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donatellawritings · 7 months

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if you’re taking requests still .. what about latina!reader meeting older!rafes daughter and becoming friends with her and also fucking rafe behind her back 🫢

to put things quite simply: rafe cameron was relieved that his incessantly introverted daughter had finally made a friend. sure, it took her a little longer than expected, she’d remained to herself throughout the entirety of her early school years, but now she was nineteen years old, a freshman in college — and she’d finally made her first official friend. what struck rafe the most about his little girl’s new friend was how different you were from her, you actually put effort into your appearance — immaculately shiny and well kept hair, perfectly applied makeup that accentuated your already tantalizing features, and clothes that showed just enough of you that left rafe wanting more … much to his utter embarrassment and dismay. and god, he loved the way his name rolled off our your latin tongue.

he wasn’t exactly sure when his feelings for you developed, all he knew was it had about a year, since he kissed you for the first time. and now, he had you bent over the desk in his office, his thick cock ramming into your tight and warm wetness, while his wedding ring-clad finger, deliciously massaged your clit. he loved the way you smiled with gritted teeth as you took his entire length like the pillow princess you were. and, all it took was him cumming deep inside of you to realize that he had to keep you around, at all costs. his perked up ears didn’t miss the way you giggled, all cock-drunk at the ‘pop’ when his fat length slid out of your inviting pussy.

taking a moment to steady his breathing, rafe grinned like an idiot, pressing a kiss to your spine, as he softly patted the plush skin of your ass, earning a cute whine from you, “jesus christ, y’did so fuckin’ good, pretty girl,” rafe praised, his eyes hung low as you crouched down, spreading you soft ass cheeks, maintaining his smile at the sight of his cum slowly oozing out of your glistening hole. pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your butt-cheek, rafe stood up, watching as you straightened yourself up with slightly wobbly legs, “i want you to stay the night,” he spoke decidedly, licking over his lips as you spun on your heels, leaning back against his desk.

sinking your top teeth into the fat of your bottom lip, you stretched your swollen lips into a nodding smile, before you shrugged, “and i want you to leave your wife, papi,” you retorted, pulling your lips into a needy pout as rafe sighed, watching as you picked up the photo of rafe, his wife, and daughter that laid peacefully on the corner of his desk, “i guess we have to wait to get what we want, huh?” you forced a smile, placing the picture frame back into its rightful position on the desk, before swallowing thickly.

you cared deeply about rafe’s daughter, you saw how timid she was, how lonely she’d been prior to meeting you, and sure, it was pretty messed up that you’d been fucking her father and having a secret relationship, but you couldn’t control who your heart wanted — it just so happened to be the father of your best friend.

rafe wasn’t happy with his wife, he’d just so happened to become comfortable with their repetitive routine, and the the age gap between you two always rung in the back of his mind. he loved those secret rendezvous with you, whether he took you for a shopping day on the mainland, or managed to steal you away for a long weekend on some random resort, rafe loved when it was you two, away from the harsh reality that was his marriage and you being his daughter’s best friend.

“y’know it’s not that easy, baby — i can’t just fuckin’ get divorced because you want me to, she’s my daughter’s mother,” rafe spoke sternly, now standing directly in front of you, nudging your chin with the side of his index finger as you refused to look at him. with a sigh, rafe place his hands on either side of you, glancing up at you through hooded eyes, “c’mon, don’t be mad at me, princess, y’know i can’t take it,” he pouted playfully, his heart swelling just a bit as you struggled to bite back a smile, before your doe eyes fell on his. with a roll of your eyes, you sighed defeatedly.

deciding to table the conversation, for now, you pushed yourself up to sit on the desk, “i’m sticky, we should take a shower,” you hummed, pulling rafe in closer to you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. pressing a kiss to his neck, you playfully caught his chain between your teeth with a small laugh, “you’re sweaty,” you commented, pulling away as rafe captured your puffy lips into a warm kiss. letting out a soft moan, you wrapped your arms around rafe’s neck as you smiled into the kiss.

sealing the kiss with a peck to your lips, rafe chuckled breathily as he pulled away, a smirk on his face as you wiped his shiny lips with your thumb, “a’ight, let’s go shower, yeah? can’t have my pretty girl walking around all dirty,” he huffed, sliding an arm under the curve of your ass, lifting you onto his waist. with a knowing laugh, rafe smiled as his shirt became sticky from the cum that dripped out of your sensitive pussy, “y’fuckin’ leaking, mama,” he teased further, earning an embarrassed whine from you as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

pulling your head to face rafe, you couldn’t help but blush as he quickly stole a kiss from your parted lips, just as you were about to speak, “you’re the worst,” you spoke, causing rafe to hum dismissively as he walked backwards into the awaiting bathroom. the two of you completely oblivious to the sound of his wife’s car as it pulled into the driveway.

#anon #asks #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #obx imagine #obx #younger!reader

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thecluelessdoctor · 5 months

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explodes I made another TADC au

I've been thinking about various dance AUs and realized TADC didn't really have one so... yeah here.

Character profiles below

First is Jax. His major dance style his a hip-hop kinda style (with a bit of break dancing in there. He's a absolute menace as per usual, and he uses his music access for evil

Now we have ragatha. She primarily does ballet, and she's quite flexible. Her and Jax's dance styles contrast the most, and they don't really get along. It's hard for the duo to dance together.

Kinger. He mostly does walts or ballroom dance, or partner dancing. So would queenie before she abstracted. He doesn't dance as much anymore

Gangle usually imitates K-pop or j-pop. She also likes to learn dances from anime intros and trends

Pomni has a mixed dance style/ freestyle. Shes a bit shy while trying to dance

Caine even dances! He mostly does tango/salsa/ other latin based dances.

✨

Zooble doesn't dance like. Ever. With their changing (and removable) parts it's kinda hard to. And yk. They don't like to.

And Gummigoo would have a more country based dance style. Princess loolilalu does ballroom dancing

Hey. Please reblog I don't want this post to die, or this idea to be yoinked by a bigger blog :')

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strniohoeee · 20 days

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ahhh you’re my favorite writer!! can you write something about dad!matt please!! maybe something about the whole family going to the cape

Warm Summers

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Fourth of July Weekend calls for fireworks, barbecues and most importantly family. Matt, Y/N and their twins take a trip to the Cape for the holiday weekend☀️

Warnings⚠️: None, this one was kinda cute. Might make more dad Matt fics in the future 😌 to the person that requested this thank you for the support I LOVE YOUUUU😭🖤

Song for Imagine: Tell Me I’m Dreaming- Los Yesterdays

The star make diamonds

Upon your face

The moon smiles down

From outer space

“And the Princess was so so sad because she thought her Prince didn’t want to be with her. He said he was afraid that he would hurt her” I said as I slid the sock on my daughters foot

“No! Mommy… the Princess needs her Prince” She said getting sad

“But then on a rainy cold night the Princess sat in her room, crying and holding her pillow close to her chest. Oh how she wished her Prince would come back” I said as I finished slipping her sneakers on, scooting over to put the socks and sneakers on her twin sister

“And then what?” She practically screeched

“Suddenly a soaking wet Prince ran up her castle stairs and bursted into her room. He fell to his knees crying with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Begging the Princess to take him back and saying how foolish he had been. He said he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with her and to make her his Queen” I said watching as her and her sisters eyes lit up

“Did she take him back? Mommy please tell me she took him back” They both screeched as they clung onto their pink stuffed bunnies

“The Princess did! She got up and grabbed the Prince sooo tight and she kissed him” I replied

“Ewwww” they started scrunching their faces up as I laughed

“And they stood there hugging forever. And next thing you know they became King and Queen, they got married and had two twin girls” I replied as I smiled

“Twin girls? Like us!” They said as their eyes lit up

“Just like you both” I responded winking

“Mommy, is that a real story?” they asked

“Yes it is and your daddy was the stupid Prince who almost made the worst decision of his life” Matt suddenly spoke from the bedroom door frame

“DADDYYYYYY” they yelled as they jumped off their beds and into Matt’s embrace. Which caused me to smile

“Daddy you almost didn’t marry mommy? How could you? That’s so silly… she’s the best mama ever” Our daughter asked him

“I know daddy wasn’t so smart when he was younger. I’ll never forget that rainy night. You know that’s why your name is Lluvia. It’s Spanish for rainy season and you so happened to be born during a rainy season” Matt said kissing her on the forehead

“And what about me?” My other daughter asked him

“You’re Luna which is Latin for the moon, the night you both were born it happened to be a full moon and raining” I responded as I took Luna from Matt’s arm

“Mommy and Daddy are so cool” Lluvia squealed as she giggled

“We’re the coolest” I said winking at them

“Now who’s ready for that trip” Matt asked them as they started to jump around in our arms

“MEEEEE” they both yelled

We put them down and let them run down the stairs. Watching to make sure they got to the bottom we both let out a sigh.

Matt looked over at me and pulled me into a hug. Pulling back slightly I leaned in and planted a kiss to his lips.

“I can’t believe we’re 26 with a house and kids” I said reminiscing on our teenage years

Matt and I had been together since we were 18 and friends our whole life. It’s so crazy that this gross sticky boy I used to be neighbors with is the father of my kids and my husband….full circle moment

“Twins at that…. Want one more?” He asked me as he cocked an eyebrow

“With our luck I’d pop out another set of twins or even triplets” I said laughing as I grabbed the girls mini suitcases

“We’d have a herd of Sturniolos” he said giggling

“A herd is insanity, the girls are 4… so another one or two wouldn’t hurt” I said looking over at him

“Good thing we’re all going to be in separate rooms up in the Cod” he responded winking at me

“You are sickkk” I said smacking him playfully

Loading up the car we buckled the girls in. Matt and I’s family always went to Cape Cod during the summer months. It has been a tradition since before we were born. So naturally we thought now was the perfect time to start taking them.

Lucky for us Matt purchased a cabin out there near his parents and my parents so we’d be able to have family get togethers and always be around one another.

Given it was Fourth Of July weekend we thought it was perfect for a whole family get together.

Our hour and a half drive flew by as we spent most of it listening to Disney hits and stopping the girls from fighting with one another. They were just like Matt and his brothers.

We arrived after everyone and settled our stuff into our cabin. Taking the short walk over to his parents where everyone was at.

“Yooooo” Chris said as we walked out back to where everyone was sitting

“Hey guys” I said as I put the girls down

One ran to my mom and the other ran to Mary-Lou. As they hugged their grandparents I said hi to mine and my in laws.

“How was the ride out here?” Jimmy asked Matt

“Not too bad for holiday weekend to be honest” he said opening up the cooler and getting a juice pouch out for each of the girls

“Y/N how are you? Matt driving you crazy?” Justin asked me

“I’m good and honestly he’s been better” I said winking at Matt

Nick came over to play with the girls as I chatted with everyone.

“Okay but who’s the best uncle?” Chris asked Luna

“You both are” Luna said

“What? Not fair I’m better” he said crossing his arms over his chest

“I like Nick the best” Lluvia said as she hugged Nicks arm

“Only because he lets you do whatever you want” Chris said

“nuh uh” she said shaking her head

“Yuh huh” Chris said shaking his head

“He went from fighting with us like a child to fighting with our kids like a child” Matt said laughing

“You’re a meany uncle Chris” Lluvia said sticking her tongue out

“La La La La I can’t hear you” he said covering his ears and sticking his tongue out at her

“Will you quit being a child” Nick said smacking Chris

Giggling at them it was closer to dinner time. We all sat at the large table outside as we chatted.

The girls sat on my lap and Matt sat next to me. Turning our chairs towards each other Matt was feeding the girls while I ate.

Cutting up their hotdogs into bite size pieces he fed them as I held on to them. Wiping their mouth and giving them a sip of their waters

“Babe do you want the rest of my burger”I asked Matt

“Yeah, leave it there I’ll finish it” He said nodding his head

“All done” Matt said in his baby voice as the girls finished eating

“Grandma” Luna said as she began to slide out my arms

“You want to go with grandma” Matt asked her

She nodded her head and rubbed her eyes, anytime Mary Lou was around Luna had to lay on her and fall asleep. Lluvia reached out to my dad and so I gave her to him. Somehow within 10 minutes she landed in Justin’s arms and was dozing off.

Matt sat down and began to eat, standing up I headed over to the cooler and grabbed him a root beer. Opening it up for him I placed it next to his plate.

“Thank you baby” he responded winking at me

“You’re welcome, thank you for feeding them and letting me eat” I said blowing him a kiss

“Always my love” he said taking a sip of his soda

“It’s so funny to me watching you all grow up together. Sitting here at this table since birth and now two of our babies are married with babies” My mom said

“It’s so interesting to watch. I for sure thought Y/N hated all of them. I never imagined Matt and her to end up together” Justin said giggling

“I always thought yall had cooties and that’s why I never liked hanging out with you guys till we got older. I never thought Matt and I would need up together it’s so funny” I responded

“You guys just work so well together, I love you guys” Chris said reaching over and hugging Matt

Laughing at this we all finished our dinner. Having dessert with coffee as we watched the fireworks. The girls enjoy all the pretty colors.

We laid in the grass with the girls as we watched the fireworks. Reminiscing about our past.

We spent the rest of the weekend there jumping between houses for hangouts. And even getting alone time with Matt’s brothers as our parents took the kids. It was beautiful and peaceful, and I loved Matt and the girls with all my heart…

The End

Idk how I feel about this, but I hope you enjoyed it!!!! Can't wait to post more akekekek. Love yall dearly I’m almost at 2,640 followers which is insanity to me. Thank you sooo much🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo imagines

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adrienneleclerc · 5 months

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Hey there I was wondering if you could write for Henry Cavill and can it be something like y/n is kind of a newly famous younger singer and is on the Graham Norton Show with Henry and you know he’s always kind of been objectified which kind of makes me sad so maybe Graham mentions that y/n is a fan of Henry and he assume it’s mostly about his looks but y/n asks Henry about gaming and stuff like War Hammer and stuff and he’s really happy that it’s not just a bout his looks and it’s a cute moment as they bond about that stuff and maybe turns a little flirty. Hope that makes sense x

This is so cute! I have watched some Graham Norton interviews with Henry Cavill and I have looked up about War Hammer to make it as accurate as possible, Y/N will be 28, I believe that age gap is good, 12 year age gap like my parents’, hope you like it! Like always, it will be Hispanic Reader because you didn’t clarify ☺️

Nerds in Love

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Henry Cavill and Y/N bond over their love for Warhammer and World of Warcraft in the most unlikely place.

Warning: no warnings.

A/N: im sorry if I keep mentioning Eiza González in my Henry Cavill fanfics but she is literally the only Latina that can be linked to him, the only other Latina is technically Shakira and I don’t think they even talked. Also, I LOVE Becky G so she will ALWAYS be like a reference when it comes to outfits or songs when writing about “singer! Reader”

Y/N was in the recording booth, recording her new song.

“Soy muy buena niña, 100 de calificación, tengo todo bien resuelto, vivo chill de vacación, cerveza, billar, dados, tacos son mi tradición, pero tú eres idiota.” Y/N sang but her manager made a signal to stop and the backing track stopped, Y/N took off her headphones. “What’s going on? I thought it was sounding really good.” Y/N got out of the booth.

“It was, it really was, my dear, but I got a call and Graham Norton wants you on his show as his musical guest.” Y/N manager, Milagros, said. Y/N got a water bottle out of the mini fridge by the soundboard.

“Graham Norton? I didn’t think I was popular enough with the UK crowd, I just started.” Y/N said, drinking water.

“Your song was in a movie, you gained a lot of fans from that. Plus, you’d be surprised how many Europeans LOVE Latinas. Would you be interested? He wants you in 2 weeks.” Milagros said

“I don’t know if I can, I don’t even watch the show.” Y/N said.

“Well, i thought you’d be interested since Henry Cavill will be one the guests.” Milagros said, she turned to leave the studio.

“In 2 weeks, right?” Y/N asked.

“Yes! Okay so Henry Cavill will be there with Eiza González, and Henry Goulding. I’m gonna make the call, continue recording, this song is going to be a hit, I know it.” Milagros walked away to make the call.

“Okay compa, do we start from the top?” Y/N asked, stepping into the booth.

“Yes, that would be preferable.” The music producer said.

Y/N was backstage getting her makeup done.

“Oh my god, I’m so nervous. I’ve seen what people have said about Renee Rapp and how she has no media training, these people will rip me to shreds.” Y/N began to panic to Milagros.

“A ver, mi niña, cálmate, You’re going to be great, you’re going to sing your heart out, sit with the Henries and Eiza, and answer some questions that Graham might have about your musical journey. You’ve been working for this, you’ll be great.” Milagros said. Y/N was wearing a decent performance outfit that’s also TV appropriate.

“And welcoming the Latin Pop Princess of the moment, here’s Y/N L/N singing her hit, ‘Arranca’” Graham announced and Y/N walk out on stage wearing this.

She sang her song and everyone applauded. Y/N walked over to sit next to Henry Goulding.

“Y/N, that was a spectacular performance, honestly.” Graham complimented her.

“Oh thank you, I was very nervous, this is my first TV appearance.” Y/N responded.

“Does not seem like it. I’ve heard that you are a big fan of Henry Cavill.” Graham said.

“Oh yes, I really am.” Y/N responded, nodding her head excitedly.

“Are you a fan of his shirtless movie scenes?” Graham asked and Y/N laughed a little before catching a glimpse of Henry who looked a little uncomfortable with Graham’s question.

“No actually, I became a fan of his when I discovered that he’s into Warhammer as well.” Y/N replied and Henry looked at her.

“Really?” Henry asked.

“Yes! I’ve collected quite a few, sometimes I just don’t have the time to paint all of them so there are a few figurines left untouched.” Y/N said.

“Whenever you finish painting, we should play together sometime.” Henry said.

“I’d like that a lot actually, it’s a dream come true to okay Warhammer with the great Henry Cavill, are you kidding?” Y/N said and there a few laughs.

“So Y/N, you’re still new to the industry, only being signed for what, 5 months? How did you get discovered?” Graham asked

“Well, my friend was holding this fundraiser because she runs that performing arts school in New York, the one Timothee Chalamet went too…” Y/N started and there were cheers in the crowd. “Yeah, Timothee is popular, anyway, she needed to replace a performer who got sick, she knows I sing, so instead of playing world of Warcraft that night, I was singing on stage and this woman, who is now my manager, came up to me with this tall guy and said I had a really great voice and if I was interested in becoming a singer.” Y/N said.

The last 6 minutes of the show was just Y/N answering questions because she is new to the industry. When the show finished, Y/N was walking backstage when she felt someone touch her shoulder. She turned around and saw Henry.

“You play world of Warcraft too?” Henry asked.

“Yeah, I do. Along with The Witcher, it’s actually the reason why I became a fan of you. I know I said it with Graham, but it’s awesome that there’s a celebrity with the same hobbies as me, you know? Besides, it’s fun to surprise people who only see me as a pretty face.” Y/N said.

“Yes, I feel the same way, a lot of people see my body and they become a fab of me because they think I’m hot.” Henry said.

“I mean you are hot, but you are so much more than that.” Y/N said

“What do you feel about getting dinner with me right now?” Henry asked. Y/N looked down at her outfit.

“Let me change and I’ll let Milagros know.” Y/N said.

“I’ll wait for you outside the door so we can leave together.” Henry said and Y/N went to her dressing room and told Milagros everything.

“Ay mija, Im so excited for you. Have fun, tell me everything.” Milagros said, giving Y/N her change of clothes.

Y/N walked out and saw Henry on his phone. He looked up as soon as he heard the door open and close.

“You look great. Let’s go.” Henry said, holding out his arm so Y/N could hold on as they started walking out of the studio.

The End

I hope you like it! I was thinking of a part 2 where Henry and Y/N are on the show again and Y/N sings “So American” and they just talk about their relationship. If you think that’s a good idea that is

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that-irishman-fan · 8 months

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night at the museum jedtavius as dads to a daughter headcanons!

[ Full credit to the owners of the GIF and Night At The Museum, none of these characters are mine in any way! ]

FANDOM: Night At The Museum, 2006

GENRE: Headcanons, parenting au, LGBTQIA+, and fluff!

SYNOPSIS: What's its like being the daughter of Jedidiah and Octavius!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Female coded reader, angst at some parts, and minor swearing, this is meant to be fluffy!

Notes: I started these headcanons with a daughter/female reader in mind, since that's how the idea popped into my head—but I am already planning out two other parts for a son/male coded reader and for a gender neutral set in the future. I realize it would be unfair to not follow up with similar ones, since I understand my audience is absolutely not exclusively women. So, keep a watch for parts two and three to come soon!

I also want to note quickly that there will be some worldbuilding sections I've included—just adding in some extra exhibits we don't see in the first movie as a sort of behind the scenes slash for plot thing. With that said, let's dive right in!

• Let's start by establishing your role in this situation. You'd be one of the full sized models on display, much like Teddy Roosevelt and Sacagawea ( take your choice as to what historical period, it doesn't really make a difference ). You arrived a while ago as a part of a brand new exhibit meant to reignite interest in the museum. Discombobulated, frightened, and frankly lonely, you searched for friends in this strange new place. It ended up being Jedidiah, the cowboy, and Octavius, the Roman general. Both were already lovers when you came around.

• Jedidiah and Octavius wanted to try their hand at raising kids together. But because of their plight of being tiny models, they'd given up on it. Your arrival was a dream come true. You three quickly had a found family dynamic, and sure enough they took you in as their daughter. You are perfect in their eyes in every way, an answer to all their prayers.

• They'd be your gay dads, with Teddy as a grandfather, Ahkmenrah an older brother, Sacagawea a mother figure, Attila the cool uncle, and all the others your friends. Soon, you found your place amongst the others.

• Both have their own pet names for you. Jedidiah calls you little lady, missy, and pumpkin. Octavius calls you mea columba ( my dove in Latin, since I have two years of it under my belt ), darling, and my princess. You call them by their actual names, or 'daddy' for Jed and 'father' for Octavius.

• I like to think they'd put emphasis on immersing you in their respective cultures. Giving you the best of both worlds, the Wild West and the Roman Empire.

• Jedidiah would show you all the classic cowboy staples— gunfights, rodeo, catching robbers, and playing songs by the campfire. You love it when he dazzles you with stories of outlaws, broncos, and especially cowgirls.

• Octavius would let you watch his army train, teaching you military strategy; not only that, but also attending senate meetings, participating in banquets, and telling you Roman myths and legends. If you gave your best shot at any of it, they'd be so proud of you. Just having your interest is reward enough, but if you actually did it yourself? They might just die of happiness right on the spot.

• Your dads love to hear about anything and everything that you're passionate about too! Please talk to them about whatever makes you excited, and they'll be as enthusiastic as you. They make a point to be interested since you try so hard for them.

• I get the vibe that Jedtavius are more free range parents in the sense that you're allowed to go anywhere in the museum you like. Outside is off limits, of course, which you understand. However, they are old fashioned. Not to the point of chaperoning, but cautious regardless. Jedidiah and Octavius are believers in women being treated with the utmost respect, they're very chivalrous. As such, they'll be on top of things to make sure you don't get hurt. With that said, they trust you to be responsible in your own right. They're just protective, you're their sweet baby girl after all. And God forbid anyone dare to lay a finger on you the wrong way.

• When morning comes, its hard for you to return to your place. You feel empty, almost lost, knowing you'll be gawked at come daylight. By yourself without them there. Sometimes, this can bubble up into small episodes. You'll feel resentful, crying bitter tears at times or just angry on others. Jedidiah and Octavius wouldn't leave your side until you were calm, both comforting you without a hint of judgment.

• " Aw, pumpkin, don't cry. S'alright, yer Daddy ain't goin' nowhere. We'll be right back where ya found us, ya hear? " Jedidiah would coo to you.

• " No more tears, fear not. It will pass once again as it always does. Our brave girl, my little princess. " Octavius would add on, gentle as his husband.

• Every night, the minute you'd come to life, you'd run as fast as you could to the Diorama Room to be reunited with them. They're your haven, your home, your safety net. After long days of noisy crowds and superficial cares, you're revitalized in their presence. And Jedidiah and Octavius are delighted to see you again, the hole in their hearts filled when your face appears.

• On to happier things now. Jedtavius are always ready to shower you in affection. I feel Jedidiah is the gruff type, his love language being praise, affirmations, and encouragement over physical gestures. Octavius is the opposite, being very tactile. For him, it's offering you hugs, soft touches, and gentle kisses. It's really ironic considering these guys are warriors in their own ways. Two macho men who are such softies for you.

• If you don't like physical contact, though, they respect that boundary completely. They're both so loving and supportive that you never have to worry about feeling neglected.

• The size difference poses an issue. You three have learned to work around it through trial and error. They may be small, but they have big hearts and an endless amount of love to give. You're definitely their soft spots, one could say weaknesses, but they have no shame over it. Not when it's you.

• I can imagine them being saddened by your insecurities, not able to understand why you don't see how special you are. It's not disappointment at you, rather pity for you. And they're quick to reassure you, genuine in every possible sense of the word.

• " Why's our precious lil' Y/N so down in the dumps? Ya know I hate seein' a frown on that dad gum pretty face of yers. Talk to us, why're ya beatin' up on yerself so hard? " Jedidiah would say, sitting you down in front of his diorama. At your shoulder level, he'd stand next to you, putting a tiny hand on your cheek.

• And you'd tell them everything on your mind. All the things bothering you. Neither of them would interrupt you once, letting you speak. Nor would they try to discount any of your feelings. But it does pain them to see you so sad.

• " We would not lie to you, daughter. When I say you are fairer than Venus, cleverer than Minerva, and braver than Diana, I mean it. For you are beautiful, you are intelligent, and you are strong. Most of all, you are you, as you are meant to be. " Octavius would tell you, his dark eyes adoring. His lips would touch your hand as if to further make his point.

• " And yer our girl no matter what. Yer daddy and yer father love ya, missy, even when ya go gettin' yerself into trouble. We wouldn't want nobody else as our daughter, yer all we could ever ask for. " Jedidiah would grin, patting you on your shoulder.

• Okay, now onto the stuff relatively separate from Jedtavius. In your free time when you're not hanging out with your dads, you get into plenty of mischief on your own with your fellow museum residents.

• Playing with Dexter and Rex in the Hall of African Mammals, surrounded by the jungle setting. The lions, elephant, gazelles, ostrich, and zebras don't mind you for some reason, and they're quite tame around you. You like to climb the display trees, cuddling with the snakes or swinging around with the monkeys. And playing fetch with Rex in the front lobby is always fun too.

• Teddy would take you on hunts, throwing you on the back of his horse. If you really wanted to, he'd even teach you to ride. Jedidiah was enormously proud when you showed up in the Diorama Room like an equestrian show rider.

• Sacagawea and you communicate through sign language. She likes to tell you many stories of her travels with Lewis and Clark, as well as legends from her own culture. You intently listen to each one, always raptured by the brilliant way she breathes life into the old tales.

• One time you tried to help the Neanderthals light their fire. It wasn't successful, but they welcomed you as a member of their family. You don't understand most of what they say, though you're always kind to them.

• Attila would teach you swordfighting, passing down all his wisdom as a master warrior. You two love to spar, often quite viciously to the point that Larry Daley has to tell you two to knock it off before you lop off each other's heads. Both you and Attila would be fascinated by magic tricks too, eager for Larry to show you a new one every shift he takes.

• Before he released Ahkmenrah from his sarcophagus prison, you made an effort to visit the pharaoh so he wasn't lonely. You two chatted well into the night about whatever came to mind; but you had a penchant for stories of his past in Ancient Egypt. You two have a platonic relationship characterized by him being wiser, more experienced, and far more worldly than you, your big brother who you've got wrapped around your finger.

• You also like to hang out in the other exhibits too. Watching the blue whale float idly in the Marine Room, singing its beautiful songs and you doing the same for it. You've danced to many a sea shanty with the model pirates, the favorite of Captain Blackbeard. The Kushite kings, Babylonian priests, Celtic bards, noble samurai, and Viking chieftains also enjoy your company, fascinated by your wits and amicable nature.

• I headcanon that the models can hear and see their surroundings during the day, they just can't interact with them in their frozen states. You've seen thousands of faces before in all your years in the museum, but the one you always like to see is that of Dr. McPhee, the curator. He's fussy, arrogant, and pompous from what you've heard, but you couldn't help your crush on him. You wished to get to know him more. For him to see you.

• Overall, life is fantastic for you in the museum. You've got Jedidiah and Octavius, all your friends, and a great big world in one small place to call your own.

Well, that's all I've got for right now! I hope I've done this justice. It was such a cool idea, and I couldn't resist dropping everything to jot down my thoughts on it. Once again, I am planning two other parts so as to be more inclusive to my fellow menfolk and out of the binary peeps! If you want to be included in a tag list for anything Night At The Museum or my other content, please drop a comment, and I'll add you from now on! Please have a fantastic rest of your week, and thank you SO much for all your likes, reblogs, comments, and interactions. It means the world to me!

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ggukkiedae · 6 months

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BTS MIYA Kicks Off Her Solo Comeback With Exciting News

7:30PM || March 21, 2024

MIYA talks about her future plans during her comeback showcase!

MIYA dropped the album's pre-release single 'SHHH!' on February 14 as a sample for 'REPPIN'". Since then, ARMYs have excitedly waited for the album's release.

'REPPIN'" is an album that MIYA describes to be one that boosts the feeling of self-confidence while taking inspiration from people she sees as 'girl bosses'. Her examples include Beyonce, Marvel's Natasha Romanoff, Ocean's 8 Debby Ocean, Hotel Del Luna's Jang Man Wol, and Little Mix among many others.

The full-length album came out 6PM today, but Bangtan's Princess held a showcase for the press and a number of ARMYs at 1PM where she performed her title track 'DRAMA' and two b-sides as well ('bloodline' and 'whistle') as talked about her tracks, as we'll write at the end of the article.

Alongside her album release, MIYA released news of a tour this year, starting off in June. She noted that the tour "was actually supposed to be announced tomorrow, but I'm already here. I'll leave the details for the poster, but I'll be going on my first solo tour later this year, and I'm definitely going to focus on performing more recent songs! See you all in June!"

ARMYs flooded to the internet with the news, both excited over the new music as well as the possibility of seeing MIYA perform old songs again as well as other songs she had never performed before.

Are you excited for MIYA's tour? Read below to get a glimpse of what to expect from it from MIYA herself:

MY HOUSE (only until 2:03): "I wanted to open the album with something empowering that boosts that feeling of self-confidence and independence, you know? Also something that feels like pride for representing you and what's yours."

DRAMA: "This is the album's title track and one out of the four songs in Korean on the album. I'd like to say, like its title, it gives off a dramatic vibe in a way that practically screams 'main character energy'."

bloodline: "Writing 'bloodline', i tried to tap into the mindset of a girl breaking free from a toxic relationship. Of course, it isn't something I personally experienced in terms of romance because we all know how sweet and amazing my boyfriend is, but I pulled this a bit from when I got emancipated from my biological birthgivers. Only a little bit. Just the resentment."

egotistic: "I'd say that 'egotistic' falls along similar lines to 'bloodline' in terms of freeing and self/confidence. It has a more Latin pop vibe that I definitely have been dabbling in alongside other genres over my hiatus."

bet u wanna: "If there were one song on this album that would make you more confident when talking to a guy you like, I would think 'bet u wanna' is that song. Enough said, I think that pretty much speaks for itself."

got her own (with TXT Seri): "Seri was with me almost the whole time I worked on 'got her own'! She was really excited to work on something that celebrates female independene and just overall self-sufficiency, and I'd like to think we made a good anthem just for that."

grl gvng: "This is like a song I made with a bunch of my closest friends in the industry. I think namely NCT's Hannah unnie, TXT's Seri, Enhypen's Ari, Aespa's Ningning, Red Velvet's Yeri unnie, and Le Sserafim's Yunjin. These girls are some of the strongest I know."

shhh!: "You guys already know 'shhh!'. You wouldn't expect the album from the pre-release single, would you? Yes, I absolutely enjoyed the more mature concepts I did recently, so I carried it over with this in a more playful manner that shows certainty in one's own desires."

princess diana (with NCT Hannah): "Princess Diana was an icon in her time, and obviously Hannah unnie and I both grew up in England for a time hearing stories of her. This song was kind of us channeling her iconicness in a... not as elegant manner."

b.i.t.c.h.: "I know it's still a shock for many to see me include curses in my music, but I don't care. That's this song, you know? Taking the reigns of my own life because people will always talk, so I don't need to waste time trying to appease everyone at the cost of losing myself. It was a lesson hard learned."

whistle: "This is the last of the Korean songs on this album. Like the others, it's very self-confidence based with the more alluring calmer vibes. It's a song I particularly enjoy performing just because the choreography feels playful and upbeat."

7 rings: "The album closes with '7 rings'. We can't have a woman empowerment album without at least one manifesting song, right? This is the trap song to play when you're getting ready for a girl's night in the bathroom to hype yourself up."

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phykios · 9 months

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If I Were A Blackbird, part 13 [co-written with @darkmagyk] [read on ao3]

It had been two years, and still the words were burned in her mind:

Wisdom's daughter walks alone,

The Mark of Athena burns through Rome.

She had had the first part on a piece of paper, crumpled and worn for two years, as she held it in anxious hands and tried to figure out what it all meant.

May Castellan had said the second part to her, whispered it in her sing-songy voice the first time Percy had introduced her. "The mark of Athena burns through Rome." Then Luke had handed her the second part, a furtive message from a secret oracle disguised as a note from his mother.

To his credit, as a mortal, there was no way he could have foreseen how it would have made her lose her mind.

Before she had met May Castellan, all she had had to guide her in her quest had been an old, dusty legend, scattered across extant manuscripts all over the world. It had taken years to piece them together, carving out time between her classwork and her family duties to pop into some of the world’s biggest libraries to poke around their archives. Sure, obscure texts by Greek and Latin authors didn’t necessarily fit into her thesis on the perils of weaponized philanthropy, but was the Vatican Apostolic Library really going to turn down a request from a princess, even if said request wasn’t really related to theological history either?

No, they weren’t. And so, piece by piece, she reconstructed the story: long ago, as the Romans swept across the Greek world, something had been stolen from her mother. Something huge, and incredibly important. It was taken, and it was hidden away, somewhere in Rome.

Now, every few months, Annabeth found herself in Italy, trying desperately to find her mother's mark, and what it was supposed to be burning. And failing, each time.

She had combed every inch of this city that she was allowed to, several that she wasn't, and several more which would have gotten her into hot water, princess or no. But it wasn't in the Colosseum, and it wasn't in the Pantheon. It wasn't in any of the relatively newer places, like the Trevi Fountain (yuck, Poseidon) or the Vatican (yuck, Catholicism). She had walked up and down the Appian Way, descended into the buried tomb of Cestius, and even snuck into the Farnesina after dark (yuck, fascist architecture)–and still, nothing.

She was running out of places to check, even armed with her hat.

Rather than let her most recent failures get her down, however, she decided to take advantage of her surroundings, grab some gelato, and settle down at a cafe on the banks of the Tiber River.

She’d ditched Hans at her hotel. He probably knew she was gone by now, he wasn’t stupid. But she’d been crisscrossing the city so much, he probably wasn’t on the way to waylay her just yet.

She had on a Yankees hat and big sunglasses. And though her public profile had raised quite a bit in the last several years, between her father’s ascension and her very public romance, she wasn’t super worried. Without Percy being the hot one, or too many jewels on her person, or a sash or whatever, she wasn’t likely to be spotted.

The sun was bright, and would have blinded her, were it not for the shadow of the Fabrician Bridge blunting its intensity. As the only bridge in Rome built by a son of Athena, it was also the only bridge which had survived intact to the modern period. She always loved coming here after a long, unfruitful search–it felt like the single place she could be comfortable in Rome, a little Greek oasis in the middle of a harsh, Roman landscape.

There was a nice breeze off the river, gently fluttering the leaves on the trees of the Tiber Island, playing with the ends of her curls. She’d been tossing around the idea of cutting her hair again, Percy had really liked playing with the bob she’d had for several months last year. She hadn’t though, because–not to get ahead of herself–she was pretty sure she was going to be having a wedding in the next year, and so she should probably hold off until afterwards.

On most days, to her mind, it was just shy of an inevitability. She sometimes got worried, got bogged down by what ifs and that big scary secret. But she was pretty damn sure she was marrying Percy Jackson.

And she had ideas about what her hair would look like. And her dress. What tiara she’d wear. What flowers she’d choose.

Where they’d go on their honeymoon.

Gods, she wished he was here.

It was so easy, as she sat by the Tiber, to pretend that he was. That instead of combing the city looking for a monster, they could eat pizza and gelato, see the sights, and just bask in each other. They could explore the city like they were Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck. But with a happier ending. And with no deception.

Soon. Soon she would lay all her cards on the table. And soon it would be alright.

So lost in her wonderful daydream, it took her a split second to notice the Vespa which had pulled up alongside her table. It was an old-fashioned model, baby blue, bright even against the perfect blue Italian sky. On the scooter was a couple: the driver, handsome, with a gray suit, and his partner, a petite woman with a sharp bob and thick, dark eyebrows.

“You’re here early,” said the man, in his deep voice.

Annabeth blinked, mouth hanging open.

Had she accidentally manifested her daydreams? Uh, again?

Sensing her thoughts, the woman laughed. “No, dear, I’m afraid you’ve mistaken us for someone else. My name is Rhea Silvia, mother of Rome.”

Oh gods. A god.

“And this is my husband–”

“Tiberinus,” said Gregory Peck, reaching out his hand.

“God of the Tiber?” she guessed, gingerly shaking it. Oh gods. Two gods.

“Indeed. And we know who you are. Yet another child of Athena, seeking the highest honor she can bestow.”

She stiffened. As carefully as she could, she slipped her hand closer to her knife, holstered beneath her shirt. “How do you know who I am?”

But Audrey–uh, Rhea–just smiled at her, that perfect, movie star mouth gracefully curving upwards, eyes sparkling. “Well,” she said, gesturing towards the view of the bridge. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Annabeth successfully pushed down her blush.

“Fear not, child, we mean you no harm today. We’re merely curious, is all.”

“...About what?”

“Well, like my husband said, you’re here early. Or possibly late. It’s hard to keep these things straight, sometimes.”

Annabeth frowned. “Early… for what?”

They tittered at her, not unkindly, but Annabeth still felt her face heat up. “If you have to ask,” said Tiberinus, “then you really are too early.”

“And alone,” Rhea added. “Where is your champion?”

“My champion?” She really hated being on the back foot.

“Yes, dear, your champion.” Rhea smiled again, and this time it was patronizing. “Perhaps you should come back later. Maybe… in a year or so?”

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, centering herself before she flew off the handle and attacked the pair of gods for being deliberately obtuse. If she lost her cool every time a god annoyed her, she would have been vaporized a long time ago. “I’m sorry,” she said, as evenly as she could muster, “I’m not sure I understand. What am I supposed to be early for?”

“Or late for,” Tiberinus pointed out. Annabeth did her best to grind her teeth as quietly as possible.

“Late, early, whichever it is,” said Rhea, waving an elegant hand, “now is clearly not the right time. No champion, no documents–you’ll just have to come back.”

“Great,” she sighed. “I’ll just pencil in a bimonthly trip to Rome, then. Helen will love that.”

The two gods peered at her, unmovingly. Clearly sarcasm was not a useful tool with these guys.

Biting back another sigh, she plastered on her best princess smile–polite, accommodating, and just a little bit vacuous. “Okay. I promise that I will come back to Rome.”

“With your champion!” Rhea chirped.

Annabeth nodded, face straining. “With my champion. Which is, uh, who, again?”

“Why, your friend with the sea-blood!” she said, as though that cleared everything up. “He will be a great boon to you in the coming years. Keep him close, dear, and keep him ready.”

Sea-blood. Her friend with the sea-blood. Who could that be?

Wait–they had said–“You’ve met other children of Athena before?”

“Well, of course!” Tiberinus nodded, like it was no big deal. “Her chosen are all drawn to this place, naturally. But you,” he said, pointing a finger at her, “you have certainly come the closest to your prize. I can see what your mother sees in you.”

Her mouth dropped open, a fire brewing in her belly.

Tiberinus smiled at her, the same slanted grin, full of trouble, that had completely entranced her when she was thirteen. And again at twenty-five. “Well,” he said. “Until next time, wisdom’s daughter.”

He revved the engine of his scooter, and Rhea settled back into her seat, wrapping her arms about his waist. With a dainty laugh, she wiggled her fingers at Annabeth with all of Audrey’s perfect grace but none of her charm, and the two gods sped off, following the length of the river Tiber, until they passed the Fabrician Bridge and rounded the corner, out of Annabeth’s sight.

Now out of danger, she collapsed into her seat, running her hands over her face. Her heart suddenly started racing, delayed adrenaline coursing through her body.

You’d think after years of randomly running into gods, she’d be used to the feelings of terror by now.

At least they had been nice. Or, if not nice, then not overtly hostile.

And they had even been kind of helpful, in their own, annoying way.

She was supposed to be here, but there were a few things she needed first before she came back. Documents, whatever the hell that meant. And a champion. Her “friend with the sea-blood.”

Maybe they meant Hans? A bodyguard could sort of maybe be the modern version of a champion. And he was a legacy of Njord, so technically, he did have sea-blood. Kind of. A little bit. It wasn’t exact, but it did fit him, from a certain point of view, and maybe even well enough to satisfy Tiberinus and Rhea’s conditions.

Her hands slipped off her face, and her mind began to wander again.

“Sea-blood.” Honestly, she had no idea what that meant. But for whatever reason, it made her think of Percy. He spent so much time in the water, he might as well have ocean in his veins anyway.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Percy wasn’t her champion, she just missed him, and that was why she was thinking about him.

Gods, she hated Rome. The gods that were just different enough to make the sameness rendered alien. Dismissing of Athena as the warrior she was. And then the ancient empire got itself subsumed by Christianity.

She wondered whatever became of the statue they stole from her mother. She glanced around. She knew enough about archaeology to know that Rome, like most ancient cities, was built on top of itself. Could there really be a glowing gold statue of Athena, somewhere beneath the modern city?

From her pocket, her phone buzzed, bringing her back to the real world. To her scheduled appearances and her professional obligations. To the next problem she had to deal with.

But still, there was some light at the end of the tunnel. She now had more answers for her quest than she had before. And, in just over a month, she was going back to the Olympics.

***

Panting, Percy sat down on the stone stairs with a solid thud, dropping his head to his knees, just barely keeping himself from sitting on the plastic bag which contained his offering. Sweat poured from his forehead, his hair sticking to his ears and neck, and his chest heaved as he panted, his lungs sucking in as much air as his body could possibly handle.

Athens had everything–incredible views, delicious food, more ancient ruins than you could shake a stick at, and hills. So. Many. Damn. Hills. The entire city undulated, rippling beneath the weight of its history, and he felt it in every godsdamned step up to the top of this godsdamned hill. Which was on top of another godsdamned hill!

He was an Olympic athlete, for fucks’ sake! He was in peak physical condition! He shouldn’t be getting his ass kicked by a stupid mountain!

Next to him, a Greek woman breezed past him up the steps as she chatted to someone on her phone, effortlessly ascending the mountain in her four-inch stilettos, a designer bag perched delicately on her arm, her white skirt flapping gracefully in the afternoon breeze.

With a groan, he shoved himself up from his seat, wiped his forehead with his shirt, and continued moving upwards.

He should have just cut his losses and taken the stupid cable car to the top of Lycabettus. But then Hera would probably be mad that he hadn’t done it the “traditional way” or some shit, and he wanted Hera on his side right now.

Eventually, finally, he crossed the final step, and he staggered towards the wall, bending over at the waist as he gripped the stone lip. Tourists milled around him, their voices drowned out by the roaring of blood in his ears as he struggled to regain his composure. Again–he was an Olympian. Twice over. Literally. This was pathetic.

Closing his eyes, he held his breath, suppressing the instant cough that tried to burst through. It was a trick that Chiron had taught him when he was a kid–he just had to slow his heartbeat, and his breathing would follow. His buddy Jason had told him he did a similar trick to calm down after a sprint. It was nice to know that the technique worked equally well for both mortals and demigods. And after a while, his breathing did slow, and his heart stopped trying to explode out of his chest. However, that just meant that he was ever more acutely aware of his stomach, tight with nerves.

And this wasn’t even the last stop on his little pre-games tour.

Slipping around the crowds of tourists, he made his way over to the little white church at the top of the hill, dodging selfie sticks and stuffed backpacks, until he reached a short, black-iron gate. Stopping quickly to scratch the ears of the tabby cat who lounged in front, he slipped through the gate, making his way through the slightly overgrown garden, until he reached the mouth of a cave, hidden from mortal eyes.

He was surprised neither Nico nor Hazel hadn’t known about the shrine. Underground was generally their area of expertise, especially Hazel, but Percy had only heard about this place from Luke, who had heard it from one of his half-siblings, who had wanted to marry his girl there. Presumably, said girl was also a demigod, because who else would want to get married at an ancient shrine to Hera?

Not Percy, anyway. Besides, he had a feeling that his wedding, whenever it was, would be held in a certain cathedral in a certain Nordic city.

Still, it probably wouldn’t hurt to put in an offering to the goddess of marriage.

Despite the size of the cave, the shrine was fairly small. Presumably it had been much bigger in ancient times. Encircled by columns in various states of decay, in the center of the chamber, an eternal flame still flickered, resting atop an unblemished table made of ivory and gold. Behind, the chryselephantine cult statue of Hera stood, as tall and imperious as always. (Percy had met her once, when he was tasked with rescuing a sacred bird. As the child of a broken marriage vow, Percy got the sense that he wasn’t her favorite person.)

From the plastic bag, he withdrew a red, paper box, honey already leaking out from the bottom. Resisting the urge to lick his fingers, he opened the lid, revealing twelve sticky dough balls from the best loukoumades place in Athens. And he would know. He’d eaten plenty of them.

There really was no script for this sort of thing, so Percy just decided to speak from the heart. “Lady Hera,” he said, presenting the box, “I come to ask for your blessing for my upcoming wedding.”

The fire seemed to respond to the food, the smoke almost grasping for it with blurry, spectral fingers.

Perhaps he was jumping the gun a little bit. He hadn’t even asked Annabeth yet. But he might not get another chance to hike back up the hill before training began, and he wouldn’t be able to rest until after his race. “I’m going to ask her to marry me after my race,” he said, making his oath before the shrine of the goddess, “and I would be most grateful for your blessing when the time comes.”

The statue said nothing, looking down her nose at him, but when he tossed in the box of sweets, the fire rose up, a cozy, burnt orange, the pops and hisses of melting sugar almost playful, filling the cave with the warm scent of cinnamon and honey.

Well, that was about as much answer as he could probably have expected.

Without another word, he bowed to the shrine, then took his leave, edging his way out through the overgrown garden, and the crowd of tourists surrounding the church. Picking his way down the mountain path, he checked his watch. It was later in the day than he would have liked, but not so late that he wouldn’t make it in time for dinner with the Americans who had already arrived for the games. The Greeks did prefer to eat late, after all, and jet lag was kicking all of their collective asses.

Two metro stations, a tram, and a ten minute walk later, Percy found himself at his final stop–the Hellenic Maritime Museum. The long, curved, building was nestled beneath a highway, facing one of the many harbors of Piraeus, its courtyard partly shadowed by the direction of the afternoon sun. Gratefully, Percy slipped off his sunglasses, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the new, less blinding light. Between each evenly-spaced column–intercolumniation, whispered the Annabeth who lived in his brain, and Percy smiled to himself–was a cannon or a gun or some other piece of modern ship equipment, pointed squarely at the smattering of tourists as they rambled along the edge of the marina.

Inside, the space was blessedly sparse, especially after the cramped, overcrowded Acropolis. The bored port officer at reception waved him past as he flashed his old student ID at him, never once looking up from his phone.

It was a nice little museum, although Percy couldn’t help but laugh as he rounded the corner and was immediately greeted by a replica of the Artemision Bronze. Two thousand years of wrongful identification, and his father still couldn’t let that one go. Maybe if Poseidon actually had the bronze trident, like he claimed, he should arrange for it to be discovered, and then they could clear this whole mess up, and settle the debate over the statue’s identity once and for all. Until then, however, the god of the sea would have to content himself with a sacrifice from a son who sought his favor.

Poseidon’s had been tricky. Zeus, to whom the Olympics were dedicated, got a sacrifice of the best souvlaki in Athens, burned behind some scaffolding in his unfinished temple. Hera, patroness of marriage, similarly got loukoumades from the best and oldest shop in Plaka, delivered to her at the top of the mountain. Athena, as goddess of the city and battle strategy, got a brand new Yale sweatshirt, which would hopefully flatter her wisdom-related sensibilities enough to grant him victory. Hopefully, too, she would be impressed at how he managed to dodge the security guards to sneak into the Parthenon to do the deed.

Ultimately, it was Estelle who came up with the perfect gift for his dad, because his little sister was a genius.

So there Percy was, a box of salt water taffy from the Montauk Salt Cave stuffed into his backpack, wandering through the deserted maritime museum, looking for his father’s shrine. It hadn’t been by the scaled down model of a trireme. It hadn’t been by the portrait of Percy’s two-centuries-older-half-sister, Laskarina Bouboulina. And it hadn’t been in the tiny, unmanned gift shop. Percy had even looked in the bathroom behind the check-out counter.

Frowning, he doubled back, peering behind every ship model, peeking around every corner, investigating every patch of exposed wall for some kind of sign, preferably one that said “Secret Shrine Here.” So engrossed was he in his quest, that he squarely bumped into another tourist who had wandered into the museum, who had been admiring the bronze statue. “Signomi,” Percy blurted, and then, hedging his bets that the man probably spoke English, based on his Hawaiian shirt, puka shell necklace, and sandals, said instead, “Sorry.”

“It is quite alright, Percy,” came a deep, stony voice.

He froze. “...Father,” he replied, carefully. Risking a glance behind him, he saw that the port officer was nowhere to be found. Hopefully the guy was taking a smoke break or something, and that his dad hadn’t vaporized him.

Poseidon never turned his gaze from the statue, his stare intense enough to burn a hole through it. “I trust your journey was uncomplicated?”

Percy shrugged. “More or less.” Zeus had let him live once more after trespassing through his domain, so that was nice.

His father nodded, slowly turning his head. “And you are prepared for the games, yes?”

Percy sighed. There it was. “Yeah, dad. I'm ready.”

He had met his godly father a few times over the years, which he understood to be very, very rare. According to Chiron, you could really only count on them showing up if they needed you to bring glory to their name. For Luke, it was retrieving a golden apple. For Nico, it was tracking down whoever had stolen the sword of Hades. And for Percy, it was winning gold at the Olympics.

His father hadn’t been upset at his display four years ago… but he certainly hadn’t been happy about it.

“Then why were you wasting your time with my sister, Akraie?”

“Who is–?” Of the heights, his brain helpfully supplied, then added Hera, dumbass. Oh. “You… saw that?”

He frowned, lines etching his face like an ancient cliffside, carved by water. “You think I am not always watching you? That I have not watched your movements with great pride?”

A warm thrill went through him, and he slung off his backpack, rummaging through it for the box of taffy to try and hide just how pleased that made him feel. “Well, if you’re worried about feeling left out, I got you something, too–”

“Tell me why you made a sacrifice to her.”

It was Percy’s turn to frown as he looked back up at his father. “I mean, I also made offerings to Zeus and Athena–”

“You asked her for her blessing for marriage, no? To your companion, Annabeth?”

The warm feeling turned to ice in an instant. “How do you know about her?”

“It is as I said. I am always watching you.”

Suddenly that was a lot less comforting than it was a second ago.

“I do not like her.”

“Your sister?”

“Your princess.”

Percy straightened. “Excuse me?”

“She is a distraction,” said Poseidon, grimly. “A liability. Many a great hero has been led astray by a woman at his moment of triumph.”

“It’s just the Olympics,” Percy protested. “It’s not like the fate of the world hangs in the balance.”

“And then there’s her background. What are you doing, cavorting with our enemy, boy?”

He gripped the strap of his backpack, knuckles turning white. “Don’t talk about her like that.” She was nothing of the sort. She was kind, brilliant, beautiful, funny, and made him feel every inch the hero Poseidon wanted him to be. And what the hell did he mean by their “enemy”? The opposing team?

Swift as a tsunami, Poseidon stepped towards him. Percy was a tall guy, about as tall as his father normally when he decided to swing by, but now he was forced to look up slightly. Gone were the Hawaiian shirt, the puka shells, the worn leather sandals, and in their place was a richly decorated sea-green robe, a crown of celery, and a stern stare. “Theseus was led to kill his issue on the false words of Queen Phaedra. Bellerophon’s union with Philonoe stoked his ego so high, it could only be matched by his fall from the heavens. I will not,” he said slowly, like a crashing of rocks, “see the same fame for you, my favored son.”

Percy swallowed, an unidentifiable pit in the core of his being, gritty and irritating as an oyster.

Like the king that he was, Poseidon held out his hand. When Percy could only stare dumbly at it, the god said, “Your offering?”

“Oh,” he started, snapping back to movement. “Uh. Right.”

Suddenly, though, he didn’t exactly want to go through with it. But it would be rude not to. So, with a little reluctance, he handed over the box, and valiantly kept his smart mouth in check.

Their business concluded, Poseidon nodded, turning away. “Glory to you, my son,” he intoned, dissolving into the air like mist. “And heed my warnings.”

And then he was alone.

“Heed my warnings,” Percy snarked to himself, slinging his backpack on to his shoulder. “Bleh bleh bleh.”

Mood soured, he made his way to the bus stop, sunglasses and frown firmly on his face.

His father was wrong. Annabeth was not a distraction.

She was his inspiration. And he would win that gold, no matter what.

#my fic #pjo fic #percabeth #pjo #princess sailor au #it's a christmas miracle!

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alektowrites · 2 years

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Hymnus Throni (teaser)

PAIRING: Foreign duchess! Irene x Princess! Reader _______________ WARNINGS: Light Royalty AU, marriage of convenience, bickering, foreign royalty Irene! Let's pretend Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome didn't beef with one another (Troy oop), S2F2L, somewhat Roman-descent! Y/N, somewhat Russian-descent! Irene, mommy - I mean IRENE HAS A RUSSIAN ACCENT, mentions of war, minor character death, tension, mentions of war, Percy Jackson and The Crown reference, smut in the future scenes so more warnings will come because come on, Irene's the MAIN warning 🥴🥴🥴 _______________ A/N: Hymnus Throni means The Throne's Hymn in Latin.

And I'm sorry this took so long 😭, my circuits were fried while I drafted this one-shot.

This is requested, by the way.

Enjoy <3333

________________ Terminologies:

Moja koroleva - my queen Dorogoj - darling

"I'm sure you've heard of the Baskovanian Kingdom from the North, where a lord who goes by the name of Alexie Gavriil; saved my life during the war, and in return for saving my life, I grant him one wish." He paused, "What did he wish for?"

Your stomach churns as an answer pops into your mind. You refuse to believe it.

No, no, no.

It can't be true-

"Marriage, between the two families." The guests gasped.

"Today," He declares, "You all will bear witness to a political arrangement between two influential empires!" He gestures a hand in front, and the crowd immediately parts except for the captivating woman. "Between Empress Y/N Valeria and Grand Duchess Irene Gavriil. Bow before your new rulers!"

The resplendent woman, Irene Gavriil, strides toward you like a lioness stalking her prey. Her eyes hid her scrutiny and annoyance well. As she approaches, the guests go down on one knee to bow before your bride. Their heads ducked as she took confident strides toward you and your father.

The emperor steps away from you to join the witnesses, smiling from ear to ear as the grand duchess stops in front of you. Her sapphire-blue eyes swirl with enigma and intelligence before she too, goes down on one knee, her eyes never leaving yours as she takes your right hand, her gloved hands gently holding your hand. You can hear your blood drumming against the back of your ears. How the temperature of your body drops from her intense gaze and how your stomach churns at her proximity. Your knees almost gaze out when her plump, pink lips press a kiss against the back of your palm. She never broke eye contact in doing so, and the crowd squeals as she stands.

And finally, she spoke. Her voice is raspy but sultry and alluring, with a hint of a soft accent that leaves your spine shivering.

"We finally meet," The side of her lip curls to a cold smile, "Moja koroleva."

Her icy gaze pierced through you. You reply with a smile, but your eyes harden, and your face stings with anger, annoyance, and frustration. Your smile drops to a venomous scowl.

Marriage never appealed to you. Even at your age, you never thought of marrying. You saw it as a means of tying someone down to a forced commitment, made to be caged inside a tower and squeeze out heirs.

You don't want this.

You'd rather travel around the world and paint the wonders you've seen than be bound to someone you haven't met.

Political marriages are damned, all of it be damned. Irene moves to the side. You were snapped out of your raging stupor when you felt her lean to your side and snaked her arm around your waist.

Her touch prickles your skin as she pulls you close to her side to face the guest who cheers for you two. You instantly stiffen at her proximity, allowing you to inhale her subtle but sweet scent.

She directs her head to your ear, her eyes never leaving the crowd as she whispers in your ear; her cold breath fans the outer lobe, and her raspy voice fills your ears.

"Smile, dorogoj." She commands with an icy, hushed tone, "If you want to fool them, including your father, I suggest you smile and pretend to be happy with this god-forsaken arrangement."

Begrudgingly, you catch on but you are unable to match the excitement of the guests with the declaration of your union. You cast a side-eyed glance at the foreign grand duchess, her gaze is just as hard and seething as yours.

At least you're not the only one who's not happy with the arrangement. That's what you can both agree on.

You're royally screwed.

Coming soon!

#irene x reader #red velvet x reader #red velvet irene #kpop oneshots #kpop imagines #kpop gg #fem reader #gxg imagine #gxg #alektowrites #red velvet joohyun #Hymnus Throni

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albonoooo · 4 months

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got tagged by @monacotrophywife, thank you!!

1. do you make your bed?

yeah, right before i go to bed at night.

2. favourite number?

3, 7, 13

3. what's your job?

i'm a student assistant in my uni's english and american studies institute's student office (i'm also a student in that institute)

4. if you could go back to school, would you?

fuck no

5. can you parallel park?

badly and only in perfect conditions. both driving teachers i had kinda neglected teaching me properly and i have no natural talent for it either.

6. do you think aliens are real?

i don't doubt that there's some form of other life out there, but that's about it.

7. can you drive a manual car?

yes. aside from my last few driving lessons, i've only driven manual cars. i hate it, but it's the standard where i live and automatic cars tend to be more expensive here since they're usually newer so i don't see myself getting lucky and having an automatic any time soon.

8. guilty pleasure?

not sure there's anything i feel very guilty about enjoying. i wouldn't exactly brag about some of the music in my liked songs, maybe.

9. tattoos?

not yet. i'm waiting with that until my decision making organ is fully developed.

10. favourite colour?

green and blue. green to look at and blue to wear.

11. favourite type of music?

hard to say, i enjoy a variety of music from all kinds of genres. i think my most listened to genres on spotify tend to be pop and rock??

12. do you like puzzles?

i definitely did as a kid, i haven't done one in ages though.

13. favourite childhood sport?

the only sports i did long-term as a child were swimming and horse riding and i enjoyed both for different reasons (also had moments of not enjoying both for, again, different reasons).

14. do you talk to yourself?

yes, all the time.

15. tea or coffee?

i drink both occasionally and don't feel overly passionate about either. it depends on my mood which i prefer.

16. first thing you wanted to be when growing up?

a vet! this wish lasted quite long, until sixth grade, which is why i chose to do latin instead of french in school. it only stopped after the realisation that being a vet includes having to put down animals and having to be professional and composed about it.

17. what movies do you adore?

i probably forgot many, but some of my favourite films are: les choristes, lord of the rings trilogy, the hobbit trilogy, napola, die wilden hühner 1 & 2, vorstadtkrokodile 1, new year's eve, the princess and the frog, tangled, balto and spirit - stallion of the cimarron which makes me sob my heart out every time i watch it

no pressure tags: @liamlawsonlesbian @borntogayz @piastrisms @bright-and-burning @glasscushion (sorry in case of any double tags) and anybody who wants to do this <3

#tag games

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jackiequick · 1 year

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Marvel — Singers OC 🎼

-> -> -> I was listening to music a lot while looking over my old OC Tyler Sharp and decided why not ;)

-> Disclaimer! I don’t own the anything like the songs mentioned, artist mentioned here are just ideas and I’ve haven’t been in contact with anyone related to this post such as Sony Music. It was just a fun idea I had.

Ana B 🎼

Full Name: Ariana Sandra De Baillo

Nicknames: Ari, Ana, De Baillo, Princesses of pop, Sandy, Dra

Birthday: June 25th

Age: 25

Height: 5’1

Place of Origin: Brooklyn, New York but grew up around Washington Heights

Currently located: Los Angeles and on occasion Florida.

Specie: Half Human aka Mutant

Abilities: Sonic Screams. She can emit a highly enhanced scream of a high amplitudes. She also has the ability to vibrate her vocal chords at will.

Occupation: Singer and dance. And on occasion a bit of a small vigilante which causes her to be late to concerts and rehearsal sessions.

Type of music she likes to dabble into making: Pop, Latin Pop, R&B, Hip Hip, Rap and some acoustic.

Awards Won so far: Latin America Billboard Awards, Kids Choice Awards, Teen Choice Awards & Premios Juventud Awards

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Arianna grew up in the lower east side of Brooklyn to a Ecuador & Mexican mother and Colombian father who always made sure that she was loved. Even if they didn’t have much, her parents made sure she had a roof over her head, food, clothes, and money for a education in New York.

In very late high school, she discovered her love for music and dance (it was given in her culture but still) Ari became in love with it. Listening to music from artists like Alicia Keys, Beyoncé, Jennifer Lopez, Nicki Minaj, Rihanna, Selena, Shakira and plenty of others. Singing, dancing, rapping and creating music videos using her phone or a actual camera.

—> She would practice dancing in her bedroom, creating videos and then later on uploading them onto YouTube. Especially her covers of songs and funny skits she would make with friends. Eventually a record label (Sony Music), reached out to her and help her start crafting her own.

First songs being The Way, Ready or Not & Hurricane. Being her popular ones too!

During this period of time, Ariana started singing and rapping more instead of just dancing. It was great until one day her voice was really sorely used and decided to rest her vocal chords. Soon enough she got a little cocky and frustrated waiting so long, as she decided to try to sing in her room instead. Screaming out the lyrics, resulting in her vocal chords to ring and a bounce of a quaking strength released, causing her desk to stumble back a little few feet away from her.

“Oh my..d-did i just do that?” She questioned, curiosity took over and she tried again.

It was captivating how powerful it seemed, also it was a small soft advantage to her singing. Ariana wouldn’t admit it, but she feared this power. Wondering how this would effect her career and life in general. It took her months to control it, there was a few accidents and even her manger found out one day, but she pulled though.

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Flash forwarded to a few years later, Ana B was singing and dancing on stages, for her own performances and other artists. Performing frontline for Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez, Cher Lloyd and backup dancing for Fifth Harmony performance for Grammy Awards 2014.

Even being featured in Cher Lloyds songs as well. Due to her mother’s encouragement, Ariana decided to dabble into Latin Pop as well. Her Hispanic roots. Adding a mix of Latin Pop and a bit more R&B into her songs

—> Which resulted in her to featured in Reggaetón Lento with CNCO and Little Mix, create Downtown with J Balvin, and a couple of others. Those are just to name a few. It resulted in her expanding her reach in the music and tv appearance on shows every once in a while.

——

It was going great until one dark cloudy while visiting Los Angels after chilling at the corner store she heard screams and yelling loudly from a alleyway running to help wearing her black hoodie, just all black in general due to leaving rehearsals a hour earlier.

A two girls were being robbed of their money, Ariana couldn’t stands for it and started to try and fight the robbers. The two girls were trying to fight them too.

One caught her by the wrist and held her backwards, Ariana was pissed off and narrowed her eyes a scream piercing scream filled up a sound attack sending both men to fly backward onto the brick wall. Slamming their heads against the wall, knocked out cold. She didn’t mean to do that, it was a scream of panic and anger.

It shocked Ariana as she turned to the girls, “A-are you okay?”

“Y-yeah..h-how did you do that?” One of them asked, grabbing their purse.

“I um..i just screamed, i guessed.” She replied, trying to cover up what happened.

The other one recognized her and gasp, “Y-your—you’re Ana B!”

Ariana smiled sheepishly and nodded, “..y-yeah i am..you girls should go home. We all should!”

The both girls nodded and gushed realizing that this artist saved their lives. They called the cops and went home. However Ariana spent those next few day rethinking that captivating scream and how she saved those girls. She smiled, it felt good. Real good. It took a few days to quietly decide but Ariana decided to used her gift and saved a few others every once in a while. But since Ariana wasn’t trained or anything, she wasn’t the best low crime fighter, at least she tried..

She took up a bit of boxing and stuff to help with fight. A few short self defense posts and it helps her moves on stage, a lot. Sometimes Ariana would be late to rehearsal dressed in a black outfit afterwards. For example…

At start of a small bank robbery downtown, a few men dressed in grey and black suit came running in. There were guns and shouting, when she sneaked into the place. Everything was fine as she pretended to be one of others until a robber grabbed her grab and smirked, “Oh, not so fast, sweetheart.”

She groaned, using her shoulder to elbow him in the chest, “Don’t grab women, sweetheart.”

Her and one of robbers started to dance, twirling, kicking and spinning around the room. Ariana was thrown across the room, her back landing on a desk near a receptionist as she yelled with her vibrating vocals chords, “Get the cops online..p-please.” The women nodded, doing as told.

Ariana was slammed into a wall, she sighed, “Now I know how The Avengers feel..this hurts.” She glances at the clock, as her eyes widened in shock, 1:23pm, she was going to be late to the studio. Better make this quick.

Taking a deep breath and narrowing her eyes towards the robbers. Like singing loudly into a microphone, Ariana lowering her mask closed her eyes shut as a scream ripped off at a medium amplitude modulation knocking off both men. They stumbled back, holding their ears and full lose balance. The cop sirens went off and Ariana nodded at the receptionist putting a finger over lips, that were covered again by the mask, then ran out.

She arrived 5 minutes late, not the worse thing. If one had to be honest, the girl tend to always be a tad late depending on what day it was. Her manger Naya, rushed her off to get ready asking if she was alright seeing how she looked a little bruised. Ariana smiled, getting an ice pack for her aches and Advil for her pains. Naya was like a big sister to her, making sure she was okay and healthy, however she always wondered what her client was up to when she’s not around.

-> Her street outfits

-> Causal Outfits

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Remember to like, comment and share ;)

Tags: @gaminggirlsstuff @mandylove1000 @morgan108 @drspencereidhotch @gcthvile @superspookyjanelle @msrochelleromanofffelton @sherloquestea @rooster-84 @meiramel @halesfavoriteharlot @fototingobug @daughter-of-melpomene @blueboirick and etc

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