do you have any good fics that are very Lester centric and a little whumpy, modern au or canon
It's a long road walking into the sun (The heat can make you lose your head, your sense of direction) by @worstdisastermaster
Day 3: Heatstroke
"Then the fiery essence fluttered and shimmered like a pool full of moth
wings—and the ichor vanished. The heat dissipated. The stone tiles
disintegrated into dust and rained into the empty pit. On my arms, the terrible
burns faded. The split skin mended itself. The pain ebbed to a tolerable level
of I’ve-just-been-tortured-for-six-hours agony, and I collapsed, shaking and
cold, on the stone floor."
In The Burning Maze, Helios heals Apollo from only his surface wounds.
Apollo is a full mortal.
Heatstroke isn't a surface wound.
:)
All the arrows that you've stolen/Split in half, now bum and broken by WhoReallyKnowsIJustNeededAUsername
When Lester turned himself in with Meg, he had convinced himself he was prepared for every possibility. He'd claim the source of Nero's divinity, destroy it, and kill the god-emperor, then move on to his final enemy. What he was not prepared for was to get forcibly adopted into Nero's Imperial Household.
As he awaits his backup, struggles to think of a way to get the plan back on track, and tries to see how Meg is faring in her own captivity, Lester must now also resist Nero's manipulations. In a true test of his newfound willpower, Lester must resist getting swept right back into the cycle of abuse as Nero pushes him from every angle possible.
-FIRST PERSON POV-
Tears fall like rain, washing away the pain by @campanula-istme
He deserved this. For Crust, for Jason, for Hyacinth, for Daphne and also for everyone who died because of him or were somehow hurt because of him. For his mother that had to have him. For his sister, he mostly just annoyed her and other people.
Or: Apollo/Lester is very (I mean like very very) sad boy
(+I’m not from any English speaking country so if there are some words wrong please tell me)
run for your children, for your sisters and brothers by @iicaru2
Six months ago, Apollo was cast out of Olympus as a sixteen-year-old mortal as punishment for allowing the prophecy to be revealed too early— even though a prophecy, by design, cannot be “too early,” but he digressed.
Today, a seventeen-year-old boy named Lester Papadopoulos stumbles out of the Empire State building, plants his clammy hands on his bloodstained knees, and promptly anxiety vomits onto the concrete.
(Or: After his trials are over, Apollo chooses to stay mortal. The aftermath is both more and less horrible than he could’ve possibly imagined.)
There is a light, I feel it in me, but only, it seems, when the dark surrounds me (there is a dream and it sleeps in me, keeps me awake in the night, crying, “set me free”) by FlameLovesGreekMythology
Day 6: Reunion
Apollo rose with a sob and hugged her tight. Like, rib-crushingly tight. If she'd been a mortal, Artemis was sure her bones would have snapped immediately. Only when she realized her twin was weeping into her shoulder did she snap back to the present.
"Woah, there." She patted his back awkwardly. "Okay, little fella. You're alright now. You made it." Despite her brother being the god of poetry, she simply could not find words that would suffice for how glad she was that he'd made it. The sheer amount of joy her heart swelled with almost hurt.
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