#this is one matter i will defend ares no matter what - he was a good dad to his kiddos

[cienie-isengardu]

Ares and his sons: Deimos & Phobos

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Look at me

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Summary: Being oblivious to Luke’s feelings, you tried to get over him by getting a boyfriend, who just does not know how to treat you right. Inspired by the song ‘Boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron ~ “I could be a better boyfriend than him.” (jealous luke, friends-to-lovers, fluff, angst, pining, happy ending.)

Warning: Just the boyfriend being an asshole and unwanted physical touch for a split second, but nothing serious. Sorry if your name is Cole. Violence (physical fighting)

Note: I’m sorry if there are a lot of errors, I haven’t had the chance to edit this thoroughly so if it feels like a train wreck, then I'm sorry. I just needed to write this out, get it out there, so I can go back to revising for my exams in peace lol, cause this plot/idea has been at the back of my head, I could not stop thinking about it or study properly. Lowkey hated how this one turned out, but whoops.

Word count: 4.8k

“People say that eyes are the windows to one's soul,” you once told him. You two have been best friends for a very long time: five years of being attached to the hip. Yet, you were completely oblivious to the way he looked at you. Even everybody at camp noticed and thought it was bound to happen. They were so sure that Luke and you would end up together. So imagine everybody’s surprise when something else occurred.

It happened right in front of Luke: Cole - a boy from Cabin 5 and son of Ares - asked you out, and you said yes.

It has been two months since that day. All Luke could do was sulk as he watched his best friend slip away. Of course, you still tried to spend as much time as possible with him. But even then, things have changed. There were no more of those content silences between the two of you. There were no more carefree laughs that made Luke feel like you two were the only ones that existed in this place. He used to walk you back to your cabin every night, hugging you good night or kissing your forehead close to your hairline if he felt brave enough. Moments like those convinced him you two would be like that forever. But his solace was taken in a split second. Now, you were so near, yet so out of reach. 

It didn’t help that he saw you every day, like right now, as you sat in the middle of a gathering hosted by your cabin. Gods, even the wind seems to be in love with you, judging by the way it was blowing through your hair as if it was trying to twirl itself around those lovely locks that Luke himself used to always tug behind your ears. The sight of you always bathed him in this warm feeling, like the morning sun. Hence his nickname for you: sunshine. 

Then his brown eyes landed on the figure next to you, and they hardened. He has witnessed it all: Cole’s backhanded compliments, ignoring you on your birthday, leaving you alone to talk to his friends, occasionally flirting back with girls who batted an eyelash at him, and then blatantly telling you that you were overthinking it. Luke knew he could treat you so much better. 

You were sitting with your boyfriend and his group of friends, who often gave you weird looks or snickers. Gods, if it was him you were with, he’d never make you feel excluded. He would have his arms around you and defend you if his friends ever made snarky remarks. Not that that would ever happen anyway; you were well-loved at camp, and all his friends loved you. But he would treat you well, nevertheless, not like that dumbass sitting next to you.

One of your favorite songs started playing, and Luke watched as you genuinely smiled for once tonight. You touched your boyfriend’s arm, muttering something to him. Luke knew exactly what you were saying to Cole because you and Luke used to do this together. Except, you never had to ask Luke. 

Whenever your favorite tunes were on, Luke would immediately pull you out of your seat and dance with you, laughing as if nothing mattered at all. Nights like those, he liked to imagine that the stars above envied them and what the two of you had. Now? He felt like one of them, watching from the outside. 

Luke’s jaw clenched as he saw Cole shrugging off your hand on his arm. Gods, Luke felt like that idiot was taking you for granted, and his blood boiled. Before Cole, Luke used to always orchestrated some excuse to have you touch him - getting injured on purpose sometimes just to watch you frantically panic over his wounds and take care of him, volunteering to help you out with swords training just to touch your hand and pretend to adjust the way you were holding it, hugging you every time he greeted you and so on.

For a second, your mask slipped, and you had that look on your face, like something had left you emotionally wounded. It was the kind of look Luke would kill to never see again, and oh, the things he would do to get rid of Cole. Luke had to wrestle with the thought of marching up to Cole and beating him to a pulp. However, he did stand up to approach you.

You felt a hand touch your shoulder. When you peered at the person standing, your eyes immediately glimmered as they caught Luke’s. However, something foreign was gleaming in his eyes. The Hermes boy has always looked at you sweetly. But the way he was looking at you right now was filled with something much more intense - borderline fervent, like an obsession. 

Cole finally glanced over at you for the first time the entire night. Unlike you, he instantly recognized the look in Luke’s eyes: hunger and longing. It was clear as day to everybody but you.

Luke extended his hand out for you to take and you understood right away. For the first time in two months, your hand touched his. Luke’s chest sunk and his breathing lost its usual rhythm for a second as your skin made contact with his. The Hermes boy finally looked over to Cole, and the Ares boy saw an immediate shift in his eyes. Now, they were filled with animosity and - the most obvious of all - heated jealousy. 

Luke led you away from Cole and started twirling you around. You let out a laugh - the kind that was infectious and has always brought a smile to Luke’s lips. You both sang along to the lyrics. For once, your relationship felt restored, just like the good old days. Was it wrong that this was the happiest you have felt since you got together with Cole? You shrugged away the thought as the song slowly ended. Luke settled with both hands on your waist while yours were around his neck. Usually, you would put your head on his chest as you both slightly swayed around. But now that you were in a relationship, you kept a bit of distance between the two of you. You gaze up at Luke, who was already staring at you sweetly. The moment was perfect. Gods, you almost wished to stay in it forever.

Meanwhile, Luke hoped he could convey his thoughts through his eyes - the unspoken words he wished he had told you sooner. Could you not see the infatuation coursing through his veins whenever he was with you? Could you not see that you got him at your beck and call? 

The look you gave him almost convinced him that you heard his thoughts. You leaned your head on his chest, caught off-guard by the speed of his heartbeat as it soothed you along with the music in the background. Feeling a heated look over his way, Luke glanced around and locked eyes with your boyfriend. Cole narrowed his eyes while Luke gave Cole a look of resentment and immense loathing. 

Gods, he could be a much better boyfriend than Cole.

“Hey, man,” when you heard your boyfriend’s voice, you lifted your head from Luke’s chest and withdrew your hands around his neck. “I’ll take over from here,” Cole practically pulled you away from Luke and started swaying with you. Instead of feeling happy that Cole finally danced with you after two months of dating, you felt wrong. Cole's hands were on your waist, but they felt sluggish like his heart was not in it at all. Your ear was against Cole’s chest, so you caught the sound of his heartbeat. It sounded…too calm, almost cold and shallow, causing you to twist your lips into a frown.

You glanced up at your boyfriend but saw him staring behind you instead. So you glanced back and caught a glimpse of Luke before getting pulled around by Cole, who roughly yanked your face towards him. He kissed you almost aggressively. There was something cynical and bitter about the way he was kissing you. 

Cole opened his eyes and conceitedly made eye contact with Luke. The Hermes boy glared at the sight of Cole handling you so roughly, claiming your lips so smugly. If it was him, he would be kissing you for you; he would be kissing you to show you how much he worshiped you and the ground you walk on, not to prove an empty point.

You finally managed to pull away when Cole let go of your chin. “All right, we’re done for the night, don’t you think?” your boyfriend muttered, quickly leaving you to return to his friends as if nothing had happened. Despite feeling slightly aggravated at Cole, you hated that you couldn't care less of his words at that moment, and the first thing you did was look in the direction Luke had been before. 

Yet, he was not there anymore.

~~~

Your cabin was not on the same side as Luke’s cabin for this match of capture the flag. You were fighting off some people who were on the blue team. Years of training with Luke paid off because you managed to point your sword at the person’s neck and grinned when they put their hands up in surrender. You continued perusing through the area, trying to regroup with your team or take down another blue team member. However, you almost tripped as you witnessed Cole on the ground with Luke on top of him, repeatedly punching his face..

“Luke!” you called out, watching as Luke’s action faltered, and his eyes darted around frantically around like a lost wild animal. However, Cole took advantage of Luke’s momentary distraction to land a hit on Luke’s face. The Ares boy got off the ground as Luke stumbled and went for another punch. However, Luke dodged it effortlessly and rammed Cole against a tree instead.

“Hey, knock it off,” you yelled, standing between the boys to stop their flight. Luke immediately backed off, afraid he would accidentally hurt you if he didn’t. But Cole, in the middle of his blind rage, still swung for Luke and ended up striking you across the face instead. Right when that happened, Luke pushed Cole again and rushed to your side to assess your injury. At that very moment, Chiron approached the scene with one of Cole’s friends next to him, who promptly told the man:

“It was him. Luke initiated the fight.” 

~~~

Luke wished for somebody to put him out of this misery as he stared at you from afar helplessly. He was so dotted that it hurt. Somebody must have answered his prayers because your eyes met his from across the field. There was a bit of sadness behind them, perhaps regret from how things ended yesterday. You whispered something to your boyfriend, but Cole did not even spare you a glance and waved his hand as if dismissing you from the discussion. Luke’s hand once again curled into a fist. He bit the inside of his cheek from the pain induced by his injury. The Hermes cabin counselor felt no bit of guilt in his body about his physical altercation with Cole. He felt smug at the sight of Cole with one black eye, busted lip, swollen cheek and a body sporting way more bruises than him. 

You deserved better. 

“Hey, stranger,” you greeted, sitting beside Luke. Almost immediately, he hooked one finger under your chin, tilting your head lightly as if he was afraid he might break you. The boy scanned over your injury, sighing at the sight of purple forming under your skin, indicating an emerging bruise. Even so, under the moonlight, you still looked heavenly to him.

“Devon said you initiated the fight. Is that true, Luke?” Luke frowned at the mention of Cole’s friend. Great, now he knew another idiot’s name. Meanwhile, you have asked this because you knew him. There was no way the boy you knew would lose control like this and swing his hands first. 

“No, but what’s the point of telling Chiron that? It’s two against one,” he breathed out.

“Luke, you’re literally the friendliest and nicest counselor here. Of course, he would believe you,” you reasoned. You sighed disappointingly as Luke only shook his head in response as if asking you to drop it.

Now, you two sat in silence. It felt the same as the comforting ones you have had with him before - the ones that made you feel like you were at home in front of your fireplace, curled up with a book. 

“Why are you with him?” and with that, the comfort evaporated as the air thickened. You and Luke rarely argued or even disagreed, so it felt like an unfamiliar territory every time it felt relatively tense between you two. 

“I know you, which is why I know that you’re absolutely miserable with him, so I don’t understand why you’re still with Cole,” Luke commented, though his voice was quiet because he was considerate of drawing this type of attention to you. He had seen it before - Cole causing public altercations and storming off and you running after him with tears emerging from your eyes. He did not want to put you in the same position.

“Y/N, please, as your best friend…” there it was again, the word that used to make you smile brightly, was now the same one that brought you pain. You wanted more. “...You deserve better,” he uttered, his eyebrows slightly scrunched as he looked at you with those eyes. There it was again, the look so intense that you were convinced they could swallow you whole. Yet, you could not interpret them. So, you looked away.

“Luke…” you said his name almost like a warning sign. The boy sighed at this. 

His fingers gently tilted your chin towards him, urging you to face him. There was so much contrast in the way he touches you and the way Cole does. You knew precisely why Luke wanted you to look at him: your eyes were your tell for him. Years ago, after you told him that eyes were the windows to one's soul, he told you that he knew this already because he had learned that your eyes will always tell the truth for you. That’s how, in so many instances, he would be the first to notice whenever you're upset. 

“Y/N, does he make you happy?” you stiffened at the question. Words choked up in your throat as your mouth opened to answer. You wanted to say yes so you both could get over this conversation. But you knew he would be able to tell you were lying. The way he looked at you right now, as if you were the only thing that mattered. He seemed so vulnerable. Little did you right at this moment, Luke was willing to surrender and let you go if you said yes.

“Oh, this is who you left me to talk to?” Cole's voice broke you both out of the trance. “The person who beat your boyfriend?” Cole passive-aggressively spat, sneering from above as he looked down at the two of you. You called out to your boyfriend, but he quickly cut you off with a quick “Unbelievable,” before walking away. But Cole did this on purpose. He liked the attention he drew, even if they were at your expense, especially because he knew you would chase after him.

“I’m so sorry,” you muttered to Luke on your boyfriend's behalf as you stood up to run after him. Luke frowned as he shook his head. If you were his, he would never allow you to apologize on his behalf, nor would he give a reason for you to ever do that.

“Uhm, what are you waiting for?” Annabeth’s voice broke Luke from his irritated state. “Go after her,” the young girl nudged.

“I doubt I should do that, Annabeth. Last time I was with him, he ended up in the infirmary.”

“Yes, but you need to go after her before it’s too late.”

“It’s already too late.”

“No, it’s not,” the girl stated sternly, and when Luke peered over at her, he recognized the look on her face. From experience, he knew better than to doubt when Annabeth was right. So, he stood up and walked in the direction where you disappeared after your boyfriend.

“Stop it, Cole. I don’t want to…” Your voice grabbed Luke’s attention as he started walking in that direction, eyebrows furrowed.

“Come on, this is the least you could do to make it up to me,” Cole replied. 

When Luke reached the scene, he almost went into an uncontrollable wrath when he saw Cole trying to take off your shirt as you objected and struggled out of his grip. 

“I said ‘let go,’ Cole,” you yelled this time, pushing him back. Upon finally doing so successfully, a figure stormed past you and immediately flung at Cole’s cheek, right at the spot that was already bruising. The impact knocked Cole to the ground as he wailed from the pain. Averting your gaze to the person, you saw Luke. Like a deranged bull, Luke grabbed Cole by the collar and lifted him up, going in for another hit, but you quickly stopped him, calling out his name.

Cole, who did not learn his lesson, spoke again, “Gods, of course! He runs to your aid again. You must be a good fuck for him to get this attached. How many times have you fucked him, huh? Gods, you’re such a whore, you know that?” If it were not for your hands stopping Luke and removing his grip from Cole’ shirt, Luke would have ensured Cole no longer had a face. 

“Cole, stay the fuck away from me. We are over.” Your words seemed to affect Luke more than Cole. It was as if Luke could feel an immense weight being lifted from his shoulders. “Let’s go, this is not worth it,” you told Luke. Cole barked a laugh at this.

“Man, you’re more trouble than it's worth. Do you know why no guys ever asked you out? You’re fucking difficult and clingy, that’s why. If it was not for that fucking bet, I would not have either.” Luke was about to launch at Cole but was caught off guard because you had already done it yourself. You punched him, aiming for his nose and teeth, making sure to break a few.

“You fucking bitch!” Cole spoke after he howled in agony. He spat out blood as his nose started bleeding, “Gods, you’re gonna pay for this.”

“Oh yeah? Come on!” you challenged him, motioning him to come over. Any sense of calm or restraint you had was long gone. “I’ll be the one sending you to the fucking infirmary this time,” right when you started approaching Cole again, you were quickly stopped by Luke. He stood behind you, one of his hands soothingly rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down. Luke averted his gaze to Cole.

“If you know any better, then leave, Cole. And don’t come near any of us again, or I promise you…” Luke trailed off, shaking his head as his eyes bore the weight of the promise he left unsaid, leaving it to Cole’s imagination as to what Luke would ever do to him if he ever saw the boy again. Something seemed to dawn on Cole as he saw the dark look on Luke’s face. Cole finally decided to leave the scene, limping away from the area as he muttered some insults under his breath.

You turned around and inspected Luke’s hand, which started bleeding again through the bandage. Taking his non-injured hand in yours, you wordlessly dragged the boy to the infirmary. Despite the excruciating pain spreading through his injured hand, Luke blushed at your action and followed you like a lost puppy.

The Apollo person on shift was someone you knew, so you managed to convince them to let you do the work on the Hermes boy. You observed his hand again, peeling off the dirty bandage from it. As you went to grab disinfectant, Luke softly held you back by flipped over his hand that was in yours so that he could take a look at your hand instead.

“Are you okay?” His words made you swiftly look over at him instead. There was a sad look on his face as he sat on the infirmary bed. You haven’t seen him this hurt and dejected in a long time.

“Am I okay? You’re the one with the bleeding hand.”

“You punched him quite hard.”

“He deserved it,” you settled on answering, hesitantly pulling your hand out of his so you could grab the things you needed. 

“You know I had that handled, right?” you asked mindlessly, trying to fill the silence as you disinfected his hand and wrapped a new bandage over it. “I don’t need you to defend my honor or anything, Luke. I can hold my own ground,” you tried joking.

“No, I know you can hold your own ground. Besides, I wasn’t defending your honor,” he spoke softly, watching as you delicately held his hand with so much care. He wished you could hold him like that as well. A quivering sigh escaped his soft lips, his voice much less firm than he wanted it to be: 

“I was defending the girl I’m in love with.”

You immediately looked at him, only to see him already gazing up at you. It was as if a blindfold had been taken off, you finally understood what your other friends were referring to when they said that Luke had always “looked” at you. His eyes were filled with adoration. However, this time, they were also decorated with pain.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him,” he stated, almost like it was a fact, and your gut knew it was true, too. 

“So….Why not me? I watched you give Cole - a complete asshole - a chance with you. I watched him give you so much less than what you deserve. It pains me, but I still sit here and wait for you to look in my direction for even one second in the way I have always looked at you. I could be so good to you, Y/N. I waited for you to realize I could be the one who loves you so endlessly and treats you way better than all these guys combined. So…why? Please tell me why and put me out of my misery. Why is it not me?”

“Luke…” you rasped out his name. Despite the pain he was in, his heart could not help but throb for a second as it yearned for the sound of your voice calling out to him again. He almost scowled at himself for the way he was reacting to you. Gods, you managed to unravel him through the sound of his name from your lips. He hesitated for a second, wondering if he would even be able to take it at all - if he was given a chance with you. Would he be able to handle the way your skin felt against his, or would his heart burst into unstoppable flames? Would he ever be able to move on if you ended up breaking his heart, or would it remain in scattered pieces of you?

“I love you,” he uttered so effortlessly, which almost convinced you he had said it a thousand times before. In a way, he did, but only in his mind after every time he bid you goodnight. Gods, never did you think he’d say it out loud and put it out there. You almost said it before as well - out loud to the universe, but never brave enough.

“Luke, I never knew,” Luke wanted to sigh as he looked away from you. For the first time ever, he did not want to be vulnerable and let you see his eyes. The same ones that had been looking longingly at you for the past five years, and you were too blinded to see.

He could have sworn that he had been laying it on thick for the past years - all the touches, the looks, his actions. Luke would always linger near you and select you first every time he had to go on a quest. And if he ever were selected to go on one without you, the first thing he would do after returning is wrap his arms around your waist as he pulled you into a hug, breathing in your presence like it would bring him back to life from the gruesome battles he had to go through while out of camp. Did all those actions throughout five years not show you enough that he was infatuated with you? He wanted to reassure you that what Cole said previously was not true. Many guys wanted you but never asked you out because they knew he would be first in line no matter what. 

"Luke, please, look at me," Of course he obeyed. His eyes met yours - the ones he always tried to find in a crowd of demigods.

“I never knew that you were an option. I did not know that I could choose you. I thought that even attempting to tell you about my feelings would break our friendship forever. I didn’t know you felt this way, too. In fact,” you dryly chuckled. “I was giving Cole a chance because I was trying to move on from you.” Luke tugged you closer to him, his fingers lingering on your hips. Thousands of thoughts speared through him as he tried to collect himself. A glimmer of hope presented itself as his mind toyed with the idea of you wanting him too.There was no way he was letting you move on now, not when you both have mutual feelings. 

“I thought I was deep in the friend zone. Did you not see all the moves I pulled on you?” he asked.

“What moves?”

“Uhm—the physical contact?”

“I thought you were just touchy.”

“I walked you back to your cabin every night!”

“Well, I thought it was just a best friend thing?”

“The first thing I do after every quest is search for you, you’re always the first one I want to see.”

“I really, really thought it was because you were my best friend.” He groaned at all of your responses.

“But do know, Luke. You have always been my first option in everything. And I would have chosen you again and again, the first pick every round…if I knew you were up for it.” He groaned again, but this time out of temptation and satisfaction. He didn’t think the metaphorical butterflies were real. He slowly but surely stood up from the infirmary’s bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. You reciprocated, your hands around his neck. He leaned closer to you and gulped. He wanted to say the right words, do the right things and not mess this up. He took a deep breath and finally settled on what to say next.

“Can I kiss you?” He muttered in a low, raspy voice with a restrained manner, as if he was holding himself back. Five years of pining led him to this point. You almost melted at the sound of his voice.

“Kiss me, Luke.”

And he did. He pulled you up and arched down, connecting your lips together. He dove in as if he had been waiting for this day his whole life. He felt every breath knocked out of his lungs. He sunk himself into this moment like he was living for it rather than in it. He kissed you as if it was the only time he could and as if you would evaporate if he stopped. His hands moved to your face to embrace your cheeks in his palm.

You started moving your hands up his head and played with his curly hair. You tugged it slightly, and the action drew a moan from Luke. The sound caused you to break away. It made you flustered that you had evoked such an alluring sound from the Hermes boy. 

“I wanna go slow for you, I really do. But it feels like I’ve been waiting for so long. I want to be a gentleman and not skip steps. But I can’t wait anymore,” he whispered before whimpering against your lips, “please be mine.”

He went in for another kiss again, but you pulled away. His heart clenched at this. The boy bit his lip and wanted to scowl at himself for attempting to speed things up. He was too greedy and wanted things too quickly for you. He almost whined at the thought of losing the chance he barely had.

“That was not a question, Luke. Ask me, and I’ll give you an answer,” he stared into your eyes, and it almost set him on fire. He never saw that much passion in them before. It almost matched his, and that made his heart fasten again.

“Will you be mine, sunshine?”

“Yes, Luke. As long as you’re mine too.”

“I have always been yours.”

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Can I request a scenario Boa Hancock reader is chosen as champion to fight against yandere Apollo?

-When Apollo first heard that his opponent was a woman, he wasn’t bothered, he didn’t even look upset! Which was a bit unusual to see, as he was usually so much softer and nicer to women.

-Ares was the one to find out the truth as Apollo was gloating to him, “I have never met a woman that has resisted my charms before. She will forfeit the match once I sweep her off her feet! There’ll be no need for fighting at all!”

-However, that’s exactly why Brunnhilde had chose you as the next fighter, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be swayed by his good looks or charming personality. She had complete faith in you and your skills, something you did give her a small, true smile for.

-You knew what was at stake in this tournament, and the less you had to leave to the men to handle, the better. You knew it was much better to do things yourself.

-Apollo was the first to enter the arena, the cheers of women ringing out all around you, while you were waiting in the backstage area. You knew he was like any other men, toying with women’s hearts.

-You refused to become his newest toy.

-When Heimdall started hyping you up, introducing you as the most beautiful woman in the world, the audience was stunned silent as you walked, seeing that his words were true.

-You were like a vision; someone they would have never come up with in their minds of the most beautiful woman in the world. All their imaginations paled in comparison to the beauty that you held.

-Apollo was even surprised, he had met many stunning beauties in his life, but none seemed to hold a candle to you. And not only were you beautiful, but you radiated confidence, showing your position as the pirate empress you were when you died.

-Apollo was the one gawking at you, stunned by you, and not the other way around, but he was quick to bounce back instantly smiling, his teeth sparkling, smoothing his hair back with his hand, “I must say, Y/N, your beauty is unmatched. You even took my breath away~”

-Expecting you to fall for him, Apollo froze when he started to approach you and you snapped, “Do not approach me, filth!”

-Ooh~ you were just getting better and better as Apollo’s adoration for you grew, seeing that you were spicy.

-Your eyes were dull but sharp, like you were looking at a pile of garbage, before you spoke, “And your praise means nothing to me, I know I am beautiful. Your empty words will not work on me.”

-Your words quickly had many jeering at you, thinking you were too cocky for your own good. Apollo went to defend you, thinking that you deserved nothing but the upmost praise, but you turned, your hair swirling around you as you looked up at those jeering and instantly, they were blushing, their eyes turning into pulsating hearts as they declared their love for you, both men and women.

-You smirked, turning back to Apollo, one hand coming to your hips as you grounded yourself in your heels as you slowly tilted yourself back, “Their love- their adoration to me- no matter what I do, even if I kill someone, everyone will forgive me! Why? Because I’m beautiful!!”

-The crowd cheered and Heimdall was gushing, “It’s Y/N’s Extreme Looking Down Pose!!!” as you were bent in half, looking down upon him.

-Apollo thought you were amusing, you were just getting better and better in his eyes, you were such a complex individual, so open with your feelings, so unapologetically you!! You were amazing!

-He wanted to know more- no! He wanted to know everything about you! He wanted to know what you liked, disliked, your skin and hair care routine, if you even had one as you were perfection.

-Apollo wanted to know your past, he wanted to be a part of your present, and he wanted to be the only part in your future!!

-You saw his look morphing into something familiar and dark, like how those men, all those years ago, looked at you, when they branded you, when they had treated you so cruelly.

-Your eyes were like ice when you met his gaze, you refused to let any man treat you like that again, you wouldn’t allow it.

-Apollo was fully ready to throw the fight himself, kneeling before you, as if he was worshipping you, rather than the other way around, “My beautiful Y/N, I will forfeit the match to you, if only you allow me to be by your side from this day forward!”

-The other gods were in outrage, hearing his words, shouting at him to not throw the fight to you.

-Your glare seemed to only grow colder, hearing his stipulations as you lifted a hand to your hip, “You men are all alike, demanding things of me as if I owe any of you anything.”

-Apollo was stammering, in shock that you were angry with him, why were you angry?!

-You lifted your hands, making a heart shape as you inhaled deeply, ready to end this in an instant.

-Seeing your determination to fight, Apollo was stunned once more, seeing the fire behind your eyes. Why were you willing to fight? To possibly die?! Did something happen that made you so desperate to fight? Who did it- he would kill them!

-Apollo knew that to get you, he would need to prove himself and defeat you, but not kill you, you were too beautiful, too precious, to be snuffed out.

-He was going to win, so he could keep you safe for the rest of eternity, there by his side.

[dramaticl0vers]

HERE SHE ISS

SAY HI TO OLENNA AND HER HUBY

@amoexii here she is, I tried my best 😭,and also I changed her name from "Dhelia" to "Olenna"

Information about this beauty:

-In the beginning she I named her Dhelia, but in the end I decided that her name will be Olenna, which means "Ray of light or sun", for the reason that I will soon explain

- She is the eldest daughter of Hades and Persephone ( I love this couple a lot in the series, because in the original mythology it is...well, TURBIOUS)

-The reason for her name: Hades called her Olenna because living in the underworld, which is such a lonely and dark place, her birth symbolized the entry of a “ray of light” into his life and that of Persephone, which brought with it joy, love, union and the feeling of never feeling alone again.

-After her are her little brothers, Zagreus, Melinoe and Macaria (WHICH I DON'T KNOW WHY THE HELL THEY DIDN'T INCLUDE IN THE SERIES, LET'S HOPE SHE JUST HAS NOT BORN YET)

- She has blonde hair like her mother and eyes like her father, a kind of lilac combined with gray.

- Although in her physical appearance she is more related to Persephone, in her occupations as a deity you can see a mixture between both parents, mainly dominated by Hades, given that she is the goddess of peaceful death, protector of the living and the dead and guardian of the Elysian fields, but at the same time she is also the protective goddess of flora and fauna.

-A curious fact about her is that she had really fast growth, to give you an idea, she was already an adult millennia before the events of season 1 happened.

- She has powers, they are a kind of purple “fire”, and she can also make some plants bloom, but she doesn't like to use the first ones because when she was a child she tried to control them and, not being able to do so, she always hurt someone and that scared her a lot, especially when she once accidentally hit Persephone with they.

- The flowers related to her are: Forget-me-nots (her favorites), lilies, bells and white jasmines.

- As for her personality, she is quite reserved with people she doesn't know, but she is pleasant and fun when he gains confidence.

-she doesn't like to talk a lot. Olenna is afraid of ruining things with people outside her close circle, other deities, for example. Therefore, when she is in a social environment and her close ones are not around, she prefers to remain silent and express her opinion only when it seems necessary.

-She does not usually get angry easily, but she HATES it when those she loves are bothered, she has grown up in a home full of love and has a high emotional responsibility, she is willing to defend her family no matter what the cost, she learned that from her parents.

-Try to avoid Ares at all costs. (Why did they make him so bad? He is so good in the original mythology, he literally killed the person who raped his daughter, my baby😭)

-She doesn't like Demeter. She doesn't hate her, but she doesn't want to form close ties with her either.

-now, what you are all here for, OLENNA AND HERMES💕

- She knew Hermes, bah, she had seen him a few times from the balcony of her room in the Underworld. , leaving the souls with Charont, but never approached him, and then had the opportunity to meet him in person when he arrived at Olympus.

- Regarding their relationship:

- They both love each other in such a way that they feel empty when his partner is not there.

- Olenna, as I said before, has a great emotional responsibility, she hates seeing Hermes sad or downcast in any way and she feels truly fulfilled when she can feel that he feels loved.

- Demonstrations of affection are both sentimental, physical and material.

- Sometimes, when Olenna is in her garden taking care of her plants, or talking to Artemis and Athena, among others, he passes by her side using his speed skills and alone He places a kiss on her lips or cheek before continuing with his work, it always catches her off guard, but she loves that.

- They are quite passionate and fiery, you wouldn't want to share the same sector of rooms after they didn't see each other for a week because of their duties. .

- They both have long hair, which is why they both love to brush and comb each other's hair, especially Hermes.

- Neither of them really likes the idea of sharing their lover, Olenna is quite territorial when it comes to his loved ones and the idea of another deity having the pleasure of sharing the love of his life is not something he likes very much, to tell the truth. As for Hermes, he is more than satisfied with having his wife, he is not TOTALLY CLOSED to having a threesome, for example, but he prefers Olenna first.

- Hermes would definitely dedicate his career victories in the Olympics to her and Olenna would be like : “Honey, you know that if you wear sandals that give you speed it's technically cheating, right?” and he would respond like: “I didn't see any rules, darling.”

[kotamagic]

Lore Olympus this week is about goodbyes before danger....

Believing her vision that she's probably going to die facing Kronos, Hera is leaving goodbye letters to those she's close to. Her personal goodbye to Zeus, even with all the grief and bullshit he's given her over the centuries, kinda hurts in a heartfelt way.

As she's doing so, she runs into Echo, who has already found and read her letter.

While clearly distressed, Echo promises to finish delivering Hera's letters one the condition that she confirm that the contents her her letter is true.

I wonder if it was a love confession to Echo? Because the next shot is Hera kissing her.

As Hecate and Persephone discuss the upcoming and dangerous task at hand, Hecate mentions that it might not be a matter of WHERE to find Hades and Morpheus as much as WHEN. Kronos is, after all, the God of Time.

She also notes that such powers were finite and used up before Hades was even born. If so, why would they have to worry about WHEN as opposed to WHERE Hades, Morpheus, and maybe even Melinoe are? Unless Kronos still has a few crumbs left of his time powers...?

If we go by the theory that Hera is the missing fertility goddess, the one that Demeter's dying harpy described as "used up, before we even knew her name," maybe she is the "last crumbs" that Kronos intends to use to break free. Revenge for her treachery would just be icing on his cake.

Oh! Hi Artemis! Where the fuck have you been? I get why you've been avoiding your asshole brother, but FFS, put in your face a little more often!

What the hell have you been doing?

Oh. Well....OK then! You know what? That was a pretty damn good reason for not being around lately!

Artemis has literally been rallying the troops! I doubt Apollo would get this kind of support. Even with Apollo's televised slander of Persephone, those who know her have come to help. This is awesome and touching.

I appreciate how Ares is ready to defend Hera the moment the gates of Tartarus are opened. And, of course, Kronos demands that Hera comes first. Everything about this absolutely screams of a trap....

...AND THAT'S BECAUSE IT FUCKING IS A TRAP.

In classical villain style, Kronos pulls Hera in and slams the door behind her. But not before Persephone gets pulled in with her!

Now, they are cut off from all the support they were hoping to have with them. Will Hera be torn apart again? Or devoured? Can Persephone save her from the vision she saw?

Anyway, thanks for coming to my LO post!

[lutethebodies]

LTB Tav Tuesdays: Cannor Coth, the Lost Singer (Part 1)

Let's kick this off with my first Tav, based on the first character I made when jumping back into 5e after a ~30 year layoff from D&D. His name is a very loose translation of the Welsh canwr ar goll ("singer lost") or canwr cudd ("singer hidden"). I've spent more time with him than any of my other characters, so I'll try to keep this entry from running long and flesh out bio/backstory details in other posts this week, using the many surveys/memes/prompts on here. His short bio (stripped of all names/places) goes like this:

The bastard son of a disgraced army medic and a wayward noble lady, Cannor was raised in a rebel military camp far from his parents' native land. When his family was broken by that exile army's defeat, Cannor slowly clawed his way from obscurity to infamy, becoming a skilled singer and storyteller who dabbles in diplomacy when the money’s good and his ego is starved. Slightly over the hill but still antsy to be remembered, Cannor’s happiest when creating. Whether blowing blarney, keeping cool, or anything in between, he’s equally at home in lordly courts and tumbledown taverns. Cannor is a cultural sponge with nearly four decades’ worth of travel, soaking up language, accents, impressions, geography, history, and lore. As a younger man, he cultivated community wherever he went and made the world his home, but after being banished from his adopted home city years ago, he’s developed a deep desire for stability.

In 5e, I created Cannor circa late 2019 for my brother's homebrew campaign "Worlds of Aeos," a sailing/islands-based setting that eventually expanded well beyond that. Cannor was originally a College of Whispers bard, armed with a whip and dagger to finesse rather than fight, but as the campaign quickly became more violent and dangerous, I switched him to College of Swords. For a party that began as literally an "oops all bards" power trio (everyone, including the DM, had been in college bands), surviving to level 16 was no small feat. Cannor was effectively the frontman, a saber-wielding singer/storyteller and aspiring envoy who never got beyond the "spying and dirty tricks" bits of diplomacy school.

In BG3, I've run about five playthroughs with him: a FAFO original, a second to refine my playstyle, a third to be as completist as possible, a fourth with my other favorite Tavs as his hirelings, and a fifth that finally graduated from Explorer to Balanced. In each one he balances fights with finesse, taking full advantage of what a human swords bard can do and equip. BG3 rules allow him to be much less fragile than 5e, but I still sort of nerf him by sticking with light armor (the stylish +1/+2 studded leather, dyed black and summer green) and d6 scimitars instead of d8 rapiers/longswords (I wish there were whips in this game). He always romances Minthara, both because she's my favorite companion and because it actually works well with his old backstory (which I'll get into with another post).

For better and worse Cannor is my self-insert/running commentary on how poorly bards have been stereotyped by popular culture, because I hate the "useless fop" and "lecherous swine" bard tropes and I always have. I tried to subvert that a bit by creating a sort-of "spy who sings and strums" character—who leans more on "master of none" than "jack of all trades"—someone who's not utterly useless in a fight, but also not as combat-focused as, say, Gurney Halleck from Dune. It's probably not as original as I'd first thought, but it works for me and that's what matters.

In my own homebrew "Nua" campaign, Cannor was the DM-NPC and lore-dispenser (like Volo, but much less clichéd and much more able to defend himself) who accompanied my players' PCs through one region of the world I made. That worldbuilding was so compelling that I created my own cartography for it, and in 2022 self-published it as an atlas. In 2023 I used Cannor (and his career-killing habit of composing/performing original songs) as a frame for my own longtime music/lyric hobby, writing and recording seven of "his" songs using a mandocello. Thankfully I finished that project before BG3 ate my brain.

Anyway, since this post was much less about the character himself than what I've done with him, I'll add a much longer, story-like follow-up post soon, and I promise future Tav posts won't be so convoluted. But like I said, Cannor's my guy, so he gets special treatment. Part 2 is here.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Ars Amatoria | brilin bonus ch.

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Leaning against the doorframe, Eris awaits arrival of Briar d’Inverno. The atmosphere feels peculiar, since Tamlin, someone he once considered a friend, sits in his office, yet almost unbearable silence lingers between them. The absence of any kind of conversation somehow doubles the unease in the air.

Eris releases a loud breath and turns to look at Tamlin who has his hands folded in his lap, gaze trained on Eris’ desk. “My brother and I hoped this might be a step into the right direction,” Eris finally says, matter-of-factly, as he nears his desk. 

Tamlin lifts his gaze to him and slowly bows his head. “I think it is, but I can’t speak for Jacobo…” he says, his voice and expression solemn. 

And Eris grows angry. Of course, he can’t speak for his uncle but he can try. “Can you not try? You are his nephew, the only relative he has apart from your deranged cousin.”

“Don’t talk about Amarantha like that.” Although he tries to defend his cousin, Tamlin’s posture and expression speak volumes — he hates her just like everyone else does, she is an awful woman who never meant any good. “But I can try to talk to him, although I don’t think it will do much.”

“So you admit the tax evasion.” Eris braces his broad hands on the table, and leans forward. It is a statement, not a question.

Tamlin straightens up, squares his shoulders and laces his face in cool indifference. “I admit nothing, because we have done nothing.” 

Eris slowly shakes his head at his former good friend, staring at him with his brows drawn close together. 

“Messer Vanserra, your guest has arrived.” 

Followed by an entourage of sentries and court people, Briar d’Inverno walks in through the door, her long light blue dress swaying around her legs, as she glides over the ground, almost like she is walking over fluffy snow. 

Tamlin gets up and turns around. She curtseys and Eris watches how Tamlin’s whole posture goes rigid. Almost like he has no control of his body, he surrounds his chair and walks up to her, bowing at the waist and Eris knows that he has never seen his former friend like this — almost like he has been struck by thunder. Love at first sight. 

“Madonna d’Inverno,” Tamlin greets, and feels like his heart comes alive for the first time in his life. Briar is nothing he has ever seen before. Her beauty is outstanding and can’t even be captured by paintings. And she should be his wife? He does not deserve her. Not one bit. A man like him does not deserve a woman like this, he is sure about that. 

Her blue eyes meet his eyes of green, her long black hair lying in a neat braid over her shoulder. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest, and that for more than one reason. He, her future husband, is beautiful, breathtaking and not for one moment has he looked at her limping foot. Almost like he does not care about it. 

“Messer Hybern?” A small smile tugs at Briar's lips as she takes one step closer to him, limping a little but Tamlin ignores it. He does not care about it — it does nothing against her beauty. 

“May I take you for a walk…so we can get to know each other?” he offers, nervous and unsure about what exactly to say to her. 

They will wed this evening, what much can he say to her now. There is no way out for either, so getting to know her a little seems like a good idea. 

Eris makes some small talk with Briar, them finally meeting and her saying he looks just like his brother only his skin is paler. 

Eris suggests to them to go for a walk in the gardens, and both of them happily agree. Tamlin then takes the lead, guiding Briar outside.

He is a childhood friend of Eris, and knows these gardens like the pocket of his pants. He guides her onto the pathway, adorned with beautiful flowers and lush green bushes and they start talking. “I am sorry you are in this just like me.”

“Don’t apologise, it wasn’t your choice either.” Briar stops and turns to look up at the tall blond man. Their eyes meet and both their hearts skip a few beats. Tamlin lifts his hand only so he can brush a strand of hair behind her ear and she melts into his touch. 

Most men have turned away from her for her leg, others have ignored her, not deigning her worthy of a glance or a chance to get to know each other. But Tamlin seems different, although some unreadable emotion passes over his face. 

They look at each other for a long moment until Tamlin’s expression turns gloomy, and serious. He looks down at her, a muscle in his jaw ticking the same moment a cloud moves over the sun. The brightness disappears for a moment and a cool breeze blows over their skin. “I am not a good man, Briar. I have done bad things, things I am incredibly sorry for, things for which I wish I could turn back time. If I ever…should do those things again, I want you to tell Eris. Or his brother and they should take care of me. Should give me what I deserve for what I did.” 

Briar swallows thickly, her head slowly lowering and lifting with nod. She wants to ask what kind of things, but somehow she feels like it is not the place to ask this now. She will ask at a later time, now it is time for them to get to know each other. She lifts her arm, moving her hand to grab his upper arm. 

“I will do so," she promises and closes her eyes for a moment. The clouds clear, letting the warm strays of the sun through again and fall onto their skin. 

“What kind of things do you enjoy, my lord?” Briar then asks, voice tinged with curiosity. She smiles a little and they set out to walk down the path. 

He smiles at her question, not used to people being interested in the things he likes. He ponders for a moment and then opens his mouth. “I play the fiddle and I enjoy it a lot. I like going on walks, I love exploring and hunting.” He turns to her, wanting to see her expression. Briar is beaming, her eyes glowing brightly. 

“I really like walks as well, and I play the flute. I don’t go hunting, but I am quite good at archery so you might as well take me hunting with you one day.” “Every day if you wish,” Tamlin hums and carefully takes her hand into his. 

✢ ✢ ✢

Tamlin and Briar are waiting in the family living room of the Vanserra house for Lucien and Elain’s return. The corners of Briar’s mouth tip up when she sees the happiness radiating from every fiber of Elain’s body, her flushed face and the curly hair - disheveled and in every place and as if not dried properly after getting wet. 

Their hands are intertwined when Lucien leads his wife into the room, keeping her close, knowing about Tamlin’s past. 

“I see you two met,” Lucien says as a way of greeting, but nevertheless, bows at the waist. Elain also curtseys, smiling softly when she meets Briar’s gaze. 

“We did,” Tamlin and Briar answer in unison, look at each other and have to giggle. 

A kernel of relief blooms in Elain’s chest at that. Doubts have still been gnawing on her about the suggestion she made. But Briar seems happy and so does the man called Tamlin. 

Lucien informed her about their arrival and she really wanted to meet up with them, so she could talk to Briar again and apologise. But by the look on Briar’s face this is no longer necessary — Briar looks happy, and not a forced kind of happy, rather an honest kind of happy. The kind of happy that tells Elain that she did not fully mess up with her suggestions. 

Both Lucien and Elain sit down with them, at Elain’s request, and they talk for a little. A lot about Briar’s journey. And it is then that Lucien’s nudges Elain with his knee, leans in and whispers to her that they are not going to say anything about the attack as he believes the Hybern family is not innocent in this case. 

Briar also asks a lot of questions, most of them about Florence and they, mostly Tamlin and Lucien, answer her questions.

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Code Blue Pt. 28- Vendettas

Summary: Karma catches up to Ethan. Jo and Lee go countryside. Josie is triggered by something and tells a horrific story. Lee proves his undying love.

*Warnings* DARK and GRAPHIC!!! language, angst, domestic violence, weapon use and depictions, mob references

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Luke, Ethan

Salem, Massachusetts

February 28, 2023

"No thanks, hold the bloody steak for me. I like it well done. Where you been man? And since when do you eat steak with a switchblade? I have steak knives bro." Ethan joked as he came closer to Luke.

Luke licked the knife clean with one swipe on each side of the blade, then snapped it shut and put it in his pocket. He then pushed his plate aside, stood up and walked over to a desk, still without offering one look at his brother.

"Funny. I pegged you for the bloodier the better type....and this isn't just any switchblade. It's yours. The one that monster gave you. I found it here in the drawer. The memories it brought back to see it were greatly unwanted. I can only assume it's also the one you used to mutilate Orlando's hand with. I felt that the visual of the knife slicing through the bloody flesh was similar to what Lando's hand appeared like to you and it would only up my incentive for what I need...want to do."

Luke opened the desk drawer, pulled out a gun and loaded it, then slowly and finally brought his numb eyes to Ethan's.

Ethan's smile quickly faded as he took a step back, cautiously eyeing his eldest sibling.

"Hey look man, I...don't know what you've been told, but...I didn't do that to Landy. Luke, he was drunk and off his meds. You know how he gets. He did it, not me. What...what are you going to do with my gun??"

Luke then proceeded to walk up to Ethan, leering down at him with a cold dead stare.

"Oh this?" he replied with a raised brow as he rested the barrel of the 38 special against Ethan's chest This is merely a way to extract information out of people like you. One of the things I was taught in my line of work. You see, I don't like liars and I really don't like people fucking with my kid brother. It might benefit you to tell me the truth since I already know it, instead of that bullshit pre-planned statement you spewed to the police and to me. I just want to hear you admit it. What won't benefit you is for you to lie to my face...again."

"Luke man, I'm your brother too. You're not going to shoot me...ar...are...you?"

Luke took a casual stride forward with his darkened eyes still locked onto his target and was now only mere inches from Ethan.

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you, or even shoot you for that matter. It's too noisy for one thing, and well, just far too simple and boring and besides, I don't need a weapon to get my way." Luke chuckled then became dour. "I don't call anyone my brother when they would harm their own blood. Now, that may make me a hypocrite with what I am about to do, but see, you're an exception to my rule, for you're the bad guy...and I'm the good guy in this matter."

Luke slid the gun into his back pocket and grinned at Ethan who didn't sigh in relief, but rather tensed up even more, for he knew what was coming with no time to react, a sucker punch square in the face. The lightning speed jab knocked Ethan flat against the wall, leaving him dazed and confused. Luke then walked up to him and pushed his nose against his.

"Now...tell me what you did to Landy." he growled through his teeth.

Ethan winced and panted as blood oozed from his broken nose and then began ranting in panic.

"It's all that bitch's fault man. She took away what I loved and Landy was defending her cause he loves her too..."

"Projecting as usual. What the fuck are you talking about!!" Luke shouted into Ethan's face.

"Josie man! She ruined everything with Lee. You know how I felt about him!"

"So...you're fucking telling me that you severely injured our...MY brother over some love triangle of yours??!!"

"He...he just got in the way alright?? I had too much to drink and found out that Lee is in love with her and it just set me off when Lando kept fucking sticking up for her and..."

Luke gutted Ethan hard, knocking the words and wind right out of him.

"Who the fuck are you anymore??! Definitely not the victim like you always portray yourself as. The victim lies in a hospital bed with three holes in his hand. Even if this was all over Lee and the woman he LOVES, what is your excuse for all the other times you have beat on Landy all these years hmmm??? And then, I come to find out you brought our piece of trash sperm donor here that you are turning into!! Why would you do that?? You're both cowards! And now you think you have a big dick because you're in the mob. Yeah, I know all about that Ethan! I fucking know everything about you."

"What's the big deal if I brought him here?? He's my dad! Our dad...and Orlando destroyed our family!"

Luke's lips strongly pursed but not before he flash struck Ethan again, knocking him to the ground.

"Don't you ever call him that to me. He's not my father. Not anymore. Not after what he's done. HE destroyed our family. HE destroyed Lando! The two of you deserve each other. Like father like son. He better hope I don't find him."

Ethan stayed on the ground and looked up at Luke through blurred vision. "You can't seriously believe da..my dad did that to Lando? It's all a lie man! All because he got drunk all the time and took it out on Orlando with his fists. Did you know Landy tried to burn the fucking house down with dad in it?? And you weren't even there to know what was happening! You fucking left us!"

Luke's foot went plunging into Ethan's gut, triggering a hefty grunt out of him as he spun over more than once.

"I told you. I know everything. It's not a lie and you know it!"

Ethan laid holding his stomach, gasping for air. "Then...w..why..didn't he...do it...to...me...huh?!!"

"Didn't he? I may have left before I knew the full extent of things, but let me assure you, I found out. I always find out."

Ethan lowered his eyes, ignoring the question as he spit blood onto the floor.

Luke squatted down and folded his hands as he glowered at his ailing brother without a single care.

"What you and Luke did to Landy is unforgivable. SO here's how things are going to go....brother. You're going to stay the fuck away from Lando. You're going to stay the fuck away from Lee AND his girl and if I find out that you have defied my orders, what I have just done to you now...well, you'll wish I would have just shot you."

"You cannot be serious?? I've known Lee forever and I know he cares about me. I know we can work things out if he would just talk to me and she wasn't in the wa..."

Luke grabbed Ethan by the back of his shirt and sent him flying over the table and crashing into the wall.

A neighbor's voice could be heard through the same wall. "KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE!!! SOME OF US WORK NIGHTS AND NEED TO SLEEP!!!"

"Welp, so much for the noise." Luke jested. "It's time for me to go....for now. Think long and hard about what I said. The things I can do make mob dealings look like a bee sting....which is merely all this was. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee."

Ethan laid groaning as Luke patted him hard on the shoulder and then left.

4 pm- The farm

You couldn't believe your eyes as you followed Lee down the seemingly mile long winding gravel driveway. There must have been acres upon acres of land with a forestry of trees, and there in the center of the desolate area sat one little white farm house and a red barn. They were actually quite large though once you pulled up in front of the two and a half story house to get a better view.

"Holyyyy shit Lee. This is...so beautiful!!" you raved as you got out of the car, your wide eyes wandering about.

"Not as beautiful as you." he grinned and took your hand to lead you inside....but first he stopped at the door of the cozy front porch. After he opened it, he bent down, swiping your legs out from under you and scooping you up into his arms.

"Lee, what are you doing??" you giggled as you gripped his neck tight.

"What? You're the first girl I have ever brought here, so I thought this would be fitting for the occasion." he happily said with a grin.

Lee continued to carry you over the threshold and through a very large living room, then down a flight of wooden steps that led to the rustic kitchen on the ground level in the back of the house.

What a dream like vision it was, reminding you of your cottage home when you were growing up in Galway. There were large wooden beams on the ceiling, white walls, a wooden floor and an enormous fireplace in the wall as you walked in. A simple round table for four sat in the center and the country air flowed through an open blue painted Dutch door that led to the backyard. It was the picture perfect home.

Lee stopped at the sizeable white wooden kitchen island and picked up a note, reading it aloud.

"I cleaned the house today and all the animals have been tended to. Oh and I got all the groceries you asked me to bring for today. Unless anything has changed, I will be back in the morning for the animals. Let me know. Have a good day Lee.

-Epiphany"

"Well good, then we are all set for the dinner I want to make you later. Hopefully it won't turn out like my first attempt at cooking for you. You want some wine baby?"

"Yeah sure. Epiphany, is that the nurse from the hospital?" you asked.

"Yep. She's one of the few I trust to tend to things here when I'm not around and she loves animals so that's a plus. Don't know what I'd do without her. Besides Lando, she helped out a lot when dad and Jacob...well...anyways, I'll take you out to meet them all in a bit. Gus, my black lab is probably out hanging with the chickens in the barn with Carl, my dad's dog and they just come and go through the doggie door. I have a white cat also, Arctic Freeze, which she is probably asleep somewhere in the house as usual. I can get her out here real fast. Watch this." he said, grinning like a cat himself. You had to wonder if that's how he got his middle name.

Lee took out a can of cat food from the cupboard and opened it with the electric can opener.

"Kitty in the can!!!" Lee hollered, making you laugh as he dumped the meaty bits with gravy out onto a fancy plate.

Claws were heard on the wooden floor as a beautiful white feline with yellowish green eyes raced around the corner, greeting Lee with the meowing song of her people as she circled in and out of his legs. He sat the plate down and the medium sized kitty dug right in, loudly purring as Lee stroked her from head to tail and offered her some sweet baby talk of how he missed her. Swooning you were.

"When she's done, she'll probably jump right on your lap and make herself at home. She's quite intrusive of personal space and has no fear of strangers." he chuckled.

Lee brought the bottle of wine to the table and sat down with you, pouring himself a drink and then getting his phone out.

"Here...so...I figured it out." he said as he scrolled through it.

"What's that?"

"The song you wanted me to guess that night when we had our bath video call. The one you said reminded you of me when you first met me. The clues weren't as easy as the song you guessed that I was listening to, but I did some googling." he explained with a cute smirk. "You said it was when you were at home and you had my bracelet and that you were wondering who I was, that I had you spellbound and you couldn't understand the control I had over you....and you said you got another sign because the song played in that moment...well....I'm pretty sure I'm right on my guess, but I'll let you hear it first. Either way, I love this song....and for the record...I felt the same about you."

Lee hit play and sure enough, he was correct. Lacuna Coil "Spellbound".

"Yep, that's it!" you laughed and then began singing it, making Lee gaze at you, spellbound himself.

"Tell me who you are cuz I am spellbound. You cannot have this control on me. Everywhere I go, I am spellbound. I will break the spell you put on me..."

"Except I didn't break it. Couldn't if I wanted to..." you continued.

"What?? That witchiness in you couldn't fend off little ol' me?" Lee laughed.

"Nope. I was done for....and you're hardly little."

Lee gave the most devious gutter grin, making you almost spit out your wine as you took a sip.

"Oh god, you are sooooo bad Dr. Pace."

"I am...and you love it."

Lee stood up with a huge smile on his face and pulled you and against him.

"So...I've already carried you over the threshold. What do you say we go up to my room and consummate it."

You were helpless in his firm hold as his lips found yours. Up your arms went, gliding them around his neck as you lightly moaned into his mouth.

Lee's hand traveled down your backside and gripped it over your thigh, pulling you into his awakening manhood. You bent your knee in response and lifted your leg as he slid his hand under it, holding it there against his hip. The kiss deepened as your tongues softly tangled. The scent of his wine tinged breath intoxicated you and you found yourself undoing his shirt buttons....until two barking dogs came plowing through the doggie door in a frenzy like state, jumping all over him and you.

"Whoa hey, Gus, Carl....my bros. That's not how we greet our guests. And I really need to teach you about cock blocking." Lee chortled and vigorously pet each panting dog's head simultaneously. "Have a seat guys....and meet my girlfriend...Jo. Jo, this is Carl and Gus."

The two doting canines obeyed their master and sat perfectly, side by side with their tales wagging a million miles an hour and antsy bottoms as they stared up at you.

You bent down and scratched each of their cheeks in which both decided to lap your forearms with their drooling tongues, making you giggle.

"Guys guys, come on. If anyone needs a bath, it's the two of you holy barn rollers. Give her a hand shake and then go get a drink."

You were dumbfounded as these two extremely obedient dogs did exactly what he said. They raised their paws and you shook them with a laugh, then they pranced off to their water bowls.

"Welp, it's official. They love you...but I knew they would. How could they not? They're spellbound, just like me....alright my girl....let's go meet the rest of the barn crew and I'll show you around the rest of the place."

After meeting the half a dozen giant chickens out in the colossal red barn, Lee took you out to the pond that was a short walk from there. The murky sizeable water was surrounded by trees and consisted of a single wooden deck, in which Gus came hauling ass from behind and raced down it, then leaped into the air, plunging into the water.

"Fuck me." Lee griped as he shook his head. "Guess he's getting his bath."

"Well, you did pretty much tell him he stunk."

"Yeah well, he's just showing off for you. POSER!" Lee shouted at him, making you laugh.

Gus finally came out after paddling an entire lap around the pond. Lee quickly grabbed and shielded you as he turned his back to what he knew was coming. The wet dog shake.

Lee tensed up and flinched as water showered all over his backside. You squealed and laughed the whole time as you buried your face into Lee's chest.

"God damn it Gus! Not cool! Go on...go dry off cause you're not coming inside until you do and don't go rolling in the hay either." Lee scoffed as the dog riposted with a bark and charged off, yet making you laugh once again.

"Oh, you think this is funny eh??" Lee smirked. "How about I throw you in there."

You swiftly stepped back with a look of panic. "No...please...don't..."

Lee's face turned into panic as well as he had forgotten you couldn't swim and were terrified of the water.

"Oh god no...baby...I was joking..I..I would....never...I wasn't really going to...I swear sweetheart....I wasn't thinking..."

You took his face into your hands to calm him, for he was more freaked out than you had been.

"Hey...I know...it's ok. I just overreacted."

"No Jo, you didn't. Your reaction was quite justifiable after what your sister did to you. Jesus I feel so damn stupid. The look on your face Jo...my god, you were scared of me...I...just like before when I..."

"Lee...baby...no...stop. I was not afraid of you. I was afraid of being tossed in the water....which I truly knew deep down you wouldn't do. As far as before, that's in the past and it was an accident."

"Not for me it isn't. It was only a month ago....and..."

You pulled him into another kiss, which shut him up real fast as he moaned and took your mouth fully into his.

"Mmmm, damn it Jo." he whispered as his lips separated from yours. "I swear you're a witch." he chuckled as he rubbed the tip of his nose over yours, then kissed it.

"Maybe I am." you giggled with a slight cackle to get a rise out of him.

"Oh man, I am so fucked, aren't I Miss Massachusetts?"

"Well...do you remember when you took me to the park by your lake house?"

"How could I forget that amazing night under the stars?"

"Last one to the house is a rotten egg!" you quipped and tickled his ribs.

"Whoa hey!" he jumped and laughed, then chased you back to the house as you playfully screamed along the way.

Just as you got inside, thunder was heard in the distance, which made you jump.

"Hey, no worries baby. If we get another bad storm, I have a basement remember? Minus the ceiling fan." he joked. "We can even sleep down there if it makes you feel better. It's quite spacious and the couch folds out into a bed."

"Ohhh, so...I'm spending the night?" you asked with a kinky smirk and raised brow.

"Would you?" he sweetly asked. "I...I really want to hold you all night and wake up with you in my arms again."

"There's no place I'd rather be. Of course I will stay."

Thunder cracked, the sleeping cat went hauling ass out of the room and Gus was barking as the rain began. Lee went to the back door and shouted for Gus to get inside.

"Guess your wet ass gets a pass this time dude. Go down to the basement with Carl." he told him, and sure enough, the lab happily trotted off with his toe nails clicking on the wooden floor.

"Alright baby, I will start dinner since it will take a few hours to cook. Do you want to help?"

"Do you want dinner to be ruined?" you laughed. "You know I can't cook for shit, remember?"

"I do remember you telling me that, but I can always teach you, just like I can to swim someday if you...want."

His eyes fell again as he turned to get the food out.

"Hey you." you softly said as you went up t him and rubbed his arm. "Sure. I would like that, for both things. I would trust no other but you."

Lee's eyes melted at your words and he leaned over to kiss your forehead.

"I love you baby girl. Ok then, I think you can manage to peel potatoes yes?"

"With a peeler sure. Keep the knives away from my accident prone ass." you chuckled. "Or I may need my doctor."

"Well, dear girl, the doctor is in. But yeah..." he laughed. "There is a peeler right there in the drawer."

You peeled the spuds as Lee chopped up carrots, onions and celery, then seasoned up a small chuck roast and tossed it all in a crock pot with some broth and butter. The perfect country style dinner that made everything feel like home....and it was. Lee was home to you.

Once that was done, Lee began chopping up ingredients for salad and showed you how to make the dressing. Lastly, this man was never ending with his capabilities and he began making a cherry pie from scratch.

"Wow, just when I thought you couldn't surprise me any more than you have, you're a pie maker too?"

"You can thank my mom for that. She taught me when I was young because her pies were pure heaven and I wanted to make sure I knew how to always have that taste of home, ya know? And...I know you love cherries so...."

"I do Mr. observant. Thank you Lee...for all of this. It's truly a breath of fresh air...literally. This place, the smell of the forest and the rain....you."

"And wet chicken dog." he chortled.

"That too. It's...perfect."

You sat down at the table and poured another glass of wine, then noticed a photo album nearby.

"Lee...may I look at your pictures?"

"Sure baby. Go ahead. I will start a fire too. It gets kinda chilly at night here."

"Even more perfect."

Lee took care of the fireplace that sat behind you while you opened the book of memories. It was filled with Lee as a child and into his adult years, and plenty of his mom, dad and brother too.

"Wow, Lee. that's your mom and dad? She's beautiful and...you look just like them both."

"Thank you. I get that a lot. Those were happier times with Gordon, when he wasn't a dick."

"Have you heard anything yet about the lawsuit over the farm?"

"Nope. Not a word yet...but I've already lawyered up and ready for it."

"Ugh, I wish he would just leave you alone...Ethan too....sorry. I didn't mean to mention him."

"No, it's fine Jo. Hey, turn the page. You'll find the next pic interesting."

You gasped and smiled when you saw it. "Oh my god...look at you, Orlando and Luke. You're all babies and oh my, I love your longer hair. Hot!!" you giggled.

"Well thanks." he laughed. "I thought you'd like that. Yeah that was a few years into med school and we all went out one night when Luke came for a visit."

"What happened with that? I mean Luke. Why did he leave?"

Lee poured himself another drink and sat down beside you. "I don't know really. The troubles at home got to him, that much I know. He's very private, always has been. A loner kind of. I used to wonder if he was into some shady shit because of it and well...I wasn't that far off base when he clued me in. I mean, he himself isn't shady. Not like Ethan anyways. Let's just say, you don't want to be on his bad side. Otherwise though, he's the nicest dude you'll ever meet."

"Like...what does he do?"

"He...handles the bad guys of the world per se. You ever heard of the....WSB?"

"Get the fuck outta here. World Security Bureau...Really? He's like a...secret agent man? No effing way."

"Way." Lee confirmed. "Although it's not so secret."

"Like...terrorists and shit?"

"Pretty much. He's a big wig that's for sure."

You slapped the book shut, drank down your wine and got up.

"Jo? What's wrong baby?"

"N..nothing...I...it just....made me think of someone...I used to....know...that I haven't thought about...in years."

"Well it must not be nothing, because, sweetheart, you're...shaking. Talk to me."

You didn't want to speak of it. The thought of mentioning it felt like you would jinx things, for the someone you thought of, was just that, a terrorist, and the son of one too.

You went right back and poured another glass, the swigged it down.

"Whoa, hey Jo..."

Lee took the glass away and then held your face. "What just happened here? Jo, what has got you so upset? Come on, let's go sit in on the back porch for a bit."

You trusted no one with what you were about to tell him. No one but Lee...although others knew....especially Britt.

"I...I met a very terrible man once. I was with Gerry at the time. The man's name was....is...god, I can't even say it..."

"Hey hey, it's ok. Take your time baby. You're safe."

Lee took your hand and his compassionate sapphire eyes dancing all over your face took your fears away.

"His name is...Peter August....but his real name is Henrik Faison....the son of Cesar Faison."

"Why do I know that name...Faison?"

"Because he was an international terrorist and was taken down not long ago...by Gerry and Britt's brother Nathan. God, this is such a fucked up mess of a story to explain."

"Take your time sweetheart. I'm right here. I catch on quick." he assured with a soft smile.

"Nathan was Gerry's partner. He was also Maxi's husband, my good friend that I rarely see anymore after what happened. Nathan, Britt and Peter are all siblings, but they only share the same father, Cesar Faison. Britt, Nathan and Dave share the same mother. Anyways...I met Peter through Britt, before she knew who he was. I mean, she knew he was her brother but she didn't know the shit he was in to. To try and make a long story short, he became infatuated with me. At first, I was kind of in to him, but when it became known who and what he was, I ran like hell. But he wouldn't let me."

"One night..." you continued on. "Gerry and Nathan took off. They had got a lead that Cesar was in the area and I panicked. Cesar was a psychopath, just as Peter was. I...I followed Gerry without his knowledge. They trapped Cesar and Peter both, in the hospital lounge and locked it down. They had went there in hopes that Britt would help them, but she wasn't even there that night. I had made it inside before the lockdown took place...I...I was just so scared for Gerry at that time. It was so stupid, I know, because honestly, what was I going to do?"

"Jesus..." Lee gasped. "I...I remember all that...Jo...I was..there. Not on that floor, but I was there. I knew Nathan was her brother, but I didn't know about this Peter guy. My god...you...you were there??"

"Yeah...and I stupidly came in at the wrong time and was taken hostage by Cesar. He held me at gunpoint as Gerry pointed his own gun at him. Gerry then warned that he was a perfect shot and could take him out with a bullet between his eyes as that monster held me against him with a gun stuck in my side. Cesar warned back that he very well could, but his finger my reflex and shoot me...so Gerry backed down."

"Then...it all happened so fast. The elevator doors behind Gerry opened, and Nathan came out with his gun drawn and...Cesar shot him

And then...Peter begged his father to let me go, but he wouldn't listen to him. Peter had his own gun and pulled it on his dad, which pissed him off and he shot Peter....the only thing is...Peter's bullet hit me...and then Gerry shot and killed Cesar."

"My god....that was...you that was shot??!! I heard about the hostage being shot but....my god Jo...you were right there under my nose...you'd been in my orbit all that time...and...obviously, you were ok, physically that is. Baby, I...I thought I saw what looked like a shot scar on your stomach but I never thought...."

"Yeah, it is...right here..."

You pulled up your shirt and showed him. Lee's eyes teared up as he lightly traced his trembling finger over it.

"Th...thank god...you're alive...I..."

"And so is Peter...but as you know, Nathan died. Cesar shot his own son...well, both of them. Peter is now in prison for his other crimes which I don't even want to get into...but after all that happened, Peter became just as whacked out at his father and did some really horrible shit to me."

"Well, then he can never hurt you again. God, Jo, I am so sorry that you had to go through all of that."

"Well, getting shot was my own dumb fault. I should never have been there. If I hadn't went, I would still be able to have...."

You froze...you forgot Lee didn't know that you couldn't have children now.

"Jo? Have what sweetheart?"

You went to get up but Lee stopped you.

"Baby...talk to me. That is what you always tell me to do. You can trust me Jo...I'm here and I'm not going anywhere...ever. When I said forever, I meant it."

"Forever?" you squeaked as you sniffled.

"Yes baby, forever. I love you...so much."

"You may not feel the same if you knew...I...I'm so scared to tell you..."

"Look at me Jo...there is nothing, and I mean nothing that could ever make me stop loving you. I'm not Gerry, I'm not Peter...I'm me...it's me Jo...me. Don't be scared. I'm right here to catch you."

You broke down bawling and just spit it out. "Lee...I...I can't have children now."

Your beautiful man proved to you that he was everything he said he was as he pulled you into his arms and cradled you while you cried. You were beautiful with him, even in the darkest parts of you.

"Oh my sweet girl. I am so sorry. But I need you to hear me and hear me good....I'm not with you to have children. I'm with you because I love you and that's all I want...you baby. Forever....."

"No, I don't know why Ethan didn't show up for the shipment. I'll find him and see what happened." Johnny assured someone on the other end of his phone.

Johnny Zacchara, a member of one of the notorious mob families in Salem, was now beyond frustrated, for once again, he believed that Ethan was out screwing off as usual.

Just as he was getting ready to call him, there was a subtle knock on the door of his penthouse at the Metro Court.

As he opened it, he found a battered and bruised Ethan using the door frame as a crutch.

"What the hell man? Who'd you piss off this time?"

Ethan smiled to act like he was fine. "Hey mate...you got an ice pack I could borrow?"

He then stumbled in and dropped straight to the ground.

"Jesus man, here, come on. Get up and sit on the couch."

Johnny helped him up and over to the couch, then went and got him some ice wrapped in a cloth.

"Alright, tell me...in a nutshell. Do I need to be concerned about what happened?"

"No. It doesn't concern you. More of a domestic dispute per se. But there's definitely a few people that should be very concerned once I heal up. I'm done with the games and biding my time. Mark my words...the people responsible for this will pay. This I vow."

@redeemer46

[crownlessliestheking]

🗡️💀😈 for the ask game!!! i couldn’t choose so you can pick one if you want (or all :3c)

🗡️ Defend your favorite war criminal (or make them worse - I'm not your mom).

I want you to know this was absolutely agonizing. Like. WHO do I choose. Who indeed....

Anyway, it's Maglor, and I'm making him worse. Now I am not thee esteemed Maglor scholar -- this is @samarqqand, whose phrasing I am borrowing when I say that Maglor's a moral invertebrate. Like. For real. It's overcooked linguine in place of a spine. And I think that specifically is what makes him worse. Fanon likes to characterize him as softer than his brothers (certainly, he wasn't as vocal about certain things as Celegorm and Curufin), but that -- does not make it better. He commits 3 kinslayings. He holds the Gap through the entire Siege; he cleaves to Maedhros at every available opportunity -- damningly, even when he disagrees. If Maglor does not think that there should be a kinslaying at Sirion, he either does not protest, or does protest and is not recorded and then does it anyway. If Maglor is a Soft Boy (TM), if he is only a tender musician, then why would he turn his sword and voice (arguably the greater weapon of the two) against innocent people? And yeah, the folks at Sirion were innocent. I could even argue that Dior didn't deserve what he got, nor did the majority of the people at Doriath! (The first kinslaying is trickier because I cannot point at Maglor and go, yeah, he has a pretty large share of the blame.) He exists in this liminal space between accountability and denial for much of the Silm, one that he is desperately trying to maintain; look at his reign as High King, however brief it was -- he doesn't do anything. Maglor sits there and is paralysed, because all the choices are on his shoulders. He either damns his brother to torment for good or he loses more of his people trying to get Maedhros back. He either leads a charge for the Silmarils like Curufin is maybe advising, like his father would do, or he remains cautious, starts properly settling Beleriand and keeps a watch on Angband while extending diplomatic overtures. And...all we know of his kingship is that Maedhros is chained up. It says a lot, you know? He is consumed by despair, sure, but I tend to read his action of casting the Silmaril away at the end as not like, a plea for redemption, or 'get this away from me, I am above the Oath' or whatever, but as an act of cowardice. He could keep the Silmaril, yes. He could hold to what is left of his family, but then he'd have to face what they became. He could go back to Valinor, even, really take advantage of that pardon (or create one for himself, Silmaril in hand), but then he would have to face what he did. He could (as fans enjoy) even go visit Elros and Elrond in their respective places, or stay at the Havens, or see Celebrimbor (and who is to say he did not, or that these people didn't come looking for him), but...as far as we know, he doesn't. He knows what he did, and I think by the end of the FA, he can no longer justify it, which means that he is incapable of looking at it head on. What else is there to do but fade to a voice in the wind? By that point, I think he knows full well that it doesn't matter if he didn't want to hold the sword, he still killed with it; it doesn't matter if he tells himself that he never made the call, he still went along with it. The everlasting Darkness isn't for him, but he is not brave enough to face going home.

😈 Give the villains some love. Which antagonist is most interesting to you and what about them draws you in?

I mean, Sauron is the obvious answer. The camp, the glamor, the deep, deep tragedy of Silvergifting and the concept of a villain whose initial goal is to order, to put things A Certain Way. The concept of a villain who loses bits of themselves completely and utterly, who is given a chance to repent and who says no. I am also very into Ar-Pharazon these days, but only as he exists in my own head. I fucking love that guy's hubris and his ambition, the two things that make him so great and frankly a bit scary to Sauron that ultimately end up being his downfall -- like, sometimes I stop and I think to myself, damn, did Sauron really need to do that much work to manipulate this guy into trying to get to Valinor and seize immortality? And the answer is...honestly, probably not. Pharazon was terrified of dying, he was flush with hubris, and, well. All he needed was to know that it was an option. I love Akallabeth Numenor generally, though.

Maximum chaos bonus question (💀): You have a "Get out of jail 'Doomed by the Narrative' free" card. Who do you give it to?

Oooooh, this is really, really hard. I honestly think I'd give it to Finduilas. She's not even doomed by her own narrative! She's doomed by Turin's (although to be fair, so is everyone else that Turin meets or so much as looks at.) Plus I'm really fond of the Fin Galad theory.

[pjigsoul]

Two Worlds Between Gods And Heroes: Greek Gods vs Avengers

Hello Everyone!! 👋 Today, let's step into a world where Olympus and Earth's mightiest heroes. 💥 where Greek gods, 🌟 an immortal glory, with the indomitable Avengers, defenders of the universe.🦸🏻‍♂️

A Wonderful sight of Olympus the place of Gods ✨

Cruel and fickle, passionate and vindictive, jealous and insecure, petty and insane: the inhabitants of Mount Olympus represent an attempt by the ancient Greeks to explain the chaos of the universe through human nature. Thus, like every deity invented before and since, these gods and goddesses are embodiments of human solipsism. (Of course lightning is caused by a giant, angry man in the sky…obvi. I mean, what else could it be?) The stories of their battles, bickering, and sexual conquests have indelibly influenced the course of Western language and narrative. Here is a selection of some of the A-list names of the Greek pantheon.

Aphrodite:

Aphrodite was the goddess of love, sex, and beauty.

Athena:

Athena was the goddess of reason, wisdom, and war.

Artemis:

Artemis was the fleet-footed goddess of the hunt.

Ares:

Ares was the god of bloodlust.

Apollo:

The twin brother of Artemis, Apollo was among the most important (read: feared) of the gods.

Hades:

ruled the world of the dead, with which he was sometimes synonymous.

Poseidon:

Poseidon is best known as the Greek sea god, but he was also the god of horses and of earthquakes.

Zeus:

Zeus is a prominent figure in Greek mythology, known as the king of the gods and ruler of Mount Olympus. He is the god of the sky, lightning, thunder, law, order, and justice.

They are the Greek Gods people today still love these old stories about the Greek gods. They're in books, movies, and even games! These stories teach us about bravery, wisdom, and how things like nature and seasons work.

Earth's mightiest heroes place earth 🌍

On the other side, Avengers the Earth's mightiest heroes. The Avengers isn't your typical heroes. They're a team of super powered people who save the world, but they're more than that they're just like us in many ways. 💥 In a world where superheroes soar across the skies and face unimaginable threats, there exists a team whose story goes beyond their superhuman abilities, the Avengers. They are not just a gathering of extraordinary individuals in colorful suits; they represent the triumph of unity, resilience, and the human spirit in the face of adversity. 😮

These are the members of the Avengers 💪

Iron Man (Tony Stark)

Captain America (Steve Rogers)

Thor

Hulk (Bruce Banner)

Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)

Hawkeye (Clint Barton)

Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff)

Vision

Black Panther (T'Challa)

Doctor Strange

Spider-Man (Peter Parker)

Ant-Man (Hank Pym, Scott Lang)

Wasp (Janet Van Dyne, Hope Van Dyne)

Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers)

Falcon (Sam Wilson)

These characters among others have been members of the Avengers at different points in the comic book series and have also been featured in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) in various Avengers movies. The roster has changed over time, and different story arcs and events have introduced new characters to the team. 🦸‍♂️

Differences Between Greek Gods and Avengers: ✍️🙌

• The Greek Gods are myths from the ancient Greeks, while the Avengers are fictional team of superheroes.

• Greek Gods are related to one another, while the Avengers are just a team and they are not related to each other.

• Greek Gods have a supernatural powers, while some of the Avengers does not have a supernatural powers.

• Greek Gods consists of all gods, while the Avengers are mostly humans and aliens. Thor is the only god in the Avengers. So, no matter if you chose the team Avengers of team Greek Gods these people show us Courage, Heroism, Unity and Teamwork 🤝 Overall, the stories of the Avengers and Greek gods impart valuable lessons, by showing what is good over evil, the power of unity, and the importance of virtues and values.🌟

#GreekGodsVsAvengers #BattleofTitans #Avengers #GreekGods References: https://www.polygon.com/2018/6/29/17380862/avengers-4-title-release-date-trailer https://www.marvel.com/teams-and-groups/avengers/in-comics https://www.britannica.com/list/12-greek-gods-and-goddesses

[ghostwriter-of-silly-things]

Call Me Old Fashioned

»»——>❀♡ ship: poly! leo valdez x oc x jason grace

»»——>❀♡ warnings/tags: angst, panic attacks, trauma, nightmares, hallucinations, emetophobia warning, references to alcohol consumption, references to death, canon typical violence, oc is kind of a dick, oc cannot take care of himself, slowburn, angst, (eventual) friends to lovers. will update tags as i post/ as i change the story because i actually cannot let it lie

»»——>❀♡ status: ongoing

»»——>❀♡ Benjamin Harding was the latest newbie at Camp Half-Blood. Disoriented and unclaimed, he was shoved unceremoniously into the Hermes cabin, where he piled his few possessions into a small uninhabited corner. In the limited time he was there, he made a name for himself by befriending Clarisse, daughter of Ares, the unbefriendable and she made it seem her duty to protect him. Not that he couldn't defend himself, but it was the principle of the thing, a thing that both had sworn a blackmail-suicide pact on as soon as they befriended each other.

Most of the time he had spent at camp had either been in a comatose-like sleep that had been put to a stop much too fast, or violently throwing up a rainbow of disturbingly neon colours. Now, he was being shoved into a quest way before he was ready to even function again as a normal person, let alone a monster-fighting demigod. With zero choice in the matter and a tendency to pass out sporadically, what could go wrong?

-> finally uploading this thing that's been in my drafts for over a year. there are 100% spelling mistakes in there -- me and my beta reader are... Not Good at spelling but it's time to release this to the public i think.

it's the first part of a 7-part series i really truly hope to finish and the amalgamation of my autistic thoughts about the riordanverse. have at it ig.

it's kinda cringe but so am I (this is self-catering but some other people might like it)

Prologue

An Offer I Could Definitely Refuse, Yet Here I Am

Single And Incapable Of Mingle

I'm Not Delusional, Promise

Fire Resistant Bandanas

Item: Doubt

So Maybe I'm Not Okay

Time To Crawl Into A Hole And Die

Hey, One Question: What The Hell Are Feelings

The Sewer Is My Favourite Sightseeing Attraction

This Is Why We Don't Socialize With Evil Mythological Sorceresses

Benjamin And The Fortress Of Trust Issues

What Is This, Teen Wolf?

Oh My Gods We Were Roomates

Error 404: Sanity Not Found

Historical Fashion Fix feat. Aphrodite

Helicopters Are Worse Than Giants (In My Professional Opinion)

I'm Not Going To Say I Told You So

Ctrl + Z

You'll Be Walking Out Early But The Show Must Go On

My Eternal Punishment (cont.)

[thedancingkajira]

CONFESSIONS 1

As the Blessed One who threatened the lives of all the girls at The Ubar’s Pride Inn of Brundisium reminds us, none are without some sin to confess.

I am no exception. I have much to confess, even as a kajira, among those transgressions being that I still think of myself as “I,” and not merely “this girl.”

Yet I wish to be redeemed. Don’t we all? And so I’m using the generous gift of the Kennel of Brundisium, these papers, to play the role of my confessor.

After all, the likely future Kennel Slaver, Master Hu-La, is fond of stories. His seem subversive. He said he was writing a novel about two rival kajirae. Such a subject seems the product of a man without a Homestone, as it is an idea that jeopardizes the order of things.

Having seen the consequences of disorder during my time serving Taverns on the Vosk at the end of the war between Cos and Ar, I consider order to be a luxury earned at a great price and nurtured by constant care.

My internal disorder, my sin, is that of impatience. My first and only former Master, Ho-Hak Bar-Hom, used to call impatience a common and fatal disease of the heart. He was wrong, I’ve come to learn, about a lot of things, but likely not about this one.

My impatience comes from working a Tavern rather removed from the center of city activity in Brundisium. Along most shabby towns on the Vosk, Taverns were right near the docks, and so were often the first place visitors came. Such is not the case in Brundisium, likely because it’s a fine city, run in large part by mannered Free Women and the men who defend them.

The Tavern of Brundisium is tucked into the distant corner from the docks and awaits its new Keeper, who the Ubar says will arrive soon. I must say that the Ubar, Thaddeus, and his Ubara, Saffiyah, are among the most virtuous leaders I’ve ever met. They’re exceptionally generous with their time and care toward me, which is most remarkable given that I’m an ownerless slave. Both have personally invited my service.

Yet both are afflicted by the same common and fatal disease of the heart, it seems to me. Thaddeus drinks quite a bit and has quarreled with his family in public. Saffiyah seems both sad and distant from her Ubar. I get the sense that theirs was not only an arranged marriage but an impressed one. Both seem eager for some unnamed change in their lives.

I’m pleased to do whatever I can to cheer them and serve them well. Many of the slaves of the Free act out, talk back or openly disobey, and I refuse to be like that, especially to royals who have devoted such exceptional attention to me. I simply don’t understand disobedient girls.

We don’t choose who we are in life, we can only choose what we make of it. I am a girl, and so will be the best girl I can be.

Which brings me back to my sin, impatience. Though I’m pleased that the Tavern is beginning to draw more of a crowd, I still feel like I should be pleasing more. Is this some void within me that will never be satisfied, no matter how many paga bowls I fill and cocks I empty? I know well that a collar to a private master doesn’t fill it necessarily.

My former master filled my bed with his snoring and my days with his ambivalence. He was a man with a great mind atop a weak spine. I’ve seen men with both, though they are few. Recently, I was visited three times by a Scribe from Ar who seems to have both.

Yet I often wonder whether the value I feel that I have is merely a castle built on sand. Many have called me a good girl, yet in the silence between those voices, I still hear many ghosts. The things they say are unkind. Can any one voice drown them out?

Certainly, the scratch of this quill quiets them somewhat. Only the drum of the dancing music and the slap of a man’s hips against mine completely deafen them. If only they would echo forever. A collar contains those echoes, but even its steel cannot hold them for long.

And in their absence, I am left with only myself, in which this girl confesses to me, and I can only answer with the counsel I’ve been given since I was first stripped and sent to my knees: Submit.

[the-firebird69]

And what have you smacked him in China and he has had you hit quite a bit mike two. Walks around the corner of the house and it kept getting hit he has a few suspects. My son says this they're all doing it to you cuz I kept telling him about the story so I can't hitting you in the face cuz you're a stupid mother f***** and the Chinese are killing your people and your clan for what you did I try to impersonate them and you're just like these retards you think you it works you didn't check that's what exactly happened. I'm putting a hit on you Mike too added to my people and it's a bounty it's a good number I want my sons and daughters to release it to goo and oh yeah and for stuff they need they're going to play your brains out back too bye-bye you too mack if you defend him.

-there's a huge number of people who are bothering our son and these assholes are causing it to happen mostly and they're bothering his mom this morning and they're bothering her to do stupid s*** when she was younger or he was it's like 90% of it and the rest was kind of mild and she wasn't really into it so what can you do Mom it keeps happening you can't do anything obviously I didn't say they do stuff and day to day stuff is doing stuff cuz you have to do stuff after but most of you not proactive. And Biden is doing stuff but he gets it now and we dropped him on Max and Tommy F and they're fighting and the McDonald's will be out pretty soon and it's because of the bases they're going to get attacked by the morlock who want the bases. And our son says that song simple Man comes to mind and it's kind of about the way it is and George would just grab his gun.

-and there's a couple other things one of them is said they're very rude people and they don't care for their game so they don't have one it's ridiculous and they're the way of everything is this pile of s*** McDonald's and retards and the max did sometimes but they're going to figure out they need cars and trucks I guess who's a real stupid people okay on your side satanists

-we also have a lot of stuff happening here and there are bases here too in Florida the max occupy actually all of them and their son can't move if you did you might get in trouble but didn't figure that now Tommy f is a direct opponent and most likely the one who's making the message easy to post

-there is this a huge amount of epitaphs from Tommy f and Mac and they're saying we're doing it so why don't you guys go into a restaurant together and see who's doing it set throwing your food around you morons so they get it probably not it's going to make them get it

-we're going to use this stuff on them them saying we don't know what a cloak is and her son invented and it keeps on telling me to shut his mouth cuz it's so freaking dumb it's Tommy f going to make you pay for a time yeah it's going to rip your arms off and jam them up your ass it's your f** and really nice baby you had it's Jason it's like this teeny teeny teeny guy.

-couple things in Charlotte county the sheriff is looking for John remillard and it's for a warrant there are 10 warrants on him and his character and 10 warrants on the one next door and 20 warrants on another character as a matter of fact each of his characters has at least 10 warrants and around 10 characters and they're looking for him today and that would be the max well the McDonald's they're trying to arrest you for some reason and then after Dan who has five warrants and each character and they're trying to arrest him. So our son says we should burn westborough to the ground sometimes I agree it's psychological and these people feel invincible I don't know why they didn't get shot for years so they feel invincible. Or we should move it it's a good idea he says you take a house with people that died and you move it and it will make the rest of them die.

-so the county has a couple more things going on but really you people should understand you're so f****** annoying nobody wants you around at all all over the world are saying it just get rid of this dog s*** here they've got no act at all and they're proud of it just like any poor person who can't do it and they're trying to get you out of here tons of them are pretty soon you'll be out with no power no money and you'll feel how our son did and you won't last long at all minutes maybe some of you days some of you weeks and that's it you'll be dead

-is another reason why this is all happening and it's because the max are pushing for it and they're getting clobbered too and people are infiltrating and hitting them for crimes over the many millennia and it's going on now where they are a lot of it is because they will not shut their stupid mouths they're on TV talking meaning they're talking to each other and planning and their weaklings and their array is getting taken over by us and there's other people infiltrating and it's not going to be long they're going to be underneath too and they've been taking losses recently they lost the whole McDonald thing had three it's almost out and they're losing three more clans, one of which will be out this week the other two probably two weeks later when is Bob Marsh and his plan they're getting decimated for what he was saying and by a whole bunch of people. The other one is Ben Arnold oddly enough he's running around saying stupid s*** about warlock right in front of them and he got hit by the clothes went after and then them and they're pretty big both of those plans were about two or three percent roughly totally 5% of the max and they're down 4%, and leaving only 1% and it's 50/50 but that's bad and that brings a total to you about 16% Max of the population and they lost a couple plans on the way they really at 14% And they're getting hit pretty bad over the next couple weeks they are going to be pummeled in the Carolinas in Virginia and other areas where they are and the first step to do it on the max who wants to want their stuff there and they're building arms and it's conventional now it's heavy stuff for ships and McDonald's is trying to take it and there's three states as thoroughly industrialized below and above and he's got military bases and he's prepping and he's got about 300 aircraft carrier offshore was space Jets and all the armament and everything practically that everyone took he's taking from the imbeciles and he took a bunch of spaceships his fleet is like 1.2 billion and the max is about 10.8 billion and they're pretty big and Max is trying for stans stuff today. And he's upset crying a little oh. And b******* gets up stress harassing us it keeps it gets beat up by the Max and can't figure out the cycle with his returns doing and we mean the retarded man McDonald's clan. And they're going after him surreptitiously and they have collected about 300 million out of 700 billion ships they have also taking about 15% of his big stuff and they're going for a big bite today to fight and the empire is starting to take a notice so yeah he would have now 1.9 billion and is a contender and pretty big but he's going to attack the max at some point in his planning to and he's got big bases in Virginia he has three that are 10x10 North Carolina for 10x10 it has a big area South Carolina five by five Georgia three 4x5. And he's got a whole bunch all over but really those are the ones he's going to be launching an attack from and down below this huge bunkers that are much larger than topside got like 260s in each and a full and the max are up and they're going to after him today

I'm going to publish this is vastly important

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

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[tamariasykes-art]

17 and 18 for Rings of Power!

The Rings of Power themed asks. 🍃✨

17. What are your thoughts on the original characters? Do you like them? (For example: Nori, Bronwyn, Adar)

I absolutely adore all the original characters in the series and their arcs are usually the ones I am most invested in. The whole arcs with the Southlands (yeah I know they don't exist anymore) was such a joy to watch.

Someone on twitter refereed to Arondir as the "the elfest elf that ever elfed" and I think that is more than accurate. He is kind, noble, determined and just so good in every way. The interactions between him and Adar? This bond of both mutual respect and attempting to understand the other, but ultimately taking a different path in the end. I love his relationship with Bronwyn, they way they are so dedicated to each other but also willing to let the other go for a greater sake. They way they support and comfort each other throughout the series <3<3

Bronwyn is great too, probably my favorite female character from the series. She is also kind and very courageous and they way she is ready to take up a weapon to defend others and how she ends up taking the responsibility for coordinating resources and shelter for the people fleeing from the uruks. They way she unconditionally loves her son and Arondir <3<3

There are many more great original characters, but this is already getting so long

18. What are your thoughts on the portrayal of the canon characters? (For example: Galadriel and Elrond)

I am gonna preface this by saying that the only books of Tolkien I've read by now are the Hobbit and the Silmarillion so my knowledge on the lotr triology is mostly based on the movies. (Also I'm gonna stick with Miriel, Elrond and Galadriel here because I have the most thoughts about them)

I do like the changes the made to Miriel's character. I remember reading the Silm and wondering what Numenor might have been like under her reign and how sad it was that so much of her character is just a victim, a victim of Ar-Pharazôn and Sauron and later on a victim of Numenor being turned into Atlantis. Miriel in Trop just feels so refreshing compared to that. I wish the Numenor arc would have gotten a bit more attention, especially the relationship between Miriel and her father, but all the episodes with her

Elrond, is Elrond. He's fine The scenes with him in it always feel a bit odd tho. I recently started watching the series with my mother and she said about him: "He sounds like a politician" and I couldn't agree more. Now, I am aware that this is what the show is going for and the way he carries himself and his speech make sense for the position he holds at Gil-galads court. What makes scenes with feel so odd to me is that he seems to carry this behavior into these very personal scenes where he interacts with Disa and Durin and because of that they don't seem as heartfelt and intimate as they should. I mean, especially the scene where Durin voices his anger over the disagreement with his father and Elrond explains the relationship with his father, it sounds like he is reciting something and not offering insight on his friend. Although that part could also be a result of the German voice actors performance. I doesn't matter either way, this is a interpretation of Elronds character, a legitimate one and I don't hate it. It is fine. His haircut is always a joy to look at.

Galadriel is just like that. Idk I mean you have these really great aspects that you can base her story off. The death of her brother and husband, the survivors guilt, this feeling of restlessness and also this fear of going to the west and possibly thinking that she might not deserve it yet. And then they go ahead and show her to be this really cold, selfish and manipulative character and I am just asking myself where it went wrong.

And yes, those are flaws, every good character has those. But I feel with the way her story and character is written, she just comes of as utterly unlikable. I am not interested in seeing her evolve and change for the better, or face the consequences for her actions because her motivation seems so weird and her struggles seem to be non-existant. I mean Celeborns death for example has had such a big impact on her, I don't understand why they did not hint at that sooner in the show until her conversation with Halbrand (?) Why didn't they show her grieving, why do they never show her struggling with her values and believes, why is the majority of her arc her just try to find and destroy Sauron and not doing anything else? Also, the whole thing with taking the boat to the west. You could have done so much with that. But in the show you just see her conversation with Elrond about it where she makes it clear that she won't accept this gift from Gil-galad with the reason that he work isn't finished. And then the next scene is just her on the boat. I mean, this is literally a journey with no return why did they not show her trying to come terms with that or her fear of leaving her friends and Middle Earth behind, her feeling that she might not worthy of accepting something like that. (Maybe also her wondering if she will see her family again. I mean in Tolkiens work Finrod was allowed to leave the Halls of Mandos)

Like, I don't get it. I really don't. I am not a fan of her arc during the first season and neither is my mother (who hasn't seen all the episodes yet).

Thanks for asking!

[loveislandthegamefan79]

Day 4: "Getting the ick" Part 21

All eyes are on you as you stand on the ceremony in the challenge stage...The other Islanders wait in stunned silence... Alfie has the sparkling engagement ring in his head...He and everyone else is still waiting for you to respond...

Eddie: WOW, a ring, You guys really were serious...

Finn: Doesn't get much more serious that...

You think to yourself { is Finn realizing that all of this is too much for him all the history and baggage you and Suresh have? Is that why he's been crackin' on with Kat?}...

Kat: Guess someone was stepping out, not stepping up.…

Suresh finally picks his jaw up off the floor, hiding his embarrassment from the others...

Suresh: Ariellea? Is this for real? Were you ever going to tell me?

Ariella: Yes, Of course I was going to tell you...There was just never a good time...Everything went wrong before I got a chance to ask and then I just never wanted to even think about us again...

Suresh: I guess we both kept things from each other...Just wish you'd have told me...

Ariellea: I was upset with you, sorry if I didn't want to start chatting about rings! Telling you wouldn't have changed anything...You still did what you did...

Suresh: You don't know that...Maybe it would have been different if you had said something...I felt the same way, you know!

Kat: I didn't see a ring in your suitcase,babe

Dana: Yeah to be fair, if you liked it then...you know...

Dana holds up her hand and points to her ring finger...

Dana: Should put a ring on it...

Kat: Exactly! As melty as it is, at least the girl had the balls! Who's got time for waiting around!

Suresh: Just because I didn't give you a ring, doesn't mean I wasnt serious about us...

Alfie: Clearly not as serious as Ariella was... Right?

Ariellea: I was all in with you...I thought we were going to spend the rest of our lives together...And I didn't care who asked who...But then I realized you weren't the person I thought you were...I didn't know who you were...

Suresh: Well looks like I wasn't the only one keeping secrets...

Ariellea: There is a difference between yours and mine...Yours broke my heart and our relationship...I had everything planned out...Down to the day and time what we both was going to wear...Then it all just fell apart...

Suresh: I just... I don't know what to say to you...It all could of been so different...I would have been a great husband to you...

Alfie, Finn and Kat laugh under their breath...

Suresh: What's so funny?

Ariellea: Seriously guys now is not the time

Suresh: Guys, can you please stay out of it, yeah?

Suresh turns back to you and doesn't know what to say...

Eddie: I guess it's all even now? No more beef..

Ariellea: What do you mean all even?

Eddie: Well, you both hid things from each other, it's all in the past... Surely that's that? Even stevens...Surely now it's all is forgiven, right?

Ariellea: Someone has changed their tune..

Dana: What does that mean, Ariellea?

Ariellea: Oh just before the challenge, Eddie here bad mouthing Suresh and trying to get his graft on again..But I put him in his place and shoot him down...

Suresh: Well, thanks for standing up for me..

Ariellea: You maybe a ares sometimes, but I wasn't about to let him talk bad about you and you not be there to defend yourself...

Kat: Eddie, babe , life ain't that simple...The two things don't compare, do they? Ariellea's secret was nice...Suresh,if you've gotten cheated! It doesn't matter if Ariellea kept it secret... Proposing is still a sweet thing to think about doing...The other thing...not so much l...

Finn: To be fair, Ariellea and Suresh could be married right now... Telling me that would have been a good thing?

Suresh: I'm done talking about this with everyone...It's got nothing to do with any of you!

As Suresh leaves the challenge stage he turns to you...

Suresh: My answer would have been yes...I want you to know that...

Before you can say anything he paces off towards the villa... Everyone else starts to leave as well, Now it's just you and Finn...

Ariellea: You know we need to talk right?

Finn: Yeah I know we do...This has all been a lot...why don't we catch up in a bit, ok?

Ariellea: Yeah, I guess...Finn leaves and head to the villa as well... Your left standing there thinking { so much for a drama free day}...You head in yourself and go to the bedroom and lay down on your bed trying to wrap your head around all the craziness that has happened today so far...But it's far from over You still have to chat with Finn and you know Suresh is going to want to chat as well...You lay there think { this is not what I signed up for, this is not how I pictured my summer going this is supposed to an experience of a life time but nope not for you, sometimes you wonder...why even am I still here I should just go}...As your sitting alone in the bedroom Kat comes walking in...

Kat: What are you doing?

Ariellea: I needed some time to myself and my thoughts...

Kat: Have you talked to Finn yet?

Ariellea: No, I'm getting ready to here in a minute...I guess you got what you wanted, huh?

Kat: What do you mean?

Ariellea: Most likely this chat is heading in one direction...He gonna call it a day with me and explain why...And then run to you...Oh and just so you know...He be my sloppy seconds for you...

Kat: What do you mean sloppy seconds?

Ariella: We had sex last night Kat...and this morning in the shower...Now please leave I'm done talking to you...

Kat leaves the room and you lay there a little longer...You get up and head outside to look for Finn, you see him sitting by the pool...You walk up to him and sit down beside him...You look at him, he studies you face and eyes...

Ariellea: So, we need to talk?!

Finn: Yeah...

Ariellea: So explain yourself, why was standing up there looking like a fool? All the while you and Kat are flirting in front of my face?

Finn: Look, I'm sorry I didn't plan for this to happen...Kat and I just have that spark we bounce off each other we have some strong chemistry...

Ariellea: And we didn't? All the bullshit you feed me was a lie...I was letting my guard down with you...We had sex for f**k sakes...And I don't give that up to easily...

Finn: Again I'm sorry, I thought I could deal with all you baggage and history with Suresh...There is clearly more between Suresh than I know about...It seems like stuff runs a lot deeper between you than maybe you even realize...And I don't want to get in the way of that... I know there is feelings still there on both ends..But that's for you two to work out...You are a beautiful, special woman, I never ment to hurt you like this...You need to figure where your heads at...But for me right now I want to try and gives go with Kat... Again I'm sorry 😔...

He get up from the pool and leaves you there with your thoughts and feelings and tears in your eyes 🥹🥲😭...You get up and walk of to the swing seats and sit there and replay over and over Finn's words..As your sitting there still crying you see a Suresh walking over to you...you try to dry you eyes best you can...Suresh stops in front of you...

Suresh: Hey...

Ariellea: Hey Suresh...

Suresh: I think we need to talk about this ring-shaped baggage of ours...

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine being the daughter of Ares and Bruce wanting to recruit you for the team

"I already know what you want to talk about and the answer is no Bruce." Diana said the second he walked into the room.

Bruce threw an accusing look around the room, and everyone held a poker face. Until his eyes fell upon Barry who let out a nervous chuckle when his gaze hardened. The speedster disappeared in a blink of an eye leaving a trail of lightning behind him.

He knew how Diana felt about Ares, and knew she would hate the idea of letting the God of War's daughter join the team. So after recruiting Victor and Barry to find your last known whereabouts. He asked them not to say anything to Diana knowing she would get in his way. His plan was to try and track you down on his own to ask you to join the team. He figured you would be willing to hear him out at least. After all your father was the God of War nothing could be more exciting than fighting a alien war right.

"Well then I guess its a good thing I wasn't planning on discussing it." Bruce told her going to walk past her for the his jet. But a firm hand on his shoulder made him stop. The hand was all the warning he needed knowing what her strength was capable of. He turned back his mouth already open to defend his plan.

Diana spoke up before he could though. "I don't care what your reason is I said no." She fixed him with a steely gaze that matched her hardened tone.

"This team isn't strong enough for what's coming Diana we need more firepower. You don't want to resurrect Kal so I find another alternative. One that is alive and just as powerful and still you say no. Do you want us to die?" Bruce argued

"Your alternative can't be trusted she can't be trusted. There is no way to know rather or not she will turn on us.

"How can you say that when you don't even know her. You knew her father, and that was a long time ago Diana."

"I do know her and she was just as bad as him. Relishing in the pain, loss, and suffering from the result of wars that she started" Diana argued back.

"How can you be so sure she started those wars? Have you learned nothing about man all these years among us. We don't need any help creating a war out of nothing." Bruce shot back

"Stop defending her you don't know who she is." Her voice was raising now so much she was practically yelling.

"Neither do you Diana you never gave her a chance. You always assumed she was her father, and made her out to be a villain from day one. When you found out she existed don't forget the part of the story. Where you sought her out first and started the centuries long feud between the two of you."

There was a moment of silence before Diana brought her hand up to hit him in the chest, and his body went flying backwards into the metal rack behind him. He let out a grunt of pain on impact. She barely touched him but with her using even an ounce of her super strength it didn't matter.

Arthur took a step back not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of what was to come next. Victor remained in his seat trying to keep his nonchalant composure.

"My answer is final Bruce she won't be joining this team. Not as long as I'm around."

"Wow then I guess I wasted my trip here huh D" a voice came from the top of the staircase.

All heads snapped toward that direction to see you walking out of the shadows of the cave.

You had a bag slung across your shoulder, and was dressed in all black. An amused smirk was plastered on your face from witnessing the entire argument. "Sorry to interrupt I thought it was best to announce my presence. Before Wondy broke the bat I got your email Cyborg, and the answer is yes."

Diana turned to Victor with a glare. He gave her a small shrug letting out a nervous chuckle.

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