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Title: Eye of the Hurricane
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial
[NOTE: I had to create this gif as no existing gif that I wanted of this scene previously existed in the gifs search. This gif belongs to me.]
Word count: 1,004
Rating: G
Summary: Poseidon cannot change fate, but he can be there for Percy when he is needed the most. In the only way a god can.
“Do you want to talk to him?” Sally asked, her voice tremulous as the storm Poseidon had conjured outside upon his arrival. “I know you shouldn’t but maybe just to hear his voice.”
It was easy for a god to covet things, to wish for wants, and demand them to appear. It was easy too for a god to change perceptions of reality, if only to bend the rules for a moment. Poseidon tasted that potential for a sliver of time when he glanced back at the patterned pane that separated him from the young boy. He could see glimpses of Percy through that inch of glass. A boy with eyes like the sea, with blond windswept hair, and a mustard yellow sweater.
Thunder shuddered the walls of the diner, rumbling in those few seconds that brought the truth back into focus and reminded Poseidon who he was…a god who could do nothing.
It was difficult for a god to be powerless.
Poseidon forced himself now to never glance in Sally Jackson’s direction—to never tempt himself with forming something permanent with the mortal he loved.
“One day,” he said so only she could hear. “One day, when he’s ready. When he knows who he is and where he belongs. And fate has revealed to him his true path. On that day…I’ll be right by his side.”
The scent of smoke and burning chocolate syrup mixed with sundae ascended from the tall glass cup that divided them. He could still feel the tingle of desperation in his ichor, the call of a human to his domain.
He allowed himself one look. One last look at her before he left. Her eyes were closed, the single tear that had escaped her eye finished its journey down her cheek, and he imagined what it would have been like if he could hold their son between them instead of holding their distance.
When he left, he knew the rain had continued its deluge upon that little town in Upstate New York. He permitted it to happen. What else could he offer?
That autumn day, he stood on the beach at Montauk. Alone because the humans who went there thought the waters too cold apart from the summer season. The ocean lapped at his feet, the breeze a welcome comfort.
Montauk was not his most awe-inspiring work. The waves were turbulent, the climate too unforgiving to warrant many seasonal visitors. Not like plenty of his other haunts where the sands were powder and the ocean a clear sapphire when much of the world froze. But Montauk was an aspect of him. Of rocks, surf, and pebbles hidden in shores. Of sharp sea glass, short cliffs, and gray waters.
Montauk was Sally. Montauk was Percy.
Poseidon stepped into the tides. He descended as easily as he always had. A current roared overhead, so strong that it could drag any careless swimmer under in a matter of seconds.
“Lord Poseidon?” chirped a hammerhead shark in his mind. “Lord Delphin wishes to meet with you about the upcoming dolphin migration from the Carolinas. The riptides might deter them from moving any faster.”
His eyes snapped to the shark. The creature stiffened with fear.
“Riptide,” Poseidon said. He looked above him once more at the same current that had pushed him below.
“Ye–yes,” stammered the shark. “That is indeed part of the problem.”
“Or it is part of the solution.”
The water bubbled and Poseidon disappeared. He called upon a force of old, a force he had not called upon for thousands of years since the time of Heracles. That familiar thing tugged at his core and in the palm of his hand, burning and thriving.
And so, when he reappeared, he was on the shore of Long Island Sound. Night engulfed him. Apollo completed his duty. There was silence on the beach.
He walked through the forest and past curious wood nymphs who melted out of trees. He felt their eyes. He felt their words. He let them pass.
Upon the hill, he saw the Big House, its glass shimmering with starlight. A shadow shifted on the porch.
“Chiron,” he remarked as he approached.
The centaur looked startled. Chiron unfolded himself from his resting position on the deck, a mortal book about architecture in his hand. “Lord Poseidon!” he exclaimed. “It is a surprise to see you here.”
Poseidon hummed. He lifted his hand, the object he had willed into existence thrummed on his skin. "I have a task for you."
“You have laid a shroud of Mist over it, I see," Chiron observed.
Poseidon nodded. “The world outside is dangerous. Humans do not understand our world. I do not expect them to.”
"It is a curious choice to disguise a weapon as a pen."
“A gift,” Poseidon corrected. “One day, there is sure to be someone who needs it more than I.
“The story of this blade is a tragic one, but it does not have to be. You must keep it in your possession. Do not let anyone who is not worthy take it. Do not let anyone know you have it.”
“How will I know who is to own it?” Chiron asked.
“You will know.”
Chiron studied him, and Poseidon felt like a demigod would if they were one of the centaur's pupils.
“The blade is called Anaklusmos," explained Poseidon. "Riptide.”
The name rolled off his tongue, and like a whirlpool forming in the deep, clashed against the currents that had prevented him from remembering it. A reminder that even the powerful were not invincible.
“The master of that blade will drown their enemies in the depths of the raging sea. It will protect them.” He glanced away. “I will protect them.”
Chrion took Anaklusmos from his hand.
Poseidon knew this desire of his was a fool’s quest for the impossible. But though a god could not change fate or ancient laws, he could try.
Poseidon was the sea. His son was born from defiance.
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
Girl help I got like 5 asks and a tag I'm so Tumblr Famous.
Thank you so much for the tag! Since I did get this ask 3 times, I figured I might as well reply with different fics on each ask and round up a total of 15 fics that I'm proud of~!
In absolutely no particular order:
The Heat House (mdimileth, a/b/o)
From Your Secret Admirer (fdimileth, a/b/o, yandere dimitri)
Forget Me Not (fdimileth, MCD, hanahaki, hurt no comfort)
The Forest (fdimileth, fairytale themes)
The Dragon Lord's Husband (mdimileth, god/mortal)
#queryresponded#itsmoonpeaches#dimileth#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#byleth eisner#fe3h fanfic#silvercoldbrew
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Happy ffwf! If you can pick any 3 gifs to describe a fic you're currently working on with no context, which would they be? Post them with your answer!
Full disclosure I have no idea what I'm doing with pasting gifs:
for Unspoken, Undeniable, rated T
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8, 12, 15 or else!!!
THANK YOU OR ELSE
8. does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?
Only two people who know me irl know that I write fic, and one probably doesn't even remember (because I told her....20 years ago 💀). And no, I would probably not tell anyone else 🥲
12. What’s your perfect environment to create/write?
Alone at my desk with my computer, and during a time when I am guaranteed to not be bothered or have anything else to do hanging over my head (usually at night).
15. How do you think your writing has improved over time?
I think my writing has become more concise, using fewer words to say the same thing, which makes it hit harder. I'm also doing a lot more showing and less telling (and sometimes all showing). I also weave in a lot more metaphors and description, often both at once, which I think makes the description more meaningful and immersive.
deep fic writer asks
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19 and 39 for fanfic writers asks please!
19 - Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters? I actually like making OCs a lot, especially when it comes to ATLA! I think the world is so expansive and so rich that it's easy to worldbuild off of what was given to us. We only followed a handful of people in the original series, and that lends itself well to opening the door for new characters. That being said, OC stories definitely get a lot less traction and attention than the ones about canon characters. One of my favorite stories I've written was about Aang's mom, but it didn't really garner a large readership, so that aspect of creating OCs is a little frustrating.
39 - What’s your most self-indulgent wip? I'm currently writing a Tysuki fic for one of my best friends. It involves Ty Lee running away from the circus on a wolfhorse (which are her two favorite animals combined) and features some of her favorite tropes. So while I wouldn't say it's entirely self-indulgent, it definitely hits some hyperspecific interests of my friend that others might not care about.
Thank you for the ask, Peaches! <3
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do you have any fanfic recs for Kataang?
Ohhhhh yeah. I'm missing a ton; but here's a rough list of semi-recent favorites and I will try to reblog with any more I come up with later! Hopefully I will get my act together soon so I can write/post my first Kataang fic too ;)
Y'all know I'm a HUGE fan of @itsmoonpeaches and some of favorite Kataang works by them are helpless (I am so into you), A Breath of Sky, The Soul-Farer, and Threads of Fate but they have TONS of fabulous Kataang fics to choose from so please peruse at your leisure!
look into your eyes (and the sky's the limit) by oreocheesecakes: “If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it,” he said with a smile, his eyes never leaving hers. A fluffy in-universe Kataang AU where Aang saves the world without her, and they meet after the war instead. If you’ve ever wanted to read love at first sight Kataang, pining!Katara, and smack in the middle of charming and dorky!Aang, this might be up your alley. Inspired by the song “Helpless” from Hamilton." - AS CUTE AND FLUFFY AS APPA
No One Else in the World by BaSingSeSocialite: "On a vacation to Kyoshi Island after the end of the war, Aang reflects and muses." - very much in tone with the show, feels so much like an episode. Really great descriptions of waterbending too, which is SO tricky to write! Honestly all their Kataang Week 2022 works are great.
and my voice becomes the driving force by @thinkingisadangerouspastime: "Katara hates the quiet. That’s why she talks to him." - as they say in the notes, it's more of a Katara character study BUT explores what Aang means to her in a beautiful and deep way!
Speaking of @thinkingisadangerouspastime ...I also recommend broken pieces still belong (AMAZING exploration of Katara's character and her "emotional journey from the events of "The Western Air Temple" to those of "The Southern Raiders," as she experiences firsthand both the challenges and rewards of forgiving others (and perhaps even learns to forgive herself along the way)"; Exposition (incredibly inventive AUs!!!!! Like some of the most fascinating I've ever seen!!!); Love of My Life (a *chef's kiss* Katara and Aang reunion after the final battle that's filled to the brim with tension); and we have all eternity (to love the dead) (a remarkable take on the soulmates au).
Getting Even by SilverThunder: "Sometimes the most important thing is just settling the score - and Katara has some catching up to do." - One of the earlier Kataang fics (2012!!) but captures the playful flirtiness between them super well and the dialogue is so in character!
The Riot's Gone by margaerystark: "It didn't work. Katara clutched the amulet of spirit water to her chest, her heart pounding against her knuckles. The moment her fingers left Zuko's face - revealing unchanged, leathery skin - was the moment she knew she had made a mistake. The properties that the water once held were gone, and Zuko's scar hadn't even been healed." Katara goes through with using the spirit water from the oasis on Zuko's scar and bears the consequences." - SUCH a cool, unique AU and I love how it focuses on Katara's deep love for Aang through the lens of almost losing him
you cut through all the noise by wanderinghooves: "A year is such an excruciatingly long time. Aang is sent abroad for a year of diplomacy while Katara helps to rebuild at home. Distance makes the heart grow lonely." - Characterization and descriptions were GORGEOUS, and captured that deep love loyalty of Kataang that makes it such an everlasting romance.
teach me to live my life (because i can’t remember how) by @northerngoshawk (another one that is very much a Katara character study and helps paint a more nuanced picture of Kataang’s bond and their relationship dynamic imo) and their other fic gods don’t bleed (except you do): “Katara always thought that being the Avatar meant being a god. She learns from Aang that she is wrong.”
blue ribbons by OceanMyth: “Katara has always been fascinated with Aang's tattoos. In which old scars are healed, and broken tattoos are mended.” - Made me tearbend! I’ve never seen anyone write the take that Aang’s tattoos could be mended after he is scarred and I adore it so much. They have tons of short drabbles that are Kataang-centric too, so if you prefer short & sweet this is the person to go to!
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AO3 First Lines Tag Game
Thanks for the tag @itsmoonpeaches!
Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
I Just Wanted You
Lin flexed and stretched under the covers.
Red Jade
The heels were killing her.
(it’s the summary, not the text, but it is the sentence that started everything)
The Littlest Beifong
Lin flipped to the last page of the report.
The World Can Wait
Pema paid the moving crew and closed the door quietly behind them, locking it.
A Mere Relic
Lin looked up from her reading as she felt the pounding of a small child running up the outer stairs.
Elemental Changes
Kya set down the chart and dropped her face into her hands.
Time for Us
Pema looked up from her spinning basket as Lin stepped into the room with a carefully balanced tea tray.
Now’s Not the Time
Lin woke, and reveled for just a second in the feeling of knowing she wasn’t alone.
Midnight Watch
Lin stumbled off the ferry, glad she didn’t overbalance and fall into the water.
Lin’s Interview
Meelo staggered under the weight of a basket of groceries as he tried to mount the ramp to the ferry.
Now for the fun part, as long as it's fun!
@orangepanic @slowdissolve @linguini17 @chiefbeifongcanrailme @pamplemousseparadox @yellowsalt3 @wishingforatypewriter
And everyone else who just wants a little review of their own goodness.
#I need to learn how to start stories with something other than “Lin”#or a name#nyama’s short fics#nyama's longer stories#tag games
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ao3 first lines tag game
thanks for the tag @itsmoonpeaches!
Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
1. The Darkened Path
There is a legend passed down from generation to generation, a legend about the Spirit World and what lies within. Once a mere folktale spun by a mother for her children, it had gradually spread throughout the world, with each culture taking its own interpretation of the tale.
2. bleeding out (with you to carry me home)
It was supposed to be a peacekeeping mission.
3. these sleepless nights we spend (waiting to come home)
Hakoda can’t sleep.
4. dreamless dreams
Every night, he dreams of death.
5. going back, moving forward
He smiles from across the table as he moves another piece on the board. Aang sits and looks down at the table, thinking over his piece placements, analyzing his strategies. And yet, at the same time, he can't shake this nagging feeling in the back of his mind.
6. see the sky and sea (and remember me)
Who are we?
7. everything
A figure sits alone on a hill overlooking the temple below, facing the setting sun. He fingers the beads on the necklace in his hands, traces the whorls etched in the wooden pendant. Blue arrows wind their way from the back of his hands to underneath his robes.
8. grazing among the stars
Appa let out a low bellow as he cruised through the sky. With the sky's blue fading to pink and the clouds taking on a golden color—not to mention the hours upon hours spent in the sky—it didn't take much to guess what he needed.
9. protecting you
The rough sackcloth was suddenly ripped from his head, and Aang found himself in a dungeon.
10. never letting go
"You can't save everyone."
tagging: @justoceanmyth @thinkingisadangerouspastime @shrinkthisviolet @madamefluffnstuff @chocomd @flameohotwife @thatcroissantgurl @shifuaang @benwvatt @azulamakesmeblank and anyone else who wants to join!
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12, 19, and 34 for the fic writer ask game!
12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.
Ok so I’ve currently only got one proper WIP (the third part of Eternally Yours) but I have a few that I’m getting ready to write afterwards! The one I’m most excited to get started on is gonna be a simple fic about the cloud family (dunno if that’s a universal term but I ALWAYS refer to the kataang family like this in my head) when they discover that kya is a water bender, how that affects bumi and how kataang deal with it. It’ll be my first fic about the kataang family (thanks again for that request all that time ago @itsmoonpeaches 😭) so I’m excited to finally explore their dynamic (as AMAZING parents)
19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?
Usually canon-compliant fics for the most part but I don’t really discriminate that much. AUs are GREAT!!! If it’s atla I usually stick to fics that include bending so perhaps in between is my fav?? But this absolutely incredible modern au sans bending about kataang as two separate single parents called cumulus and nimbus by @coyotelemon is one of my favourite fanfics EVER, if not one of my favourite pieces of writing I’ve read in years!!! it’s honestly just so perfect, I have nothing more to say (though it does have smut, sorry northern). You know I’m starting to feel like I’m ranting without giving an answer?? Oops hahaha, ok I’m gonna say I prefer canon compliant for now because that’s the majority of what I read lol
34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.
From my fav one shot, After
He sighed. Aang didn’t want to run the risk of being too serious too soon, but he had to admit that when he thought of the future, he could see nothing except the one who held his heart in her hands, the very girl who sat by his side now, staring at him expectantly - desperately he hoped that look would never leave her eyes. “It’s just... you asked if I’d stay with you and... i will. Not only if you wanna go to the south pole, or the market, or anywhere else on the planet, but... always, okay?” he took both her hands in his and squeezed, turning to face her fully, and it was like her figure acted as a beacon of light in the dark. “I know I’m being all mushy, you can laugh if you want,” he chuckled softly and heard the light-hearted giggle of her own, “I just really hope you’ll stay with me, too, Katara.”
At his last words, she softened. Cheesy or not, he was everything and more to the girl. She had thoughts much like his - the difference was that Aang had the guts to say them out loud, and she would forever be grateful. “Of course, sweetie,” she smiled brightly, squeezing his hand right back to which the corners of Aang’s lips tugged upward in a toothy grin that shone with some kind of relief, the featherlight feeling of happiness making both their hearts sing a symphony that would be sung until the end of their days. “Whatever we do now, we’ll do together.”
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AO3 First Lines Tag Game
Thanks for the tag @singersargentboi !
Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
I know I've done this game before, but it has been awhile, so hopefully there won't be too much overlap.
the world weighs on my shoulders (but what am I to do?): ATLA, Iroh and Zuko in the aftermath of the Agni Kai
Iroh lived in seconds. Rose from his seat in one, made his way to the aisle in another, somehow managed to put one foot in front of another as he descended towards the platform. There was no point in wondering what the Fire Lord had meant as he exited the arena. Capturing the Avatar could only happen if his nephew were alive to do so, and the closer Iroh got to the crumpled boy, the less realistic that possibility seemed.
we will pay the price (but we will not count the cost): ATLA, outside POV of Iroh as he watches Lu Ten's final moments
Min pulled herself up to her feet using the nearest boulder as leverage. The Fire Nation soldier could only manage a sitting position. His head was bleeding, and he was clutching one of his arms as if it were broken.
for all things seen, my dear: It's a Wonderful Life, a quiet moment between George and Mary
It’s hours later—a time that neither of them have seen on the clock for years, ever since Pete was born and began the tradition of their children needing all of their attention at any given hour of the day—and George finds himself looking into his wife’s eyes, tracing his fingers through her hair. The braids came undone at some point in the minutes after the families had left their home.
This love: FMAB, poetry from Riza's POV about Roy and the love they've built
isn’t something / I thought I wanted, / and it’s certainly not something / that the world ever / led me to believe / that I could deserve. / No, this love
you wanna show the world (but no one knows your name yet): FMAB, Royai ATLA AU
“Again,” repeated the even voice.
I can’t stand the rain: FMAB, a quiet Royai moment
The thing about rain in Central was that it never knew when to leave. Out East, Riza had thunderstorms: rains that swept in quickly and darkened the sky in a matter of minutes, whose thunder could shake the house down to its bones, whose downpour drenched all who were unlucky enough to be caught unawares. And then, just when you started to wonder if you ought to start damage control in case the basement flooded again—the rain left, done with you and ready to surprise the next county over.
in your hands there's a touch that can heal, and the power to kill: FMAB, introspective Riza on the power she holds over Roy
Your life always looks the same. The players move around, leaving the board entirely when they can’t cut it, but another always takes their place. It doesn’t matter who they are. They never last.
bring wings to the weak and grace to the strong: FMAB, Royai in the hospital after Roy's eyesight is restored
The bandages made his movements awkward, but Roy wouldn’t have stopped running his hands through Riza’s hair for the world.
relief: FMAB, Riza overthinking things
This was a mistake. Riza shouldn’t have invited him up, and she shouldn’t have let him fall asleep in her bed. Not that she regretted the sex itself—no, that had been exactly what she needed. He’d taken care of her, as promised, and she almost smiled as she brushed his dark hair off his forehead.
[podfic] Never knew I could feel like this: FMAB, Royai in the hospital after Roy's eyesight is restored (yes, I've written sooooo many versions of this story, and I wrote/podficced it all in one go)
The cool compress the nurse had left for him lessened the pain, but Roy kept peeling it off. Itching eyes were a fair exchange for this sight.
Tagging @rousse @terracyte @goneadrift @figuringitoutasigoalong @blackinkpen @theaceofdragons @itsmoonpeaches @dairogo @scienceoftheidiot @musing-and-music if y'all want!
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Get to Know Me
Tag 9 people you would like to get to know better
Thanks for tagging me @alwaysawkwardd
Three ships: Kataang (AtLA), Lukanette or Lukadrienette (Miraculous), Liralas (Lirael & Nicholas from Old Kingdom series)
First ship ever: Menolly and Sebell (from Anne McCaffrey's Dragonriders series)
Last Song: Subspace Rhapsody End Credit Medley
Last Movie: Pride and Prejudice
Currently reading: Fairy Tale by Stephen King and Maribat fanfics
Currently watching: Star Trek Lower Decks
Currently consuming: Greek yogurt with homemade jam
Currently craving: fresh chocolate chip or shortbread cookies
Tagging but no pressure to respond. I just think these are fun, and it's been ages since I've seen these circulating: @itsmoonpeaches, @valk-things, @mikauzoran, @edendaphne, @hanafubukki, @jamiehascateyes, @hilzabub, @h-sunnywet-d, @fragileizy
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Title: Storge
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial
Word count: 1,004
Rating: G
Summary: As the quest concludes and the war ends, Poseidon is left with the truth and the realization that Percy means more to him than he knew.
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Camp Half-Blood celebrated. The night sky bloomed with multicolored fireworks. And amid the cacophony, the gods discovered the truth.
At Zeus’s command, Athena had called for a meeting with the whole council to end the war between him and Poseidon. But now Olympus shuddered with war’s echoes once again.
“So much for a swift and crushing victory, eh dad?” sneered Ares. He leaned back on his throne, the ancient stone pressed against the back of his leather trench coat.
“Silence,” Zeus ordered with a scowl. Thunder rumbled above them. “Your role in this has not been forgotten.” His irises swirled with storm clouds. He propped himself up, resting his arms on the circular marble table that the Olympians sat around. “We must decide what to do with Luke Castellan.”
Poseidon watched the proceedings with feigned indifference. He clenched his fists beneath the table and felt the leftover prickle of electricity dance across his fingertips. Even for a god as prominent as he, stopping Zeus’s Master Bolt with his bare hands was a harrowing experience. It was not often that gods held onto another’s symbol of power.
Across from him, Hermes twitched. His face shuttered.
“He is lost to us,” answered Athena with the authoritative tone he always recognized. She looked like that girl who went on the quest with Perseus except she was taller with narrower, more angular features. She had the same dark curls, but never wore her hair down. It was slicked back into a tight knot and accentuated her calculating gray eyes. “He eludes us with the power of his sword, and that puts him under Kronos’s protection. It is inadvisable to deduce where the portals will take him with so little information.”
Zeus frowned.
Athena clicked her tongue. “We must decide what to do with the other one…Poseidon’s spawn. Perseus Jackson.”
Poseidon straightened. The quake inside his chest threatened to release the force he held back. Long Island’s shores were bombarded with waves. “Enough,” he growled. He unclenched his fists. His trident crackled in its sheath attached to his throne.
The council quieted. Athena narrowed her eyes.
Zeus grunted, folding his arms as he glared. “I will not renege on the prize I have awarded the boy if he does not cause a disturbance,” he said. “I refuse to be indebted to a half-blood.” He lifted the Master Bolt. Its energy reverberated from the floors to the Corinthian columns that enclosed them. “He has returned what is mine. For now, we watch him.”
Poseidon thought to relax, but that was before Apollo with his sunny grin and even sunnier disposition, decided to interrupt.
“My Oracle spoke,” Apollo started with a singsong tune that grated on Poseidon’s nerves. “This may be the Prophecy. We must prepare soon.”
Poseidon sucked in a steadying breath. A new squall formed near Australia’s Shipwreck Coast.
Artemis rolled her eyes. “Not everything needs to be said in haiku, brother,” she admonished. The silver in her hair gleamed like the moon.
Poseidon sighed. The tension in his shoulders never lessened. “Perseus is not yet sixteen,” he said. “Leave him be.”
“We will get nothing done talking in circles. I have duties to attend to,” Zeus added. He nodded to Athena. “Finish this.”
The meeting adjourned. The gods flashed away, vanishing to tend to their domains. But Poseidon lingered. He had not moved. He stared at a pearl he rolled in his palm.
“Do you ever dream about mom?”
His son’s voice rushed into his head like an endless current. Perseus’s eyes were so much like his own, so much more than he had imagined. Poseidon had not answered his question. He had not forgotten.
He clutched the pearl tight and stood, trident in hand.
“He is your weakness, the boy.” Someone disrupted the silence.
Poseidon turned.
Athena observed him from the pathway that led to the rest of Olympus’s sprawling city. “If you are not careful, he will become a liability to you.”
He inclined his head. “What's this?” he asked with a sardonic smirk. “The goddess of wisdom and battle strategy giving me advice?”
“It is simply an observation.”
“An observation I do not crave.”
Athena scoffed. “You surrendered for him,” she replied. “You lost the war for that boy. He is nothing more than a blip in our eternity. What will happen in the future when there is more at stake? What will you choose, your son or the Fifth Age?”
He parted his lips, but no answer came. Athena departed down the path. He was alone.
He walked to the edge of the council room, intent on watching what remained of the fireworks below. Even from here, he could see them. If he concentrated, he could hear the laughter of the demigods and smell their offerings scraped into the bonfire. Most of them did not know what had transpired yet.
He only wished Perseus was spared betrayal.
The hearth that occupied the edge of the room snapped. Out of the warmth appeared the form of a little girl in drab robes.
“Hestia,” he said with a slight bow. “I am sorry to disturb you. I will soon depart.”
“You are lost,” she remarked. She always sounded so much younger than she was. “You are thinking of him…of your family.”
“You are my family,” he countered.
She smiled and offered her right hand. “Take my hand.”
With caution, he took it.
As soon as they touched, images flooded his mind. He saw Sally Jackson. She pressed her forehead to their son’s. The sunlight dappled the rivulets of her hair and brightened Perseus’s blue eyes.
He saw Perseus in his cabin at camp, running his fingers along the water in the fountain, a pensive look on his face. On his neck, he wore a new bead on the necklace Chiron had given him. Painted against black was a delicate sea-green trident.
When Poseidon remembered himself, Hestia was gone. The visions tucked away inside him.
“Yes,” he whispered into nothing. “I do dream of you.”
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Happy FFWF! Your Helpless AU? Yes give me some of it right now. This is not a request, but a demand (please???? PLEASEEE????)
Demand, and you shall receive ;)
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“So, flight and evasion. Very airbender,” she noted.
He cocked his head. “For someone who says she’s never seen airbending, you sure seem to know a lot about it.”
She shrugged. “You’re the talk of the Four Nations, you know. Plus, Master Pakku told me that learning the bending styles of the other nations would help me greatly, so I read up at the North’s libraries while I was training there.”
“Firsthand experience, I can vouch that it does help greatly,” he agreed. “On that note, I’m curious if you’ve read anything about the Avatar.”
“Sure. Comes with the territory of the four elements.”
“So how have I fared?” he asked teasingly. “Living up to your textbook expectations?”
“Well for one, I didn’t expect the Avatar would be such an incurable prankster.”
She had to bite back a laugh as her partner did his best to feign offense. “Me? I’m just a simple monk,” he said innocently.
Katara laughed in earnest this time. “Could have fooled me. Do you always charm girls by kissing their hands and whisking them away to dance?”
“I—“ He stopped swaying. “You think I’m charming?”
Katara flushed. “I—“ She swallowed. “Um … sorry.”
“What? No, why are you apologizing?”
“Sorry, Aang, can we just drop this?”
“If it makes you feel better, I—I think you’re beautiful.” Katara froze, and she watched as the Avatar averted his gaze. “And um, to answer your question, no, this isn’t a regular thing.”
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I’m having lots of fun with the dialogue, as you can tell. Aang and Katara with a little more age and self-confidence are definitely some of my faves to write hehe.
#katara#aang#kataang#kataangtag#ffwf#itsmoonpeaches#asks#answered#atla#fanfic writer friday#oreocheesecakes fanfiction
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for the fanfic ask game: 1, 9, and 18!
Oooooh, thanks for the ask, friend! Sorry it took me a minute to answer--the weekend got much busier than I expected, haha.
1.What is your most popular fic? In terms of kudos alone, Unspoken, Undeniable (rated T) just became my most kudosed fic over the weekend!
9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written? Oh wow, this is a hard one. I think either the scene in With You (rated T) where Aang sees Gyatso, or the scene in Free as the Wind (rated T) where the wind dances through the Southern Air Temple as a blessing. Both scenes almost felt like *too much* when I was writing them--like readers might think I was being ridiculous/over the top--but they also felt *so right* to me, and necessary. Almost like closure. I don't know. Both of those fics were very difficult for me to write in general for different reasons but those scenes just kind of wrote themselves and there had to be a reason for that, right?
18. Recommend someone else fic! (And tag them if they have a tumblr!) I feel like I recommend @thinkingisadangerouspastime's Broken Pieces Still Belong (rated T) and your i don't know who i am (but i won't stop trying) (rated G) series every time one of these comes up but they honestly should be required reading for the atla fandom!!! I'll also add @itsmoonpeaches' Ten Thousand Things series, and Without Water (rated T) by @chocomd. And if you're in the mood for some universe alterations, everyone should read @shifuaang's fic, The Riot's Gone (rated T), in which Katara uses the spirit water on Zuko and struggles with the consequences.
Thank you so much for playing the Fanfic Writer Ask Game!!!
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Hello my fruneshop fool
2 and 77 for fanfic writer asks!!
MY FRUNESHOP FRIEND
2. Where do you get your fic ideas?
From everything everywhere all at once....I mean, my answer is here.
77. Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?
There are so many reasons! The main one is to create the stories I would’ve liked to see during the ATLA series or post-series. Though I’m starting to play with other ideas, like modern AUs, which is something I never thought I would ever be interested in. The other big reason is that pandemic life is hard and stressful, so fanfic writing is often the one thing I look forward to in my day, when I can be by myself and do something that is 100% for myself. I channel my real life angst into my writing haha....even if the writing is fluff! Strong emotions need to go somewhere, I guess. I also want to develop and improve my creative writing skills, so writing for an audience and for friends who give me feedback and act as a sounding board and trying out different kinds of stories has been immensely helpful!
Thanks for the ask!
Fanfic writing asks
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Happy FFWF! What fics have inspired you to write and how have they inspired you?
Happy FFWF! 💙
For a long time I have been largely inspired by my writing partner @robb-stark. We wrote a lot of ASOIAF together and separately, and her standalone fics always made me very excited to write.
I just recently got into writing ATLA, and there are two major fics that I have to credit for making me think and expanding my views!
The first is Insinuations by @kuchee, which is just... so good on so many levels. This fic really just taught me to embrace aspects of ships that I like that some people might shy away from or even chastise. For too long I feel like I was trying to cater to a wide audience and not be too controversial™, but that just sucks the flavor and fun out of writing, and Insinuations really breathed new life into my perspective.
The second is noctiluca by @praetorqueenreyna because it inspired me to think about interesting possibilities and characters that I hadn't even considered before. Helaina has a beautiful way of exploring the complexities of culture and character development and motivations, and I appreciate her ability to make me exercise my brain.
A lot of my friends have inspired me including you. (Like I can't even begin to tell you how much I fangirled when you left a review on my first ever ATLA fic and encouraged me to keep writing.) Really everyone that I participate in FFWF with has been wildly inspiring, and their talent blows me away every day.
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