my name is eden, i’m 15 and i’m from australia. i write sometimes about your favourite characters and i like alot of music stuff like kpop (mostly seventeen nowadays.) i’m open to people asking for fics to be written and i’ll like practically write about anyone (practically in very heavy quotations please look at the rules). i mostly write angst stuff, or fluff depending on the day and how i feel. i don’t write very often but when i do i can shoot a fic out in like less then a couple of hours tbh 😭.
rules! -
- i do not write smut.
- i do not write about step-cest or incest. (step siblings ect.)
- i will not write about a minor x adult ship.
- i will not write anything like, deeply explicit. (over the clothes stuff only guys alright.)
help ik you probably don't write for any of the dandoms I'm in but... I love your orange layout!! that was my favorite manga of all time, i start crying whenever I read it 😭
also k-pop fan??? who's ur ult??
hello!!!! I LOVE ORANGE!!!
i’m a seventeen ult ❤️❤️ my ult bias is mingyu and my bias wreckers right now atm are dino and vernon. svt is like my main overall group but i listen to alot of different ones
When I’m looking through the “x reader” tag, and even the TITLE SAYS “character x reader”, but when I start to read the fic it says “you have blonde hair, blue eyes, and your name is Hannah.”
sneak peek on my new fic…….. pls stay tuned… (please…)
from the sea, to the stars.
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"how dare he?"
she booms, her voice making the maids in the corner shiver from the sheer volume of her voice. something about a large battle between the two over a plot of flourishing land. this had all started too sudden for you to really process it. your mother, great empress, patroness and sovereign of wisdom, athena, had defeated the ethnarch of sounio, poseidon, in a battle for said land, prompting conflict and tension to tighten between the two empires.
"i tell you my olive, men like that, not even worth a breath."
the battle for athens was long, hard and blood-spilling. all words your mother used far more intellectual synonyms you couldn't really be bothered to reply to. in a fit of rage of his loss, emperorer poseidon declared war on your own empire, now your whole kingdom was preparing for a years-lasting war.
a war he wouldn't win.
your mother continued her tangent for what felt like eons passing by. about his appearance, his poor attitude towards the women in his kingdom, his temperamental behaviour, his weak leadership skills. everything she got her claws on she said something about.
you watch as your brothers mirror your movements, picking at their food uninterested in your mothers downright shocking remarks, the realisation of a death-staining war on the horizon sends a chill up your arms.
athena continues, her rage dies. she becomes lethaly calm, her voice shifting to a collected tone. you can't tell what she says as she mumbles under her cold breath. you and every other person in the room freezes like marble as she speaks again, her body relaxed as she breathes out and then in, “send the general a letter, alexandra. tell him to prepare for war.” she commanded her maid, your skin crawled, the thought of war and the impending doom lingering on your mind.
I desperately need crazy unhinged bossgirl woman and their pathetic man representation. And by that I mean intelligent, ambitious, unhinged, disgustingly educated but hyperfeminine, that knows how to fight magnifically and are mad science smart queens that would do what is needed to get what they want and need, and their husband/boyfriend supporting and following them around like lovesick puppies.
percy jackson hcs for hogwarts color houses?
(if you wanted to - maybe for reader too?)
(this has been marinating in my drafts for MONTHS)
PERCY JACKSON!
- im a firm believer in percy being harry in another universe
- if harry wasnt a BBBBBITCH
- gryffindor prefect whether you like it or not. (turned head boy, lily and james situation over here.)
- 1/3 star trio (somehow percy’s in it)
- would and could beat the shit out of harry potter
- IS DEFINITELY A QUIDDITCH PLAYER
- probably a seeker or a chaser but im getting off topic
- hes a prefect that all the first years look up to yk
- like those cool older students that you want to be when your fresh in high school.
- “percy is so cool!“ “i wanna be a prefect like percy!”
- loves the attention ngl
- sneaks around to ravenclaw table to sit with annabeth (or you) and then when he gets caught he goes “i was just asking her something!” when he knows damn well he was flirting with her.
- you can tell by the shit-eating grin on his face. ^
- definitely is in a organised wand fighting club
- most likely is a pain in the ass for the teachers but he gets good grades (thanks to his girlfriend) and he probably has saved the school from some sort of magical monster once or twice
- secretly avada kadavra’d a fly once (felt bad afterwards and held a funeral for the fly)
ANNABETH CHASE!
- ravenclaw head girl.
- 2/3 of the star trio
- everyone loves annabeth, shes like the star student.
- “ask annabeth she knows.” “annabeth can you help me with this question?”
- gods shes smart but shes more than that.
- she likes to hide away in one of the towers and she makes castles ans structures out of toothpicks she steals from the tables at breakfast, lunch and dinners.
- also a student alot of the first years look up to.
- but mainly the girls like annabeth.
- the ones who felt they weren’t ever going to be smart enough or were never going to amount to enough.
- annabeth would smile sweetly at them and remind them to believe in themselves.
- is the only person percy really listens to.
- percy could be messing around and not listening in a class and the moment annabeth even mutters a word starting with p hes sat on a chair, hands in his lap, posture straight and mouth SHUT.
GROVER UNDERWOOD!
- now i don’t want to stereotype… im not that type of girl.
- hufflepuff prefect
- AND BEFORE ALL OF YOU COME ALONG AND START WHINIGN AND CRYING “I HATE HUFFLEPUFF” BLAHS BALAHA BALAHA SHUT UP.
- he loves his house and takes so much pride in it
- i don’t think he’d like playing quidditch but he would be in the front row seats cheering on hufflepuff
- and if his house wasn’t playing he’s there cheering for percy
- 3/3 of the star trio.
- grover “my bf” underwood is a hufflepuff.
- alot of the younger kids look out for grover in a crowd
- especially the misbehaving gryffindor kids that are running away from clarrise
- if they can’t find percy they cower behind grover
- and grover being the big hearted boy he is he stands guard of the kids despite shitting his pants himself
- he loves his house.
- he loves care of magical beasts class
- all the new hufflepuff kids IN GENERAL always go to him for directions which makes him 1 too many times late to class. but im like so sure the teachers know and love him so they let him off with just a soft warning.
- “i’m so sorry professor! i was helping a first-“ “just sit down underwood.”
- to all those fans that watched fantastic beasts, grover is 100% using a tower like newt did with new beasts he finds.
- has probably accidentally wandered into the forbidden forest with annabeth and percy by chance. (he wanted to find a unicorn)
- some random slytherin kid picked on a hufflepuff first year and grover ripped the kid a new one. hes loyal to his house 💔
- he had to get a new wand once or twice because he used to chew on it in exams (when he got especially anxious)
CLARRISE LA RUE !
- despite her being sometimes rude
- i do think she’d also be in gryffindor 😭
- kinda like an arrogant, “im better than you” gryffindor
- like how she is in the show and most of the books towards percy
- but underneath her hard exterior shes soft towards the ones she loves and is close to
- also a quidditch GOD
- the most exhilirating beater to watch in quidditch.
- alot of first year girls also admire clarrise
- more so the ones that want to be strong and join quidditch.
- EXTREMELY PROUD TO BE A GRYFFINDOR
- she REPS THAT SHIT HARD
- “i think slytherin is co-“ “GRYFFINDOR IS THE BEST HOUSE SHUT UP”
- extremely prideful of her colours and her house
- a little bit too much sometimes
- when someone loses house points you better pack it up and run because miss girl is hunting for you (looking at you percy)
LUKE CASTELLAN !
- erm
- slytherin head boy
- “luke is so cool!” “and hes hot..” “but percy’s better!”
- theres luke people and then theres percy people
- luke is alot more cunning in the sense that he openly does things to capture more hearts and beat percy in this ongoing war (he will be the hottest prefect.)
- probably descended from a line of gryffindors but then he popped out
- seeker in qudditch but also is a good chaser due to his build
- THE slytherin boy.
- he is so unbelievably good at quidditch and leads slytherin to most of their wins.
- another star student here
- “why can’t you be more like luke?”
- maybe has possibly been an inside spy for he who can not be named. (voldymort)
- definetly in that chamber of secrets fucking shit up
- such a helpful head boy.
- like he loves his house and will die in green
- this guy probably has every single passage in hogwarts mapped out perfectly like dimensions and all.
- may or may not be plotting something in the forbidden forest.
summary : you hated hermes almost more than luke. to the point that you’d kill him.
!!! : erm i hope u like this.. i didnt proofread this im sorry pookies. 😞
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bound to him by blood, connected by pure coincidence. luke tried to forget it, tried to find his family instead of just having one.
only a fool would deny that luke was stuck in his fathers palm despite his dad being everywhere but where he was needed most. every single thought that ran through lukes head was the way his father probably laughed without him, smiled without him and was content without him. luke knew that he had other demi-god kids and they needed hermes as much as luke had, and yes it was selfish, but gods did he want to kill his dad.
bitterness rolls off of lukes tongue as the iris message fades, a sour frown imprinted onto his features. you push the door open to the hermes cabin and you walk to stand beside luke. your hand grabs onto his arm gently and his expression softens.
“what’s wrong?”
“my dads around in long island, he wants to meet.” the last word of that sentence ends with a hard and exagerated t.
“you don’t have to go and see him luke.”
lukes eyes meet yours as you move to stand infront of him. he opens his mouth, words ache to be released but nothing releases for a moment and only an exhale escapes.
“i’m going to.” he nods, he face turns away from you to miss the way your face contorts into a slight confused and worried lour.
you two go back and fourth. your trying to convince him to leave his dad in the dark, get him back for all the years he didnt talk to him. but luke, he couldn’t. for some reason there was this feeling inside of him to go, and eventually he convinced you to go with him to a nearby diner and sit down with his dad.
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you both, hand in hand, walk into the small retro-style café. you see hermes sat in a booth waiting for his son. rain poured outside, making the sign on the roof glow throughout the night.
you watched as luke made eye contact with his dad, the way his lip twitched into a frown, the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly and how fucking badly he wanted to stand there and shout. but he didn’t. he walked over, calm and collected to his father and he sat across from him.
it disgusted you. rage filled up into your bones and the marrow in your bones seemingly hardened at the very sight of lukes father. it was enraging the way spoke, “you look great luke”. hermés smiles.
all luke can muster up is a grunt in reply and a squeeze to your palm. 8 years he had been gone, 8 years of no sight of him, not even a 50c birthday card. pure radiosilence.
you would kill hermés if you could.
you imagined doing it, getting back at him for all the pain he caused luke. your parents wouldn’t approve and zeus would the gods smite you down. but you would still do it.
lukes nails dug into the fabric of your jeans above your knee and you tried to keep your expression neutral but you seethed. you could feel how it affected luke despite the way his lips curled into a soft smile.
anger fell from your shoulders around you and you could feel the fire crawl up your back infecting you with its fury. it infuriated you how similar they looked, the way their eyes glimmered the same way under the lights. you hated the way hermes looked like luke, or maybe how luke looked like hermes. you thought about how your thumbs would press into the irises of the gods eyes until they bursted like those pearls you get in boba.
lukes eyes softened in a sad way, his brown eyes finding the table more interesting than his father infront of him and you can tell, your heart can tell how badly he hated it. you let out an ahem sound and they both look to you, “we ought to get going, its quite late and i imagine you have much work to do.” you stand from your seat and you pull luke up with you.
“let me give you both a lift home.”
“no it’s quite alright.”
you both walk, a tad bit too quickly, out the door. luke could just feel hermes’ gaze on the back of his head like a shadow almost. your hand slips into luke’s and you lead him in the wrong direction of camp, to try and lose the god. (you can never really lose them.)
your mind couldn’t stop thinking about it, how you would tear down all of olympus for luke. how you would kill a god for him. you didn’t really understand how luke kept nodding along and smiling slightly at hermes’ words. how the gods words didn’t seep into his blood and his bones making him feel furious like they did to you.
you would kill hermes if luke let you, quick and easy. you remembered how his nails dug into your knee, how his smile never faltered. you would kill him if he let you, dig your nails into the bulbs in his eye sockets and make sure luke and his siblings are the only ones to ever wear the same ones.
“your bound to him by pure coincidence. its all relative. you don’t owe him shit even if he said you did.” you say to luke, your eyes glancing up to his face for a moment and you catch the way a tear rolls down his cheek. your hands reach towards him, cupping the sides of his face your thumbs brushing at the wet trails on his cheeks.
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