#message from Athena

[obsidian-pages777]

Pick a Card: Career Guidance from Pallas Athena

Top Left (Pile 1) , Top Right(Pile 2) Bottom Left (Pile 3) ,Bottom Right (Pile 4)

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Pile 1: Current Challenges and Obstacles

The Tower: This card suggests that significant changes or disruptions may be occurring in your career path right now. Pallas Athena's message here is to embrace these changes as opportunities for growth and transformation. Trust in your wisdom and strategic thinking to navigate through any obstacles that arise.

Five of Pentacles: This card represents financial challenges or feelings of lack. Pallas Athena reminds you to tap into your resourcefulness and inner strength during difficult times. Remember that setbacks are temporary, and with perseverance and strategic planning, you can overcome any financial obstacles in your career.

Channeled Key words:Resilience and Adaptability

Action Steps to consider:

Embrace change and consider exploring new career paths or industries that align with your skills and interests.

Seek opportunities for financial stability through budgeting, saving, or exploring alternative sources of income.

Focus on building resilience and adapting to changes in the workplace environment.

Consider seeking support from mentors or career coaches to overcome obstacles and navigate challenges effectively.

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Pile 2: Guidance and Wisdom from Pallas Athena

The High Priestess: Pallas Athena's message here is to trust your intuition and inner wisdom when making career decisions. Quiet your mind and listen to the subtle guidance from within. Your intuition is a powerful tool that can lead you toward the right path in your career journey.

Ace of Swords: This card represents clarity of thought and new opportunities. Pallas Athena encourages you to approach your career with clear intentions and a strategic mindset. Stay focused on your goals, and be open to seizing new opportunities that come your way. Trust in your ability to manifest success through your intellect and determination.

Channeled Key Words:Networking and Relationship Building

Action Steps to consider:

Explore careers that involve intuition, spirituality, or working in fields such as counseling, coaching, or holistic healing.

Consider opportunities in education, research, or intellectual pursuits that allow you to leverage your analytical skills and strategic thinking.

Pursue roles that involve clear communication, writing, or public speaking, where you can share your insights and wisdom with others.

Embrace leadership opportunities where you can use your intuition and intellect to inspire and guide others toward success.

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Pile 3: Opportunities and Potential

The Empress: This card symbolizes abundance, creativity, and nurturing energy. Pallas Athena's message here is that there are abundant opportunities for growth and success in your career. Embrace your creativity and tap into your nurturing instincts to cultivate a fulfilling and prosperous career path.

Ten of Cups: This card represents emotional fulfillment and harmony in your career life. Pallas Athena reminds you to prioritize your emotional well-being and seek fulfillment in your work. Follow your heart's desires and pursue career paths that align with your values and bring you joy and satisfaction.

Channeled Key Words: Continuous Learning and Skill Development

Action Steps to Consider:

Explore creative industries such as arts, design, fashion, or entertainment where you can express your artistic talents and creativity.

Consider careers in fields related to nurturing and caregiving, such as healthcare, counseling, or social work, where you can make a positive impact on others' lives.

Look for opportunities to create a harmonious work environment or start your own business venture where you can cultivate abundance and prosperity.

Pursue roles that prioritize work-life balance and prioritize emotional well-being, such as remote work, flexible scheduling, or positions with supportive company cultures.

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Pile 4: Pursuit and Manifestation

The Magician: This card represents manifestation and taking action to create your desired reality. Pallas Athena's message here is to harness your innate talents and skills to manifest your career goals. Believe in your abilities and take decisive action toward your ambitions. With focus, determination, and strategic planning, you have the power to manifest success in your career endeavors.

Six of Wands: This card symbolizes victory, recognition, and achievement. Pallas Athena encourages you to celebrate your successes and accomplishments in your career journey. Be proud of how far you've come, and continue to strive for excellence with confidence and grace. Your strategic thinking and perseverance will lead you to even greater heights of success in your career.

Channeled Key Words: Self-Reflection and Exploration

Action Steps to Consider:

Take proactive steps to pursue your career goals, such as networking, furthering your education, or acquiring new skills relevant to your desired field.

Consider entrepreneurial ventures or freelance opportunities where you can take control of your career path and leverage your unique talents and abilities.

Set clear intentions and goals for your career and take consistent action toward manifesting your aspirations.

Seek opportunities for recognition and advancement in your current career path or explore avenues for professional growth and development that align with your long-term objectives.

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[soliadiaz]

they're soulmates and one of them dies but the other still sees the world in color so they refuse to believe that the other is really dead and so they try to fight the government that keeps the other in a secret lab. they're bathena. bobby is alobby

[ochiody]

i think after odysseus leaves calypsos island athena should try to reach out to him and get hit with seven years worth of praying begging pleading screams cries sobs etc

[shitpostingkats]

We need to remember that, in a world where ghosts are real, this is an even more hilarious conversation.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

every song from epic the musical the troy saga is stuck in my brain. simultaneously. help me.

[gcthamqueen]

but we're running out of time

oh, all the echoes in my mind cry

there's blood on your lies

the sky's open wide

there is nowhere for you to hide

the hunter's moon is shining

i'm running with the wolves tonight

[calypso-apologist]

Could you do Hermes and/or Apollo head-cannons if there s/o is like a princess but her father (the king) was both verbally and physically abusing her thx :)

tumblr user arsonist123 really making me reconsider adding the heart after every post's title but i'm commited to the aesthetic

Hermes and Apollo with an abused princess darling ♡

Hermes

Hermes is the type of guy to straight up kidnap you. Consensually, of course. If you'd let him, he would absolutely just pick you up and fly off, giggling loudly.

But of course, you're too kind for this world despite all the suffering and hardships you've endured and you don't want to leave the people in your kingdom with the tyrant king.

It's adorable, of course, but come on, the kidnapping thing would've been so much fun!

Still, Hermes adores your cute self too much to just go against your wishes like that. And so he starts to think of a plan to get you to himself. He might be getting some tips from Athena, but he decides those are too boring. And then he has the brilliant idea to ask Zeus for help.

Because asking Zeus about romance obviously always works well.

Still, no matter who helped, Hermes did come up with a plan! Sort of.

His plan is to quite literally scare your father shitless. He uses his role as the Messenger God and delivers your father a very scary (and very fake) prophecy from Apollo himself. Yes, he got his help to write it. To make it more believable.

And then cashed in a few favors, getting Zeus and Poseidon to cause some nasty storms around your island. Maybe some shitty crops if Demeter agrees to help. And maybe a tiny plague with Apollo's help.

And the "prophecy" clearly states your father has to give up his crown to you and leave the palace to live as a beggar among his people.

And it also includes you making a visit to a certain god's temple to get his blessings and so the curse placed on your land is undone. A temple that belongs to someone who's not afraid to... send a message.

Of course you go to his temple, knowing damn well who the "prophecy" was about. And you confront him about it, flicking his nose.

"You've made the whole prophecy thing up, didn't you, Hermes?"

You only get laughter in response.

Apollo

When he learned that his precious little ray of sunshine is getting hurt, he comes up with a plan.

Now, of course, he'd be delighted to simply shoot your father, but that would put you at risk of being given away to one of your suitors.

The suitors you, of course, keep refusing, absolutely enamored with the God who composes songs and speaks poetry just for your ears each night.

And so, he plans to free you in a way that you'll probably consider very sweet and romantic.

He disguises himself as an artist, a musician, who wishes to work in your father's palace and asks for your hand in marriage.

Of course, while your father laughs at him marrying you, he does enjoy music, so he lets the mysterious man stay and play for him.

He is immediately the only one you care about, sneaking away whenever you can. You're happy! You're just so happy that he's there, always giving you that soft, adoring look as he subtly serenades you, his words so masterful that only you understood, everyone else assuming his songs were about the beauty of nature.

Eventually, even if it takes weeks or maybe even months, he softens your father's heart and asks again to have you as his bride.

It's worth noting that with just how your father has grown to adore the new musician, he's also stopped harming you in any way, easily soothed into sleeping if he was nearby, charmed by Apollo's words.

And then, once the king finally agrees, Apollo reveals himself as the god of music and poetry, taking you away from your father's kingdom...

And then he still shoots him, of course.

[sunflowerdigs]

Writers generally write plots in order to take a character from point a to point b. For instance, for Buck's bisexual discovery episode, rather than thinking "I'm going to have Buck meet this hot pilot and see what happens", Tim probably thought "I want Buck to come out as bisexual. How do I believably do that?"

People keep saying that if 911 is going to move forward, it needs to start bringing on new blood and integrating it into the cast. Well, this season, Ravi has been spotlighted multiple times. But in order to bring on someone new, someone else has to leave or fall back a bit. Technically, Tim could move one of the younger characters to another shift, but I doubt any of the younger actors want their screentime cut. However, Peter has stated that he's not into doing all the stunts anymore (and he looked super miserable shivering under a towel shooting the cruise line story) and that he might want to spend less time shooting generally. After all, he's getting a nice, fat producer cut now. He could probably shoot part-time and still make the kind of money he wants, and that would free up some budget for another character.

Additionally, unlike all of the other characters, Bobby has options that would keep him within the world of the firefam and would give 911 the opportunity to explore new parts of the first responder world. He is senior enough to run or be nominated for a senior position in LAFD, one that operates more behind the scenes, structuring budgets, communicating with news outlets, creating trainings, etc. That's a whole new world for the show. It keeps Bobby in the mix enough that we could occassionally see him show up at the firehouse for dinner, but creates a much less demanding shooting schedule for Peter.

But Bobby would never go for that. He would have to retire and then get bored. So, the question becomes "How do we take Bobby from gung-ho fire captain to someone who voluntarily gives up his post?" After all, s7 ended with him finding new energy for the job. A near-death experience like the one with the car pile-up wouldn't cut it. Because Bobby has faced those multiple times over the course of the series and hasn't considered giving up. It just wouldn't be believable to the audience and wouldn't be dramatic enough to cause the kind of shake-up that Tim wants to do. So, what would be?

Well. What if Bobby and everyone Bobby loves had to think he was dead for multiple days? What if the audience had to think that? What if viewers and the firefam had to watch Athena and her children (including Clifford) grieve him? If Bobby came back after something like that, absolutely, both the audience and the firefam would buy his wanting to finally retire. Especially if you throw a dream house into the mix? And Bobby suddenly desperately wanting to live as he's dying? Folks may end up messaging Tim on Facebook demanding that Bobby retire RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

So. That's just some food for thought as to why Tim might do a death and resurrection. Additionally, whenever any character has a drawn out near-death experience it gives the writers permission to make big character shifts very quickly as characters process their grief. Characters are allowed to look at their lives, realize tomorrow is not promised, and choose things they may not have before the death. Those changes are even more believable if the audience has to mourn the character who almost dies with the characters experiencing a shift. So. You know. If, say, the show was going to have a character, I don't know, recontextualize his relationship with his best male friend and realize that choosing him would be choosing joy? Or if another character who had never stood up for a leadership position before were to suddenly want to do that? A major death that the audience felt alongside those characters might ease those transitions.

Think about it.

[allisonrw96]

Saw 8x17 and my hand slipped. Obviously there are spoilers here for Don't Drink the Water. Once I sleep and reread it, I'll decide if it should go on AO3 or not and add a link if needed.

Refined and posted to AO3! You can read the rough version below or click the title link to see it as it should be.

Heartbreak Like an Earthquake

The four of them play cards together after the dishes are done. It's a game that Buck only half knows how to play and the other three rib him about it before they play a face up hand so he can learn the rules and how to win. He doesn't win. But he knows how now. For next time.

He never bought a bed for Christopher's room because taking ownership of that part of the house felt different than taking ownership of the rest of it, but he still has the air mattress he hauled from house to house and the duct tape patch he put on the side seems like it's holding strong. Christopher puts himself to bed, reminding Eddie and Buck that he knows where it is still, but he doesn't snark at Eddie when he finds him waiting in the hallway to give him a hug after he brushes his teeth and he goes unprompted to the living room to give Buck one last hug too.

After that it's just Buck and Eddie, sitting at opposite ends of the couch that squeaks under their weight and that they slide on every time they try to lean back.

"Did you get any sleep at all last night?" Buck asks, handing Eddie the mug that Eddie doesn't need to know he stole on Eddie's moving day.

Eddie sips the tea to test it and exhales a too hot breath before answering, "Not really."

"Good," Buck replies.

They share a sidelong glance and then they both laugh, fussing with the strings of their tea bags and trying to get comfortable.

It feels like that's all Buck's been doing for a month now. Trying to get comfortable. Or at least, trying to find a position that doesn't hurt, doesn't take his breath away, doesn't make him want to sit down and never get up again. He doesn't quite manage it now either, but he feels... He's not hiding it. His grief is a beanbag chair that he's nestled into with no intention of getting up any time soon and there's relief in the surrender.

"I'm sorry that I didn't call you that night," Buck says to his mug but not missing the way that Eddie stiffens beside him. "And I'm sorry that I didn't call you any of the days after. Or answer when you did."

"You texted. I know you were busy."

Giving interviews to government officials. Endless interviews and statements that ranged from accusatory to perfunctory and that Buck can't remember at all now. He thinks he cried in at least one. He knows he cried with Hen at her hospital bed and with Maddie outside Chimney's. He knows that Ravi came over with a pizza and that Buck threw it all up later and the days passed, the days passed, the days passed. And then someone told him it was time to get back to work.

"I didn't- I couldn't say it. And I couldn't talk about anything else either. Those first couple days. I couldn't say anything. But I should have tried."

When Eddie answers, his voice is tight. "I should have been there. On the call, at the hospital, here with- I should have been here."

"Why weren't you?"

All their texts. One drunken voicemail that was just Buck's name and then a ragged, wet breath before the call ended. For weeks, Buck expected the next message to include flight details. None of them did. After Athena announced the date, Buck researched the flights himself, sending the cheapest and the fastest options to Eddie, half angry and half afraid that if he didn't do it, Eddie might not.

"I was going to be here for the funeral. Christopher agreed to stay with my parents and they agreed to take him and I packed a bag and waited for the call. As soon as I knew which days everything was happening I was going to head to the airport.

"And I kept waiting. Radio silence from you. Radio silence from Chimney and Ravi. I started thinking you were gonna have the funeral without me. Started thinking I deserved it. It was my fault I wasn't there anyway. By the time I starting getting pissed enough to realize I didn't need an invitation to get on the plane, you sent me the flights."

"You're here now."

For now. Buck thinks but stops himself from saying. It would be mean for the sake of seeing Eddie flinch and once he reaches past all the parts of himself that do mean it, he can get to the core that doesn't. It was never Eddie's fault that he had to leave. And he has every reason to already be gone now. But Buck sent him a list of one way flights and Eddie booked one and he stayed. He still hasn't booked another even though he has his offer and he knows what day he's expected to report. It's a hope that he's so angry to feel because it's going to hurt so much worse when it gets ripped away, but it's one that Buck can't help but cling to.

"For all the good it's done," Eddie says, sipping his tea like he wishes it was something stronger.

"Hey. You being here is doing us good. It's doing me good."

"Getting screamed at by a raging asshole in your own kitchen over who's the most sad is part of your grieving process?"

"No." Turning to face Eddie, Buck takes in the shadow cast over his body, the way the bitterness of his last words is still lingering in his expression. He looks and he remembers other shadows that he had to help Eddie fight back and he waits for Eddie to look over at him. It takes a while.

Slowly, Buck says, "'Getting to be there for my best friend when he finally tells me how he's really feeling after having to watching him walk around for weeks like he didn't just have his heart ripped out' is what's part of the process. I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner."

"I don't remember getting to that part."

"Well I had to get through the "Wanting to punch you in the face for spitting in mine" part out of the way first. I was going to try the talking part again this morning, but..."

Eddie winces and Buck finds he doesn't feel as guilty about that as he would have thought.

"But the asshole had to get one more shot in. Buck, I'm-"

"I know you are," Buck says. He doesn't know where Eddie got the money for another plane ticket and he doesn't know how he knew how badly Buck needed to feel something other than the feeling of bobbing in an open ocean beside a sinking ship, trying desperately to reach people who keep floating further and further away. But he supposes that Eddie's always been his anchor and maybe he shouldn't be surprised at all. "I forgive you."

In the dark, Buck can't see Eddie's jaw twitch like he wants to refuse the forgiveness like he usually does, but he knows it's there by the sound of the strong exhale that takes the place of whatever he wants to say and the way he looks back down at the tea.

"Did I really spit on you?" he asks, looking back at Buck with his eyebrows knitted together.

A laugh pops from Buck's mouth like double bubble bursting and he says, "Uh, you shouted like six inches from my face so yeah. I was in the splash zone. I kind of regret encouraging you to drink more water."

"Jesus," Eddie says, rubbing his hand over his face.

Still laughing, Buck plucks his teabag out of his mug and Eddie slides over a coaster to catch it, leaving his own to steep just a little bit longer. It's not everything that there is to say, but Buck can feel a part of himself snapping back into place. They're going to be okay. They're always going to be okay.

A memory bubbles up, one that he's surprised to even remember. He and Eddie had gotten into it on a shift one day. Buck can't even remember what the problem was but he knows he prayed they would catch a fire just so he could turn the hose on Eddie and blow him down the block. It had made Ravi nervous--he was still so green back then--enough that he worked up the courage to ask Bobby if he was going to do anything about it.

"If it interferes with the job, I'll separate them," Bobby promised. "But I won't have to. They'll be back in each other's pockets before we leave tomorrow morning."

"Before dinner," Hen had countered, holding up a ten for Bobby to call or raise, and Buck had been so furious that the stairs rattled under his feet as he stormed off. This wasn't like that. This was serious.

And he still thought maybe it had been. He and Eddie still went out to breakfast the next morning anyway, unspoken apologies passing between them like the keys between their hands as they walked out the door.

It's not a bad memory, but it hurts all the same. Bobby knew all of them so well. Sometimes it seemed like he knew everything. But he can't have seen this coming. He can't have known what his death would do to all of them or he never would have trusted Buck to-

He draws in a shaky breath that gets Eddie's concerned attention immediately. He sets his cup down before he shifts closer to Buck, making sure both of his hands are free when he asks, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," Buck answers, the same way he's been answering for weeks. But this time Eddie doesn't look away from him and Buck lets the second half of the sentence finally escape. "I'm just thinking about Bobby. I can't seem to stop."

"You don't have to stop. I think about him too."

In his eyes, Buck can see the part that Eddie isn't saying. He thinks about him the same way that Buck just did, the same way they all do, but he also thinks about what he would have done if he was there. What he might have said. What Bobby would have said. Worrying and worrying and worrying over the void that will always exist in place of a goodbye. Now that Buck knows, a little, what Eddie's gone through, he can't imagine how he's bearing up under it.

If Buck was the one with an empty place where a memory should be, he thinks it might kill him. They'd given him oxygen that night. A sedative. But having to hear it later, he thinks... Yeah. He might not have made it. It might be worse than the burden he's carrying now: a promise that's too heavy for his shoulders and one that he's closer and closer to dropping every day.

"He told me-" Buck starts and then stops. Is he making this moment about him? Should he be asking Eddie more questions instead? But he is who he is and Buck can feel the words slipping out of his mouth without any hope of stopping them. "I wasn't being a martyr by picking up paper towels and eggs," he says with more of an edge to the words than he intends.

"Buck-" Eddie sighs. "I know you weren't."

"I forgot," he shrugs. "I forgot you said you'd pick up the groceries and so I went and did it because that's what I always do when I have a Thursday off and because if I don't have something to do every second of every day I think I might go out of my mind. I stand in the middle of a room and I don't know how to move or where to go if I did. And I don't want to have to figure out what to do. I don't want to do anything at all. I want to lay down on the floor and stay there and I can't.

"So I did your laundry. And I could tell you were mad about it, but I swear I didn't give a shit about your socks on the table and I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty for making me clean up after you; I just had to do something or I..."

"Hey. Hey. Look at me." Buck hadn't realized he'd stopped, but when he raises his gaze he finds Eddie's warm brown eyes and more worry than he knows what to do with. "I never should have said that. I was mad and I-"

"I know. It's okay."

"No, it's not." Eddie lets out another sharp breath and moves closer still until their knees are touching and his hand slides off the back of the couch and onto Buck's shoulder.

"We've been worried about you. All of us. You think you're hiding how you're feeling but you are shit at it. Everyone can see that you are two steps away from exploding only you won't talk about it. You're too busy making the rest of us talk, giving out grief assessments like you're the department trauma counselor and we're not making it through the stages of grieving fast enough for you.

"So we've all been tiptoeing around you because no one wants to be the one to set you off and, yeah, I got pissed. Because you were the first person I wanted to tell about the gig in El Paso." Eddie gestures between the two of them with his free hand and Buck's face flushes hot with shame. "You and me, we're supposed to be able to talk about things, but since Bobby died, we haven't talked about anything. I know what it's like to be the one stuck in the middle of that room and I know you'd never leave me there alone. So why are you locking us out and pretending that's what we're doing to you?"

He's close again, breathing heavy again, one hand hot on Buck's shoulder and other finger burning where it taps against his chest with the last words of Eddie's sentence. This time instead of the urge to hit back, Buck only wants to crumple.

"I was there with him. When he died. Did someone tell you that?" Eddie nods and Buck says, "He made me leave. But before he did he told me- He said that I would be okay. And he said that the team would need me."

Tears prick at his eyes again and Eddie's grip gets tighter and before he can say something, Buck plows ahead and says, "But he was wrong. I don't know if he- he thought I was stronger or smarter than I am or if he was just lying so I'd have a reason to..." His throat catches and Buck ducks his head to cough, clearing the river of snot that will be unleashed as soon as he actually starts crying.

"I've been trying to be there for everyone, trying to make sure everyone is okay, but no one is and I don't know how to fix it. There was an earthquake and I thought Bobby would give me an answer but he's still just gone and I'm trying to hold everyone together, but they keep moving away or pushing me away and if I-I-I can't-" his voices hitches and Buck's shoulders shake with stuttered breath- "It's the only thing he asked me to do, but he didn't tell me how and I'm letting him down. I'm letting everyone-"

"No, you're not. You're not."

Buck's head his still bowed to his chest when Eddie takes the mug from his hand and then drags him into the fiercest hug he's ever received. It's too tight to be comforting and the angle is wrong and their chins and elbows and hands are all too rough and too sharp. The hug hurts and Buck twists his fingers in Eddie's shirt to keep him from pulling away.

"You're not letting anyone down," he says to the side of Buck's head. "Not Bobby, not any one of us. We all need you. Okay? Christopher needs you. I need you. I'm always going to need you."

Eddie's hands are fists at Buck's back and his knuckles slide over Buck's shoulders, a steady, soothing, grounding pressure that keeps Buck from drifting away as he lets himself cry for the first time since the funeral.

The whole time, he's aware of a gentle murmuring nearby. It never evolves into more reassurances or even any words at all, but the sound is one of safety. It's the kind of noise you'd make at an infant--the kind Buck sang to Jee-Yun when she was too small for words and the world beyond her parents was nothing more than a wide, often-terrifying confusion. Eddie hums like that to him now, rocking him back and forth, and Buck feels the comfort in the part of him that's still too small and terrified for words.

Once he makes it back to himself, Buck sniffs without pulling away and says, "I'm sorry."

"I know. It's okay."

"No, I was supposed to be there for you and I wasn't. I quizzed you, Eddie. Who does that?"

Laughter rumbles against his cheek and Buck sits up again, surprised to find Eddie's eyes wet and ringed with red.

"Did you ever think that maybe when Cap said we were going to need you that he meant the real you? Not superhero you, not expert you, not captain you, but just you?"

Buck doesn't answer. He doesn't think Eddie needs him to.

"You know when I saw your Jeep at the airport I think it was the first time in weeks I felt like I could actually breathe?"

Eddie's smile when he'd seen him had the same effect on Buck. A relief so sweet that it almost ached. When he'd gotten out of the car to help Eddie with the bags he definitely did not need help with, Eddie had pulled him into a hug and Buck had finally felt something other than numb. It was where he'd found the strength to start being the Buck he thought Bobby would want.

"And then after the funeral I saw you slip Athena a bottle of water. Heard you ask Ravi to keep any eye on Tommy. Watched you take the kids outside to give them a break from everything."

"None of that was a big deal," Buck says, squirming. "I was just-"

"Being you?" Eddie replies raising his eyebrows in that softly challenging way that wins Buck to his side every time. "I know. And I bet that's what Bobby was counting on."

Eddie holds Buck's gaze for a beat longer before pulling them slightly apart and reaching for Buck's mug on the table. Buck accepts it, but doesn't drink, curling his hand around the still warm cup and thinking that he never told anyone about the worst parts of his coma. There was a moment then where he thought Bobby's death might kill him too, but it hadn't. And it had been Bobby, even the Bobby who was a hurt, broken stranger, who had helped Buck look inside himself and find what he needed to live.

"Is that enough?"

Buck still isn't sure. But he figures he owes it to Bobby to keep trying until he is.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah, Buck."

"Bobby asked about you all the time. He kept calling Ravi "Eddie" for like the first month that you were gone. It was an accident at first, but after that I think he just wanted to rile Ravi up. He wanted me to convince you those caffeine drinks were going to kill you. He sent me articles." As he speaks, Buck watches Eddie go still, then watches grief fill his eyes even as he manages a wet laugh at Bobby's hatred of energy drinks.

"He tried to tell me it counted as driving under the influence."

"Yeah, I think that was one of the articles," Buck laughs. Licking his lips before speaking again, he says, "He loved you, Eddie. And he was so proud of you. Not- not just for going to get Christopher, but for everything. And I think. If you had been there. He would have wished you weren't. He would have wanted you to be safe. He would have wanted you to keep living.

"There wasn't anything you could have done."

Sitting back, Eddie sniffs back his emotion and wipes harshly at his eyes before turning to Buck and saying, "I know."

"I know you weren't there and I can't imagine what it would be like not knowing, but I promise-"

"I do know," Eddie croaks, his eyes wide and heartbroken and as honest as Buck has seen them since he's been home. "If there was anything that anyone could do, you guys would have done it. And so would he."

This time when they embrace, they fall into it together. Eddie's arms are tight around Buck and Buck's face is buried in the crook of Eddie's neck. Feeling Eddie exhale and his body soften and relax under Buck's touch, Buck feels something in himself unwinding too. And there, just for a moment, it feels like Bobby is in the room with him, looking in from the doorway, and smiling.

[sirenofthepacific]

Manifestation example: Lola vs Athena

Hello Mortals..

As an ardent fan of Tam Kaur, I realised that I thoroughly loved the Lola vs Athena comparison, it helped me realise what I did wrong and how i could improve. So i thought, why not apply this to manifestation. Look at this example:

Lola and Athena are both manifesting a text message from a specific person. They’ve spent the night fulfilling and saturating themselves in the feeling of already having their desire. But the next morning, when they check their phones, there’s no message.

Lola wakes up with anticipation, immediately grabbing her phone to check for a message. She whispers to herself, “Please, please, let there be a text. I did the affirmations last night... it has to be there.” But when she sees no notifications, her heart sinks.

Her mind spirals: “What if it didn’t work? What if they’re ignoring me? What if I never hear from them again?” She refreshes the app. Still nothing. She starts thinking she needs to do more affirmations, maybe even reach out first. By mid-morning, Lola is exhausted, frustrated, and convinced she’s failed.

Athena, on the other hand, wakes up, calmly picks up her phone, and notices no messages. But instead of panicking, she smirks and thinks: “Of course, they’ve already texted me. The 3D is just catching up—it always does.”

Athena doesn’t dwell on the absence of a message. She continues her morning routine with quiet confidence, embodying the version of herself who’s already in constant communication with her specific person. Throughout the day, she acts as though she’s already received the message, feeling fulfilled and at ease.

By evening, her phone buzzes—not once but twice.

When you manifest, your job isn’t to chase proof in the 3D—it’s to persist in the assumption that your desire is already yours. The 3D is like a mirror; it reflects your inner state. Checking the mirror for changes before adjusting your internal beliefs is a surefire way to delay your manifestation.

Manifestation isn’t about waiting for your desire—it’s about embodying the version of yourself who already has it!

[bybobbysbeard]

You choose the ship, just give me #13 :)

Droid, for you. The kiss meme: "Discreetly." Bucktommy, 1000 words, no warnings, mentioned canonical MCD.

Buck thought it would feel weird. Putting his dress blues on again. And it did, a little. The last time he tied this tie he was brittle, sharp and fractured behind a shell of competence. Trying to get his family through one of the worst days of their lives. Now the grief is muted, in the background where it seems to live, a tide that ebbs and flows each day. The feeling hasn’t shrunk, but Buck has grown around it, therapy and love shoring up an eroded breakwater. 

It’s been three months since Bobby’s funeral. 

He tugs on the hem of his jacket, straightening the lines of buttons. He’s found an out-of-the-way corner of the ceremony hall, trying not to draw attention to himself, but still keeping an eye on the rest of his team. Eddie is leaning against the bar, chatting with Lucy and Lena. He’s smiling, ducking his head and laughing while Lena socks him gently on the shoulder. It’s good to see him in uniform again. 

Chim is standing in one of the aisles catching up with a few of the paramedics from B shift. The hollow look in his eyes is finally starting to fade after the lack of sleep and literal running from his feelings made his already lean figure even more trim. But the last month has been better. Like Buck’s grief, Chimney’s guilt hasn’t shrunk, but he has learned to live with it. Maddie, Jee, and little Robbie have helped. 

It looks like Ravi’s gotten trapped coming back from the washroom by a few probies that Buck doesn’t recognize. He’s got a slightly panicked look on his face, so Buck should probably rescue him. And he will, soon. Definitely.

Hen is talking with Chief Simpson near the stage, her shiny new captain’s badge sparkling in the overhead lights. Karen is at her side, one hand tucked into the crook of her elbow. Denny and Mara are nearby, looking at something on Denny’s phone and laughing. They look happy, a family unit celebrating a deserved win. 

It’s such a relief to see that silver shield pinned to Hen’s chest. After Bobby, everything was unmoored. Weeks of uncertainty, Gerrard’s unwelcome presence, and of course, the Pacific Plate trying to shake them all into the ocean again. Buck knows better than to pin his hopes on something like this, but celebrating Hen’s promotion feels like it might be the first step towards a new normal. 

Buck checks his watch. Even though the ceremony is over, the hall is still packed. Considering the year the LAFD has had, it's not a surprise people are taking the excuse to chat. He pulls out his phone, bringing up his text thread with Athena, and sending off a quick message to let her know everyone is still talking, and they’re going to be late for the dinner she’s hosting in Hen’s honour.

Looking down at his phone, he doesn’t notice his visitor until warmth presses up against his arm and a low voice speaks in his ear.

“What’s a handsome guy like you doing over here, all by yourself?”

Buck can’t keep the smile off his face, but he doesn’t look up, sending a thumbs up to Athena’s unimpressed response. “Waiting for my boyfriend, and he knows muay thai, so you had better move along.”

Tommy laughs, a throaty chuckle that makes their shoulders bump together. “Well I don’t see him around anywhere, so I think I’ll take my chances.” A hand slides down to his elbow, slowly spinning Buck away from his view of the room. He pockets his phone and looks up.

Tommy’s head is tilted, scanning over Buck's face, cataloging whatever expression is there. He was pretty good at noticing when Buck was hurting or overwhelmed when they first dated, but the last two months of their second (third? Does the hook-up count?) try have turned him into an expert. He’s been a bulwark, a wall between Buck and the normal world. While Buck focused on keeping the 118 going, trying to be what each member of his team needed at all times, Tommy focused on keeping Buck afloat. 

Some days it felt like Tommy’s steady support was the only thing getting Buck out of bed in the morning. And on the nights when neither of them could sleep, they talked. About their histories, and their families. Why it cost Tommy so much to come back; why it hurt Buck so much for him to leave. 

Buck’s not sure what his face is doing at the moment, but Tommy straightens up, seemingly satisfied. He looks out over the crowd, tracking Eddie, Chim, Ravi, and Hen. “Do we need to get them moving soon?”

We.

Buck just looks at him. He’s clean shaven, cap tucked under an arm, broad shoulders filling out the seams of his dress uniform so nicely. His hair is carefully styled, curls brushed back into that thick wave Buck loves to mess up. The perfect cupid’s bow of his lips is begging for a kiss. They’re surrounded by their coworkers and hundreds of other LAFD members, but Buck chose this spot well. Tommy’s half in shadow, a wall against his back and a support pillar to his left.

Buck leans in, lightning-quick, pressing a barely-there kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

Instinctively, Tommy turns towards him, tightening the grip he has on Buck’s arm. His eyes glitter in the low light. He licks his lips, and hums. “What was that for?”

“I-I’m just happy you’re standing here with me. That’s all.”

Tommy’s hand drops down, tangling their fingers together in the shadows between their bodies. “I’m happy I’m here too, Evan.” He squeezes once before letting go. “Come on, Ravi looks like he’s about to do something desperate. I saw him eyeing the emergency exit a minute ago and I don’t feel like explaining another 118 misdemeanor to Chief Simpson just because I was nearby. I’ve already filled my quota for the year.”

Buck snorts a laugh. “I think it’s officially Hen’s job to explain those now.”

“Thank God for that.”

[majikkulu]

✮ ˖° ⸜ masterlist ꕤ ･

╭₊˚๑  ૮꒰˶˃  ᵕ  ˂˶꒱ა  ♡

in  this  pick-a-card  reading,  we’re  uncovering  who’s  watching  over  and  protecting  you  on  a  spiritual  level.  is  it  deities,  spirit  guides,  ancestors,  the  universe  itself,  or  another  higher  power?

remember,  this  is  a  general  reading.  take  what  resonates  and  let  the  rest  flow  away.

trust  your  intuition,  choose  the  picture  or  pile  that  calls  to  you,  and  let  the  magic  unfold!

✧˖°.₊  ♡  ✩˚  ༘

﹒ ﹢ ♡. PILE ONE ﹑ ﹒ you  have  an  unstoppable  force  by  your  side,  a  warrior  at  heart.  this  being  is  a  protector,  a  guide  who  pushes  you  to  move  forward,  to  grow,  and  to  overcome.  i’m  sensing  they  could  be  a  teacher,  maybe  even  someone  who  helps  you  navigate  life’s  obstacles,  keeping  you  aligned  with  your  path.  if  you’re  into  deities  then  they  embody  the  energy  of  a  fighter,  a  leader,  a  guardian,  someone  who  stands  in  the  trenches  of  war  and  protection.  archangel  michael’s  energy  feels  strong,  but  i  also  sense  the  might  of  ares  or  athena,  deities  of  battle  and  strength.  they’re  sending  you  messages,  whispering  through  synchronicities,  guiding  your  way.  they  want  to  help  you  unlock  your  psychic  abilities,  amplify  your  talents  in  communication  or  divination.  they  shield  you  from  lies  and  illusions,  guarding  your  mind  from  deception.  your  intuition  is  powerfully  tuned  in  with  their  guidance.  i’m  also  getting  the  sense  of  a  beloved  figure.  a  mother  or  grandmother  for  some  of  you.  they  had  a  nurturing  heart,  fun-loving  but  wise  beyond  measure,  someone  who  lifted  your  spirits.  i’m  also  picking  up  on  the  energy  of  ra  and  apollo.  radiant,  uplifting,  warm,  and  strong.  their  protection  is  a  shield  of  light,  guiding  you  toward  truth  and  away  from  negativity.  they  defend  you  fiercely,  blocking  spiritual  attacks,  and  preventing  energy  drains.  if  people  have  tried  to  harm  you,  you  might’ve  noticed  that  they  somehow  face  their  own  setbacks  instead.  when  things  seem  hopeless  but  then  suddenly  align  in  your  favor,  it’s  their  divine  intervention  clearing  the  path  for  you.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. PILE TWO ﹑ ﹒ this  energy  feels  so  deeply  connected,  almost  like  a  quiet,  steady  presence.  it’s  someone  who  knows  your  heartbreak,  who  understands  the  weight  of  your  tears.  if  you  find  yourself  crying  often,  trust  me.  they  hear  every  sob.  they  stand  beside  you  through  the  moments  you  feel  abandoned,  betrayed,  or  crushed  by  life.  they’re  the  ones  who  teach  healing  through  pain,  showing  you  that  even  the  darkest  wounds  can  lead  to  growth.  they  protect  you  from  toxic  relationships,  pushing  people  out  of  your  life  who  aren’t  meant  for  you.  even  when  it  feels  like  a  loss.  they  help  you  process  grief,  release  that  emotional  weight,  and  move  forward.  they’ll  warn  you  about  betrayals  or  disappointments  before  they  even  happen,  preparing  you  in  ways  you  can’t  always  understand  at  first.  there’s  something  about  rain.  maybe  it  speaks  to  you  in  some  way?  their  honesty  is  pure,  and  they  watch  over  you  constantly,  even  if  they  don’t  always  leave  you  obvious  signs.  they’re  there,  keeping  a  close  eye  on  you,  making  sure  you’re  aware  of  any  potential  threats,  even  when  you  might  not  feel  them  coming.  they  communicate  with  you  through  signs,  dreams,  and  those  gut  feelings  you  can’t  ignore.  when  you  sleep,  they  protect  you,  too—guiding  you  through  dreams,  or  through  meditation,  making  sure  you’re  safe  when  you’re  vulnerable.  they  shield  you  when  you’re  at  your  weakest,  keeping  you  safe  from  energy  vampires  and  people  who  drain  you.  this  could  be  an  ancestor  who  fiercely  protected  their  family,  always  watching  over  the  ones  they  loved.  they  block  energy-draining  people  or  situations  from  knocking  you  off  balance.  i’m  also  getting  the  presence  of  raphael,  or  just  your  own  guardian  angels,  who  love  you  deeply.  and  if  you’re  into  deities,  hades  might  also  be  stepping  forward,  holding  that  protective,  yet  transformative  energy  over  you.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. PILE THREE ﹑ ﹒ this  being,  your  protector,  brings  a  playful,  almost  light-hearted  energy  to  your  life.  they  feel  like  a  spirit  guide,  someone  here  to  help  you  with  your  emotions,  to  offer  comfort  when  you  need  it  most.  there’s  a  childlike  essence  to  their  energy.perhaps  they  help  you  reconnect  with  your  inner  child,  remind  you  of  the  simple  joy  and  wonder  you  once  felt.  for  some  of  you,  this  could  be  a  loved  one  who’s  passed,  someone  who’s  faced  deep  personal  loss,  carrying  with  them  regrets  and  disappointments.  they  offer  comfort  in  times  of  sadness,  and  though  they  may  carry  sorrow,  they’re  here  to  help  you  heal.  they  see  the  bigger  picture,  providing  perspective  when  you’re  emotionally  overwhelmed,  guiding  you  through  the  fog.  they  might  send  you  signs.  songs  that  play  at  just  the  right  moment,  names  that  spark  memories,  or  objects  that  seem  to  appear  out  of  nowhere.  they’ve  been  with  you  through  it  all,  guiding  you  through  life’s  struggles.  whether  you’ve  faced  financial  hardship,  loneliness,  or  isolation,  they’ve  been  by  your  side,  keeping  you  company  when  you  needed  it  most.  they  may  also  communicate  with  you  in  your  dreams,  offering  clarity  or  guidance  while  you  sleep.  i’m  sensing  a  connection  to  the  moon.  maybe  hecate  or  selene.  goddesses  of  mystery,  intuition,  and  hidden  knowledge.  their  protection  comes  in  subtle  forms:  dreams,  visions,  or  flashes  of  deep  insight.  vivid  dreams,  especially  those  involving  water,  the  moon,  or  paths  you’ve  yet  to  walk,  could  be  their  way  of  reaching  you.  and  there’s  something  about  the  number  5.  perhaps  it  holds  significance  for  you. 

﹒ ﹢ ♡. PILE FOUR ﹑ ﹒ there’s  a  deep,  almost  sacred  connection  to  your  family  and  roots  here,  a  loved  one  who’s  protecting  you.  maybe  even  a  pet  or  an  ancestor  from  past  generations.  you  were  born  to  break  the  cycles,  to  heal  the  wounds  that  have  been  passed  down  through  the  years.  it’s  like  a  tutelary  spirit,  a  guardian  who  offers  you  strength  when  life  gets  tough,  wrapping  you  in  a  gentle,  compassionate  energy  that  brings  peace  and  healing.  their  presence  is  both  soothing  and  powerful,  guiding  you  through  the  hardest  times  with  the  comfort  only  someone  deeply  connected  to  you  could  offer.  whether  you  feel  them  consciously  or  not,  they’re  always  there,  either  in  your  mind  or  your  soul.  they’re  helping  you  move  from  chaos  to  calm,  from  turmoil  to  tranquility.  this  could  be  someone  who’s  walked  a  similar  path,  a  family  member  who  truly  understands  the  struggles  you  face  and  wants  nothing  more  than  to  see  you  heal.  if  you’ve  lost  someone  dear  to  you,  it’s  possible  they’re  one  of  your  main  protectors  now,  watching  over  you  from  the  other  side.  you’ll  know  who  they  are.  they’ve  been  a  huge  part  of  your  life,  and  they  still  are,  even  now.  if  you  don’t  recognize  them  in  a  physical  sense,  it  could  be  an  ancestral  presence,  one  that’s  been  with  you  for  generations.  this  could  be  the  spirit  who  triggered  your  spiritual  awakening.

[tillytimeblog]

the back half of sea of monsters is super cute and full of percabeth moments, especially from annabeth’s perspective (aka the emotionally aware perspective)

-percy holds annabeth through her breakdown after the sirens in a bubble underwater, and talks her through it afterward

-percy falls asleep on a sleeping annabeth and the golden fleece as they’re riding back to miami, since the story is from percy’s pov we don’t know what happens while he’s asleep but it’s safe to say annabeth wakes up at some point and is happy to let percy lie on (cuddle with?) her until they reach the shore since no one wakes percy up until the hipocampi stop moving

-she doesn’t say it out loud but she totally is doubly impressed by two things percy does in like a 30 minute span once they get ashore: trust clarisse to fly home alone with the fleece, and sneakily iris message dionysus and trick luke into clearing chiron’s name to dionysus and the camp. annabeth says percy is ‘too nice’ to let clarisse leave with the fleece which i think is her admitting it’s a good idea she wouldn’t have thought of herself since trusting people who don’t treat her well doesn’t work out for her (see: chase, frederick), and percy tricking luke with the sword and monolouge to distract him from the iris message behind him is totally a plan worthy of athena

it’s no wonder she kisses him (on the cheek) after they win the chariot race

[inkdrippeddreams]

In Your Corner 3

Pairing: Adonis Creed x Black Journalist OC

Word count: 5.9K (hot DAYUM)

Warnings: dry humping/ grinding, heavy making out, petting?? other than that just fluff and Donnie being a charm warning

Summary: Athena hadn't seen Adonis since their interview, but their flirty daily texts, late-night FaceTime calls, and a surprise for her made it clear he was serious about pursuing her, but Athena isn't sure she believes it. Torn between her growing feelings and letting him pursue her, Athena agrees to a private dinner at her place. When Adonis shows up wearing his heart on his sleeve and dancing with her in the kitchen, Athena thinks it might be more than just a small crush.

Notes: song that inspired this chapter: There Is Something on Your Mind- Big Jay McNeely. Guys I tried, I hope you enjoy part 3, this has turned into a series and IDK if I'm going to continue it as a series or just turn it into a bunch of drabbles. I also will be making a masterlist soon! As always, tell me if you want to be tagged in part 4 (hopefully there will be one, work has been smth serious) I'd love feedback and support <3 Enjoy!!! Song for the chapter

Part One, Part Two

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It had been almost two weeks since the interview with Adonis Creed, and Athena hadn’t seen him since. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t made himself known. What started as a simple “You make it home okay?” had snowballed into a string of increasingly warm, and increasingly flirty messages.

“Good morning, pretty girl.” “Sleep tight, mama.” “Can I call you when I wake up?”

She hadn’t meant to look forward to them, but her heart still did a little leap every time her phone lit up.

This… whatever it was… didn’t make much sense. But it felt like a friendship, a real one. Something Athena hadn’t had much of back home. Or even in L.A., if she was being honest. Still, this thing with Adonis didn’t feel like just friendship. Not when his “good morning” texts made her smile like an idiot in the mirror, or when she’d spend half her lunch break teasing him on FaceTime about his obsessive ranking of ‘90s action movies.

The calls became routine, her curled up on the couch after work, clothes from the day still clinging to her skin haphazardly, curls escaping the updo she had to wake up 3 hours before work just to do perfectly,  him sprawled across his bed or parked in his car outside the gym. He told her all the ridiculous drama that went down in the gym,complete with impressions, her favorite was the one of Duke, where Donnie’s voice would drop 2 octaves, but he’d always circle back to ask about her day, her article, her take on whatever random movie he’d just seen.

She never turned on her camera, but that didn’t stop him. Oh no. Adonis stayed front and center. One night he leaned back on his couch in a hoodie and beanie, the next he was fresh from training, glistening with sweat in a wife beater, muscles flexing as he reached for a water bottle. Athena had stared so long when she answered the phone that she almost let her dinner burn, cursing at herself and the stove while he laughed, oblivious to what was unfolding.

Even today, the first thing she saw when she woke up was: “Have a good day at work, mama.”

She’d been staring at the message the entire walk to her office, typing and retyping a reply, deleting it before she could send anything that sounded too eager. She was still fussing with it in the elevator when,

“Thena! Good morning!” Of course. Sherri.

“Hi Sherri,” Athena mumbled, barely lifting her eyes from her phone.

“Christian said he liked the interview, but he’ll follow up about the release tomorrow. Oh! I had something else to tell you. What was it again? My mom always said I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached—”

Athena half-listened as they walked through the office, finally settling on a simple: “Morning Donnie. Have a good day.” No emoji. No exclamation mark. Casual.

Sherri was still chattering behind her when they turned the corner to Athena’s office.

“—I swear I don’t know how Christian expects me to remember everything for him. But he keeps me around. Oh! That’s it! Some guy came by super early this morning with something for you.”

Athena opened her door—and stopped.

Her breath hitched.

Sitting on her desk was the largest bouquet she had ever seen. Deep red roses peeking out between lush white and golden blooms. She stepped closer, fingers brushing against the petals. Cherokee roses.

Her chest tightened. Her home state’s flower. Georgia.

“That’s what it was!” Sherri squealed, practically bouncing behind her. “Flowers! Someone brought you flowers!”

“Who?” Athena whispered, eyes still fixed on the bouquet.

“ Oh, he gave me a name… Come on Sheridan. Oh! I remember. Delivery guy said they were from someone named… ‘Donnie’ It could have been Ronnie too, I’m not entirely sure.”

A jolt ran through her.

“There’s a card too,” Sherri chirped, rushing to grab it from a drawer. “I didn’t want Christian snooping—figured it might be personal. Or romantic.” She winked and handed Athena the envelope.

Athena opened it with shaking fingers.

To the Georgia Peach, Thank you for such an amazing interview. I can’t wait to read the article, I already know it’s fire. I’ve read everything else you’ve written. You’re a breath of fresh air for me. So here’s a little breath of fresh air from home. Breathe easy,

~ Donnie

“Oh,” Athena breathed, heart doing somersaults.

“What’s it say?” Sherri pressed. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

“It’s nothing,” Athena lied—badly. “Just someone thanking me.”

Sherri narrowed her eyes, unconvinced, but backed off. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you to your secret admirer.” She shot Athena a smirk and disappeared.

Alone now, Athena dropped into her chair, still stunned, the scent of the roses filling the room. She picked up her phone and typed quickly:

| Cherokee roses? Sent 9:42 AM

A second later: | wanted you to get a glimpse of home, plus I figured out what the state flower was. I hope you like them, pretty girl.

Her smile bloomed so fast it made her cheeks ache. That pet name again.

| I love them, Donnie, thank you. The note was beautiful too. How did you even get Cherokee roses to L.A.? they’re usually crazy expensive Read 9:46 AM

| Called in a favor with my ma’s gardener. Training for my next match is gonna include digging flower beds now but if it puts a smile on your face, i’ll do it...

Her fingers hovered before replying.

| Donnie you didn’t have to Read 9:48 AM

| But I wanted to. I still want to take you out, Athena.

Athena nearly dropped her phone.

He wasn’t playing.

Whatever she thought this was—casual texts, sweet calls, harmless attention—it wasn’t casual to him. Adonis Creed wanted her. Wanted to know her. Wanted her. And suddenly, that didn’t feel so impossible anymore, but this was thin ice for her. Christian had already been on her ass about the article, and if she went out with Donnie and something broke in the press, especially before the article even broke, she was up shits creek.

| Donnie, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.

Read 9:51 AM

Adonis read the message quickly, but he wasn’t responding in the text thread. Athena sighed about to place her phone down when it began vibrating with a Facetime call from Adonis. She let it ring for a moment so she didn’t seem too desperate to answer. When she finally did she was met with Adonis’ face directly in the camera. He was laid back on his gray couch with a brown hoodie on, face moisturized and beard full. His phone rested on his lower stomach, pointing towards his upper body. 

“Hello Adonis,” Athena wheezed at how fine he looked, pointing her camera at the ceiling.

“Uh uh, girl. Prop that phone up somewhere, I gotta talk to you,” Adonis lifted his hand up and shook it in the camera, his eyes and voice low with sleep.

“Adonis, I do have a job to do.”

“You didn’t when you were texting me back,” he teased, playfully showing his dimple.

“I was thanking you for the flowers, that’s it Donnie,”  She said, powering up her computer, making herself seem busy.

“Prop the phone up, so I can see you, mama.”

She was almost sure she stopped breathing at that moment, her mouth dry as hell and she tried to gather herself. But she listened, propping the phone up against her office computer. Adonis smiled at her, his arm now resting behind his head. 

“Thank you pretty girl.” Athena rolled her eyes at him, typing aimlessly on her computer.

“Now,” Adonis cleared his throat, “why is it a bad idea to go out with me?”

“Adonis,” Athena sighed, “If something breaks before the interview, which drops in 2 days, Christian will have my ass. You’re a celebrity, regardless and Christian wants to be able to control everything the outside media gets. We’re dropping that we got an exclusive with you tomorrow, he doesn’t even know we’re still talking and I really don’t care to deal with him right now.”

“As much as I want to say, ‘who cares?’ I get it. But I still can see you, Athena. How about you come to my apartment or I’ll come to yours, I can cook, and we’ll watch a movie or something?” Adonis was practically begging now. Athena was weary, she was nervous about these feelings she was having for Adonis, even more nervous about what it would change in her career, but she owed it to herself to let someone in besides the one man she had dated years ago.

“Okay, Donnie,” she breathed, “But I'd be more comfortable if you came to my apartment, instead.”

Adonis grinned and licked his lips, “That’s okay with me beautiful. I’ll pick some stuff up and do the cooking. Do you have wine?”

“I mean I do. But I buy the cheap pink Moscato from the grocery store, so if you want something better, you might need to pick yourself up a bottle,” Athena laughed.

“We’ll drink Moscato, pretty girl. What do you want me to cook? I can make a mean alfredo,” responded, giving a laugh of his own. 

“Alfredo is fine, Donnie,” Athena surprised her sigh of contentment, as Donnie smiled at her.

“Okay, baby girl. Call me when you go to lunch.” Athena rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone mumbling a ‘good bye Donnie,’ as she hung up the phone. Athena did not get a moment of peace before her office door swung wide open, Sherri barreling through, almost tripping on her own heels.

“Was that him?” Sherri exclaimed.

“Who?” Athena swallowed.

“The guy that sent the flowers, Athena! Don’t hold out on me! I swear I won’t tell anyone.”

“Sherri, keep your voice down,” she gritted in response, “if you must know, Adonis Creed sent these. We’ve been talking since the interview, but you cannot say anything to Christian.” Sherri squealed at Athena.

“Athena oh my gosh he’s so fine, girl, how did that happen?” She plopped down into one of the chairs across from Athena.

“We ate lunch together during his interview, he was insistent that we talked about things other than him. He’s a huge flirt and he kept complimenting me and basically was just being charismatic. He asked for my number so he could check when I made it home, then he just kept texting me, tonight he’s coming over to cook dinner because he wants to see me again,” Athena heaved, her words jumbling. Sherri listened intently, a wide grin stretching across her tawny shaded cheeks as Athena spoke.

“Girl, if you don’t get on that Athena!” Athena hushed her in response.

“Keep your voice down Sherri! Christian can’t know.”

“Wait,” Sherri waved Athena off as she leaned back in the chair, “why is it a big deal if you get to know Adonis? Why can’t Christian find out?”

Athena sighed, “This is an exclusive, right after his biggest fight, Christian wants us to be quiet about it because we’re the only interview he’s given like this besides the press run at the end of the fight. Christian had to pull some serious strings to get this and that’s why he was so pissed about the article. Plus Donnie is still a celebrity and that’s paparazzi and I don’t want Christian to think that I'm unprofessional. This is one of the biggest articles I’ve ever done Sherri. If I start dating a guy that I interviewed, imagine what I’d look like, people would hate me.”

Sherri giggled and rubbed her forehead, “Athena, respectively, that’s such a bullshit answer.” Athena shook her head in surprise at the bluntness. “I doubt Christian would give a fuck, ‘scuse my language. The guy likes you. I understand where you’re coming from but that doesn’t make you seem unprofessional, the guy just liked you so he asked you out, period. Love you down girly pop, but you’re just scared and that’s okay. All Christian really cares about is just a good article, and you got it for him, he likes what you’ve written. Yes, he might be a bit weirded out but I don’t think he’s gonna think that you’re hooking up with every celebrity we’ve interviewed. Even if he did Thena, the man can’t afford to lose you, that threatening he did the other day was such bull. He got back to his office and immediately freaked out about not wanting to let you go.”

Athena gaped at Sherri as she ranted. 

“What did Donnie, as you call him, say when you explained this to him, Athena?” Sherri crossed her arms, lifting her eyebrow, beckoning Athena for a response.

“He said that he would just cook for us if I didn’t want to go in public but he still wanted to see me. So he’s coming over tonight and making pasta.”

Sherri grabbed her chest and gritted her teeth at Athena, “Girl! Get on that man right now! And if you don’t, I will! Athena you’re about to let Adonis Creed slip through your fingers because you’re too scared to like him? Athena- Renee, you are insane! The guy likes you dummy.”

Athena rolled her eyes before she opened her mouth to respond to her. Before she could, her office door swung open Christian entering.

“Does anyone here knock, Lord?” She mumbled, slipping back into her chair.

“Funny, Athena,” Christians voice boomed through the office, “Sheridan, I need you to come with me to a meeting in 10, I don’t need you in here slacking.”

“Yes, sir,” Sherri stood, brushing her skirt and balling her lips at Athena, wordlessly telling her to go through with Adonis.

“By the way, Athena, I enjoyed the article, it was great. Keep up the good work,” Christian held the door open for Sherri as she walked through, “Come on, beautiful,” he spoke to Sherri and she had the nerve to blush. Athena furrowed her eyebrows and jutted her head outwards. Since when did Christian and Sherri flirt? Sherri turned and looked towards Athena’s office as she walked off, sticking her tongue out at Athena. She sat there for a moment. Since when did Christian call her Sheridan? No one did besides her mother. Also, when did Sherri have enough time to get to know Christian to the point that he confided in her about being scared to fire Athena? She was gagged, she picked up her pen and began clicking it while she stared at her desktop. She needed to have a long conversation with Sherri, and soon.

“What the actual fuck?” she breathed.

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When Athena got home from work, the first thing she did was deep-clean the entire apartment, after she put her delicate Cherokee Roses on display in her favorite vase, of course. She had about an hour before Donnie would show up, so she watered her plants, cleaned her bathroom, vacuumed and dusted everything she could, she even lit her good Bath and Body Works 3-wick Vanilla bean candle. After she was done cleaning she showered and put on a beige 2-piece loungewear set that hugged her gracious hips, just so she didn’t have to sit in her work clothes while Adonis was there. The tension headache from her curly bun was too much for her to handle so she let the bun down, having to fluff it out because of the stiff state. Athena walked into her living room and sat down on her plush sofa but before she could get comfortable, her door buzzed. She huffed, as she stood and walked to the door, pressing her buzzer.

“Yes?” She hummed into the buzzer.

“Hi, Ms Athena, I got a ‘Donnie’, here to see you. Send him up?” The voice of her doorman, Tony filled the room. Athena swallowed and pressed the buzzer again.

“You can send him up Tony,” She sounded.

A crackling noise filled the buzzer before Tony’s voice spoke again, “Sure thing, Princess.”

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Not even five minutes later, a knock landed on her door—three quick taps, almost like he was teasing her with his own rhythm. Athena took her time answering, trying not to seem too eager, even though her pulse was thumping like it knew exactly who was on the other side.

She opened the door to find Adonis standing there, arms full with three Trader Joe’s bags that looked like they were cutting his biceps. He was in a matching grey sweatsuit, the hoodie hood still up, and his feet, Lord help her, were in slides with long white socks.

Athena bit back a giggle. “You couldn’t commit to shoes?”

He grinned, eyes trailing over her slowly, deliberately. “You judging my socks when you answer the door looking like that?”

Her oversized tee had slipped slightly off one shoulder, and the soft  pants she wore did nothing to hide the curve of her hips. She folded her arms across her chest, pretending not to notice the way his gaze lingered low before traveling, almost reluctantly, back up to her face.

“You coming in or are you gonna keep standing there letting the bags cut off your circulation?” she teased, stepping aside.

He walked past her, brushing shoulders as he did. “Hard not to stare. You make this whole hallway look good.” He slipped his sandals off neatly at the door.

Athena closed the door a little harder than necessary just to keep from blushing.

“This place is beautiful, pretty girl. It’s really nicely decorated, screams you,” he said, already glancing around at the cozy earth aesthetic of the apartment, his eyes landed on the Cherokee rose bouquet decorating one side of her kitchen island, a glint hit his eyes “ I’m glad you liked the roses baby girl, Where should I put these?”

She pointed toward the kitchen with a soft hum blushing. “Thanks, Adonis.”

That grin again, the one that showed his dimple and made her stomach flip. He walked to the kitchen, hoodie stretched across his back and shoulders in a way that had no business being so distracting. Athena followed, eyes locked on the fabric clinging to his arms.

As he set the bags down, she moved to help, reaching into one just before his hand shot out and swatted her hand gently away.

“Uh uh. Nope,” he said, shaking his head with a smirk.

Athena narrowed her eyes. “I can help—”

“Girl, I came here to cook for you,” he said, stepping closer and grabbing her hands before she could argue again. His touch was warm and easy, his thumbs brushed lightly over her knuckles. “Now don’t mess up my plan. C’mon.”

He led her around the counter to the cushioned green bar stools, his fingers still wrapped around hers. “These look cozy. Sit,” he said as he pulled the chair out for her.

She arched an eyebrow as she took her time to slide into the seat, but he waited, patient and still holding her eyes. Once she was settled, he leaned down and, without warning, pressed a kiss to her cheek, his lips soft and lingering just long enough to make her breath hitch.

Athena blinked as he pulled away like it was nothing, already turning back to unpack the groceries. Athena was sure you’d be able to see her heartbeat in her chest.

“I didn’t know which one you’d prefer, so I bought chicken and shrimp. Your choice, or I can add both,” he said as he finished taking everything out of the bags, voice casual but with a little extra warmth to it. He made his way around the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves before washing his hands.

Athena smiled slowly, her gaze following every move he made, “Chicken will be fine, Donnie.”

“Alright, baby girl,” he turned and smiled at her, his eyes sparkling, “point me to your seasoning cabinet, and where your pans are.”

Athena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling, “Pots and pans are in the bottom cabinet, left of the stove. Seasoning is right above it. Also, Adonis?” She prodded when she looked at the bags he had placed on the ground next to her trash can. He hummed his response, as he moved to the cabinets taking what he needed. 

“Since when did you shop at Trader Joe’s?” she grinned. Adonis stood and glanced over his shoulder.

“I’m a boxer, and Publix groceries are too expensive for me to buy every week for my meal prep. Plus, their food is good and fresh,” he shrugged, moving back to the counter to be face-to-face with Athena, now leaning over the counter. 

Athena squinted as she studied his face, “ your hair has grown too; beard coming in.”

Adonis scoffed playfully, “My hair always gets a little unruly when I’m training for a fight.” Adonis turned and began to wash the chicken. He placed it on the cutting board, washed his hands and began cutting it into smaller chunks.

“Another fight? It’s barely been a month since your last one.”

“Oh so you’ve been paying attention?” He cut the chicken, glancing up at her with a smile on his face. She shook her head and rolled her eyes as she spoke her reply.

“I just interviewed you, I kind of had to study your life.”

Adonis pressed his lips into a thin smile and nodded his head.

“Yeah, I have another fight but it’s not for another 8 weeks. It’s not a huge one either. Duke told me to go ahead and do it, just so I had an excuse for my title to not be challenged for a while after that, so I could take more time to heal.” She nodded her understanding as she watched him move through her kitchen, seasoning the chicken and placing it in a saucepan before bringing a pot of water to a boil. A pregnant, yet comfortable silence fell over the two of them.

“Baby girl?” Adonis tossed over his shoulder a minute later. Athena hummed. “You keep staring a hole in my back, I might catch fire.” 

The embarrassment that filled her chest was something fierce. She hadn’t even noticed that she was staring. She mumbled a quick apology, one that he waved off.

“Don’t apologize, pretty girl, I stare at you all the time, surprised you haven’t burned the whole building down. I like your hair like this by the way,” Her cheeks heated in response.

“Do you have a speaker?” He spoke again. “Nah, I actually just have a record player,” Athena pointed to the stand next to her window facing the LA skyline. 

“Record player? Oh you old school,” Adonis chortled.

“It was my Grandma’s housewarming gift when I moved to Atlanta. I used to love going to her house during the summer, she’d be cleaning with the records playing something from the 60s. Summertime in Georgia means the screen door would be open, because the A/C hardly worked,  so I’d go outside and just twirl around on her porch pretending my husband was dancing with me at our wedding or something. Granny had Bradford pear trees in her yard so these little white blooms would fly up, like I was actually at my wedding. Smelled so bad when she would make me sweep em’ off the porch though,” Athena’s accent slipped out as she recalled her childhood summers in Georgia. She didn’t like talking much about her life growing up, but anytime she could talk about being around her Granny, she would in a heartbeat. Adonis smiled at her, studying the way her face lit as she spoke about her grandmother. Something about it made his lower stomach hot, and the more he spent time with her, the more enamored he became.

“What records do you listen to?” 

“Mostly the ones from the 60s that my Granny gave me when her record player stopped working. But I also have Lauryn Hill and an Erykah Badu Vinyl.” She said.

“Can I choose one?” He asked, rounding the corner. She nodded, “Help yourself.” Adonis went through the basket full of Vinyls before he slid his hand over one with a blue cover. He grabbed it and slid the vinyl out carefully and placed it on the record player before pressing play. The record player whirled to life, coughing a mechanical whir as it did so. Athena swiveled in her chair to face Donnie as he read the back of the album casing.

There is something on your mind,

By the way you look at me

A strange feeling washed over Athena as she realized what song was playing. He had unironically chosen the album that her Granny used to play that she would dance to. Big Jay McNeely, specifically his song titled There is Something on Your Mind. She looked up at Adonis as he held his hands outstretched towards her.

“This isn’t your wedding,” he shared, “But, dance with me?” 

There is something on your mind, 

pretty baby, by the way you look at me

Athena stood and grabbed Adonis’ hands which he trailed up to wrap around his neck before he dropped her hands to her lower waist as he pushed her lower torso into his. They moved through the living room dancing as the lyrics filled the space.  Athena couldn’t; wouldn’t meet Donnie’s eyes, which were staring down at her, intensely. She decided to just turn her head away from his.

Can what you're thinking bring happiness, or will it bring misery

No, no, please don't try to tell me, 'cause I may not understand

Adonis tried to will her eyes up at his face, but instead he just closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, pressing it into the side of her head.

No, no, you don't have to tell me, pretty baby, 'cause I may not understand

You want me to try and forget you, but I'll do the best I can

They rocked back and forth to the music as the sound of the trumpet filled the room.

If you ever think about me, if I ever cross your mind

Adonis twirled Athena out, surprising her and making her let out a surprised laugh. He pulled her back into his chest before rocking her back and forth. She looked up and met his gaze, a sheepish smile on her face.

“This was the song my Granny used to play on the record,” she smiled.

He looked down at her before letting out a soft hum at her revelation. His eyes got lost in hers for a moment. Before Athena knew it, Donnie’s lips were slotting over her own, like a puzzle piece that was finally returned to its rightful place. Her eyes fluttered closed. The kiss was soft and warm, and ignited goosebumps on both of their skins. Donnie’s hands traveled lower, finding the small of her back and pulling her impossibly close to him as the kiss continued. The kiss was measured, and while slow was so intense, like Adonis was finally saying to Athena what he had wanted to for the two weeks she had known him, and she was reciprocating it. The buzz that Athena felt was only the one that she would get from that cheap store bought wine she bought. They moved together, Athena’s hand landed on his face holding his jaw as the kiss picked up in heat, which was filling her lower abdomen quickly. In a moment of needed breath, she broke the kiss, his head fell into her neck.

A burning smell filled her nostrils.

“Adonis….” she started.

“Hmm?” 

“Did you just burn the chicken?”

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When Adonis had gotten done cooking the shrimp since he decided to leave the chicken in the saucepan for too long and charred it, the two ate in mostly silence, Athena with her Moscato and Adonis with a simple water. Neither of the two knew what to say about the kiss, just that they liked it really. The food was amazing, but Athena couldn’t gush about it with the way the awkwardness felt in the room, so she just settled for a “foods really good Donnie,” and continued to eat quietly.

After dinner, Athena cleared the table while Adonis insisted on cleaning the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves and promising to wash every dish before he left. She didn’t argue, mostly because she couldn’t stop replaying the way he’d looked at her while they danced in the kitchen, like she was the only thing in the room that mattered, like she meant something more than what she had always thought of herself to be.

She had just sunk into her usual spot on the couch, curling into the corner, turning on the Tv to a random show, when Adonis walked in, drying his hands on a towel before tossing it over the armrest. He sat down beside her, closer than usual. His knee brushed against hers, and neither of them moved away.

“We gone talk about it?” he said suddenly, his voice low and serious.

Athena blinked, surprised. “Talk about what?” She was hoping he’d make the rejection quick so she could move on with her life. Drop the article and pretend that Adonis is no longer.

He licked his lips slowly, staring ahead, then turned his body toward her, his dimple out, but his expression was anything but playful.

“The kiss, Athena.”

She looked away, heart racing. “What about it, Adonis?”

He let out a breath, frustrated but soft, like he’d been holding this in for too long. “Everything about it. You act like it didn’t mean anything, but I know you felt it. I know you did. I heard the way your heart was beating when I was holding you while we danced. That kiss wasn’t just some moment. That was me laying it out there. I’ve been trying to show you how I feel, in every way I know how. And I can’t keep pretending I don’t want more than just your number in my phone or your voice on FaceTime.”

Athena opened her mouth to speak, but he wasn’t done.

“I’m not done, Athena,” her mouth clamped shut, “I like you, Athena. More than I probably should already. And I kissed you because I couldn’t help it. You make me lose focus in a way that’s scary as hell but so damn good. And you… you just froze. You didn’t say anything. You ran.”

He leaned in, his hand brushing against hers as he searched her face.

“You’re awkward, and guarded, and complicated as hell, and I swear to God, I find it all so damn attractive. You drive me crazy. But I want to know you, like really know you. Listen to you for hours talk about your childhood in the country, dancing on your Granny’s porch, but you have to let me. So yeah, let’s talk about the kiss. Tell me you felt it too. Tell me I’m not out here falling for you alone.”

His voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“Please.”

And in that moment, with the way he was looking at her, like she held every answer he’d ever needed, Athena felt the wall she’d been hiding behind begin to crack. Her breath caught. The fire in his eyes was too warm to ignore. Too real.

She couldn’t hold herself back anymore.

Athena was on him in a second, this time the kiss was rushed and hot, painfully so. Adonis’ tongue prodded into her mouth as they continued, hot and heavy. They battled for dominance in the kiss, it was only when Adonis sucked her bottom lip into his mouth that she whimpered, which made him grow painfully hard in his sweats. He let out his own groan of approval as she sought his mouth out further, climbing onto him so she was straddling him. They continued this battle for dominance until Donnie’s hand slid down to one of her butt cheeks, while the other hand came up to grip the back of her head through the mane of curled ringlets to push her head closer to his own. He leaned back into the couch, melting into the pillow, Athena chasing his lips as he did so. He groaned low and deep in his chest, the noise making Athena gasp.

This wasn’t like Athena. if she was describing herself, blunt, yes, hard headed, yes, spontaneous, sometimes, but willing to hook up with a guy she met two weeks ago, who happened to be obsessed with her and a celebrity? Hell no. She did have to admit though, she was insanely attracted to Adonis, She hummed as she began to rock her hips into his in order to feel closer to him, in order to get some sort of friction going. Adonis let out a noise, and it wasn’t a whimper this time, it was a full on moan, which only made her grind herself harder, arousal now pooling itself in the seat of her panties. 

Donnie pushed her hips down further to continue to rock against his as he damn near inspected her entire mouth with his tongue, only breaking the kiss to place wet kisses on her neck down to her exposed chest, where her shirt had slipped off of her shoulder. He hit a point that made her back arch, and he started to suck. It was only when she did the same to him and it sent another rush of blood south that he stopped, realizing that they were moving way too fast, and that she meant a lot more to him than a quick fuck on her couch while a random record played in the background. He began grabbing at her hips to stop her slow grinding, as good as it did feel.

“Athena, baby, stop.” He announced breathily. She was in her own world, mouthing aggressively against his neck. He held back another moan, “Athena.” She only hummed in response as she stopped kissing, breathlessly hiding her face in Donnie’s neck in shame. They both sat there for a moment to catch their breath. Athena swallowed before speaking.

“I’m sorry.”

Adonis pulled her head away from his neck gently and studied her face. Her cheeks were red with warmth and her eyes were shiny and wide as if she was on the brink of crying. Her  dark curly hair that flowed past her shoulders was disheveled  with the way his fingers had run through it only moments ago, and yet the tight curls  still framed her face. Still Adonis thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her shirt, falling off of her shoulder and wrinkled, hugged her heaving chest. He searched her face.

“Apologizing is something you do when you are wrong. And nothing about what we just did was wrong, Athena,” he cupped her jaw, “When I confessed that I wanted you I meant it, and as much as I want to ruin you in this moment and make you forget everything else but my name, you deserve a foundation. That’s what I’ll give you first. This can wait until we’re both ready.” His voice lowered and so did his eyes to her lips. He licked his own as he stared. Heat blossomed in her chest at his words.

He leaned in and kissed her slowly but passionately, jaw still gripped into his palm. He leaned back out of the kiss, tugging her lip before letting it go. He smiled up at her, her eyes now low with passion and heart racing again. 

“I like your hair like this, pretty girl.” He spoke, letting the compliment hang in the air, “Get cleaned up and I’ll pick a movie okay?” Athena nodded as she slid out of his lap and started towards her bathroom. She looked at Adonis over her shoulder, who was smiling at her, his dimple ever so present and his eyes soft with something she hadn’t experienced until tonight.

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💜𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇ℯ ℰ𝒫ℐ𝒞 ℋℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈💜

(A/N: These are based purely off of the musical canon, and any references taken from the original Odyssey and mythos is purely inspiration 💜)

Odysseus | Penelope | Telemachus (platonic)

Penelope isn’t sure what to think at first when Odysseus brings you home, but she quickly grows attached. She understands Odysseus better than anyone so it’s not difficult for her to see what he sees in you, even if you might not see it yourself. She’s gentle and nurturing where Odysseus is rough and overprotective, teaching you more domestic activities and helping you learn how to live without constantly looking over your shoulder. Odysseus does more than enough of that for the three of you. If Penelope is always at your side then he’s always in your shadow, just a few steps behind you, constantly watching as if he’s afraid he might blink and you’d disappear before his eyes. Slaughter seeps through the palace walls, death pervades the air and you never seem able to scrub the blood free from the marble floors, it follows behind him like a cloak hanging off of his shoulders. You and Penelope do what you can to bring him some peace of mind, however fleeting. When the palace feels just a little bit too quiet and Penelope is preoccupied soothing Odysseus’s night terrors, Telemachus is a constant source of energy when you need it. His optimism is refreshing, and you can’t help but wonder if his father had been more like him before the two of you met.

Athena

The goddess of wisdom knows all too well that her feelings for you are… unnatural, at least by mortal standards. While not so perverse as those typical of her extended family, she isn’t unfamiliar with customary courting etiquette. And quite frankly, she’d rather not deal with all those messy emotions. If she bottles up all these feelings for you, and never acts on them, surely nothing can possibly go wrong. Gods forbid any of her relatives find out about the little mortal that had won her favour, she can’t imagine the kind of trouble their attention would bring. Although there’s certainly no harm in keeping a watchful eye over you, just in case.

Hermes

Being loved by the quick-footed Hermes is uplifting, if exhausting. He’s tireless in his pursuit of your heart, cropping up when you’re least expecting him. The second he has a free moment (and all his moments are free-willed) and you find yourself alone, there he is again. No matter how many times you try to tell him no, you can’t bring yourself to hate him, bringing you gifts and messages to try and win you over. Even if he does somehow seem to scare all your other suitors off. Now and then he takes you with him, showing you sights and wonders you’d never have dreamed of seeing, stealing your breath away in a gust every single time.

Calypso

Lonely, lonely Calypso. After so many years without another soul to latch onto for company is it such a surprise that she’d grow so infatuated with you in an instant? She’s so afraid you might leave her, she won’t even give you the chance to make up your mind on whether you want to leave or not. She showers you in affection, lavishes you with attention, trying so hard to make sure you never want for anything ever again. Of course, she can get a little overzealous at times… you can hardly blame her when your touch is such an irresistible prospect, can you? So try to ignore that creeping feeling of panic fluttering frantically in your chest and obediently let her ply you with all the love a goddess has to give!

Poseidon

There are few fates worse than being hunted down by the ocean, frankly. Even fewer when you consider that the ocean has a penchant for threatening to drown entire nations in order to get his way, and a history of being ruthless with those who hurts those he considers his own. You’d better hope you’re with Odysseus’s crew if you want to survive Poseidon relatively unscathed, and pray that he doesn’t consider the risk of keeping you to outweigh the reward. In short; there’s very little chance of winning when the god of the seas is infatuated with you, and a very high chance you’ll end up hopeless if you don’t cave in to his demands quickly. And he would still tell you you’re lucky it was him whose eye you caught and not his brother’s.

Zeus

Speak of the devil, Poseidon wasn’t entirely wrong. It’s no secret that the attention of the King of the Gods was a bittersweet award. Any say you might’ve had on the matter is swept away by roiling clouds and silenced by the rumble of thunder. When Zeus wants something there’s no arguing with him, not for Heaven nor Earth. And to your complete and utter misfortune he wants you, something not even Odysseus nor any of the other gods can do much about. Your body and soul was his the moment he laid eyes on you. With a little luck you might be able to get something out of it, although it’s far more likely he’d steal away before you have a chance to plead your case.

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Positive P2 [LN4]

Summary : Surprising Lando after a race with the results to your pregnancy test

Pairing/s: Lando Norris x Reader

Word Count:

Warning/s: Pregnancy, Talk of not being able to have kids

Watching Lando with kids has always been a beautiful sight. However, watching Lando with Mila and Athena was a totally different experience. There was a different connection watching the two of them. Normally, kids cried when they saw Lando because their hero was right in front of them, but with Mila and Athena, he was just ‘Lala’ and not Lando Norris. 

The video of Lando playing with Mila when she was just a little baby throwing his phone about the place had started to circulate your social media; it only made your baby fever start to grow.

You were due to meet Lando at the paddock as he had gone a little early for the media and you just wanted to lie in but it wasn’t until you felt ill that you messaged Lando asking if he had time to quickly come back to the hotel after stopping at the shop for something. To which he replied obviously still in that state of life where you could ask him to murder someone, and he would. 

There was very little chance you could actually be pregnant with not only you and Lando being extremely careful but with you being told that there was little chance of you ever getting pregnant throughout your life but with your baby fever and how you were feeling everything pointed towards that actually maybe coming true. 

Lando had wanted to wait and see the results but you knew that he couldn’t or he’d get fined so you forced him out of the hotel room telling him that he’d be the first person to know. Except he wouldn’t be. If the test came back positive, you had the perfect way to tell him. 

But when you saw that positive result that’s when you panicked, you never thought you’d actually see the day when that test actually came back positive after many years of being told it would never happen. 

Now, standing in the Mclaren motorhome, you still hadn't told Lando the results. You didn’t want to stress him out before a race. Never mind a race when he was starting on the front row with the chance of winning but you did tell Zak knowing the perfect way to tell him after a good or bad race and hopefully he’d be happy with the news. 

Lando finished P2 just as he started. No one was getting past Max Verstappen any time soon, so it was basically a win for him, and you knew he’d say that when asked about it. Zak waved you over, and you walked over to the pit wall standing behind him as he placed his headphones over your ears and pressed the radio button for Lando’s car. Nodding to you with a smile 

“Hey baby. That’s a positive P2” You hummed, hoping he’d catch on to what you were saying without Sky or F1TV or any other showings catching it. 

“Positive?” He asked with a frown. You could hear the frown on his face

“Wait? What are you doing on the radio?” Now very confused as to everything 

“Yep. Positive P2” You smiled

“Zak let me tell you your position for the day” You looked at Zak, who was smiling at you 

“Oh my god, Y/N. This is brilliant. I love you so much!” He exclaimed 

“I’ll see you at the podium baby” You gave Zak his headphones back 

“Got a podium to get to. Let’s go” He smiled, and you walked with him. Zak’s more than just the CEO to you and Lando. He was always a phone call away if anything went wrong or if you didn’t travel out to a race and couldn’t get a hold of Lando the next best person to call was Zak because he’d always answer. 

Zak would invite you, Lando, Oscar, and Lily out for food whenever he got the chance or would send you little gifts during Christmas or your birthday. He was kinda like a father figure to you both. Standing watching the podium next to Zak, you could see how big the smile on Lando’s face was compared to normal. 

Meeting Lando back in his driving room, you were instantly wrapped in a hug with his hands landing on your stomach as he kissed your neck from behind 

“I can’t believe it, baby. You’re serious, right? We’re going to have a baby? I got the message, right?” He asked, and you nodded 

“I’m very serious. We're going to have a baby. I’m so glad you got that message, though. I was a little worried you wouldn’t understand what I was saying” You smiled, turning in his arms as he kissed you properly this time. 

“Oh my god, a little baby. Oh love you’re parent’s. They’re gonna be so happy they’re getting a grandbaby” Lando was very excited as he basically jumped around the room like a little kid in a sweet shop. 

“If it’s okay with you, I don’t want to tell anyone for a few months” you whispered, sitting down on the couch in his driver's room. Lando looked over at you

“Whatever you want” He smiled, and you nodded 

“After being told I probably would never have kids, I don’t want to tell people. There’s a risk that everything might go wrong and I don’t want to tell everyone we’re having a kid to be reminded that actually we aren’t” You explained quietly and he wrapped you in a hug 

“Whatever you want to do we will do darling but I do know that I love you very much and whatever happens will never change my mind but we’ll do it together” He smiled kissing you around your face causing you to giggle from his stubble tickling your skin 

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