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the cure % luke castellan
pairing: luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite!reader synopsis: no matter how hard you try, you could never be the cure for a head full of poison and a heart full of doubt genre: angst </3 word count: 3.1k words warnings: canon-divergent!!! slightly mean luke. a/n: can you guess what song i have been listening on repeat?
who is this husband luke you speak of 🙈🙈
01:43 AM with husband!luke castellan
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Last Kiss
(Luke x Reader, in which, following after Luke’s betrayal, the continue remembering the times they shared together) angst *based off of last kiss-Taylor swift* I still remember the look on your face
Luke was gone. He made the choice to leave you and not look back. So why did you dream of him?
While you slept you dreamed of the face you adored, the scar that he hated, his face when he was joking around, the calmness and comfort he felt with you. You still remembered the look on his face when he slept by you, he was content and you really thought he would stay, he could’ve stayed for you, you wish he did.
Lit through the darkness at 1:58
The dream continued, you looked through the darkness at 1:58 in the morning and when you looked back, Luke was half asleep now. Slightly awake due to you shifting around to look at the time. The illuminated numbers shining in the dark room
The words that you whispered for just us to know
“Y/n, would you join me if I told you I could make a new world for us?” He whispered randomly, rubbing his eyes though his voice was deeply coated with sleepiness.
“Maybe. Why do you ask?” You say, he shook his head and kissed your forehead
“I’ll hold you to that” he says, looking back at it now, he wasn’t joking. And that was the night you should’ve known, you could’ve stopped him, but his need for a new life was beyond him now, it was Kronos now.
You told me you loved me So why did you go away?
Most nights it still haunted you. It still kept you up, made you blink and fooled you into thinking you could get sleep. It was the memories that kept you up. The fact he could’ve been lying about loving you so you wouldn’t suspect anything, or he actually could’ve loved you, just not more than the hunger for revenge.
He told you he loved you, daily hourly even. He would remind you of his unyielding amount of love for you, but if that were true, wouldn’t he be here right now? If the undying love for you he claimed was in his heart, wouldn’t you be hearing the snores you grew used to hearing from him?
Away
Luke watched from the ships railing, looking out to far lands and wondered if you thought about him. If you have started talking to a new guy, if you couldn’t even talk to another guy because of what he might’ve scarred.
He was away from home, home wasn’t four walls and a roof, home wasn’t the crowded Hermes cabin he was the counselor of, home wasn’t the busy camp grounds he knew like the back of his hand, home was with you. Where he felt safe, where he could sleep knowing you were by him, away from home, Luke was absolutely homesick.
I do recall now the smell of the rain Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane
Zoning out, you recalled the fresh scent of rain, the same scent that made Luke drag you out and shield you from the rain while taking your daily walk around camp. Yes, bad weather never entered camp which is why it always excited Luke when it did. You liked seeing his child-like excitement, like playing in the rain was healing a part of him that was forced to mature.
That July ninth, the beat of your heart It jumps through your shirt
In the hot, humid, July days, you would lay next to Luke on the grass. Watching the stars while you could hear his heartbeat. Like he was still that anxious boy with sweaty palms when trying to hold hands. Of course he wasn’t that boy anymore, he was your boyfriend, but no amount of time together took away the feeling of having a crush. Luke always joked he would have a eternal crush on you, forever, but you wouldn’t know now because he promised a forever he couldn’t commit to.
I can still feel your arms
When you laid on the grass again, this time alone, it was like you were still in the moment of being in love, of course, the man you loved wasn’t here and most likely would never be.
Though he was gone, you felt like his arms were wrapped around you, like the hot summer days where you wanted nothing but cold air and Luke.
But now I'll go Sit on the floor wearing your clothes
At your cabin you wore his shirt. The orange camp shirt he would never come back to claim
“That shirt looks pretty big y/n” your half sibling says
“I just, it’s an old shirt and it stretched” you lie as your half sibling shrugged it off and continued on with their day
All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss
You looked at an old photo of Luke, where he was happy, at least you think. You wondered if he missed you, and if he didn’t, what would make him miss you. You didn’t want to be thinking of Luke anymore, he brought you pain, he hurt you, and he broke trust that would take forever for someone to break down.
I never thought we'd have a last kiss
You remember when you thought that you and Luke would stay together forever. He would give you the daily kisses he never missed a day of, you never knew why he made it a routine but he knew it was because once he was gone, he couldn’t have given you anymore kisses. You never thought there would be a timer on your kisses, you never thought a last kiss was possible for you and Luke.
Never imagined we'd end like this
No one would’ve imagined you to end like that, nobody expected your relationship to end. But since he left without speaking to you, you didn’t know if the relationship was done or not. Many assumed you both were broken up since there was no contact between you two anymore that they knew of.
Your name, forever the name on my lips
It was natural. Luke’s name was the name on your lips. It was always awkward when you called another camper Luke, or when you woke up calling out for him to come back, or when it came out naturally and you had to apologize out of embarrassment.
I do remember the swing of your step
It came in waves, you could’ve had a great day but all roads led back to the small habits you noticed about Luke. The way he would have a swing in his step, it was something he didn’t even notice and something you never mentioned but only quietly noticed. That every time he was walking on your side you would smile at the unintentional swing in his step.
The life of the party, you're showing off again
When camp has those get togethers, he would never be embarrassed to show off. Offering you his hand and showed off everything he had, the Hermes campers cheered for him. He was the life of the party, and him being known in camp made it easier to show off.
And I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in
You would give a joking attitude, rolling your eyes and he pulled you in gently. The crowd of campers only got louder as they saw the golden couple put on the spotlight. You never really minded, Luke made you forget any bad thoughts you had about embarrassment or anxiousness.
I'm not much for dancing, but for you, I did
At your spot he would persuade you to dance. You weren’t much for dancing but that all went away when you saw Luke’s excited smile and him waiting patiently. Holding his hand out for you so he could guide you.
Because I love your handshake, meeting my father
When Luke first met your guardian, he gave a nervous but firm handshake
“Hello sir” he said with a slight tremble in his voice as your guardian laughed and shook his hand with a teasing smile
“What are your intentions with her” your guardian poked at him as it looked like Luke was scrambling for a professional answer
I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets
On dates with Luke, you could pick up how his hands were always stuffed in his pockets, which is why his hands were always almost warm. And when they weren’t in his pocket, they were holding your hand. It was a strange thing to notice about someone you love, but you loved Luke, and he loved you.
How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something
Nights when things got hard, you and Luke would rant to each other. And if you ever dared to speak bad about yourself, he would shut you up with a kiss and a light scolding. Be kind to yourself, you’re the woman I adore after all. He would say each time, and those words never failed to bring a smile to your face. Though it was repetitive, it never got tiring to hear Luke say it.
There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions
Luke wasn’t here, which meant your rant buddy wasn’t here. Annabeth knew how you struggled, so she began ranting to you, and in return, you ranted to her.
But when you began complaining about how you felt towards yourself, Annabeth would frown and bring up things she knew would bring you confidence. But a small part of you couldn’t help but miss Luke’s rude interruptions and scoldings, you just missed Luke.
And I'll go Sit on the floor wearing your clothes
In his room on the ship, he sat on the floor with plans scattered around him. No, he couldn’t wear your clothes without ruining them, but he could have it around himself.
Your sweater rested on his bicep, your scent brought back comfort and allowed him to think. Though it was a plot against camp, against the gods, against you. It felt like a piece of you was here, by his side, like it should’ve been.
It was a sweater he stole the night before leaving camp, you hadn’t even notice it was gone, all you wondered was why he looked so nervous.
All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss
At night, the nightmares of Kronos didn’t visit him. It was the memories of the love you shared that kept him sleep deprived. That was worse than any titan nightmare he experienced.
He would find himself thinking about if you missed him. By now, you could’ve left camp, you could’ve went to college, what he avoided thinking about was you falling in love. If it were possible for you to miss him after all the bad things he’s done to you.
I never thought we'd have a last kiss
When Luke had lucky nights, it was the nights he dreamed of good memories, but now he wasn’t sure if this was good or bad. The last kiss you shared.
You were absolutely clueless to this moment. He just walked you to his cabin. You tried persuading him to come to bed with you, he managed to reject your offer lightly and say he had a couple more things and he would come join you before you knew it. He kissed your forehead, your temple, then your cheek, and then a warm deep kiss that lingered a bit longer. You assumed he was just tired and wanted a kiss and love, you would’ve never guessed it was your last moment with him as a camper.
Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips Luke had fallen into a deep sleep, and when someone had knocked on his door repeatedly, he didn’t answer. He mumbled your name in his sleep.
You screamed at him, begging for him to help you, for him to save you, for him to not leave you. He woke up mid yell of your name and panted heavily
“Y/n” he whispered, looking at the space next to him on the bed, expecting to see you curled up next to him, to lay next to you and feel comfort radiate off of you
“y/n” he said again, different than what he had just said it like, this one was more desperate, more solemn
So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep
“We have pictures of camp sir” his worker said to him when he opened the door
“Hand them to me now” he snatched them greedily, he had a spy in camp to take photos and schedule times of people so he knew when to attack. But sometimes he forgot the reason and would find you in photos and get lost in his thoughts
He shut the door behind him and skimmed through the photos, when he saw you napping in camp he had a soft smile, one only love pulled from people, his smile quickly turned into a frown as another camper was walking over to you holding a blanket. He felt like he was in the moment, like he could snatch the blanket and put it on you himself, like he was the one watching you sleep and adoring you. Was.
And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe
It was like a new obsession for Luke. Finding you in photos, he knew it was just because he hasn’t seen you in so long, he knew he did this to himself, he just wished you remembered him,
But when he had gotten new photos of campers at capture the flag and saw you talking with someone out of frame, he immediately scoffed. You were slowly forgetting that the spot you stood on, was the spot where Luke asked you out. You seemed happy to Luke, he didn’t want to see you absolutely devastated, but this hurt. You were slipping through his fingers while he still remembered your breathing pattern, he felt pathetic. He was pathetic.
And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are
With the spy of camp, he would subtly try asking about you. But they caught on fast, they even started mentioning you without Luke bringing it up, majority of the time, it was the first thing they mentioned
“She’s doing good, going on quests, helping around her cabin” they say as Luke nodded, he wondered if you felt the ache in his heart like he did for you
Hope it's nice where you are
While it rained on the ship, Luke stayed inside. He couldn’t stand the rain, the humidity it left behind, the moist atmosphere, and the memories it brought back.
Thinking of you was what Luke did best. And when it rained, it made him think of you even more. He wondered if you remembered the times it rained in camp and he walked with you around camp because he didn’t want such a silly thing like rain to take time away from your relationship. He never admitted it, but those days were his best, even when gloomy, he loved those moments with you where he protected you from the rain, he regretted not staying to protect you from everything else. He couldn’t even protect you from himself, so what did that make him?
He hoped it was nice where you were, camp was usually nice weather. He wondered if the rain had brought you any pain or sorrow, brought back any memories of him, if that was what it would take for you to try and reach out for him.
And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day
In camp, the sun was shining, campers were getting more tan by the minute, and it was a beautiful day. Occasional wind that brushed up against you right when you needed it, the sun warming you up, it was beautiful out.
Luke wished he was there to witness your beauty, to fall in love with you more than he already was
And something reminds you you wish you had stayed
He stared at his camp necklace stored away in a drawer, reminding him of what he had. There could’ve been more beads, he could’ve showed you proudly of his new piece to his collection. He could’ve.
You can plan for a change in the weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind
It had been awhile since you last seen Luke, but time didn’t stop for you to be sad. You were forced to continue on without him. You could’ve done anything to stop, but you just couldn’t because you didn’t know. You never planned on him leaving you, leaving camp, you didn’t think he would. Sometimes you thought about if you had knew, if he would listen and stay, if he brought you with him, if you could’ve saw this coming.
So I'll go Sit on the floor wearing your clothes
You sat on the floor in Luke’s shirt, trailing your finger over the notes calculated by Annabeth, rereading over her handwriting and paused, she had written a piece on the upcoming war, but they had managed to block the places that were packed with strong demigods, to instead make a carry out to a small but effective place.
“How would the titan army know of our plan?” you paused and immediately looked out to find a camera left behind in a tree to be angled to capture where people trained. To catch people’s techniques, where your go to spot was
Luke sat on the floor with your sweater tied around his bicep, it was like his routine now. He circled the place on camp that was reported to be the most unvisited, smiling as he made adjustments to the position for his army
“Right here…” he dotted on the map of camp half blood
All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss
“How could we make him miss an attack” You say as the other camp counselors brainstormed with you. You had about five copies with past ideas but they all went to scrap when the titan army sent a remark on their new mission they planned to carry out
“How can we make her miss our presence?” Luke discussed to the titan army who pondered, how could they sneak by without you seeing them.
But as you both indulged in work, you wondered if the other still had the ability to find you in a flood of people, a sense only a lover carries. And sadly, you both still carried it, heavily.
I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this
When they finally struck, you had protected Percy from Luke’s previous beating. Luke had softened and hadn’t been able to defend himself as good as he could’ve done.
“Didn’t think we’d have to end like this” Luke said to you as he dodged your attacks
“With your lies, I never thought we’d ever end” you say as you struck and Luke paused before dodging again
“my lies?” He whispered in a hurt tone
Your name, forever the name on my lips
He had given strict instructions not to injure you, but when one of his soldiers struck you instead of the other campers he yelled, the name he would mumble in his sleep
“Y/n!” He shouted
Just like our last kiss
Luke was heavily bleeding out, he sacrificed himself and used all his power to go to you.
“Y/n” he said breathlessly, you tried avoiding him, tried dodging him, your body too weak to even speak
“I’m sorry I never met you that night I promised to, it could’ve been different” he said, leaning in while clenching backbiter.
You clench your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the pain you’d endure by Luke as he raised the bronze weapon, instead met with the same kisses he placed before betraying you, the clatter of his sword being thrown was heard by you
A warm kiss to your forehead, then your temple, your cheek, and then a long, warm, lingering one to your lips. He never forgot the routine, he never forgot you.
It was different this time, before you didn’t know why he let the kiss linger, why he embraced you longer than usual. But now, you understood that you had a limit to your time together, you knew he lingered the kiss because you both were going to die.
Forever the name on my lips
“Luke” you pushed the words out with obvious struggle, he pressed his forehead against yours, you couldn’t speak much, damage to your voice and breathing
”Don’t force yourself, you’re still the woman I adore” he whispered assuringly with a sad attempt at a grin and there was a melancholy pause
Forever the name on my lips
“Y/n Castellan” he whispered, you felt a cold wrap around your ring finger, you managed to peek down and see he had slid a ring on your finger. The ring you stared at a second too long on a quest in a busy city.
“We’ll try again in the next life, together.” He whispered, you closed your eyes with tears falling and your breathing slipped away. Luke sniffled as his tears fell on your face
“Y/n, y/n, y/n, forgive me.” He whispered, kissing your forehead, temple, cheek, and lastly, your lips
“Y/n” he whispered before his own breathing gave out as well. Your name, forever the name on his lips.
Just like our last
On your wedding day, he whispered your name with his last name about a million times after his vows, like he didn’t want to forget this moment of happiness
You had no memories of the demigod you once were, of the betrayal he put you through, he had no memories of the pain he caused you, or the longing for you after he left.
He slid the cold metal around your ring finger and you got small chills down your back, like Déjà vu.
He smiled at you and kissed your forehead, your temple, and your lips for a long time as applause surrounded you both at your wedding. Hermes watched from afar, it had been decades since you and Luke were fallen demigods, but he knew this was his beloved son Luke after choosing rebirth. Just like the last life, he had fallen for you again, but this time, did it right.
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I have no idea where this idea came from, but I feel like recently I have a lot of Luke posts up so I’ll try being a variety, I just love Luke so much and obviously I adore Jason so I’ll definitely try thinking about more fics to write about for other characters. Hope you enjoyed, this one is lengthy, kisses kisses💋!
This is gold. Thank you for making this fic happened! I was thinking about how the "Last kiss" would be suitable for Luke's fanfiction. Then I found yours! And I cry reading this, will make a reread soon! I love this😭🫶
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Father’s Day
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: Mostly fluffy bunnies and unicorns and some PG-13 smexy time. Mentions of abandonment.
Word Count: 2.4K-ish
Summary: It’s Billy’s first Father’s Day with two kids and Little Raven told her mother she wanted to do something special for her Dad
A/N: This was a request from my darling friend @jvanilly who has followed this series from the get-go. Thank you for the ask and I hope you like what I did here. Oh and thank you @bartonsparrow25 for beta reading this one for me and for helping me with the moodboard pics! You’re the best! ♥️ Part of The Sweetest Pain Series.
As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
The kids were asleep, your company had gone home, and the dishwasher had completed its cycle. The house was finally completely silent.
After your shower, you went looking for Billy. Since he wasn’t in your bedroom, you knew there was a pretty good chance that he was in his art studio. You noticed a warm light coming from the next room as you tiptoed into the doorway. Leaning against the doorframe as you tended to do when you tried to sneak up on him, always failing miserably, you saw he was just staring at something that you couldn’t quite make out.
Objects In Motion
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Alpha!Billy Russo x Omega!Reader
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partners in crime
luke castellan x fem!dionysus!reader [the trouble!verse]
MAIN SERIES MASTERPOST [COMPLETED]
summary: few things are certain in this life as a demigod, but one thing is for sure— you can’t fight fate when it pulls you and luke castellan together, over and over again. two young people who hate the gods are more like them than they think, for better or worse. annoyances to best friends to lovers
things to know: dionysus!reader's nickname is trouble & mostly canon-compliant (mostly.)
Knowing that Eridians have much longer lifespans, and also he can't be at every school on the planet at once, Ryland Grace decides to record a bunch of entertaining science lessons with Rocky's help.
Hundreds of years later, Eridian kids still get excited when the substitute teacher rolls in the 3D shape projector, because they know they're in for an episode of Friend Grace the Science Ace.
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r.grace x fem!reader ⋮ angst ⋮ estab. relationship ⋮ alludes to character death ⋮ reader refers to ryland as 'honey' ⋮ 539 words
You are his Long Lost Daughter...|| Dark! Ancient Mythological Figures x Daughter Reader
The Mythological Figures: Horus 'Egyptian Mythology' Apollo 'Greek Mythology' Gilgamesh 'Mesopotamian Mythology'
HORUS
You have lived a blessed life, despite being the daughter of an average merchant.
Ever since you were a child, something about you drew people in. Neighbors, relatives, and even strangers would visit your home and shower you with expensive gifts, during festivals, during holidays, and sometimes for no occasion at all.
Even celebrations that had no tradition of gift-giving somehow became reasons for people to bring you lavish presents.
Your parents always explained it the same way: you simply had a strange, radiant aura about you, something warm and magnetic that made people want to be near you and be generous toward you. You never questioned it. It was just your life.
This blessed existence continued into young adulthood, when suitors began to flock to your door. Not just any suitors, the finest and most distinguished men sought your hand in marriage.
But one stood above them all, the prince of Egypt himself, the son of the pharaoh. He had spotted you in the market one day and declared that you would make the perfect wife for him.
But your charmed life is about to unravel, because you are about to discover the true reason everyone has always adored you.
It happens during the festival of Horus known as The Beautiful Reunion.
You are not particularly religious, but you have always enjoyed the celebration for its lively activities and vibrant atmosphere. You attend with your family and friends, but you grow tired early and decide to return home alone, ahead of the others.
What you do not expect is to be watched.
Horus himself has been observing you throughout the festival, and he follows you home.
When you arrive, he reveals himself and tells you the truth, that you are his daughter.
Years ago, his mother, Isis, entrusted you as an infant to the merchant family you have always believed to be your own. It was done to keep you safe, to hide you among mortals.
You are not the child of an average merchant. You never were.
You have his divine blood, and now he has come to claim you back.
"Come with me," he said. "Let me take you where you belong."
You refuse, as you love your current life to leave to a whole different realm with him.
You are not ready.
But Horus only smiled, patient, calm, without a trace of anger.
"Then do as you wish, my child."
And then he vanished.
Within weeks, everything collapsed.
Your mother stopped looking at you, and your father snapped at you like a stranger. Your best friend shut the door in your face. Neighbors who once adored you crossed the street to avoid you.
Then a royal messenger delivered a scroll. The prince had withdrawn his proposal. He was marrying someone else.
The blessed aura was gone.
The invisible warmth that made the world love you had been stripped away, and without it, no one wanted you.
Late at night, you went to the temple of Horus. The halls were empty. You collapsed before his golden statue and wept.
"I know you can hear me!" you screamed. "My family hates me! My friends look at me like I am nothing! The prince is gone!"
Your voice cracked.
"You did this. You took everything from me."
The torches flared gold. The shadows stretched into vast wings. And then he was there, stepping out of the light, calm, patient, as though he had been waiting for exactly this moment.
"I am here, little one."
"Everyone has abandoned me," you wept. "I have nothing."
"What kind of love was it?" he asked gently. "Did they love you for your heart? Or for the divine light I placed inside you?"
You opened your mouth to argue. The words would not come, knowing the answer.
"Every gift. Every kindness. Every suitor. The prince himself. None of it was for you. Take away the divine light, and what remains?"
He gestured towards your crumpled, tear-streaked form.
"A girl abandoned by everyone who claimed to love her. Not because she changed, but because the spell was lifted."
"Then I was never loved at all," you whispered.
"That is not true." Horus crouched before you and wiped a tear from your cheek. "I loved you before you drew your first breath. I am the only one who has ever loved you without the aura, because I am the one who made it. I see past it. I see you."
You understood then, with horrible clarity, that this was always going to happen. The choice he gave you was never a real choice. It was a courtesy, a head start before the fall.
"I will go with you," you announced with a hollow and defeated voice
"Just please, do not leave me alone."
Horus smiled and opened his arms.
"Come here, my sweet child."
You fell into him. His arms close around you like sunlight, warm and overwhelming. You sobbed against his chest while his hand stroked your hair.
You believed him when he said you would never be alone again. And you knew he was the reason you had been alone in the first place.
But he was your father at the end of the day.
"Let us go home," he invites, before holding you up in his arms, his wings appearing on his back before flying in the dead of the night into the sky.
APOLLO
His father's punishment for killing the Cyclopes could only be described as cruelly unfair.
After all, Apollo had slain them in vengeance for Zeus striking down his beloved son, Asclepius. For this act, the god of music was stripped of his divinity and forced to live as a mortal, serving as a shepherd under King Admetus for nine years.
But Zeus had planned far more than mere punishment.
You, the adopted daughter of Admetus, was in truth Apollo's long-lost daughter.
It began when Apollo and Hera quarreled one day. In the heat of the argument, Apollo cruelly mocked Hera for being an inadequate wife, claiming that was why Zeus constantly sought the beds of other women. The insult struck deep.
Furious, Hera stole you away when you were only a year old. She stripped you of your divine aura, severing the sacred link between you and your father, and transformed you into a mortal. She then placed you in the care of Admetus, refusing to reveal your location to anyone.
However, Zeus had known where you were from the very beginning.
The King of the Deities informed Apollo that if he ever revealed himself as your father, or if you discovered the truth on your own during the nine years of his servitude, you would die.
Meanwhile with you when Apollo was announced as a sheepherder by your father, you immediately frowned upon him with bitterness.
You were fourteen when your best friend, Corinna, fell ill.
It started with a cough. Then fever. Then blood on her lips every time she tried to speak. The physicians said nothing could be done. So you ran to the temple. You knelt on cold stone until your knees bruised. You burned every offering you had. You begged.
'Apollo, healer of plagues, I am no one, but she is everything to me. Please, save her.'
You prayed for seven days. On the eighth, Corinna died in your arms.
After that, you never knelt again.
So when the fallen god appeared in your father's house, dressed in rough wool, smelling of earth and sweat, you felt something hot and bitter rise inside your chest.
You gave him the worst tasks. The ones no one wanted.
"The ditch behind the eastern pasture is clogged again," you told him one morning, not looking up from your bread. "Clear it before midday."
He studied you for a moment. "It rained all night. The mud will be waist-deep."
"Then I suggest you start now."
He went without another word.
You made him carry water when the well was at its lowest.
You sent him to mend fences in the heat of noon while other workers rested in the shade.
When he sang in the evenings, that voice, impossibly beautiful, the kind of voice that made the maidens fawn for him, you slammed your door shut.
"You treat him too harshly," Admetus said one evening, discussing your bad treatment of Apollo.
"He's a servant, Father. I treat him as one."
Admetus looked at you with something heavy in his eyes. Something he couldn't say.
He had learned the truth months ago, Hermes when he visited Apollo had whispered it to him 'The shepherd is her father. Guard your tongue, or she dies.'
"He is a man now," Admetus said carefully. "And even men deserve kindness."
"Kindness." You laughed, and it sounded nothing like joy.
"Did he show kindness when people begged him for help? When girls knelt in his temples and wept until they had nothing left?"
"You don't understand—"
"I understand perfectly. He is arrogant and evil."
You walked away, and Admetus closed his eyes, trapped between a truth that would kill you and a silence that was killing him.
Nine years passed.
On the last morning, Apollo stood in the courtyard with his bag over his shoulder. Light had returned to his skin. The divine glow that had been taken was creeping back, slow and golden, like dawn filling a dark room.
You watched from the doorway, arms crossed, waiting for him to leave.
But Admetus stepped forward. His face was pale. His hands trembled.
"Come here, child," he said to you.
You frowned. "What is it, father?"
He took your hands. Kissed them. And then he turned you toward the shepherd, no, not a shepherd but towards the redeemed god, and stepped back.
"She belongs with you," Admetus confesses "She always did."
The ground tilted beneath you. "Father, what are you talking about?"
Apollo set down his bag. He looked at you, and for the first time in nine years, you saw something in his expression that you couldn't name. Something raw and open and terribly human for a god.
"He is not your father," Apollo said quietly. "I am."
The silence that followed was the loudest thing you had ever heard.
"No," you whispered.
"Your name was taken. Your divinity was stripped. You were hidden from me as punishment, not mine, but yours, for a sin you never committed." His voice was steady, but his jaw was tight.
"I have known since the day I arrived. I could not tell you. If I did, you would die."
You looked at Admetus, the man who raised you, and he nodded gently, and confirmed his words.
"Why should I believe you?" you said, turning back to Apollo. Your voice shook. "You never answered me. I prayed to you. I knelt in your temple for seven days and begged you to save someone I loved, and you did nothing."
Apollo was quiet for a long moment.
Then he said, "I heard you."
"Every word. Every night. I heard you, and I wanted to answer." He paused. "But the Fates had already cut her thread. Even I cannot undo what they have severed. No god can."
It was a lie.
He had not heard you. Apollo had not been listening.
The truth was simpler and uglier: Apollo, like most gods, rarely listened to mortal prayers. They were noise, endless, repetitive, beneath him. Corinna had died, and he hadn't noticed, because he hadn't cared.
But standing here now, watching his daughter's red eyes and trembling hands, he chose the kinder story.
And you, surprisingly believed him because despite being cruel to him, Apollo has been nothing but kind to you through those nine years, he even stayed by your bed side when you caught a disease.
"Nine years," you said, your voice breaking as you took a tentative step toward him. "You let me treat you like a dog. You let me hate you."
"I would have stayed a thousand years in the mud if it meant you lived to see the sun," he replied, as he reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly in the air between you, waiting for your permission.
The last of your resistance collapsed. You didn't just step forward; you fell into him, your fingers gripping the rough fabric of his tunic.
The divine heat of him was overwhelming, a summer's day pressed against your skin, and for the first time in your life, the long-lost void in your chest felt filled.
"I'm sorry," you sobbed into his chest. "Father, I'm so sorry."
Apollo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as the golden light flared, finally claiming him fully. But even as the god returned, he held you with the tenderness of the shepherd who had watched over you.
"There is nothing to forgive, my daughter," Apollo comforts you, light appearing behind both of you.
"Let both return home."
GILGAMESH
You are his daughter, yes, but you are not lost. You simply decided to leave when you had finally had enough of his abusive, tyrannical regime.
We must consider that you were not just a daughter to Gilgamesh; you were everything to him: the friend, the sister, and the mother.
You were his friend because you grew up alongside him, born when he was only fourteen. You were his sister because you guarded his secrets and defended him against anyone who dared to criticize him.
And you were his mother because you possessed a nurturing nature, providing the comfort a mother gives her child. You were the only person who ever saw him cry or witnessed him at his weakest point.
But everything has its limits. Once your father became the King of Uruk, he abused his power and oppressed his people through forced labor and the right to sleep with brides on their wedding nights.
He was remarkably childish, possessing no empathy for his subjects, whom he viewed as inferior beings. Anyone who opposed him faced execution.
No matter how often you advised him to be kinder and cease his cruelty, he never listened.
The final straw came during an argument, in a fit of rage, he locked you in the dungeons, threatening to execute you if you did not renounce your views.
Gilgamesh never truly intended to kill you, he only wanted to pressure you into obedience.
However, that single action cost him everything. Your handmaidens helped you escape, and since that day, the King of Uruk has never seen you again.
Yet he ended up finding you.
The temple of Ishtar was quiet in the early hours of dawn, incense curling through golden light, when you felt it: a shift beneath the stillness, like pressure before a storm.
Then his voice came, and every careful thing you had built around yourself cracked at its foundation.
"Daughter."
You turned slowly.
Gilgamesh stood at the threshold. Different, not weaker, never that, but carrying something you had never seen in him before. Beside him stood Enkidu, powerful and unhurried, with eyes that held none of the cruelty you remembered from Uruk's court.
"You shouldn't be here," you said.
"I came for you."
"After how many years?" Your voice did not rise, but it cut. "After chaining me like a criminal?"
"I was wrong."
The words fell into the silence between you. Once impossible. Now fragile, uncertain.
Enkidu stepped forward. "He speaks the truth. I have seen it myself. He is not the man he was."
You studied him carefully. "And who are you to speak for a king?"
"A friend," he replied. "The first he has ever had."
Your gaze moved back to Gilgamesh. Something in your chest pulled painfully. "So he finally learned what it means to stand beside someone instead of above them."
He flinched.
Good. That's good for him to know how frightened you were alone in the dungeons wondering what you had done wrong.
"You left," he stated, quieter now. "Without a word."
"You locked me in a dungeon."
His expression broke, just for a moment. "I thought if I pushed you, you would stay. You always stayed."
"Because I believed you could be better." You stepped back, placing distance between you. "I was wrong."
"He has changed," Enkidu said. "I swear it on my life."
"I don't doubt that," you replied. "But change does not erase what was done. I have a life here now. I serve Ishtar. I have peace."
At the goddess's name, something darkened in Gilgamesh's face.
"Do not," you warned. "She gave me sanctuary when you took everything from me."
He exhaled slowly, and when he spoke again his voice was stripped of ceremony. "Come home."
"No."
"I am not your king right now. I am just the man who lost you."
"Then act like it," you state with a bittersweet tone, "and leave."
A long silence followed.
"I will take you." He declared bluntly.
You barely had time to draw breath before his hand closed around your wrist.
"Father...no."
"I will not lose you again."
The temple trembled. Priestesses cried out as soldiers appeared at the gate behind him, and rage broke open in your chest like something that had been sealed too long.
"You have not changed at all."
"I have." His grip did not loosen. "But I will not watch you waste your life in a temple."
"This is my choice."
"It is a cage."
"And Uruk was not?"
The words landed hard, but he did not release you, and despite everything, despite every promise you had made to yourself at the threshold of this place, he took you by throwing you over his shoulder as if you weighted nothing.
The skies above Uruk darkened unnaturally when you arrived home after days.
You felt the goddess's fury before you understood it, a pressure behind the eyes, a cold that had nothing to do with weather. Ishtar did not forgive. You had known that when you entered her service. You simply had not imagined Gilgamesh would be foolish enough to give her cause.
He had rejected her. That wound she had nursed in private.
But he had also stolen her favorite priestess from her own altar is unforgivable.
The sky split open, and the Bull of Heaven descended.
Its roar shattered the air. The earth cracked beneath its hooves, crops withering in the sweep of its breath, whole sections of the city folding inward as it came. Screams filled the streets below.
"This is your fault," you said.
"I know." Gilgamesh stepped in front of you, a weapon already drawn, and there was no arrogance in it, only resolve. "Stay back."
"You cannot fight divine wrath like a common enemy."
He looked at you, and for the first time in all the years you had known him, there was no performance in his face. No pride assembled for an audience. Only the thing underneath, stripped bare.
"I will protect my city," he said. "And I will protect you.
Then he charged, and Enkidu went with him, and the battle that followed was chaos given shape.
The Bull struck the earth hard enough to split it. Men were thrown aside like grain before wind. But Gilgamesh did not retreat. He moved with a precision you had never seen in him, sharper and more focused, as though something had finally been burned away and left only the essential thing.
Enkidu matched him without words. They moved as one intention.
"Now!" Enkidu roared.
Gilgamesh drove his blade in deep.
The Bull thrashed, bellowed, and shook the very air. Then Enkidu seized its horns, holding the enormous weight of it in place for one cracked-open moment.
One final strike.
The Beast of Heaven collapsed onto the stones of Uruk and did not rise.
Above, the sky still burned with Ishtar's fury, colder now and patient. The accounting was not finished. You knew that better than anyone.
You ran to him anyway.
"You fool," you said, your hands trembling as you reached him. "Do you understand what comes next?"
He looked at you, exhausted, bloodied, and alive. "I saved my city."
"And made an enemy of a goddess."
"Yes." He reached for you, and this time his touch was hesitant. Not a command. A question. "Will you leave?"
You looked at him. At the man who had been your world and broken it. At the king standing in the wreckage of what his pride had built, asking for the first time instead of taking.
"I don't know," you said honestly.
For once, he let that be enough.
Because he knows you like he knows his own name, he knows the sentence 'I don't know.' actually meant you forgave him.
New Roommate, New Conversations
Pairing: Ryland Grace x Astrophysicist!reader
Summary: Rocky moves in and distracts reader and Ryland from talking about their feelings. do they ever get to?
Warnings: Not proofread, timeline inaccurate, scientific inaccuracy, flirting badly, tension, use of y/n, memory loss/ recovery
Word count: 2.4k
Sadie’s notes: I know I was supposed to put this up yesterday. I ended starting the whole part from the beginning and rewriting it. I hope you enjoy!
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The ship is quiet since Ryland is still sleeping, and she’s all alone for now.
She can’t stop thinking about the dream she had. They had known each other, obviously, before being on the ship.
She knew that already. It was easy to keep in mind, but in this memory, they seemed close. It seemed like they were closer than they thought. She wanted to talk to him about it, but what if he didn’t also remember this?
Then she wondered if maybe he had other memories of her that he hadn’t talked to her about. He always seemed to touch her waist when he walked past her, and she never thought much of it other than the fact that it was more familiar than it should have been.
Now she wished she were home on earth.
She would be able to bake at home. She wouldn’t have to think about the complexities of possibly having feelings for the only other human for tens of trillions of miles.
She hasn’t even realized she's pacing around the lab.
She doesn’t really know what to do about it. She knows she probably shouldn’t talk about the memory. There were more important parts of the memory, like talking to Yao and Ilyukhina about mission stuff.
𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞
warning: best friend!luke castellan x reader, fem!reader implied (one mention of male-female friendship), fluff <3
In which he'll wait, he's already been waiting for a while anyway
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The fresh breeze was a relief for everyone as it swept through the stone stands of the arena, a short exhale in the heavy summer. Your arm was starting to get sore after minutes of fanning yourself, even the shadow of the oak you’d found shelter under not enough to shield you from the heat.
“You’re staring,” Silena said, simply stating it without even looking up from braiding her hair.
Another fic I’ve been working on for a while…
Vampire!Aleksander who meets the reader after she finds his daughter lost in a supermarket
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