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aurelieorleans · 1 year

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Name: Aurelie Josèphine Orleans.

Age: Nineteen.

Gender: Cis female.

Pronouns: She/her.

Occupation: Nobility; Princess of France.

Face claim: Emily Carey.

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Character tropes: Women are wiser, Hundred percent adoration rating, Friends to all children, Guile hero, Modest royalty, Politeness judo, Rich kid turned social activist.

Character inspirations: Margaery Tyrell (A Song of Ice and Fire), Lady Sybil Crawley (Downton Abbey), Emma Woodhouse (Emma), Rachel Elizabeth Dare (Percy Jackson), Susan Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia), Queen Alysanne Targaryen (Fire and Blood), Elizabeth Bennet (Pride & Prejudice).

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT THE REVOLUTION? DO THEY SUPPORT IT, OR DO THEY FEAR IT? HOW DO THEY THINK IT SHOULD CONTINUE?

Aurelie has incredibly conflicted feelings regarding the revolution. On one hand the idea of a revolution puts her livelihood and her life completely at risk. No matter how much sympathy she has for the people she has grown up with a level of institutional wealth and privilege that is difficult to just turn your back on. So it scares her, the revolution scares her deeply.

The massacre of the House of Courcillon was in a way a wake up call for Aurelie. It was what caused her to view the revolutionists with more caution. Her sympathy for their cause does not mean she is sympathetic to the murders of nobility. But more so it scared her because it is not impossible to see how at least some people would like to see her family, and her, share the destiny of House Courcillon.

At the same time she is acutely aware of how needed it is. She sees her mother who has used intimidation and power to get her way, who uses fear rather than love, who has alienated the people. And she sees her father too weak to stand up to his queen or his people, nor does he seem to have the strength to stand up for either of them.

The revolution did not come from nowhere. They have lived in lavish luxury while people starved and that is why Aurelie does support it in her heart. Her sweet, kind heart of gold that only wishes she could truly do more. She tries to whisper words in her parents ear, tries to tell them the people need more to live. What is a kingdom without a people? It is not worth much.

Aurelie cannot see life going back to how it used to be, at least not peacefully. She hopes for peace now. She hopes for her family’s safety, and her own, and she hopes for the people’s. There has been too much violence and Aurelie is learning it is possible to have empathy for the cause while also fearing the consequences.

WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER SEE AS THE GREATEST PROBLEM OF THEIR LIFE?

There are a few problems that could really be listed: the impact of the revolution on her family and standard of living, of how her support has impacted her relationships, the discovery of her mother’s affair with the general.

But I would like to focus on a problem that I believe is normal for any nineteen year old young woman. That is to have power in what your life is destined to be.

To put it in as few words as possible - she has no true agency.

Aurelie is the Princess of France. She has had all the luxuries a little girl could ever dream of, when she was six she was given a small kitten, white and blue eyed and Aurelie adored her pet. She adored her dresses and she loathed her first pianoforte tutor with great passion (she later realized it was the pianoforte she loathes). It is easy to see only her title and believe she has freedom and agency but Aurelie has lived in a gilded cage her whole life.

Her privilege does not equal agency, it equals duty. Her education, lavish life, it is all to shape her into the young woman she is predestined to become. She is a woman born in the 1700s, a woman of royal blood, she has duties to be a wife and a mother. Aurelie has never imagined herself wanting anything else, there has never been reason to.

Before the revolution she never dared to.

She sees the people raise their voices, claiming their worth. In voicing her support for the recent political developments where she can, Aurelie is finding her own voice. She is finding agency and it’s thrilling and frightening, and it makes her want to hide from her mother in particular.

Aurelie wishes to marry, she wishes to have children. But perhaps she would also wish to marry for love. Not because it has been decided for her. She wants a say in her life.

WHERE DOES YOUR CHARACTER SEE THEMSELVES IN FIVE YEARS?

Aurelie understands her position in life and at court. She may have become somewhat of a People’s Princess but that is not what she is intended to be. If the royal family is to maintain the little power and standing it now has the best course of action is through marriage alliances.

Aurelie imagines there will be thoughts and plans on who she should marry and she highly doubts her own opinions will matter much. She hopes she will marry someone kind, someone who will care not only about her but about the common folk.

She is not against marriage. She wants to get married; her entire life has practically been spent teaching her how to be a noble woman and a wife to carry on noble lines. This is the duty she serves to society, to her family but with all the changes in France she is having to confront if it is the duty she serves to herself.

Caring about the people is something she is proud to do. It is something she hopes in five years she still has the privilege and possibility to do.

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hadesisqueer · 2 years

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I think I really might have a learning disorder and I'm fucking crying because knowing it actually makes me feel so relieved?

See, I learned how to speak really early; by the time I was 3, I could speak as eloquently than my 8yo sister, and with a richer vocabulary. I also remember being, in first and second grade, the only kid in my class who could read perfectly, without getting stuck or getting lost. And I was the best at writing. I was also the best at English.

However, I still felt dumb. I've always felt dumb.

See, while I was good at all that, I have always struggled with Math. I took longer to learn how to count. How to, for example, associate the word “two” with “2”. And to this day, I still have to double check sometimes when I read numbers because I might say 13 instead of 31. While my classmates easily learnt how to add and substract numbers in class, my mother had to sit with me every single evening to help me and buy me like a thousand booklets until I finally learnt, and I still struggled a lot. And multiplying-- I probably copied the tables a billion times and I still don't know them.

I still passed most of my tests until sixth grade because I studied really hard, all the time, but it was hell. I saw how some of my classmates struggled a bit, too, but not the way I did: I remember literally wanting to cry every time I was called to the chalkboard and the teacher asked me to divide. I couldn't. I just couldn't. My father sat with me every evening and explained it to me, over and over again, all the time, for two years, and I still couldn't do it. By the time I had done a correct division, my classmates could have done maybe seven or eight. And things got even worse with fractions. Algebra came a bit easier to me at first, being able to do simple equations, but as soon as I finished sixth grade and entered secondary school, I just couldn't. My grades dropped, and it's not like had very good ones. I failed every test with an embarrassing grade, many times I didn't even get the basics right. So I gave up and basically started ignoring Math. That probably costed me two years that I had to repeat, and that took a toll on my mental health, but I swear that my mental health would have gone worse had I kept crying and worrying the way I did before. To my teachers I was lazy and to my parents, I was just bad at Math and that's it. And then again, I dropped the subject as soon as I was allowed to, so no more Math class anymore.

But I still feel stupid. I felt embarrassed to admit to anyone how much I struggle. Many times, I can't tell which way is right or left, and I have to remember that I'm right handed so I can go on. I confuse adresses and get lost all the time because I confuse the number of the houses. I can't even remember my own phone number because, again, I confuse the numbers. I'm bad at calculating distances since like, forever. Doing basic math in my head takes me longer than it should, and sometimes I even have to use the fucking calculator to do stuff like 23+16 because my brain just freezes. I can't even count coins or money bills like a normal person and I have to do recount several times to make sure I wasn't wrong. I get lost while counting a lot of times. Fucking hell, I tell myself, I'm nineteen years old and I get fucking lost while counting.

I was dumb. I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with my head, why I was so stupid at Math. Until very recently, I watched a show: Druck, the German remake of Skam. I found Fatou, the protagonist of the sixth season, incredibly relatable. Not only because, like me, she's a lesbian that's bad at flirting, but also because... She got lost at counting all the time, and had problems counting bills. She got lost easily and confused numbers as well. She couldn't do basic math easily because her brain froze. And she also felt stupid for it. Until she found out that she had a learning disorder.

I read Percy Jackson when I was younger, so I knew what ADHD and dyslexia was since I was a kid. But I had never seen, in any movie, show or book, a person that struggled the exact same way I did. I didn't know it was a thing. But thankfully Druck put a name to it. Fatou did the test, and she found out she had dyscalculia. I'm going to do the test as well whenever I can. I had never heard that term before but I swear, when I looked it up, it felt like Heaven to find out that what happens to me is actually a thing, and it's not that I'm just dumb. So yeah. Representation matters.

#learning disorder #dyscalculia #druck #fatou jallow #seriously this is why representation matters #fucking thank you #tw swearing

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crow-in-a-teapot · 3 years

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tower of nero spoilers

i have just finished the tower of nero. and before i go searching for other people’s thoughts and art and more of the characters i love so much, i want to write down some of my own thoughts because i know as soon as i delve into that ‘ton spoilers’ hashtag there are going to be complaints and criticisms and so much that i don’t want to hear, or essays that’ll make me upset, or things that’ll change my perception on the book (because on this website people really love to hate the trials of apollo).

i want to start with: i loved it. it didn’t feel earth-shattering or huge and momentous like some of my favourite riordanverse books (house of hades, the blood of olympus, the last olympian and maybe some of the magnus chase books take those pedestals for me) but it was satisfying. and i think it was satisfying because it in no way felt like an ending. whether because eventually rick will write that will-and-nico-go-through-tartarus-and-save-bob novella, or because we (or at least i) will continue writing and imagining and creating for this world i don’t know. he didn’t wrap up the story in a perfect little bow like ‘nineteen years later’, he simply put it on pause. gave us a glimpse of where every character was at at the end.

the only thing that makes me so angry and upset is that i did manage to get some spoilers for moments that i know would have been so good to experience for the first time if i hadn’t been spoiled for them. the moment where rachel mentions penguins in a mansion near her house, nico getting mental health advice from mr d, the fact that will and nico were going to be in the book for so much of the story, but the big thing was literally spoiled for me two days ago, it was the reason i sat down to read it as fast as possible because i was terrified of getting more spoiled and not being able to experience the moments for myself, was that piper had a girlfriend. i know that reading that for the first time would have been so cool and surprising, and the fact that when it came up for a moment in the last couple pages all i felt was disappointment because it was spoiled for me and because it was now tinged with whatever that person was saying about her having a girlfriend.

but i still had some warm fuzzy moments, the two parts where apollo thinks he’s going to die but nico comes up behind him - so good. impeccable.

Leader Guy spat. ‘Now, I kill you.’

He raised his sword... and froze. His face turned pale. His skin began to shrivel. His beard fell out whisker by whisker like dead pine needles. Finally, his skin crumbled away, along with his clothes and flesh, until Leader Guy was nothing but a bleached-white skeleton, holding a sword in his bony hands.

Standing behind him, his hand on the skeleton’s shoulder, was Nico di Angelo.

and

Nero raised his hand, ready to give the kill command, when behind me a mighty BOOM! shook the chamber. Half our enemies were thrown off their feet. Cracks sprouted in the windowsand the marble columns. Ceiling tiles broke, raining dust like split bags of flour.

I turned to see the impenetrable blast doors lying twisted and broken, a strangely emaciated red bull standing in the breach. Behind it stood Nico di Angelo.

gods. poetic brilliance. i can’t believe i’m still a nico di angelo stannie in the year 2021. in five years i have not changed (ever since the tv show announcement last summer i have managed to morph into myself from 2017)

from here i’m not sure where to go next i kind of want to go through everything, except it’ll be more difficult than my tyrant’s tomb reaction because i wasn’t reading on a kindle and thus can’t just do funny little reactions to screenshots of quotes, so i’ll just skim through the book page by page and see what i can comment on (i’m not planning on doing analysis today, no thank you, just enjoying the end of my childhood and trying to squeeze as much out of it as possible)

i have an emotional attachment to mr. snake from the very first chapter, and am very upset that he’ll never get off on his baltimore stop and get to see his wife, lu had no reason to shoot and kill him like that.

that brings me to lu, i liked her, it was interesting to see how rick kind of brought in not only the overarching theme of abuse, but also people who let the abuse happen, i have more i could say on this i’m too lazy to right now, and i promised no analysis - or the fact that Lu had conspired to make the show non-lethal to spare Meg’s feelings rather than - oh, I don’t know - refusing to do Nero’s dirty work in the first place and getting Meg out of that house of horrors.

And are you any better? taunted a small voice in my brain. How many times have you stood up to Zeus?

Okay, small voice. Fair point. Tyrants are not easy to opppose or walk away from, especially when you depend on them for everything.

the parallels to meg and lester heading to percy’s apartment, and then to camp half blood to the hidden oracle was so cool to read, every callback to the hidden oracle just there to remind us readers exactly how far apollo has come and how he’s changed; the entire chapter with sally, paul and estelle just felt sickly sweet, it just didn’t seem real how wholesome and good that family is, like i get why apollo broke down and just sobbed in that shower.

also rick really saying acab again in toa, i thought he was done after that elf cop chapter in magnus chase (the magnus chase series is a masterpiece) but apparently not, with A ‘good cop’ is still a cop... still a part of the mind game.

the grey sisters, i forgot about them completely but this threw me back into was it the sea of monsters when annabeth summoned them? i’m not sure, it could have been the lightning thief either, they really remind me of the disney hercules movie. the whole ganymede paragraph was gold, i love gods being canonically confirmed lgbt in the riordanverse. i also love the whole eye-tossing part -

‘He will crush our eye,’ Anger cried, ‘if we don’t recite our verses!’

‘I will not!’

‘We will all die!’ Wasp said. ‘He is crazy!’

‘I AM NOT!’

‘Fine, you win!’ Tempest howled.

also, the explanation for why dionysus chooses to look the way he does was perfect, because it was something i often wondered about and wasn’t expecting to get an explanation for, and i imagine the whole mythological dionysus to look like.. well like a more feminine apollo i guess, beautiful in a gender non-comforming way.

Other Olympians could never comprehend why Dionysus chose this form when he could look like anything he wanted. In ancient times, he’d been famous for his youthful beauty that defied gender.

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In retaliation, Dionysus had decided to look and act as ungodly as possible. He was like a child refusing to tuck in his shirt, comb his hair or brush his teeth, just to show his parents how little he cared.

every scene with nico at camp just BREAKS ME, i would throw in screenshots of every damn quote but unfortunately, as said above, cannot and would rather not type every one; we’ll start with, obviously apollo confirming to him that jason is dead.

He didn’t look angry exactly. He looked as if he’d been hit in the gut not just once but so many times over the course of so many years that he was beginning to lose perspective on what it meant to be in pain. He swayed on his feet. He blinked. Then he flinched, jerking his hands away from Meg’s as if he’d just remembered his own touch was poison.

ugh then will talking about how nico’s doing, confirming that he’s suffering with ptsd, mr d giving him advice, helping him sort though what voices in his head are real and which ones aren’t, then the paragraph that just recounts every horrific thing poor nico has been through, how will has to reassure him that he’s okay and ‘with friends’ when he wakes up after shadow travel

will’s kindness to apollo, buying him clothes, and apollo finding seymour the leopard’s head in his bed, put there by mr d aaaa AAAA A A A A A THE ORDINARY, EVERYDAY CAMP HALF BLOOD THINGS..

i could go on for years and years about how much i appreciate rachel having a big role in this book, and the visit to her apartment, everything, her art, the fact that she got what she wanted, she’s going to PARIS to study ART, she isn’t forced to be someone she’s not by her dad, and gets to be a big part of a demigod mission and not stand on the sidelines for once.

i love that her landscapes are still visions, that she still paints the quests demigods go on - the burning maze, jason’s funeral pyre, caligula’s ships; and how nico ~appreciates art~

‘And, hey, di Angelo -’ she pushed him playfully away from the canvas he’d been ogling - ‘don’t brush against the art! I don’t care about the paintings, but if you get any colour on you, you’ll ruin that whole black-and-white aesthetic you’ve got going.’

i. love. rachel.

WILL GLOWS!! THE HEADCANONS FROM LIKE FIVE YEARS AGO THAT YOU’D SEE FLOATING AROUND ABOUT HIM MANIPULATING LIGHT!! CONFIRMED!! CANON!! AMAZING

I AM OBSESSED WITH THE TROGS, I LOVE THEM, THEY ARE GREAT, not gonna lie, i was expecting something more dramatic and spooky with how worried will was and how dionysus was going.. visiting the cavern-runners isn’t ♫ good for your mental health ♫ but the little hat frog gremlins were a good addition. i like them very much and their funky little soup shenanigans. quoting the ghost king himself: trogs good. nice hats. (IM SORRY I KEEP MENTIONING HIM BUT I JUST) also how apollo starts wishing for breadsticks a s ajoke and theY STRAIGHT UP HAVE BREADSTICKS? HUH? WHERE DID THEY GET THE BREADSTICKS FROM??

yeah, i’m also still very much upset by every mention of jason grace, it’s funny how ever since his death in the burning maze i have grown to love him more and more and that’s not fun for me, for that boy to become one of my main comfort character’s and have his death and sacrifice and nobility mentioned every few chapters. i’m pretty sure i cried when he appeared to talk in apollo’s dreams, and this time the tears weren’t from the effort of keeping my eyes open and working for hours straight reading this book (i remember staying up until 2am to finish the sequel to beautiful, broken things, it was very much worth it)

‘All right, Jason. We miss you, though.’

ALSO. THE FACT THAT THIS KID. THIS CHILD. HAD TO THINK ‘BUT IF A HERO ISN’T READY TO LOSE EVERYTHING FOR A GREATER CAUSE, IS THAT PERSON REALLY A HERO?’ A KID ISN’T SUPPOSED TO THINK ABOUT THAT AND BE READY TO SACRIFICE THEMSELVES FOR THE GREATER GOOD,, i,, ugh,, he’s supposed to be finishing school and designing temples not being the perfect hero and soldier,, spain without the s,,

as @couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name said: ‘thinking about how ghost! Jason didn’t seem to understand why Apollo was so upset about his death because he’s been raised to believe a hero’s sacrifice is noble and his life doesn’t matter in the grand scheme and also if he doesn’t understand why the person who watched him get horrifically killed is so torn up over his death he probably doesn’t even realize his other friends are grieving him..’

IM SO UPSET THE ARROW OF DODONA IS DEAD D: IT WAS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS ALL THE FUNNIEST MOMENTS WERE BECAUSE OF THAT ARROW AND IT'S DEATH WAS SO SAD WTH LIKE WE FIND OUT HOW USELESS THE ARROW FELT AND HOW THE GROVE OF DODONA ALL THOUGHT IT WOULD BE CRAP AND WOULD FAIL APOLLO AND THEN ONCE WE FEEL BAD FOR IT, IT DIES??

the entire python battle was pretty grim, there is a part of me that's like because this is the last book series i would have loved say the magnus chase and kane chronicles gang in a giant battle with everyone like the battle of manhattan but even more dramatic, but even so, i did appreciate that python battle and the whole almost-falling-into-the-depths-of-tartarus thing.

him talking to artemis was cool, but JESUS: 'I turned and strode out of my room, trying to recall how the god Apollo walked.' like that HURTS. it was such a huge culture shock for apollo to go throught this huge character arc and be so human and understand the pain of others, to be around gods again who are so.. apathetic. also, zeus. 'Interesting how he put that: I had done him proud. I had been useful in making him look good. My heart did not melt. I did not feel that this was a warm-and-fuzzy reconciliation with my father. Let's be honest: some fathers don't deserve that. Some aren't capable of it.'

OKAY OKAY SO THE END?? CHIRON TALKING TO A CAT (BAST) AND A SEVERED HEAD (MIMIR) ABOUT SHARED PROBLEMS WITHIN THE PANTHEONS!! WILL AND NICO RECEIVING A PROPHECY FROM RACHEL TO GO TO TARTARUS AND SAVE BOB!! THE HUNTERS OF ARTEMIS, INCLUDING THALIA AND REYNA BEING BEST FRIENDS (qpr.. qpr..) HUNTING THE TEUMESSIAN FOX!! PERCY, ANNABETH AND GROVER, THE ORIGINAL TRIO, GOING ON A CHAOTIC ROAD TRIP TOGETHER!! - SO MANY STAND-ALONE SET -UPS PFSJSJSJ

okay quick word on the reunions at the end: funny little elephant visitation program with livia and hannibal. love that for them. calypso and leo's relationship seems rocky and complicated, but that's to be expected, i think even if they do get properly back together again it might not last long, because it does pretty much feel like a teenage relationship where the two aren't very compatible, but we'll see. hazel and frank are so funny with their gold plated necklaces. lavinia - tap-dance icon. almost cried at the mention of jason's temple-extension plan again. percy not being sure about what he wants to do in college is accurate and i like that that's left to be up-for-interpretation (rick does THE MOST for the fanfic writers pfsjsj). i am OBSESSED with aeithales, like i hate deserts so the burning maze setting is not my favourite but GOD that HOUSE, the vibes are off-the-charts. i'd love a house made of living trees that's also a greenhouse filled with dryads. meg gets a unicorn. that is so great.

i kind of wish the book hadn't ended with 'Call on me. I will be there for you.' because every time I imagine the friends theme song and i don't think that's the vibe he was going for, BUT i do love him talking to meg, that was genuinely emotional - 'You'll come back?' she asked. 'Always,' I promised. 'The sun always comes back.' ; i really wish it had ended with that, but i guess apollo does tend to break fourth walls and talk to the readers, like a lot of the protagonists of riordanverse books.

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believinghurts · 4 years

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Aurora Black-Lupin

Relationship: Percy Weasley x Aurora Black-Lupin

Warnings: Panic attack

A/N: I thought about making this a series, but I’m not a 100% sure yet. This would be the first part. Let me know what you think. The story would follow the daughter of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, and her relationship with Percy Weasley, the Golden Trio, and her family. Feedback is always welcome! Requests are open!! Message me to be added to me taglist!!

Taglist: @thesweethufflepuff

The World with You

Aurora (Rory) Black-Lupin sat on her bathroom floor staring in disbelief at the two little pink lines on all four of the muggle pregnancy tests she had taken. Pregnant. She was without a doubt pregnant. The sickness started about a week and half after her missed period. She had hoped that it was a coincidence and that she was just coming down with a bug and her period had decided to just be irregular for that month, but when Hermione said that she thought Rory might have been pregnant after she explained her symptoms to her, she knew that she needed to take the test. Which is how she ended on the floor with tears streaming down her face as her best friend rubbed circles on her back trying to calm her down.

“It’ll be okay, Ro.” Hermione whispered.

Rory curled into her friend's side, “How? We have never even talked about kids. We are both on the younger side, what if he wanted to wait? How am I even going to tell him this?”

The thoughts running in her head made her cry even harder. What if Percy didn’t want children? They both were young still; her only nineteen and Percy twenty-three. What if he called off their engagement? What if he was disappointed that she had screwed up all the plans that they had talked about? She placed a hand on her lower abdomen, with all the thoughts of Percy leaving there was one that was sticking out in her mind like it had flashing lights on it. She wanted this baby.

She knew first hand how hard it was for some people to have children. Her fathers were prime examples. They wanted another child, but never got there after her dad, Sirius, was wrongfully imprisoned for the murder of her late Godparents, James and Lilly Potter. Her dads loved her more than anything in the world and Remus made sure to tell her that all those nights when he was tucking her into bed by himself when she was small. Although Remus wasn’t her biological father, since she was a drunken accident that took place after Remus and Sirius had a fight, he loved her like she was his blood. Her fathers wanted a big family; Remus came from a single child household, and Sirius had a sibling, but they weren’t close at all in fact she had never even met or heard a lot about her Uncle Regulus.

But even with the blaring thought that she wanted this baby she was still terrified about what Percy’s reaction was going to be. The thought of the disappointment that she would potentially see in his in eyes when she told him made her breathing pickup and her tears to run faster. She felt lightheaded, and like she wanted to throw up much like she had every morning for the past almost two weeks after Percy left for his job at the Ministry.

Hermione, noticing the change in her friend's demeanor, curled her arms tighter around Aurora trying to ground her from the possible panic attack. She stroked the hair on the back of Aurora's head much like she did Harry’s after he woke up from a nightmare. The war had taken its toll on the close group of friends who were now family. Hermione had to obliviate her parents in order to protect them; Harry had lost his parents during the first war, but later found his Godfather, who was wrongfully imprisoned for twelve years, and his Godsister alone with his Uncle; Aurora got her father back, but lost her cousin, who had been an older sister to the young girl since they met, Nymphadora; and Ron nearly lost his older brother, Fred.

The war had been over for close to two years, however the damage was done and still haunted them all to this day. The good that they all had in their lives helped balance it. Hermione was sure that this was going to be a good thing just like when Lilly Amelia Potter was born four months after Harry and Hermione’s wedding. Though convincing Rory of that could potentially be hard since she had that Black stubbornness.

“Listen Ro, this is a good thing. You and Percy are engaged. You were already going to spend the rest of your lives together, and this topic would have come up eventually. This just sped up the process. Percy worships the ground you walk on, and you’ve seen how good he is with Lilly. You both will make great parents. And hey, if he decides to be a total arse when you tell him I’ll hex him and you can come stay with me and Harry till Percy got his shit together. But I know for a fact he won’t be, you wanna know how I know? Cause I’m Hermione Granger-Potter and I am never wrong.”

Aurora made a sound in between a giggle and a sniffle at her friend's speech before shifting around to look at her, “But how c-can you be so sure? What if he hates the thought of having a child with me?”

Hermione brushed some hari behind her ear, “I’m sure because I was in the same position you are now when I found out about Lilly. I was scared Harry would be mad. He had just started working as an Auror and I was working in the Ministry, and we weren’t married yet. But then I remembered he loves me and we have an army of people to help just as you do.” She gave her friend a soft smile. “So what I purpose is for us to get off the floor, wipe the tears before Percy gets home, and come up with what you are going to say.”

Right on cue there was a ‘pop’ from the living room signalling Percy was home. The girls scrambled to their feet, hastily wiping tears, and stuffing the test into Rory’s makeup drawer. “Rory?” Percy called out into the house.

The girls dived onto the bed trying to act as if they were just talking when Percy entered the room. If the look on his face was anything to go by they didn’t do a very good job. “Oh, hello ‘Mione. Didn’t know you were here.”

Percy placed a kiss on Rory’s head. Her eyes met Hermione’s as the other girl gave her a small smile, “Oh well, I was just leaving actually. Just needed another adult to talk to before I went stir crazy from the baby talk and my work at home.”

Hermione called out her goodbyes before apperating away. Percy turned his attention back to Rory. “Well that was...odd?” He chuckled. His laugh trailed off as he took on Aurora's full apparence. Her eyes were red and puffy, lip slightly swollen as if she had been biting on it, and her messy dark curls. Percy knelt down in front of her, cupping her face in one hand while brushing her hair back with another. “What’s wrong, love?”

Rory avoided his eyes, terrified that when she uttered the life changing words he would walk away. “Percy, I have something I need to tell you.”

“What is it? You know you can tell me anything, sweetheart.” He placed two fingers under her chin gently making her look at him.

Rory mustered up all of the Gryffindor courage that she had before she spoke, “Perc, I’m pregnant.”

She felt her heart fall to her stomach as his hand dropped off her face. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I thought we took every precaution that we could. Please, please believe me. Please don’t leave me. I don’t know if I can do this without you.” She trailed off as tears ran down her face again harder than ever before.

Percy sat in shock. The love of his life was pregnant with his baby. He was going to be a father. Tears gathered in his eyes that he quickly blinked away upon seeing and hearing his darling girl apologize and beg him not to leave her. “Sorry? What on Earth are you sorry for, love? And leave you? I wouldn’t leave you if someone tried to drag me away.”

He wrapped her up in his arms. Rory sniffled confused as to why Percy was hugging her. He was happy about this baby? Percy tucked her head under his chin, rocking back and forth till all of her tears stopped. She couldn’t bring herself to leave his arms in fear that everything would fall apart if she did. Percy heard her mumble something into his chest, “Repeat for me, love?”

“I said you aren’t mad?” she whispered again.

He gently pushed her back off his chest. “Mad? Why would I be mad? This is great! I’ve always wanted a family of my own. Especially with you.” He bopped her on the nose eclicting a little giggle out of the girl. “I mean I was thinking we would wait a little bit, however that doesn’t matter. I am so happy, love! My baby is having a baby!” He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.

“I thought you would be mad….that's why Hermione was here. I didn’t know what to do and she brought me the test. I would have asked Ginny, but she can’t keep a secret.” They both laughed at that. Rory wiped her face with the sleeve of Percy’s Christmas jumper that she had on.

Percy wrapped her back up in his arms, laying back down on the bed with her half on him. “Well, we know how I feel about this, but are you happy about it?” He whispered into her hair.

She tucked herself further into his neck, “Honestly at first I was in shock I think. Then I was panicking about your reaction, but now that I can truthfully think about it and let it set in. I am. I’m happy this happened to us. I want this, Perc. I’m scared as hell, but we can do it.” She pressed a kiss to his collarbone.

Percy smiled against her forehead before sliding down so that he was eye level with her stomach. Rory’s hand slid into his curls, playing with them. “Hello there darling. I’m your daddy. Me and your mum absolutely cannot wait to meet you. You are going to be the luckiest kid in the whole world because you are going to have the best mum ever.”

He pressed a kiss to her abdomen just above her belly button before working his way back up towards her mouth. He slotted his lip with hers with such passion it made tears well in her grey-green eyes again. “Thank you.” Kiss. “You’re amazing.” Kiss. “You are to be the best mother.” Kiss. “I love you both so much.” Kiss.

Rory smiled, “We love you, too.”

Percy flopped down beside her, “So ‘Mione is the only person that knows right?”

“Yeah besides us.” She said absentmindedly playing with the fingers on the hand that Percy left on her stomach protectively.

“Well, what do you say that we tell everyone this weekend about her?” He suggested.

“Her?” Rory’s eyebrow arched at him playfully.

Percy shot her a smile, and a wink. “Yes. Her. It’s a girl. I can feel it. Fathers intuition.”

She let out a laugh, “I don’t think that's how it works, but okay whatever you say. I think its a boy.”

Percy rolled his eyes at his beautiful girl, “How about we make a bet? When I’m right and it’s a girl I get to pick her first name and you her middle, and vice versa if you’re right. Which you aren’t.”

“Okay, you’re on Weasley.” They sealed it with a kiss. “But back on topic, yeah that’s fine. It’ll be a good chance to catch everyone together.” She smirked at him with a mischievous glint in her eye that looked all too much like Sirius’s. “Including my dads.”

Percy gulped at the thought of telling Sirius Black-Lupin, an ex Auror, and Remus Lupin, a werewolf, that he knocked up their little girl.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #percy weasley #percy weasley x reader #weasley family #wolfstar #wolfstar daughter #remus lupin x sirius black

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darkstarnight02 · 3 years

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Campfire Song after BoO be like:

My mom is a goddess, the best of the best,

my dad’s also Poseidon, I guess

He likes to make storms that create a mess,

Oh no.

He gave me a sand dollar for my fifteenth birthday,

I used it three days before my sixteenth birthday.

My mom is Athena, like that statue up there,

I got her eyes, but I did not get her hair,

And for my boyfriend, she really does not care,

Oh no.

She named me Olympus’s Architect,

And then the offer to become a god, did Percy reject.

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

The king of the Romans, is Jupiter, my father,

His statues always make him look taller,

To pray to him, I really don’t bother,

Oh no.

I’ve only met him about three times,

But the memories feel like when you suck on limes.

My dad is Hephaestus, god of fire,

Somehow he snagged the goddess of desire,

The fire’s getting higher and higher,

Oh no.

He gave me the ability to burst into flame,

But since dirt-face killed my mom, I’ve tried to be tame.

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

My mother’s Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty,

She’s the type of Mom that calls my boyfriend a cutie,

Which is odd, since I grew up thinking that boys had cooties,

Oh no.

Now I can make people do what I want them to do,

like that time that I borrowed a BMW.

My dad is Mars, he’s the Roman god of War,

And I’m related to Peryclemenus, so it’s kind of a score,

Except for Jason, only I know what it’s like to soar,

Oh no.

I’m kind of a pacifist, so that kind of sucks,

But now I’m a Praetor, but I give no... ducks.

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

I’m the daughter of Zeus, the king of the skies,

But normally we call him Drama Queen or Thunder Thighes,

If we piss him off, then, yeah, we’ll die,

Oh no.

So I joined my sister, Artemis, in the hunt.

And now all stupid boys, away I will punt.

My father is Hades, if my outfit isn’t clear,

Usually, his name installs fear,

But really, he’s a helicopter parent, and always near,

Oh no.

Yesterday it was nineteen forty two,

but I woke up eighty years later, and, unfortunately, I met you.

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

My mom’s Demeter, she really like’s cereal,

She doesn’t get, that Seph and Hades love is real,

Never once has she asked me to kneel,

Oh no.

One time I got anxious over the paper pages I read,

And meanwhile my sister is still growing weed.

My mom is Hecate, the goddess of Magic,

Our history, truly is tragic,

Cabin Nine always freaks out, because there’s no logic,

Oh no.

I’m pretty sure she likes Hazel more than me,

But I’m not sure, how ‘bout we see?

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

Well, my father’s Pluto, the Lord of Riches,

I can summon gems, metals, and occasionally ditches,

Me and my mother were apparently witches,

Oh no.

I don’t know if it’s true, what you said about Hecate,

but that’s pretty sad, if you ask me.

My mother’s Nike, the goddess of Victory,

To get to sing this verse, I had to punch Holly in the knee,

Not that her pain, really concerns me,

Oh no.

She’s also up there, in Athena’s hand,

Now she’ll watch over us, wherever we stand.

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

I’m a son of Apollo, the god of the sun,

and music, and archery, and—wait I’m not done,

Poetry and truth, and medicine, oh, fun,

Oh no!

But there aren’t that many talents of his that I know,

so now I just heal and sometimes I glow.

My mother is queer, and you know her as Iris,

She is the rainbow goddess,

As for us gays, we’re truly the hottest,

Oh no.

People always laugh when I tell them who my mom is,

so then I turn their hair to the color of different mosses.

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

This is Clovis, and his dad is Hypnos,

but he won’t stay awake along to say sing on his own.

Sometimes, when he’s sleeping, pencils get stuck up his nose,

Oh no!

I know he doesn’t say much, but he’s still pretty smart,

His dreams and his visions are a work of art.

My father is Ares, the god of war,

he’s kind of a but-hole, shall I say more?

His wishes for me to be stronger are truly a bore,

Oh no.

I’m leaving this fall, though, because you all suck,

And in Arizona sandstorms, once again I’ll be stuck.

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

Like La Rue, my godly parent, is that of war,

If you fight bellona, you’ll end up on the floor,

but unlike Mars, she’s not all blood and gore,

Oh no!

I flew the Atlantic to retrieve Athena,

And now this goat boy is calling me RARA.

Hi I’m Grover, I’m a child of pan,

I mean he’s not really my dad, but this song is pretty grand,

definitely better than when he went missing from the entire land,

Oh no!

I’m the one who finally found him,

But then he died, since the world’s pretty dim.

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

Bonus:

My name is Lester, I used to be Apollo,

My father is Zeus, the one all us Greeks follow,

But now I’m mortal, so I’ll sit here and wallow,

Oh no!

I don’t think I have any more tears to cry,

And now that I’m mortal, I can actually die!

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foreverfallingforthestars · 3 years

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I think my dad is Santa Claus

🎄Day 6 of 12 Days of PJO Christmas🎄

At first, when the screaming started when Annabeth was sitting in the Athena cabin doing some reading, she didn’t know what was happening. Her first instinct was to think that a monster had somehow broken through the barrier and was attacking the camp.

However, when she ran out of the cabin holding her sword, she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight.

It wasn’t a monster attacking camp.

It was Poseidon dressed as Santa.

PSA: These drabbles are canon-compliant till HoO and just acknowledge the existence of Estelle. Also technology use is a thing.

Read on AO3

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At first, when the screaming started while Annabeth was sitting in the Athena cabin doing some reading, she didn’t know what was happening. She was alone in her cabin, and her first instinct was to think that a monster had somehow broken through the barrier and was attacking the camp.

She dropped everything, grabbed her sword and ran out, expecting a battle to be going on, but when she ran out of the cabin, she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight.

It wasn’t a monster attacking camp.

It was Poseidon dressed as Santa.

“What the—” she muttered, staring at Poseidon handing out wrapped gifts to the younger campers near the center of the camp. He was wearing the bright red Santa hat with the white beard, covering his own black one, with a red overcoat and white pants. In his hands was a big red bag filled to the brim, and he kept taking boxes out and handing them out to the cheering kids. Annabeth blinked in confusion, wondering if she had accidentally been given something by one of the Stolls — who had also come to visit that winter — that was causing her to hallucinate, but after a quick pinch to her arm, she deduced that she was, in fact, not hallucinating.

She immediately glanced around for Percy, knowing that he must have a hand in bringing Poseidon to camp, and sure enough, she found him talking to a group of young campers near the Big House with a look of apprehension on his face. As she quickly jogged over, she kept noticing that he was constantly stealing glances towards Poseidon — god, she couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that the King of the Seas was wearing a goddamn Santa hat and beard — and looked just absolutely stressed. His messy hair was even more messy and looked almost like a bird’s nest; Annabeth could imagine that he had already run his hands through it several times.

Percy caught sight of her when she was within a few feet of him, and he broke away to grab her arm and drag them away from the horde of kids that were surrounding Poseidon. He took her towards the weapon shed, and once they stopped, he turned to look at her with wide eyes.

“Annabeth. Help.”

“What did you do?” she hissed, flinching when a bunch of kids ran past them, screaming about presents.

“I didn’t do anything!” She leveled him with such a flat look that he winced and retracted his statement.

“Okay, technically I did do something, but I didn’t mean to! It was an accident,” he pleaded, taking a hold of her hands.

“Percy, I have way too much work that I should be doing right now to be dealing with this,” she threatened.

“I may have, uh, accidentally wished for dad to bring a few presents down.”

She raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend. “Accidentally?”

“Okay, see, one of the younger Ares kids was complaining about how he realized Santa didn’t exist, and he was so upset. It made me think of Estelle, and so I said that it was okay that Santa didn’t exist because his parents would get him gifts, anyways. But then, he started crying about how Ares had never once given him a gift, so instead I ended up showing him that maybe if he asked for a gift during offering, Ares might agree. Then I ended up asking dad for a gift and maybe also have him bring down extras to give to a few to the younger campers as well. How was I supposed to know that he was going to become Santa?!” he cried, hands pulling at his hair. “What am I going to do, Annabeth?”

Annabeth was stunned at his word vomit, her brain slowly catching up as she understood exactly what happened. Biting her lip, she resisted the urge to start laughing and took a deep breath to calm herself. Percy must’ve misunderstood her actions because he started apologizing profusely, but that triggered her, and Annabeth lost her control and ended up laughing.

“Oh my god,” she laughed, a hand coming to rest on her stomach as she bent over slightly, “that’s so funny. Percy, I’m not mad. Just slightly annoyed, but gods. Just look at Poseidon! You have to admit, it’s kind of worth it to see him like that.”

“That’s my dad!” he moaned. His wish to want to jump off a cliff was written all over his face, and she grinned at the reminder of the Christmas dinner from last year when Athena and Poseidon showed up at their family dinner. She felt a tiny bit bad for the poor guy who was going to be reminded of the fact that his godly parent had dressed up as Santa for the next year (at least), but it was also just so utterly ridiculous that she couldn’t help but laugh more.

“Alright, Santa spawn, let’s go deal with the mess,” Annabeth laughed, grabbing Percy’s hand and leading him down to where the presents were being given out. It took them a while to get even through the campers that were crowding around Poseidon, and Annabeth wondered why it was taking them so long because it seemed like the campers who had already gotten a present were going back for more.

It wasn’t long before Annabeth and Percy pushed through to the center of the crowd to realize that the reason the crowd had grown exponentially was because Apollo and Mr. D had also joined in the gift giving. Thankfully, they hadn’t fully dressed up as Santa but they were wearing Santa hats.

Mr. D was helping Poseidon pass out gifts as Chiron tried to control the kids from jumping all over the gods (and stop Mr. D from giving out wine) while Apollo stood a few feet away singing All I want for Christmas is you by Mariah Carey.

Suddenly the crowd had become chaotic, and it wasn’t long till a lot of the older campers had finally come out to see what was happening and join in the crowd. Apollo’s rendition of Mariah Carey brought about a round of caroling where the campers began to join in, and all Annabeth could do was stand and stare until Percy dragged her out of the stampeding group of demi-gods.

“I can’t believe one dumb wish led to this,” Percy muttered, leaning against one of the cabin walls. “We can’t even get through to them to stop them. Hell, Chiron’s stuck too.”

Annabeth snorted. “I can’t believe Mr. D went along with it. We all knew it was a matter of time until Apollo showed up.”

All I want for Christmas is you was already stuck in her head.

“I think he just lives to bother me at this point.”

“You are his favorite Peter Johnson, ”she teased, poking him in the ribs repeatedly. “I guess he wants to give you the special treatment.”

Percy glared at her and swatted her arm away. “I was talking about dad.”

“You're his favorite son,” she replied.

“Annabeth.”

“Oh come on, Perce,” Annabeth laughed. “You have to admit that this is actually really nice of them. A lot of the kids aren’t going home for Christmas this year, and it’s hilarious.” She walked closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Hey, at least my mom’s not glaring at you this year.”

“Don’t even say that,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist as well. “I feel like she’s going to magically jump out of the statue, and then it’s going to be a repeat of last year.”

“You would think that being nineteen and spending the majority of our lives in this world would make us immune to most of the stuff we’ve seen, but this is just…” Annabeth trailed off, not knowing how to explain the bizarre sight that involved a Christmas concert given by Apollo.

‘’Do they not have better things to do with their time than whatever the hell this is?”

“Clearly not.”

They stood in silence for a bit, just wrapped up in each other’s arms, as they watched the crowd slowly begin to start dispersing as Poseidon’s huge bag was running out of gifts. Chiron had also managed to drag Mr. D away, and Percy took that as a chance to walk up to his father.

Percy didn’t bother with formalities as he just spoke up, “Dad, seriously?”

Annabeth bit her lip as she tried not to laugh as she took a closer look at the Santa Claus costume.

“What? I granted your Christmas wish last year as well, despite the fact that you were joking, no?”

Percy gaped, and Annabeth lost it (again) and let out a loud laugh.

“Oh my god,” she breathed.

Percy groaned as he face-palmed.

“I hate myself. I’m never asking for anything ever again.”

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Day 1 || Day 2 || Day 3 || Day 4 || Day 5

#percabeth #percabeth fic #pjo fic #comedy #12 days of christmas #percy jackson #percy #annabeth #poseidon #apollo #poseidon is santa #12 days of pjo christmas

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lifeofroos · 3 years

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*inhales* part 10. I am going to give myself a pat on the back.

In short: Nico gets therapy from Dionysus. Todays’ subject: Hades. Rest is: Right here.

This Might Be Crazy part 10: Fanta

‘Nico?’

Huh? I stopped doing what I was doing and looked at the clock. 10 A.M. ‘Dionysus, sir?’

‘I thought you would be awake. If you are not plotting out a plan to save the world, would you mind if we did a therapy session?’

I would not particularly mind. I got up from the ground, walked to the door and opened it. ‘Yes, we can do a small session.’

Dionysus looked at me. ‘Good. Denny’s?’

‘Where else?’

Mary pushed a Fanta into my hands as soon as we entered the restaurant. ‘I am glad to see you are doing better!’

‘Eh, yes, sorry for not sending you a message after what happened last time.’

Dionysus shrugged. ‘I let her know you were feeling better.’ Aha.

‘...Thanks. To you too, Mary, for the Fanta.’

She smiled and winked again. ‘I get it, Nico. Now go talk about important things. I am expecting a small rush of pre-party people to come in soon and you two are in the way.’

We sat down and I took a deep breath.

‘Alright, are you feeling calm enough to start?’

‘Yes. I think I am ready.’

‘Good.’ He waited while I pulled the tab of my can. ‘Let’s start at the very beginning. How did you first meet your father?’ I took a sip while trying to put my thoughts in order.

‘I probably first met him… right before he transported me, my sister and my mother out of fascist Italy, to America. I… don’t really have a lot of memories of that. Just that one day, mom said that Mussolini was not our leader anymore, we were in a new house and there was a tall, scary, pale man.’ I shrugged. I wanted to dig further in my memories, to remember exactly what happened, but on the other hand I did not think that that was a good idea. I shifted the can around.

´Then… I remember a hotel lobby, it must have been near Los Angeles. It was nothing fancy. Me… my sister was playing with me on the floor, and I remember that the same creepy man was sitting next to my mother. It could be that I don’t really remember him being there, but like... that I think he probably was there.’ Dionysus nodded as if he understood. ‘Then there was a loud noise, like a bomb going off and the next thing I remember is that someone delivers us to this loud, flashy place, just… think Vegas, because it was Vegas…’ My voice died down. I fumbled with my Fanta can. ‘...And my mother was gone,’ I quietly said.

‘I think it is very likely that what you are saying are not all memories, but that you are piecing a few things together, like you said. Don’t worry about that. Now, if you can go on, go on,’ Dionysus reassured me.

‘Bianca and I were brought to the Lotus hotel and casino.’ Dionysus blinked a few times. ‘It’s, uh… from what I can remember... and from what Percy filled me in on, because he has been there too… on first glance it seems like the best hotel in all of Vegas, filled with everything a kid would love. The difference is that time goes way faster in that place than in the rest of the world. If you’d ask me, and you are, I would say that my sister and I were in there for perhaps a few weeks. Yet, when we got out, it was suddenly a new century.’

‘I... know of the Lotus hotel, let us keep it at that,’ Dionysus told me. Even though that was interesting, I sighed and went on. I had something important to say next.

I…’ I took a sip, which stopped me from talking, ‘I am sure he wanted to protect us. Hades, I mean. From Zeus, who… I believe he was the one who… made that other hotel collapse. I don't… I don't know…’ I shrugged. I held a hand in front of my eyes. The talking had gone easier than I had expected, but now the tears were starting to catch up. ‘Perhaps the relationships between the gods in the years leading up to the second world war were a factor.’

‘They absolutely were, yet…’ Dionysus shook his head. ‘Hm. I mean that while that is true, Zeus can be…’ He did not finish the sentence, but I understood. ‘Do you need a break?’ he asked, while a tear rolled down my cheek.

‘Just a moment,’ I answered, ‘I… a lot is coming out right now.’

He nodded again, while waiting for me to dry my eyes, take a few breaths and sip my Fanta. Meanwhile, a song came on the radio. ‘The sun ain´t gonna shine anymore,’ from the Walker Brothers.

‘That is one of the songs that I vividly remember playing in the Lotus hotel,’ I explained. ‘There are a few of those, like Rum and Coca cola, Don´t go breaking my heart, Girls just wanna have fun…’

‘Those are songs from different eras. Different decades.’

‘Yes well, they just came by, one by one. Only the biggest hits, as if the other songs were forgotten too fast.’ I sighed again. ‘The hotel was a blur, a fantastic blur. Yet, after those… what felt like weeks, we were picked up by someone who turned out to be Alecto. Me and my sister were brought to a military school.’ At this point I could not help but roll my eyes. ‘We quickly learned that we were in a strange new place, without Yugoslavia and stuff.’ Dionysus smiled when I mentioned Yugoslavia. Alright, it was a pretty strange way of saying that the world had changed. ‘After a few months, Percy, Thalia and the others found us and brought us to camp.’ I took a sip. My eyes narrowed.

‘Then… You know, even though I was introduced to the world of demigods, I only really met my dad a year and a half later...’

‘I was like nineteen when I first really met Zeus.’ I looked up at Dionysus.

‘You did?’

‘Yes, after I wreaked enough havoc, Zeus finally decided that it was probably time to grand me the time of day…’ he took a deep breath. ‘But this is not about that.’

‘Is it not? It is at least good to know that other godly parents can be just as… well…’

‘Negligent.’ That got me quiet. I had not expected him to say that. ‘You are surprised.’

‘I mean, I did not expect…’ I shuddered with my shoulders.

‘I have been at your camp for almost seventeen years at this point, I have been a demigod and you don't think that I know how cold the gods can be?’ I could not really think of a reaction.

Dionysus seemed to come to his senses after that. ‘So… I think you should go on. You were really on a roll.’

‘Alright. So, the time I really met him.’ I began to feel nervous again. ‘I… I went into the underworld after I talked to Percy. You know that, because you talked to Percy afterwards, I saw it.’ Dionysus did not look apologetic at all for eavesdropping on us. Godly awareness only went so far, I guess. ‘When I came into the underworld… well, my father… he immediately called me over to the palace. He did not want…’ I looked at the table and took a deep breath.

‘Take it easy.’

‘Either he did not want me to roam around the underworld on my own, or he really did care for me, or something else. The why is besides the point.’

‘We´ll get to the why soon, after you’ve finished talking.’ Joy!

‘Luckily that was during the summer. That meant I had some time to get to know my dad, and he could get to know me, before…’ I sighed, ‘Before Persephone got a say in the matter.’

‘Hm.’

‘So… I quite soon learned… he probably… prefered my sister over me.’

‘Why do you think that?’

‘He told me.’

‘Aha.’

‘Yes. He… maybe he did not mean it. Maybe he was just devastated because she was…’ My throat began to hurt. Tears were burning in the corners of my eyes. ‘Because she was dead. And he had...’ My eyebrows raised while I came to a conclusion. ‘... he had saved us up, I guess, so that we could be a part of a prophecy. So that we, or at least he, would be important for once. And I think he saw that plan go up in smoke. I… I don’t know if I should be happy that he wanted to give us a part in a prophecy.’ I really did not know. If I had not been part of the prophecy, I would have never had Will, or I would have still been in the Lotus casino. But being part of the prophecy was not something I liked, much less three times. Plus, it seemed like Hades mostly wanted to do it for his own good. ‘I… maybe Hades does have good meanings, but he can’t really express it.’

Dionysus put a hand on the table. ‘He might have trouble expressing how he feels, but that does not excuse him from hurting you the way he did, or from the fact that he wanted to use you for his own goal. He should have known better.’

‘Do the gods ever know better?’ It was out before I knew it. Dionysus raised his eyebrows. I decided to let him pick up the conversation again.

‘I cannot answer that. Not now.’ He looked at the table

‘Should we stop?’ I asked. ‘If it gets difficult, we can stop.’

‘Watch your words, Nico.’ I grinned. ‘I’ll say what I am thinking first, and then we can stop. I think you already came up with the solution to why your father wanted you in the palace. I, indeed, think that he wanted a child of Hades to be the hero of a prophecy. He probably reasoned that if a child of Hades saved the day, he would be more welcome in his family, but so would his kids.’

‘You are saying that it was good for him and for me and my siblings?’

‘I am saying that I think he thought that was the case.’

‘Then he was right. I helped with the titan war, and now I’ve got my own cabin.’

‘Perhaps Hades was right. But let me say it again: nothing excuses the way abused you.’

I thought for a moment. ‘No, it doesn’t.’ I downed the last sip of Fanta. ‘I think we can stop now. Because it got so difficult for you.’

‘Watch your words. We’ll go on about Hades next time, unless something important comes up in your life and you would prefer to talk about that.’

‘Yes, alright.’ Probably not. I wanted clarity and I felt like we had been stalling long enough. Time to get it over with - after I got a few good nights rest.

A/N: I don’t know if the ‘tab of the can’ is a thing. It is what google translate told me the ‘Lipje van het blikje’ was (For those who do not know: I am a native Dutch speaker).

Yes, I said a new centruy, because I honest to god don't understand the PJO timeline.

More about Hades next time and more with Hades in the chapter after that.

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clarasfm · 4 years

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–––––– hey CLARA SLOANE , welcome to dillon university . has anyone ever told you you’re ADDISON RAE ’s twin ? no ? well okay , i heard you are NINETEEN & a SOPHOMORE at the university . we hope ATHLETIC TRAINING isn’t kicking your ass too much , especially since you’re the FOOTBALL TEAM’S DEFENSIVE COORDINATOR’S DAUGHTER / STUDENT ATHLETIC TRAINER . see you at the next game, SLOANE & cis female + she/her .

CLICK HERE FOR A CUTE TRIP TO CLARA’S PINTEREST !!

HELLO , FRIENDS ! i’m b and this is my idiot child clara . a handful & the epitome of chaotic good , if you will . under the cut you’ll find a little more about who she is !! i’m super excited to get started , so if you wanna plot feel free to come find me at local sad girl#9956 or like and i’ll come to you to figure out if IMs or discord works better!! –––––––

background.

clara leigh sloane was born in small town, louisiana to a family that lived and breathed sports. her grandpa coached college football in the sec for years, ending his career with a national championship team that included his son, clara’s father. that was the same year clara’s older brother was born, the spitting image of her father and the sloane family’s pride & joy. it was then that, choosing coaching over a professional career for the sake of his son. five years later, clara came along.

her parents were college sweethearts, and they really thought they wanted the same things. one kid couldn’t save their marriage... two kids didn’t do the trick either, and when clara was five, her mother packed her things and left, never to be heard from again.

they were a happy little trio, though! traveling every now and then for the sake of dad’s job as a high school football coach. he had quite a few national championship titles under his belt at the high school level, all of which clara watched from the sidelines.

she grew up very interested in everything her dad and brother were doing. curious in general, honestly, but this began her love of sports. specifically: football and hockey. football, from her father. hockey, from her brother.

she and her brother were just far enough apart in age to never have to cross each others paths too much, but everyone who knew cameron–– clara’s brother–– knew her as little sloane. she never minded it, just as she never minded drowning in one of his old hockey jerseys from the sidelines and learning to skate with him also on the ice. he was .. her favorite person, honestly. and he didn’t mind his kid sister being around either.

life was relatively smooth sailing. never rich, but never going hungry. never short on love in the sloane household, and never boring with two kids that had crazy colorful personalities. like these two were just.. . . goofballs and they played off of each other’s energy like it was nothing. comedians of family thanksgiving. choreographed living room routine. idiots, rly

when she was about 13, her dad got into coaching at the college level, taking a small school to a national championship before being hired by the university of michigan to turn their football program around.

he was given two years, and he couldn’t manage it, despite coming close. around the same time cameron got a full ride to dillon for hockey, their father got hired as the defensive coordinator at dillon. thus, the whole family picked up and moved to texas.

when she was a senior in high school, and cameron was a junior in college, cam was involved in a car accident that left him brain dead. after days in the hospital and exhausting resources, clara and her father said their goodbyes and he was gone. u know that scene in if i stay?? where the grandpa is like it’s okay.. you can leave go if you have to?? p much . .. that. clara held his hand until she was dragged away

there’s a bit of a grey cloud that hangs over the sloane family since. his room hasn’t been touched. his car sits under a tarp in a shed behind the house. their father doesn’t talk about it, never did, so clara just kinda navigated that grief alone. she’s... fINE REALLY SHE’S perfectly fine

but incapable of leaving dillon, it seems, as she chose to go there to stay close to her dad and to be close to cameron

she’s always loved the sidelines and has a very stem-wired brain, so she’s going for athletic training to be an athletic trainer... of course akjdhfa in hopes of working for the nfl or the nhl... or maybe med school to be an actual team-hired doctor

personality.

like i said!! the epitome of chaotic good. she’s got big sunshine energy and big idiot energy. to give you some references from pop culture: sheryl yoast from remember the titans, harper from set it up, fucking ace from nancy drew, annabeth chase from percy jackson and fuckin honestly?? sophie turner just in general

very much ‘do no harm but take no shit’

a lot of her friendships are very surface level because she’s got this way about her that’s very optimistic, very fun, very sunshine and that’s kind of what people expect of her, so she doesn’t really let anyone see anything different than that. very few people get close to her, but those people?? she’d do anything for ... .. . lowkey she soft

stubborn! and! competitive! put them together and you have someone who hates not being immediately perfect at something. she gets frustrated with herself very very easily

very opinionated and does not hesitate to stand up for herself or others. this can kinda come off as a bit know it all sometimes, or like she’s incredibly sure of herself. she’s not. in fact, she’s.... not her own biggest fan. her older brother was golden, and losing him made her an only child in some sorts. that pressure to be perfect was now on her, and her strained relationship with her father certainly didn’t help that. nowadays he seems to be more interested in his work and getting to a head coaching spot at another university than anything else.

humor as a defense mechanism! sarcasm to deflect! this girl does it all!

mild adhd & clear generalized anxiety disorder which does not help with the way she gets frustrated with herself becaaauuusssee...

she is intuitive as hell! she’s good at people! and problem solving! but being book smart comes a bit harder. she doesn’t struggle with school, but it isn’t a cake walk either. she’s needed help before, and she’ll probably need it again

kinda like a golden retriever in human form

a bit of an old soul meaning she’s really on her late 80s, early 90s shit

hopelessly optimistic about seeing the best in people, also kind of hopelessly romantic thanks to 80s films

literally never knows what’s going on but is hopeful she’ll figure it out eventually!

night owl af

there’s a scene in nancy drew where ace fully drinks a bottle of what could be water! but could also be poison! just to prove a point in the quickest way possible. that... sums clara up pretty well. stupid but for the greater good usually!!!

has never backed down from a dare

has a dog named maverick yes bc of top gun that she loves more than herself

wrinkles her nose when she hears something she doesn’t like bc the bitch wears her emotions on her face and cannot lie foR SHIT

was a competitive gymnast for A WHILE . . . but tore her acl and was like nOPE no not for me i’m good no thank you! but still works out like a freak bc she likes feeling strong :\

very invested in the games even though she’s supposed to be keeping a professional air about her. also a student athletic trainer for the hockey team when that season is under way

would rather die than listen to any country music that came out after 2003 or toby keith like she may be a southern gal but TASTE SHE HAS TASTE

y’all know lena from scooby doo zombie island??? a lil more subtle and you’ve got clara’s southern louisiana accent woof

stress bakes but not... well

big fan of busted sneakers

soft girl but don’t tell anyone.... no one can know

OKAY THAT’S IT THAT’S ALL

#friday:intro #luv me luv me say that u luv me #but like sing that in the justin bieber circa MY WORLD era voice pls

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pjoheadcannonsandaus · 7 years

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At the age of nineteen, Percy was at camp for the summer. He was supervising campers who were kayaking in sound.

He noticed a boat, with one of the newer campers who was twelve, flipped over. He waited for the campers to pop their heads out of the water. He saw one of the campers pop their head out of the water fifteen seconds later. The new camper was no where to be found.

Percy ran into the water and dove in once he was deep enough. He looked around where the kayak tipped over and didn’t see anyone but naiads that were looking at him. He asked them if they saw a twelve year old girl and they said she was headed to shore.

Percy summoned the current to shoot him towards the shore.

When he got there, he saw the girl, dry, and dragging the kayak back in with help from the camper that was in the boat with her.

He went back to shore and went over to the new camper. Her back was to him and he gently touched her shoulder to get her attention. When she jumped, the ground rumbled under him.

Her green eyes looked up at him and Percy knew instantly who her parent was, his own father.

“I’m sorry! I swear I don’t know what that was.” She told him, her green eyes filled with tears.

“No! You’re not in trouble.” Percy promised. “I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Percy.”

“I’m Lily.” She replied.

Percy smiled at her. “I want to show you something.”

She nodded and followed Percy to Cabin Three. She was amazed by the interior of the cabin and loved that it reminded her of the beach.

As she walked around the cabin, Percy saw a green trident form above her head. He didn’t know how to feel. He was really glad that he had another sister but also, his dad broke his promise about not having anymore kids.

“I also wanted to introduce you to your new home.” Percy said, still looking at the trident above her head.

Lily turned and looked at him. “New home?” She looked up as Percy’s eyes were looking above her head and saw the trident.

“Your godly parent is Poseidon. He’s my father too.” Percy told her. “I’ll help you move your stuff in here.”

Lily nodded and looked at the fountain. She put her finger in and water flew out hard enough to make a hole in the ceiling.

Percy stepped back and moved her away from the falling debris. Lily closed her eyes and was shaking.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted the water get a little bit higher. I’m really sorry. Please don’t kick me out!” She begged.

“I’m not going to kick you out. It was an accident and you haven’t learned how to control your powers yet. When I was your age, I made toilets explode.”

Lily wiped away some tears and looked at him. “Did you cause an earthquake before? Or accidentally got the entire gym wet from a pool?”

Percy blinked and stared at his sister. He never did any of that, even if he was angry or scared. “Were you angry or scared when those happened?”

“Yes.” She replied. “But the fountain was an accident, I swear! I was calm and I just wanted to see the water get higher cause it was super clear and-”

“Lily, it’s okay.” He assured her. “What else have you done?”

She started to tell him when her first foster family went to the beach, the tide would get higher with every laugh until a wave dragged her into the ocean but she was completely fine. Then with her second foster family, she was angry with her foster dad that she caused an earthquake that caused the entire house to fall down but she was the only one unharmed. With her fifth family, she tried to turn up the water pressure in the shower and the head of the shower came off along with the faucet for the tub. Now she was with her sixth foster family and she was trying really hard not to mess it up.

Percy stared at her in shock. She was more powerful that he was. He has never caused an earthquake before. Nor has he done anything that she has.

“I’m an awful person.” She looked down.

“You’re not awful, just powerful. I’ll teach you how to control everything.” Percy told her.

Lily nodded and looked at her shoes like they were the most interesting thing in the world.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. “And your big brother is me. I know everything about this camp, so you got a great mentor besides my girlfriend. Well, she’ll mentor you too.”

Lily looked at him. “Thank you.”

#ask #Percy Jackson #Percy Jackson's sister #Percy Jackson au #Percy Jackson fanfiction #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #PJO #HOO

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nadbooks · 7 years

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My Favorite Books of 2016

So I know this is really late but I only just decided to start a book blog and what better way to start than with this kind of post. So here we go! Here are the top ten books I read in 2016, rank-ordered, all of which I gave 5 stars to.

10. Beside Myself by Ann Morgan

This book is about a pair of twins who like to pretend to be each other until one day, one of the twins refuses to switch back. It’s basically a look at how people’s perceptions of you can really influence your entire life trajectory. It’s the most insane case of a self-fulfilling prophecy I ever read about and as a psychology student, I’m a complete sucker for it. The story does get a bit dramatic and it seems that anything bad that can happen to our main character will happen. Still, it is a really interesting look at how the way we judge people can really influence who they become and also highlights some of the worst parenting I’ve ever read about. Kind of an eye-opening book which is why it made it onto my list!

9. Genesis by Bernard Beckett

This book... man, I don’t even know how to describe this book. It’s some sort of dystopian I guess but it’s a relatively short book that takes place over the course of a few hours. The story follows our main character as she takes a history exam about her society so we get to learn about the history of this society and how it came to be from her answers on the exam. It’s a really interesting way of introducing the world that was informative and felt genuine and didn’t feel like info-dumping. Other than the way the story is told, this book also discusses really interesting philosophical questions like how different is artificial intelligence really from humans and what gives humans our humanity? Overall, a really mind-blowing read which I did not expect at all, and one that will make you think.

8. Nineteen Eighty Four by George Orwell

You will soon realise that I am a huge fan of dystopian books and I will likely feature many of them on my blog. This is one of the most classic dystopians out there so I thought I should give it a read if I wanted to proclaim myself a dystopian fan. It’s easy to see how this book became such a staple for the dystopian genre. It is creepy and unsettling in a quiet way, as all dystopians should be. I thought the idea of language as the thing that allows us to have independent thoughts was fascinating and the idea to severely limit the vocabulary of the society so that people cannot even think rebellious thoughts was the creepiest thing I had ever read about. That is essentially mind control in the subtlest yet most powerful way. There were so many quotable passages in this book and I can’t wait to get my hands on a copy so that I can highlight them all! I also liked how the ending was different from many other dystopians in that it is a pretty bleak one and essentially nothing has changed. Much more realistic in my opinion, albeit a tad depressing. That’s just the way I like my books though!

7. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

This book is extremely well-loved in the book community and perhaps it is surprising that it is only number 7. Unfortunately, this is entirely my own fault as I saw the movie before I read the book (I know, burn me at the stake) so I knew what was going to happen in the end. Still, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and I still felt all the emotions that I was supposed to throughout the entire story (though maybe a little less strongly). I thought having Death as the narrator was genius and made the writing so interesting. It was dark but also funny. The plot of the story itself was a little lacking perhaps so what I really enjoyed about this book was the writing. I really do wish I had read this before I saw the movie because I think it would have packed a much bigger punch but oh well... Still a wonderful story and an instant favorite.

6. Faking Normal by Courtney C. Stevens

I was pleasantly surprised by how much I loved this book. This is a story about a girl who was raped and is trying to deal with that. I thought this book showcased a way of dealing with rape that is different from what I usually see in other stories. Our main character in this story is actually quite high-functioning and is able to go about her life like usual. It is only when she is alone at night that the nightmares come. I thought this was an interesting portrayal of that. I also loved the romance and friendship in this story. It is not a ‘love fixes mental issues’ kind of story but more like ‘love gives you the strength to face your issues’, which I thought was beautiful. The love interest was so kind and respectful and I just want every love interest to be like him. I am so done with the bad boy trope, give me more nice guys! Contrary to popular belief, they don’t finish last, at least not in my books. The mystery element and sibling relationship in this book were also really great.

5. All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

This has got to be my absolute favorite historical fiction so far. The story follows a blind Parisian girl and a German boy sent to Hitler Youth and it is a slow build-up to when their paths eventually cross. I don’t usually care about beautiful or poetic writing but Anthony Doerr, man, you sucked me right in. The writing was truly, truly beautiful and was absolutely perfect for a story like this. I fell in love with all the characters and although this book was a chunker, I never wanted it to end. I wanted to keep following these characters forever. Unlike other historical fictions, I thought this one also had a pretty solid plot that had an element of mystery in it, which I loved. This book is just so beautiful (inside and out) and I can’t recommend it enough.

4. The House of Hades by Rick Riordan

This is the fourth book in The Heroes of Olympus series. Last year, I read the whole Percy Jackson and the Olympians series and The Heroes of Olympus series and it was incredible. The world of Percy Jackson is so cool! I was always fascinated by Greek mythology as a kid and I only wish I had discovered Percy Jackson sooner! It is just as enjoyable to read these books even now when I’m 23 though! The Heroes of Olympus is definitely my favorite of the two series because I just love all of the characters and their character development was just incredible. You know Rick Riordan is an incredible author when he is able to fully flesh out 10 characters in the space of 5 books. The House of Hades is my favorite one because this was like the peak of all the character development (especially precious Nico!!) and it was also incredibly exciting because we were building up to the finale. Also, Percy and Annabeth are #relationshipgoals. I can’t wait to dive back into the Percy Jackson world with the Magnus Chase and Trials of Apollo series!

3. Champion by Marie Lu

Ahhh here we go again with the dystopians. Champion is the third book in the Legend trilogy. I was pleasantly surprised by this trilogy. I thought it would be just another dystopian, following the same kind of formula all dystopians seem to follow these days. And yes, it kind of did, but it did it well. I thought the Legend trilogy was a bit more political than most other dystopians which I actually enjoyed. I like seeing how people actually carry out decisions in these societies and the kinds of biases that pervade the people. I also think this series is different in that the characters actually work together with the government (or at least a member of the government) to bring about a better society, rather than to just rebel and cause social upheaval and violence. June and Day are also OTP and while many people hated the ending of Champion, I actually really loved it, especially the epilogue. It really struck me and left me thinking about them long after I closed the book, which I can’t say for many other couples in books.

2. Unwind by Neal Shusterman

Whoo boy, how do I even begin to explain my love for this book and this series in general. The Unwind dystology consists of four books and is a dystopian series (surprise, surprise) set in a world where parents are allowed to harvest their children’s organs if they want to. Sound creepy yet? This world is so incredibly fleshed out (no pun intended) and I think that is largely due to the multiple POVs. We get so many interesting POVs throughout the series that really let us see this world and society from every possible angle. It is also the dystopian that seems closest to our real world which is incredibly scary. The process of unwinding really got me shook. Aside from the world and the multiple POV writing, our main characters are also so interesting and brave and just human. I love love love Connor, Risa and Lev and I think they are some of the most interesting but relatable heroes ever. Gaaaaahhhh I can’t say enough good things about this book and it pains me that it is not more well-known or well-loved. It has quickly become my favorite dystopian series, even surpassing The Hunger Games! If that doesn’t tell you to go read this series, I don’t know what will.

1. A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness

I really struggled between Unwind and A Monster Calls for the number one spot but I decided to give it to A Monster Calls. This book packs such an emotional punch for one that I read in two hours. It is a story about a boy dealing with grief and I think it is such an important read for everyone. Another beautiful story with simplistic but beautiful writing. The story is just so incredible and I am amazed at how it is able to capture so many themes and ideas about grief in such a short and simple story. A must read for anyone who is dealing with grief and highly recommended for everyone in general. The movie was also incredible and really brought out all the raw emotions I felt while reading this book. Please, do yourself a favor and read this if you haven’t. You’ll get a whole new understanding of grief and life and eventually being okay again.

So those are my top ten books of 2016! I’m excited to start book blogging although I’m not sure how often I can do it. I planned to start in 2018 but I thought I would give it a go first with some posts. I will soon post my Least Favorite Reads of 2016 and also Booktube’s Favorite Reads of 2016 where I list out the definitive top ten list of books based on 30 booktubers’ Favorites of 2016 videos.

Cheers and happy reading!

#best books of 2016 #beside myself #genesis by bernard beckett #nineteen eighty-four #the book thief #faking normal #all the light we cannot see #the house of hades #champion #unwind #a monster calls #george orwell #rick riordan #marie lu #neal shusterman #anthony doerr #patrick ness #markus zusak

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