#AND DIO!!!!!!!! DIONYSUS I LOVE YOU

[castielsprostate]

i just finished KAOS and. WATCH IT. NOW. that's all i have to say oh my god

[bugwolfsstuff]

I want to give Mr D daddy issues but in the 'I was his favorite, what happened?' way

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things I would love to talk about in my pjo fic that don't fit so I just write them in my notes; part one

-the fully extent of the beef between Dionysius and Zeus. so, Dio is sent to Camp and basically imprisoned there because he apparently lusted after a nymph whom Zeus had his eyes set on. But not here! Knowing Dio's story and hate for heroes, and the fact that despite the many sexual aspects of his domains and powers he has only two demigod children, we can say with few doubts that he doesn't have children just with anyone. So he meets this person (that I hc as a woman but could literally be anything else) and has children with them. then he names them after two of his half-brothers, but then he even lives with them for a time- which goes against Zeus's rules. he cares about his half-bloods, and prob understands them more than any other god since he has been a demigod, at the mercy of merciless gods (ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves). after all Apollo only truly understood them when he was forced into being one. So, so, Pollux and Castor stay at Camp all year with their father, and from this I say their mortal parent is dead- otherwise why would they stay at Camp? they could be neglectful, I guess, but not here. and what, Dionysius forms a family with someone and then this someone dies and he coincidentally is punished by his father to live amongst mortals- amongst demigods, and watch as they die and meet the same end he could have met, without being able to do anything? so theory is Zeus punished Dionysus by also killing his lover. which makes their relationship even more strained than what it is and things more fun for me bc Dio is prob Zeus' most disliked son (Apollo this Apollo that Apollo is completely different shut up) (don't do that really)

-Clarisse's mother is a professional boxer, even a pretty famous one, but Clarisse has a terrible relationship with her (she's a year rounder, she doesn't even talk to her mother anymore, they barely see each other). despite this, after Camp Clarisse follows her footsteps and gets into boxing (she's a tank of a woman, my tank of a woman). she also works (something super simple that still makes her go mad, maybe something like being a shop assistant- or a bouncer, that would be cool), and makes enough money to pay for an apartment she shares with guess who, Chris, who's studying art! they're not in a relationship, Clarisse wouldn't touch a man with a ten feet pole (and she will soon have a thing with a woman at least three years older than her) (with a kid she had after high-school) (don't ask why), but they're besties and everybody knows it. Clarisse is the only thing keeping him from being homeless and still Chris is a noisy brat (when he's relaxed enough) and she loves him a lot (she deserves nice things)

-Hades is the tallest child of Kronos, and Nico, after more than a year spent between the Underworld (where he has a father and a stepmother ready to pamper him as he deserves) and both Camps (where he is somehow both considered a mythical creature and known as the chillest guy ever) hits his grow spurt (Hades is so proud) and is now taller than Will, who regrets ever making fun of Nico for his height. the image came to me like salvation. we love short kings but this was too funny.

[barxlupin]

@artemiisms ordered:

Dionysus is just gonna sit in James' lap. He wants attention!!

"I thought I'd gotten a boyfriend, not a cat."

James laughs, far from displeased at having the god curl up in his lap like a big, oversized cat. The deity even starts purring - yes, purring - when James runs his fingers through thick, wine-colored hair.

He had no plans of moving from the couch anyway - and even if he did, he'd cancel them instantly - and it's a night off work, so he's got all the time to cuddle with his beloved.

[merrrrrrrrrrru]

Your drawing style is so cute! I VERY LOVE it! Can we have a closer look at your Dionysus? Can we see him in the company of Hermes and Apollo, please? ////

Oh, and sorry if I spelled anything wrong, I'm really bad at English qwq

thank you! here ya go, i think dio's really fun

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hi! this is my first time reading lore rekindled, and I am amazed with the remake you have done for it

in a way that's lore accurate and still going with the flow of the storyline from Lore Olympus (that I stopped reading, tbh midway. the plot lost me. looking back, the characterization [and example is apollo on what he had done to kore, felt off and not him that that's how he's written in perse's life. glad you changed it up)

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Anyway, I wanted to start it off with I'm glad to have seen that yt recommended video of LR. Secondly, now that I have catched up to the latest episode, I was wondering why Hades is in the wrong here rather than Dio?

I've read it and felt that Dio was being an ass to Hades along the way.

Again, as the notes have written themselves, lovely episode, artisty, and visuals! looking forward to the future episodes 🤗

Ahh thank you so much!

I have gotten a few comments and questions about Dionysus and his behavior in Episode 68. It's sort of a perfect storm of conflicts that Dionysus took into his own hands to solve.

Biggest reason he was there at all was to personally confront Hades not for that specific instance of talking about Kore, but for past incidents, and with his newfound knowledge of Kore interning in the Underworld-

Dionysus may often speak in riddles and broken speech, but underneath he's essentially asked Demeter for permission to take matters into his own hands, permission which Demeter gives in a very hands-off way - she doesn't ask him to specifically confront and beat up Hades in the middle of The Olive Branch, but she's willing to let nature take its course in whatever direction it must take, and that was the direction Dionysus chose.

And really, he was just planning to beat Hades up. It was when Hades talked back that Dionysus decided to play even dirtier. It wasn't just out of spite, Hades was also technically overstepping the ruling that Zeus had given. Though he had a point that Dionysus was already playing dirty by ambushing him without warning, in this context where Zeus had given a ruling to Dionysus (even though it was played up for comedy) Hades was basically being a sore loser LMAO

(was Dionysus allowed to do this? Probably not, but considering we spent the majority of the episode trapped within Hades' mind, we've yet to see the consequences of Dionysus' own choices here.)

Aside from that, we also have to bear in mind that unlike Kore, Dionysus is an Olympian who already has his own constructed opinion of Hades from past lived experiences. He's not a complete stranger swooping in to protect Kore with zero context, he's been a part of Kore's life since she was born and has basically taken on the role of her honorary uncle; meanwhile, if blood-related DNA were at play, Dionysus is essentially Hades' nephew, and he's had more than his own fair share of run-ins with Hades over the years even before Kore was in the picture.

Of course, that's a lot of stuff we've yet to fully get into, but I mention it anyways as a reminder that, while Hades is clueless to Dionysus' affiliations with Kore, Dionysus isn't clueless when it comes to Hades' own patterns of behavior from the past, and so it automatically became a priority for him when he sensed those patterns repeating themselves.

All that said, none of that's to say that you have to even see Hades in the wrong! It's definitely a complicated matter that's also not being helped by Zeus, who's instigating a lot of the drunk gossip talk around the table, but like Dionysus, Zeus also knows Hades well enough to recognize his own behavior and faults, and he's doing what he's always done, albeit poorly - prodding people for the truth.

And then, of course, the fact that both Zeus and Hades were treating the wait staff poorly was just the icing on top of the shit cake. While Chloe is a denizen of Olympus - Zeus' domain - she was also acting the role of cupbearer, serving alcoholic beverages, which enters the grey area of Dionysus' domain as the god of wine. I get to have a lot of fun with those sorts of grey areas when writing out these scenarios LOL

TL ; DR: I think two things can be true. I think Hades absolutely deserves an ass-whooping for all the things he's done (so far) but I also think Dionysus is overstepping his own jurisdiction with Kore, especially when both she and Demeter will undoubtedly catch wind of his actions. As for how those consequences play out, well, we'll get to it eventually ;3 In the meantime, it makes for fun drama and I hope you continue to enjoy it! <3

[buggeeart]

Underworld Family!

Okay so- My lore will make sense I promise. This will be a massive lore dump, but just trying to get all the basic info out of the way. I’ll go more into character/lore detail with further posts because this family has utterly consumed me…

For one; Persephone’s hair changes depending on the season, usually around these colours.

Since it’s winter during her 4 months in the Underworld it’s white! It slowly starts fading back to pink for spring nearing the end of her stay.

Here is some of my Hades/Persephone Lore summed up to the barest of bones. They have a very slow burn which I will get into but essentially how they met/ended up.

Hades had always been wary of having children. He feared what happened to him with his father Kronos, the titan who attacked and nearly killed him when he was young, would happen to his son. After many MANY years he and Persephone agree to have a child. Zagreus. His first born son.

Unfortunately, Persephone had to leave shortly after Zag was born and Hades was left to raise him essentially alone, with Cerberus of course!(Gods age quicker to me)

Hades loved his son. But what he feared came true, as Hera and Kronos arrange for Zagreus’ death by titans. This utterly destroys Hades, he doesn’t even realize that Zeus, who saw potential in Zagreus, had taken his heart for himself.

Osiris (the egyptian gods exist in my lore but I will get into that another time.) offers to aid in a “Rebirth” of sorts, Hades is not in his right mind to refuse the chance of his son returning. Using Osiris’ blood and Zagreus’, Serapis is created.

I will lore post about Serapis another day, but he was raised away from the Underworld, his family, and gods entirely in Egypt. (He eventually reigns over Tartarus, and he is very efficient in torture, and WILL take his anger out on your soul!) Think beautiful, kind, respectful cult leader who promises peace to your soul, when actually he is tricking you into eternal damnation.

Zeus, with the heart of Zagreus, rebirths Dionysus. Who is raised without knowing who he truly is, Zagreus is hidden entirely from him. He grows up not really feeling like he truly knows himself. Which he hides through all his various theatrics and masks.

He doesn’t have any memories from Zagreus, only feelings. He feels closer to Hades than anyone else in the Overworld/Olympus, he just doesn’t know why. All his various tricks and jests against Hades are just him (Zagreus) subconsciously trying to get his attention.

It’s not for MANY many years until Dionysus finds out about his past as Zagreus, his father Hades, his life in the Underworld which was long forgotten and buried. Hades will always see Dio and his son, even if he is not truly ‘Zagreus’ anymore.

Eventually Hades and Persephone, now living in harmony with Dionysus again and Serapis to a certain extent. Decide to have another child, being Melinoë! Whom they all raise and live happily for a brief time.

Until Kronos returns. Who had been imprisoned in Tartarus since being overthrown. Taking over the Underworld and imprisoning Hades.

Luckily Persephone was in the Overworld, Dionysus able to escape only just, Melinoë was taken away and hidden, spending her days in a corner of the Underworld and her nights wandering the Overworld.

She was raised mostly alone, until she is able to find scrying pools in temples to view her past. Focusing on mastering her powers with the help of Hecate and on occasion Nyx, Melinoë can hide herself entirely as a shade and visit Hades. He’s not able to speak so as not to alert Kronos, so they learn to communicate silently.

Cerberus had been separated into three souls for his safety and each one remains with each child of Hades.

Serapis, who held a lot of resentment towards a lot of things, particularly Hades, joins Kronos. Melinoë, on Hades intrusion, told her how to seek out Dionysus and in turn Persephone. While Fio and Serapis have sort of a Dante and Vergil dynamic respectively. This is where I cease my natter natter natter of my lore!

Thank you so much for reading this far! Love this messed up family a lot and in some universe they are all happily living together, not this one tho.

I will definitely be posting more about this lot!

[nothing-impt]

(I lost my mind thinking about how the Fried Chicken Au came about and wrote a crack fic ft. Flying snakes. Also I am terrible at writing but I couldn't help myself)

---- “Ah, darling! There you are, as much as I love staring into your eyes, where is your blindfold?”  Hermes chirped, greeting the prophet as he sat next to him near the Lethe. Tiresias scoffed, “Oedipus came by today and pissed on all of them. I sent them to the wash.” “All of them?” “Every single one. Is everything alright? I was told you needed to meet me rather urgently.” He paused. “Is it about Odysseus? Did something happen to him?” Hermes cleared his throat. “No. My lovely great-grandson’s doing fine! He should be heading home pretty soon!” “So what’s the issue?” “...” “Hermes?” “Uh.. maybe you should just feel me to find out.” “Hermes, I am not falling for your tricks to get me to grope you.” “No, no! I’m being serious! Just trust me.” Tiresias leaned over and reached for where Hermes was supposed to be and his fingers brushed air. He scowled “There’s nothing there. I told you, no more tricks.” “You’re almost there! Just move your hands down a little!” “You better not be lying-” His fingers brushed against feathers. “Am I touching your shoes?” Hermes chuckled nervously “No?” The prophet pulled back “What exactly am I touching?” “Uh.. I’m kind of a dove now?” “Please tell me you’re joking.” Tiresias deadpanned. “I wish I was! One moment I was delivering messages and the next- boom! I was a bird! Here, touch me again!” A nearby soul wolf whistled and Tiresias hushed him, face burning  “Please, don’t say it like that!” he bent down and stroked dove Hermes, who crooned happily. “Maybe I should bring you to Lord Hades. He might have an answer.” Dove Hermes (Dovemes?) squawked out a laugh and ruffled his feathers. “I doubt it, all the Olympians have been affected. Dad’s currently an eagle, Polly’s a crow and Arty’s a quail. Don’t get me started on Uncle P, he’s a blue seagull! But Dio’s a little scary…” “What bird did Lord Dionysus turn into? A hawk?” “Worse. He turned into this purple flamingo-looking sculpture. He doesn’t move. Just stares. He kept asking for a drink though. Dad told the nymphs to dunk him in a bowl of wine so we all didn’t have to look at him. Aphrodite was super creeped out. She’s a swan, by the way.” Tiresias shuddered, “A curse must have been afflicted for Olympians to turn this way. Especially Lord Dionysus, to be deprived of movement.” Dovemes crooned in agreement as Tiresias continued to pet his feathers. “Anyway, it’s highly likely that Uncle Hades is a bird too! Look, he’s here now- Oh. nice eyes Uncle H!” Tiresias reached over to grab his staff and stood to greet the ruler of the Underworld. “Lord Hades.” “Greetings, Tiresias. Nephew, I see you have told the prophet about our predicament?” Dovemes lets out a chirp, “Yup! Wow, Uncle, I’m really digging the dazed look you’re going for- ow!” Tiresias prodded Hermes with his staff once more. “He may be your uncle, but don’t forget who you’re talking to. May I ask what bird you are Lord Hades?”

The sound of the ruffling feathers was heard, “I am a Potoo. Though I suppose we are centuries before its kind is made known to Greece. Excuse me, while I go find my wife to explain why her husband is currently a bird from  unknown origins.” With a squawk and a beat of wings, Hades left. Dovemes sighed, “Well, I better get going.” Tiresias raised a brow, “What? But you’re still stuck as a bird!” “Dad just sent out a message, he wants all of us to gather in Olympus to figure this out. I won’t visit for a while, but you can have this!”

Tiresias felt a small-clawed foot slip a feather into his palm. "Wait. Hang on-"

“I’ll see you around, darling!” And Dovemes flew off.

Tiresias sighed. What in Zeus’ name is going on?

[dilemmaontwolegs]

For the love of god(dess) || CL16 {1}

A/N & Summary: Greek God/dess AU. This was a draft I had wasting away with reincarnation trope. Reader is the goddess of love. I don't even know what I am doing anymore lol Warnings: reader injury, blood WC: 2.2k Part One || Two

“Do you ever stop working?”

You leered across the scrying bowl to the unwelcome guest waltzing into your sanctum. “Unlike some, my work never ends.”

“Come now, I remember a time when you used to love my little soirées,” Dionysus whispered in your ear as he dipped his finger in the bowl, disturbing the still waters. The god of debauchery had never held just a little party, there was a reason hedonism and excess had been celebrated for millennia. “Take one night off. It will be one to remember.”

“Liar,” you said with a smile despite yourself. “I still don’t have any memory of the last one.”

He winked and flicked the droplet of water from his finger at you playfully, “Then I am doing my job right. It’s on earth…”

Damn, the god knew how to pique your interest. Thousands of years watching through the haze of the scrying bowl did little to capture their humanity. Whenever you could, you used to walk among them to see the fruits of your labour. 

“Love, you are eternal - yet you waste away in this…” he drifted off as he looked around the empty stone room, carvings depicting your greatest champions along the walls, “place.”

While the other gods had their golden palaces you were content in the temple that had once been filled with priestesses who served the deity you once were. A shell of who you used to be reflected back in the still water. What was the Goddess of Love with a broken heart? Cold and empty like this temple.

Your thoughts darkened and shadows crept along the walls before you took a deep breath. It had been a few decades since you had some fresh air, maybe it was for the best to get out. “Fine. One night.”

Dio grinned and swept an arm around your waist before leading you to the door. The sunlight hit your face and you cursed Apollo until your eyes adjusted to the brightness. The drunken god took one look at the white robe you wore, a silver sash tied at the waist, and tutted.

“I know beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but this won’t do.”

“Any other insults?” you dared as you cast a hand over yourself, the white cotton bleeding to a deep red leather skin that hugged your body and accentuated your assets. A black corset snapped at the contours of your waist and pressed your breasts up, the armour unnecessary but as familiar as breathing. The others may have forgotten the great war but your heart remembered the loss and you swore you would not leave yourself vulnerable again. 

He let out a low whistle and shook his head. 

“Oh, one more thing.” Your bow and quiver snapped into place across your back and drew a groan from Dio. “What?” Your eyes darted to the chalice that was forever held in his left hand. “You have your attachments, I have mine.”

He held his cupped hand up, wine sloshing over the rim, and pointed a finger at you. “Firstly, this is a curse - not a choice. And secondly, this is useful to drink out of.”

“Maybe you should have been more careful where you stuck your dick.”

“I didn’t know the nymph was one of Zeus’ favourites, obviously,” Dio grumbled before setting off down the path that would lead to the mortal realm.

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Las Vegas, Mortal Realm, 2023 PIW (Post-Immortal-Wars)

You already knew the party would be a large one, but this was big even by Dionysus’ standards. Thousands of people imbibed in the free flowing alcohol and danced under strobe lights in Sin City, his favourite playground. Dio sent a mischievous wink before he touched the champagne tower and his power imbued with the liquor to increase the effect and ensure everyone was on the same level as him.

“Drink, Love,” he ordered as he tipped the rim of his glass to your lips. Sweet wine warmed your throat as much as his power did and you drank it down knowing that for at least a few minutes your cares would be diminished - but they always came back too soon. “Now dance.”

Your hips swayed and your hands found themselves moving above your head as the lights mesmerised you. Human scents came and went as they moved around you, their pheromones calling to your power as they found lovers, if only for the night. One particular scent caught your attention and you followed it to find Dio talking to the human. He had been god touched and the mark glowed on his brow - not that the mortals could see it.

“Love, this is the man of the hour,” Dio gushed, casting a hand to the party as if it were all for him. “Max here won the race.”

You didn’t know what race he was referring to, nor did you care. “Of course he did,” you stated dryly. Max was Nike’s champion and Nike was the Goddess of Victory in everything except what mattered. “Congratulations.”

You grabbed Dio’s hand and drank your fill from his cursed chalice in the hopes it would douse the fire that ignited in your veins. If Nike had fought alongside you in the war instead of wasting her time with her Olympians and their silly sports then maybe Károlos would have survived. Maybe you would do more than just survive eternity alone.

“Sorry, she doesn’t get out much,” Dio joked, clapping the victor on the arm. “Drink, my friend. The night is young and life is short.”

You slipped away into the sea of bodies, drifting through until a cool breeze called from the balcony and you escaped to the quiet. Your breath exhaled with a heaviness only an immortal could carry and a chuckle startled you.

“Fuck, not another one. Can’t I have one moment of peace?” you groaned as his scent found you before the handsome man stepped out of the shadows of the corner he had been hiding in.

“Sorry,” he apologised. “This was my hiding place first.”

The mark of the Adonis glowed beneath the dark hair that fell over his forehead and you internally scoffed at the god’s vanity. The man standing before you would have been stuck down if he showed his face in Olympus, he was far too good looking it would be considered an offence to the petty gods. And those eyes, green eyes just like...You had to look away before you could finish that thought.

“What do you have to hide from?” you asked, leaning against the rail as you watched fireworks explode among the stars. “You’re a champion.”

“You must have me confused with someone else,” he laughed bitterly.

“I know a champion when I see one.” You felt Dionysus breeze onto the balcony before you heard his drunken laugh behind you, the bitter smell of blackthorn root on his breath from the drug he had smoked.

“Love, eternal Love, I found you,” he slurred as hugged your back, the feathered fletches from the quiver of arrows irritating him. “Must you wear these prickly things?”

Before you could stop him, he ripped an arrow out, the sharpened point catching the side of your neck. A hiss of pain escaped your lips as blood trickled down your throat and the power that kept the weapons hidden from mortal sight broke with the bead of blood on the tip. 

Adonis’ champion gasped as his mind raced to piece together what he was seeing. A woman bleeding and a man holding the weapon. His eyes narrowed and he leapt at Dio, trying to wretch the bloodied arrow from him before he could attack you again. You could have laughed at how futile the attempt was for a mortal to attack a god but said god was higher than Zeus’ perch in his palace and rotten drunk off his wine. 

The fates must have been laughing their asses off as the mortal and god collided, both tumbling to the floor before the mortal screamed in pain.

A hand reached into your chest, at least that was how it felt when the fire exploded inside you. “No, no, no, no,” you cried as Dio fell away from the mortal and you saw the arrow buried in the champion's chest. “What have you done?”

The fire faded as the bond snapped into place and you hated how you suddenly feared for the mortal. That fear had you rushing to his side and falling to your knees as Dio stared at his hands. “I, I didn’t mean to,” he stammered. 

Even the mortals knew the power those arrows held, the stories were told throughout the ages of how just a nick from one could make strangers, enemies even, fall for each other in an instant. The greatest weapon of all was love and it had the power to destroy even the immortals. And Dio had just stabbed the mortal with one, coated in your blood. Blood that bonded.

You gripped the shaft and tugged the arrow out of his chest before slamming your hand over the wound and pouring your energy into it, sealing it closed. He reached for your hand that was slick with his blood and you let him hold it, unable to fight the love that came from your own power. 

“You’ll be okay,” you promised him before narrowing your eyes at Dio. “You, not so much.”

“It was an accident, I swear, it was like I couldn’t control myself. Charles just jumped-”

Your eyes flared silver as you looked back at the unearthly green shade of his eyes. Same eyes, same name, Adonis’ champion. You had foolishly thought Adonis had chosen the mortal for his beauty, but if the mortal was reincarnated then he would also bear the mark on his brow.

“Károlos,” you whispered as a feeling of rightness settled across the universe.

Charles frowned at the name but understood the tenderness in the tone, such a sweet sound. His chest no longer burned and smooth skin met his palm as he felt for the wound that had healed, but the blood on his shirt was proof he had not imagined it all. 

“Who are you?” he asked as he rose to his feet, tasting his blood on his tongue.

You flinched at the question and looked to the stars. “I go by many names, but you may call me Y/N.”

“You called me Károlos.”

“That was your name the first time you walked the earth,” Adonis said, appearing on the balcony in a flash of light. “Károlos, Karlaz, Carl, Charles - it’s always the same. A hundred lifetimes lived, always searching, always waiting. All for this moment.”

When Károlos had been killed you had stormed to the Underworld ready to bargain with Hades, but he had said Károlos wasn’t in the Elysian Fields. You hadn’t believed him in your anger. All this time, Adonis had kept his soul safe. 

You reached behind to your quiver and drew an arrow, grabbing your bow and notching it. “You had two thousand years to tell me he was alive.”

Adonis held his hands up, shifting closer to Dio ready to sacrifice him as a shield. “You think the fates would let me tell you! I did what I could but you were happy to grovel alone in your temple.”

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Charles asked, wondering why no one had come to see what was going on, except when he looked at the party everyone was frozen like the time had come to a stop.

“I was grieving! And now I will have to mourn him anew, because he’s fucking mortal!”

Adonis grinned and you debated releasing the arrow. “Are you sure about that? Is that not your blood that runs in his veins now? I can smell it on him.”

You paused. Your blood had been on the arrow, immortal blood. You and Charles had gravitated to each other without realising it and you inhaled as you leaned a little closer. There was still a hint of that fresh mortal scent but it was an undercurrent to the aether that grew stronger with each breath. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Charles snapped as you dissected him with your eyes like an experiment. “And why is no one else moving?”

You unnotched the arrow and waved the feathered end at Adonis. “We are going to have words about this later.” The beautiful god nodded before disappearing in a flash of light.

“So I'm forgiven, right?” Dio asked with a shy smile. “Told you it would be one to remember.”

You held a hand up to silence him and looked at Charles. “I don’t know how to answer your questions without making more. It might be easier if I show you.”

He accepted your hand without hesitation and you wondered how much of that was the force of the bond or because on some unconscious level his soul recognised yours. Either way, you smiled at the warmth between your skin before leaving the mortal realm behind.

“Where are we going?” he asked as the stars faded with the lights of Sin City.

“Home.”

–

For Reference: Dionysus - God of Wine and Pleasure Nike - Goddess of Victory Adonis - God of Beauty, Desire and Rebirth Károlos - (Old derivative for Charles) A warrior who was fated to be your soulmate before being killed protecting you in the Immortal Wars. Reincarnated as Charles Leclerc by Adonis. Olympus - Immortal Realm

Click here for part two.

[thepigeonhasapen]

🩷SFW A-Z: Aphrodite🩷

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Extremely! Aphrodite is pretty much always in someone's space, be that hanging off them, playing with their hair, climbing into their laps, grabbing them by the hand, etcetera. Gives absolutely no second thought to being physical with the people she's fond of. If she's not touching you, you can safely assume she's upset about something. Just stroke her ego a bit and she'll back to snuggling with you in no time!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Gives Dionysus a run for his money as most gossipy bitch on Olympus. As a friend, Aphrodite is constantly coming to you to tell you all about family politics and who said whats and who slept with whom. Aphrodite's favorite thing to do with you is sit with you in the mountain of pillows she calls a bed and chatter about anything and everything while she does her nails. She'll happily do yours too if you let her, by which I mean she's already picked out a color and isn't taking no for an answer. Also, if Aphrodite is your friend, you can fully expect her to insert herself into everything you do. Are you a singer? Aphrodite can be your muse! Painter? Don't worry, Aphrodite will always pose for you. Architect? Hmm, have you considered building a temple to Aphrodite? Also is CONSTANTLY chatting you up to everyone in the immediate vicinity even if you already have a partner or just have no interest in one. As far as Aphrodite's concerned, monogamy is just a suggestion, and if you don't want to have sex? Aphrodite takes pleasure in rubbing everyone's noses in the fact that they can't have someone as pretty as you. Not as pretty as her obviously, but close enough ;)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Aphrodite is extremely snuggly. Lots of wrapping herself around you like a human-shaped boa constrictor. Her favorite position is with you leaning against your chest so she can play with your hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Retire? From being worshipped and adored? Oh come now, really, you must be joking! Aphrodite's never getting sick of that! In fact, she's a little offended that you asked! Cook? Clean? Absolutely not. Such chores are for lesser beings.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Similar to Dionysus, Aphrodite just kinda... stops talking to people and hope they get the hint. If confronted however, she will be a lot nicer about it than Dio. She'll say things like how she's so sorry that it's just not working out anymore, but, oh, don't feel bad! It wasn't your fault, dear. Of course, she doesn't mean a word of it, but at least she says it. You'll never catch her saying the cliché "it's not you, it's me" thing though. The day Aphrodite admits she might even maybe potentially be in the wrong is the day the Underworld freezes over.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

For being the goddess of love, Aphrodite puts surprisingly little stock into marriage. So long as you love each other, who cares? And, like I said, Aphrodite things monogamy is overrated. There's a whole wide world out there full of things to love and people to play with, why would you limit yourself to just one? Aphrodite would be alright with a committed relationship, but not an exclusive one. And as for marriage... well, she already is. Marriages upon Olympus tend to be more political than anything else and splitting with Hephaestus would cause quite a bit of trouble. Also she quite likes Hephaestus. Marriage just isn't going to happen with Aphrodite.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Aphrodite doesn't bite... unless you ask her very nicely ;) She's a lot sweeter than some of the other gods and, assuming you're in her good graces, will be extremely careful around you to ensure you don't get hurt. Tends toward passive aggression and snide comments rather than outright yelling at you if she's annoyed with you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Aphrodite is a very clingy. She'll snuggle up tight to you, enjoying the warmth of your body against her own. Always mixes a quick kiss on the cheek (at the very least) into her hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Aphrodite has no shame in who she likes and she will extoll your virtues at every available opportunity. New outfit? Look at how cute you are! Fetch her something? Well, aren't you just the most helpful, perfect person that ever existed. "I love you"s come frequently too. There's no set rhyme or reason for it, just whenever she looks at you and her appreciation for you bubbles over. Will always manage to squeeze an "I love you" in if she has to leave in a hurry.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Aphrodite doesn't get jealous. Love is her domain. So long as you're loving ANYONE, you're worshipping her. Any kind of dating or sex or even just close friendship is an appreciation of her and Aphrodite absolutely DEMANDS to hear about anyone else you have your eye on.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Aphrodite gives kisses like she's handing out candy. Kisses for greetings, kisses for goodbyes, kisses as a way to say thank you. A lot of her kisses are quick and fleeting, but when she really gets into it... wow. She's passionate and devoted, constantly chasing you and pulling you back in for more. She's prone to nibbling on your lips too. Generally nothing too harsh but she is for sure looking to mark you up. Aphrodite's favorite place to kiss you is on the mouth, but that's not to say she isn't leaving kisses everwhere else too. She's like a teething puppy; if she can reach it, she's putting her mouth on it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Aphrodite a solid yes about kids. She's the goddess of all kinds of love not just the romantic sort, and of course familial falls into her domain. I feel like she definitely has a breeding kink too and would absolutely adore using her pregnancy as an excuse to have you fall all over her. Would be a doting and attentive caregiver to her kids, although I imagine an incredibly embarrassing one. Mom, you don't need to come on to everything that moves. Mom, please. Mom, stop flirting with my teacher.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Sleepy. Lazy. Probably a quickie in there if Aphrodite has her way. She's quite fussy about her sleep and absolutely despises being woken up. If she's allowed to wake up by herself though, she is immediately herself. No brief period where she feels sluggish or languid. Nope, just instantly herself! If you get up before her, it's just best to let her keep sleeping. If you made her breakfast, she'd be over the moon for you. When Aphrodite gets up before you... honestly she'll probably wake you up by complete accident. She just can't help how cute you look when you're asleep! You can't blame her for staring at you and petting your hair!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

However you want to spend it. If you want to have a bit of fun before bed, Aphrodite is of course, down, but if you want to just sleep? That's fine too. Aphrodite is a big snuggler when she sleeps and will spend the entire night wrapped around you like an octopus.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Aphrodite is pretty much an open book. If you've talked to her for even five seconds, you already know how she's feeling. Being Aphrodite's friend or partner wouldn't change that. She wears her heart on her sleeve and sees no reason to do otherwise.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Someone really needs to inform Aphrodite that pretty and petty are in fact two seperate words and do not need to go hand in hand. She is just... such a touchy bitch. Even a perceived slight will be met with her full wrath. Fortunately, like many of the Olympians, her moods never really last long. Give her like five minutes and a sincere apology and she's probably over it, threateningly sweetly booping your nose and telling you not to do it again.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Aphrodite knows everything about you. You're devoted to her and she is, in turn, devoted to you. Favorite color, favorite food, favorite thing for her to gift to you? Aphrodite remembers everything. She is kind of cheating though. Aphrodite can read your love and knows the way you feel about things without you even having to tell her.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Can't Aphrodite say all of them? No? Well, then she'd have to say anytime you do something unexpected or make her laugh. Any personal quirk is something Aphrodite loves. She finds everything you do absolutely adorable, especially if you do something out of the norm like make blanket forts or splash around in puddles. Sing to the shower, dance in your living room, basically anything silly and whimsical you do is something Aphrodite goes head over heels for.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Extremely. Aphrodite won't be constantly hanging over you but she is definitely keeping an eye on you, and if anyone messes with you, you can be sure Aphrodite's already heard about it. People often forget that she has an aspect of war in her. Aphrodite can be bloodthirsty in her passions and won't hesitate to rip hearts out over the people she cares about. In terms of protecting her, well... Aphrodite doesn't really need to be protected but that doesn't mean she doesn't find it terribly attractive when you try. Get into a fight over her honor and she will be doting on you for the next month.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She doesn't really. All those things are part of her domain so she doesn't need to put too much effort into it. It just comes naturally to her. Her love life tends toward the stereotypically romantic, with rose petals and hand feeding and candlelit dinners. So very "high-effort" even if Aphrodite isn't really expending much energy to make it so.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Aphrodite has a short temper and an easily bruised ego so extreme care must be taken to avoid upsetting her. Also, she is INCREDIBLY nosy. Personal space whomst? Aphrodite is squirming into every aspect of your life and honestly doesn't quite understand the concept of boundaries or alone time.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

You... you're serious? Narcissism? Sorry, I think you misspelled "Aphrodite." Any slight against her appearance can go so far as to cause a literal WAR. Touchy much? I'm not saying she'd rip you to bloody shreds if you dared say something even vaguely negative about her but I'm also not NOT saying that, you know?

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Probably not. I mean, she's got legions of devoted followers. If you ended the relationship, she'd move on pretty quickly. I mean, after exacting her revenge for breaking up with her. If you died, it would probably be similar. She's keeping you in her thoughts and sending messages to you through Zagreus, but she wouldn't like kick down the Underworld's door to get you back.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Aphrodite has a soft spot for weeds and common flowers. Daisies and dandelions and clover are all things Aphrodite would appreciate in a bouquet. Obviously she likes the more classic rose too, but the beauty found in mundane objects are no less pretty for their frequency. Aphrodite is the kind of person who'd admire a seagull or a simple grey pebble. There's love to be found in everything, if only you look.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Vanity. Ironic, no? But if you're spending more time on yourself than her, Aphrodite will get frustrated. She'll hate when you talk badly about yourself but if you ever claim to be prettier than her... I hear the Underworld is nice this time of year. She's also not huge on homophobia. Excuse me? That is HER domain you're hating on.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

A very fussy sleeper. Must have an extensive amount of pillows to the point her bed looks like a literal nest. Must be in complete darkness but hates sleep masks. Has curtains on both her windows and her bed to achieve this. Hates total silence so she has a fountain near her bedchambers. If any of these things are missing, Aphrodite will wake up cranky and in an absolutely terrible mood. Wars have been started because Aphrodite didn't get a good night's sleep.

[windsweptinred]

Things I want need want to see in kaos season 2

All the Olympians. Give me the patron saints of all dysfunctional families everywhere in all their chaotic glory!! 

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised! FOR KAOS! 

Dennis avenged! May your greatest of sins curse you Zeus. Doom be upon you in the name of Dennis the kitten. 

Riddy x Caeneus / Prometheus x Charon reunion. Or at least whispering sweet nothings to each other on the docks of the Styx like tragic Shakespearean lovers. 

Ariadne Regina. Seeing my queen RULE

Caeneus Almighty. The power of love bay bay!! 

Besotted puppy dog Dio. Just give Ariadne a riding crop, cause that god is going to be so whipped!

Prometheus trickster supreme. He's free, has got wit/wiles/wisdom and a heart of fire. And he's not afraid to use them!

Cassandra… That's it. Just more Cassandra. 

Humanity triumphant. The Riddy and Ari, powerhouse tag team we want and deserve.  

The Fates and the Furies (see Cassandra and repeat). 

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps… 

It's Persephone with a steel chair! Persephone strikes the killing blow on Zeus, physically or metaphorically. No one hurts her man. 

Caeneus and Riddy, Hades and Persephone 2.0. Let the myth be true for them, let them see each other. If only for a season. 

Orpheus tearing his life apart in a metaphorical destruction of self. To be ‘reborn’ anew. 

The Prince that was promised… Heir to the throne Dionysus

Olympian civil war shenanigans. Zeus vs Hera vs... Take a stand Hades, we know you can do it. Do it for Persephone!

Apollo and Dionysus playing tug of war with Orpheus. (I knew him first! He's an artist, he's under MY dominion! My prophet! No my prophet.) 

Bonus

Persephone: I think this belongs to you? Dionysus: 😲🥹🥰 

Dennis: 🐈‍⬛❤️

[0lympian-c0uncil]

*your at Dionysus' funeral*

Hera: Hello and welcome to Dionysus'funeral-

*video of Dio starts playing in the background*

Dionysus: WHOOOOOO! I'M DEAD!

Hera: *shocked*

Dionysus: Mom and Dad you outlived me! Therefore you win!

Hera: OMG SOMEBODY SHUT THAT OFF! NOW!

*Video is shut off*

Hera: I am so sorry-

*Another video starts playing in the background*

Dionysus: This is a backup video in case the first video gets shut off by the fishy officiator!

Hera: ...

Dionysus: Fuck you man. I hope you're next

Hera: *glares*

Dionysus: Hello everyone, welcome to my funeral! Now everyone check under your seats. There's a box for each and every one of you.

Dionysus: Open it

*everyone checks and starts freaking out*

Hera: *confused*

Dionysus*with everyone screaming in the background*: The boxes contain my body parts. You can build me back up like a Build-A-Bear. This is supposed to symbolize that every time you fall apart your loved ones will build you back up.

*everyone, still screaming and freaking out*

Dionysus: Beautiful I know! It's making me tear up here. I am tearing up.

Hera,*opens hers slowly to find a knife and picks it up* : Tf??

Dionysus: Also if anyone has A knife in their box don't touch that that's the one I used.

Hera: *Drops it in shock*

Dionysus: You wouldn't want your fingerprints on it. That would be very sus.

Hera,*puts it on the floor*: Oh my god...

Dionysus: 🎶Don't be a sussy baka!🎶

Everyone: *still screaming and panicking*

Dionysus: Now don't worry, I didn't forget about the children.

Hera: *looks back at the screen*

Dionysus: right outside. There's a piñata for you guys. It's my head filled with candy. My eyes are taken out so it fits more candy.

Hera: *freaking out trying to calm everyone down*

Dionysus: Ok now everyone sing with me!! I'M ON A HIGHWAY TO.....

Everyone: *screaming*

Dionysus: HIGHWAY TO...

Everyone: *Still screaming*

Dionysus: THANK YOU FOR COMING-

*Three weeks later*

Hera: Apparently he also set up cameras because 3 weeks later he mailed us pictures of the event titled "memories!"

Chiron: Yeah I think you might need a new therapist.

[arrowheadedbitch]

Overview of the things I've decided are canon for my son of zeus au so far (hopefully I don't forget any):

The gods are dicks. They arent *always* dicks, but I don't want to sugarcoat them from their original myths, they do bad shit and often

Denki is favored by Apollo, Dionysus, and Hermes the most, Persephone also likes him pretty well

Zeus is Zeus, meaning who knows when he'll decide he loves his son or hates his son or just genuinely doesn't care, he's such a little hypocrite bitch ain't he

Quirks are the exact same as they are in canon, the presence of the Greek gods didn't affect that at all, the gods have nothing to do with quirks and while they still are probably banging like rabbits they aren't really that active in Japan so no, no one else at UA is a demigod

Zeus slept with Kaminari's mom because he was intrigued by a mortal with a power in his domain (electricity) that didn't come from him

Since Kaminari's powers come from both his quirk and his dad, there's some complexities to them

Kamimari was born with lightning powers but they worked differently before his quirk actually manifested (I'm toying with the idea that his quirk manifested while being smiled by Zeus with lightning? I haven't decided if I like that or not yet)

Kaminari doesn't want other people knowing he's a demigod for classic hero story reasons but also because 1. Greek gods being real is a secret and he ain't about to be the one that spilled it 2. It'd be really complicated and annoying to explain and let's be real, at least one person would come out of that thinking he went crazy

Athena doesn't like him because, well, dunceface, duh. She does appreciate his strategic abilities though

Ares also doesn't like him because he doesn't like killing people, Ares and Athena hate that they dislike the same kid so much that they'd consider changing their tune about him on just that alone

In junior high he went on a big quest, I haven't decided on any details of it, but it involved a lot of fighting way to strong people while way too young as most quests do, this is also how he got into Apollo, Hermes, Dio, and Persephone's (and by extention Hades since he loves Persephone enough to deal with anyone she likes) good graces, the quest was likely given by Zeus and likely involved Hera trying to kill him

He's not really surrounded by people in the ancient greek community, it's not like he has a camp half blood and even if he did he'd skip it to go to UA training anyway, but he is pretty well known in those circles post big quest

I'm toying with the idea that he failed his first quest and thus had to go on a redemption quest

Kaminari doesn't like being serious, but despite what his classmates and teachers think, he CAN do serious, how else would he be such a big shot in the Greek community?

Imma be real, there was probably some kind of war that Kaminari had to lead an army in or something. I'm sorry, child soldier stories just have so many layers to dissect it's not my fault that they're compelling in a way

My point is, serious Kaminari is like war general levels serious, but not even LOA attacks are bad enough to bring out serious kaminari, are you kidding, did you gloss over the part about god war? He's having a little trouble taking literally any threat at UA seriously and he'll have trouble taking almost every threat as a pro hero seriously, it's not his fault junior high set the bar way too high on what situations are serious!

One of Kaminari's demigod powers, as the son of Zeus, is that he can't take fall damage. No matter how high up he falls from, he will never ever get worse than a few scrapes

Pissing him off really badly makes the sky get stormy, I'm talking immediate clear skies to nothing but gray clouds moving in and you can't even SEE the sky anymore, also possibly rain, he doesn't do it often but he can and he'd probably be able to control it if he were to practice his demigod powers along with his quirk but we all know he ain't gonna do that any time soon

He can sword fight, he hopes this never comes up

He has to keep reminding Dionysus about the legal drinking age, Dionysus thinks it's stupid and therefore never listens, they have argued about it multiple times

Apollo and Kaminari play chess together on occasion

Hermes at one point gave Kami a special knife when he decided he liked him enough to give him a gift, it's a magic thief's blade which is just a dagger that cannot be found on his person no matter what you do. Pat him down? You won't feel it. Scan him? It didn't show. Metal detector? It didn't beep at all. But he can pull it out whenever. He won't but he does *have* it just in case. I'm also deciding if making it not be able to leave him would be too much. I don't want it to feel like a riptide ripoff, I'm thinking maybe it sprouts wings and flies to him?

Yes, I've just decided, the Thief's Knife will fly to him if left behind and can squeeze into any crack no matter how small to get to him

I'm shinkami trash so you KNOW shinkami is about to be canon in this au

In either 2A or 3A, Kaminari tells Shinsou his secret about the gods being real and him being Zeus' son, he spends a great amount of time explaining all the details to Shin and answering his questions, it's a lot

What can I say? Shinsou is gus confidant, he was gonna have to tell him at some point 🤷🏻‍♀️💅

He doesnt tell anyone else, but obv they've got to eventually find out somehow, what you think I'd just let it be lame?? Even after they find out, he won't tell them anything he doesn't have to, waits until it comes up to explain things, it's just too complicated he doesn't want to go through all that AGAIN and with twenty people this time

Oh and before you ask, I'm gonna say no on the flying thing. I know it could be a power of a Zeus kid, I know it could be cool, but no. No he cannot fly.

I can't think of anything else right now but I can't wait to wake up in a cold sweat tonight and realise what i forgot

Also, I'm gonna go ahead and tag @iys-cloud since I know iys really likes this au :]

[moonmaiden1996]

YOU WANT MORE??? OKKKKKKK DIONYSUS AND READER ALMOST GETTING CAUGHT WHILE HAVING FUN IN OLYMPIA???? READER HAVING TO PUT HER HAND OVER HIS MOUTH TO SHUT HIM UP BECAUSE HE MAKES SO MUCCH NOISE???? omg he'd be SO LOUD and the reader would literally have to shut him up in more ways than one, but he LOVES itttt 🥵🥵🥵🥵

YESSSSS we all know Dionysius has a exhibition thing going on...especially after seeing his introduction scene at the party. Convince me he doesn't.

This request just called to me and I had to get it done tonight....but don't stop sending requests!!!! Dionysus doesn't get the love he deserves!

Olympus was intoxicating, especially when you were with him. The gleaming marble halls and the warm glow of eternal sunlight felt worlds away as Dionysius pressed you against a cool stone pillar, his hands possessively exploring the curves of your body. It was dangerous—forbidden, even—to be this reckless in the heart of the gods’ domain, but the thrill of it only made you want him more.

“Dionysius,” you breathed, trying to sound scolding, though your voice lacked any real conviction. His lips trailed down your neck, hot and needy, his breath heavy against your skin, igniting a fire deep within you.

“Let them see,” he murmured between kisses, his voice low and sultry, a sinful grin tugging at his lips. “Let them know.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile, but your breath hitched as his hands slipped beneath your dress, fingers skimming over your skin with a desperation that sent heat flooding through your core. He was relentless, pulling your body flush against his, his hips grinding into you with a ferocity that made your knees weak.

“You’re impossible,” you whispered, running your fingers through his curls, pulling him closer, overwhelmed by the sensation of his body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin, the urgency of his touch—everything about this moment was intoxicating.

“And you love it,” he teased, his breath warm against your neck, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist before slipping lower. The way he teased you drove you crazy, each caress igniting your desire. You knew this was reckless—being so exposed in the very halls of Olympus where any god could walk by—but the danger only heightened the exhilaration.

His lips moved to your ear, and you felt a low, rumbling groan escape his throat—a sound so rich and primal that it vibrated against you, sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re making it very hard for me to stay quiet.” his voice growled.

Your heart raced, excitement and fear intertwining in a heady mix. If anyone caught you like this—Zeus, Hera—it would be disastrous. You could almost picture Zeus’s fury, the thunderous reprimands echoing in the vast halls, but it was hard to care with Dionysius’s lips working their way down to your collarbone, his hands gripping your hips with a fervor that made you ache for him.

And then he groaned—loudly—a sound so deep and needy that it echoed off the marble walls, resonating around you like a forbidden symphony.

You gasped, heart pounding. “Dio!” you whispered, eyes wide with panic. “Someone’s going to hear you!”

But his eyes—dark and glazed with desire—were completely unfazed by the threat. If anything, your fear of getting caught only seemed to fuel him more. He grinned, wicked and dangerous, and then kissed you harder, as if daring the gods themselves to intervene.

You frantically clamped your hand over his mouth. “Shh!” you hissed, your heart racing. The tension between you was electric, every beat of your heart vibrating through your body.

He groaned against your palm, his tongue flicking out mischievously to lick your skin, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, hungry and wild. The heat in your cheeks burned hotter as you fought to suppress a laugh, swatting his shoulder. But you knew this wouldn’t be enough. Dionysius was nothing if not loud, and if anyone walked by, they’d hear every single sultry sound escaping him.

An idea struck you.

Without another word, you reached down, hooking your fingers into the waistband of your lace panties, tugging them down in one swift motion. Dionysius watched you with wide eyes, breath hitching, every muscle in his body tense with anticipation as you slipped out of them.

“What—?” he began, voice hoarse with desire.

Before he could finish, you balled up the delicate fabric and pressed it to his lips, pushing it into his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise, but then a deep, rumbling groan of pleasure vibrated against your palm as he accepted the gag. The sound was thick with desire, resonating in his throat, transforming your name into a muffled plea. His lips closed around your panties, eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief.

“If you can’t be quiet,” you whispered against his ear, “I’ll have to make sure you stay quiet.”

The effect was immediate. He shuddered beneath your touch, a muffled moan escaping as he savored the taste of you on his tongue, each sound vibrating through his body like an electric current. His need for you overwhelmed him, yet now it was silenced. You smiled at the sight of him—utterly at your mercy, eyes glazed with lust, barely able to hold himself together.

“Good boy,” you purred, running your fingers through his messy curls. His head fell back against the pillar, eyes closing as he let out another muffled groan. The sound of it—quieted, restrained—sent a wave of heat through you, igniting a deep ache in your core.

His hands found your hips again, pulling you closer as he pushed his body against yours, desperation clear in every movement. But he couldn’t speak, couldn’t protest, couldn’t moan without your permission. Every noise he made was swallowed by your panties, leaving him helpless and completely at your mercy as he sank deeper into you.

You rolled your hips against him, feeling the hard evidence of his desire. A wicked smile curved your lips. “You like that, don’t you?” you whispered, pressing even closer. “You like being quiet for me.”

He groaned again, the response muffled but urgent, the way his body tensed and the grip of his hands told you everything. He was loving every second of this.

His hips bucked forward, grinding into you with desperate urgency, and you gasped softly, your breath hitching at the friction. He was losing control, and you could feel it—the raw, untamed desire radiating from him as he fought to remain quiet.

But even with your makeshift gag, you knew you couldn’t let him make too much noise. You moved one hand from his curls down to his chest, teasing over his skin, tracing the faint outline of his muscles. His eyes fluttered open, glazed with need, as you leaned in to whisper against his ear, “If you don’t behave, I’ll leave you here like this. All worked up, with nowhere to go.”

His eyes widened at that, and you could feel the shudder of anticipation ripple through him. He shook his head frantically, another muffled sound of protest escaping as his hands tightened on your hips, trying to pull you closer. He was close—so close. You grinned, reveling in the power you held over him.

But then—footsteps.

Your heart stopped, and you froze, breath caught in your throat. Dionysius stilled too, eyes snapping open as the sound of footsteps grew closer, echoing down the marble halls of Olympus.

For a second, panic coursed through you and it was now your turn to groan at the sudden loss of him inside you. Carefully Dionysius tugged your tunic back into place before adjusting his own clothes, movements hurried but playful. He spit out your panties but instead of giving them back, he pocketed them, the fabric disappearing into his robes as he leaned in to steal a quick, teasing kiss. “I’ll keep these for later,” he whispered against your lips, ''be easier to finish what we started'' his voice still breathless.

You smacked his chest, eyes wide in disbelief, but there was no time to argue. The footsteps grew louder, and the two of you quickly ducked behind a column, disappearing into the shadows just as the figure appeared at the end of the hall.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you held your breath, pressed against Dionysius’s side. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you shot him a quick glare, though your pulse raced from the thrill.

“You’re unbelievable,” you hissed quietly, face flushed as you imagined what could’ve happened if you had been caught.

Dionysius grinned, his eyes still dark with lust as he leaned down to whisper, “And you love it.”

He pulled you closer, his lips grazing your ear, and your body shivered at the intimacy of it all—the heat of his breath on your skin, the mischievous glint in his eyes, the knowledge that he was still carrying your panties as a souvenir.

The figure in the hall passed by without noticing, and as the footsteps faded into the distance, Dionysius gave your waist a playful squeeze. “I told you,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re impossible.”

His grin widened, and he leaned down to kiss you again, slower this time, savoring every second. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Dionysius was trouble, yes, but gods, he was your kind of trouble.

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[theproverbialpen]

Mwahahahaha, it's my turn now. 😏 Dionysus lives rent free in my brainhole, sooooo, if you're willing to indulge me, maybe some Dio being a tease, maybe even at a party in a secluded corner. No matter what, I know it'll SLAP. 😌

Okay, that's it. LOVE YOU 🌸🌸🌸

Oh gosh I'm finally done with this one. No beta bc honestly this has taken me long enough and lowkey I need to go to sleep now LMAO but I hope you enjoy my dear 💜🍇

Wanna Dance?

Summary: You're a palace guard at Olympus who was taken from her duties into a role altogether unfamiliar for one of Zeus' banquets. You're out of your element, but you are in the element of a certain god, and said god has no problem showing you the ropes...

Word Count: 2,752

Tags: Alcohol, brief altercation, but if you can believe it nothing else LMAO

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This had to be the worst day of your life.

You were a harpy, one of the privileged few to have the honor of serving under the exalted Horai, standing guard over Olympus itself. Day after day, you would patrol its hallowed halls, your hand resting atop the hilt of your sword as you remained ever vigilant. You prided yourself on your skill with the blade and—when all else failed—the sharpness of your claws. Indeed, you were a warrior through and through, so when it came time for another one of Zeus’s banquets, you expected to take your place standing watch at the edges of the party once more.

What you had not expected was the number of guests that would be attending said banquet. Evidently, neither had Zeus. One by one, you had watched the servants of Olympus get pulled from their original posts to act as cupbearers for the overwhelming throng of deities that had come to bask in the God King’s opulence. When they ran out of servants, they began to pull soldiers. And when they ran out of soldiers, well…

Needless to say, you had found yourself in a fate far worse than death—serving wine to major and minor gods like some sort of dainty little nymph.

If it would not be so horrifically disrespectful to your sovereign, you would have thrown yourself off the edge of the peak by now, your wings be damned. You doubted Zeus would have cared about you specifically, but if you damaged his reputation by making such a scene at his banquet? You doubted even the plane between the living and the dead could have separated you from the Thunder Bringer’s wrath.

Speaking of making a scene, it seemed like some of the banquet guests did not have the same wisdom nor foresight that you did. You saw a wave of commotion ripple through the crowd and after depositing your tray on a nearby table, you made your way past the raucous gods and goddesses all the way to the source. At the center of the drunken horde, you came across one of the palace servants held at the wrist by some minor earth god whose name you could not be bothered to remember. He was yelling obscenities at her, barely intelligible through his pronounced slurring. The servant cowered under him, only tearing her eyes away from his enraged face to scan the crowd with a fearful and pleading look.

As soon as you locked eyes with the poor nymph, your body moved as if on instinct. Before you knew it, you had the minor god with his face pressed against the gilded pavement, his arm bent painfully backwards in your firm grasp. “Y-you!” the earth god shouted, his voice muted beneath his smushed cheek. “Get off me, you feathered wretch!”

You clicked your tongue at him and only pressed your foot deeper between his shoulder blades. “You dare to disrespect the King of the Gods with this disruption?” you hissed, twisting the god’s arm even further. He winced in pain then opened his mouth to retort, surely to call you every name in the scrolls, but was interrupted by the booming sound of deep, reverberant laughter.

“It would be in your best interest to listen to the harpy, my dear guest,” Zeus chided as he approached. The crowd went silent, each and every onlooker holding their breath in anticipation. You felt the god begin to shake violently in your hold and you released him, just managing to refrain from spitting on him as you stepped back and took your place behind your King. The earth god scrambled onto his hands and knees, spinning to bow at Zeus’ feet. From his mouth, epithets and apologies flowed forth like a dam burst until finally Zeus lifted his right foot and tucked the strap of his sandal under the lesser god’s chin.

With a flick of his ankle, he forced the god’s attention upward and regarded him with a baleful smile. “Since this is a party and I’d hardly want to ruin the mood, you may have my mercy—for now. Do try to mind your manners, though. Well-” Zeus tilted his head and you watched on, your lips curling downward into a grimace as lighting danced between his golden, textured strands. “You best do more than just try.”

Zeus lowered his foot and stepped back, leaving the god to offer one last pathetic croak of gratitude before stumbling to his hands and knees and all but sprinting away. You relaxed with a small sigh only to tense all over again when you caught Zeus looking at you over his shoulder. “Well done,” he praised with a mirthful chuckle. “Impressive moves you got there, little one.” You bowed at the waist, only lifting your head when you felt his hand on your arm, so large that his fingertips almost reached the base of your right wing. “Now then, back to work! These guests won’t serve themselves!”

Zeus laughed, larger than life and just as deafening, before releasing you and striding off toward a gaggle of sea goddesses who immediately began giggling amongst themselves. You straightened your back and inhaled deeply through your nose, your muscles already spasming with frustrated tension. With a slow, measured exhale, you rolled your shoulders and returned to the table to retrieve your tray.

No sooner had you picked up the platter and loaded two flutes onto it than you were interrupted by another voice, this one entirely unfamiliar to you:

“Our magnanimous king wasn’t wrong. You sure know how to put on a show, sweetheart.”

You turned to find a god sauntering over to you with a confident, sultry sway of his hips. His tanned skin contrasted well with his fluffy, sandy blond hair and his purple himation; though, for a himation, you would hardly classify it as a garment—after all, it failed to cover much of anything. The god’s torso was exposed for the entirety of Olympus to see, from his toned chest all the way down to the dip of his pelvis. To complete his flamboyant ensemble, he wore several pieces of fine jewelry and had a leopard’s pelt draped over his shoulders, topped off with grape leaves and an unmistakable golden laurel.

You had never heard this god’s voice before, but you sure as hell knew who you were looking at.

“Thank you, Lord Dionysus,” you bowed, bringing your free hand to rest diagonally across your chest. “I am honored to receive your praise.”

Dionysus threw his head back and laughed, and while it too sounded larger than life, his laughter was far smoother than Zeus’ had been. It was melodic, rich in tone yet somehow airy at the same time, and it was unmistakably jovial in the way that only the God of Wine and Festivity’s laughter could be. “Proper little thing, aren’t ya?” he teased, righting himself. “What a cutie~”

“I-I beg your pardon, my lord?” you sputtered, your voice jumping an octave before you could wrangle it back under control. Your eyes went wide as an unfamiliar heat crept up your face. Were you…were you blushing? Gods above and around, you couldn’t recall the last time you had ever, had ever…blushed.

Dionysus smirked at you, his eyes crinkling smugly beneath his long dark lashes. “I called you cute, wings,” he chuckled. “This is the part where you say, ‘thank you’.” 

You blinked a few times, still flabbergasted that a major god like Dionysus was exchanging more than a few words with you, much less complimenting you. Not on your skill, not on your technique, but your appearance of all things. Eventually, you were able to break out of your stupor enough to form a somewhat coherent response. “I, uh… t-thank you, my lord. You are too kind.”

Dionysus hummed amusedly, that smirk still plastered firmly upon his face. “And you are far too rigid for this kind of party. It wouldn’t kill ya to loosen up a little. Especially since you finally get to join us in the heart of it all and instead of being stuck patrolling the outskirts with that longing stare of yours.”

Now that gave you pause. This was the first banquet you had served as a cupbearer, but it was hardly the first banquet you had been on duty. Just as Dionysus said, your role had typically been to stand watch over the perimeter or to deal with the occasional rowdy guest. You were no stranger to these soirées, but you certainly considered yourself a stranger to their guests. So then how did Dionysus know you were a guard?

Dionysus watched the confusion twist your features with a self-satisfied purse of his lips. “C’mon, birdie—ya think I haven’t been to enough of these things to recognize a familiar face?” he teased. “It’s not the first time I’ve seen you in action either. Such graceful footwork…shame you waste it on tackling brutes when you could be out there dancing instead.” 

The god before you pressed his bent wrist to his forehead with a wistful sigh and, had it not been for how severely he outranked you, you may have even scoffed. Dancing, like some court charlatan, when you had a job to do? When you had beings of unquantifiable importance to protect? Perish the damn thought. Nevermind how fun it looked, twirling around through the crowd, weaving between the clamoring bodies to the lively beat of the drum and the bright strum of the lyre? No you…that kind of life was not meant for you. You were not meant for it. You were a warrior, a faithful servant, and it was about time Dionysus remembered that and stopped wasting his time and yours.

“I am perfectly happy with my responsibilities, my lord,” you asserted with a tight, thin lipped smile. Dionysus stilled, scrutinizing your face as if to pierce through to your innermost thoughts with his stare alone. The feeling of being studied, perceived, intensely unnerved you, but you tightened your smile even further and raised your tray toward him nonetheless. “Why don’t you go ahead and get back to the dance floor, Lord Dionysus?” you deflected, offering the flutes to him. “There are plenty of guests here who would make great dance partners.”

For once, the smirk that was practically etched onto his divine, annoyingly pretty face almost seemed to falter. Still, he finally reached out and took the flutes off of your platter. You nodded at him respectfully, prepared to turn back around and refill your supply. You did a double take, however, as Dionysus casually lifted both of his arms and bent his elbows back, flinging the nectar from the glasses. The golden liquid hit the ground with an audible ‘splash’ and your jaw followed before you could stop it, your widened eyes flitting rapidly between the marble slabs and Dionysus’ pleased face.

“Oh don’t look too distraught, sweetie,” Dionysus quipped. “That stuff was no better than juice—in comparison to what I can provide, that is.” 

He shifted to hold both flutes in his left hand and, with his right one now free, rolled his wrist in a small circle. Along with the motion, a streak of light filled the air, spiraling into a singular point and depositing a large golden goblet filled to the brim with a bubbling purple liquid. Dionysus then lifted the cup high over his head and poured the wine into the empty flutes with an elegant flourish. And he had said you knew how to put on a show.

You gave him a smile that you hoped didn’t look as terse as it felt, resisting the urge to applaud sarcastically. Eventually, you decided on a polite dip of your head, prepared to get back to your duties and let him get back to partying. However, when you lifted your gaze, you were shocked to find Dionysus was holding one of the flutes out to you, waving it back and forth enticingly. You stared at the cup with one brow raised before your gaze shifted to focus on the god behind it with his playful, ever-present smirk.

“Your offer is generous, Lord Dionysus,” you attested, evenly as you could with your patience waning, “but I must apologize for having to decline. Cupbearers are not allowed to take part in any libations—they are only to be enjoyed by guests.” You steeled your resolve, readying yourself to deflect any further insistence on Dionysus’ part. You expected a disappointed shrug, an offended glare, or perhaps even a few berating words.

What you should have expected was that Same. Damn. Smirk.

“Well,” he began, his voice low and inviting as he looked you up and down, “then consider yourself my guest for this evening, yeah?”

You felt your jaw tense, gritting your teeth behind what you hoped was a relatively neutral expression. “I…cannot abandon my post, Lord Dionysus,” you reiterated. Were you not keen on attracting attention by prolonging your interactions with the literal life of the party? Absolutely. Were you afraid of incurring Zeus’s ire, an ire which there was no chance in Elysium you’d survive? Undoubtedly so. But perhaps even more so than all of that, you simply didn’t know how to ‘loosen up a little’. And while you would always pride yourself on your discipline, you weren’t entirely sure at this point that you didn’t want to learn…

Unfortunately, Dionysus had picked up on your hesitation. Out of the blue, his eyes shone with a particular glint and before you knew it he was upon you. He walked you down, stalking toward you like a leopard who knew its kill was secured, flutes still in hand and a knowing smile upon his face. You lifted your empty tray in a feeble attempt to create space between you and your aggressor, praying your silver shield would be enough to fend off his effortless, persuasive charisma. Before you knew it, you found yourself at a pillar, back pressed against it with the uncharacteristically naive hope that you would melt into it and escape his smug stare and even more smug smirk. But alas, all you did was give him a surface to lean against as he towered over you, making you feel smaller than any cyclops or chimera ever had.

“C’mon, birdie,” he murmured, gentle and soft as if speaking to a cornered animal (which you very much were). “You’ve battled more monsters and miscreants than I could count, I’m sure. Is the big, bad harpy really this scared of dancing with me?” Against all odds, trapped between Dionysus’ toned bicep and his tilted head, you were scared. You were scared of your racing heart, your sweaty palms, and the flustered way he was making you feel. You were scared of the side of you he was bringing out, a side you never knew existed, and you almost felt like you were going mad.

Dionysus leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear as he chuckled. “I promise…I’ll take care of ya, sweetheart. So why don’t you relax and have some fun for once?” He pulled back, just enough for you to look him right in his lidded eyes, and you swallowed hard as you finally remembered how to breathe. He waited there in that same position, not advancing but also not letting you retreat, and patiently looked you up and down as his smirk grew wider and wider in the prolonged silence.

Despite the butterflies in your stomach, you were indeed a warrior through and through. You may not have had a damn clue about what you were about to get into, but damn it all if you were going to back down from this cocky bastard of god and his stupid challenge. You eyed the flute in his left hand and swiftly swiped it from his grasp, surprising him just enough for him to step away and give you space to throw your head back and down the wine in one go. 

The cup now empty, you snapped forward and wiped the trickling liquid with your forearm, staring Dionysus down with a fire in your eyes as you finally, finally got to see that damn smirk all off his face. But of course, it was back before you knew it, a playful, fae-like sparkle dancing in his gaze.

“‘Atta girl.”

With that, Dionysus grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the center of the banquet, his laughter so jovial and infectious that soon enough, you found yourself laughing right along with him.

[johaerys-writes]

THE NEWEST FATES CHAPTER IS MAKING ME FEEL SO ILL OH MY GODDDDD DIONYSUS' APPEARANCE MAKES ME SO GIDDY!!! This probably isn't the case but this is what I had in my mind when I read that scene HEHE

LMAOOO I LOVE THAT SO MUCH 🤣🤣 Dionysus is having a BALL honestly, he can’t wait until Thetis shows up so he can a) ask her to spill the tea over everything and have a serious gossip session, and b) demand that he becomes the baby's godfather LOL

(The little satyr in the background is taking me OUT btw, no thoughts in that little head of his but Dio is having fun so who is he to judge 😅)

You can read the new chapter here!