching up with her other hand to self-consciously adjust her mint green hair.

“She’s going to love you,” Luz promised, giving her a reassuring kiss on the cheek. “She’s been talking about how excited she’s been to meet you for like, three weeks.”

“That… somehow makes me even more nervous,” Amity breathed out. Luz chuckled, adjusting the straps of her backpack over her shoulder as her Mami finally looked up and noticed them. She beamed so widely Luz could see it from all the way up in the strawberry hills, waving towards them.

“Well, then let’s do this together.”

Amity looked back at her one more time, taking a deep breath. “Alright. Together.”

And as they walked through the fields hand in hand, slowly getting farther and farther away from camp, Luz felt her anxieties about the coming months slowly begin to fade. That was part of the magic of Camp Half-Blood. The place wasn’t just a training ground for young demigods. It was a safe haven. A family. A place that, even miles and miles away from it, you always knew it would have your back. It would be there for you, whenever you wanted to return. So leaving it didn’t feel like a goodbye, not really.

Instead, it was the promise of another new beginning as a child of the gods.

#the owl house #percy jackson au #lumity #luz x amity #shelby speaks

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ayo-cowbelly · 4 years

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The Things We Do For Love ~ Part Five / Finale

previous part ~ masterlist

So. This is the finale! I hope you enjoyed reading this, it was fun to write! As always, comments make my day, and they are a HUGE motivator when writing, so I’d love to know what you thought!

I’m sorry this took a while. Life got busy for a hot minute, but I wanted to actually buckle down and do this- hence why I’m posting this at like 2 a.m. (for some reason I am more productive in the dead hours of the night).

Also, listen, I know Kix is in carbonite… but Kix isn’t in carbonite. So that’s that.

Taglist:

@likeshootingstarsinthenightsky @cacodaemonia @halfblood-demigods @ct7567329

@youngcreativenerdgoddess (to you: you are the best. I adore you. also one time on discord you said you wanted to be tagged so guess what. you’re included in this mess)

***

“Ani?” Padmé asked tentatively, knowing she wouldn’t get the answer she wanted.

“Padmé. You’re alive,” Vader said, stepping closer. She didn’t reach out for him, just placed her hands over her stomach protectively. He seemed to notice her reluctance. Vader’s eyes flashed with something Padmé couldn’t quite name.

“Yes, I’m alive. But you… what have you done?”

Vader’s eyes narrowed. “What did Obi-Wan tell you?”

“Nothing that I didn’t already know. Those things they’re saying… how could you, Anakin? Why?”

“Because you were going to die!” Vader shouted. His voice was broken, a mix of rage and pain, and it reminded her too much of that horrible day on Tatooine all those years ago. “I did what I had to do.”

“But I’m fine! The babies are perfectly healthy-”

“Babies?” He asked, sounding more familiar, softer. “As in plural?”

“Yes,” Padmé whispered. “Twins. I’ve met with the medics, and they all say I’m perfectly fine.”

“The medics. So you’re staying on board the ships. With Obi-Wan.” It wasn’t a question.

“I am. Because we’re friends.”

“He’s turning you against me,” Vader muttered, more to himself than her. “Filling your head with lies. The Jedi, they’re traitors, Padmé, you have to believe me,” He practically begged, stepping closer to her again. This time, Padmé flinched away. Flinched away from the bloodshot golden eyes that bore into her.

“I don’t know who you are anymore. Listen to yourself, Anakin; this isn’t you.”

“You don’t believe me! You’d believe those- those traitors over me?”

“Anakin, they’re not traitors. Palpatine is the-” “Palpatine can help you, Padmé. Help us. And when it’s all over, I’m strong enough to overthrow him, and you and I will rule.” Padmé shook her head at his words. This person, this stranger in front of her- he was nothing like the person she’d married years ago on Naboo. This man was a twisted, broken, shell of who Anakin once was.

Padmé raised her chin defiantly, looking him dead in the eyes. “No. I will not be a part of some warped fantasy, Lord Vader. You are a Sith, a traitor, and a murderer. I won’t stand by and let you and your Emperor destroy this galaxy.”

Vader snarled. “Then you-” Before he could fire back, his attention got caught on something behind her. She turned, and saw Obi-Wan exiting the ship.

All part of the plan.

Padmé schooled her face into one of shock. The more theatrical she got, the more Vader would be distracted. “NO! You said you wouldn’t interfere!”

Vader rounded on her, looking away from his old Master. “You brought him here on purpose! You LIAR!”

From where she stood, Obi-Wan’s face remained passive. But she was close enough to see the flicker of hurt in his eyes as they fell on Vader.

“Padmé didn’t lie, Vader. She just… hindered some of the truth.” It’s working, Padmé thought, as she slowly stepped away from the Sith in front of her. He looked more and more enraged every second.

“You will die, Kenobi, I promise you that. I will kill you where you stand,” Vader bit out, the yellow in his eyes flaring.

“You will try,” Obi-Wan replied, stepping in front of Padmé.

Vader took out his lightsaber, but before he could ignite it, a blue stun blast knocked him down. He crumpled onto the desert terrain, unmoving.

Padmé looked up to Ahsoka crouched on top of the shuttle, blaster in hand.

“Good thing we have those extra escape hatches in the shuttle, right?” Ahsoka called, sounding lighter than she looked. Her shoulders drooped, and no matter how much she feigned composure, Padmé was a politician.

Ahsoka was breaking, she could see it. Just like Obi-Wan.

Just like her.

***

Obi-Wan stood on the other side of a one-way mirror, studying Anakin’s cell. His old apprentice had been placed in force-binding handcuffs while still unconscious, and put in the most secure cell they had on board. A steady guard rotation made sure he was watched at all times.

For now, he was not a threat. Obi-Wan just hoped that it would stay that way.

He didn’t notice Ahsoka enter the room. She placed a hand on his arm, guiding him towards the door. “Master, you’ve been watching him for an hour. You should rest,” She said gently.

“I need to make sure he doesn’t do anything-”

“It’ll be fine. He’s out cold, for now. And there’s guards watching him at all times. Rest.” She managed to pull him out of the room and down the hall.

“Ahsoka- I wanted to tell you,” He paused their walk, turning to face her. His old Grandpadawan looked up at him, questioning. “I wanted to apologize for everything that happened. With the bombing. I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder for you, I should have-”

Ahsoka gave him a small, sad smile. “Master, it’s okay. We’re okay.” Obi-Wan knew she wasn’t excusing it, she was not fully forgiving the Council -their last few interactions had proved that- but right now, he was her Grandmaster, and she was his Grandpadawan. They needed each other, especially now.

So Obi-Wan relented, and let her drag him to his quarters.

***

Padmé, Obi-Wan, Senator Chuchi, and Cody stood in the briefing room. The others had already left, leaving the four of them alone to review the plan one last time.

Obi-Wan looked to the young Pantoran senator. “Senator Chuchi, you are aware of the risks involved in this plan?”

“Yes, I am, Master Kenobi. I am well aware of the potential danger. But if we are to succeed, we must all be put in a little danger. It’s part of every fight, and this is one we must win.”

“Very well. We will depart tomorrow at 0600 hours, and no later,” Obi-Wan said to the group.

“I suggest we all get some rest, then.” Senator Chuchi exited, though Padmé stayed behind to wait for Obi-Wan.

“If you don’t need anything else, Sir, I’ll be going over drills with the men,” Cody said, turning around.

As the Commander walked away, Obi-Wan spoke. “Cody, I don’t suppose you’d like to spar later?” He watched as Cody stopped and turned around, and Obi-Wan kept his face as neutral as possible.

He refused to think about that night, shoving down the memory and all the feelings that came with it.

“I’ll meet you in the training room later, Sir.” Cody gave him a half-smile and put on his helmet, walking out.

Obi-Wan turned to face Padmé, who was grinning mischievously. “So, how long has that been going on?”

He ignored the faint heat on his cheeks. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. And if I did, I’d tell you that nothing at all is going on. There is nothing between me and Cody.”

Padmé laughed, the first true laugh he’d heard from her recently. “Keep telling yourself that.” She made for the door, still grinning, much to his chagrin. “Come on, let’s go.”

***

After about two hours of sparring, Obi-Wan sat on the bench. “I think I’ve had enough for today. You?”

Cody laughed tiredly as he sat beside his General. “Same here, Sir.”

“Cody, you can call me Obi-Wan, you know,” his jetii said kindly.

“General-”

“Cody, I insist.” Cody rolled his eyes at Obi-Wan’s words, but said nothing. The two of them sat in companionable, if slightly awkward, silence.

For about two seconds.

“Cody, we-”

“Obi-Wan, I-”

They both stopped, and Obi-Wan gestured for Cody to continue.

“Obi-Wan, I wanted to apologize for what happened that night. I was completely inappropriate, and it won’t happen again.”

He watched as Obi-Wan’s expression changed to one of surprise. “Cody, you don’t have to apologize. We were both tired that night, and stressed. I understand if any emotions were a bit haywire. And I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, with me being your CO and all. So, shall we agree to… put it behind us?”

Cody hoped the jetii couldn’t sense his emotions at that moment. “Yes, Sir, I can agree to that.”

Obi-Wan nodded, and faced forward again. The silence returned, this time thicker than before. They didn’t move much, except to glance at the other every once and awhile.

Eventually, Cody thought he would burst, so he gathered all the courage he had, and faced Obi-Wan again.

His General turned to him as well. For a second, everything stopped, and neither moved, neither breathed- until the world crashed back to reality, and Cody was-

Cody was kissing Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan was kissing him back.

***

Senator Riyo Chuchi was not a coward. Not even close. But nothing could stop her hands from shaking slightly, or anxiety swirling in her chest, as the turbolift sped upwards. She swallowed, which turned into a small cough. Riyo faced forwards still, ignoring the side-eye she got from the Emperor’s aide next to her.

The lift dinged. As the doors opened, Riyo’s eyes fell on the figures in the hallway. Their armor was familiar- but also not. The helmets were different, and no color was painted on, but Riyo assumed there must still be clones under there. And their chips likely deactivated as well, just like the men at the rendezvous.

She walked slowly down the long corridor, and the Emperor’s aide sped up towards the office.

“Wait here, please,” The Aide said, and didn’t stay to hear Riyo’s reply.

Riyo looked to who she assumed was the Commander- they had a shoulder pauldron, and stood closest to the office doors.

The Emperor’s aide walked in, and as the doors slid shut, Riyo put the plan into action.

Signing quickly to the Commander, she said, we need you.

Riyo slowed her gait, careful to keep her hand as concealed as possible. The Commander signed back, almost imperceptibly.

Pardon?

You are you? Not your number? She messaged back. When met with a yes, her lips turned upwards slightly.

Help us. Be prepared for the jetii and the vode.

The Emperor’s aide opened the door again, gesturing Riyo inside the office.

Her heart pounded, and she didn’t look at the Commander, but she was certain the message had been received.

***

“Senator Chuchi, I assure you, the Jedi are not a threat,” The Emperor said to her. Riyo took a deep breath, one she hoped was interpreted as one of fear (which it was, but not of the Jedi).

“And the Delegation of 2000? They will not try to… derail the Senate anymore?”

The Emperor nodded. Riyo felt disgusted by all of this, but she kept it tied down. The galaxy needed her to play her part, just for a little while longer.

“There is no need to worry, Senator. Everything has been taken care of.” Riyo nodded at Palpatine’s words.

A new voice cut in, the door opening. “So sure of that, are you, hmm?”

Riyo whipped her head around. Generals Yoda and Kenobi stood there, along with three of the four Commanders, and Ahsoka.

Palpatine stood. “Guards!”

There was no reply, though the guards stormed the room. But instead of pointing their blasters at the intruders, they trained them on the Emperor himself.

Riyo adjusted the tiny holorecorder fit onto her tunic, and crouched behind a chair against the wall.

The livestream began just as the battle did.

***

A part of Bly wanted to run. Another part wanted to scream. But the bigger part of him kept him where he was.

Which was the balcony of a skyscraper, with a clear vantage point into the Emperor’s office. Bly watched as the battle grew, sniper at the ready.

The Emperor -oh, how Bly hated the Emperor- had his lightsaber ignited, cutting down members of the Coruscant Guard, blocking any attacks from the jetii, but the fight continued on. Each side would progress slightly before being pushed back.

Palpatine deflected any shots directed his way, with his lightsaber and the Force, parrying the Jedi’s attacks all the while. Bly watched as Tano was kicked sharply in the stomach, and was practically slammed against the wall before collapsing on the floor. Rex kneeled over his vod’ika, keeping his pistols firing at the Emperor. Wolffe did the same for Senator Chuchi on the other side of the office, who was currently live streaming the fight for the entire galaxy to see the true nature of their ruler.

Said ruler was now shooting lightning sparks from his fingers, directing it at the two Jedi Masters, who managed to block it- but only just. Bly could tell they were tired.

This fight needed to end. Fast.

He trained his sniper on Palpatine’s moving figure. Rage, so much rage, filled him at the sight. Pain, anger, heartbreak consumed him- he thought of Aayla, of how much he loved her, and Felucia-

His hands shook. The sniper was almost dropped, and Bly’s vision blurred. He gripped his weapon tighter, growling, his jaw clenched.

“I’m sorry, cyare, I’m sorry- I didn’t- I didn’t mean to-” Tears glided down his face.

A warm, almost comforting feeling wrapped around him. It held him in its grasp, protecting him, and it reminded him of Aayla.

Bly remembered her words on Ilum, before everything.

“That was the first time I realized that sometimes you have to give up control to think clearly. Stressing will not achieve anything. Trusting in others, in the Force, having faith that they will guide you; that is how we can move forward.”

Bly took a deep breath, closing his eyes. Did he trust in the Force? Well, he didn’t know how to, really- but he trusted Aayla. He trusted his riduur.

And that was good enough for him.

The sniper focused on the Emperor. He let that feeling of warmth wrap around him, and he pulled the trigger.

The livestream ended, along with Palpatine’s life.

~11 months later~

Padmé stood on the estate’s balcony, watching the Naboo sunset. It casted a glow on her sleeping daughter’s infant face, and she felt at peace.

Padmé had never known what it was like to love someone so much- not in this way. The moment her children were born, she knew she’d do anything for them. Anything. Whether it be protect them, help them, guide them, or simply love them.

She studied Leia’s face. It looked so much like Padmé’s own, though Luke looked like his father. But from what she’d gathered these last few months, their personalities were the opposite.

Luke was serene, and never made too much of a fuss, unless truly upset. But his sister was a different story. She was Anakin’s child, Padmé knew; there was a fire in her that was pure Skywalker.

Padmé’s heart fell slightly at the thought of Anakin. He was currently in a comfortable (comfortable being a relative term) holding facility on Coruscant, visited by a mind healer in the mornings and a therapist in the evenings. Padmé had only seen him once, when the kids were born, but neither Obi-Wan or Ahsoka had been at all.

Both the mind healer and therapist were adamant that Obi-Wan and Ahsoka might trigger things in Anakin, who was only recently taking a turn for the better- and they couldn’t risk his progress.

Padmé felt lonely, sometimes, raising her children alone. She wished Ani was there with her; but she believed that one day, he would be.

She reminded herself she still had Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan, and Cody, and Rex; along with everyone else who she considered to be family now. Obi-Wan and Cody were coming to visit soon, having promised they’d watch the twins while Padmé returned to Coruscant for (hopefully) the passing of the Clone Rights Act.

She was wary of leaving Luke and Leia, but she looked forward to seeing her good friend again, Chancellor Mon Mothma. She’d also meet with Commander Bly, the now representative of the vode in the Galactic Senate.

Padmé couldn’t wait to see her friends again, especially Obi-Wan and Cody; it had been too long since their last visit. She was also aware of how romantic the lake country could be- the perfect place for a proposal. Perhaps there was a wedding in the future?

She knew it was hypocritical, but Padmé had better be invited to Obi-Wan’s wedding. If she wasn’t, there’d be hell to pay.

But that was a discussion for another time. For now, Padmé held her daughter in her arms and walked the house at the sound of Luke’s cries.

She gathered him in her arms, and looked at each of her kids’ faces in turn. Yes, she’d always be there for them, no matter what. She was a fighter, and her children were very much worth fighting for.

It was one of the many things she’d do for love.

***

And that’s a wrap, folks!

Again, comments are a HUGE motivator to write…. Soo… if it’s okay…. PLEASE COMMENT! okay sorry i’ll stop now.

Hope you enjoyed this series! To anyone who reads this: I am very, very thankful for you.

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euaxel · 3 years

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heyyy, eonia. i’m reid, i’m twenty-three, still can’t read, and all i know about pjo is that it fucking rocks and the protag has the same learning disabilities that i do! also, i picked hypnos for this punk mainly to be mean to him and because in the hades game hypnos bullies me every time i die and i’m kiiiinda into it. hmu on discord one on one for the best plotting experience, but i’ll be around plenty to bug y’all in the gc too. you can read about bastard boy number one right here and under the cut we’ll get down to business.

⟨ ELLIOT FLETCHER. TRANS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, AXEL EVERETT is actually a descendent of H Y P N O S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-TWO year old VIDEO GAME DEVELOPMENT & COMBAT TACTICS MAJOR from BROOKLYN, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite WITTY & SELF-DEPRICATING.

be advised, axel’s a pretty heavy character. i’m gonna keep it brief for the bio & need-to-knows, tag around the parts with bold applicable triggers so you can skip around as needed, and tag this post accordingly, but just let me know if i miss anything and i’ll fix it & be safe reading. godspeed and i apologize in advance for bringing you all my personal punching bag as my first muse.

the main triggers that are gonna come up are: parental abuse, alcoholism * major, mentions of bullying, drowning * major, religious trauma, and drug abuse with some harder drugs ( particularly, weed, pills and cocaine / nothing with needles. )

general stats.

— full name , axel harley everett. — nicknames/alias , axe, ax, wolverine jr, tyler durden jr, trouble, Who? - every professor he’s ever had. — house, hypnos and mad about it. — age, 22, as of today. also mad about it. — gender, trans male. — pronouns, he/him. — sexual orientation, bisexual with a somewhat heavy masc lean. — d.o.b, january 1st, 1999. ( generally unknown to anyone but maybe siblings, he will probably lie and say Nobody Knows... I Just Am unless he really fucks with you. ) — hometown,

phys.

— height, 5′0ft even. furious about it. — eyes, brown. — hair, brown. — face claim, elliot fletcher.

misc.

— zodiac, capricorn. — alignment, chaotic good. — character inspo, lip gallagher, steve rogers ( young ), ellie from tlou1, logan howlett, stiles stilinski ( if anyone says shit i will scream ), probably someone from euphoria but i’m too scared to watch that, peter parker ( andrew garfield ), shinsou hitoshi, finn mertens, marceline the vampire queen, dipper pines, this is all over the place but it’s there. — most played spotify songs, passion for publication by anarbor, sober haha jk unless by hospital bracelet, nobody by mitski, class of 2013 by mitski, king princess’ cover of monster from adventure time, way too much phoebe bridgers, in love or whatever by future teens, and the entire front bottoms discography but especially in sickness & in flames with the hard way & bus beat well at the top of his loop. — aesthetics, bloody knuckles, left open and tipped over prescription bottles, walking on the carpet with socks to get that tingly feeling, skateboarding inside, dozing off at the bar, tangled legs in messy sheets, ten pillows on a twin sized mattress, laying down in the shower, brian sella’s cracky singing voice.

bio.

— axel was born and raised in brooklyn, new york, and he was claimed at thirteen, on his thirteenth birthday, by hypnos. — the day he was claimed, axel ceased contact with his human mother and his step-dad, and he attended a camp for half-bloods that wasn’t far from home. he spent his adolescence there year round for safety from monsters at home and abroad, then moved on to eonia. — ( parental abuse tw, drowning tw begin ) i don’t want to be too graphic here so i’m going to plainly say that axel’s mother was a very, very bad person, and the man she married was absent at his best, physically abusive at worst. axel’s powers ( hypnokinesis, namely ) were potent and difficult to control at a young age, and as a deeply religious catholic woman, this scared his mother and influenced most of the animosity in their relationship. she was convinced that the defensive visions he created and his ability to put her to sleep ( an attempt to help her, on his end; insomnia plagued her and later, it would him, too ) were of demonic origin, and tried to drown him more than once; cleansing, she claimed. the worst instance was the day he was claimed, actually — new years day, 2012; his life was saved by hypnos, and that was the last he saw of her. ( parental abuse tw, drowning tw end. ) — that said, he’s a little ( very ) hydrophobic. poseidon kids do NOT fucking interact ( i’m kidding. kind of. he Will avoid a little though ) — anyway! moving on. all of this aside, axel did his best to put his past behind him, and he was actually super stoked to learn that his powers came from somewhere good and that there was places out there for kids like him; to learn he wasn’t any kind of monster. ( still working on believing that, though.. marcelines monster.mp3 right here ) — he’s less stoked when he starts having trouble falling asleep, and really, it feels like a more cruel twist than any other fate has thrown at him ( his upbringing was chock full of mean twists, so that’s saying something ); and really, it’s more like insomnia just full on kicks in, but he can put other people to sleep. great, right? whatever, though — combat classes are kickass and he’s surrounded by babes that think he’s hilarious so things could be totally, way worse. — ( bullying tw (brief) ) for the most part, axel was pretty well liked among his peers. he was bullied as a young kid (pre-claim), but he bit back and he bit back hard, and sure, some of that followed him into his teen years but he’s more confident by then; less fun to poke at, and absolutely unhinged when provoked, so people learn better of it. the only real lasting effect was one instant that hit him a little too deep in the inferiority, when he was seventeen — he fell in love with a girl, told her that, and found himself at the end of a very mean spirited prank. he shook it off like he did anything else, or at least — he told himself he did, even if the hurt hit him somewhere a little too deep rooted ( ie. being god’s most unlovable son would naturally land him here, right? ) love’s kinda stupid anyways, so what the hell, right? (bullying tw end.)

— ( alcoholism tw, drug use tw begin ) this is already obscenely long so i’m just going to keep it to the point here and say he began drinking when he was sneaking booze in to camp at fifteen, and it just never stopped there. he’s also a massive stoner, which is all well, harmless and good for the most part; he’s always grinning, half-lidded, and has a room full of smoke at any given time. it’s the pills that do him in, and he did them at first just so he could get some shut eye, and... well. after that, because he’s dependent on them. but he keeps this part under wraps for the most part; it doesn’t have to be anyone’s problem but his, and it’s not a problem until it is one. partying’s fun, so is coke; so is taking a few too many xan’s, mdma. ( alcoholism tw, drug use tw end )

FUN FACTS!!!

— i swear he is not as doom and gloom as he sounds from the bio, and yeah, writing that made me so sad i feel like we absolutely must hone in on the fun and cute things about him!?! — he loves dnd. he can talk about it for HOURS and if you let him, he absolutely will. — adventure time makes him cry. he’s a baby don’t let him fool you. — very into cryptids, aliens, horror stories, conspiracy theories, in love with ryan from watcher, wanna be shane medej. — he loves to draw! the one thing he loves about his power is what it’s done for his imagination, and sure, he mostly draws horror things, but it’s why he went into video game development. he wants to be a concept artist. — his double major is in combat tactics because he loves fighting. he thinks it’s so fun. he’s a little nuts, actually — i mean, get hit in the face and come up grinning. all he’s ever wanted is to run a fight club and be the shortest, baddest little bitch on the planet. — he tends to nod off in weird places because he doesn’t sleep enough at night, which is sad, but; he can seriously fall asleep anywhere. standing up, in a tree, you name it. — he’s a hobby musician! he loves singing and playing guitar. — he’s a huge flirt. — loves to scare people. he’s harmless, though. like, honestly. he might make you think you’re seeing a walking toadstool but he’ll probably apologize later. — he’s very much a singing in the shower type? — clothes thief. friends and significant others beware. — actually, just kind of a thief? but of weird, little things. like, just the left shoe. puts them in a little corner in his room that he has set up like an exhibit. “things you thought you lost lol” is written on the whiteboard on the wall above it. he likes collecting rocks too. he’s a little freak!! — he’s better at the memory retrieval part of his power than the rest. naturally, as this mostly applies for other people.

WANTED CONNECTIONS. im literally so tired of hearing myself talk...

friends/squad. self explanatory!!! he’s friendly, a class clown, and a loyal friend through and through; he’s also adaptable, and his demeanor is very relaxed and inviting. he’s probably gonna have 2-3 people that he’s really close with, and he’d do quite literally anything for them. seriously, don’t tempt him. a best friend. so this is kind of vague but. i’d really love for him to have one person that is just a tier above the rest? they’d know things about him that are like pulling teeth to find out ( aka, anything deeper than his most recommended podcasts and loudmouth opinions on non important things ), someone who will call him on his shit, and maybe take care of his stupid little self when he gets too fucked up, because they’d be someone he trusts enough to let them. enemies? he probably gets along with most people until given a reason not to? but he is a loud mouth and if one of his friends gets into drama, he will stick his nose where it doesn’t belong and he will throw hands, so it could happen.

harmless rivalries. maybe even steamy ones. he’s a little shit and he likes banter so, so, so much? if given the opportunity and if someone rubs him a certain type of way, he’s so not above being a menace, although never super maliciously. just, you know, annoying the shit out of them on purpose, for fun. he’s also not above blowing a few kisses their way.

current hookups. self explanatory too. he’s a little harlot. HFBHVFNJ. it’s gonna be kinda hard to go beyond sex with him because he’s very deep in his own insecurity but he does catch feelings, he’s just mad about it when he does. i’m mostly gonna go off chem for that though! an ex. could be on friendly terms? but, it should be noted that he could’ve ghosted someone too; or pulled from the relationship when things got serious and he couldn’t choke out that ‘i love you’, even if he felt it. worse, if he did choke it out, but they didn’t feel the same way. siblings. hypnos kids he is gonna be so protective of all of u... family is hard for axel, i’m ngl, but he really wants one is the tragedy of it all, i guess? so he just really wants to be a good brother. he thinks hypnos is kind of a dick for making him but he tries not to fault him for his existence. fuck u dad i dont wanna be alive feels a little unfair. HDBHFDSJ. anyways he’s a good brother even if he is absolutely so reckless and terrifying in regards to himself but his siblings. his siblings he will do anything for. ALSO!!! FOUND FAMILY!!!! it would be kinda nice if he bonded with someone a little older maybe, could be outside of the hypnos house even, someone he’s kind of a bratty-little-brother type with.... or bratty older brother that takes your things and makes you laugh, y’know.

PERSONALITY. just tacking this part of the app on at the end too to highlight parts that i think are important for understanding who he is, and just so it’s all in one place!

toothy grins, half-lidded eyes, and keepin’ them laughing is what it’s all about, baby. axel walks with more confidence in his posture than he’s earned ( or claimed, for that matter ), and it’s the backbone of what gets him by. he’s a glowing example of the fake it ‘til you make it mentality, and he knows what he wants, usually how to get it, and doesn’t mind letting you know that. there’s an ever present mischievous glint in his eyes that says more about what to expect from him than he does, and that’s still not much? he likes to have fun, and there isn’t a whole lot of regard for righteousness or responsibility on his end, but hey! it’s usually only ever at his own expense, so what’s the damage? he’s an absolute clown and he knows it.

axel loves people. he does — you might not guess that with how elusive he is, but it’s true. there’s nothing he likes more than a good conversation with someone interesting, or maybe not even then; if there’s a sparkle in you, he’ll see it. ( might even draw it, not that you’d ever know. ) he’s warm, loyal, compassionate, relaxed, and understanding; and none of that is at the cost of being passive, or lacking passion.

as long as the vibes are right, he’s happy to just be; though, he’s known to have a fuse for certain provocations, and will jump readily at chance to fight in someone else’s honor. also, it’s not unlike him to spar for the sake of sparring; but that’s all in good fun, no worries.

there’s no way to sugarcoat it — axel has an inferiority complex. where that stems from is something he’s more self-aware of than he’s willing to admit, but he doesn’t have the patience or the will to dissect it; much less do anything about it, and he’s as bull-headed as they come — especially regarding anything related to the psyche. how much this impacts his demeanor and relationships with others varies on the situation, but one constant is that he’s going to retreat before things get bad; even if ‘things are getting bad’ exists only as his own paranoia-born hypothetical.

things can’t go bad if you don’t let them, and he’s content to keep it that way; even if it means being stuck in the stasis of missed opportunities. it’s when he’s retreating into himself that he can get irritable, anxious, jumpy; secretive, defensive, even. he’s personable until he isn’t, essentially.

#euintro #ik elliots like 5'7 but i've never let this kid be taller than me and i will not start now #parental abuse tw #bullying tw #drug use tw #alcoholism tw #drowning tw #religious trauma tw #jesus christ whats wrong with me #anyway who wants him #Because I Dont #anyway im not fucking proofreading it JBFGHBFJFBDJSKNMA im so sorry this is a monster in length

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆:

⟨ SAMANTHA LOGAN. CIS FEMALE. SHE / HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀 ‘𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒’ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐎 is actually a descendent of 𝐊𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄. it’s still a question of whether or not the 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 year old 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 from 𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒, 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈, 𝐔𝐒𝐀 has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 & 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇.

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒:

little sister, little spitefire always trying to fill her older brother’s shoes ( even when he’s off in the nhl ) ; a fiercely INDEPENDENT woman trying to cut her way through a sport with little future for her but she pays that no mind ; an agile winger with an insanely accurate shot, and a loyal teammate perhaps a little prone to anger ; extremely proficient in her aerokinesis and levitation, often using it to have a little fun with aerial acrobatics ; creator of snow but struggles with ice ; in tune with all aspects of herself, from her athleticism to her beauty to her sexuality ; she’ll leap before she looks and deal with the consequences herself, reluctant to ask for help even when she desperately needs it.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘:

— jess was born on a surprisingly mild winter’s day in st. louis three hours after her brother, jonathan, but not in the same place and definitely not to the same mother. let’s just say that arrival home from the hospital was a surprise and leave it at that, but khione has always gotten what she wanted and it was quickly that the samaroo’s were enamored with the little girl slumbering peacefully in the goddess’ arms. that would be the last time jess saw her birth mother for thirteen years but she did not lack a mother.

— raised as both samaroo’s own, she would proceed to pretend those three hours that separated her from her brother simply did not exist. anywhere her brother went, jess did too. anything her brother did, she wanted to do too. this went from endearing to annoying to concerning at some points, specifically when her brother picked up a hockey stick at seven and she sat in the stands at six. from the minute she walked into the arena she knew that this was a place where she belonged, for the chill in the air and the action on the ice ; it was something innate and much like her godly mother, jess often got what she wanted.

— she begged her parents to let her on the ice, and eventually they caved : but only to the world of sparkly dresses and pristine white figure skates. and for a while, that was alright. jess learned to skate ( exceedingly well ), surpassing her peers by leaps and bounds — sometimes, a bit literally.

— jess’ content nature lasted a little over a year, until her seventh birthday, when the badgering of her parents to allow her to join a HOCKEY team began to pick up full steam once again. this was much less jess’ love for the ice and very simply the desire to do everything her brother did. even at that young age she wasn’t a quitter, not one to SETTLE. they eventually caved, and come fall, the local team ( still co-ed ) had a new face.

— it was clear only after a short amount of time that jess’ talent on the ice was not confined to spins and jumps, picking up the sport shockingly quickly ; though she had definitely already gotten familiar with the game from all the times she’d watched from the stands and badgered her brother.

— her childhood in a suburb of st. louis was rather MUNDANE, not quite filled with opulence but comfortable and full of love. her summers were full of street hockey with her brother and his friends, skinned knees and roughing around no issue to her though his friends always seemed to pull their efforts a little bit. she always told them not to, for all the good that did.

— and it was that way for years. there were things she would see out of the corner of her eye sometimes : the way the ice clinked in her water when she was angry, how snow seemed to always fall softly on her as if REVERENT, and how she was so sure she saw her first grade teacher eat a soda can once. but these were all things she chalked up to her imagination until that fateful day of her thirteenth birthday.

— if not for the rule put into place about claiming, jess may not have been claimed at all given her affinity for blending into the moral world, but claimed she must be and so claimed she was. it was their birthday and they were out skating on a frozen pond. jonny and their friends had gone in already, the cold getting to them but it never seemed to get to jess for reasons she was about to learn.

— it’s a patch of rough ice that sends jess sprawling, twisting her ankle and springing tears to her eyes at the sudden burst of pain. there’s a soft whisper of wind and then she’s at the feet of a beautiful woman — beautiful but cold like the ice she’s seen form on tree branches. the truth is pressed like a cold stake between her eyes, blossoming beneath the cold, pale fingers of her godly mother along with the words, “don’t cry.” it is not an endearment but an order. to jess, unlike some of her siblings, this is her khione — their godly mother has never been anything but the epitome of winter : tough love, only the strong survive, the only thing tears are good for in winter is freezing.

— life doesn’t change much for jess in the wake of that, save for the truth seems to awaken something within her. the small things she saw out of the corner of her eye turns into TRUTH : wind streaming from her fingertips, snow falling into her palms in the middle of winter, the things that lurk around the corner. eventually her parents take notice, and more of the truth is aired out between daughter and parents — her brother busy at hockey practice. jess had to skip. of anything, that’s what she’s most upset about.

— jess goes to a camp for two summers : learns a bit more about the side of her life she didn’t know. fighting skills are fun to learn, but she feels listless within the boundaries of the camp, not allowed to go on quests. the only daughter of khione she feels a bit of an outcast, the whispers and looks likely not helped either by the SIDE her godly mother takes in the giant war. and so she doesn’t go back after that, returning instead to the one place she always did feel like she belonged : on the rink and with her hockey team. her training continues on an individual basis, stolen hours on the rink and in the cover of darkness. learning to spot monsters that lurk in the halls and dispatching them.

— and so, her life returns to a version of normal. she goes to school, she plays hockey, she practices her powers and swordplay in secret, she gets plenty of colleges that want her to commit to them come the end of her junior year. this is the life she’s chosen and she can definitely live with that.

— her brother jonny was a hockey player in his own right, an elite defenseman but in a more visible way than jess in the way that all male players are. he was drafted in the first round of the nhl draft and jess was there proudly ( and a BIT sorrowfully, because she knew her future in the sport wasn’t possible like it was for her brother ). but she swallowed those fears and did not allow it to sour her relationship with her brother.

— ultimately, she follows him to the same college where they BOTH lead their teams with a ferocity unmatched. they were the unstoppable samaroo siblings, always having each other’s backs and and the lynchpin in their respective teams. she grows in those years, as a person, as a player, and in her own power.

— two shared years of college was all they got before jonny went into the nhl, leaving jess behind as she knew he always had to. and so she returned to school, continued to dedicate herself to the game, her team, and her studies and was a PROUD little sister. and maybe, her own skill would lift her up someday, more than just a footnote in her brother’s pressers about childhood, about how she just might’ve been the reason he got so good at defending against unpredictable players.

— jess led her team to a national championship her junior year, falling just short her final year at clarkson making the end all very bittersweet. it was after that she was faced with a choice. given her talents ( and her BROTHER, though she loathes to admit anything she does is because of him ), she was offered a contract with the buffalo beauts in the nwhl, but ultimately declined it in favor of continuing her education.

— eonia had been on her radar for a little while, a new consideration as she realized there was a whole other side and community she hadn’t yet truly made contact with. and with a little more time and a little more maturity under her belt, jess felt like she was willing to give the demigod community a change again. so in spite of the very mild and sadly fair-weather location, she made the decision to apply and enroll. and well, their hockey team was pretty good too.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂:

— jess... really didn’t attend a camp long term. being a daughter of khione has its benefits sometimes. given her godly mother’s lesser standing ( sometimes, she’s not even considered a goddess, but don’t tell khione that ), it makes her scent less noticeable to monsters meaning jess was able to live a rather normal life with the occasional need to dispatch a monster, y’k. there are probably other factors too : mainly, how hockey locker rooms and equipment tend to smell, and two, the fact in st louis they lived over her father’s caribbean cuisine restaurant.

— jess has one older brother, jonathan ( completely mortal ), only a few hours older than her and they share a birthday, so it’s no surprise that many think he’s her “fraternal twin.” to most, that’s what they easily believe. the TRUTH is something jess tries not to dwell on but it’s as simple as : her parents were celebrating their anniversary at a mountain chateau and — never the most conventional when it came to the bedroom— they decided that the beautiful brunette they met at the lodge’s spa would make for a fun addition that night. being the fallout of your parents' threesome with a goddess isn't how jess saw her life starting but sometimes you don't pick these things... they just happen. regardless, she loves her parents lmao. practice safe sex lads... not this.

— jess effortlessly combines the worlds of being a beautiful woman along with the rougher sport of hockey, not quite splitting the image of a female jock when she’s off the ice though that hardly means she doesn’t fit in. she’s simply in touch with both aspects of herself extremely well.

— her dad is from trinidad and now runs a very successful caribbean cuisine restaurant in st. louis !! despite the fact her dad is a chef, jess cannot cook save for the most basic things...

— extremely bi with a strong preference for women, though she tries not to fall into the cliché of gay female jock. this was something she explored only after her entrance to college and came to the conclusion about rather quickly. always so self-confident, this wasn’t an aspect of herself she struggled to come to terms with — simply an accepted fact. she’s definitely in the LGBTQ+ Alliance though she probably doesn’t attend a lot of meetings between hockey conflicts and just.... other things. she’s at their events tho and... around enough :)

— she isn’t the neatest by any terms, though not unhygienic by any means. her dorm has a very lived-in feel, clothes not always put away and the tendency at times to look like a storm hit it. regardless, she always seems to find what she needs when she needs it, so why change.

— she is a WINGER : a strong and agile skater with an ability to slip past defenders and a quick and startlingly accurate SHOT that has been touted the best on her team and one of the best in the east back at her first college. her nature off the ice translates well onto it, often with high risk, high reward situations. some have compared her to a loose canon, others have compared her to a ghost with her ability to drift between players and always be in the spot she needs to be to SCORE. she leads her team in goals, and sets up on the right circle in the powerplay. her defensive game is a little lacking, but she’s working on it. generally too irresponsible and unpredictable to have an A or gods forbid.. the C. so none of that for her. she does on occasion rile up the girls ( in a good way ) pretty good though.

— played for the national women’s team the spring of her final year at clarkson :) it was during these games in europe that she visited eonia and it confirmed to her that she wanted to attend !!

— love pilates so much... like so much. also come to her for ab workouts bc she’s the queen of them.

— pursuing her masters in JOURNALISM with a focus on sports journalism. if she’s not playing hockey, she’s probably at some other game covering it. with the slim chances of her being able to make a life playing professional hockey, she wants to at least be able to COVER it professionally. her undergrad degree is communications from clarkson university in upstate new york.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘:

— she’s been called a LITTLE SPITEFIRE ever since she was a little girl, when she was nearly always in contrast with her quieter and calmer brother ( and even in spite of her godly heritage ; it's a little IRONIC really ). though she’s not the smallest anymore, her height landing her a hair above average, the spitefire comment remains true. fiercely independent, jess goes after what she wants with a ceaseless ( but not always the most logical ) attitude. it has given her a little temper too, though her rage is often intense and brief and passing. she’s not one to hold a grudge, especially against those she considers friends.

— there’s an undeniable underlying confidence that jess carries herself with, on and off the ice. it’s intimidated some and endeared her to others. but with this fierce independence comes some drawbacks : mainly in her reluctance to ask others for help and sometimes inability to admit she is wrong. there are a few that she’ll begrudgingly listen to : her close friends, her brother, her teammates, but she can’t promise that she always HEEDS what they say or that their opinions go into making the more informed decision. she has a brash and an ‘i can do anything’ attitude which has on occasion gotten her into a few binds though she’d never admit it, constantly ignoring people if they tell her she can’t do something. she’ll leap before she looks and then splint her own ankle after the fall if she has to.

— she has a big heart, resulting in no shortage of friends but carefully guarded when it comes to romance. incredibly passionate about what she does, her few adventures into romance have been fleeting : either the other turned off by her fierce independence or her growing bored rather quickly. her spitefire name holds up, her relationships intense, bright, and fleeting. she isn’t afraid of break ups, and historically has been the one to do so. her own unwillingness to stick to a partner for very long could speak to commitment issues, though she’s decided to put that examination on the back burner. her hookups are not an extensive list, but it isn’t skimpy either — she goes after what she wants, after all.

— she puts on the air that she doesn’t care what other people think, but the truth is that she does. taking critique was hard for her at first, but she’s forced herself to learn over the years to not take that to heart. she does want to improve, after all, and that is part of that process.

𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒:

AEROKINESIS ( + LEVITATION ) —

by far jess’ most honed godly power would be her aerokinesis. it was the first one that presented itself and the one she feels the most comfortable with. because it is the power most integrated with herself, it’s also the one jess is most prone to lose control over — and the more unhinged she is, the colder the air ; she’s definitely caused frostbite before. it’s not uncommon to see a few snow flurries in the gusts of wind she creates, though if those are because she’s summoned them or just the scientific result of humid air rapidly freezing... well that remains to be seen. jess never has been the most science-minded. given how well-versed she is in aerokinesis, it’s also not uncommon for her to walk around like her own personal air conditioner, especially given the heat sensitivity of her and her siblings. she really hates heat — why did she go to school in greece again ??

she also often combines her control of cold winds in tandem with her levitation powers to achieve something that’s like not quite flying but it’s similar ( being supported by the air, more like, yadda yadda, y’know ?? ). levitation took her a while to get a hang of ; it’s actually quite different from her use of the winds and requires much more focus and a sense of CALMNENSS that wasn’t easy for jess to find. because of her tendency to defer to the more “brute force” approach of using the winds, it’s been a struggle, but it’s something she’s been working on since she came to eonia and something she’s been steadily adding to her godly powers toolbox. she’s never had a fear of heights which allows her to push herself further, and she loves to do aerial acrobatics ( the lower temperatures at high elevations don’t BOTHER her either. whooo bonus ). though powers are banned in eonia hockey against mortals, she sometimes can’t help but reflexively use her aerokinesis or levitation to keep herself from getting injured — she has enough practice with using it subtly it that it’s pretty much not noticeable when she does ; and it’s NOT cheating shhh.

CRYOKINESIS —

one would think with an unpredictable temperament like jess’ that she would be rather prone to freezing things on accident, but this couldn’t be less true. the TRUTH is she lacks the discipline to truly freeze things, not having enough focus to still molecules and all that jazz. she finds the exercises to hone this part of her ability rather dull — a surprise considering she loves hockey so much. but she considers between her siblings and poseidon kids she doesn’t need to bother honing something that doesn’t interest her when she could just make someone else do it instead. instead you’ll find she’s much more prone to creating icy gusts of wind or frost when she’s angry or emotional. besides you’ll find flying stinging snow that’s almost sleet is a pretty effective offensive weapon. otherwise her prowess with “freezing” things is limited to her lowering her drinks ( and the air around her ) to the perfect temperature.

however, she does have some levels of mastery over other parts of cryokinesis, specifically when it comes to summoning and manipulating snow. she finds the more unpredictable and scattered nature of snow something she can more readily relate to and perhaps why she has found much more mastery over it. you won’t find her freezing lakes or making ice patches but if you need a little bit of snow for the Aesthetic she’s definitely your gal. given her prowess with aerokinesis, this means she can whip up a pretty mean snowstorm, but not for a sustained amount of time unless one of her siblings or a demigod with complementary powers helps her. one of these days she’s going to team up with one of the zeus kids to make thundersnow on the grounds that she thinks it would be “really really fun.”

FEARSPEAK —

jess didn’t even realize she had fearspeak until she came to eonia, but that doesn’t mean she hadn’t used it before then unlike her levitation. “soft, snow-like whispers” aren’t really her natural vibe — more prone to being loud and rather visible with her emotions and feelings, but there have been times on the ice where her anger had dissolved into something crueler. it’s an odd thing to sense people’s fears, and an even odder mindset to want to confirm them, but there are... situations. it’s something she’s only used a handful of times, mostly in certain high pressure and high level games, the fallout of her friends’ bad breakups ( no harm in putting a little unease into their exes right ?? ), and not something she intended to do.

jess truly isn’t able to sense people’s fears, even when she uses the power — it’s more just a gut feeling of knowing just what to say and knowing it will be believed. she hasn’t tested this power much outside the handful of times she’s accidentally used it and doesn’t like when she does. the mindset she’s in when she uses fearspeak... that’s not someone she wants to be — but deep down her own fear is that it’s inevitable that’s who she’ll become.

FIGHTING SKILLS —

jess’ skill in battle is... probably a little above the average demigod. a lot of this is due in part to her natural athleticism and agility training than any true taught skill. she picked up fighting rather late in the game. her weapons are simple : a short sword and dagger, both good for offense and the dagger lending to more unpredictableness. much like her approach to hockey, she tends to be unpredictable and can be quite emotional in her approach. sometimes this is an advantage, other times the risks she takes do not pay off. her strategy is often to employ offense rather than defense which again... works sometimes and other times not so much. she does enjoy sparring and especially sparring with powers involved. it’s a good challenge and often times she comes out on top though her recklessness is most likely one day going to get her hurt. her aim is quite good and she has the potential to be quite skilled at archery, but she finds the practice to get to the more exciting applications of the weapon rather dull and lacks the patience to see it through.

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄:

— 5′6″, very athletic build, strong legs from skating and impressive arms. brown eyes and brown hair often kept in her natural curls a little past shoulder length. she will straighten it on occasion for events, but does so rarely because the effort isn’t worth it.

— she’s incredibly handy with a make up brush, an expert on her own face and drawing out her features in a simply but beautiful manner.

— to say the least, jess never looks bad. she believes attitude and mental health all start with appearance and therefore always goes through the effort of making herself look good even if she feels the opposite inside. the times when she doesn’t look that great truly speak volumes of just how down she must be.

— jewelry : loves a bit of sparkle, owns plenty of jewelry she cycles through regularly from necklaces to earrings to bracelets. these are often gold or bronze, warm-toned. when she plays though, the only piece that remains is a very simple short gold necklace with a small sapphire from her brother.

— style : she has an eye for BEAUTIFUL things, simple clothing that’s comfortable but also makes her look great. with no shortage of fabletics leggings, tasteful cropped shirts, and colorful sports bras often worn as crop tops, she strikes a fit figure on campus, though she also mixes in a healthy mix of skinny pants in a rainbow of colors. it’s a toss up if you’ll get her more athletic style or her snappy casual day-to-day look, honestly even she doesn’t know how she picks. she’s fond of denim jackets and nike sneakers ( honestly… a fan of nike and adidas, she may as well be a walking advertisement for them ). while she owns a fair number of skirts and dresses, she tends not to wear them until the occasion calls for it or when it’s quite warm out, just due to her eccentric and very active nature ( and nike pros under them when she does ofc ).

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

in general... lemme get back to you on this lol... but a quick note :

jess just started at eonia this past fall ( fall 2020 ), but that definitely doesn’t mean she hasn’t already integrated herself into campus lol. given her personality, she’s definitely already found friends and hookups and all that fun stuff, they just all will have formed relatively recently !!

i’m also open to past connections in the states ; however, these might be a little limited and hard to fit given the specificity of her background... i would love for her to have had a demigod friend back at clarkson ( it’s a small-ish school in upstate new york... it’s surrounded by a lot of pretty woods and definitely the opposite of urban )... i have ideas but also i know that’s a specific ask skskalsdkjf

𝐎𝐎𝐂:

hey it’s ollie again ✌️ . bringing u jess who’s cool, fun, and funky. unlike a certain man ( jason ).

#eu.intro #eonia.intro #( do i remember the tag?? no lol #also don't assume i proofread this... im sorry )#( but she's here !!!#finally !!! )#( again...#not a jason-length intro but...#it's up there )

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sides-of-demigods · 5 years

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Character Profiles

ROMAN PRINCE (16)

Son of Apollo, god of...let's just say the arts, archery, and medicine.

Apollo? God of music? Theatre? The arts? And just all around extraness?

Yeah he's the son of Apollo.

Roman is skilled with anything involving missile projectiles, from archery to basketball, and is a natural musician and actor.

He can actually charm people with his singing voice and, if he is focused enough and has the energy, can almost cast spells with songs. For instance, when he used it in the forest incident to lead him and Virgil out of the woods.

For weaponry, Roman is the only one with a magic weapon. Most often it's a double bladed sword, but it can be separated into two swords, used as a spear, or melded into one single sword.

Also, for some reason no one can explain, it's actually made of Imperial Gold instead of Celestial Bronze, but there's red detailing in the hilt and designs on the blades.

Of course he also has a bow, he's the son of Apollo, but his sword is his signature weapon.

His smile is like sunshine and he has ALL OF THE FRECKLES

He has Auburn hair and is the second shortest of the main four, much to his annoyance, though he's still tall at 5’10 (177 cm)

His eyes are green and he's the pretty boy of camp, giving all of the Aphrodite kids a run for their money.

Roman has been going to Camp Half-Blood for 10 years, ever since he was six.

Roman knew since he was brought to Camp Half-Blood for the first time for the summer by his mom when he was six, because he was immediately claimed by Apollo.

His mom told him early on that he was a demigod but it wasn't until the golden sun with it's arrows for rays that he knew exactly who he was.

But knowing he was a demigod he became obsessed with the magic and fantasy of Greek mythology, and as a kid who had already heard so many fairy tales, he had...strong opinions on the gods.

And their children.

And that included his brother.

He's getting better, especially since the forest incident, which resulted in him befriending and pining after Virgil.

Him and Patton fangirl over Disney and dashing heroes and stuff such as that.

Him and Logan it's all sass battles and such and they act like they hate each other but literally the entire camp knows that's die for each other in a heartbeat. You boys aren't fooling anybody.

LOGAN BRADFORD (17)

Son of Athena, goddess of wisdom

He's??? So smart??? Like there's Athena Cabin smart, and then there's Logan smart. The dude is on a whole nother level.

When it comes to weapons Logan uses twin landsknecht daggers, as they are weapons that require you to be precise and calculating. They aren't really anything special, with navy blue hilts and Celestial Bronze blades, but that's perfect for him.

Logan has black hair and blue eyes, and is the second tallest of the main four, at just over six feet. (182 cm)

Logan was the second most recent to arrive to Camp, arriving at 12 and having been at Camp for four years.

Logan took, surprise surprise, a much more logical standpoint on things than Roman.

He was from a long line of legacies. No one, even his father, knew he was a true son of Athena not just her legacy

So you can imagine his surprise when he got to camp and was properly claimed.

He adapted to this new development rather quickly and got on with his life, electing to, with the support of his family, to stay at camp year round and visit his family once in a while, usually for holidays and such.

It was actually so that his friend and totally not crush Patton wouldn't be lonely most of the year.

As a legacy, Logan dove into Greek Mythology similar to Roman, but rather than focus on the story elements Logan memorized as many stories, weapons, and monsters as he could.

He's like a walking Mythapedia.

The counselor of Aphrodite, Valerie Torres-Rosario, once set him up with Patton as a sort of joke (but everyone at camp low-key shipped them) and Logan was so astonished.

How can anyone be so happy? And pretty? Wait pretty? Wait, shit, 404 error, Logan.exe has shut down.

Nowadays…

Well can you say POWER COUPLE?

Battle couple, leader couple, just all around the most badass couple at camp that literally everyone loves.

Random fact: Logan has a southern drawl that he often dials down, worried it'll cause people to not take him seriously. But sometimes he let's it out with Patton, and yes it makes the poor boy melt.

PATTON HAILEY (16)

Son of Hebe, goddess of youth

Patton is kind of the definition of “looks like a cinnamon roll, and is a cinnamon roll” but when it comes to his abilities he's probably the most powerful of the bunch.

He can manipulate age, sucking the youth out of people and monsters with only a touch. He can almost always control it, but he usually wears gloves anyway. No one actually knew the extent of this until Capture the Flag one day.

Logan ran afoul of an orthrus (a two headed dog the size of a pony) and Patton without even thinking ripped off his gloves, holding on until the monster aged into dust.

He tends to not his powers much after that, so he instead studied with the Apollo cabin to be a healer and learned to use a slingshot and crossbow.

Also while not having a magic weapon persay, Patton does have a magic pouch with Celestial Bronze spheres for his slingshot that can hold way more than it seems. It's not bottomless but it can hold way more than you'd think.

Patton, poor baby, is the shortest of the group at 5’8”. (172 cm)

Patton and his brother were the second to arrive, Patton being 10 when he arrived at Camp, therefore being at Camp 6 years.

Patton also stays year round with his younger brother Dennis but that's because of a less happy reason.

See Hebe is a beautiful woman who Mr. Hailey fell in love with, but only for her beauty and they only had a one night stand. So he was not happy when a baby showed up at his door.

He got even worse when it happened again (although with a different goddess).

One day Patton took Dee and just left. Thankfully they were quickly found by a satyrs, Talyn, who escorted them to camp.

They stayed in the Hermes cabin for quite a while, Dee even longer than Patton, before being claimed.

Patton fit in quite quickly with his cabin mates. The children of Hebe are “highly sociable, take pride in community service and happiness of others, enjoy parties and feasts, tend to maintain a youthful appearance throughout their lives, are known to be fast healers, and are very good at planning social activities and parties.

That sure sounds like Patton to me.

Obviously is the dad of the entire camp.

Him and Logan, though Logan won't admit it, totally are mom and dad of CHB.

Random fact: Patton is next in line for counselor of the Hebe cabin.

VIRGIL CAMDEN (16)

Son of Phobos, god of fear

He can instill fear in people, as well as make them see their worst fears. He can look at someone and know what their afraid at that moment and their worst fears. He can also sort of sense fear of all kinds, from nervousness to anxiety to terror.

Virgil has a sword made of stygian iron, with a hilt of onyx inlaid with amethysts.

Also, he's the only one who had the sense to have a freaking shield. He doesn't always use it, but it's usually at least on his back if he's going into combat. He also has a small hand crossbow, but he doesn't always bring that with him.

Virge has brown hair, dyed purple, and actually tends to not wear much eye shadow, since the sweat from training can make it run.

He also straightens his hair but has Hobbit hair that only the other three have seen because he's kinda self-conscious about it, and each time was an accident. (Aww that might the a cute fic idea. “3 times Virgil accidentally showed his curly hair and one time it was on purpose”. Might write that if y'all want, idk.)

Moving on from his hair, he's got brown eyes, and while he doesn't wear a lot of eyeshadow (think the much less intense eyeshadow from his first few appearances) he still tends to wear white foundation and such. Idk anything about makeup.

Virgil is actually the tallest at 6’3” (190 cm) but is often so slouched he seems to be as tall as Logan if not shorter.

Virgil arrived at camp at 13, the last to arrive, and he has been at Camp 3 years.

Virgil and his parents didn't even know he was a demigod, not until a satyr named Joan showed up at his doorstep on his 13th birthday.

So he shows up to camp for the summers although when everything at home becomes too much he is known to stay at camp for a week or two.

His family situation is okay, but it's pretty tense and that just overwhelms him sometimes.

Him and Roman didn't get along at first, Roman convinced he was the son of an “evil” god. Then the forest incident happened and Virgil released maybe Roman wasn't the stuck up brat he seemed to be. They became friends and now Virgil is slowly falling in love. Curse those damn freckles.

Him and Logan get along pretty well and tend to hang out when everyone at camp is being a little too much. When they just need some practicality.

Patton is his best friend ever, they're totally bffs.

They're like the most wholesome friendship ever and honestly, even before Roman became Virgil's friend, people were starting to question if Virgil was really that bad, because if he was how could he befriend someone as precious as Patton?

Random fact: He somehow always manages to wear black and purple? He somehow even managed to get a hold of a black Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, something no one can explain considering they we're all supposedly bright orange.

DENNIS HAILEY (14)

Son of Apate, goddess of fraud, deceit, trickery, and lies.

Children of Apate aren't known as being powerful in a flashy way. They can't raise the dead, or summon hurricanes, or call lightning from the sky. Their powers are incredibly subtle.

Obviously they can lie their way out of almost any situation, they can blend into crowds easily, they can sense weakness, motivation, and lies. They can twist people's words around.

But just as some children have Aphrodite have charmspeak and some children of Hephaestus can control fire, certain children of Apate have another ability I'm calling Mimicry.

They can take on the form of another person to a level somewhere between an illusion and shapeshifting (meaning they can get stuff wrong), and mimic some speech patterns, quirks, and mannerisms. But not memories.

Dennis uses a rapier. The handle is black, but the area around the handle is gold (if you look up a rapier you'll know what I mean). The blade itself is the usual celestial bronze. That's his signature weapon but he's also good with various knives and daggers, including throwing knives.

He has black hair like Logan, but his eyes are grey, and he has a nasty scar on the side of his face from when him and Patton were fighting a monster before Talyn found them.

He's even shorter than Patton, but he's also not done growing yet, so cut him some slack.

Okay now the good stuff. You already read the gist of his back story with Patton, but once Patton got claimed their stories kind of separated.

See after Patton got claimed Dennis was still stuck in the Hermes cabin for a while. But while Patton was getting to know his other siblings, Dee was kinda left behind.

He took care of the rest of the distance when he was claimed by Apate.

It's a mostly one sided hate, because despite what Dennis has done, Patton just can't bring himself to hate his brother. And, no matter what he tells people Dennis really just misses his big brother but feels betrayed and can't risk that.

So instead he befriended a son of Eris, a boy also scorned by his brother (more on him soon). Although honestly, it's more like Dennis is the one keeping the older boy even semi under control.

Other than that, Dennis is still the manipulative, lying, GOOD INTENTIONED snek we all know and love.

He still causes chaos, but he's kind of true Neutral.

He's like this because that's how he came to believe was necessary for survival.

He was a child of the god of lies.

They wanted a snake?

He'd give them a snake.

But Patton won't give up on Dee. So maybe, just maybe, Dennis won't give up on himself either

Random fact: The one night (after Dennis was out of the infirmary for his injury) while the Hailey boys were still in the Hermes cabin, Patton and Dennis managed to sneak into the kitchen and Patton made chocolate chip cookies. Much to his annoyance, even to this day Dennis's ambrosia and nectar tend to taste like those cookies.

REMUS DUX (16)

Son of Eris, goddess of strife and discord

Remus is stronger in chaotic times, can create a golden apple that can cause people to fight over it, and cause fights between weaker-willed people.

His most powerful ability is a Strife Storm which causes things within it to break, change, or warp.

Remus uses a mace. Plot twist, right? He uses a sword more often than his signature weapon though.

The Mace is black with green designs on the handle. The head is celestial bronze, but Remus painted it black.

By the way, the following actually happened:

Thomas: What do you have?

Remus running wildly: A MACE!

Thomas: NO!

Roman: Oh my gods, why does he have a mace.

Remus has Auburn hair like Roman, but has black eyes and dyed lime green streaks into it.

He and Roman are the exact same height, and this annoys the shit out of both of them.

So now the family stuff. It seems complicated but it's really not, I swear.

So remember Roman's mom? So she met Apollo and had Roman.

But on the exact same day as Roman, Remus appeared on the doorstep of Mr. Dux. He knew it was his child, based on the note from Eris. So yes, the two have the exact same birthday.

But THEN, like not even a year later, Ms. Prince and Mr. Dux met and soon, they got married.

Roman and Remus got along like real brothers, and were the best of friends. Until, they were six years old.

You may remember that six years old was the first summer the boys arrived at Camp Half-Blood.

Roman was claimed practically as soon as they crossed the border. Remus was claimed in a few weeks, but during those weeks something...something happened to him.

He began to...change.

He began to become more chaotic, cruel, just plain old mean.

Roman was trying so hard to excuse this. Maybe his brother just missed their parents? Maybe if he spent more time with Remus than his cabin mates?

But then Remus was claimed, and Roman finally snapped, turning his back on his brother for good.

This was the last straw for Remus too.

The two finally decided, subconsciously and unanimously, that despite their parents love for both of them, despite their marriage, despite their childhood, they were no longer brothers.

Both boys cried that night.

But now Remus channels his energy into destruction, pranks, and honestly horrible things.

Dennis is quite honestly the only thing keeping him from actually killing someone.

That orthux that attacked Logan? That was Remus.

The forest incident? Remus.

Random fact: Remus loves bananas, and of his favorite things to do is eat a banana and leave it on the floor of the dining pavilion right before the dinner rush and watch an unsuspecting demigod slip and fall.

THOMAS SANDERS (20)

Son of Iris, goddess of the rainbow

Okay I know what you're thinking, but I SWEAR this isn't a gay joke. Honestly it started that way but I did actual research and I decided to actually keep it.

Okay so children of Iris have good communication skills, are often nice and good at making friends, are creative, have good color coordination, and are good with animals. Sounding familiar yet? YUP IT SOUNDS LIKE THOMAS FUCKING SANDERS.

Sorry I'm just so excited this worked out so perfectly.

Anyway onto the next part: powers.

Thomathy over here has the power to generate and manipulate light and color, he can change the color of things with just a touch (people suspect he's behind Virgil's black Camp t-shirts), he can see the whole spectrum of light (thankfully he can turn this on and off), and because he's special, he can summon rainbow wings that he can use to fly.

Thomas uses a bow and arrow. There isn't much special about them. It's a recurve bow that's a magenta color, the feathers on his arrows are all different colors, the arrowheads are celestial bronze but there are celestial bronze bits on the ends of his bow just in case a monster decides to get up close and personal.

He has a short sword as well, but he prefers to use the bow.

Thomas looks the same as our Thomas: brown hair, brown eyes, 5’10” (177 cm), etc.

Thomas honestly has a pretty good family life, and actually has been known to bring campers home with him for a week or so if needed? His family is welcome at camp, people call Mama Sanders “mom” even more often than they do Logan, it's pretty amazing.

As for demigod stuff, well Thomas was on watch for a while.

He was special for a child of Iris already (the wings ain't normal), but his best friend and his protector (Joan obviously) could tell he had potential to be a leader and a role model for all the kids at camp.

So at twelve, Thomas arrived at Camp Half Blood for his first day at camp.

He wasn't the best when it came to the physical attributes. He could fight, otherwise he'd be dead by now, but he wasn't exactly gifted at it.

Yet somehow he was counselor of the Iris cabin by the time he was 15?

He is just great at making friends. Even the Ares cabin likes him! He can actually talk them down!

No one understands it!

Literally the only one he can't control is Remus.

Soon, Dionysus was able to somehow cut a deal that got him out of camp director. That title went to Chiron and Thomas, at age 18, became the activities counselor, taking over Chiron's now vacant spot.

Literally the entire camp cheered when this happened.

There wasn't a single unhappy camper in sight.

Random Fact: Thomas's eyes actually change color sometimes, like a holographic image. They're usually brown, but campers swear they've seen them multiple other colors, even colors that shouldn't be possible like red and purple.

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saibug1022 · 5 years

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Sanders Sides Demigod AU

So this is a very late birthday present for @coconut-cluster. Actually, it's so late it might not even constitute as a birthday present because it took so long. (Yes I've been working on, writing, discussing, and researching this for days what of it?) It's barely got even the remnants of a format, but I hope you all enjoy it anyway!

CHARACTER PROFILES

ROMAN PRINCE (16)

Son of Apollo, god of...let's just say the arts, archery, and medicine.

Apollo? God of music? Theatre? The arts? And just all around extraness?

Yeah he's the son of Apollo.

Roman is skilled with anything involving missile projectiles, from archery to basketball, and is a natural musician and actor.

For weaponry, Roman is the only one with a magic weapon. Most often it's a double bladed sword, but it can be separated into two swords, used as a spear, or melded into one single sword.

Also, for some reason no one can explain, it's actually made of Imperial Gold instead of Celestial Bronze, but there's red detailing in the hilt and designs on the blades.

Of course he also has a bow, he's the son of Apollo, but his sword is his signature weapon.

His smile is like sunshine and he has ALL OF THE FRECKLES

He has Auburn hair and is the second shortest of the main four, much to his annoyance, though he's still tall at 5’10 (177 cm)

His eyes are green and he's the pretty boy of camp, giving all of the Aphrodite kids a run for their money.

Roman knew since he was brought to Camp Half-Blood for the first time for the summer by his mom when he was six, because he was immediately claimed by Apollo.

His mom told him early on that he was a demigod but it wasn't until the golden sun with it's arrows for rays that he knew exactly who he was.

But knowing he was a demigod he became obsessed with the magic and fantasy of Greek mythology, and as a kid who had already heard so many fairy tales, he had...strong opinions on the gods.

And their children.

And that included his brother.

He's getting better, especially since the forest incident, which resulted in him befriending and pining after Virgil.

Him and Patton fangirl over Disney and dashing heroes and stuff such as that.

Him and Logan it's all sass battles and such and they act like they hate each other but literally the entire camp knows that's die for each other in a heartbeat. You boys aren't fooling anybody.

LOGAN BRADFORD (17)

Son of Athena, goddess of wisdom

He's??? So smart??? Like there's Athena Cabin smart, and then there's Logan smart. The dude is on a whole nother level.

Logan has black hair and blue eyes, and is the second tallest of the main four, at just over six feet. (182 cm)

Logan took, surprise surprise, a much more logical standpoint on things.

He was from a long line of legacies. No one, even his father, knew he was a true son of Athena not just her legacy

So you can imagine his surprise when he got to camp and was properly claimed.

It was actually so that his friend and totally not crush Patton wouldn't be lonely most of the year.

As a legacy, Logan dove into Greek Mythology similar to Roman, but rather than focus on the story elements Logan memorized as many stories, weapons, and monsters as he could.

He's like a walking Mythapedia.

The counselor of Aphrodite, Valerie Torres-Rosario, once set him up with Patton as a sort of joke (but everyone at camp low-key shipped them) and Logan was so astonished.

How can anyone be so happy? And pretty? Wait pretty? Wait, shit, 404 error, Logan.exe has shut down.

Nowadays…

Well can you say POWER COUPLE?

Battle couple, leader couple, just all around the most badass couple at camp that literally everyone loves.

Random fact: Logan has a southern drawl that he often dials down, worried it'll cause people to not take him seriously. But sometimes he let's it out with Patton, and yes it makes the poor boy melt.

PATTON HAILEY (16)

Son of Hebe, goddess of youth

Patton is kind of the definition of “looks like a cinnamon roll, and is a cinnamon roll” but when it comes to his abilities he's probably the most powerful of the bunch.

Logan ran afoul of an orthrus (a two headed dog the size of a pony) and Patton without even thinking ripped off his gloves, holding on until the monster aged into dust.

He tends to not his powers much after that, so he instead studied with the Apollo cabin to be a healer and learned to use a slingshot and crossbow.

Patton, poor baby, is the shortest of the group at 5’8”. (172 cm)

He's blond with freckles, but not NEARLY as many as Roman.

His eyes are green and you don't immediately think "hero" when you look at him. He's shortish and not exactly muscular. But let's just say that Tartarus has it's fair share of mosnters who underestimated him.

Patton also stays year round with his younger brother Dennis but that's because of a less happy reason.

See Hebe is a beautiful woman who Mr. Hailey fell in love with, but only for her beauty and they only had a one night stand. So he was not happy when a baby showed up at his door.

He got even worse when it happened again (although with a different goddess).

One day Patton took Dee and just left. Thankfully they were quickly found by a satyrs, Talyn, who escorted them to camp.

They stayed in the Hermes cabin for quite a while, Dee even longer than Patton, before being claimed.

That sure sounds like Patton to me.

Obviously is the dad of the entire camp.

Him and Logan, though Logan won't admit it, totally are mom and dad of CHB.

Random fact: Patton is next in line for counselor of the Hebe cabin.

VIRGIL CAMDEN (16)

Son of Phobos, god of fear

Virgil has a sword made of stygian iron, with a hilt of onyx inlaid with amethysts.

Virge has brown hair, dyed purple, and actually tends to not wear much eye shadow, since the sweat from training can make it run.

He also straightens his hair but has Hobbit hair that only the other three have seen because he's kinda self-conscious about it, and each time was an accident. (Aww that might a cute fic idea. “3 times Virgil accidentally showed his curly hair and one time it was on purpose”. Might write that if y'all want, idk.)

Virgil is actually the tallest at 6’3” (190 cm) but is often so slouched he seems to be as tall as Logan if not shorter.

Virgil and his parents didn't even know he was a demigod, not until a satyr named Joan showed up at his doorstep on his 12th birthday.

So he shows up to camp for the summers although when everything at home becomes too much he is known to stay at camp for a week or two.

His family situation is okay, but it's pretty tense and that just overwhelms him sometimes.

Him and Roman didn't get along at first, Roman convinced he was the son of an “evil” god. Then the forest incident happened and Virgil realized maybe Roman wasn't the stuck up brat he seemed to be. They became friends and now Virgil is slowly falling in love. Curse those damn freckles.

Him and Logan get along pretty well and tend to hang out when everyone at camp is being a little too much. When they just need some practicality.

Patton is his best friend ever, they're totally bffs.

I think that's all I've got for now. Maybe I can expand on this to make it more of an au? I've hinted at the existence of Remus and Dee, I could add in Thomas, maybe I could write some fics? It's all up to y'all.

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godspeeddr · 4 years

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𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑯 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑫, 𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑱𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝒀...

nineteen souls plucked from normalcy gather ‘round a bonfire made in the middle of the houses - nineteen newly-awakened souls that would work as agents of the godly parents that came before them.

this journey would be long, arduous, and test their resolve to the very core. now, however, all that exists is the anxiety of what was to come.

suddenly, a roaring and rumbling is heard from behind house voithos - right south of the pegasi stables.

𝑨𝑵 𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹...

when the demigods arrive behind house voithos, they see... an anomaly most uncalled for. where an open field once was, now houses a grand building that almost looks like... a modern casino, complete with a bunch of neon and spotlights. how exactly they have this magical lighting is beyond mortal knowledge. despite that, you get the feeling that nothing but good times await those whom enter.

as the demis approach, they notice two figures - twin women with flaxen hair beckoning them forward. they’re lithe, ethereal, and beautiful as can be. where one has long, flowing hair, the other has a short bob, cut precisely at her shoulders.

"𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒, 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓?" "𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄, 𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄! 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!"

they giggle amongst themselves for a few moments before redirecting their attention to the demigods in front of them. for goddesses, they don’t seem very... god-like.

" 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐀, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐀. 𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐒, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐄!" "...𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋... 𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐖𝐎..." "𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑻 𝑼𝑷, 𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑬!! --- 𝐀𝐇-𝐇𝐄𝐌. 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐎𝐍!"

as they welcome the crew to the tychaeon, flashing lights and fireworks go off behind them, beckoning the demigods closer...

"𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒! 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. 𝐖𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃."

while you don’t think they’ll stick around forever, a look wouldn’t hurt. would it?

welcome to GODSPEED, players! as of now, we are officially open.

while tyche is visiting, they have imbued the encampment with good luck - sheltering the demigods from any and all attacks while also granting advantage on all rolls made.

on top of this, mods will be running gambling games throughout the event over discord for some extra drachmae. risk it all and win big! ...or stick with the penny slot machines. it’s your choice, after all.

this event starts 3/21 at 6:00PM PST and will end on 3/24 at 6:00PM PST.

while you may post starters within the tychaeon if you’d like, it is not required! it’s your average las vegas strip casino, complete with a bar that serves a number of ambrosia cocktails. let loose! be nasty!

#gsdrevent

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oskarwing · 4 years

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TUA Percy Jackson AU

Just me having the need to combine Fandoms. These are just my very chaotic thoughts in no order. Also I might write a fic to this one day...

Note: Even though I don’t mention it for everyone specifically just where it seems to fit because this post will be really long already they all have ADHD and dyslexia because that comes with being a demigod in the Percy Jackson universe.

Luther and Five were the first of the seven to come to Camp Half Blood Hill. They are children of Hephaestus and a male engineer.

Luther spend his earlier childhood trying to impress his human father by working hard in school and trying to get as good as him but the human Dad never quiet came over suddenly having to take care of two children that suddenly showed up in front of his door with a note from the dude he had dated for a while saying that those were their biological children.

At eight years old Five decided to run away and Luther couldn’t let him go alone.

Luther has their godly father’s craftsmanship talents which he mostly uses to build his model spaceships and sometimes trying to make more functional ones he also gets pretty good at sculpturing.

Five is good at building things too of course but he’s also one of the children of Hephaestus who have pyrokinesis-powers (I know that is super rare but ssshhhhh)

While they were running away from monsters Five lost control of his fire and he accidentally burned Luther who will always have scars from this and also restricted movement in his left hand (he is still good with building but it takes him a lot longer and he sometimes needs to ask Five for help)

While he was recovering he dreamed about Hephaestus and his father showed him his deformities and tried to make it easier for his son (I know gods generally don’t care but he can relate and also Luther is a tiny eight-year-old still at that point.)

Five obviously feels immense guilt over this. He was just scared and of the monsters and wanted to burn them like he did with some of the others but instead he got his twin!

He helps Luther as good as he can though. In the beginning when Luther still had a hard time he’d cut his food for him.

And nobody, not a soul, not anyone in the whole camp would ever dare to make fun of Luther. Not when his twin is standing behind him with eyes surprisingly icy for someone with fire powers.

They will try twice to go back home to their father.

Once when they are ten and want to maybe see if it was so bad after all.

And once when they are starting highschool and want to give normal life a shot.

The first time engineer human daddy made constant remarks about Luther’s scars. Both of how bad they looked and how it made him a little more clumsy because of how badly his left hand was burned.

He also like implied that he thought Five did it intentional. That was one of the few times Luther had to comfort Five while he was crying. Though he was crying too.

That stay didn’t last more than two days and they were on a bus back to camp.

The second time their human father was nicer. He had a new boyfriend and a dog and seemed genuinely apologetic. Though after how he had behaved neither of the twins accepted those apologies.

He didn’t know how to talk to them still.

There was too much between the three of them and it seemed awkward.

In the end it was a drakon attacking all of them that made the twins decide that this wasn’t their place.

Their father told them that he’d keep their rooms always ready for them to stay when he saw them off.

There weren’t any ‘I love you’s but that dog? The dog of the new boyfriend? She was a female dog and she had puppies in the time they were there. One of those dogs really loved Five.

And Five loved him.

And that’s the story how the Hephaestus-cabin got a tiny mascot named Mr Pennycrumb.

Klaus comes to the camp a year after the twins. He’s thirteen.

His godly parent is Hermes.

His mother had a big green VW trailer when he was little. One with which they traveled through the whole country staying wherever they seemed fit.

They lived in the back cuddled together on the bed. Klaus will still say that was the best time of his life.

It was also his mothers way of trying to protect him from monster. She hoped if they kept going they wouldn’t be to easy to find.

But then she got attacked and killed by a monster anyway and Klaus was handed through the foster system where he was also declared as crazy for how he described his mother’s death.

He went to countless therapists over the years.

Until he got found by a Satyr who brought him to camp.

He quickly joined in with the pranks some of his half-siblings did.

Also he became one of the children of Hermes who smuggle in all the good forbidden stuff the campers need and desire.

He’s quiet great at stealing as well.

Somehow he always gets Luther to build things for his pranks without Luther knowing what they are for.

“What do you need a pieform with a lever system that is remote controlled for?” “Oh, you know, I just wanted to give that harpy on the tree some pie and I can’t throw that high.” “Aw. That’s so nice of you!”

The pie ends up in the face of a surprised Ares-child.

Klaus is cackling in safe distance.

Since he has no other place to go he stays in the camp year round.

Third to join was Allison, only a few months after Klaus at age 15

She’s the daughter of Aphrodite and an artist.

Her father was bewitched by Aphrodite’s beauty and he has a portrait of her.

When she was little Allison spend hours in front of that portrait just staring at her mother.

Her father never once told her about her no matter how many questions she asked only one time when he told her he didn’t like to paint humans and she asked: “What about Mom then?” He answered: “Your mother is entirely different, Allie.”

Allison got handed from school to school. The schools claiming she was manipulative and somehow always got what she wanted and them only realizing what had happened after it was done.

Her father didn’t put her into therapy though. He just ask her to try her best to stop.

Allison didn’t really understand how she was doing it though. People just did what she wanted them to.

It’s charmspeak obviously.

When she was attacked by a Cyclops in school though her father thought it was time to get her to camp so she can learn to cope with her demi-godliness

But she mostly only goes in summer and spends her schoolyear with her Dad.

When Diego joins the camp at 14 a week and a bit after Allison he’s this angry boy always starting fights with anyone around him. So naturally everyone assumes he’s just a child of Ares.

But then he gets claimed and to the surprise of everyone... he is...

The son of Apollo.

Everyone’s like “That angry dude is supposed to go in a cabin full of sunshine people??”

And Diego is a little surprised too.

But he is very good at archery as it turns out.

And dancing! Apollo might be the god of music but you gotta know your way around rhythms if you want to be good at dancing!

His human parent actually is a ballet-dancer.

After she found out she was pregnant with Diego she moved in with her good friend Grace. The two of them fell in love before Diego was born.

Yep, Diego is raised by lesbians. Because I say so.

Grace is this friendly soft Mom we know but she’s also the one to teach Diego various martial arts.

Diego’s biological Mom is this no-funny business stern mother who on the other hand very much loves her son.

She just wants him to succeed in life and with her profession she just learned that you have to be tough to succeed.

Diego ended up in the camp because both of his moms got fed up with getting attacked by various greek monsters all the time.

Well fed up is kind of the wrong word but they wanted to make sure that Diego would be able to defend himself if he was ever in danger and Grace’s teaching don’t help him anymore.

So at the start of the summer they drive him down to camp.

He likes his siblings there.

Though he is concert of one Dave Katz who spends far too much time with that one Hermes kid that can never sit still and he’s not sure if he’s good for him.

Ben comes to camp half a year after Diego with a Satyr. He’s twelve and just radiates sadness seemingly.

Since he’s staying in the Hermes-cabin for a few days before he gets claimed Klaus tries to cheer him up a little with various dumb jokes.

He doesn’t laugh once. He does however ask for some books.

It turns out that he with help of his father worked through his severe dyslexia just to read the stories his father read to him himself

His father was a marine biologist and super dork.

Little Ben had this big book about different sea species he used to look through.

He also had one about different mythologies because his Dad was also super interested in that kind of stuff and wants his son to be informed all around.

He basically had books about anything and everything. And his father tried his best to answer any question he had and the questions he couldn’t answer he’d find someone else to answer.

Anyway you probably already know that Ben’s godly parent is Athena.

Surprise!

Once he gets claimed Klaus is like a little sad cause he started to feel really protective of him while he stayed in the Hermes cabin.

But he gets to see him every day anyway so it’s all good.

They still don’t know what’s going on with him though.

The Athena Cabin and Klaus try their best to find out why he’s so sad all the time.

It comes out during the mission he, Klaus and Diego go on.

On one of his research trips Ben’s father was attacked by Cetus. Ben was also on the trip but was able to safe himself though for a while it looked like he was about to drown.

His mother saved him however with a small boat that appeared under him.

As soon as he got to land it transformed into a tiny nutshell.

Ben has it with him at all times and that’s how he saves Diego and Klaus on that mission telling them that story.

Vanya is who Ben, Klaus and Diego are going on the mission for.

She is this ten-year-old girl in an elite boarding school who for some reasons despite trying her very best always gets in trouble.

The reason is constant monster attacks.

She’s pretty upset about that. She knows her human-father expects the very best from her. And so does she! She has to be the very best!

Her father is a conductor in a high-level orchestrate and he expects his daughter to be a lot better than ordinary.

The boys bring her to camp where she shows off her violin talent.

Diego kinda hopes that she’s an Apollo kid so he can keep an eye on her. Though he’s also somewhat scared of her.

She and Five are instant friends! They sit next to each other at the camp fire listening to the dumb stories Klaus tells or the great ones Allison acts out.

She gets claimed during capture the flag where she wins the flag (with the others help)

Her godly parent is Nike.

She’s a little scared when she sees what kind of overachievers her siblings are.

Sporty kids, Kids that are great at art or acting or school.

And she’s just little Vanya with her tiny violin and she couldn’t even make first chair in her school’s orchestra.

Soon she learns however that even though her siblings are highly competitive they are deep down very sweet.

She goes back to her father after the first summer ends but pretty soon comes back.

He told her what a disappointment she was.

Five and Luther have also returned from their Dad by then and they bond over shitty parents.

Klaus is also still there to lift the mood!

And Ben! He joins in with books he read.

None of them can wait for Diego and Allison to finally join them at the end of the school year.

#The Umbrella Academy #percy jackon and the olympians #crossover #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #though none of them are called hargreeves obviously #luther and five are twins

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