#bickering siblings

[comrademango]

currently reading joe country and i gotta say i love river and shirley here a lot

[raventree]

One of my favourite platonic relationship tropes is found family bickering siblings

Specifically Matt Murdock & Jessica Jones (MCU) and Toph & Zuko (ATLA)

[ms-trash-panda]

Soft Hands - Part 6

ʚ P.O.V. : Ares

ʚ Summary : Ares cannot fight what he feels for the daughter of  Ouranos. He is need of advice, and goes to a most unlikely soft

ʚ Warning / Themes: Ansgt | References to Marital infidelity

My mind was in turmoil.

Aphrodite, lady of love and beauty, had enraptured me. My mind was filled only with thoughts of her. Her soft blonde hair, her gentle touch, her soothing words. 

I know I shouldn't be thinking about her, but I can't stop myself. Nobody has ever made me crave anyone like she has, and I can't help but want more of her.The need to take things further is overcoming me, but how do I do it? How do I win over someone like Aphrodite?   

I need to talk to someone, but who? My mother is out, as is my father. Hermes would just blab, Apollo was having his own problems, and Artemis... is... well... Artemis. I am left with only one other person. I personally consider myself mad for even thinking of her, but I am left with no choice. I turn down a different path, to a different home, hoping my idea does not blow up in my face. 

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She certainly takes her time answering the door. "Good evening, sister," I said as politely as I could. "Is this a bad time?"  

Athena's eyebrows arched so high they almost took flight. "No insult? No put down? Brother, are you in your cups?"  

I collapsed onto a chair with a sigh. "I wish."   Athena flutters around, making me comfortable, leaving refreshments on the table. Squabbles or not, I am still her guest, after all. 

“So," she pours herself some wine, then offers me a goblet. "To what do I owe the honour of this unusual visit?"   

"I need your advice," I continue, while ignoring the sounds of my sister choking on her wine. "I have found someone and- - what on earth are you doing?"   She had rushed to the window and was looking out into the clouds. "I am looking to see if pigs have finally taken flight."   

Exasperation gets the better of me. "For the love of everything good and holy, Thena, will you please help me?"   

She smirks and makes her way back to me. "Very well. What is this advice that you seek? And who is this someone that you speak of?"   

"Her name is... Irrelevant. And the reason why I am here is, how best to win her over."   

"You are the God of war. Surely that should be enough."   

"That is the problem. Remember the type of women who take me to their beds?"  

"Aye," My sister tops up her goblet, does the same for me. "Sword chasing she-wolves with questionable tastes and perhaps poor eyesight."   I narrow my eyes, but I choose to ignore her insult. "Well, picture the exact opposite of that."   

Her eyebrows arch once more. "Oh. Oh my. A woman of good breeding and refinement. However did you succeed in turning her eye? Wait. Does she have a history of making poor decisions?"   

"My coming here was a poor decision," I mutter.   Athena looks at me evenly, studying me. "You like her. You would not have come here if you had not. Right. First off, do not show up at her home of a night and just go, well come get a look at this."   I roll my eyes, but I listen all the same.   "You will have to put in some serious effort if you wish to win her over. You will have to woo her."   

"Woo her?" I have my work cut out for me. How do you woo someone like Aphrodite?   

"Aye. Is she married?"  

"She is," I say truthfully. "But her fool of a husband prefers his employment to her."   

"Interesting," Athena thinks as she drums her fingers against her goblet. "In that case, avoid leaving any evidence of your presence, for it will only create problems. Listen to her instead. Make her feel treasured, heard. Show her that you actually care." She leaned in, her dark eyes piercing mine. "Do you actually care about her?"  

I ceased fighting what I was feeling and sighed.   "My word," Athena says, both shocked and amused. "You do care. This is a solstice miracle."   

"Oh for crying out loud!"  

"I am sorry. Sit," She snickered but raised her hands apologetically. "Brother, will you please sit?"  

I huff but sit down all the same. "So, I must woo her."  

"Aye. Do you think you can handle it?"  she said tartly.

"Your lack of faith astounds me," I drain my goblet and help myself to some grapes.   

"Your assuming I have faith in you astounds me."   

There she goes again. "I should have just gone to your owl instead of coming here."   

"I am not sure Noctua would have heard you. He does not hear me half the time."   

"Lucky for him," I tried not to snigger as she stared daggers at me."Alright. So I woo her. Make her feel heard and cherished. Should be easy enough. Good night sister, and thank you for your counsel."   

"Good luck!" She yells as I make my way to the door. "In trying not to act like a knuckle-dragging hulk for once!"   I slam the door behind me, but I am pleased all the same. Athena has put me on the right path, now I must do my best not to stumble my way through. I seriously hope I know what I am doing.

[ellielparker]

Sneak Peek for Chapter 50!

How many times had I imagined going to the annual palace Christmas party with my husband? Surely it wasn’t possible to count. But of course, as fate would have it, I finally had my husband but couldn’t go with him to the party. Rather, he couldn’t come with me.

As I walked down to the party I ran into Shalom checking his tie in a mirror in the hallway. “You don’t have to wear a tie, you know,” I told him. “It’s just family and friends here.”

“I don’t need your opinion either. Just because you got your happily ever after doesn’t mean that you can boss me around,” he snapped. He aggressively took off his tie though and left it on a chair for a maid to pick up later.

 “It’s not happily ever after,” I mumbled, thinking of my husband who was on the other side of the country, probably freezing in a tower guarding a base that didn’t really need to be guarded.

 Shay rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. You got to see Derrick two days ago. Don’t be all bummed that he actually couldn’t come here on Christmas.”

 I crossed my arms. “You know, I don’t get it.”

 “Get what?” he growled.

 “Get why you’re still so upset with me. Why did you help us elope? Clearly it wasn’t an act of love for your sister.”

 He closed his eyes and opened them slowly. “I did it for my best friend Derrick. Not my sister.” Then he brushed past me to the staircase and descended downstairs to where the party was being held.

[fandomstuckportal]

PF: no

TF2: Y e s.

PF: N O

TF2: Y E S

PF: N O

[thebellamysblake-blog]

Bickering Siblings || Octavia and Bellamy

Bellamy had just left the medical tent and he was fuming. He walked with his jaw clenched and his hands curled into tight fists. His face remained expressionless, but in the inside he was burning with fury. Each step he took was filled with more vexation than the last. They were suppose to be a team. All of them. Everyone in the camp. Teams don't take swings at each other and call it a self defence lesson.

Bellamy knew it was vital that he got this whole situation under control before chaos erupted in the camp. He was already facing pressure for allowing Lincoln into the camp; he couldn't afford letting the camp become even more divided. Especially if the divide would involved his sister. Bellamy's mind couldn't help but stray to the last time the camp faced such tensions. It was when Murphy was still around. Things had gotten so out of hand that it almost resulted in his execution. 

He walked around the camp, his eyes darting through the crowds looking for Octavia. He let out an irritated groan when he couldn't find her. Bellamy was prepared to give up his search until eventually his eyes landed on the back of her familiar head. He trudged through the camp until he stood behind her, "Octavia. We need to talk. Now."

[glitteringcontestidol]

And now everyone knows why we can't take Jaune into cafes with us. No shirt, no shoes, no service. But he refuses to listen. "I never wore them before. Why do I need to now?" I'll tell you why you're slowing us down and we have to keep buying you food.

At least put some sandals on you fucker. You look like a hobo.