#makes Poseidon so much more of an active presence and I like it a lot

[vmkhoneyy]

I really love how the pjo show is leaning into fatal flaws from the get go. More for Percy than Annabeth so far- but for new fans it’ll be an absolute lightbulb moment when fatal flaws are actually discussed, and for original readers it’s just. So good.

I’ve noticed it popping up in prev episodes (‘I am Sally Jackson’s son’, picking Grover bc he’s the one person he’s sure won’t betray him etc) but ep 4 rlly cemented it for me. Percy spends the entire episode trash talking his father and the gods, and then immediately sacrifices himself for Grover and Annabeth. Because they’ve helped him.

But what gets me- what GETS ME. Is its more showing the fatal flaws of the gods. Annabeth prays to her mother and honors her and at the slightest hit to her pride, she allows the mother of monsters into her own temple to kill her daughter.

Percy, as I said, spends the entire episode trash talking his father. Poseidons own son sent medusas head to Olympus- his FORBIDDEN son, who has supposedly stolen the master bolt, who tried to refuse the opportunity to clear both their names. And then he can’t even be bothered to pray to him. To say anything good about him.

But Percy is Poseidons son, and he actively chooses to rescue him from falling to his death, regardless.

Percy’s fatal flaw is personal loyalty- he gets it from his father.

[silverbirching]

SO WE'RE EXCITED ABOUT HADES 2, RIGHT

At least we had all better be, while I'm waving this broken bottle around.

Look guys I'm a Classical mythology wonk. And I don't mean like, "hey I read the Percy Jackson books, they were neat", I mean when I close my eyes before I sleep I pray to every god who might conceivably be listening that Linear A gets deciphered in my lifetime. I mean I've got a giant metal print of Circe Invidiosa by John Waterhouse in my bedroom. I mean that if you make the mistake of mentioning Hadestown in my presence you have unwittingly activated the trap card of "Sam talks about his string-and-sandwich board conspiracy theory about how Persephone was a terrifying eldritch queen of the dead and the entire greek world was scared shitless of her, so maybe knock it off with all these tender waifs in flower crowns, artists of the last two thousand years for two solid hours."

(The Percy Jackson books are extremely neat, btw)

So cut to 2020, the year of shit, and here comes a game from one of my favorite studios of all time, about one of my favorite subjects of all time, and it's gorgeous and deep and full of stupid gay drama and the art melts my eyeballs and the voice acting (true to Supergiant tradition) is basically indistinguishable from foreplay. So I played it. I played the absolute balls off of it.

AND THEY'RE MAKING A SEQUEL, HOLY SHIT

so the Thing about Chthonic deities is the underworld really creeped the Ancient Greeks out, so there's not a lot of writing about them that has survived to the present day, since if they were worshipped it was usually by mystery cults or more in an avoidant "please please please don't notice me I've been a good boy please" kind of way.

Hence why our favorite bisexual softboi dreamboat Zagreus doesn't really feature much in the mythology, except he was probably an offshoot of Dionysus and usually got synchronized with him, Hades himself, or Mycenaen Poseidon. They make a joke about this in Hades, btw (they make a fucking JOKE SONG about in in Hades).

BUT DID YOU KNOW ZAGREUS HAD A SISTER!?

Her name is Melinoë, and she's also cited from very limited sources, but I want to show y'all the brilliant Apostolos Athansssakis' translation of one of the view sources we have, the Hymn to Melinoë:

I call upon Melinoë, saffron-cloaked nymph of the earth, whom revered Persephone bore by the mouth of the Kokytos river upon the sacred bed of Kronian Zeus. In the guise of Plouton Zeus tricked Persephone and through wiley plots bedded her; a two-bodied specter sprang forth from Persephone's fury. This specter drives mortals to madness with her airy apparitions as she appears in weird shapes and strange forms, now plain to the eye, now shadowy, now shining in the darkness— all this in unnerving attacks in the gloom of night. O goddess, O queen of those below, I beseech you to banish the soul's frenzy to the ends of the earth, show to the initiates a kindly and holy face.

My guess would be is that Supergiant will not have her be the child of Zeus under false pretenses (there's sources that indicate Zagreus is also a child of Zeus) but still. Dope. Rad as hell. Zag's baby sister is a twin-bodied goddess of nightmares and I am excited a normal amount.

Also Apollo is gonna be in this one, you guys.

Look at this magnificent pain-in-the-ass. I can already tell you he's going to be 10,000% annoying, and I am completely here for it.

[luckycheesefoodie321]

The amount of godly interaction the golden trio have had over the space of, I wanna say 2 weeks??? Will absolutely blow the minds of everyone back at CHB (ABSOLUTE WAFFLE AND RIFE WITH SHOW AND MAYBE BOOK SPOILERS)

And like this is even more than in TLT (I THINK I genuinely can’t remember havent reread in a while but pretty sure they weren’t running into gods in physical form as much as the show is doing rn)

Like baseline, you have Mr D. He’s a staple and eternal fixture of Camp Half Blood. If you’re a camper there, you do get used to his presence (which makes it more fun when he does flex his godliness).

Then Percy gets claimed by Poseidon. Already all the unclaimed are baffled by this new dude rolling up for all of a couple days and getting claimed by a Big Three god of all things.

Later Poseidon (or Percy whose powers are encouraged by Poseidon OR the nereid who intervened on behalf of Poseidon - wasn’t very clear unless I missed something) intervened when Percy was falling from the Arch

Before even that, Athena actively waived her blessing upon the Arch to allow Echidna to waltz through and kill her “impertinent daughter” (you could argue that this is a little more indirect but like Athena made a decision that directly impeded the trio so I’d say it counts)

Then Ares rolls up with a side quest with promise of supplies and transport if they are successful. He, one of the Twelve Olympian’s, the God of War himself, shows up, IN PERSON, and talks directly to the demigods. There are a lot of rules about not being able to interfere with quests and directly interacting with demigods, so this is already a wild happening. And it allows the trio to have a little extra glory added to their belt within a quest that, if successful, is fit to see them as heroes by its end. And not even thinking about Grover having an actual sit down conversation with the God of War (while simultaneously sassing Athena - we love you king!)

BUT THEN, DURING SAID SIDE QUEST, Annabeth, by not immediately and selfishly leaving Percy behind to complete the quest, compels Hephaestus to come out. She sasses him, tells him AND THE OTHER GODS off for being just absolute dicks with no sense of healthy familial interaction, and he, without any real benefit to himself except moral preservation, helps her and releases Percy.

AND THEN next ep they’re gonna meet Hermes, Luke’s dad. Where, I can only assume they skip over Crusty and head straight to LA after their jaunt in the Lotus Casino, after getting a ride from his limo??? That way 7 is all about Hades, and 8 is all about Olympus and the return?

BUT LIKE THEY ALSO THEN MEET HADES. THEY PROBABLY MEET ZEUS. AND OBVIOUSLY PERCY MEETS POSEIDON IN THE FLESH. Does Percy meet Athena at Mt Olympus in this book too?? Or does she just kinda give him a mean glare and walk away?? Cant recall.

Except for Apollo (??), I think those are all of the male Olympians met IN PERSON. In one season. In universe, like 3ish weeks??? Meanwhile some at CHB have never even gone outside of camp, let alone meet a god!!

TLT really comes in hard with the big guns, and you don’t really wonder why in Chalice of the Gods other gods would happily take on the services of the modern day hero and exceptionally accomplished war veteran, Percy Jackson for the mundane god business.

[kth1]

Cut Shot [MYG]

Cut Shot [Yoongi x Reader] ⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq​​ ⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+| Boyfriend AU | One Shot ⟶ Warnings: Established relationship, explicit, oral (M/F), alcohol use, condom sex, massage oil, lovey-dovey-flirtations, hint of cute jealousy, etc ⟶ WC: 10k+ ⟶ Summary: He hates the water, he hates the heat, and he hates the Sun. Any form of physical activity is a big no-no, yet Min Yoongi will go out of his way to show that he loves you on your mini vacation. ⟶ Teaser: “Breathlessly nodding your head, you drone at the loss of his fingers. You beam a hazy smile, the post orgasm paradise you swim in radiates off you. “Let me help you,” your arms stretch out to him.” ⟶ Beta Reader: None other that @shadowsremedy​ (thank you for doing this in a timely manner 🧡 you’re awesome!) ⟶ Author’s Note: This fic is apart of @jamaisjoons​ Summer Bucket List Collab. This is my very first collab I have been apart of and I am very happy to have been associated with this project!

The blistering sun beams from above, heat rising scorching hot off the sands. Seagulls squawking in the distance, some scavenging around for disposed food – or snatching some from the unattained.

Yoongi trudges along the beach, black Raybands sit on the bridge of his adorable button nose, a large sunhat, sandals, an excessive tropical theme button-up shirt, and obnoxiously colored swim trunks to set his attire. With each step he takes, his feet kick up sand behind him, a half empty beer in hand in a pink koozie snuggled around the bottle as he sips away at his delicious beverage, merrily.

He sees you ahead, prancing around on the beach volleyball courts with your pony-tail rung high and skin glistening in the light. Right beside those said courts is his destination – the row of canopy tents that provided him his only relief. Shade!

Groups of people huddle around the area, humans of all ages, shapes, color, and size. He secretly hopes the smaller children applied much more sunscreen than normally, especially how they’ve been in and out of the ocean’s water at least five times now. But who’s counting?

Yoongi trails himself back to your shared designated tent, plopping himself down on the double wide reclining lawn chair. Here, he gets a front row seat at your court and some relaxing shade. Feet up, cooler full of snackable food and drinks besides him, and the best view in town – you.

You, the outgoing bubbly beauty, are playing a fun pick-up game with the rest of your party along with a handful of locals. Volleyball is your game much like music is Yoongi’s muse. Even with several differences in interest, the two of you get along quite well emotionally. 

Many times Yoongi catches you thanking Hoseok for introducing you to him, in all honesty that is the only way he would notice you. Yoongi prefers to stay in isolation, nose shoved deep in a music sheet or much too invested in staying in bed all day. Once in a while he will strike up a game of basketball with his friend group, but only on a good day.

At first Yoong was incredibly confused towards you. Why would you want to meet him? Who even were you and when or how did you guys ever run into another? Upon Hoseok’s persistent pleading, insisting that he ‘has a good feeling about the two of you’, Yoongi eventually agreed to meet up with this friend of Hoseok’s.

It was a small date, nothing fancy, just a warm afternoon coffee meet up in the middle of September. Yoongi sat with phone in hand, iced americano in the other, at the bar seats set up at the windowpane in the front of the store of the local café. He was so indulged at tapping away on his phone, he didn’t even register the presence of another standing right next to him. You found it utterly adorable how Yoongi nearly spat out his drink as he stood up to greet you properly, profusely apologizing for his behavior.

Yoongi admitted, he remained skeptical throughout the date, though he was completely intrigued by you. Not only were you attractive in his eyes, cute with a bit of a feisty bite, he admired the way you spoke. You had a hidden passion behind your words – you spoke with confidence, sometimes even assertive… and he liked that.

But, what he enjoyed most is how you would get lost in your words, ranting long sentences when you hadn’t realized you had said too much. Something about the way you talked perked his ears like a silent harp playing in the background of the world. What Yoongi noticed after that date was how you kept his attention the entire time. How it seemed that the two of you were vastly different in many ways, but he found something in you that reeled him in instantly. Before bidding goodbye after the cheap coffee date, he reached for your hand as he asked if you would like to do this again sometime.

Nine months later, he finds himself sitting court side to your beach volleyball game. On vacation with a few of his closest friends at a beach house along the coast. A quick getaway from home, promises of having some game nights and visiting a few touristy areas. The group was partially here to support you at your annual volleyball competition, but other than that they came to party.

“Got it!” you shout, alerting Hoseok – your current teammate – that you were receiving the ball. Yoongi watches as you dive forward into the tan sands, getting an arm under the ball just in time to pop it up for Hoseok to assist.

On the other side of the net, acting as your current rivals were Jungkook and Hoseok’s long-term girlfriend, Haru. They readied themselves up for a freeball to come over, acting fast when Hoseok sent the ball to the deep back corner of the court.

It is worth it to Yoongi to see your beautiful smile light up as you were enjoying the hobby you love most, watch you ravish the sport as if it were your natural element. The sweat beads off of your brow, forearms, even soaked the fabric slightly under each of your breasts of your bikini top. 

A small bickering emits from Jungkook by the looks of it, clearly arguing about something that he finds unfair but it soon washes over from Hoseok kicking up sand at another for the sake of giggles. 

You walk your way over to the tent with Haru after the two rambunctious men chase another towards the ocean. Your boyfriend, who looked completely unbothered by the environment around him even though you knew he’d do anything to be back inside with the cool air conditioner, welcomes you with a warm smile and an iced cold water bottle from the cooler that he has been monitoring because it harbors all the beers. 

“Hey babe,” you lean down, placing a quick peck to Yoongi’s plump lips. He tastes the salt of your sweat, and you taste the alcohol on his breath. “Day drinking much earlier than yesterday?”

Yoongi shrugs in his chair, tilting his head back to finish off his current beverage, “It’s 5pm somewhere... It’s a vacation after all.”

You guzzle down your fresh water, towel wrapping around your neck to help pat down the glistening sweat that coats you. “I’m not judging,” you smile with a wink, “just observing. I don’t want you to be bored.” 

“I’m not bored when I watch you. Plus it’s fun to see Jungkook get riled up.” 

Grabbing hold of one of the many randomly scattered candy bags, Jungkook’s unhealthy snack choices at it’s finest, you settle with a few gummy worms to toss in your mouth. “He does get worked up fast when it comes to games.” The two of you laugh while looking over at the ocean to see Jungkook having Hoseok flipped over his shoulder and walking deeper in the water for a proper body slam. 

“What should we have for dinner tonight? Home cooked or take-out?” Haru inquires, scanning over her phone for local restaurants that may peek the group’s interest. 

Yoongi checks the time on his watch, grimacing at the thought of food shopping so soon when it nearly took you all three hours. A wad of cash was eliminated from his bank account, in the store to pack for the trip in the first place. Thankfully you had offered to him that he wouldn’t have to pay a single dime the entire vacation to make up for covering everyone that day. 

“Let’s grab a bite somewhere, I’ve been to a place called Poseidon’s, lots of seafood and such! My treat.” You gleam a smile towards Yoongi who’s eyes widened at the word seafood, knowing very well how your man enjoys himself some nice cooked lobster. 

Another day, another play. 

Ever since visiting this great spot, your party visited the beach nearly every day! You on the other hand had no choice in the matter because you were practicing for your tournament at the end of the week with your partner. Annually, your old high school best friend and you would sign up for this beach tournament, catch up with another and reminisce on the younger years. It was only for the first week that you’d be tied to this obligation and luckily your group booked the rental house for two weeks, giving you more time with your friends afterwards. 

Maggie, someone who you grew up with ever since befriending another in middle school, was your go-to gal for years before college separated another. She continued to a division one school on an all paid scholarship for volleyball. Your interests were a bit more separate from hers and you find yourself attending a creative arts school, division three, but you still continued to play for your schools team. As much as volleyball will forever be embedded into your blood, you found a new focus when it came to creativity and joined a school where you’d learn how to become a creative director of some sorts. 

Together, Maggie and you spent most days making up the lost time. Your group was more than understanding prior to even agreeing to this vacation, and you all promised to make it worthwhile. One day, Yoongi had joined Maggie, her boyfriend Taehyung, and you on a lunch date. You were happy Yoongi showed up, given the fact that he’s a bit introverted and shy, but regardless the lunch went smoothly and to both Maggie’s and yours surprise - the two of you had found out that Taehyung and Yoongi knew another because they, too, went to the same high school.

Now, as you practice your heart out on the beach courts, Hoseok and Yoongi are padding their feet across the hot sands, hauling the belongings with a small wagon, far away from sight. 

“I know the basics - the idea of how to play.” Yoongi insists, “I just want to be able to play with her. Nothing fancy.” 

“Sounds pretty fancy to me. C’mon she’s the first girl to get you up off your ass. You must like her enough to endure the summer heat, exercising, the sun…” Hoseok counts off his fingers one by one.

“Alright, alright. I get it.” Yoongi shoves Hoseok in the shoulder. “Just get on with it and show me what I need to do.” 

“Ok, first, you smile wide like this!” Hoseok giggles and manages to duck just in time from Yoongi’s flying hand. 

The two pivot themselves off in the distance, much further down the beach than the volleyball courts could see, and far away from your view. To your knowledge the entire group dispersed to enjoy whichever activities they wish to do while you practiced with your partner. What you didn’t know is that Yoongi had asked Hoseok, on one of his drunken moods, for some one-on-one training so that he can pick up on the hobby you love most - to surprise you by the end of vacation and play a game of pick-up with you. 

“Pass this!” Abruptly, Hoseok chucks the beach volleyball at Yoongi - only for him to naturally catch it with his hands. “No! Shake that basketball reflex, arms together! And extend! Make a platform - now pass it.” 

Biting back his sharp tongue, Yoongi tosses the ball back for Hoseok to repeat the action, this time now he is prepared to pass it effortlessly with his forearms. 

“Great!” Hoseok squabbles, “but, now you need the proper position. Bend your knees.” 

“I have to bend them?” Yoongi reacts with a distasteful gesture. 

“Center of gravity needs to be low for movement. Don’t plant your feet! The sand makes it much harder to move in.” He scolds with a push of his hands to Yoongi’s back, knocking the older man off balance. “See, you’re off center!” 

Yoongi scoffs, “Pushing me around isn’t helping!” He fixes his friend with a stern glare through his cat-like eyes.

“Yeah, but it makes you focus. You do better when someone’s on your ass. I hear it all the time back at the apartment, Y/n is a bit… assertive in the bedroom.” Hoseok winks, eyes squinting from corner to corner. 

“It’s no better compared to the amount of broken furniture that came from your room,” Yoongi quickly retorts, “even the damn couch is still broken!”

Hoseok shrugs, “not my fault both Haru, and you enjoy being bossed around by their significant others.” 

Yoongi retaliates, “It’s not being bossed, maybe in your case, but not mine. We go both ways.” 

Hoseok tosses the ball once again, hoping to pepper aimlessly with Yoongi and get him used to moving around, “You sure about that? You’re a passive person, Yoongi. Even I can pick on you and get away with it.” Hoseok taunts with a light heart, returning the ball back and forth between the two of them. 

“Not everything is about being physical.” 

Hoseok smirks, a judging last look before lightly hitting the volleyball down into Yoongi’s platform with the snap of his wrist, “We have a lot to work on, especially when it comes to hand setting. Maybe tomorrow when Y/n isn’t around we can snag a court and play a game with Haru and Kook.”

“We’ve exhausted spades, go-fish, and even tried blackjack.” Jungkook slurs his words around the neck of his beer bottle. He curls up along the armchair where he aimlessly stares up at the ceiling fan, counting out how many times it spins until forgetting where he left off. 

“Well, it’s not the weekend just yet, so the bars won’t be that fun right now.” You speak, a small smile spread across your face as you glance over the table at your boyfriend who is nose deep into another playing card manual. 

Jungkook’s large eyes look at you with hope, “will you go bar hopping with us when we do?”

“We’ll see how tired I am after the tourney, but I would love to, Kook!” 

“Bullshit!” Hoseok’s voice pierced through the sound of pop music playing from Haru’s phone, hand slapping the table timed at the sound of his voice with a finger pointed up on the other as if a lightbulb had gone off above his head. Everyone glances over at him from the sudden outburst, “we haven’t played bullshit yet!” 

You blink, shock value very evident on your face at Hoseok’s accusation. “For a second I thought you were calling me out, saying I wasn’t going to go out.” Laughing, you gather up a handful of playing cards that scattered the tabletop and begin shuffling the deck. 

“Well, that too. We’ve been here only a few days, but you’ve been a bit too busy for some things. And a bit cranky at night too.” Haru jabs Hoseok with her elbow to his side, making him wince the moment her pointy bone contacted him. 

Raising a questioning eyebrow at him, you briefly peeped over at Yoongi who only raised his shoulders to indicate his indifferences under your stare. 

“I’m sorry,” you mutter. “This tournament is important to me, and it’ll be over just after the weekend. We’ll still have a few extra days for activities.”

“Yeah, noona is going to dance with me. It’s already set.” Sweet, drunken Jungkook sighs, head tilt back on his chair. His lips pursed, eyes closed as he imagines the upcoming bar crawl. 

Yoongi interjects, head snapping up to glare over Jungkook, “You’re not going to get all handsy with my girlfriend.” He frowns, tossing a handful of papers to the side. “There’s plenty of single locals here. You’ll have no problem picking one up at a bar.” 

Jungkook peeks one eye open, a cocky grin drawn to his face, “Worried about me taking Y/n?” 

You sit there rolling your eyes, Hoseok too preoccupied by Haru snuggling up against him, and Yoongi death staring Jungkook - probably lighting him on fire in his mind. 

“As if.” Yoongi challenges, grabbing hold of his almost empty drink to finish off with one swig. 

“Guess noona never told you about Valentine’s day weekend? It was magical.” Jungkook snickers, until the push of Yoongi’s chair alerts the younger one of his hyung standing up, ready to go straight for Jungkook. Quickly, the tyrant Jungkook, jumps himself off the chair, throwing a pillow back towards Yoongi as he scampers his way down the hall, away from Yoongi’s wrath and out of view. 

Yoongi shakes his head, “this kid is always so scared of me.” He collects the litter of empty bottles from the coffee table, gathers up the useless waste of napkins and food wrappers around the room to dispose of them in the trash. 

“I’m sure he has many reasons to fear you. I had only given him a kiss to his hand when he burnt it when taking the pizza out of the oven. Guess that’s enough leverage for him to toy with.” You laugh, joining him along with cleaning up the table where you sit. 

“I know,” he chuckles. “The moment it happened he came running into the living room to tell me. He acts like there was more to that.” Yoongi side-eyes you skeptically, almost playfully, “better be all that there was.” 

For some time now, Haru rests her head against Hoseok’s shoulder and you were sure she was probably too tired to do much else, especially at the way she nearly tilts forward when Hoseok moves his body. Haru braces herself quickly, eyes shot wide, and glances you with a sheepish smile. 

“Go to bed.” you urge, “both of you. Aren’t you going to the festival in the morning with us? Get some rest.” 

Both Haru and Hoseok sluggishly get up from their spots, placing a few empty glasses to the counter before departing the room to their quarters. It is a bit late after all, and once the alcohol sinks in a bit everyone starts feeling a bit tired. You’re sure by morning everyone will be rejuvenated, energized to go straight back to partying. 

Without notice, Yoongi stood behind you, resting his hands on both of your shoulders. “Hey…” He whispers.

You make a noise of acknowledgement, raising one of your hands to lay on top of his to rub soft circles around his knuckles.

“You okay, babe? You seem… stressed.” His hands emphasized the word by lightly squeezing the tendons of your shoulders. He feels your body react instantly, the tightness of your back slowly being worked over with his firm thumbs. Rolling over a tight knot, the flick of his thumb forces you to jolt from the straining muscle.

You laugh at your reaction, “Yeah. I guess I am. I’ve been so busy with practicing for the tourney, I guess I haven’t noticed my body has been so –“

“Stiff?” He is quick to finish your sentence, dipping his head down to peck an innocent kiss to your head. You nod with a sigh.

“You’ve been so occupied,” his lips came back down, “you probably forgot that you’re on a vacation.” He smirks into your hair, running his fingers up your neck to your jaw. Yoongi tilts your head back, enough to kiss you upside down.

It's lazy at first, soft pouty lips peppering another in sync. Until Yoongi deepens the kiss, daring himself to push his tongue into your mouth. The wet muscle met with you in a savory passion.

He tastes just as you expect, a hidden spike of whiskey and the odd flavor of mint lingering on his breath.

“Come.” Yoongi breaks away. Walking in front of where you sit he takes your hand in his, leading the two of you back to your bedroom.

“Yoongi…” you drawl out the syllables of his name with a sigh of defeat. “Yoongi, I’m sore.”

Before making it completely down the hallway, he pulls you into him with an arm snaked around your waist and a hand lifting your chin. With a soft smile across his face he gazes down at you with mirth, “I know babe, I’m here to make it better.”

You smile, raising your eyebrows in question, “Oh, yeah?”

Yoongi almost matches your mannerism, but instead gives you a sly look with a poke to your nose. “Yes. Now come.” With a flip you’re facing forward. His arms securely around your middle, Yoongi proceeds to waddle the two of you the rest of the way down the hall and into your room with a fit of shared giggles.

He kicks the door close behind him, ushering you to the edge of your shared bed. Before he let you turn, nuzzling his head between the crook of your neck to leave fleeting kisses across your supple skin.

“Can I take this off?” he whispers, picking at the hem of your shirt.

You hum a tone of acknowledgement, smirking as Yoongi raises the loose material off your body. From here he can see your tan lines complemented by your sports bra, a slight shade darker than your beautiful natural skin tone.

He lightly tugs at one of the crossed straps, allowing it snap against your back. “This too.”

You look over your shoulder with a playful smile, “Of course.”

Cuffing the bottom of your bra you raise it up, allowing freedom to your soft set of mounds before Yoongi is fast in scoping both up with his hands before you could toss away the piece of clothing.

After disposing your athletic top his lips peppered along your shoulder blade.

“Now what?” You question while topping your hands over his.

“Lay down for me,” he directs with a loving slap to your right ass cheek, “face in the pillows.”

Cautiously, you kneel your way up the length of the bed, watching Yoongi who had walked over to a bag besides the dresser. He shuffles through its contents before pulling out a clear bottle with a rosé color top. Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion while pressing your cheek to the fluff of a pillow.

Reading into your quizzical look your boyfriend responds with a wink, “Amber and argan oil.” He teasingly shook the container while stepping closer to the bed.

“You brought massage oil?” You ask, stunned.

“Thought we’d try it out.” Yoongi shrugs, lifting the remainders of your hair off your back, clearing up his workspace.

You groan with satisfaction as Yoongi perches himself over your body, resting his ass on the back of your thighs. “Mmm, I fucking love you,” you giggle into the sheets.

The sound of the cap popping off the bottle arouses your ears and soon enough you feel the lukewarm drizzle down the base of your spine. Its lightweight aroma is subtle, but has a soothing sweet smell. 

Instantly your body melted into Yoongi’s fingertips, they diligently work the slippery liquid across your skin.

“I love you, too.” The smile is heard through his voice. He enjoys the way your back arches towards his hands, the way it chases his touch. He isn’t featherlight, his deft fingers are trained well against the taught muscles of your back, aiming to help un-knot you a bit.

His thumbs are quick to find the tightness along your shoulder blades, taking note to pay special attention to the areas with rigid and stressed muscles.

You deeply sigh into the pillow; eyes close comfortably in relaxation by Yoongi’s skillful digits.

A soft chuckle resounds from his chest, “you’re already moaning for me, babe?”

You nod your head, unashamed.

He watches the scattered goosebumps decorating your back appear and deplete in small fractions. Takes in your sun-kissed skin, the smooth gleam of oil slicking the surface. He smirks at your soft noises and the pleas that ask him to go softer or harder.

Boldly, Yoongi makes an effort to venture lower, dipping his hands into the waistband of your shorts. He rests the elastic below the swell of your ass, grabbing a firm handful of cheek in both palms.

You grumble in submission, not particularly upset with his choice of massage pattern.

Involuntarily, your body acts on its own accord. Arching yourself to further lift your bottom into his kneading hands.

“Careful, Y/n.” Yoongi spiritedly warns. “You’re going to make me hard if you keep that up.”

His thumbs hooked into the muscle of your exposed butt, applying a strong prod into the tenderness. You squirm under him, teeth trapping your bottom lip as a small mewl escapes your nose.

“Easy, easy!” He lets up, moving his hands to your hips. Running circles into your skin with the pads of his fingers, he continues to coax you. “I’m just trying to loosen you up.”

“I know. It feels good. It feels really good, Yoongi.” Huffing with a laugh, “I can’t believe how sore I am.”

Yoongi leans up, clutching his hands around your shoulders and casually dipping himself closer to you. “I can,” he whispers. Yoongi plants a small kiss between your shoulder blades, his hips leaning closer to the round of your ass. There you feel it – a slow drag along the crack of your cheeks of his hardening dick stuffed insides his shorts. He hums when you purposely push up to feel him more.

“I see that someone else also needs to loosen up a bit.”

Yoongi leaves room for you to spin in your spot. Once face-to-face he dips his head closer to yours, nudging your nose against his. “Maybe. Will you help me?”

Your hands raise the material of his shirt up his thin torso, watching Yoongi expertly yank it off in one swift movement.

“Of course, I’ll help you.”

Your smile met his lips with a soft peck that soon turns into a more heated make-out. Your tongue grinds against his just how his hips did into your pelvis.

Those nimble hands of yours traveled the expanse of his sides, legs raised for him to slot between. The kiss races into fervor, your fingers brush against his undercut, tugging at his thick locks and his fingers are desperate to tease your nipples. 

You missed this, you missed him.

“Hold on, let me grab a condom.” Yoongi detaches his lips from yours reluctantly, retrieving a foil pack from a nearby drawer.

Your tongue quickly swipes between your parted lips, watching with a craned neck at your boyfriend who exhausted no time clearing his shorts and slinking the rubber snug along his swollen length. With a few languid tugs at his cock he wiggles his eyebrows towards you. 

Whining almost pathetically, you rub your thighs together as you take his image in. Your boyfriend is handsome after all, you yearned to meet him many months ago because of your massive attraction to the way he looked. Learning to love him, and how dedicated and invested he is with parts of his life which make him happy – you being one of those things. 

You grow more attracted to his whole being, ethos and all. His intuition, spirit, and character as a whole is what draws you into him every time. He makes you feel normal and special at the same time. Yoongi has a way about him that always makes you think about how deep his mind actually can be, always surprising you when he opens up. 

Yoongi saunters back over to you, hands at your knees and running up the plane of your thighs to pull your bottoms off with your assistance.

“Wanna see how wet you are,” he rasps with the spread of your knees. Yoongi positions himself between your limbs, groaning when your slick glistens in the light. Inserting two fingers with little resistance, he listens to the high pitch breath that catches in your throat. With a thumb at your clit and two fingers knuckle deep – he sets a speedy pace.

You clench and unclench in unison to his pads stroking against the rough spongy area embedded in your walls. Yoongi stares at the rise and fall of your chest, the way your mouth parts with each soft moan. You’re beautiful and he knows it, but he wants you to know it – and feel it.  

The warm sensational build up lingers in the pit of your stomach, an all too familiar sign to tell you’re coming close to your peak. Yoongi smirks, noticing this behavior, if not by the way your legs wiggle more and the way your head tosses to the side, but also by the way your cunt tightens around his two slim digits.

“Yoongi –“

His name rolls off your tongue as lustful as ever, your hand latching around the wrist connected to the fingers that assault your in a blissful manner. With his unoccupied hand now holding your hips in place, he inclines his head closer to your core. He replaces his thumb with his mouth, matching the rhythm of his deft fingers.

You shutter underneath him, both hands carding his hair for purchase while waves of pleasure vibrated through your cunt and the expanse of your body. The cream gathering around his fingers made its way into his mouth, savoring your natural essence.

“Feel good?”

Breathlessly nodding your head, you drone at the loss of his fingers. You beam a hazy smile, the post orgasm paradise you swim in radiates off you. “Let me help you,” your arms stretch out to him.

Gladly, Yoongi careens closer, angling himself expertly so that the tip of his condom-covered cock dipped within your folds. Without dithering he pushes forward, sinking his cock in your wall-hugging slippery warmth. Inch by inch he disappears inside you, hitting the base of his pelvis against your clit. With arms snaked around your naked body he rests his head against your shoulder, turned enough to nip along your jawline.

His dick fills you up completely, deliciously. If it wasn’t for the slow shallow deep thrusts he gave your cunt, you’d be completely happy just holding him inside you for hours. In this position it was easy to grind himself into your clit, also easier to lock eyes with your flushed-out expressions.

The two of you exchange pleasurable moans that boosts another’s confidence. Audible noises that turned each other on even more, stroking your lustful pride that the both of you are fully enjoying the dirty act.

“Faster, please.” You match your hips up with his. Squelching noises fill the room with the snap of Yoongi’s thrusts. The wetter you get, the more tempting it is for Yoongi to ram straight into his your pretty cunt.

The jutting of his body scoots yours up with each stride, your legs locked around his waist and arms hooked around his back to anchor yourself. 

Sweat coats around his hairline, threatening to form droplets that eventually would escape his body. The summer night’s dry air hugs the two of you, rising temperatures amplifying your bodies. The smell of sex loiters in the room, no doubt. And you silently thank that famous engineer for inventing the air conditioner, the one that sat in the window to your right - you’re positive the both of you will rush straight to it after this intimacy ended. 

Between grunts, Yoongi whispers profanities. Swearing under his breath and murmuring dirty words into the shell of your ear. “Did you like my fingers in you?” “Like this cock deep inside you?” “You feel fuckin’ fantastic.” “I want to bury myself inside this pussy every night.” “I love you.”

Each sentence fills your mind, swirling your emotions and hormones. It is hot. You sang back your appeals, smiled wide as he sends your body into pleasure.

“Flip.” You request, hauling Yoongi enough to make him roll with you.

You settle atop him, dick still very much intact inside your body. Yoongi gazes at you with hooded eyes, his hair fanning around his head. The beat of his heart matched the same pace as your own, both panting for oxygen and running with the enjoyment your bodies are experiencing.

Bouncing on him with what little strength you still have, you fuck yourself on his swollen cock while Yoongi’s hands are gripping your waist like a vice. The bed squeaks under your weight, his head bobs along with your ministrations, Yoongi’s jagged breath warns you that you’re doing exactly what his body wants.

“Babe, I’m…“

“Me too.” You gasp once his thumb locks onto your clit again, drawing figure-eights quickly. Your walls squeeze around his tender length, body jerking with each ambitious dive of his cock into your cervix.

Yoongi’s head tosses back, brows furrowed in concentration while his bottom lip traps itself between his set of teeth. The erratic moment of your body convulsing on top of him made him lose it – draining himself in the condom with lewd moans and nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he chants with declaration. Mere seconds after his orgasm, you find your second one. A cry breaking free from your mouth, you rock yourself on his shaft throughout your fervent ride, arousal seeping all around his pubic hairs.

Leaning down, you kiss another between labored breaths, “Thank you so much.”

He snorts a laugh, holding you against his chest as his softening dick slips out from your spent hole. “You feel a bit better?”

“A lot better.”

As much as you love to cuddle against your boyfriend, the two of you became much more socially aware of how agonizingly sticky your bodies have become. Unenthusiastically, you peel yourself off the top of Yoongi, rolling yourself to your back. You stare senselessly at the air conditioner that mocks you, frowning about how far of reach it is from the bedside. 

“You think if we turn it on full blast, by the time we’re done with a shower it will be super cold in here?” Yoongi asks, sitting himself to the edge of the bed to carefully yank off the condom without spilling his seed. He looks over his shoulder to you, back and buttcrack exposed to your view and you couldn’t help but smirk fondly at him. 

“God, I hope so. I feel so disgusting right now.” 

Giving yourself enough recuperation time, the two of you finally lift yourselves off the bed, turn on the air conditioner and work your way to the bathroom. The brisk shower remains lukewarm, the sticky sweat washes away with soap sudz and water. Your boyfriend and you came back to a frigid bedroom, a perfect temperature to slink bodies together and canoodle another under the comfort of a blanket for the rest of the night. 

Rejuvenation at its finest, indeed.

Now that it’s Friday - a day before your tournament - you join the group along with the festivities taking hold at the beach front. You share a way-too-sweet customized coffee, some delicious chocolate dipped churros and apple fritters with Yoongi. Battle Haru and Hoseok with the water-shooting contest and also were able to pick out a few hand-made beaded bracelets to gift to your entire party. 

Jungkook and Yoongi went head to head at being the winner with the highest score on the dunk tank, earning one of the larger stuffed purple koalas. To your amusement, and Jungkook’s ego, he gifts you the prize after rubbing his victory in Yoongi’s face. 

“He does it on purpose, Yoongi.” your arm linking around his, watching Hoseok share a singular strawberry malt with Haru between two straws. A corny-coupley thing that you find cute. 

Yoongi tips his hat forward, rubbing his nose quickly to act as if he wasn’t bothered. “I let him win that.” 

“Right,” you peck his shoulder with a kiss. “You reacting the way you do only compels him to continue.” 

“Yeah, one day he’s going to get it,” he pouts, turning over to look at you with a concerned look. “Can’t have him thinking he has any chance.” 

You bite back a smile, squeezing his arm tighter to your body. “Never. Kook isn’t my type.”

“And what is?”

“You,” you coo, grabbing hold of Yoongi for a kiss now to his lips. “Your voice, eyes, that gummy smile of yours.”

“Irrelevant.” Yoongi smirks, nudging you forward toward a booth with swinging basketball hoops. 

“That deep sexy voice of yours, especially in the mornings when I wake up next to you.” You continued to list more things off despite Yoongi’s pleas for you to stop. “I even have a thing for…” you look down his front with a playful smile, wiggling your eyebrows at him. 

“Enough, enough!” he laughs, shaking his head at your ridiculousness. 

Even though from the outside it never seems like Yoongi enjoys attention, compliments, or too many loads of love - you know he appreciates everything positive you say about him. 

“But, what I like most,” Yoongi pays a staff member a few dollars for his shot at the game. You watch his first throw, sinking the ball straight into the moving basket that is purposely bent to rig the game. “The way you are very genuine about everything. You wear your heart on your sleeve. How you can’t hide your fond expressions when someone you care for does something endearing. When you shy away from affection but secretly crave it.”

Yoongi turns his head to look you in the eyes, even with puzzlement dressing his soft face you can see the wonder lurking in his sharp eyes. He shuffles his basketball between his hands anxiously, anticipating your next words. 

“You have one of the most kindest of hearts I have ever had the privilege of getting to know. And I love you.” 

With another flick of his wrist his ball goes to the air, bouncing against the backboard of the moving basket and lulls itself into the hoop. You see the bob of his Adam's apple, a slight furrow of his brow, but what you can’t realize is how your words truly affect him. You live with the comfort knowing that Yoongi has a hard way of expressing his emotions, the thoughts in his mind that race in and out can not form coherent sentences to explain what he is feeling. 

Managing to score four out of the five throws, Yoongi alternatively wins a prize from the top shelf. His hand skims the small of your back, drawing you closer to his side as he requests you to pick one to your liking. You point at a stuffed flamingo, excitement runs through you when the item turns out much more softer to the touch than what it looks like - much like your boyfriend who now stares down at you with precaution. 

“I love you, too.” he mutters, a small coy smile spreading across his lips. 

You had practiced one last time with Maggie before the tournament day, during which Yoongi and Hoseok managed to snag in more volleyball learning without your notice. Even this time they had Haru and Jungkook to help with learning, and surprisingly Yoongi had caught on to the game fairly fast. Even shocking Hoseok with the way Yoongi became a very strong setter with lack of experience. Something about Yoongi with his hands made everything come a bit natural. 

You try - try - your best to go to bed at a decent hour that night, considering that you had to wake up and check-in to your tournament by eight in the morning, set up your canopy and figure out which court you’d be playing on. It was hard to fall asleep at a reasonable hour no thanks to Hoseok’s obnoxiously loud laughter and sputtering words that broke through even the heaviest set of walls. Not even the hush of the air conditioner blowing cold air on high could overcome the harsh vocals of tipsy Hoseok. 

Thankfully, your boyfriend who checks on you a few times within the early night solves the problem of the loud outbursts emitting from the living area of the house. Mainly after the death glare you had shot him with only out of annoyance and a curse under your breath saying “i’m going to fuckin’ murder Hobi if he doesn’t shut the hell up.” 

It was quiet after that and the moment your body found solitude to drift itself into slumber it was comforted by the warmth of Yoongi’s arm slinking around your waist, drawing your body against his as his warm breath fans out of his nose into the back of your neck. 

Your eyes remain shut until the blurting noise from your cell phone awoken you in the morning. 

Now you find yourself in your first match, first set against an opposing team. The air runs from the ocean, a cool breeze before the hot summer sun decides to warm up the sand below your feet. Pool play usually is hit or miss, sometimes a random good team would dominate the other teams in the pool, and luckily you were that very team. 

As the day runs, both you and Maggie go against the other four teams - coming out on top in each match, besides one where the teams split wins. You’re feeling great, Maggie and you become a massive threat towards nearby courts, people knowing who may be the future competition once pool play is over and the winning teams advanced to the next level. 

During the middle of your games, your party finally joined Maggie’s boyfriend under the tent, in favor to help support you to the fullest. It makes you happy to see your favorite humans watch you do well, a boost of confidence always spiking when you can hear the loudest cheers from the sideline knowing damn well it was your good friends rooting you on. 

Tip-toeing along the hot sand side-by-side with Maggie, you run over to give Yoongi a quick hug as you collapse yourself on his seat. “Slept in later than expected?” You tease, noting the time on your watch. 

Yoongi ticks his head towards the youngest who had found purchase in a lounge chair, beach blanket covering his body, “He got a bit more wasted than he expected. Took Hobi and I three different styles of waking his ass up.” 

“And what was the solution?” You laugh with the twist of your water bottle cap, graciously taking a well deserved swig of fresh water. 

“Titty-twisters.” 

You hear a subtle groan from under the blanket of which Jungkook lays, earning a chuckle from the crowd around him. 

“I see,” you snuggle yourself closer into Yoongi’s embrace. “Guess Jungkook doesn’t have it in him to dance with me tonight after the tourney...” 

“Wait - no! I’m fine!” He jumps up, blanket falling off abruptly to unveil the round, red, puffy, sleepless eyes of Jungkook. They wince due to the sunlight bouncing off the surroundings, hair array every way possible. “We’re dancing!” 

“Get more rest and some tylenol in you before even thinking about going to the bar tonight.” You scold, tossing him a random snack from the side pocket of your duffle bag. “And start eating some non-greasy things.” 

Both Maggie and you had finished your lengthy beach tournament; ending up losing in the finals against one of the recurring top teams known to play at this competition. It was close of course, only losing by a few point differentials but it didn’t matter to either one of you at that point in the day because second place has been the farthest the two of you ever had come in the years of playing in this tournament. After surpassing through the semifinals, the two of you were content with whichever outcome you had coming. 

And hey, you guys still won some cash prizes for being in second seat!

After packing up your canopy, riding back to your temporary vacation home to wash up and take a small nap before heading out for the night, you had promised the entire group that you’d take care of tonight's bill and urged the drinkers to go buckwild. 

Poseidon’s pub and nightclub is one of the top hotspots in this area, great live bands every weekend with two different decks and three separate bars, this establishment was your top priority to show off to your friends. By the time your party shows up to the club it’s blasting out loud pop music and flashing lights all around. 

Jungkook, who had slept off his previous night’s hangover, has been completely recuperated and is ready for another night of binge drinking. Hoseok and Haru were first at the nearest bar, darting over to grab a handful of shots to start up the night with courtesy of handing over your card to the bartender for the tab. Yoongi holds you close throughout the waves of bodies dancing and lingering around the floor, your eyes set to your phone as you text Maggie that you had arrived and hope to see her - eventually. 

It wasn’t long until everyone found their inspiration to party, exhaustion aside and now jitters coursing through your body like fireworks, perhaps it was thanks to the alcohol sinking into your system. Bioluminescence lights glisten off the top of your boyfriend's hair in which you run your fingers through, reflecting off just how it did to everyones; his dark sharp-cut eyes even darker with the lighting around him. He smells of fresh aftershave, a minty aroma tingling your nose as you drive your face into the crook of his neck. 

You two enjoy a slow grind to the current song, swinging your hips in sync with another’s, hands never daring to leave each other’s body. Yoongi milked his beers after the first round of shots, tried claiming that liquor before beer you’re in the clear, until Jungkook slides the two of you each a larger drink; a bright red concoction of something massively fruity with a single cherry topping above the ice. 

“It’s called the Red Devil! Haru had one, I had one, now it’s your turn! It’s so good!” Jungkook yells above the music between the two of you, slinking his body against Yoongi and you due to the small areas between other bodies. Jungkook practically shoves a glass into your lips, the other in front of Yoongi’s chest, forcing the two of you to separate enough to clutch each glass. 

“It smells like shit.” Yoongi grimaces, mouth turning downwards into a harsh frown. 

You on the other hand, have no choice but to taste the alcoholic drink because of the clink of the glass against your teeth. It was sweet at first, an indistinctive flavor touching your tongue, causing you to inspect the red liquid as you ponder. Until you see the wide smile from Jungkook, teeth beaming towards you with a mischievous grin. That’s when you notice the tang of flavor spikes, an after taste of cinnamon practically burning its way down your esophagus. 

Coughing, you push the glass back to Jungkook, eyes slightly watering from the sudden flavor. “Oh god, you know I can’t handle spicy shit. That thing is vile!” 

“It’s called Red Devil for a reason!” He laughs, taking the drink back and gulping down a portion of it. At this point Jungkook is going to revisit another nasty hangover in the morning, but you can’t blame him for enjoying his vacation to the fullest. 

Yoongi pushes the glass back to Jungkook, “Give it to Hobi, I'm not drinking this.” 

Infuriating enough, the youngest pushes the glass back, “you give it to him. It’s about time I get my dance with Y/n anyways. You’ve been hogging her all night.” 

“She’s my girlfriend!”

It’s possible that the larger crowd and uncountable ounces of alcohol that Jungkook has taken, causes him to be much more bolder, brasher than usual. He ignores the glare Yoongi sends his way, especially when Jungkook steps between the two of you; back now facing Yoongi. 

You raise your eyebrows at Yoongi, shrugging into your sentence, “Just one song. I’ll come right back to you. I did promise him I'd dance with him.” 

Yoongi doesn’t stay mad too long, but now both of his hands occupy glasses of an unfavorable drink as he walks away to search for Hoseok. He knows Jungkook is just going to pester them the rest of the night if he refuses to allow it and a dance isn’t harmful at all. Even when he perches himself against the wall besides Hoseok and Haru, eyes watching you stare back at him with a smile. 

“You going to pick up any of these people around us?” You question Jungkook who gyrates around you to the new upbeat flow of music. It’s more cluby now, the song switches between motions of fast pace and a slow break down during the chorus, Jungkook perfectly matching the synergy of the music. You glance over at Yoongi a handful of times, shaking your head at Jungkook’s perky dance moves and laughing with the amusement that dresses his face. 

“Actually, I have one coming back with us already - if that’s cool.” Jungkook swings your body around, his front now facing your back. He places his chin on your shoulder as he scans the bodies dancing around. “Long black hair, mini skirt, nine o’clock.” 

“Oh, i’m impressed, you’re a fast worker.” You laugh, spinning back around in place. You push Jungkook softly against his chest, “I expect you to go dance with them instead of me.” 

Jungkook pouts, hair falling short in front of his eyes from bopping his head, “but I have a vendetta with Yoongi, gotta get in my daily annoyance. Plus you’re fun to dance with.” 

“You really do enjoy messing with him.”

Jungkook nods excitedly, eyes scanning the perimeter until he spots the dark haired elder leaning against the wall staring straight back at him. He takes both of your hands in his, raises them up to make kissy noises against each of your knuckles as he laughs along with you. The second Yoongi pushes himself off the wall, Jungkook snaps his head back towards you, bids you farwell and rushes himself through the crowd towards his new acquaintance.

You match Yoongi’s trudges, meeting up with him halfway before he could go any further towards Jungkook. By the look on his face you can tell he was ready to show his dongsaeng who’s boss. 

“Ya know, you’re kind of cute when you get jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.” Yoongi rebukes. 

“Are you mad?”

Looking over Yoongi’s features, his posture remained relaxed but his eyes looked like they were burning holes into the back of Jungkook’s head. “Nah. I just think Jungkook wants to play. It’s funny, honestly. Just don’t tell him that. I’ll just let him believe that i’m mad.” 

His hands lock themselves around your waist, drawing you in closer to his frame. “If anything,” Yoongi latches his lips to yours, “he’s the one who’s jealous. He can’t have you.” 

Soft moans escape through Yoongi’s parted mouth, lips slightly trembling with pleasure building up within his body. You hollow your mouth as much as possible, dipping your head as far down as you could take him before your gag reflex threatens to betray you. Saliva accumulated around the base of his cock, your free hand wraps around the skin you couldn’t fit inside of your mouth just to help add sensations to his entire length. 

It was early, you can see the subtle light leaking through the crack of the curtains of your room; light chirping of seagulls out in the distance along with the winds banging against the chimes outside on the deck. Yoongi’s hand assists with holding your hair up as your head towers his cock, bobbing it up and down beneath the covers. 

The two of you did sleep quite well once you got home, even managing to ignore the random bumps and noises coming out of Jungkook’s neighboring room - he did end up taking that random person back home. 

Though you couldn’t get as drunk as you’d like between the tiredness your body has already undergone, holding Haru’s hair back from puking her stomach out in the club’s bathroom and dealing with a much more drunken Yoongi. Once you rallied up your troops you closed your tab, called a cab and headed home for the night. 

“S-suck harder.” Yoongi begs you in a whisper, cock twitching inside your mouth. 

You slurp, hard, on your next drag up his length. Yoongi inhales sharply, fist tightening within your hair and hips bucking up to chase your mouth. He was coming close to unfolding himself into you, visions of dressing your mouth with his white hot cum rushing through his mind. 

By introducing your free hand to his balls you earn a low guttural groan from Yoongi. Massaging them gently within your palm as you tease your tongue right under the head of his dick. He chokes on his words, hand abruptly forcing your head down to take his cock deeper as he empties himself deep in your throat. 

After swallowing what you can, you wipe your lips off with the back of your hand; other hand lazily tugging Yoongi’s softening cock. You smile up at him. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles, voice croaky. 

He was half asleep when you began to suck your boyfriend off but now you were sure he had become wide awake. 

“I’m sorry I woke you.” 

“I can’t complain.” He smiles lazily, eyes closing as he embraces his post orgasm state. 

Climbing up the side of his body, you card yourself into his arm as you snuggle closer with the blanket. Yoongi looks so at ease with the moment even with the disheveled bed head he’s rocking and puffy cheeks. 

His hand slowly rubs against your back in a soothing pattern, fingers featherlight with each tender stroke. 

“Do you want me to make you some coffee?” You offer, knowing well that Yoongi needed some substance other than alcohol to enter his system. 

Yoongi shakes his head, deciding to curl himself up against you instead, “No, not right now. I just want to stay like this.” 

You weren’t sure how long the two of you remained in each other's embrace, Yoongi quickly fell back asleep against you. The soft pitter-patters of feet outside your room notified you that somebody - probably Hoseok - was up and shuffling his way to the kitchen. Silently, you slip yourself out of Yoongi’s arms and throw on a pair of shorts so you weren’t walking around in just a shirt and underwear. 

“Morning,” you chirp as you enter the kitchen, seeing Hoseok staring at the coffee machine as it drains itself into his awaiting mug. He grumbles his acknowledgment, clearly a bit cranky.

“Jungkook keep you up?” 

“No.” Hoseok sighs, rubbing his hands over his sleep-crusted eyes, “Haru wouldn’t stop crying. She kept saying how sorry she was for throwing up and was worried that she would spend the entire day in bed with a hangover.” 

You voice an ‘oh’ as you place your own mug to the coffee machine after Hoseok takes his in hand, wrapping around the island counter to sit on one of the stools. 

“What time did you manage to sleep?”

“Six.” 

The automatic clock hung on the kitchen wall and flashed a few minutes after eight. You clench your teeth together and you see Hoseok nod in affirmation. “Yeah.” 

You pat Hoseok on the back after grabbing your fresh coffee before shagging his hair up, “Try to get a nap sometime today. I think Jungkook wanted to go to the beach again after hitting up a few shops, you’re more than welcome to come along.” 

“I had already told Yoongi I'd help him with something but we’ll meet you guys at the beach!” 

Before leaving to go back to your room and hand over the cup of coffee to Yoongi, you give Hoseok a confused look. He avoids your eyes, averting his own to the magazines scattered around the counter. 

“You literally have twenty minutes before Y/n comes back here with Jungkook. He’s been trying to stall her as much as possible.” Hoseok warns Yoongi as he stomps his way through the sand and back to the court, hands rubbing the extra sun-screen across his skin. 

“I shouldn’t have drank so much last night.” Yoongi frowns at the volleyball in his hands; he stands at one endline and waits for Hoseok to walk on the court on the other side.

Haru, who also is suffering from too much intoxication, holds her own as a setter between the two courts, ducking herself beneath the net everytime the ball gets sent over. As long as Yoongi and Hoseok maintained control of the ball they could pass it to her zone so she didn’t have to do as much work. 

They play a game, not massively competitive, but enough to get warmed up before you come back for Yoongi’s surprise. He has worked incredibly hard in secrecy. Also, Hoseok proved himself as a decent volleyball coach in the making. 

“Burn it off. I saw you chug a good amount of water already. Work through it and you’ll sober up.”

“I just don’t want to be a complete ass when I play with her.” The sun beams down hard from above; Yoongi’s hat, arms, and feet burn from the contact of the extra exposure. He made sure to apply his own sunscreen at least three separate times ever since he’s been outside, and as much as he loathes the heat and unbearable humidity, he still chooses to play the sport you love most. 

Yoongi serves the ball enough to lollipop the ball over the net in Hoseok’s vicinity. They practice, all three of them, enough to rally the volleyball around. Yoongi still has his moments where he refuses to bend his knees for a pass, insisting that the ball was ‘too high’ for his liking. But what surprises Hoseok the most is Yoongi’s ability to jump fairly high in the sand, it must be the basketball skills that help him perform much better. 

In the middle of a play the group hears a yell from afar. As they turn, they see Jungkook waving his hands in the air with a cheerful smile in the distance, bags in each hand swing aimlessly with his movements. “We’re here!” he screams across the beach, ignoring all the curious bystander’s stares. 

You trail behind Jungkook, tugging the cooler on wheels behind you. Even as you walk towards the courts, your head tilts left and right like a puppy trying to understand what you think you had just seen. Did you see what you think your eyes saw? Is your boyfriend standing in the open sun, on a volleyball court, with a volleyball in his hands right now?

“What are you doing?” You question Yoongi as you step closer, plopping down the cooler under the pitched tent. You’re befuddled, looking between Haru, Hoseok and Yoongi as you try to process any ideas on what is actually going on. 

“I wanted to surprise you.” Yoongi, who now seems incredibly embarrassed with his hand rubbing the back of his neck, spoke softly towards you. 

You smirk with joy, touched that Yoongi has gone out of his way, out of his comfort, to surprise you with a sweet gesture. “Where did you? How? When did you learn?” 

“Hobi’s been helping me a little, i’m not great, but i’m alright.” 

Running over to hug your boyfriend, you giggle into his chest. “This is the cutest thing, I don’t even know what to say.” 

“Say ‘Heads or Tails’.” 

“What?” You turn to look at Jungkook who holds a coin in his hand, prepping it to flip in the air.

“You and Yoongi verses Hobi and I.” He smiles wide, tossing the coin up high into the air. “Call it!”

In unison both Yoongi and you declare tails, and as the coin is caught and flipped in Jungkook’s hand, it reveals that very end. 

“We’ll take recieve.” You chime in, excited with the way Yoongi challenges Jungkook with playful banter. 

Enthusiastically, the groups plant themselves on opposite sides. Whispering small strategies and goals. You tell Yoongi to aim for Hoseok, keep it away from Jungkook, mainly because Jungkook was the stronger hitter of the two. Haru sat in the shade, choosing to be the referee and scorekeeper. 

The game started off light, a few points given to another over silly mistakes and miscommunications. Yoongi shys away from the ball most of the time, thinking you should take most balls because of your experience and that you were generally better at the game. If it wasn’t for you yanking his arm to make him snap out of whatever trance he was in, he’d probably end up letting a ball drop two feet in front of him. 

He was nervous after all, he wants to play well. 

It wasn’t until Hoseok started scuffing up some small trash-talk through the net, more like a taunt towards Yoongi, a tactic to see if Yoongi would step up his game. 

And it was working. 

Especially after Hoseok discusses openly how Yoongi only does well when he’s being bossed around. A small inside joke only the two of the men understood. But what had tilted Yoongi the most was once Jungkook pitched in, adding his own form of toxicity in the mix. Which they all knew would be one thing… using you as leverage to piss Yoongi off.

“Y/n and I had so much fun earlier today. We shared some snacks together, went in a few clothing stores where Y/n tried on a few nice pieces…” 

You roll your eyes, sighing as you look over to Yoongi who stares straight into Jungkook. “Here we go again,” you mutter to yourself.

The next play felt more intense, you even noticed Yoongi stepping closer towards you to pick up the ball more than normal. He wants the ball, he wants to do something with it. 

Yoongi continuously aimed his hits towards Hoseok, nothing too hard, but it was noticeable how he was favoring his spikes towards his roommate. That alone motivated Jungkook to tease Yoongi some more, “Can’t hit at me now? Are you scared or something?” 

The fun laughs and giggles turned into grunts and pants, both you and Yoongi work hard on your side of the court, and you love every second of the heated game that blazed along the summer heat. Jungkook manages to swing very hard, directing his spike right in front of you, but you had just enough time to stick your arm out and pass the ball up before it lands. 

Yoongi rushes over, a dive with his foot, kicking the ball up high enough for you to pass the ball deep into Jungkook’s corner. The youngest scurries himself quickly across the sand, almost colliding with Hoseok in the process. He saves the ball from landing, freeballing it back over to Yoongi’s area. 

“Go outside!” You yell towards Yoongi after he passes the ball high enough for you to square yourself up by the net. 

The pass, the set, the entire momentum of the play came out pristine and this was the golden opportunity for Yoongi to show off his skills. Jungkook sees the chance Yoongi is about to make and runs himself up to the net and readying himself to block Yoongi’s oncoming hit as Hoseok adjusts his positioning in the back court. 

Both men jump, Yoongi winding his arm back to fling it forward, snapping his wrist on top of the ball the moment his hand came in contact with it. He angles his swing, cutting the direction of the ball to the open area just inside the ten-foot line that remained uncovered. 

In the process of the hit, Jungkook leaps himself up, arms raised high in an attempt to block the spike. He does manage to block the direct path of the volleyball… but with his face instead. 

The volleyball smacks hard into Jungkook’s face, cutting straight down into his side of the net as Jungkook stumbles back to save the ball from completely falling, but fails as he lands on the ground. His nose quickly turns red from impact, scrunching his face as his hands cover the sore appendage. 

Both you and Hoseok sputter out words, asking Jungkook if he’s alright as he locks eyes with Yoongi. Yoongi stands stunned at the incident, eyes wide and mouth gaping as Jungkook smiles back at him after making sure his nose wasn’t bleeding. 

“Guess I deserve that, huh?” 

Yoongi shrugs, holding his hand out for Jungkook to help lift himself up, “Yeah, probably.” The two of them laugh it off, shaking the sand from their bodies. 

Before ending the game and walking back to the shade of the tent, Yoongi pulls you in for a hug, kissing your temple. “Told you he was gonna get it.”

“Yoongi!” you scold with a laugh, shaking your head in disapproval yet he knows you find it enjoyable. 

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[hypnomicimagines]

❣️Camping Trip❣️[Jinguji Jakurai]❣️

You had never thought you’d go on a camping trip with your doctor boyfriend.

It just didn’t seem like the type of thing Jakurai would be interested in though you did know he enjoyed fishing immensely, and his two Matenrō teammates had also tagged along upon your boyfriends invitation. You didn’t really mind hanging out with them since they were rather amusing to listen to, Doppo especially leaving you entertained even if you feel sympathetic towards the poor mans work woes. Much of the trip was spent talking animatedly with him, listening to him curse his boss as his poor luck caused him to only fish up boots while the blonde one, Hifumi, continued to reel them in like he was Poseidon himself. Casting quick glances over at Jakurai as you improve your own fishing game reveals he looks quite content with everyone getting along, and you knew how happy it made him that you’d agreed to come with despite your aversion to being out in the wilderness.

Your favorite part of the night was approaching, the time when the two of you would finally have the chance to be alone.

He’d packed quite a bit of blankets for the two of you to make a wonderful love nest, knowing you hated sacrificing your creature comforts for camping. You hadn’t wanted to go in the first place but the chance to spend time with him was far too tempting, especially since you got to see him very sparingly during the week. You had known what you were signing up for when you’d started to date a doctor, of all professions, but you still missed him every night you had to go to sleep without him. You knew it made his heart ache to think of how lonely you were without him around which is why days off were so often spent together, but ever since Matenrō had been formed, he had to split his attention in a few different ways. Luckily, you got along splendidly with his teammates (as he knew you would) so it made it a little less strenuous to find the bonding time for all three of you, and you couldn’t say you disliked being considered part of his squad.

“Comfortable enough?” Jakurai broke you from your thoughts as he crawled into the tent, having to bend comically low in the entrance due to his height; you’d seen him slam his head into a doorframe at least twice as he seemed to forget how tall he truly was from time to time, an endearing trait that made you love him all the more. It didn’t stop him from being embarrassed when you asked to kiss his bruise better, giggling about how you enjoyed being the one to take care of him when he allowed it.

“I am.” You sunk deeper under the covers, looking over at the spot laid out for him. “The boys settled in? I heard a lot of yelling as they tried to set their tent up.”

“…They worked it out.” Jakurai is wearing a fond, amused smile that just makes you want to kiss him, and you needily hold out your arms to signal you’d like him to do so. He does so without you having to ask twice, quite happy to have had such a full day that ended with him in the arms of his beloved. The only time he ever felt like he got a truly restful sleep is when he fell asleep next to you, his dreams pleasant, as if he was living in a world where he had no worries. He would have continued on with his romantic thoughts, thinking about how much your presence had improved his life, thinking about how hard his heart beats every time he thinks of getting down on one knee for you, but it seemed you had other things on your mind.

“Jakurai,” You hummed out to break him from his reverie, lips gliding against his collar bone, an area you knew he liked you to pay attention to, “You looked so pretty out at the fire tonight. How can I resist you when we’re pressed up so close to each other?”

Jakurai generally managed to keep his cool but when you were being bold like this he felt something else taking over, his body suddenly becoming more sensitive to your touch as your fingers trail down the thin nightshirt he was wearing. You hear his sharp intake of breath as you lift up the hem of his shirt, fingers brushing against his happy trail as you slowly slid your hand into his pants. You’re all too aware that any loud noises would likely awaken Hifumi and Doppo but you quickly push those thoughts aside knowing your boyfriend would do his best to keep his noises between the two of you. You would drink in every moan or groan he offered you, licking your lips at the very thought of him falling apart just for you.

Jakurai whispered your name in your ear in a fashion unlike him, breathy, needy, asking for more; he had moved so that you had easier access and you were surprised he didn’t put up more of a fight. It seemed he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, embarrassment be damned if the two of you were to be caught in the act. His eyes fluttered shut as you wrapped your hand around his hardening length, mouth starting to leave an array of hickeys on his neck as you set a deliberately slow pace. He had more self-control than you gave him credit for, taking the teasing pace you set without complaint, stilling his hips so he didn’t give you the exact reaction you wanted by bucking into your hands.

“You’re so beautiful,” He mumbled, kissing the top of your head; he lets out a deep groan when you squeeze his dick a little tighter, thumb running over the tip to smear pre-cum over the entirety of his length.

“I’ve got my hand down your pants, I’m ravishing you, and you think ‘beautiful’?”

“Of course,” He’s not sure what point you’re trying to make, “Everything about you is beautiful but if you’d like to me to use the term ‘sexy’, it fits as well.”

“Hearing sexy come out of your mouth is oddly satisfying if not a bit weird.”

Jakurai let out another strangled moan when you started to move your hand faster, turning on his side and pressing a finger under your chin to get you to look up at him. You can barely make out his face in the dark tent but you know he’s hungrily looking at your lips, wanting nothing more than for you to kiss him while you continue to jerk him off. He wiggled out of his pajama shorts and removed the covers so he didn’t make a mess of them, sighing softly as you cuddled up even closer to him before your lips reconnected. He wanted more, more than what your hand could offer him though he debated on how selfish it’d be to stop your pleasurable actions now; he knew you enjoyed it when he let you take care of him but it wasn’t in his nature to do so without giving back, and when it was an activity that the two of you could easily enjoy…

“My love,” Jakurai removed your hand from his dick, ignoring the confused noise you let out and crashing his lips against yours again. “Let me…!”

“Listen here, Dr. Jinguji!” You hadn’t meant to raise your voice so loud and you were partly worried you’d woken the other two up, listening carefully and only hearing the sound of the nearby lake, bugs, and distant snoring. You had rolled over to straddle Jakurai, your warmth rubbing against him; you had only worn a long nightshirt to bed and having decided to seduce him early that day, you hadn’t bothered to put on a pair of underwear. “You’re gonna lay there and take it. You give to me all the time, so let me be in control for once.”

“Ah, so that’s what this is about.” Jakurai placed his hands on your hips, rubbing slow circles into your soft skin, once again exercising his self-control so he didn’t buck his hips up to create the friction he was desperate for. “I am at your mercy.”

That was like music to your ears, and you were sure to show the good doctor how good he could feel when he just let you take the reins.

[mariamermaid]

Savage

Luke Castellan x Fem Reader

Words: 7.3k

Summary: Born as a child from the God Janus and a young witch, you had a good life hidden away from all the stress, demigods have usually to face. However, when your mother decides to go through a longer trip in Asia, in order to ban a demon, you´re shipped to the half-blood camp.

A/N: Inspired by the song “Savage” by Bahari. I actually wanted to write this for so loongg, however I´m not too familiar with the Percy Jackson fandom, so no judging please ;)

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, implied smut

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The sun was already rising, you had awoken late, in the early afternoon. The apartment laid in silence, but you immediately knew that something was wrong. You felt the vibrations, the breath of another being here. Not wasting any time, you jumped out of your bed and twirled to get dressed. Then trying to be as quiet as possible, you walked down the stairs. However, when you saw Chiron, the obnoxious leader of the half-blood camp, you relaxed again. He wasn´t a threat to you.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn´t you knock before entering?” He was sat at the table in the dinning area, which was separated from the kitchen by a thin wall with a large window. The kitchen counter was half filled by plants and glass bottles of potions. Long plants hung from the ceiling and a huge shelf held various spices and ingredients for potions and spells. He sat there peacefully, waiting for your arrival.

He was cloaked by his normal centaur figure, sitting there as a normal looking man. You felt the crying from the crystal around his neck that tried so hard to disguise him. A rather sad attempt at modern magick.

“Y/n, so nice to see you again.” You rolled your eyes at his empty greeting. “I asked you a question.”

“A real pleasure.” He repeated and eyed you through the open window to the kitchen area, where you just made a tea. “I´m gonna ask you one more time; what do you want? Don´t test my patience.” You growled and threw a mad look at him while continuing to heat the water. “The last time I´ve seen you, you were just a little girl.” The spoon you had just fetched, fell to the ground. You didn´t want to hear his well thought speech and a wind began to play. The kettle of the water began to whistle as strands of your hair flew back and several knives from the kitchen counter, started lifting off the ground as well. They hovered in the air in front of Chiron, who tried his best to act not too surprised. You raised your eyebrow at him, waiting. He tried his best to hide his surprise, but your powers outstood everything he had seen before. No wonder it had taken so long to find you…

“Your mother isn´t here.”

“She´ll be back soon.”

“You´re not an adult, you know what that means? In order to ensure your protection, we need to bring you to the camp.”

The knives slowly flew back and the spoon from the ground came into your fingers again. “I don´t need your protection.” Finally, he stood up and came to the counter. You had only seen him a few times as a child, but his movement didn´t seem as fluent. He wasn´t used to the human body. “I know, but this isn´t my decision. The gods have decided so, you´re father wants you there, at least until your birthday.”

“My father doesn´t know what��s best for me, he doesn´t know me.” You sighed and sipped from your tea. “And I don´t need him, I´m not one of your fosterlings, I don´t need his or your recognition.”

***

It wasn´t your decision and you knew, you just couldn´t take the anger from the gods on you.

“I think you´ll like it here, maybe you even make some friends.” Chiron explained as he led you through the gates to the camp. The tall trees offered protection and you felt the invisible wall as you entered. Chiron´s figure appeared back to his centaur and he grew above you. He seemed to relax as well now. You knew it wouldn´t be too hard to sneak away, the wall protection spell was simple to break. But even you had to admit, the nature was indeed beautiful. You lived with your mother in an apartment in New York, but you were a witch, the nature was just a part of you. But all you could do now was hope that the next weeks would pass quickly.

“This is Percy, son of Poseidon, he´ll show you around. Percy was your age and even you had heard a few stories from his adventures, and he held out his hand. You took it rather pressured to do so. He greeted you and smiled brightly. He was a little taller than you, not much with dark brown hair and greenish eyes. He starred at you, then blinked until he finally greeted you. “Hi, I´m Percy.” You only nodded; he knew your name anyway. Chiron exchanged looks with Percy, you knew what they meant; keep an eye on her. But Percy was way too focused on admiring you. You always had a certain presence, blessed by witches and cursed by gods. You were an usual companion as a half god, you didn´t meet their standards, you completely crushed them.

I am the sun

You know you need me

You make it burn

“So, I heard you´re the daughter of Janus?” Percy had unsuccessfully tried to make some small talk and you had always given a bored answer, however he was determined not to give up. The son of Poseidon was ambitious, even you had to admit, but for your taste he was too devoted to the gods liking. You nodded silently as you walked through the different cabins in the camp. “I actually don´t know much about him.” “He´s not an active member of the Olympic.” You explained shrugging. “What does he do again?” You couldn´t overhear Percy´s slight arrogance. With a father as famous as his, he had a clear reputation. “He´s the good of doors, beginnings, transitions and time.” “And do you have siblings?” “Not that I know of.” Percy chuckled. “I don´t want to bum you, but you probably have a sibling somewhere.” He paused to wait for an action, but you kept quiet. “I have a brother myself, didn´t know about him as well.” “Tyson, I know.” Percy furrowed his brows. “You know, how?” “I´ve met him in a bar.” Percy stopped so abrupt, you almost laughed. “What?”

You grinned devilishly; they were all so innocent to you. “Nothing special, we just shared a beer while I waited for a vampire friend of mine.” “You have a vampire friend?!” Now even Percy sounded truly surprised. They were all advised to keep away from any other mythological creatures. “I wouldn´t necessarily call him a friend; he´s more an associate.”

It was your time to smile innocently at him and fluttered your eyelashes, then you shook your head, clearly amused by his confusion. You were so different from the other half gods, so independent and self-assure. Usually when people joined the camp, they are all unsure of who they are and where they´re from.

You sighed and pulled out a metal container of cigarettes. “You don´t mind, do you?”

“That kills you, you know that?”

You leaned forward as you light your cigarette, then took a puff before whispering in his ear. “This place kills me.”

If you take too much

Don´t get addicted

 You had been at the camp for almost two days, it was dead boring. You pleased to eat alone, usually you took the food and left the cabin to ate at the lake. Many tried to approach you at first, but after some hard rejections, they all slowly left you alone. Annabeth still tried to talk you into training with her, you only smiled and shook your head. It was on your third day, when you peacefully read a book and several boys started sword fighting right in front of you. The arena had been quiet, so you had assumed to have some peace. You were wrong.

Percy tagged along with them and he waved at you, you only smiled politely and then concentrated back on your book. “History of the salem witches, from covens and cults.”

“You know they´re doing this for you?” You almost jumped at the sudden voice from behind you, it was a new voice. You turned to find a young, blonde man behind you. He had high cheekbones and icy blue eyes. “Too bad I won´t give them attention.”

He nodded. “Too bad.”

You grew interested and the feeling of knowing him crept on you. But you didn´t ask.

“Why don´t you train with them?”

“It´s boring to always win.” You let out a rough chuckle. “Sounds cocky.”

“If you say so.” He stood up from the rows of benches and left the arena, you watched him cautiously. When you turned back, Percy made his way to you.

“What did he say to you?” He sounded harsh and truly worried.

“Who is he?” Percy let out a nervous laugh. “That´s Luke, Luke Castellan.”

“Son of Hermes? That explains a lot.” You exclaimed and continued to stare at the direction, he had just disappeared.  “He´s was granted asylum here.” Percy further exclaimed, he seemed very worried. But you barely listened until he grabbed your wrist. “Y/n, you might not be a fan of this camp, but stay away from him, he´s bad.”

 ´Cause I´m gonna fade you like a rush

Is that blood on me or blush?

So what?

 The half-blood camp had the tradition to have bonfires every few weeks. It was something everyone looked forward to and even you decided to join. Well, Annabeth talked you in to it. She approached you after the lunch that day. “Hey Y/n!” She greeted you as she caught up to you. “Do you know what you´re wearing tonight?” You shrugged. “Is there some kind of dress code?” Annabeth shook her head, but then she laughed. “No, but everyone likes to dress up a little, you know?” “What do you wear then?” You asked more curiously now, she shrugged. It was your time to laugh and your head fell back. “Don´t worry, I think I´ll find something for us!”

About two hours later, your entire cabin was a mess. Clothes, jewelry and make laid all around. Annabeth had wondered, but the more you pulled out of your awfully small suitcase, the more she realized that it was a spell. “You seriously took your entire closet with you, didn´t you?” She asked grinning. “Not the entire one, just the important stuff.” You added, but then erupted in laughter.

Annabeth wore a top with ruffles and a high waisted skirt, while you had settled on a black dress. “Can I just say, your dress screams witchy”, she laughed and you eyed yourself in the mirror. “Well I am a witch, aren´t I?” You grinned. “You don´t look bad yourself.” Annabeth blushed, but then nodded agreeing. “I have to warn you by the way.” You raised an eyebrow and checked your makeup on more time. “Grover usually spicks the punchbowl.” You laughed. “Does Chiron know?”

Annabeth shook her head. “As much as he tries to protect us, he stays away from the bonfires. However, I´m pretty sure that Dionysos knows, he just likes partying too much.”

“If that´s what you call a party, we have to go out in New York.” You added sounding overly dramatic. Annabeth sighed. “I wish we could.”

You sighed as well and sat down on the bed next to her. “Why can´t we?”

“We´re not allowed to leave the camp without permission.” “But you snuck out, didn´t you? With Percy when the lighting was stolen, right?” Annabeth nodded but she seemed bummed. “Yes, but we had no other choice. It was important.” You grew annoyed and jumped off the bed again. “And that´s the reason why my mother didn´t want me to come her!” Annabeth was surprised by your sudden outburst, but you continued. “You all get trained her, but if it comes down to the real world, and don´t take this personal, you are all hopelessly lost. You get taught that it´s so important because you´re parents are these gods, but why should they define you? Hate to say it, but most gods are real assholes!” Annabeth started laughing again. “I know!” She exclaimed and you huffed. “But don´t worry, next week we´ll sneak out and go clubbing!”

She let out an excited scream and grabbed your arms. “You can do that?” “I´m a witch, aren´t I?”

When you arrived at the bonfire party, you both looked stunning. The summer nights were gone and you both wore jackets that featured your outfits. You noticed Percy eyeing you and Annabeth from afar and nudged her side. “You and Percy?” You asked her whispering, but she avoided your glance and was greeted by a few other girls from the camp. You on the other hand made your way to the wooden table where the punchbowl and some snacks were placed. Behind the table waited Percy and Grover.

“Hello Boys”, you greeted them and winked at Grover. “Grover, you wouldn´t mind to pour me some of your famous bowl, would you?” Grover almost stepped over his own feet in order to bring you the cup and you grinned satisfied with your entrance. “You look amazing”, Percy added now as well. You smiled, this time more genuine. “Thanks.”

A few loud screams interrupted your eye contact and the three of you watched as a few guys started sword fighting again. You knew it was you, who drove them crazy. Well, a small bottle of your favorite perfume Odeur d´amour  also helped, one of the oldest witch tricks of them all.

“I could win, if I wanted”, Grover suddenly added and you noticed that he must have had a few cups for now. “Then why don´t you show me?” You asked sweetly and Grover didn´t wait for you to ask a second time. With enthusiastic jumps he made his way to the crowd. You chuckled and drowned the cup in a go, just to turn back to Percy. “You should join him.”

“I know that you´re not interested in those guys.”

“I wasn´t talking about me”, you said and pointed into Annabeth´s direction. “She likes you; I can tell.” Percy shrugged. “We had a few rough times.” He didn´t seem convinced. You let out a laugh. “You don´t dress like that for no reason.” Then you leaned closer to his ear.  “Especially not under the dress.”

Yes, you had fun. You had fun seeing how Percy uncontrollably blushed. You had fun seeing those boys fight over something, they could never have. You had fun drowning your second cup in one go. You had fun letting control…

After at least four cups, or had it been five? You strolled through the crowd that had slowly scattered. You greeted a few people, chatted with Annabeth and a few other girls. It felt nice, alcohol was your best friend in building new relationships, everybody just relaxed. When Grover, he had way too many cups at this point, decided to pull out a rather old DJ stand and many went to dance, you watched them from afar and you took out your cigarettes. You just searched for a lighter in your pockets, as a small fire suddenly glowed in front of your face. Following the hand, that was holding the silver lighter and you found your eyes travelling to Luke´s face. He was slightly grinning. “Can I have one as well?” You could only nod as you held a cup in one hand and pulled out the cigarettes with the other. Luke didn´t seem to mind, took one and lit it up himself.

“I wondered if you´re gonna be here”, he said after he had taken a puff. You looked up to him, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?” “It´s not your kind of scene.” You couldn´t help but let out a laugh. “You´re right, it´s not.” You took another sip and held the cup to Luke, without even thinking. He shook his head. “Not my kind of drink.” “What do you drink then?”

He pulled out a flask and you let out another laugh and shook your head. “Unbelievable”, you muttered but then continued to grin. He held the flask to you, but you shook your head. Whatever it was, it had a high percentage. But Luke didn´t take no for an answer and poured some into your cup. “You know they warned me about you”, you rolled your eyes, but Luke saw the fire in your eyes burning. You weren´t afraid of him, you were intrigued.

“And yet you´re here with me.”

You know I´m not a saint

But I can make you pray

So get down on your knees

 The flask was emptied too fast and somehow, you were convinced to leave the party. Annabeth had talked you into dancing, which turned out to be more fun than expected. You were blushing from the heat of the fire and the liquor burning in your soul, but when you turned, you caught an eye of Luke watching you. He didn´t stop smirking when making eye contact with you and neither did you. It was in this moment, where you decided to leave. You quickly and rather sloppily said your goodbyes, and hurried back to your cabin.

Something was telling you, that you were being followed. You weren´t wrong. When you reached the stairs that led to the entrance, he had caught up. You found yourself with your back against the wooden door, Luke´s arm pressing above you, his other hand on your hip. He was leaning down, only inches away from your lips and you felt his hot breath on your face. He smelled like whisky and cigarettes and expensive cologne. “Leaving so early?” He asked quietly. You knew you had both drunken a good amount and something in your body should scream to stop, but you didn´t.

“Who said the party was over?”

His lips crashed onto yours and you both leaned into the kiss, quickly deepening the kiss. Your hands travelled up to his neck and played with his golden strands of hair, while his hand grabbed your hips, tighter and more craving. After several minutes, you barely realized it, he had stolen the key to your cabin from the pocket of your jacket and fumbled with the lock. You felt how he slowed down, but you continued, your kisses running down his neck and you felt how Luke smiled. The door finally unlocked and his hands were quickly around your waist again. You wanted to stumbled backwards into the dark room, but Luke didn´t let you. His hands grabbed your butt and lifted you off the ground, while your legs hugged around his waist. You shrieked surprised, but it was his time to kiss your neck. You knew that there would be marks tomorrow…

He carried you into the darkness of the room and kicked the door closed with his foot. You landed on the bed and Luke immediately leaned over you, hastily taking off his leather jacket. In the meantime, you had kicked off your shoes, which loudly landed on the floor. He kneeled on top of you, while beginning to make out again. His hand caressed up your leg, until it reached the top of your skirt again. You nodded approving and lifted your hips, so he could help undress you. The rest of the clothing quickly followed…

Give me a reason I should stay

Trapped inside this madness

I know you wanna have this

So I can take advantage

Savage, Savage

 It was just after 5am. when you awoke from your peaceful sleep. Legs tangled together with Luke you sat up in the bed, the sheets still covering your bare body. You yawned and cursed the early morning hours, sadly you didn´t have a choice. You let your feet hang over the bed, your toes brushing against the cold floor. Luke awoke as well and groaned.

“What´s the time? Is the sun even up?” You laughed; your voice sounded rough from the alcohol. “It hasn´t risen yet.”

His arm tried to pull you back, but you didn´t let it happen. Then you left the bed to pick a few dessous from your closet, while throwing over a thin robe. Luke watched you in the mere light.

“Where are you going?” “I need to get some things done and the day, where everybody is inexcusable tired and hungover, is the best time to go.” He rose from the bed and you saw the bitter taste of a headache on his face. “You´re leaving the camp?”

You turned to finally face him again, your face unreadable to him. “Yes, and you´ll be leaving this cabin and no one will see you.” Sighing, you sat down on the edge of the bed, your clothes ready in your arms. Your voice sounded monotone in the room.

“Luke, this was fun, but we´re living in different worlds… In a few weeks, I´ll be gone, don´t get used to me.”

Only half an hour later, you knocked at Annabeth´s door. After the third time knocking, she finally opened. Smeared make up in her face and her clothes from the day before. Her eyes blinked irritated. “Y/n.. What…”

“Get dressed, we´re leaving in 15.”

She was punctual, while you waited outside. It didn´t help that you smelled Percy´s cheap perfume from there.

“Couldn´t this wait?” Annabeth asked tiredly, while the two of you made your way through the woods.

“Look, everybody is gonna sleep late today, no one will even train or do anything, it´s the best time to sneak out!” You explained yet again. “How´s Percy by the way? Slept well?” You changed the topic and watched how the girl next to you blushed in a deep shade of red.

“We… We didn´t…” You let out a laugh and punched her shoulder. “I only asked if you slept well, not how your entire night went!” She joined in your laughter, still blushing. But then her forehead wrinkled. “You disappeared quite early, didn´t you?” You couldn´t help but grin.

“Well… Maybe I had a better night…” “WHAT?!” You punched her shoulder again, this time harder to tone her down. “Shut it!” You whispered. “Or do you want the entire camp to wake up and tell them who I´ve slept with?!”

She linked her arm with yours and pulled you closer. “Who?”

“No”, you answered stubborn. “What? You give me hints like that and won´t even tell me?! Are you for real?!” You couldn´t help but giggle. “Okay, but you have to promise, to not tell anybody. Annabeth, nobody!”

“Omg is it Grover?” You laughed and snapped your fingers at her head.

“No, it´s not Grover!”, You paused and she waited. “It´s Luke.”

“WHAT!”

“ANNABETH!” You hushed her. Luckily, you had just reached the border of the camp and you pushed your hand over her mouth. “Calm down! It wasn´t anything special, no strings attached!”

“But-“ “No but! It´s my decision and now let me concentrate, anyway we´ll get caught.”

You unlinked your arm with hers and pulled out a mirror from your purse and laid it right under the border. You held your hands up in the air.

“Mirror Mirror, may you never fail to fight,

Grant me pass through hidden night.

Open up a gateway of protection,

Let me travel in your connection.”

Annabeth now watched as the border began to slightly crumble, until a hole was ripped open. You nodded and quickly, she jumped through, while you followed. Then you pulled away the mirror and glanced back at her admiring eyes. “Now all we gotta is do is open the gateway again, if we want to enter”, you explained shrugging. Annabeth shook her head. “Unbelievable.”

You put the mirror back in your awfully small looking purse, which obviously matched your outfit perfectly. Then you pulled another Item and Annabeth gasped yet again.  “Is that a broom?!”

It had taken you about 45 minutes, and then you continually started running from one shop to the other. Annabeth began to saw parts of the city, she didn´t even dream about. Between several witch shops with potion supplies and spell books, you found yourself in many clothing stores as well. It was then over lunch, which you desperately starved for, when Annabeth tried to approach a certain topic again.

“Y/n, I know you don´t want to hear this; you have been warned after all, but there is something you should know…” She added quietly and watched, as you rolled your eyes. “What is it then?”

“In a few weeks, there will be a trial for him.” You swallowed and stopped eating. “A trial?” Annabeth nodded again and laid down the cutlery in her hands. “I don´t know anything for sure, but Chiron will have a trial for him. I only know for sure that he and Dionysos will be attending- I also heard that even some of the gods are supposed to be attending.” You leaned forward. “What do you think is gonna happen?” She shrugged. “I have no idea.” You swallowed again, letting your mind run crazy with the new given information. “Do you think they´ll sentence him to…” You didn´t finish and neither did Annabeth. Your appetite was gone now.

It had taken you a few days, but somehow you were able to push all worries away. When you walked through the woods that day, you were alarmed by an unsettling battle cry. You had done so well in avoiding Percy and foremost Luke, but destiny had decided differently that day. Even after telling Annabeth, you were sure that nobody knew about you and Luke. He had lost his friends and you didn´t make enough. Currently there was this kind of training, where they were separated in two groups and to your surprise, even Luke participated. You thought it was stupid, just like so many things, but then Luke caught your eye. Oh, how you wanted to look away, but when your eyes look, you couldn´t. He started at you, directly and boldly, until his shield was attacked by a sword. Percy glared angrily at him, the reason for the fight had just changed. “Stay away from her”, he growled and Luke let an unimpressed hum. “Why do you care?” After Percy threw a few punches at him, which Luke riposted, Luke was still grinning. Percy had the deep urge to break his teeth until he couldn´t grin anymore. “What about you and Annabeth?”

He didn´t know when to stop and Percy continued attacking. “Don´t think she´s actually interested in you!” He muttered to Luke, who furrowed his eyebrows. “She´s bored, we both know that.”

“Then why would you care?” Percy grunted when Luke threw him back, but got quickly back on his feet. “I care because she is one of us, no matter what and we´ll stand together in this camp! And YOU betrayed us!” Percy was able to disarm him and even though you hadn´t heard their conversation, you felt their agony. Luke was down, barely able to crawl backwards, but Percy didn´t seem to be interested in him anymore. He had shown his point and Luke laid in the dirt; you had seen who won. “Stay away from her.”

Much against Percy´s anticipation, Luke heard a knock in his door. It wasn´t hard for you to find his cabin, away from the rest, darker, lonelier. His eyes slightly widened when seeing you. He had a cut at his lip and a bruised eye. You grinned. “Hey, may I come in?”

He couldn´t say no and let you enter. He had a king-sized bed; all the windows were closed and the only light from outside came through the wooden cracks. A large desk was taking up most of the space with a cozy looking swivel chair in front of it. Three computer desktops were placed on it, several gaming machines and a chaos of cable going behind the desk. A blue screen saver ran on the screens and gave the entire room a mysterious shining light. “I saw how Percy beat your ass today.” He wasn´t in the mood to be mocked and already wanted to open the door again, when you pulled out a glass container. “What´s that?” “Medicine?”

“You brought me medicine?” He sounded even more surprised than he actually was, while you nodded. “Sit down you ordered and he took place in the only chair. You slightly leaned against the desk as you took a closer look at his eye. “Within a maximum of two days, it should be completely gone”, you explained and started applying the crème, which smelled like eucalyptus and other herbs. In the meantime, he watched you closely. Every move you made, every blink. You realized the sudden closeness and your fingers stopped moving, until he took his hand in yours. “Luke, remember what I said?” You asked whispering, sounding unsure. He nodded slightly, his eyes moving down to your lips. “You said it was fun.”

When you touch me you take me to heaven

When you hold me

My body is a weapon

 It was all it took; a simple push and suddenly you found yourself stripped naked in his bed. You laid on your side, your head on his chest. “Ok, I know I said it was fun, but damn!” He chuckled and started leaning down again. “How about a round two then?” You quickly turned away and immediately started searching for your clothes again. “Sorry Luke, but I’m awaiting a phone call within 10 minutes from now, next time!” You explained hastily, but when you finally reached the door again, you looked back at him. He was widely smiling. “Until next time.”

If you think you can save me

Break me down and take me

Here´s your chance to do some damage

Savage

 To your absolute denial, Luke and you met several times from this day on. As always it never took much to be the last straw. It simply was enough, when you saw him eyeing you from afar while eating dinner. You always gave each other a little hint and suddenly found yourself in each other arms again. It was living at the edge.

Annabeth didn´t know for sure, but she noticed your missing and guessed right, after considering your and Luke´s growing history. Chiron had one time almost caught you in the kitchen, it was Luke´s luck that you had perfect divination skills. However, the weeks had passed and when you awoke that morning, you knew something was different. Not being able pin point it just yet, you groaned as leaving the bed. It was early, as so often when you awoke even though every cell in your body screamed for sleep. It wasn´t long after you had gotten dressed when a knock on your door echoed. Your first thought was Luke, but he liked to sleep in and never had the idea to do anything at this god forbidden time. To your surprise, it was Chiron. You eyed him suspiciously, but he smiled generously like he did so often. “I would like to talk to you, do you have time?”

You walked next to him as making your way near the lake. “Your time here soon will be over”, Chiron started and you let out a laugh. “Be honest Y/n, it´s not as bad as it seems, is it?” After thinking for a while, you shook your head. “No, it´s not. But-“

“But it´s not your home, you didn´t need this camp, I know you never did.” Chiron continued.

“Trust me, when I saw you after all these years, I saw a young, independent woman and she was strong enough to take care of herself. I was so stunned by you and each day with you here, held a surprise. Your spell when sneaking out with Annabeth is just one of many examples”, he added and you couldn´t help but blush. “You noticed?” He grinned. “I almost didn´t. You helped Percy and Grover in the kitchen and you helped many girls in the camp with their confidence, supplying them with simply accessories. I know it wasn´t much to you, but it made a difference.”

He paused and you both slowly came to a stop. “I want to talk to you about Luke.”

You couldn´t help but swallow, but Chiron seemed nervous as well. “I don´t what´s going on between you and him, all I know, is that I saw the way he looked at you.”

You shook your head in denial, but Chiron didn´t let you speak. “All Luke ever wanted was acceptance, acceptance neither I nor this camp could offer. Until you came and you taught him; only he needed to accept himself, not me, not the camp, not his father.” Chiron sighed, you knew it wasn´t easy for him as well. “I guess you know about his trials coming up and I have a proposal to make…”

I am the tide

I know you´re drowning

You´re on the ride

 You were packing your belongings and you had to be honest, you were indeed a little sad. You knew that the nature around the camp would be dearly missed by you, the high tree tops, the cold mornings where fog crawled over the lake and maybe even your fellow creatures. Just maybe.

You were so focused on packing and organizing your things, you overheard the knock. Just when you heard someone clearing his throat, you jumped in surprise. “God Luke!”

He chuckled, but you saw sorrow in his eyes, feeling sympathy coming up. “You´re packing?” He asked confused, but it sounded like a statement. It seemed like he had just found out. You nodded compelled, ignoring his stare. “Why didn´t you tell me?” He asked further trying to get you to look at him, but you continued to avoid his eyes. “Annabeth told me”, he added and you shrugged. “Yeah, my birthday is this night, a minute after midnight.” He stepped next to you and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from packing. He didn´t say anything, just starred at you with his piercing eyes, asking for answers. But you pulled your hand back and removed yourself from his closeness. You felt the heat growing in face and hoped that Luke didn´t see the blushing.

“I though you´d stay for my trials.”

“Why? Do you think they´ll let you go?”

It stung; you saw it in his face. The comment wasn´t necessary, it had slipped from your lips and you regretted it. But there was no going back. “I didn´t-“

“No, it´s fine!” He took a few steps and threw his hands in the air. “Why would you?!” He grew angrier and his voice became louder. “Why would anyone? No one believes in me anyway.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Silence settled between you and with your mouth opened, you waited for words to come out. But nothing came.

“I know what we said; no strings, no feelings, but-“, he turned back and forth, just to walk closer to you again. “I didn´t know this would happen, but I like you, I really like you.” Luke became quieter with each word and it must´ve been hard for him. And yet, you couldn´t do anything else but shook your head. “Sorry Luke, I informed you about the precepts, I literally warned you. Not my fault.”

You knew how it sounded; cold and harsh. It broke your heart how he blinked at you and you noticed how he was shaking. The sudden closeness was lost and he took a few steps, looking at the ground now. “Is that all you have to say to me?” He asked whispering.

“Don´t let this get to you, focus on your trials. This isn´t about you and me, it´s about you and only you.”

Be careful who you trust

Don´t get a entwisted

´Cause I could into us

Or I could leave just because

Because

 They were all there; Chiron, Dionysus, Hermes, Zeus Justizia and a fifth man, Luke didn´t know him. They were all seated at a long wooden table, while he was seated on a simple chair in front of him. He dreaded this moment, as cool as he might act, he was truly nervous. He had barely slept, trying to forget the nervousness, the burden this moment was holding against him, you…

He had dreamed of you; you were together in New York, you wore a flowing summer dress and laughed with him. But when he tried to reach out for you, you had disappeared. Somehow he managed to call back your word in his mind. Don´t let this get to you, focus on your trials. This isn´t about you and me, it´s about you and only you. Luke knew you were right, but admitting it was too much.

While Chiron read out the terrible things he had done, he eyed the fifth man closer. He wore a black suit with silver buttons. He wore slightly wavy hair, a few strands falling over his facial features. He had a slightly crocked nose and dark, green eyes. Somehow, Luke noticed, he had a larger head than the rest. But maybe he just imagined that. When coming to a slowly, but surely end of the list, he pulled out a silver shinning pocket watch, raising his eyebrow at the time. Hermes, who sat right next to him, cleared his throat in order to admonish him. Luke almost rolled his eyes at his father´s implicit manner, but decided against it. “Janus”, he warned him quietly and look couldn´t help but let his eyes widen. Janus, God of Doorways, Transition and Time. He was your father.

Luke swallowed, all the nervousness he had pushed away, came rushing back.

“Luke, I´m gonna let you talk now, what do you have to say?” Chiron explained and all their eyes laid thickly on him.

“I… There´s a lot I want to say, but I´ll keep it to the important details.” He struggled talking, but tried to remain calm. At least on the outside. “I know that the things I´ve done were wrong, I´ve never been so aware of this. I was a bitter teenager and it´s inexcusable and I´m still sorry. Father” he paused and looked at him. “This isn´t your fault, I don´t think anyone but me is to blame, even though I made it look that way. Just in the passing weeks I learned how important it is to stay true to yourself, but I never knew myself. I know, I have no right to ask for any favors, all I can do is beg for a second chance.” Luke was shaking and he felt the edge of tears in his eyes. It was all up to him.

“I will accept your verdict no matter what. Just know, even though it´s a hard journey, I´ll try to change for better.” He decided to rise from the chair, he said everything he wanted. “Thank you for listening.”

You know I´m not a saint

But I can make you pray

So get down on your knees

Give me a reason I should stay

Trapped inside this madness

I know you wanna have this

So I can take advantage

Savage

Savage

 Two hours, that´s how long Luke waited outside the room while hearing them discuss inside. Dionysus had the duty to watch him, while they waited. Sometimes things got heated and their loud voices echoed through the cabin, sometimes it was so quiet, all he could hear was his own heartbeat. To his surprise, it wasn´t Chiron who called him in, it was Janus. He opened the door and nodded at him, but when Luke followed him and he turned to lead the way back, he saw it. Janus second face. It was at the back of his head and look similar to the front one, the same sharp features, the same lips and nose. But the eyes were brown instead of green. While he made his way back to his chair behind the long table, his second face didn´t leave Luke´s body. And just before he sat down again, he winked at Luke. Luke wasn´t sure how to interpret; was it a good or bad sign? Janus seemed calm, but he saw the twisted thoughts lying behind his forehead. He wasn´t like Zeus, a bright shining god, a perfectly representing picture. He was dark, mysterious and withdrawn.

“As you might imagine, this wasn´t an easy verdict to make”, Chiron started explaining. “Before your trial we asked several witnesses about you, which didn´t make it easier. But it gave us a picture. Not about your actions, but about you.” He paused and eyed the men, the gods with him. “After all we decided to put it up to a vote.”

The silence that followed only lasted seconds, but it felt like eternity to Luke.

“In the end, it stood three to two”, Luke waited and looking back, he was sure Chiron did it as a last punishment. “In your favor.”

He couldn´t help but jumped off his seat. But Zeus ordered him back. “We´re not finished.” He grunted and Luke knew he voted against him. But he sat back down. “We´ll let you go, you free to go wherever you like. However-“, Chiron took the word back. “They will be somebody at your side. Watching you all day, every day. After a time, that we decided in private, we´ll have another trial to talk about your journey then.” “I get a babysitter who watches me 24/7?” Luke asked somewhat surprised, but Janus nodded. “We decided to give you a second chance, but in the eyes of somebody who will give us daily updates. You will listen to your operating supervisor, otherwise you´ll immediately receive by far worse punishments.”

Luke nodded at him, thankful and couldn´t help but walk to his father, who sat at the very end of the table. To even his surprise, Luke hugged him tightly.

When you touch me you take me to heaven

When you hold me

My body is a weapon

 Hermes opened a portal and they ended up in a alley in New York. He turned to Luke. “From here, I have to leave.” He put a hand on Luke´s shoulder. “Promise me, try everything, be the man I saw in you.” Luke nodded and hugged him once again. “Your supervisor will wait for you.” Hermes added as they parted. He turned back to leave, but Luke held his arm. “Dad? Can you thank Janus from me?” Hermes nodded silently smiling.

“See you soon, Son.”

He vanished and after he was gone, Luke turned towards the large street. The light was shining bright and even though the wind was rushing through the treetops of Central Park, Luke felt a positive wave hitting his body. He stepped out the alley and searched the people, hurrying past him to get somewhere. Across the street he saw the opened gates to Central Park, kids were running inside it, followed by mothers and their strollers.

“It´s lovely weather, isn´t it?”

He jumped at the sudden voice and his eyes fell to the bench against the building on his left.

And there you sat, a caramel trench coat hugging your body, wearing a red lipstick and your hair braided in a lose style. You stood up and stepped next to him.

“Surprised to see me?” Luke couldn´t help but smile, and it felt like he would never stop smiling. “They asked for your opinion about me, didn´t they?” You nodded. “I made a deal with Chiron and after a 45-minute preaching, where I told Zeus how old fashioned the ways of parenting and raising were, I basically won. I mean they had no chance.” You laughed and Luke joined you.

“And did you tell them about us?” “Us?” You grinned devilishly. “Oh, I must have forgot that.”

Luke smiled and pulled you close to finally press his lips on yours.

If you think you can save me

Break me down and take me

Here´s your chance to do some damage

Savage

[sereisstuff]

the prince of darkness part 2

Demon!Kim Taehyung x Chubby Reader

part 1 / part 3/ part 4

summary- Taehyung pays you a visit to prepare you to meet his father Hades, unknowingly The son of Poseidon isn’t far behind. warnings-swearing!!, flirtatious Tae.

(a/n)=This took me a lot longer then expected, i didn’t know it would do so well so i’m both extremely happy and surprised i’m going to make this a 18 chapter book, also to celebrate my ask box will be open for demon!taehyung and remember guys all the characters(meaning the oc) i do will be chubby thank you all so much and enjoy!!

The night went on as your body shook after the contact to ease your mind. you sunk into the comforts of you bed letting the blankets surround you in their warmth, you didn’t bother to turn the light off feeling as if Hades son will return in the brink of dawn to remind you of your deal that made you feel both afraid and utterly confused.

The thought now knowing that earth wasn’t the only realm that walked the path of the living, you of course believed in multiple things i mean there's millions of planets we can’t possibly be the only ones in the universe, Right?. 

The dark book was fluttered on the ground leaving your arms to lay helplessly on the carpet whilst you tried to lock your thoughts in the far back of your mind so you can gain enough peace to sleep.

After hours your inner self grew exhausted forcing you to sleep which was gladly accepted with open arms, the comforts soon felt like clouds hugging you with their soft form as they sunk into you drifting into and endless bliss.

Soon morning snuck around you also forgot to shut your curtains last night so the early morning light burned the lids of your eyes, shifting your body to face the wall only to feel a cold breath hitting your face thinking your parents must have come into the room to grab something leaving the door open making the room vulnerable to the dusk air, you did the only thing you always do. Ignored it.

Shifting your leg upwards finding a comfortable spot to rest your limb eventually feeling a cold grasp latch itself on you jolting out of shock to search for the cause of what happened “I was wondering when you were gonna wake up ”Taehyung admitted resting his palm under the covers against your thigh.

“What the fuck!!” you screamed shoving him back, only to be sent tumbling off of the bed with force Taehyung’s inhumane strength came from his father thus meaning if a plane crashed into him the plane would be the one with more damage. 

“I’m finding this whole swearing thing extremely attractive”

“Don’t speak, it's too early in the morning for words to be spoken”you grumbled scratching your scalp as you stood up forgetting that you only wear oversized hoodies to bed the gesture to rub your scalp lifted its edges giving the young demon a tease of insight.

“This sight is good enough to take the words right out of my mouth”Taehyung stared at your voluptuous body with a playful gaze, you seethed out in anger having to clench your hands together throwing your mop of hair to the side”you suck”a strong glare was sent his way as you held on to the sides of your hoodie.

“Well of course i do but i preferred to be sucked, don’t you”he playfully looked at you, standing from the bed.

The words were at the tips of his tongue before you decided to ignore any sort of disturbing comment to escape his mouth, rushing to the kitchen making yourself a nice hot chocolate and a few pieces of toast Taehyung made his way down the stairs grumbling at the sight of the home, bland everything was too bland nowhere near his liking.

You continued to make yourself breakfast as he stared everywhere touching every accessory in the preferable view of your home, popping the toast as you coated it with butter finishing your hot chocolate with a few teaspoons of sugar before taking a seat and eating breakfast peacefully fully dismissing the presence of that being.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around your wide waist giving it a squeeze, his eyes began to darken as he took in your early morning scent his inner demon began to conjure itself from the depths of his soul Taehyung was the son of a god suppressing his natural instincts was never good.

“T-taehyung you can let go now” you muttered noticing the veins bulging from his neck and arms, for most that's a turn on but noticing the way he groaned in pain didn’t please your ears.

Taehyung rolled his head back before releasing himself from your warmth constantly reminding himself of your status, a mere mortal whose body isn’t made for the son of a god his true form was much larger, aggressive and demonic he still looks the same but with added features.

“I’m sorry your scent is just too overwhelming,” he muttered you could only bark in laughter “I smell like shit, what are you talking about” Taehyung's head shot up as he went into denial “to me your scent is alluring and I don't know why but I'll find out, for now, darling we must get on to more important things as much as I don't want too” he groaned pulling at his strands.

“My fathers many talents is smelling fear, if you fear him he will know your lying” he began manspreading across the couch the first thing you noticed was his luxurious outfit suitable for someone of high status which occurred to you that Taehyung must be of high status being the son of one of the big three.

“This whole things a set up he's gonna smell it as soon as I walk in Taehyung”you complained throwing your hands in the air mentally reminding yourself to never mess around with spirits and all things mythical again.

“Well now the situations much more thrilling don’t you think” he said with a wide smirk.

“Thrilling my ass”you complained in a hushed tone.

“Oh no darling your ass would be gladly appreciated if it were up to me” 

“Like I would bless you with my ass” The nerve of this man was overwhelming you should really pay more attention in classical studies next time maybe they would have told you about the annoying son that Hades had “need I remind you whose name is marked on your body” Taehyung growled provoking everything in your body to go feral on him, even though you would barely get to him it was worth a try.

You both paused when a loud noise erupted from your sink, the silver metal that once contributed to the advance of your water flew off from the tub making you gasp in horror the water erupted like an active volcano not knowing how to deal with it you tried to run over to where the problem is, but you couldn’t taehyung used his one of his multiple abilities to keep you in place.

“Don’t” he commanded for the first time, the undertone of dominance used in his voice as he continued to stare at the outlet of water.

The water began to levitate from the ground jumbling into one place creating the form of a masculine man, you could only admire the way it began to move the fear of anticipation during this event was unhealthy but now coming face to face with a young man who looked to be younger than you by a year wasn’t as shocking as it should be.

“So this is where you’ve been” the brunette said his light blue eyes giving away his position “Jungkook” Taehyung muttered standing from his place “is this the fiance we’ve all been dying to meet, and she’s mortal now that is a shocker” jungkook walked around you eyeing the built and shape of your form.

“You know the history of mortals” he mentioned again stopping in front of you, he shoots you a bright toothy smile pulling out his hand to shake your own “jungkook son of Poseidon” you took his hand glancing Taehyung who scratched his neck awkwardly upon his cousin's arrival.

“y/n,” you said smiling.

“I thought your parents didn't like each other,”you interjected remembering a lesson in class about it, the two shoot each other a look before nodding”yeah the big guys aren’t very fond of one another but all of their kids are, we have another cousin but he won’t be coming any time soon, hopefully”

“Now as to get back to our less-” jungkook cut him off wrapping an arm around your shoulders “did he not make you wear pants or did you choose to do that yourself,” he whispered, taehyung paused glaring at your legs, he threw jungkook's arms off of your body “don’t look you pervert” Taehyung growled childishly, jungkook looked defeated, but you blushed in embarrassment “says you” he snapped, you left them to fight like children rushing upstairs.

You rushed through the closet grabbing a pair of sweats and a white beanie throwing them on to walk and watch the two idiots fight with each other.

Amongst the fighting your other wrist began to freeze up knowing the odd feeling your eyes widened ”ahhh guys” you tried getting them to look but they continued to fight in a heated argument “Taehyung!!!” you yelled as he looked at you with eyes so black you could see your own reflection”we have a problem” Taehyung groaned looking down at you, shoving your wrist to his face.

His face morphed in anger as he gripped the male's neck“Jungkook you idiot” Taehyung used his deep tone to intimidate the younger god whose name was now written on your wrist the same way Taehyung's one was.

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[cornacopicimagines]

hades and persephone │p.t 2

not my gif

part 1 part 3

masterlist

pairing: hades!tom holland x persephone!reader

words: 3.4k

warning: SMUT, fingering, oral (male receiving), swearing, teasing kink?

summary: being away from a husband that is the god of hell for six months can sure do things to a goddess of spring.

a/n: this is a part two if my previous fic - hades and persephone, and if any of y'all can spot the myth reference i will love you forever x

☆.｡.:*

The day had arrived, y/n couldn't sleep the night before. Her heart was racing and her mind was running with an abundance of thoughts. Zendaya, on the other hand, was seeing red.

She had to let go on the one thing she loved most for half of the year. Zendaya couldn't despise Tom even more and then he stole y/n right from her grasp. She went to Tom's brother in the earlier stages of their arrangement to try and change it, but Zeus shut Zendaya down quickly saying that this plan was all y/n's idea.

"I know you're upset Daya," y/n spoke softly as she slowly walked over to Zendaya, who was sitting angrily at the stump of a tree. She said nothing but glared up at y/n, who had know folded her arms. "I won't be gone forever," y/n tried to tell her.

"But it feel's like forever to me," Zendaya said under her breath as she slowly wilted a few flowers near her. y/n sighed quietly as she placed herself near to Zendaya and softly laid her head on Daya's shoulder.

"I know what happens to the earth when I am gone Daya," y/n said sadly as she brushed her hand through the grass underneath her, trying to bring the wilting plant back. Her eyes met Zendaya's in a moment of sadness.

"I do try y/n," Zendaya told her desperately. "It's my job to keep the earth healthy and thriving, do you think I want to plunge the world into complete darkness for six months," she said as she put her head in her hands.

Quickly, y/n embraced Zendaya in a warm hug, giving her a silent reminder of y/n while she was away. They pulled away from each other, y/n's eyes met Zendaya's as she placed her soft hand on Zendaya's cheek.

"Did you have to fall for Tom?" Zendaya huffed out and she now slumped against the tree. y/n scoffed loudly not knowing whether to scold her or reassure her.

"You of all people should know you don't choose who you love," y/n responded as she looked up to the clear blue sky and wondered what the other gods were doing at that moment. Zendaya didn't respond to y/n but stayed silent giving y/n a sign of acceptance.

"I don't what it is about you," Zendaya started as she stared straight at y/n, "but you are not the young innocent flower I once knew." The way she said it not only broke y/n's heart but it also made her angry. Zendaya couldn't lock her up for eternity, she couldn't shield y/n's eyes forever.

"I will miss you," y/n finally spoke up, her attention wavering from Zendaya and the lush surroundings. y/n's hand travelled over to place itself ontop Zendaya's and squeezed lightly.

"As will I," Zendaya squeaked out as if she was afraid that those words would hurt and in a way they did. y/n saw the sun setting over the horizon as Apollo ran in the light and Artemis geared up to drag the moon across the sky, she had to leave.

As if on cue Hermes appeared infront of the two women, his shining glory making Zendaya almost weap.

"Lady Persephone, are you ready for your descent into the underworld?" he asked her politely, he asked her that same question everytime she was needed to accompany her husband. Zendaya got up before y/n did in an attempt to call off the arrangement and spend more time with her companion.

"Could you give another day or two with her Lord Hermes?" Zendaya rushed out as she blocked y/n's way of passage to the god.

"I am sorry Lady Demeter, but this is what has to be done," Hermes told her woefully, his eyes not meeting Zendaya's. y/n got up from her spot under the tree and passed Zendaya's frantic state. y/n gave her one last hug before she took Hermes's arms and disappeared from Zendaya's view.

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Tom had been waiting for this day to come ever since she left for the earth above six months ago. His heart hadn't stopped pounding against his chest since he woke up this morning.

Currently, though he was dealing with an issue that could have been solved easily if it weren't for the ignorance of the other gods. Sometime's Tom considered quitting this whole god of the underworld shit. He had made a pros and cons list a couple of weeks ago, case in point he had a lot of cons. First, the other gods were so egotistical that Tom had trouble figuring out how their necks didn't snap from the massive heads. Second being the Ruler of Hell doesn't really get him a lot of street cred with the mortals above. But he did have one pro which seemed to keep him glued to the jet black throne. y/n.

"I say we enlist some other minor god to fill his place," one god piped up, Tom scoffed at the idea. Like any other god could handle the job Harrison did every day for a millennia or so.

"That sounds utterly stupid," Ares snarled out, Tom could tell it was him by the way the table shook and the voice almost dripped with anger. "I am getting bored since Thanatos is nowhere to be seen, I can't kill anyone," he finished almost sounding sad for once.

"I think my brother should decide since Thanatos was his right-hand man" Tom's brother; Poseidon spoke rationally pointing to Tom through the mirrored hologram effect. Tom stood from his chair and walked toward the screen.

"I say that we look for Thanatos, he is just simply missing." Tom told them, "All we need to do is put our lovely godly noggins together and find a way to seek him out," he finished.

"Lord Hades is right," Athena said gracefully as her grey eyes burned into her father's skull. Zeus sighed angrily before looking at Tom.

"You will lead the search brother," Zeus exclaimed before Tom cut off the signal and threw himself back onto his throne. Even though Harrison was gone from his presence at least his wife would come back to him this evening and just the thought of her brought a smile to his face.

Tom sat in complete silence for two minutes before realising that nothing would be happening for the rest of his day and left his throne room hoping that y/n would be waiting for him in their joint chambers.

As he walked down the halls of his palace, he got a lot of suggestive looks from his maids and guards, others wound up running into their own chambers knowing those loud activities of the king and queen when they reunited with each other.

Tom opened the doors and started to take off more of his unneeded clothing, Jesus they were restraining. The one thing he never thought he would get sick of hearing was the sound of y/n's bathroom door and the soft padding of her footstep getting closer to him.

"There you are," her loving voice called out to him, "I was asking everybody where you were," y/n spoke as Tom swivelled around to spot her letting her flawless hair fall out of the tight braid. Tom couldn't stop himself from smiling like a flustered schoolboy.

Tom didn't say anything as he slowly approached his wife, his hands came up to cup her face as he stared deep into her eyes.

"I missed you so fucking much," he whispered to her as he placed his forehead against her. "You don't even know."

"I just think I might," y/n responded a slight giggle surpassing her lips. Tom tried his best to savour this moment just a little longer but as soon as that damned laughed rolled out of her mouth, he smashed his lips against hers. His hands went from her cheeks to grip at the side of her hips. y/n hummed against Tom's mouth in approval.

"I got something for you," Tom spoke as he finally pulled away from her heavenly kiss. He made his way over to the dresser and picked a long black box. He passed it to y/n, who opened it quickly and chocked in surprise. Inside was a necklace made of beautiful crystals and metals that weaved themselves around the jewels reminding her of the vines above.

"It's gorgeous," y/n squealed happily as she brought Tom's face close to her and place her lips on his in a quick moment of passion. "I wish I had brought you something from my gardens on earth," y/n spoke sadly, disappointed that she didn't think of something to bring to Tom.

"Don't worry princess," Tom laughed softly as he watched y/n walk over to a mirror and place the necklace against her chest. y/n couldn't seem to get the clasp on and silently asked Tom to help her out.

He happily obliged and fitted the jewellery around y/n's neck admiring it through the mirror. Her eyes met his through the reflection and an idea sprung into his head.

Tom swept y/n's hair to the side and started peppering small fluttering kisses across her collarbone, at first it was playful and loving but it became slower and longer. He started biting softly at her smooth skin. Her mousey moans pushing him to keep going.

His rough hands moved underneath the satin material of her robes and quickly started to make work on her breasts. Tom's hands squeezed and tugged at her chest, eliciting delicate whimpers from y/n infront of him.

"You know the one thing I missed more than that sweet voice of yours," Tom cooed in her ear as his free hand fell into her lace underwear rubbing gently against her wet folds increasing the noise y/n was making, "your even sweeter cunt," he said darkly as he bit the lobe of her ears.

Just his breath against her face was enough for y/n to drown her panties but the way his hands were moulding her like putty and his voice muttering absolute sex to her, how could she not almost faint when his long fingers suddenly darted into her hole.

y/n's head fell into the crook of Tom's neck as he continued to pump his digits in and out of her. She wasn't sure what pleased her more, the fact that with just his hands Tom could destroy her in a matter of moments or the fact that he still did it with some much passion and intensity that she fell more in love with him.

He hit a spot inside her that made y/n almost tumble to the ground. Her hands found themselves tugging harshly at the hair near the nape of his neck, Tom groaned in pleasure as he started to finger her faster, now circling her clit with his thumb.

"Holy shit Tom," Y/n kept chanting through breathless moans. Tom said nothing but smiled wildly as he felt her tight walls close around his finger signalling she was near release.

"Are you going to come, gorgeous girl," Tom purred in her ear as he continued to rapidly pleasure her. y/n nodded her head vigorously and gripped at Tom's jet black shirts as she felt the beautiful pit at the bottom of her stomach.

She was just about to release all over his fingers when out of nowhere the pleasure instantly faded and Tom started to walk away from her.

"What the fuck?!" y/n almost screeched at him as she stomped over to him with her arms folded under her chest pushing her cleavage up one full display for Tom's delight.

"That was just a bit of fun right?" Tom asked as innocently as he could, he wanted to tease y/n until she was begging for him.

This plan, however, did not sit well with y/n, "a bit of fun," she said almost scarily, it was the first time Tom had seen her like this.

"I was just having a bit of fun with you," he said again but this time he sounded uncertain within himself, which is the last thing he wanted to portray.

"So you wouldn't mind if I had a bit of fun with you?" y/n asked him politely as she strutted over to him and started to gently stroke him through the tough material of his pants.

To be truthful, Tom had never seen such vulgarity come out of y/n and he was so aroused he was afraid he was going to cum as soon as she touched him. Tom adored how when y/n was around other people she was happy, bright and most of all innocent, but as soon as Tom and y/n had time alone, a whole another side to her appeared.

"I would like that very much," Tom responded as he let the weight of y/n body press him up against a table.  y/n smirked up at him as she sunk down to her knees and slowly unbuckled his belt and threw his clothes down to let his length spring free.

Her eyes met his as she dragged the point of her tongue from the base of his shaft up to the tip never breaking her gaze on Tom's. Still, she wanted to make Tom feel the slow release that he had inflicted on y/n earlier. She let his head enter her mouth before removing it with a loud pop.

"If you keep on teasing me, princess," Tom barely got out as she continued to mess with his head, "You're going to pay for it," he finished just before she almost choked on his dick as she took him fully into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobs at a slow but steady pace, whatever she couldn't fit she massaged with her hands.

While she was wrecking Tom with her mouth, Tom threw his head back and gripped the edges of the table tightly. Giving him a mischievous smile, y/n started to move her head faster and her tongue swirled around him. Tom started to seriously damage the wood of the tables as his hands kept clutching on the table until it started to crack underneath his palms.

"Oh my god," Tom spoke lowly as his eyes once again fell on her, pushing him even further to the edge and it seemed like y/n knew it too as she hummed against this cock as it twitched in her mouth. Just like y/n before, he was just about to cum when she pulled away from Tom and started to strut back to the door. Tom though quickly caught up with her and threw her over his shoulder making a loud giggle fall out of y/n for her robe to become looser against his shoulder.

Tom always treated her like a porcelain doll when it came to sex. He always drifted his fingertips over her skin when they got intimate, he either kissed her lightly or with enough passion to fuel a fire. He always made sure that she was fine and safe when they made love but it this time he almost threw her against the massive bed and crawl on top of her.

y/n tried to wrap her arms around Tom's neck but he quickly grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the pillows above her, "You keep them there unles you even more punishments, got it," he snapped at her. y/n said nothing but gulped loudly. Tom didn't say a word to her as he kept one of his hand around her wrist, while the other one made work of ripping her underwear and robe off her body. y/n couldn't be more aroused as Tom didn't wait, didn't bother giving her small kiss or to caress her hips.

Tom halted all of his movements against her skin, she still did as he told her and kept her arms above her head which was restricting her from looking as to why Tom had left her stark naked and literally dripping on the sheet. Out of nowhere y/n felt the tip of his dick flick over her slick folds making her back arch.

"I think I could get used to this sight," Tom muttered as he continued to tease her, "look at me y/n," he told her sharply, y/n change her position underneath him to stare straight into his eyes before he leaned in closer to her so his face was just touching her.

His dick was at the entrance of her core, not moving at all. It was like holding food in front of a starving animal, it was torture to her. "Beg for it," he whispered his gaze never faltering from her. y/n whispered a squeaky, please. "Not good enough princess," he told her once again this time going slightly further into her heat.

"Please Tom, please," she chanted quietly as her breathing got erratic.

"It sounds like you really didn't want me while you were up there," Tom sighed as if he was saddened by the statement that left his lips, "You're starting to hurt my feelings doll," he told her as his finger started to fiddle with the bundle of nerves that was her clit.

"Oh for christ's sake Tom, just fuck me already," y/n snapped at her and with that Tom madly started to pound into her, instantly starting y/n's dirty moans. Tom couldn't keep it in himself as his head fell into the crook of her neck, overwhelmed by the feeling of his wife's perfectly snug walls enclosing his dick as he fucked her.

"Forgot how good you felt around me princess," Tom murmured against her flesh.

"Ca-can I-oh god please touch you," y/n asked him through loud screams, Tom nodded and y/n instantly started to pull at his hair and scrape her nails against his back. All that could be heard was the sounds of their bodies colliding with each other and their names bouncing off the walls. Her hands cupped Tom's cheeks to bring his face to meet her's. "Please go faster," y/n pleaded as she felt her release nearing on her. Tom happily did what he was asked and picked up the pace of the rhythm he had established.

Tom started to feel himself getting closer as well, his chest started to tighten as he kept on fucking her so hard that the headboard of the bed started to violently bang against the wall. Not only did her pussy retract around him but y/n's hands started to gripped hard at his biceps as she felt the beautifully familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her face contorted with pleasure as Tom continued to slam the perfect spot inside of her.

"Come around my dick," Tom told her harshly as every syllable matched the beat of his skin slamming against hers, "Be a good girl for me," y/n couldn't keep it in as she suddenly felt the tidal wave of her orgasm crash over her as she screamed out in pleasure and started to see stars. Close after her Tom started to lose his breath, his pattern got irregular and with a loud grunt, Tom came. His warm salty liquid spilling over y/n's bare navel before collapsing atop of her.

"It's great to be back," y/n laughed as she softly stroked Tom's red naked back at he attempted to catch his breath. For a god of death, she was going to be the death of him.

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ANNABETH'S CONNECTIONS/RELATIONSHIPS.

( aka how i change shit up from canon and ruin all of rick’s hard work )

annabeth has a lot of significant relationships in her life. from friends to family, parents to parental figures, annabeth takes each relationship she has and builds it carefully into who she is as a person. i’ve split this section up into two chunks-- annabeth’s biological family, and then annabeth’s friends/other important figures in her life. 

this for sure was supposed to be all the ways she diverges from canon, but it’s so fuckin long, i decided that’s going to be a separate post altogether. jesus christ, luna. 

☆.。₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*: FAMILY

annabeth’s relationship to her family members is incredibly complicated, both because she ran away at such a young age and because it’s wildly inconsistent. what we see of the chase family especially is extremely different from what we hear annabeth say about them, so it’s hard to tell if annabeth was exaggerating or if things have just changed since she was little. when we see annabeth’s family officially for the first time, it’s been two or three years since they’ve seen annabeth. she ran away from home at seven, and didn’t see her father or stepfamily for three years until she returned home for a couple of weeks, then returned abruptly back to camp. she didn’t see them for another two or three years after that. her relationship with them is, at least in my interpretation, a mix of things. the damage to her relationship with especially her dad and her stepmom was done so early, repairing that was always set up for failure. i’m going to go through her family members one-by-one, so here we go-- 

*:·ﾟ✧ ATHENA ( mother ) 

annabeth was always one of athena’s favorite. while a lot of halfbloods aren’t close to their godly parents, my version of annabeth is one of the special exceptions that gets a fair amount of attention from athena. she’s clever, she works hard, she’s a strong leader and a protective sibling. she’s always strived to give athena no reason to doubt her or dislike her. however, their relationship’s grown and changed as she’s gotten older-- it’s gotten more complicated, and annabeth started to struggle. she wants to make her proud, but for the first time, they start butting heads, and annabeth really ultimately has to accept that she’s never going to be the perfect daughter, and that’s okay.

*:·ﾟ ANNABETH’S CHILDHOOD ( birth - age 7 )

annabeth had no official contact with athena when she was younger. i believe athena kept an eye on her daughter, though she didn’t interfere in annabeth’s struggles at all.

*:·ﾟ ANNABETH’S TIME AT CAMP HALFBLOOD ( age 7 - 13 )

when annabeth ran away from home, it was athena that guided her to luke and thalia. though she didn’t interfere after that, athena still awaited annabeth’s arrival at camp halfblood. when annabeth finally did arrive, she was claimed almost immediately by athena. at first, annabeth didn’t actually believe that athena was her mother-- or, more specifically, that she had a parent that wanted to claim her, and was proud to do so-- and her idolization of her mother was almost immediate. 

annabeth became her mother’s most devoted child-- she prayed to her, she left gifts for her at her altar, she took care of her siblings, and eventually became the counselor of athena’s cabin. athena showed her favor towards annabeth, and annabeth really did her best to imitate athena in every possible way she could. 

*:·ﾟ ANNABETH’S RELATIONSHIP WITH PERCY & THE TITAN WAR ( age 13 - 16 )

               “i’ve been here since i was a kid,                 i did everything they ever asked.                 yeah, i did. and for what?”

annabeth’s relationship was strong until she started to get close to percy, and everything sorta went to hell when annabeth started dating percy. poseidon and athena’s rivalry wasn’t a surprise to anyone, and was something that in the beginning in canon we can see that it really bothers annabeth that percy is the son of poseidon. but annabeth gets over it and starts dating percy anyway. 

it’s then that her relationship with athena really suffers. angry with her daughter, athena really pushes her daughter away, and cuts her off almost completely. annabeth is devastated by this, but decides not to break up with percy just to please her mother ( though in some verses where percabeth isn’t a thing, this fear/response from athena prevents annabeth from dating percy, and she eventually gets over her feelings for him ). this puts annabeth in an incredible precarious position-- luke’s left at this point, and it would’ve been INCREDIBLY easy for annabeth to take her resentment towards athena rejecting her because of her relationship with percy and channel it into the cause she’s fighting for. i sincerely think that if luke hadn’t left at that point yet, annabeth would’ve come with him when he did. 

*:·ﾟ ANNABETH’S PROMOTION TO ARCHITECT ( age 16 - present )

annabeth’s efforts in the titan war and her promotion to architect of olympus are what finally start to repair her relationship with athena. the two of them decide to make a pact that they will not discuss percy with each other, and with their differences at least ignored if not resolved, their close relationship is on its way to returning once again. while they’re nowhere near as close as they were before, athena makes more of an effort to be supportive of her daughter, even if it’s hard for her. 

even though athena is no longer actively disapproving of percy, athena’s dislike of percy still puts a strain on annabeth’s relationship with percy. she’s made a lot of executive decisions based on this that stand in the way of her relationship-- most notably, when it comes to marriage. obviously percy and annabeth are way too young still in the books, but for my version of annabeth, she knows that if percy ever asked her ( and i believe he does, eventually ), she would say no. not because she doesn’t love him, or doesn’t want to marry him, but more because she’s worried that would push her relationship with athena into jeopardy again, and she doesn’t believe she would ever approve. 

*:·ﾟ✧ FREDERICK CHASE ( father ) 

*:·ﾟ ANNABETH’S CHILDHOOD ( birth - age 7 )

               “i  never  see  you   anymore.                 come      out      the      door.                 it’s  like  you’ve  gone  away.”

honestly, frederick was just never really an attentive father in annabeth’s early years. we know from canon that he was very focused on his work and his career, and that this was incredibly difficult on annabeth. she took her father’s lack of involvement in her life as him blaming her for all of the monster attacks, and resenting being her father, which contributed greatly to her decision to run away, especially when they fought regularly about monsters putting the family at risk. 

*:·ﾟ ANNABETH’S TIME AWAY FROM HOME ( age 7 - 13 )

               “where were you when everything was falling apart?                 all my days spent by the telephone that never rang                 when all i needed was a call that never came...”

nothing was more of a wakeup call to the chase family as annabeth running away. frederick wasn’t exactly the most attentive dad in the world, and annabeth disappearing is something that just rattles him out of his intense obsession with his work/career. he knew annabeth was having trouble-- monsters were attacking on the regular, how could he not be aware of it?-- but he didn’t really think or do much about it until it was too late. 

frederick’s remorse about this is immediate. he attempts to get into contact with annabeth, and is ignored for a LONG time. he’s just about lost all hope when she finally decides to write back to him, and after a large amount of coaxing, annabeth agrees to come home and visit. so, when she’s ten, back she comes to virginia. 

it lasts about two seconds. they hit all the same problems they did before, arguing about the danger annabeth’s presence puts the family in-- some of which is projected onto frederick by annabeth, who deals with her guilt by resenting the people she thinks will blame her, or that do blame her. she stays for about a week before she calls chiron and heads back to camp. 

after she leaves, in an attempt to apologize, frederick sends annabeth his class ring, which she wears on her necklace from camp. she lets him know that she got back to camp safely, and doesn’t talk to him for another few years. 

*:·ﾟ ANNABETH’S TEENAGE YEARS ( age 13 - present )

frederick and annabeth eventually start talking to each other again. annabeth can’t really repair her relationship with her dad, nor does she want to, but they agree to try and meet every couple of months and spend a day together. annabeth introduces him to percy officially ( he’s met percy before this, but this is the Official Meet The Parents meeting ), and introduces him to sally jackson as well in the hopes that sally will be able to show frederick how to handle and support your demigod children. it doesn’t really work, but she still makes an effort. 

frederick invites annabeth home for holidays after a while. she never agrees, but she appreciates the invitation and sends presents home for him and her half brothers. 

*:·ﾟ✧ HELENE CHASE ( stepmother ) 

*:·ﾟ ANNABETH’S CHILDHOOD ( age 5 - 7 )

               “i didn’t wanna’ cause trouble, trouble.                 i’m less the player and more the played.”

annabeth’s relationship with helene is so wildly complicated honestly it’s hard to find somewhere to begin. helene got married to frederick when annabeth was five years old, and annabeth was initially thrilled about the idea of having a mom. we know a wide variety of conflicting things about her from canon that make it difficult to figure out their relationship.  annabeth remembers helene as being hostile towards her, which was deeply upsetting to her and incredibly frustrating. part of annabeth’s fear of spiders was agitated by helene not believing her, and getting upset with her for scaring her half brothers because she kept screaming. helene also got in between frederick and annabeth, trying to let frederick focus on his work instead of his children. it was from a desire to see him succeed, but to a kid as young as annabeth, it was helene being the bad guy and keeping her from her dad. 

*:·ﾟ ANNABETH’S TIME AWAY FROM HOME ( age 7 - 13 )

so how did we get from there to helene asking percy to remind annabeth that she’s always got a family there? the answer-- time. annabeth went from being a nuisance and a danger in the house to being gone completely. while helene might’ve not been thrilled with annabeth’s behavior / the danger she brought back with her, i don’t think she ever really thought of the consequences of her treatment of annabeth. it’s not like anyone expected her to run away, so when she did, it was a bit of a wakeup call that she feels really guilty about. 

she takes a step back and doesn’t interfere with annabeth’s relationship with frederick after that. she makes an effort to be kinder and more considerate when it comes to annabeth, but at that point, it’s kinda too late. annabeth’s brief return home when she was ten did nothing for their relationship, even though she made more of an effort to get along with annabeth. in a lot of ways, helene feels responsible for annabeth leaving. she also has to keep her two sons with frederick safe, though, and monsters running around trying to kill their half sister isn’t really helping with that. still, the whole family tries to get annabeth to come back, which is where we have in the titan’s curse talking to percy-- 

                     “Tell her she has a home here, will you? Remind her of that.”                              - The Titan’s Curse

clearly at this point, she’s doing everything she can to mend that relationship. at this point, though, annabeth just refuses to get along with her, or see her. 

*:·ﾟ ANNABETH’S TEENAGE YEARS ( 13 - present day )

annabeth and helene never see eye-to-eye. annabeth goes home occasionally, but there was a long time after she got back into contact with frederick where she refused to go to the house, and only wanted to see him. this is partly because her relationship with her stepfamily is bad, and partly because she feels guilty about the monsters that have made their lives harder. when annabeth eventually starts seeing the whole family again, though, she only does for short amount of time. she and helene never get close, even though helene makes more of an effort. it’s just not enough and at this point, they’re both aware of the fact that they’re never going to get along. 

*:·ﾟ✧ MATTHEW & BOBBY CHASE ( half brothers )  

there’s really not much to be said about annabeth’s relationship with matthew and bobby at all. they’re nice and normal kids, and part of her resents them for it, and they resent her a little bit too for being such a problem when they were really little ( they don’t remember it much since they were two when she ran away ), but being a constant sore spot in the family. she also never attended things like their graduations, etc., for fear of monsters attacking. they don’t have much of a relationship with each other at all, and the three of them are all okay with that. 

☆.。₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*: FRIENDS / OTHER CONNECTIONS 

annabeth has a lot of connections it’s a nightmare. these are her friends, mentors, romantic connections, and then rachel. 

*:·ﾟ✧ CHIRON ( mentor )

chiron’s like annabeth’s unofficial dad. he took her in after she ran away from home, and was her mentor at camp that she really latched onto as her pseudo father. annabeth holds a great amount of respect for chiron, which is the same respect she has for him in canon. 

the only place i really go off on their canon relationship is when it comes to how much annabeth is aware of.while she’s incredibly young, it’s shown very clearly that she’s one of the unofficial leaders of camp, even in the lightning thief. chiron trusts annabeth with a lot of knowledge, and i fully believe that if something was to ever happen to chiron, it would be up to annabeth to lead the camp alongside mr. d. 

*:·ﾟ✧ LUKE CASTELLAN ( friend turned enemy ) 

               “what do you do when it’s up to you to choose--                 has something ended or begun? stay or go : pick one.”

of all the people in her life, luke was the one that shaped annabeth’s life the most. i think canon did their relationship a disservice by focusing more on percy’s response to luke’s initial betrayal ( which is because he’s the main character and annabeth isn’t, but fight me ). luke and annabeth have a lot of history together. year and years of it. luke’s known annabeth since she was seven years old, she’s known him since he was twelve. they were kids that bonded in the most difficult circumstances, and as a result, annabeth is wildly dependent on luke. 

his betrayal hits her deep, and she’s incredibly conflicted as to why. simple answer: annabeth loved luke. as well as their strong platonic bond, she canonically has a crush on him ( not officially stated, but she’s blushing like a schoolgirl and flustered whenever he talks to her ), and while she says in the last olympian that she never had feelings for him like that, she did. she’s deeply wounded by his betrayal, but for mixed reasons. part of her is mad that he betrayed them, obviously, but part of her-- a part that she resents and hates-- is mad at him for not asking her to come with him. this, i believe, is the reason why annabeth denies her feelings at the last minute when she’s talking to luke. 

along with thalia, annabeth considers luke to be her first love. there was never a romantic aspect to their dynamic, it was purely platonic, but i don’t think her love for luke should disqualify him from being her first love just because it’s platonic. it’s 2019, people, platonic love is just as if not more important than romantic love. 

*:·ﾟ✧ THALIA GRACE ( friend ) 

               “and  maybe   if   i’d   been   a   little   bit  braver.                 maybe    if     i     stayed      behind     to      fight.                  but maybe doesn’t let me go back and save her.                 maybe        doesn’t        make        it        alright.”

like luke, thalia was also annabeth’s first love. they traveled together for a long time, and grew incredibly close. while annabeth doesn’t have as long of a history with thalia as she does with luke, thalia is instrumental to who annabeth became. thalia was the definition of what a true hero looked like, and her sacrifice hit annabeth hard. i don’t really divert from canon a lot here, but i will just say that when thalia joined the hunters, annabeth was pissed. she’d just lost luke, her whole world had been turned upside down, and the ONE PERSON she thought could really understand her, the one that had traveled with her and luke, the one that had the best chance of helping her bring luke back to the right side, and she peaced out to join artemis’ hunters instead. annabeth never really gets over this, and while she’s always glad to see thalia, part of her will always be mad at thalia for leaving, even if she understands why. 

*:·ﾟ✧ RACHEL ELIZABETH DARE ( oracle / pseudo-rival )

not much to say here, i just need to emphasize that annabeth’s initial dislike of rachel is NOT jealousy because she’s worried she might snatch percy away from her. i hate that, it’s catty, it’s immature, and it implies that annabeth doesn’t trust percy, which she absolutely does. annabeth is upset because rachel comes without a lot of baggage that she does, and she knows realistically that rachel would probably be a better match for percy. rachel doesn’t have a mom that despises percy because of who he is, she doesn’t have deep connections to the person that’s betrayed them to help kronos, she’s creative and pretty and smart in ways that annabeth simply isn’t. it hurts her feelings and her ego, and she’s mean to rachel because she can see in her what percy is missing because he’s with her. i’m not saying it’s mature or justified, that’s just how she approaches rachel and what makes her hostile towards her. 

*:·ﾟ✧ PERCY JACKSON ( friend / boyfriend )  

               “ in search of silver linings,                  we       found       gold . . .”

not a whole ton has really changed about annabeth’s relationship with percy from canon, but i’m going to very quickly say a couple of things about how i see it, and then establish the non-percabeth arc of annabeth’s story, since it’s not the same in all versions and i know some people don’t ship percabeth. in any verse, however, annabeth trusts percy with her life, and would do anything it took to protect him. their relationships, both platonic and romantic, are founded on trust, honesty, and loyalty to each other, and i will never ever EVER support a cheating plot with them. if percy ever cheated on annabeth, she would drop him so fast he got whiplash, and she would never cheat on percy. please don’t approach me with a bad breakup plot with them based around someone cheating, i stg. okay. let’s go. 

in the verse where they ARE together, i’ll just say that annabeth sacrifices a lot for percy. i touched on this a lot before, so i won’t harp on it, but annabeth’s relationship with percy fucks up her relationship with athena, so it’s not something she takes lightly. her feelings for percy are strong and profound. i touched on this before too but it’s important to note that while percy is annabeth’s first longterm relationship/boyfriend, he is not her first love. 

beyond this, just a couple of small things that hold true for the most part with their purely platonic verse/relationship as well-- annabeth blames herself for a lot of the pain and suffering percy goes through. she blames herself for percy going missing in the heroes of olympus series. she will never, EVER forgive herself for him coming into tartarus with her. BUT in all the situations they’ve been together in, she’s never regretted being by his side and supporting him-- she trusts him, she believes in him, and she’s sure of herself and him enough to risk a lot to be by his side. 

in the verse where they are NOT together, aka platonic-only with percy, annabeth still had feelings for percy briefly, but ultimately decided it was not worth alienating herself from her mother just to risk being in a relationship that didn’t work out. she’s well aware of the animosity between athena and frederick, and she doesn’t want to risk it all for something to end like that. additionally, annabeth is still reeling from luke’s betrayal ( again, so important to her growth, cannot be stated enough ), and her mind really isn’t on dating at the time or romantic pursuits, only on getting luke back and stopping kronos. 

i see annabeth and percy as being incredibly close and supportive of each other regardless of their romantic/platonic dynamics, so unless otherwise plotted, this is the version of her i will be focusing on. while annabeth is incredibly joking and a little outwardly flirty in her own respects, i will never force ship percabeth. unless we’ve agreed they’re dating / percy says they’re dating first, i will play her as being platonically close to him, and that’s it. this holds true for all her ships, but since percy’s her main love interest, i’m putting this out there. 

sally and paul’s dynamics with annabeth are centered around percy and annabeth’s relationship, but this, i believe, can also be read as being percy introducing annabeth as his best/close friend and not his girlfriend. this is how i’ll be approaching each dynamic here unless we’ve plotted otherwise, so. choose your own adventure. 

*:·ﾟ✧ SALLY JACKSON ( percy’s mother )

pure and simple, annabeth loves sally. she always wanted a parent like sally, and if helene had been more like sally, she never would’ve run away. annabeth embraces any time spent with sally as a break from the madness, and she’s relieved that she has a little pseudo family outside of camp that she can go to and not feel guilty for all the potential trouble she brings with her. she’s spent a few holidays at home with percy and his family, and she treasures those times and memories far more than any memories she shares with her own family. 

i will just say that while percy is missing, annabeth doesn’t know how to talk to sally. she’s overwhelmed and feels guilty and doesn’t want to scare sally, so she ignores her for a bit before being honest with her about things. she thinks that sally will blame her when anything negative happens to percy, and it’s always a shock when she doesn’t. 

their relationship sticks pretty close to canon overall, it just needed to be addressed. 

*:·ﾟ✧ PAUL BLOFIS ( percy’s stepdad )

my version of annabeth is incredibly close to paul. he’s smart, he’s fun, he’s good to sally, and is just all around a nice guy. annabeth is more than a little bit envious that percy has such great ( mortal ) parents-- she adores sally, and paul is the stepparent she always wanted. percy and sally have their own special bond, and annabeth’s relationship with percy puts her on the same level as paul, with both of them being both outsiders and insiders in the jackson family. annabeth talks to paul more often than she talks to her own family members, and the two of them exchange books and stuff. 

annabeth also asks paul for advice when she needs some parental guidance that athena’s either too busy for or uninterested in. athena and annabeth made a deal not to discuss percy or anything to do with him after annabeth’s relationship with him alienated her from her mother for a long time. so, since she doesn’t have a parent she really trusts to both understand her life and support her as a person, paul is the one she ends up turning to. my version of annabeth will hang out with paul independently of spending time with percy’s whole family, and since annabeth hasn’t really gone to public school since she was seven, paul helps her out and gets her through getting her GED and taking the SATs. they’re little things in the grand scheme of things, but for annabeth, it means everything. 

paul is one of the first people annabeth talked to about her time in tartarus. i seriously cannot express how important paul is to annabeth, he adopts her just like he adopts percy and she values and cherishes him as a person, a mentor, and just a friend. 

you made it to the end! have this gif of annabeth smiling as your prize

[mikesmokelotsa]

Shore Leave

The environmental readouts were nominal numbers, indicating no toxins to be found within the vicinity of Yaath, the fourth most resource-intensive restaurant within the Hades Gamma quadrant. The atrium of the spired, glistening silver purple architecture folded in a stock fourth-dimensional pattern, oscillating in between different frequencies of time, showing little hints of the space the building held, would hold, and had held, in a kaleidoscope designed by minds long forgotten to the records of The Federation Alliance. Bustling about hurriedly were many different servers, some multi-limbed, others non-humanoid, bio-mechanical, and others literally Servers, as the place was newly networked to work with any standard UniCom, making ordering a dish from the far spiral end of the galaxy as simple as thinking of it. The glittering spires, the permanent UV adjusted sun, held aloft in a permanent stasis of cold fusion, providing light but no warmth, was the proudest display of bio-diversity and hospitality in a quadrant unknown for its tolerance. The breeze simulated; it blew itself across many dining tables in the Simu-Deck, rustling the antique paper napkins on the table of an engineer, and a First Officer having dinner.

"It's multi-dimensional. A kind of temporal-spatially electrified version of what they might call obsidian on Ancient Earth. Even though there are no igneous minerals involved. I guess it's kind of a nebular quartz that appears only here in this quadrant? I've always wanted to see it." The Engineer said, wrapping their eating utensils in the paper napkins, like they'd seen in old Terran records.

"It's beautiful." Said The First Officer, placing one hand on the table, the other reaching for her glass.

"I always thought about coming here, but as a reward. Not really as a before kind of thing."

"It's shore leave. We have to have shore somewhere." The First Officer touched her UniCom, and closed her eyes. "What are you getting, honey?"

"More wine."

"It is shore leave!" The Engineer touched their UniCom, and thought about a delicious bowl of grated Zyxtium, a favorite edible mineral from adolescence.

In a flash their UniComs sent their thoughts through the networked airwaves reaching the chefs inside, whose concoctions crafted aromas that permeated throughout Yaath and into the simu-outdoor deck, the false sun beaming down on a bright, perfectly crafted blue-silver sky, that shined the constellations from your home solar system, based on your UniCom preferences. The Engineer recognized Cassiopeia, and Kolara, and C#11408-B, from their studies at Academy. The Engineer had no constellations from their own solar system, being wiped out in The Third Dirge.

"What are you thinking about, love?"

"The Future."

"Mmm." The Engineer reached for the drone delivering the food and drinks.

"It's going to be...Even more than we previously expected. It's looking like a lot more."

"That's why we plan. That's why we know that this next system is important. Uncharted new worlds are always terrifying."

"The problem is always difficult. How do we make our presence unknown to Class 5 civilizations anymore? Is this the right way even? I don't know sometimes." The First Officer looked wistfully at the projected shifting spires, the ones that reminded her of the mountains from Eden Prime. The clouds shifted into a shape not entirely unlike an elephant, then just as quickly disapparated.

"Careful. You know that Captain Kass has a plan. Why do you think we were even given shore leave? I'm sure she's on an away mission getting some vital part needed to chart this new system safely and securely."

"I'm not losing faith in our Captain, I just feel so restless. So emotional and distraught. I know on some level, intellectually I'm worth it, worth having this title, this uniform, and working directly alongside the Captain is like, trying to..."

"...Trying to describe magnetism to an organic infant."

"Quaint! But sure!" The First Officer laughed.

"I know what you mean. The few times I've been on the bridge I've felt it. That powerful sense of energy, of confidence, of love and care."

"Yes, The Captain exudes it with all her being, and it's like nobody else notices it? Or takes it for granted that She'll Figure It All Out At The End, and whenever I tell people that I worry for her, that I worry for the crew, for the ship itself, everyone thinks I'm doubting. That there's some criticism or judgment I'm making."

"When the truth is only the opposite."

"Yes!"

The Engineer drank their wine in a single gulp, while taking bites of algae-loaf, each mouth taking care to breathe in between chews and swallows. A drone wizzed by, playing a simple midi-tune, with a screen that flashed CONTINUE PLAYING??? ONLY 2 CREDITS! The First Officer touched her UniCom and thought it away. The Engineer thought it back, and bought four extra tunes to play.

"I don't doubt the Captain's plan. I know that this is our best chance really. I know it's all thought out and safe but... Whenever we enter a new system, it's the Captain who's the most vulnerable you know? They represent us all. They live and die on it."

"I've calibrated the stealth systems religiously for the last fourteen rels. I promise you, they're primed and absolutely our best chance at all of this going peacefully and promisingly."

"I know."

"I don't work next to her, but I admire the Captain endlessly. I just need you to know that even though you worry about her, I'm sure she's considered you in the full equation of things too, you know?"

"Yeah." The First Officer gazed into her glass of wine.

It reflected her augmented irises, which asked her for approval to analyze the alcohol content of her beverage. She canceled the prompt with a blink.

The Spires shifted and spun. For a second, flames burst from within them, showing a day in the future when Yaath may catch fire, or a day in the past when it did. It burned now too. The sky shifted to a super-intelligent shade of neon purple. It began to sing. The midi-drones chimed in.

MENTAL CHEMICALS

POSEIDON'S CHORUS JOINS FOR US

LOSING CONTROL INSIDE OF TIME

GUIDING FORWARD INSIDE OF MIND

DOES THIS ONE HAVE CONTROL

ABYSSAL ABYSSAL ABYSSAL

ABYSSAL ABYSSAL ABYSSAL

The Engineer looked at The First Officer, who leaned back in her seat, sipping her glass. She listened to the skysong, and closed her eyes. She looked beautiful, and around her glowed an aura only visible on a spectrum human eyes couldn't see. The Engineer noted to paint or draw it for her one day, as there were no words to fully describe it in her language.

"You shine when you talk about The Captain you know."

"I know, you've told me before."

"It's just very bright!"

"It is?"

"It is."

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

"It was at Academy wasn't it?"

"No, I mean, when we met met."

"Oh."

"Yeah. That was a dark time, I know."

"No it's okay, I don't mind talking about it with you. You're the only one who I can really even talk about it with."

"I think about it all the time."

"What? Why!?"

"Because even though The Agamemnon was a nightmare, it was when we made it out, and when we got into that escape pod together, and that we even made it out of that place, before that madness began to take everyone."

"I don't know. I never want to think about the things I saw that day. The things Primrose did to the crew. To himself. To you..."

The Engineer held their biomechanical hand up to The First Officer's cheek. They wiped away a tear from her eye, taking her temperature, feeling her heartbeat, her mineral and nutritional readouts, the compositions of all the chemicals inside of her, they could feel the raised levels of cortisol, adrenaline and salinity dilution, probably from excess rehydrating.

"I can raise your serotonin levels, babe, if you want?"

"No, thanks though. I'd rather do it the old fashioned way." With that, The First Officer finished her wine, and leaned across the dining table, pulling The Engineer close.

They kissed.

"I'll never forget it, my love. When I saw you in that hallway, those radiation vents cooking you. The way you moved. The way you helped Augustine until the very last moment. Before they were cooked in that thing. Before you were cooked in that thing! And how I wondered and doubted and had so many doubts and mixed feelings about being a Second Officer, and every single time I think about it I think about how you deserved that credit. That is was you and your strength, and your capacity to withstand things mere humans cannot. That there's no way I would've been able to to do the same for you. I felt so small and weak and scared. I remember feeling so trapped and knowing Primrose was coming specifically for me, and the whole Artifact was just a goose chase for him to get us locked into that course into the gas giant. I want to forget about it all but I just can't, and even though I'm so afraid and embarrassed I'm still happy that I survived! That I made it out and with my sanity intact. That we both did together. No matter how many recommendations I put forward, no matter how much I suggested you get this promotion, because I  outrank you, they gave me the credit. It's nonsense! It's an injustice and it isn't right! I can't even think about how much you gave to be here, to have me be here, and I think about how you're still an engineer, and how you deserve to be on the bridge with me, by the Captain's side!"

"Oh, sweetheart. You know I'd love nothing more than that, but I'm an engineer. They need me down in the depths of the ship. They need my solutions. My expertise."

"I know. You're so amazingly smart. I can't even imagine."

"I can show you if you like?"

"You're always full of surprises. Of course!" The First Officer chuckled through tears.

The Engineer reached their hand, interweaving their seven organic digits with the fingers of The First Officer. Their hands clasped together, The Engineer closed their eyes, and touched their UniCom, activating a homemade program they had been working on in between missions, just for this occasion, on one of the few planned allotments of shore leave before venturing into the uncharted Darkspace. The program began to run, and the bio-mechanical parts of The Engineer began to whirr and flicker as the information was channeled into bio-electric energy, synced up to their UniComs, united their minds in a singular vision.

They stood alone, surrounded in off grey to white. They faced each other.

Before them was a great blue sea, a vast archipelago, each floating with all manner of glorious things, some with foods from all over the universe, others with media handpicked from thousands of FedAlliance cultures, others with activities in abundance, and all within a thought's distance away. The Engineer showed how it worked, and reached down into the island, picking it up with their hand and expanding it into full scale. They were now on a beach. The sand crunched under their feet.

"I don't think sand is supposed to crunch like that!" The First Officer joked, cracking a mischevious smile. The tears fading from her face, indistinguishable from the work of the program or not.

"I'll get the hang of it eventually."

"I know you will. I can't believe you made all this yourself! This is incredible!"

"What's really incredible? Is how much time it took to get the time flux equations right. I dunno how they do it here in Hades Gamma, fourth-dimensional thinking is tough even for me."

"Time Flux? Like a dilation?"

"Yeah, but mentally induced through my biomechanics."

The Engineer reached down and expanded a small island onto the top of a table that was thought into existence.

"Here, try this."

The Engineer handed The First Officer a square that had a picture of a laser sword on it. She placed it into her mouth and saw a saga told in nine parts immediately as if she had lived it herself. Every struggle, every hope and dying wish of an ancient republic from an impossibly long time ago, and the battles made in its last dying days, and the violent but inevitable reclamation of that republic from the empire that conquered it. She watched them all grow, and die, and begin again. It was lifetimes.

"End program." The Engineer said.

The First Officer shook her head and looked up at The Engineer, who was smiling.

"Did you like it? All of that only took two minutes in Terran time. I know we've got a long way to go after this leave, and that the next mission is vital but deeply uncertain. And I just wanted to make something so that we'd have time. That's what the program is really. It's time. For us. We can see and do all the things we've wanted to in there, and it's only a fraction of the time out here."

The First Officer smiled.

"Then let's stay here."

"I want to, but I'm scared."

"You don't need to be. We're all going to be okay. You've convinced me of that now."

"It's not that I mean, I didn't even do anything!"

"You know you don't have to. You just do. By being here."

"Even though I'm not actually there, there?" Said The Engineer, with heavy hearts.

"But you are. And you will be. And you always have been."

"I love you. I cannot wait for us to be on mission together again."

"I love you too. The bottom deck feels so far away from you, even though we're still on the same ship, we're thousands of miles away from each other."

"Do you think we'll get to see each other in atmo before shore leave ends?"

"Maybe."

The Engineer got a red alert on their diagnostics screen, telling them a fusion coupling had come undone or corroded. It was the kind of problem that required manual maintenance.

"Oh no!" The Engineer cried, giving away the seriousness of their dismay.

"Go save it. Go do it, darling." Said The First Officer, knowing exactly how this played out.

"I'm not! I don't want to leave you! But if I don't look into this well..."

"Go ahead, darling. Do what you do. Save the decks. Keep the engines burning so I can guide us on the bridge. Keep us safe. And stay alive!"

"I'll try!" The Engineer said with a wink and a kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you so much."

Then The Engineer faded away in a flicker. Like a telemetry signal suddenly dropping off the spectrum. Their form leaving behind the unprojected canvas The Engineer was occupying, revealing the food, bowls, and utensils were actually unused the entire time. A side effect of Yaath's 1-1 Hard Light projection tech.

The Engineer closed their UniCom connection to Yaath. They leaned back into their chair and began to upload their program before making their way to the fusion couplers, both mouths smiling wide.

The First Officer sat at the dining table, and a midi-drone buzzed nearby. She thought at it, making it play a song she had heard The Engineer humming one day, while fixing a manifold. It was soft and sweet, and had a few harsh notes that made the melody blend with the way the sky sang, a newer tune, one that rose and shined with lucid hope, and the suns setting behind the spires, now showing a thousand different lifetimes celebrating a moment, whether it was a birthday, or a victory, or a New Cycle, or an end to a long, hard-fought war. But they were happy, and they were smiling, and The First Officer took solace in that for them, their past times were forever here.

She leaned back, and a drone refilled her glass of wine. It asked:

"Do you feel better? A standard Yaathian greeting. Hospitality planet and all.

"Yes." She said. "I'm feeling much better. Much."

She sighed, but lovingly.

[rla1994]

Chapter 7

And here is number 7

again: I don’t own anything

Enjoy~~

Enough time had passed since the first day of training, enough that Kanon deemed it acceptable to not supervise them anymore. Isaac had noticed that ever since they had all been approved as full-fledged fighters, the sea dragon had been less and less present. He once had spent days in the human world, keeping an eye on the Heavens. The only you could be sure he would be in Atlantis was when Rhadamanthys came. The reason why Hades had switched Aiacos with Rhadamanthys was unknown to all of them. The god of the underworld had just said that the blonde demon was more adequate. As for why Kanon was always there when the judge came by, there were two reasons: one, he was the general of the army, he had to be there to great such an important guest. And two, everyone could see the attraction that had developed between the two from the moment they first officially met. It was frustrating. It had been going on for months! Even Poseidon was trying to get them to be together, but no, even that had not worked! It’s like they were dealing with two monkeys! Two really, really big, stupid monkeys!

Isaac groaned. Just thinking about it irritated him. Who would have thought that two expert strategists could be so dumb when it came to feelings. Come to think of it, Kanon had again left for the human world. While it was nice to not have him on their backs every single second of the day. The fallen had grown more and more distant over time, almost as if he didn’t want to get to attached to them. But why? The angel groaned again and sat down in one of his sofas.

Meanwhile Kanon was sitting at a table outside of a small bakery that also offered coffee. He was enjoying a cup of coffee, black, and a pastry. He looked at the clear blue sky, activating his celestial vision which allows him to see the Heavens and the angels that were flying around under the cover of their energy. It made them invisible to the human eye. Any other demon, nephilim or angel that did not know exactly how the Heavens worked would not have noticed the changes. But Kanon did and it worried him. His plan was not ready. If Saga decided to act now, he would win. Or at least as much as he could, seeing as nobody had found Athena yet. Poseidon and Hades had a few ideas, sure, but they still hesitated about which one of the three girls they had found was Athena. First was a small village girl called Sasha, the second one was a rich heiress named Saori and the last one was another rich heiress called Angelika. Kanon had been sent to watch over Saori and get to know her more to determine if she was Athena or not. And that’s what he was doing right now. He was waiting for the girl to come for their weekly shopping date. It had been surprisingly easy to befriend her once he had changed his usual appearance for that a normal height brunette. 

He remembered when he had explained to Isaac and Thetis that they could use their energy not only to change appearances like the nephilims could, but also their genders which the half-blooded could not. Isaac had blushed while Thetis had smiled mischievously. Kano had decided then and there that he really liked their resident mermaid. Isaac’s reaction, on the other hand, he could understand. Camus and Milo had probably once or twice used that ability to spice up their nights and had not pay any attention to the redhead’s trainees, probably thinking they would be asleep. Amusement aside, he had taken quite a while to teach them how to do it. 

“Klara!” A young purple haired woman called out to the angel sitting at the table.  “I hope I didn’t make you wait to long.” She said to her companion. Klara smiled at her. “Of course not. And besides, you know I don’t mind waiting here: the coffee is just delicious.” Saori liked how honest her friend was with her. It was refreshing to have someone who was not her friend just for her money. She sat down in front of her and ordered a latte and a small strawberry cake. While enjoying their pastries, both girls talked about their day before leaving the bakery to go shopping for the rest of the day.

Rhadamanthys was apparently not enjoying his day as was the object of his affection. He had been tasked with keeping an eye on the third girl, Angelika. She could not be Athena. She was haughty and had deemed him unworthy of her presence when they had been introduced. Like every demon he had a human ‘family’ which provided alibis for when they had to interact with humans. He had used that connection which turned out to be really useful. The girl came from a rich family as did he. The only reason he was still there was because his family was more important than hers and the fact that he had been the only man to ever be interested in her. But with her attitude, he could understand. He could not wait for the mission to finish. 

He sighed quietly to himself as he walked beside the girl. “Are you alright, Mr. Walden? If you are unwell, perhaps you should consider returning back to your home to rest.” While her tone was considered, her eyes held the hope that he would leave her parents’ domain, and her consequently. “I was just thinking about how of a disappointment the weather was, Miss Hienstein.” Her disappointment was a clear on her face as was the chaperon following them and making sure they did not do anything not befitting of their status. Although he was not doing a good job at watching them, the demon supposed it was because of the lack of interest towards the family’s heir. He had changed his appearance to befit someone her age, but he could have also gone in his normal form and look about ten years older and the family would not have had a problem. The judge looked in front of him again. She was obviously not Athena, but she had an aura of an immortal. Perhaps she was a demigoddess? He did not know. He Had made par of his observation to his god and Hades had told him to keep a watch on her until everything was ready to proceed with the plan. He just hoped he could get out of here soon.

The third and last girl, Sasha, had been watched over by Rune, one of Minos’s men. He had, after only a few days watch, said that she could not be Athena and left. 

Which only left Saori as possible Athena reincarnation. They all knew it and they had all decided to wait until they were ready to go to war, to tell her. No matter how frustrated Kanon and Rhadamanthys grew. 

The days went by and turned into weeks and weeks turned into months while neither Poseidon nor Hades made a move. Kanon could not hold it anymore. He did not want to wait any longer and decided to act on his own. First, he needed a way inside the Heavens. He couldn’t ask Milo. Camus wouldn’t let him. And Isaac was, like him, not prevented anymore. He may have left willingly but he still left. He just had remained an angel compared to Kanon. That only left one possible option. He had hoped not to have to do it. Kanon concentrated. Eyes closed, breathing steady, he searched the four known worlds for one specific energy. It took him a couple of hours and a lot of energy to find who he wanted to find. He immediately teleported to him. The him in question was a tall brunette with dark blue eyes. He was in the human world for a mission. That man was his brother’s best friend, and possibly lover he had never been able to find out, the guardian angel of the Sagittarius, Aioros. 

Kanon appeared behind him. The angel was busy watching over a couple, one of them being his affected human. He sighed when he felt the other’s presence. He didn’t turn around but Kanon knew he was paying attention. “I need passage into the Heavens.” The fallen immediately went straight to business. “You’re going to stop Saga, aren’t you?” The sadness in the angel’s voice was almost too much to bear for Kanon. He knew how close Aioros was to his brother. That’s why he only wanted it to go to him as last resort. Because it would hurt him. So, he just nodded knowing the other was watching his every move even if he didn’t look like it. Aioros took a deep breath before finally turning around and extended a hand to his lover’s brother. The energy the angel send towards was calm and peaceful. It wrapped around Kanon’s right arm. It went onto his skin to form a tattoo. It looked like a leather band with feathers hanging from it.

“Thanks.” Kanon was about to leave when the older one stopped him. The look in his eyes said everything. Kanon nodded. He would not have it any other way. “Hey, I know I’m probably asking to much, but could you watch over someone for me?” At Aioros’s raised eyebrow, Kanon developed. “We think she might be, more like is, Athena’s reincarnation.” His companion opened his eyes wide and agreed immediately. The fallen felt a bit bad for using the angel’s undying loyalty to his goddess like that. Kanon soon left the other alone to go look for the next item on his list. 

Back in the Underworld, Rhadamanthys had finally, finally, been allowed to leave the girl’s side and return to what had been his home for the last hundreds of milenas. He was working in the Hall of Judgement with Minos, Aiacos having been on sick-leave ever since his return from Atlantis. Nobody had yet figured out what had happened. The only thing they knew was that his memories had been stolen and replaced with false ones, but none of the gods the garuda had seen had been able to give even the slightest hint towards the identity of the culprit. It was a mystery. In his stead was Kagaho, a relatively new addition to their army, he had soon proved his valor by being the one to last the longest against one of the judges. He had consequently been affected to Aiacos’s division as his right-hand man. If only his temper was as good as his fighting abilities. Indeed, the youngster had some serious anger issues. He had more than once caused serious injuries to other demons because of some little misunderstanding. Hades was the only one who could calm him down. But recently, the bennu had been seen listening to Aiacos. The judge had even managed to calm him down once which could be seen as some kind of miracle.

He was calmly working alongside his co-workers then, when he felt it. This sudden unpleasant feeling took over his body and soul, leaving him unbearably cold. He stopped working and concentrated trying to find where this feeling was coming from. He could feel it deep inside himself but at one point it somehow left his body, as if it actually belonged to someone else. He stood up urgently, ordered a nearby demon to get Valentine, his right-hand man. He summoned his armor and left the Underworld, leaving everyone confused as to why the stoic judge had left in such a hurry.

1) Okay, so I know Kanon is a man, but seeing as he has taken the appearance of a girl, I will refer to him as she/her as to not confuse, not only myself, but also you, readers. When I will switch back to He/him, it will mean he is back to his male form.

2) yes, Klara with a K exists. And it’s Kanon’s female name in case you hadn’t understood.

3) I don’t know if it’s Aiolos or Aioros?

Done! I think I’m going to do 15 chapters. I don’t know if I’m going to make sequel or not.

Below ao3 link: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17670578/chapters/41930735

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Michael After Midnight: Clash of the Titans

For my birthday, which was the 6th of October, I wanted to review something secial, something important, a film that really influenced me growing up and had a profound impact on my life. I did that last year, when I reviewed The Room after all, so why not make it a tradition? Well, I decided the film to review should be a film that is not only the most important film I ever saw, but one of the most important films of all time. This film is what got me interested in classical mythology, and from there cryptozoology and the paranormal, and it is the film that popularized wildly inaccurate depictions of krakens that have appeared in everything from Magic: The Gathering to The Fairly OddParents as well as Medusa. In fact, Medusa was not a popular subject in pop culture until this film came out, to the point where the Hammer horror film titled The Gorgon used the name of one of the Furies for the titular Gorgon’s name. This is the film that put Medusa on the map!

That film is, as the tile says, Clash of the Titans, a Greek fantasy swords-and-sandal film from 1981. It is cheesy, goofy, and an absolute masterpiece.

As a small child, I remember watching it, and upon seeing the Medusa scene was utterly scared shitless. I would watch the movie again and again over the years, eventually overcoming my fear by watching that scene on Halloween. And despite how profoundly, terrifyingly impactful that scene was on me as a child, the late, great master of stop-motion Ray Harryhausen thought this was some of his weakest work. This, in which he made the lights of flickering torches realistically dance upon the face of a creature that wasn’t even there? In which he singlehandedly made an old myth mainstream with his animation? I just boggles my mind.

Anyway, the story is one most are familiar with: the tale of the Greek hero Perseus, and his quest to slay the gorgon Medusa. There are a few tweaks to the myth, such as Pegasus existing prior to the slaying of Medusa, the expy of Caliban from The Tempest who acts as an antagonist, the clockwork owl Bubo, and the fact that, rather than Cetus, Andromeda is to be sacrificed to the Kraken. You know, like from Scandinavian legend. Except not really, because rather than looking like a squid it resembles a giant four-armed fish man – a look that, a s mentioned before, has somewhat permeated pop culture to an amusing degree.

This is a movie with Harryhausen animation, so of course the monsters are the biggest draw. I really cannot say enough good about Medusa; her entire scene is just perfect. It’s so strange to think that the scene is only a small portion of the movie, maybe five or six minutes long, but it is just so intense and exciting and terrifying. And obviously we have the scene to thank for every bit of Medusa to follow in pop culture, something I don’t think I can emphasize enough. Almost as impressive is the Kraken, which despite being horrendously methodologically inaccurate is still an amazing piece of work. Interestingly, these two are supposed to be the titans that are having the titular clash… something that is wildly incorrect, but I suppose adds onto the film’s charm.

However, not all things stop-motion elated are perfect; some of the stuff is seriously poorly composited, especially during the fight against the two-headed dog and the fight against the scorpions, which also features a really poorly composited Calibos. Calibos is frequently shown in stop-motion despite there also being an actor in makeup for him, which begs the question of why they didn’t just let him be Calibos full time instead of going for (admittedly cool) Harryhausen animation? It just seems rather wasteful.

Calibos is one of the more contentious elements added to the story, alongside Bubo, but neither character ever bothered me much, and I feel this version of the story would be a bit lacking without them, though Calibos moreso feels like a tacked on piece of plot at times, especially his eventual death, which is given practically no weight or fanfare despite him actively working to stop Perseus. I feel he perhaps needed more presence to truly live up to the threat he was supposed to be, but if time with him would have chewed up Medusa’s screentime, I’m glad for him as he is. Bubo I feel is rather overhated; he’s clearly ripping off R2-D2, but he does a lot of genuinely helpful and heroic actions and just in general isn’t nearly as annoying a helper as, say, Rose in The Last Jedi or the chicken from Moana.

The rest of the characters not needing special effects play their parts well. Special mention goes to the Greek gods, played by British thespians such as Laurence Olivier (who here plays one of the most egotistical and self-absorbed versions of Zeus you will ever see, but also one of the most likable in a way; you can’t really blame him for wanting to go out of his way to help his son) and Maggie Smith – AKA Professor McGonagall – as the antagonistic Thetis, mother of Calibos. Then you have Burgess Meredith as the undeniably hammy Ammon, and he’s just a blast, and Harry Hamlin providing the generic yet entertaining hunkiness as our hero Perseus. All around, it’s exactly what you’d want from a film like this.

I can’t deny that this film is pretty cheesy, and some of the effects are really dated – the bluescreens are uniformly terrible, and I’ve already mentioned some other issues with scenes involving stop-motion creatures – but, quite frankly, all of it only compounds to the films charm. There’s seriously no denying that cheese or no this movie helped to shape the views of mythology many of us have today. Did you know in the original myths Medusa was killed in her sleep? Probably not, because here she puts up one hell of a fight -  a trend that would continue in works such as Castlevania, Kid Icarus, and the Percy Jackson series, which all depicted her as a terrifying formidable foe. And Zeus may have never said “RELEASE THE KRAKEN!” in the myths but by Jove will you wish he did.

I think it’s easy to guess that I view this film as a masterpiece, and a must-see. If you are interested in Greek mythology whatsoever, this is a film for you, and hey – the inaccuracies, it’s all just part of the retelling. Do you know how many different versions of all the Greek myths there are? Medusa has been everything from a rape victim to a willing lover of Poseidon to a monster by birth with two equally monstrous sisters; in some versions of Perseus’s story he turns Atlas into stone on his way to save Andromeda; and don’t get me started on all the variations of the tales of Persephone or Hercules or Odysseus. In these old myths, the basic premise is always the same but the different storytellers add their own flourishes to entertain, and really, this movie is no different. It’s fun, epic, and cheesy all at once and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Most of all though, this was the best way for Harryhausen to end his film career. Whether or not he truly viewed this as his weakest work, the fact remains the man was able to make consistent flickering fire effects on a stop-motion monster, a feat that continues to wow artists to this day. The man was a master, and to do something like that means he retired at the top of his game.

Thank you so much for your work on this, Harryhausen. Whatever it is you truly thought of this film, you sure managed to terrify and fill with wonder a little boy twenty or so years ago to the point he became eternally fascinated with myths and legends.

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「 just as fire and ice 」

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the waiting game was not fun. he did note exactly mind the cold weather, but he particularly disliked being all alone out there. he heard some weird noises in the alleyway, and he knew there were a lot of creepy people lurking around such a place. he was not scared – not even a little bit. but, the idea of being forced to use his godly power did not sit well with him – his adoptive parents worked hard enough as it was, and he would not want to be a burden. he tried to distract himself with a song he played in his mind – and somehow, he followed a routine, invented one that would suit the song. by the time he imagined the end, his friend came out of the building with an idiotic grin plastered on his face.

“it was great! you missed the best part. yuta threw a punch and this guy’s jaw literally cracked. I think he needs surgery,” he was incredibly cheery for what he was saying. theo considered him and scoffed, what about that sounded appealing? he would rather walk on his tiptoes – which he did anyways when he practiced off ice. it was not really a pleasant activity, especially if done for an extended period of time. “so tell me, what’s up with you and yuta?” he inquired, theo did not really want to talk about it. nor did he know how to break it to his friend. hey, I am a demigod is not really the friendliest sentence one could say. luckily, he did not have to say it.

he saw the red haired boy approach them with the gallantry of a stone pillar – his movements were so raw, they almost looked animalistic. of course, it must have only been theo thinking that. girls were lining up to see their ‘hero’, and other young boys, much like his own friend, were throwing words of adoration. but yuta did not stop to enjoy his fame, which was odd considering someone like him would love to bask. instead he headed straight for theo, and for a second he did not know if he should run, it looked like he was a target. his friend was getting giddy, grabbing theo’s arm in the most fanboy way possible.

maybe theo’s heart dropped in his gut – or something. yuta’s words did not sit well with him, and the fact that his friend was so enthusiastic about yuta was making it worse. his friend tilted his head at yuta, he wanted to say something else, but instead he blurted. “mister surrey?” that was theo’s adoptive father’s name, but theo knew yuta did not mean him. his friend got the message and stepped aside, still excited. he joined a group of girls he knew from university, who were all gossiping about yuta and were probably asking his friend why he was talking to theo.

theo considered the man before him – his bruised knuckles looked almost pretty. or at least, pretty considering who he was. they suited him, somehow. he was not blind, he could appreciate yuta’s visuals, yet he never gave it too much thought. perhaps he was just trying to distract himself from the heavy topic, or maybe the cigarette smoke was suffocating him and he needed an escape. he coughed and covered his mouth and nose – as an athlete, such vice would have been the death of his career. it did not seem to bother yuta, and frankly, theo would rather have him calm.

the ridiculous proposition sank in – theo wanted to laugh, so badly. but laughing at yuta’s face might just be the last thing he does, so he did not risk it. he bit his cheeks, and tried to calm down before answering. “right, because two young demigods can take on a centuries old powerful god,” the sarcasm coated every word. he did not mean it as a disrespect – but he did think yuta was rather stupid to even propose it. however, he had a point. his father was not a great man, and he would like to see him perish as well no matter which other god inherits the sea after him. he let out a sigh, and waved a hand before his face to divert the smoke’s direction – gods, yuta was so disrespectful. “we cannot do it alone,” he added, a little more serious this time. he still thought it was ridiculous, an impossible task. but maybe if they had the right help, they could pull it off.

the man he froze earlier walked out of the building with his lady friend, still shivering. when he eyed theo, he straightened up and charged for him. however, yuta’s presence was quite a blessing in disguise. when he saw the young fighter, he faltered in respect and admiration – still suffering of a frostbite. theo did not have any expression on his face, he did not want to give away guilt or regret – he did not regret anything.

“that was a good match,” the man mused, and apologised for the interruption. theo found himself unconsciously smirking satisfied, almost forgetting why he was talking to yuta. yuta’s fanclub cheered along, still very curious why their idol was talking to a figure skater.

“maybe this is not the best time to talk,” theo said, and looked at his watch. it was already late, and he was sure yuta had better things to do, even if this seemed to be quite important for him. they could not do anything about it at the moment. “I think your fans need you,” he added, with a hint of arrogance – or was it jealousy? he took out his phone, and handed it to yuta. “we can meet tomorrow, just type your number in.”

a simple gesture, a million meanings – especially for the onlookers who did not eavesdrop. one of the girls was having a hard time visibly, she even started crying. theo found that very amusing, but tried not to laugh. gods, he really wanted to laugh – he was so amused, yet he knew it was inappropriate to do that without giving yuta a context. otherwise, it would have seemed like he was laughing at him. theo has always been a straight-forward honest person, to his demise.

his gaze fell on yuta again, he looked quite tired. “hey, do you want to get rid of them? I know how,” he offered, a plan already brewing in his mind. he knew exactly what these girls did not want to see – and he knew fair well that they suspected there was something going on between him and yuta. it was a small courtesy, he could help yuta this once. if the idiot was bold enough to propose taking  poseidon down, theo could at least help him get rid of unnecessary people. 

_______ ( @meikosflower​ )

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Welcome to Porthaven, Rika! We can’t wait to meet Hades Cosmatos!

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Name: Hades Aidoneus Cosmatos Age: November 15, 1985 Gender: Cis Male FC: David Gandy

Character Biography

Hades Aidoneus Cosmatos was born on the Greek island of Crete in the middle of the clear, cool night. His mother recalls the sky sparkling with the silver light of a thousand stars, but the moon was dark and new. He emerged into the world surprisingly quiet - a stark contrast to his two future brothers. Hades sometimes wonders if his father viewed him with resentment even then, or if it was the one moment where he looked upon his eldest son with pride. Kronos was a powerful man with business ventures all over the world who couldn’t be bothered to raise a child. In front of cameras the Cosmatos family was the golden ideal of what a successful Greek family looked like, but behind the scenes things were far more dysfunctional. Rhea quickly became Hades’ refuge. It was her advice he asked for whenever he had a problem. Her arms he ran to when his father came home angry. The family dynamic changed a bit when Poseidon came into the picture, but the abuse Hades endured only became more private. Hades knew Poseidon had an idea of what was going on, but was smart enough not to interfere and risk getting on their father’s bad side as well. Hades has never understood why his father disliked him so much. If his mother knew she never told him.

Zeus, the youngest, was born beautiful and bright. Even as a child it was obvious he had more charisma and confidence than Hades had ever possessed. Everyone Their father’s anger lessened as he began to favor his youngest son. Kronos showed Zeus kindness and paternal love that Hades had never experienced. He didn’t hate his brother for it, but it certainly caused a rift between the two that neither have ever addressed. Hades doesn’t know if Zeus was ever aware of what Kronos put him through, or if his golden brother just chose to ignore it.

As the years went on Hades became quieter and darker. Zeus was always in the spotlight, and what little light was left over shone on Poseidon instead. Hades just faded into the shadows. His father hassled him about not being more like his brothers - as if Kronos’ own actions hadn’t created the persona of the boy he was so unhappy with. Hades’ resentment towards his father was evident and Rhea was the only reason he was still taken on trips or to events into his teenage years. He became more antisocial, choosing to spend his time around the kinds of people his brothers barely acknowledged and his father didn’t approve of. It wasn’t rare that his mother would be called down to his school after he got into a fight or caught him smoking. But even Rhea couldn’t intervene when Kronos had Hades shipped off to a private school in England. He said it was to give their eldest son a breath of fresh air and hopefully clean up his act, but everyone knew he just wanted to get rid of Hades. Momentarily at least.

The self destructive boy who left Greece all those years ago was not the man who came back after graduating from Oxford. Hades certainly seemed to have “cleaned up his act,” but he wasn’t obedient or dense like his brothers. Kronos surprised Hades by offering him a high up position in the family’s company. From the outside it looked like an act of kindness, a peace treaty of sorts. In reality it was just another way for his father to control him and make sure he wouldn’t pose a threat or become a competitor. Hades surprised Kronos by taking the position even though he knew why it was offered. He wanted the connections, the avenues it could lead him down. It wasn’t a position that he could advance far in, but he never had any plans to climb his father’s corporate ladder. For years he saved up and learned all the in-and-outs of finances. And then he left. Hades left and made a name for himself outside of his father’s legacy. He cultivated a reputation for not being afraid to get his hands dirty if it came down to it.

Then the unimaginable happened. News of his parents’ car crash was delivered by the news before either of his brothers informed him. Kronos had been killed on impact and Rhea was in critical condition. Reporters were staked out in front of the family manor for days on end. Hades spent half of his time in the hospital, anxious to hear any updates on his mother as soon as they were available. He went to his father’s funeral for appearances - he can’t remember the last time he felt so completely numb. And then came the will reading. Hades got a fair portion of Kronos’ money thanks to his mother’s insistence, but his brothers got the vast majority. Zeus also inherited the company. Zeus, who barely knew anything about business. Zeus, who couldn’t even manage his own money. Zeus-

Needless to say, Hades was a little pissed. Not that he had ever expected his father to leave him the company, but he hadn’t thought Kronos was so blindly biased to leave his legacy in the hands of a frat boy. He helped out his brother for a little while, but left after Zeus arrogantly tried to boast how well he was doing all on his own. The new CEO suddenly had to figure out how to do everything on his own and Hades moved to Porthaven, where he’s been since. Hades isn’t exactly a good or bad figure in the city, but he certainly has made his mark.

Headcanons

The Cosmatos family have beautiful homes in Greece, London, and New York City. Hades spent a lot of time during his childhood and teenage years traveling between them. A great deal of his school was conducted in England, which is why his accent is a blend of both British and Greek.

Many are surprised to find out that Hades loves dogs. He doesn’t seem like much of a pet owning type. Currently he only has one - a doberman named Cerberus. Hades is open to getting more, but would rather let fate dictate when that happens than search for any himself.

Hades is currently in a rather toxic relationship. As composed and self-assured as he comes across, he is actually rather insecure. He’s terrified of becoming just like his father and has trouble bonding with people. Often he feels like he’s unlovable - which is why he’s with someone who treats him terribly. She routinely blows him off, is always asking for gifts, and refuses to truly commit. He’s vaguely aware that she’s cheating on him, but doesn’t want to acknowledge it.

The Underworld Nightclub was a massive success, though many residents dislike its presence in Porthaven. It also serves as a base of operations for some of Hades’ shadier dealings. He’s not against doing underhanded business or resorting to unsavory tactics to get what he’s owed.

Inspiration

Pinterest

[ajholdsamb]

Greece day two- in which we discover that Athens is underrated

Written by boy aj & girl aj We decided to get an early start to seeing the acropolis and reached the back entrance shortly after it opened. We were treated to a mostly empty site, but we could see tour buses pulling up in the dozens and we knew we had only a few moments before the place turned into a zoo. We rushed by the theater of Dionysus, past the massive aqueduct, small temples to this god and that, another theater and finally made it to the steps to the acropolis. Our brilliant plan to beat the tour groups was thwarted by a military drill at the acropolis gate, where we waited as Greek soldiers marched around as the masses piled up. The drill finished and the race was on; I edged passed an Italian high school tour only to be shoved aside by an older Korean lady. With minor bruises, we made it to the top of the acropolis and headed straight to the crown jewel, the Parthenon. It truly is magnificent. Given all that it's been through, including a toppling by the Persians in 480 bc, conversion to a church after Constantine, conversion to a Mosque after the Ottomans, a shelling of the Ottomans by the Venetians in the 1600s that blew up the roof, and the British, who partially dismantled it for their museum because that's what the British empire excelled at, it is in remarkably good shape. It's a forrest of strong marble columns supporting an entablature decorated with beautifully sculpted statues of the gods. It's beautiful, impressive, and humbling to be in the presence of something so much larger than you, both physically and metaphorically. We left an offering to Athena and continued to smaller temples devoted to Artemis, Poisidon, and Haphastus. Though Athena was the patron of the city and the most impressive temple, the Parthenon, was built for her honor, the acropolis was a home to all gods and many temples, many no longer standing, filled its rocky top. Poseidon, in fact, nearly became the city's chief god, but when he struck the acropolis with his trident to give the people a spring, useless salt water emerged and Athena and her olive tree won. We delighted in seeing a long scar carved into poseidons temple where the god was said to have made his contribution. The top of the Acropolis is clearly the most impressive, but we greatly enjoyed walking around its side. Scattered throughout the bedrock walls of the Acropolis are many small temples and shrines that would have been visited by the common people of Athens as they went about their day. We pranced around a small cave devoted to Pan, the god of music and other fun things, and shared a kiss at the shrine of Aphrodite and her son Eros, which felt like a necessary stop for the first real day on our honeymoon. On of my (girl AJ's) favorite stops was the theater of Dionysus, located at the base of the acropolis. As a theater nerd, seeing this place that had so much to do with the pastime that helped me survive high school was pretty special. It also made sense to learn that this was located at a site of such religious and political importance because early plays were performed as a ritual worshipping Dionysus, and the cathartic release of emotions they would produce in the audience was seen as magical. I also have another layer of connection here because I know this was the place that my grandma Momo during her time in Athens with my mom took center stage and began reciting a monologue from a Greek tragedy from memory. I've always loved that story and hearing about the thespian side of my grandma, so it was special to be at this place in person. After a lunch of salad bread and coffee (a common meal here for us so far) we were off to another site. Without needing to go far (but possibly accidentally wandering through some nice Greeks' backyards) we made it to the Roman agora. This was the place were many Athenians would go about their official business of selling wares or negotiating deals, but my favorite find was the place where they did another sort of business, an ancient public restroom! It was huge, made out of a lot of pretty marble, and seemed like it would've been a social place where you could converse with the people around you. Temples are impressive, but I always like finding these sorts of remnants that help you picture what every day life might have been like.The water clock with an intact roof and with the multiple personalities of the wind sculpted into the side was also a cool find. Next was Hadrian's library, with intact floor mosaics and rooms for ancient lecturers, which I would've like to attended except I don't know if I could cause I'm a woman. Then we went to the Ancient, or Greek, agora which I'll let boy AJ tell you about because to honest at this point I was a little sleepy so I took it all in from a nice bench where I could also read. Boy AJ here. So the ancient agora is like the Roman agora, just more ancient from the time when Athens was still ruled by Athenians (I think most buildings are from the 4th and 5th centuries BC). It's great - it has all the workings of a modern city: administrative buildings, court houses, a jail, even a sort of opera house where rich people could listen to women sing, except it wasn't opera since that wouldn't be invented for another 2000 years. Up above the agora is a massive temple to Haphaestus, the god of metallurgy and volcanoes. Ive always felt that haphaestus got the short end of the stick in life since he was crippled, suffered from unrequited love from his wife Aphrodite, and was sorta a loner just making lighting bolts in a volcano, so it was nice seeing that he got such a good temple. Our final site of the day was a cemetery with some beautiful and sorrowful grave engravings. At one point in time it was common to engrave a tombstone with a picture of the decreased shaking hands and saying goodbye to their loved ones. These sorts of artifacts also make me feel connected with the past. You can see how family is family and death sucks no matter what time period you live in. To lighten the mood I took some slo mo videos of the resident tortoise eating some grass. Next we took a break for dinner with a view of the acropolis, in which the food wasn't the best but we had amazing service and the waiter gave us some awesome delicious free uzo & dessert after he found out it was our honeymoon! Yamas! Our last activity of the day was another hike up a hill to see the amazing view of the sunset on the acropolis. To say goodbye to Athens, we toasted Dionysus in our room and read some Greek myths. Though our time was short, we had a wonderful time in this ancient city and a great start to our honeymoon!

[pelagaios-a]

♡ + powers

yet another hc meme || accepting

going to try and keep this as short as possible.

lmao good question nonnie. for this I’m actually going to mooch off my citta app since I have all his powers written out and stuff there !!! mooched from the wiki a bit this topic is rather broad and pretty well shows how generally overpowered Percy is, but this is a good question just to give people an idea since I’m sure a good portion of my followers don’t quite know who Percy is / how ridiculously op he is. to quote myself:

ABILITIES YOUR CHARACTER POSSESSES: Referred to as one of the most powerful demigods to date, Percy holds a wide breadth of powers related to his lineage, as his father is one of the Big Three…

why is this you may ask? well, it seems Rick Riordan ( referred to in the fandom as “rr” or “uncle rick” ) just knowns no chill and Percy just gets more and more powerful as the books go by. the general explanation and argument is that Percy has “always” had these powers and it just learning more and more as he goes. which, in part, does make sense. a lot of our understanding of his powers we have found through him stumbling across them himself. the way I explain this on his blog, and you will see pop up now and again, is that his powers ( the water related ones at least ) stem from one general ability since it’s not the most addressed topic in canon outside “he gets them from his dad.” in this blogs canon you need to almost imagine that he’s talking to it, asking. reading through the books ??? thats how I see it. Percy asks the water to do something and it does. “commands” could certainly be one way to say it as well, seeing as he is its “prince” of a sort ( which is also addressed in canon ). his father’s domain canonically listens to him due to his lineage. therefore, I don’t think this is to far off the mark.

so onto actual powers — Percy canonically has control over anything water based. when you look on this, think on this, you can start to see how ridiculous this is. almost everything on this planet is water based. no matter where you are there is water ( in the air, the water table, he can canonically create his own water, etc. ). then not only does he have a semblance of control over these things, but he gains a lot of benefits with them. one example is that while immersed in water he heals over a period of time length of which depends on the injury.

WATER-INDUCED ABILITIES: When in contact with or in the presence of water, Percy gains a disproportionate amount of superhuman clarity, strength, speed, agility, and endurance equaling a god and he has shown to be more powerful than Ares while in this state. However, this only lasts for a limited amount of time unless he is completely submerged in water. He also heals himself from any wound and most poisons when he comes into contact with water, the amount of water and time needed for the healing being proportionate to the severity of the wound.

HYDROKINESIS: With the power of the sea within him, Percy can control every form and great volumes of water, being even able to summon and heal his wounds and cure himself of most poisons with it. Percy can control water almost omnipotently. He can control it in order to make it explode, or use it to grab something, etc.

GENERAL HYDROKINESIS: He can create water from petrified seashells, as well as being able to create water with his own energy and summoning the “force of the ocean” to his will, as long as he concentrates hard enough. He can also harden water into an almost solid shape.

HYDROGENESIS: Percy can create water from his own power, though it takes much of his energy for him to do so. He uses this skill while creating his own personal hurricanes.

HEALING FACTOR: Since he is the son of Poseidon he can heal most wounds and cure most poisons when in contact with water.

WATER PROPULSION: He can control the water around him to propel himself through water. Percy can shoot water, not only from being in water, but he can blast the own water he creates.

UNDERWATER BREATHING: Percy can breathe underwater and diffuse the oxygen in the water to create oxygen bubbles that allow his non-hydrokinetic friends to breathe underwater.

WATER IMMUNITY: Percy can fall from great heights into water, and is unaffected by any amount of water pressure. He does not get wet if submerged in water, unless he wants to. Percy can dry items underwater (as long as he holds onto it), such as a lighter.

WATER SOLIDIFICATION: Percy can harden water into an almost solid shape. He can use this power to walk on water, by increasing the surface tension of the water to the point where it is solid enough for him to stand on, and water constructs. So far, he has demonstrated creating a strong water shield and on two instances he hardened the water into giant hands that followed and imitated the movements of his own hands.

and ignoring the water thing, his father is known as “the earthshaker.” in a historical sense, Greece is on a series of fault lines that run throughout the Mediterranean. a lot of seismic activity was through to have come from the sea itself, and the following seismic activity has repercussions along the coastlines. then there is the whole storm thing associated with the sea. Zeus may be god of the sky but within Greek mythos the water and everything around it belonged to the sea god. literally Poseidon is one of, if not the most, powerful gods in Greek mythos. a lot of who Poseidon is got passed onto Percy for no reason I can figure out other then he was the protag for five books and important for another five. he canonically again has some geokinesis / atmokinesis because of this. so yet again he grows more op. throw him anywhere you want and he is not powerless. you see where this is going ???

ATMOKINESIS: Percy can summon hurricanes and other types of storms, but the extent to which he can control them is as of yet unknown. Percy’s hurricanes have been shown to be powerful enough to douse the fires on Hyperion’s body, leaving the powerful Titan vulnerable to attack. By events later shown he is able to sustain the storm with less effort than his first use of the skill against the Titan Hyperion, although it still drains him over time.

ELECTROKINESIS (LIMITED): Percy used this skill unintentionally on one occasion, while creating his own miniature hurricane to fight Hyperion. Sparks of lightning appeared as his hurricane increased in power. His control of this ability, however, is far less than that of a child of Zeus and appears to be a limited side effect of his storms.

AEROKINESIS (LIMITED): Percy can summon strong winds, which he could use to create storms such as hurricanes and typhoons.

GEOKINESIS: Percy can generate earthquakes and (consequently) cause volcanic eruptions, but his control of this technique is less than that of a child of Hades.

looking on all of this you might go “well kat, thats a lot but thats all pretty simple. I don’t quite see where you’re going with this.” and friends let me tell you it gets better. rr really does get into the more technical pieces of this at times. Percy canonically bloodbends. think of the smaller things ( one example is poisons, they are water based ) and he has some control over it. he has even gone as far to pull water from plants / etc. then there was that whole debacle with the volcano which shows just how integrated his is into his fathers domain. heat / fire / etc. does not stand up to the sheer cold power of the ocean — lava only goes as far as the edge of the sea. it’s literally ridiculous. these are just a few pieces touched on in canon that really make you think on the greater scope of what Percy can do. ( other little things — talk to equines / water creatures, perfect bearings at sea, he possesses an innate awareness of any type of water vessel and can telekinetically operate it….. of a sort ).

CRYOKINESIS: Percy can use cryokinesis to a small degree. He is able to use the ice and snow around him to make an icy hurricane, as he does during the battle in Alaska. He can also manipulate frozen or icy water around him.

HEAT RESISTANCE: Percy has a far higher than normal resistance to heat and burns, similar to that of a Cyclops, due to his father’s oceanic nature. He was able to survive being engulfed by lava thrown by the telekhines, though it began to get more painful the longer he was in contact with it, as well not being killed by the super-heated steam from the eruption of Mount Saint Helens.

TOXIKINESIS (LIMITED): Percy can control and manipulate poisons. This is limited, though, as poison is only part water. The full extent of this power is unknown although he is able to control it well enough, when angry, to the point of terrifying others. Percy himself is scared of this power

Percy canonically is described as a “demon” when fighting / using his powers. hell, his name means “to destroy.” he took out a whole Roman legion single handed and caused general mass issue and thats all without the Curse of Achilles ( which he had for the fight against the Titans in the Battle of Manhattan which threw him even more out of proportion power wise ). you could say part of is the demigod thing ( ADHD = supernatural alertness and keen senses that keep him ready for, and alive, in battle. aka superhuman battle reflexes ) or the general enhanced physical condition of demigods ( faster, stronger, more agile and durable then a mortal ) but when it comes down to it a lot of blame I think can be blamed on who his father is. Percy is as he is because of the general ability to command his fathers domain. 

either way kid is still overpowered as all hell, especially since what we know he can do keeps on growing as each new book comes out… I hope this all makes sense and explains some stuff / my own thoughts cause I feel like this turned into a lecture.