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So these are the illustrations for my new fic
Title: Feast of Floralia Characters: Thalia Grace/Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano (plus all the other nerds) Rated: G Summary: Reyna's determined to enjoy her last Feast of Floralia dance at Minerva Academy, even if her date might not make it.
Demigods at Prom, people. This is not a drill!
Read it on AO3
Ooooor perhaps you’re more into… My personal favorite Theyna? ;)
Remind me how to fic
me: okay! time to get motivated to write some high quality fic for my otp's ship week!
muse: new phone who dis
Hey guys! I was just wondering if someone would be interested in writing some theyna? Idc which AU etc etc just some theyna would be hella :)
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She closed her eyes.
There were rules about this kind of thing, right? Older sisters weren’t meant to feel…things for their little brothers’ lab partners. Especially not for the student body president, department head of the Foreign Language clubs, and captain of the lacrosse team. Especially not Reyna.
No. Not just “Reyna”. Because that hosted a small area for possible misconception to just who this girl was. When in reality, there was no wiggle room about it. Thalia was perfectly sure which girl would take no leave from her persistent, obnoxious knocking at the walls of her head. Her insistence to take over every empty moment of absent thought. One girl in particular had her attention above anything.
Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano.
And what a girl she was.
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the Theyna soccer au no one asked for but everyone realized they needed. Inspired by the USWNT and their World Cup win (x)
It’s Like Catching Lightning
a storm is delaying our flight home and i’m afraid of thunder, please talk to me while we wait theyna au
hey, i’m super bored so i wrote some terrible theyna fluff, enjoy bc there’s probably more to come \ insp.
“Attention passengers for the San Francisco-New York flight, there has been a slight delay due to weather until further notice, we thank you for your patience.”
“Shit.” Right on cue, thunder rolled outside of the San Francisco airport. “Oh, fuck.” Thalia tried to distract herself from the lightning with something, anything.
Reyna heard someone mumble in front of her and put down her TIME magazine to glance at a pale, short-haired, freckled girl with wide eyes and a bead of sweat trickling down her neck. “Are you okay?”
Thalia jumped at the question. “What?” She blinked when she turned her head to follow the source. A dark, strong girl sat across her, her legs crossed and brow furrowed. She had thick hair pulled back into a lazy ponytail, who knew ponytails could look that attractive? Her eyebrows went up awaiting an answer. “Oh, um, yes, I’m fine. It’s just, you know, I have to be home by tomorrow at noon.”
“Is that what’s making you jumpy and sweaty?” The girl shifted her eyebrows in a way that made Thalia get goosebumps.
She gulped as another strike of thunder pounded on the rain outside. “No.”
“Are you… scared of thunder?” A grin pulled at the edge of Reyna’s mouth, and Thalia struggled to suppress the heat piling up in her neck and ears.
“What? No.” Crack. Thalia winced.
“Are you sure?” Her eyes looked worried this time, they were so dark, Thalia wondered if they could actually classify as brown.
“Lightning just makes me a little nervous, is all.” There was an awkward silence and the girl stood up, walked towards her and made her place on the seat next to Thalia.
“I’m Reyna.” Shit, you’re prettier up close. She stretched her hand and Thalia took it, her hands were soft but strong.
“Thalia.” She smiled her least scared looking smile and let go. “And I am terrified of thunder.”
Reyna chuckled and Thalia reddened. “It’s not that bad,” crack. “Just concentrate on my voice.” Thalia found it ironic that there wasn’t else much she could concentrate on when her eyes were looking into hers with more intensity than she could take.
“Do you always look like you’re ready to kill if it’s needed?” Reyna straightened.
“I do, actually.”
“Cool.”
Reyna smiled. “What are you going to New York for?”
“I’m a part-time counselor at a summer camp, and initiation starts tomorrow.” Thalia shifted a little bit closer and Reyna’s heart skipped a beat.
“Is that fun?”
“Twelve-year-olds rolling around in the mud and screaming? It has its perks.” She grinned.
CrAAck.
“Shit.” Thalia looked out the window and before she knew it, Reyna’s hands were on her face turning her back.
“Don’t listen to it.” Her heart was beating harder than she cared to admit, and Reyna pulled her hands away from the stranger’s face. “I’m sorry, that was… so inappropriate.”
“No, no, it’s okay. You’re just trying to help.” Reyna looked down at her lap and tried to not look as red as she was feeling. “What’s your business in the Big Apple?”
Reyna began talking and without Thalia’s noticing it, hours passed and the storm did too, and the loudspeakers spoke again to announce that their flight was in order. She followed Reyna into the plane and once inside had to walk away from her to find her seat, but for the next five hours, her eyes couldn’t help but have the occasional (or continuous) glance at that skipping ponytail when Reyna had her headphones in.
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I know it’s very early, but we wanted to be organised so here are the pjofemslashweeks dates for this summer.
22nd June - 28th June Reynabeth (Reyna x Annabeth)
29th June - 5th AugustPipabeth (Piper x Annabeth)
6th July - 12th July Pipazel (Piper x Hazel)
13th July - 19th July Pipeyna (Piper x Reyna)
20th July - 26th July Pipalypso (Piper x Calypso)
27th July - 2nd August Thalianca (Thalia x Bianca)
3rd August - 9th August Theyna (Thalia x Reyna)
10th August - 16th August Ruegard (Clarisse x Silena)
17th August - 23rd August Zartemis (Zoe x Artemis)
24th August - 30th August Thaloe (Thalia x Zoe)
31st August - 6th September Free Space (any pjo femslash ship you want)
when u meet someone who also ships ur rare pair otp
Ship Hate
I just don’t get it.
I mean, what is so wrong in your life that you have to crap on other people’s opinions. Opinions about fictional characters!!
You want to have a dialogue? Talk about your headcanons or how you interpret the text? I’m up for that. Anytime.
But that’s not what ship hate is about. You’re just gonna be rude and walk away...
You are free to feel how you want about Thalia, Reyna or anyone else. Just keep it out of the ship tag please.
Imagine your favorite character trying to look cool by leaning back in a chair and falling to the ground.
#Thalia#in a senate meeting#trying to look cool after saying something shay-something
I can just picture it: the smug look of satisfaction with herself turning to panic as the chair gives way. The “what? I meant to do that.” expression as she stands back up and straightens the chair.
Reyna has to stop herself from literally facepalming. She holds it together, but just barely.
Frank blushes. (he has really bad secondary embarrassment). Hazel has to excuse herself to keep from laughing out loud.
When they tell Leo about it later, he falls out of his own chair laughing. The look on Thalia’s face shuts him up pretty quickly though... he’s seen her with a sword.
are there any theyna blogs
Not a theyna blog specifically, but I’m doing my best to collect everything theyna in my ‘ship: give up forever’ tag.
I’m a lot behind so most of what I have is pre-blood of olympus, but I hope it’s helpful.
Shipping Theyna is hard, because Aphrodite said Reyna's heart wouldn't be healed by a demigod or something like that and it just brings me pain knowing it would never end well.
Sorry this took so long, anon!
Okay so let’s start with what Aphrodite actually said:
“You will not find love where you wish or where you hope. No demigod shall heal your heart”
The first part is pretty easy given what Reyna was feeling at the time when she meet Aphrodite. Reyna had a crush on Jason and Aphrodite had Jason all reserved for Piper. So Reyna wasn’t going to find love there.
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The second part is less clear and more problematic for all the Theyna shippers out there. There are, of course, plenty of ways to interpret this phrase, starting with the most obvious:
Reyna will fall in love with someone who is not a demigod. This could be a mortal (like Rachel Dare, perhaps?) or an immortal (Calypso?) or maybe an immortal huntress?!?!
Reyna will fall in love with someone who is not a demigod. But perhaps a demi-goddess? Like Aphrodite was cueing us in that Reyna likes the ladies?
Reyna’s heart will not be healed by a demigod because Reyna will heal her own damn heart, thank you very much!
I tend to prefer the third scenario. Uncle Rick tends to focus WAY too much on tying these poor kids down to their perfect soulmates by the time they’re 16.
Just like Nico and Leo, Reyna needs a freaking therapist, not a love interest.
I see Reyna’s heart being healed over time, starting with the interactions she had with Athena/Minerva at CHB. I see a lot of people contributing to that process, including Piper in the later chapters of BOO, her new bestie Nico, possibly Rachel (who will be at CJ for a while...), and ultimately Thalia. But Reyna has to be the one to heal. No one else can do that for her.
But back to your question and the point you make about “knowing Theyna won’t end well.”
The fact is: You are right.
Given the situation at the end of Blood of Olympus, Theyna would not have a happy ending. Because even if they love each other, and are each other’s soulmates and all that, Thalia’s immortal and Reyna is not. Pairings like that don’t get happy endings.
So if you’re Aphrodite and you want Reyna to find her soulmate or whatever, you’re not going to pick Thalia.
HOWEVER, if something completely unforeseen happens -- something that neither Aphrodite nor Artemis nor even Thalia herself could have envisioned at the end of BOO -- and Thalia leaves the hunters???
Well, now you have a whole different ball game.
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So there’s my answer, convoluted as it is. I ship Theyna with the idea that Thalia ultimately leaves the hunters. Without that, it would be a pretty heartbreaking ship.
Does it completely fit with canon?
Not really, but I’ve never been one to let canon get in the way of a good ship :)
I hope this helps. You can always come to my ask box to talk about Theyna!
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I do? Maybe?
This is old but still good
Hello~ I dunno if you ship it, but maybe you could do the kissing prompt with Thalia/Reyna? The back kiss please! If you have enough time or inspiration that is~ your writing is really wonderful!
“Gods.” Thalia’s hands, which had been tentatively prodding at Reyna’s shoulder blades, stilled. “Your muscles are like rocks. And that’s not a compliment this time. Do you even loosen up?”
Reyna shifted. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable with the situation - this was hardly the first time she’d had Thalia’s hands on her back, amongst other places. But the context - the idea that she might need help, physically?
Admitting that wasn’t easy. In fact, she really would have preferred to deny it, but her girlfriend had an uncanny ability to ferret out the truth.
“Being praetor is a lot of responsibility,” she started.
“Yeah, so is leading the Hunters. You don’t see me knotted up like a pretzel.” She dug her thumbs into Reyna’s back, causing the other girl to bite back an oath.
“The Hunters and - Romans are two different beasts,” Reyna pointed out from between clenched teeth.
Thalia chuckled, the sound rough and somehow still appealing. A soft kiss was pressed to the bare skin of her upper back, a counterpoint to the fiery pain working through her shoulder blade under Thalia’s ministrations. “Lucky for me, I guess.”
Happy (late) Birthday, Renee!
Frazeleo fluff
It’s Frank’s birthday!!
So here’s a little frazeleo fluff based on this prompt.
Frank was slowly losing his mind. And there was nothing he could do about it.
Or rather, there was nothing he was willing to do about it.
Sure, he could say something to Hazel. She clearly had no clue what sort of mental anguish she was causing at the moment.
Hazel had arrived home several hours before in a flurry of anxiety and irritation. She’d gotten pulled into helping train some probatios in how to properly clean the stables and now she was way behind in studying for her Art History midterm.
“All I need is for everyone to just leave me alone for a few hours so I can pass this test tomorrow,” she’d announced as she flopped down in her desk chair at the end of her rant.
Frank and Leo had murmured soothingly to her and quietly gone back to their projects: Leo to the kitchen to finish dinner and Frank to his never-ending pile of Praetor paperwork.
It wasn’t until Hazel was fully absorbed in her work that Frank realized the problem.
The ancient, overstuffed roller chair Hazel was sitting had been in the Praetor’s quarters since before Reyna and Jason were elected. It had been well-used, subjected to hundreds of impromptu senate meetings and countless all-nighters. Not to mention that it was perfect for hallway chair racing.
As a result of this abuse, the chair emitted a tiny high-pitched squeal with the occupant swiveled the chair on its base. For Hazel, as for most demigods, sitting still involved a certain amount of fidgeting. So, as she studied, she pivoted.
Back… squeak. And forth... squeak.
Back… squeak.
...
And forth… squeak.
Frank almost said something. But she’d asked them not to bother her. So he resolved to ignore the noise.
squeak…
squeak…
squeeeeeee
This was ridiculous. He was letting himself get all worked up over nothing.
Frank glanced over to see if Leo was distracted by the noise. But he didn’t seem to be. His curly head was bent over the counter, cheerfully puttering away at whatever he was working on.
See, he thought. If it doesn’t bother Leo, then it shouldn’t bother…
squeak…
Frank dropped the heavy reference volume he’d been consulting and it landed on the table with a loud thud. Hazel shot him an annoyed glance, then went straight back to her books.
Exasperated, Frank searched through his papers for the minutes from the last Senate meeting. There was no hope that he could keep trying to analyze the recruitment figures he’d been working on, but he could at least read
squeak….
and approve
squeak…
the latest
squeak…
WHY was this irritating him so much? Calm under pressure had always been one of his greatest strengths. It was only a chair. He could do this. Mind over matter.
But nothing was working.
He was about to just give up and take a walk, when a small piece of paper fluttered over his shoulder and landed in his lap.
On the paper, in Leo’s messy scrawl, was written:
Get her to sit still for 60 seconds.
Frank glanced over at his boyfriend, now standing behind him. He no idea how to get Hazel to sit still when she clearly didn’t even realize she was moving, and tried to communicate that to Leo with gestures.
Leo moved his hands, indicating something like giving her a massage.
Frank was skeptical, but he didn’t have any better ideas.
He approached Hazel cautiously and gently set his hands on her shoulders. She looked up, surprised. As he began to rub, she sighed contentedly and returned to her studying.
Leo took advantage of the distraction and moved in. Like a cat, he crawled up to the chair and removed a small can from his tool belt. It took him no time at all to spread some sort of liquid along the pole supporting the seat. Then he slithered back towards the kitchen without Hazel noticing a thing.
Frank smoothed his hands along Hazel’s neck, wrapping up the brief massage with a kiss on her cheek.
“Thank you, love. That was so sweet.” Hazel murmured, not looking up from her notes. “I’ll be done here in just a little bit.”
“Take your time,” he replied, knowing that she was already back in the zone and likely wouldn’t hear him.
Frank returned to the table and his papers. He waited and watched to see if Hazel would start moving again. She did, but this time there was no squeak.
It was done! No more squeak! He wanted to jump up and down and shout for joy!
He looked up and saw Leo smiling at him from the kitchen.
“Thank you.” Frank mouthed, hoping Leo would understand.
Leo raised his eyebrows knowingly, then returned to his work.
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After dinner, Hazel apologized for being so crabby earlier. The boys seemed happy enough to forgive her and gave her many reassurances that she would do well on her test.
Hazel noticed that Frank was extra cuddly with Leo that evening. She wasn’t sure why, but she was always glad to see her boys being affectionate with one another. There were always plenty of cuddles to go around in their house.
