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[nadiuu]

—Vas a ser la peor de mis distracciones, Mail Jeevas.

El ángel caído - Capítulo 26: Metamorfosis

[tagthescullion]

Since Coach Hedge is one hundred and six due to the whole satyrs aging slower thing, I think it would be really cool if he'd somehow been involved with the di Angelos back in the 1940s, unlikely as that is. Like if he was supposed to be the satyr to bring Bianca and Nico to camp, so he went to the di Angelos only for Hades to refuse to let them go and a week later for Bianca and Nico to be presumed dead along with Maria. This would also fit the theme of the same satyr bringing multiple Big Three kids to camp - Grover brought Thalia, Percy, Bianca, and Nico, and Hedge almost brought Bianca, Nico, and Jason.

it would also explain why hades was so sure camp wanted nico and bianca. I have zero self control so here's a fic about it (apologies for mistakes, I was watching house md as I wrote this)

Double Edged Sword

(AO3 link)

“Ade, there’s a very short…” Maria glimpsed at the satyr’s badly hidden hoof coming off his shoe as he tapped his foot on the ground, and a face that couldn’t be older than 25, “man out here asking for the children.”

Maria heard, rather than saw, Hades coming out of the shadows by the archway to the living room.

He was wearing his stoic mask on his face by the time he reached her side.

“Lord Hades,” said the satyr with a small bow —it grated Maria’s nerves that he wasn’t capable of proper respect towards Hades, but she kept quiet—. “I was sent by—”

“I know who sent you.” Hades stated, his voice cold. “I also do not care for your formalities, you’re not taking the children.”

The satyr furrowed his brow. 

“Listen… sir,” the satyr insisted, crossing his arms around a hand holding a baseball bat. “There seems to be something lost in…”

“Are you threatening me?” 

Hades’ eyebrow of disbelief was up, which meant Maria had to intervene. “Ade, mio caro, why don’t we bring the fellow in. We’ll discuss whatever he has to say calmly over tea.”

He looked as willing to agree as the snarky satyr in front of them, but these were Maria’s lodgings, and if there was any honour in either of them, they’d agree for her sake.

She stared at Hades for a couple of seconds, enough for him to get the message.

“All right,” he agreed at last. “Let us speak inside.” He glared at the satyr. “But stay well away from my children.”

Maria rolled her eyes but let it slip. If she was honest, it made warmth spread through her to hear Hades defend their children so vehemently.

She softly pushed him out of the way, and extended her arm towards the living room. 

“Mr…”

“Hedge,” the satyr said. “Gleeson Hedge.”

“All right, Mr Hedge,” she said, turning from the door and walking towards the tea cart. “If you’ll follow me. Do you drink tea, coffee?”

The satyr shook his head. “No.” He hesitated for a second. “No, thank you.”

Maria nodded —there went her idea of having some coffee—, then sat on the sofa, leaving an armchair for the satyr. She hoped he wouldn’t leave any kind of farm animal smell on her cushions.

Hades perched on the sofa’s arm, next to her, a godly wall between the goat-man and herself.

“Ma’am,” Gleeson said, his voice slightly softer than it had been. “You know your children are demigods. You should also know the threats they face.”

“I am not either of my brothers,” Hades scoffed. “I wouldn’t have lied about…”

Maria put a hand on his arm. “I know their lives will be complicated,” she looked up to Hades, “but he’ll help them. They’ll be protected.”

Gleeson gave them a funny look. He set his eyes on Hades. “You wouldn’t lie to her, but you’d make promises you can’t keep? Gods aren’t allowed to stay with their demigod children.”

Hades’ arm tensed under her hand, his eyes had hardened with anger. “That’s a rule for Olympians, a group from which I am notably excluded.”

She squeezed his arm. “The reason doesn’t matter.” She turned towards the satyr. “My children don’t need to go anywhere, they will be brought up with their family, that’s more than enough.”

The satyr seemed to consider his next step. “It’s only a summer camp, children in the US attend these to have fun during the summer. There’s sports, activities, and self-defence lessons. Children of the Big Three Gods usually stay year-round, like a boarding school.”

“No boarding schools,” Maria said. “I went to finishing school, I hated it. My children will live with me. And they won’t be spending all their summer holidays away. Is this something most parents of demigod children agree to?”

Gleeson shrugged. “Most parents know their limitations.” He clearly thought that was to have an effect on her, obviously, he didn’t know her well. “It’s hard to be a mother of children who…”

“Don’t bore us with assumptions,” Hades interrupted. “You don’t care how difficult or not this would be for her, and you certainly don’t want my children in that place to protect them. You want to surveil them. To make sure they grow up fearing,” Gleeson frowned, “forgive me, respecting my brother and his sycophants more than they love me.”

“That’s foolish,” she said. “You’re their father, of course they’ll love you more than an uncle they don’t know.”

“That’s not what…” Gleeson tried, but Hades was quicker.

“Demigods are considered weapons for the gods,” Hades explained. “We can’t overstep each other’s domains, so we use our children as tools, or soldiers. My dear brother fears I’ll use Nico and Bianca to threaten his power.” He snorted. He turned towards the satyr who shrunk into his seat involuntarily. “Tell Chiron he can be at ease. I don’t plan on risking my children’s wellbeing over petty revenge.”

Gleeson looked awfully uncomfortable. Clearly, Hades had been spot on in his deduction. 

“The conversation is going into a tangent,” Gleeson said. His voice was tight and there was a vein in his temple that looked about to burst. “It wasn’t Lord Zeus who asked for your children. I imagine he must’ve mentioned them to Chiron, it was him who sent me here.”

Hades huffed. “And whose interest does Chiron work for, I wonder.”

Maria stood up and walked towards the window. From up in the hotel’s fourth floor, she could see the whole park across the street. She spotted Nico and Bianca, running around with some other children who’d been staying a floor below theirs. 

She wanted them safe, of course she did, but the satyr had all but confirmed Hades’ suspicions that his family wanted to train her children to resent or mistrust their father.

She focused back on the conversation behind her, still petty retorts from both parties. 

“I’m sorry,” she told the satyr. “But your trip has been in vain. My children will remain here.”

The satyr’s frown deepened. “Lady, here’s the deal…”

“No.” Her voice was firm. “I won’t budge. I don’t care if your… superiors are upset about my decision. They are my children, and I know what’s best for them.”

“They’ll be overrun by monsters, by creatures wishing them ill!”

Maria took a deep breath. “That is why they will have their father to rely on.”

Gleeson turned to Hades. “You know that won’t do, they’ll be sending somebody else to convince her.”

“I am right here!” Maria snapped. 

“I’ll be waiting.” Hades promised at the same time. “Go, tell Chiron what’s transpired here. Let him send whoever he wants.”

Gleeson stood up muttering under his breath.

Maria walked him to the door and saw him off, stomping angrily down the stairs with his bat.

She jumped when she heard Hades say behind her: “He’s right to think my brother won’t let this go. We have to find a solution that protects you three properly.”

She looked at him. “You wouldn’t let anything happen to them.”

Hades shook his head, taking her hand in his. “Nothing Camp Half-Blood can send is a threat, but if either of my brothers gets involved… You’d be safer elsewhere.”

“I can’t decide to go away!” She argued. 

Hades looked her in the eye. “You left Veneto because you knew they’d be coming for you, for them. This is the same.”

“It’s not the same, back home…”

Hades held her face in his hands, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. “That satyr will take around twenty four hours to get back to New York. That’s how long you have to decide.” He let go of her, turning to face down the window. “I’ll stay with the children until I’m sure he’s gone.”

He melted in a puddle of shadow. 

Maria leaned into the windowsill to find Nico and Bianca.

There they were, trying to keep a see-saw balanced between them. Next to them, in a bench under the shadow of a tree, sat their father, studying the park, undoubtedly daring the satyr to approach.

Maria sighed. What a bloody mess.

[sigdom]

Recuerdo que en uno de mis fics tuve que escribir bajo el punto de vista de Antonio, siempre alegre y despistado como él solo, y precisamente tuve que describir que no se daba cuenta de sus propios sentimientos por Lovino, lo cual resultó terriblemente DIFÍCIL de hacer, me costó bastante.

Pero resulta que escribir sobre él estando DEPRIMIDO es casi tan complicado o más.

En resumen, por eso estoy tardando en actualizar mi fic >_<.

[aristotelescorcega]

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Su elección de palabras hizo que Diego pensara en tres cosas, primero: molestar, Mensostóteles no tenía ni idea de lo que se le vendría encima, –ugh, no– de lo que se le avecinaba, Diego iba a molestarlo a diestra y siniestra por convertirlo en un voyeur en contra de su voluntad. Segundo: en ningún momento dijo –ni Temo– que ya no lo volverían hacer, Ari solo dijo que serían cuidadosos. Tercero; le recordó de golpe que los encontró en la sala, sala que compartían con Diego y que hasta él había tenido la decencia de no profanar, los encuentros sexuales que había tenido en el depa se habían quedado entre las cuatro paredes de su habitación, como tenía que ser si tenías roomies.

(Cuatro veces que los cacharon con las manos en la masa y una vez que no.)

[murcielagatito]

babys first bettymina fic

[i-am-having-a-moment-here]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Pre-Scene: Globe Theatre 1601 (Good Omens), Secret Relationship, Implied Sexual Content, Sharing a Bed, Sleepy Cuddles, Sleeping Together, Kissing, Fluff, Light Angst, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Sharing Clothes Summary:

Londres, 1601. Después de una noche de amor en la intimidad de una posada, un ángel y un demonio deben separarse para cumplir con su deber. A ninguno de los dos le apetece, pero hay que mantener las apariencias para que la central no sospeche...

[kianobservation]

Yo lo seguí, el necesitaba ayuda, el me lo pidió y yo acepte.

El la mira a ella como yo lo miro a el.

Y ahora estamos acá atrapados.

[lila-negra]

¡NUEVO FIC!

Bueno... con lo duro que estuvo todo ayer, todavía no me da la cara para subir algo de Naruto. Así que les traigo el drabble de Armin reflexionando sobre la noche en que Eren *SPOILER del capítulo 123 del manga* los invita a emborracharse, del cual les hablé hace un tiempo. Se sugiere un poco de EreMin y EreRi, pero la verdad es que no hay parejas en este drabble, solo dolor. Si bien lo escribí hace más de un año, creo que sirve para representar mi estado de ánimo actual.

La portada es una edición mía. Gracias a Jazmín Negro por la primera lectura.

Título: Excusa

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin

Universo: Canon (capítulo 123 del manga)

Pareja: No hay ninguna explícita, pero se puede interpretar algo de EreMin y EreRi

Síntesis: La excusa del alcohol siempre funciona. Te había visto, a escondidas, usarla con el capitán. Había notado que incluso Mikasa, en ocasiones, aparentaba tomar para poder bajar la guardia al menos por un momento. Hanji hacía bromas sobre que era la mentira favorita de los jóvenes, pero en el Ejército nadie bebía tanto como los mayores. Yo apenas si había probado nada como esto. Pero cuando nos invitaste a tomar con vos, esa noche que ahora sé que era la última, me di cuenta de que estabas construyéndonos una excusa. 

Estado: Completo (Drabble)

Links:Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29885238

FFNET: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13834804/1/

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/261278947-excusa