#Coo (children of olympus)

[toobster12]

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so, every couple of months, I change my phone wallpaper, I'll list them in order

The last one is my favorite! I just finished it today ^^

[keikoii]

Spirits of Sadira

(Fantasy, greek icons, +3.7k words)

It was 750 BC when the old infamous Mount Olympus crashed… The life of the gods that many worshipped has all been taken away within the span of a year. Although it may seem like it was a long time for an entire empire to crash, it was like it all crashed within a few days for those who suffered from the Dreums. Why don’t we go back to right before it started?

“Uncle, Maysie got out of her stall again, do you want me to go get her or can she free roam for a while?” Ameiah asked as she watched the Clydesdale she named roam around her uncles farm. “Let her free roam for the time being, let her go back in when she wants to.” Ameiah’s uncle said as he sharpened his sickle. The 19 year old girl nodded as her winged ears fluttered, the opal feather shivering from the soft breeze running through the air. The girl was born with a deformity, blessed with winged ears, dropped on the doorsteps of her mortal uncle by her father, Hermes, and her mother, Peitho, who happened to be one of Hermes’s consorts. They left her on his doorsteps with a note stating these words, almost bringing tears to the man’s eyes as the baby cooed. The man was heartbroken to find out what had happened for these circumstances to end up on his doorstep.

“Dear Antaeus… I know this is a lot to get bring on suddenly, but you will understand after reading this message… As you know, Peitho recently bought Ameiah into the world and everything was alright, until we noticed that towns here being deserted for no reason... cities and villages all gone after a peaceful day... Peitho and I started to investigate it... The Dreums are back... someone is harming Sadira… All the spirits are coming back, and they are claiming the lives of our people... Zeus and the others refuse to investigate this and believe us, so they casted us out. I knew that we were in danger, and it would break my heart if something happened to Peitho or Ameiah... So, I’m leaving Adeia in you care... by the time you read this, Peitho and I are in Sadira…”

Most of those that live near Olympus or know the history on it knew Dreums were not anything to play with. Dreums were vengeful brought back by hades during his reigning era. He brought them back in hopes of creating an army to overpower the city of Olympus. It worked at first... Until they came after him as well. It was like they couldn’t tell the difference over who ruled over them. Eventually taking his soul and bringing it to Sadira, the lotus tree of souls, everyone goes there when their physical body turns to ashes and forms the spiritual soul, floating away to Sadira in the partially abandoned land of Heraclea Pontica. After the down fall of the world, the leading gods, Cronus, Rhea, and Ananke All came together to form what is now known as Tragedy’s Heart, formed from the souls of Cronus, Rhea, and Ananke. Tragedy’s Heart collected every Dreum that had been roaming the lands and held them in the glowing heart shaped figure. They stored the heart in Sadira, in hopes that no one would find it. Unfortunately, Hades son, Plutus, had plan to keep his father’s plan in action and sought out for the heart, and eventually found it, shattering it into three pieces and spreading across the land of Olympus before he walked right into the Dreums, ending his fate and keeping his secret safe.

It had been 103 years since everything happened, leading up to current events. Dreums still roamed the world as we know of it and many souls would be added to Sadira day. Fortunately, Ameiah was unaware of this due to her uncle keeping her secluded from the dangers of the world. Ameiah was tending to the vegetable garden when you she heard giggling coming from afar. She was cautious as it sounded like two children, nothing like her uncle, she held her trowel up with weary as she approached the voice. She turned the corner of her house, dropping the garden tool as she witnessed to floating babies, with wings?

“Oh, my gods… What are you?!” She shrieked as the two figures stopped laughing and turned to her with a dumbfounded expression. “We’re Cherubs, duh! What else would we be?” one cherub with green hair said as the other, marked with grayish shade of blue hair said as if it was common sense.

“What is a cherub?” Ameiah asked the cupids as the two floating babies looked at her with a shocked expression. “You don’t know what a cherub is? Were cupids babies, we help people fall in love with their fated soulmates. I’m Beau and this is Honey.” Said the Green haired one, now known as Beau, and the blue haired one, Honey. Ameiah nodded in understanding. “So, why are you here then? Do you know who my soulmate is or something?” Ameiah asked as she dusted her skirt off, clearing the moist soil off it. “Oh no Ameiah, us and the world need you!’ Beau exclaimed as he flew around the young adult. “What do you mean the wor- Wait… I never told you my name...” Ameiah cautiously noticed as she picked up the garden tool once again, aiming at the Cherubs. “Wait! Don’t be frightened. I promise we mean no harm! We know everybody in the world, and we would especially need to know you if you’re going to be the world’s hero!” Honey explained, leaving Ameiah confused.

After Honey and Beau explained why they needed Ameiah as the worlds savior, Ameiah understood everything, quickly taking in the information as the cherubs lead Ameiah to a water. Ameiah took notice that the waterfall looked out of the ordinary as if someone just built it in the middle of nowhere. “Prepare for a drop!” The cherubs exclaimed at the same time as they pushed the girl into the waterfall.

Ameiah opened her as she blinked the darkness away, only to find two giant women standing above her, dressed in silks, one in a grayish green and the other purple. The women gasps and stood up all the way when Ameiah sat up, finding herself on a large bed, as if built for giants. Ameiah looked at giantesses with astonishment at their beauty. “… Who are you…?” the girl questioned as the women smiled. “I’m Demeter and this is Daphne! You must be Ameiah, right? Hermes and that snake, Peitho’s, daughter?” Demeter introduced as she hissed out your mother’s name. “You know my parents? How come they left me on my uncles doorstep? Did you bring me here?! Why am I here and what’s all this about ‘Dreums’ or whatever?!” Ameiah panicked as she questions the women. “Did Honey and Beau not explain everything to you?” Daphne questioned as she scolded the cherubs. “No, no, they did. I’m confused on why you think I’m the hero that going to defeat these Dreums?” Ameiah questioned as the two women helped her up. “In the prophecy, the child of a god and a consort born with winged ears is destined to be savior of the world form the Dreums. That is, you! It is Daphne and I’s duty to train you for the world, and that starting today. Come on! Up, Up, up!” Demeter rushed as she brought Ameiah to her feet, dragging her outside as she prepared different obstructions.

Within the span of 2 months, Daphne and Demeter endlessly trained the 19 year old as she gained skills and intelligence, upping in strength and personality as she was finally on her last obstacle, which happened to be a question from Demeter. “Why did hades turn on everyone?” The question stunned the girl as she pondered on the question. “How am I supposed to know?” Ameiah questioned. Demeter raised an eyebrow. “You have read the prophecy, right? You have been training for 2 months, yet you can’t answer this? Ameiah, don’t disappoint me please…”

Ameiah furrowed her eyebrows as she quickly got frustrated, she crossed her arms. “What do you mean disappoint you? I haven’t done anything at all and your already on my back about this question. This is supposed to be my last question, why don’t you let me have a break!” Ameiah’s tone increased as she got closer to Demeter, Daphne and the cherubs worried in the background. The two started to argue as the room reeked of tension. The bystanders biting their lips in hope that the arguing would come to see, only to see it get worse.

“Well, why don’t you go and fight the Dreums yourself?! Hopefully, you fail and get swallowed up by one of them!” Ameiah shouted as she stormed into the house, locking herself in her room. Demeter, Daphne, and the cherubs stood there with shocked expressions after hearing the words from the teens mouth, resulting in Demeter storming off to her room as well, slamming the door.

Hours later, Daphne convinced the cherubs to talk to Demeter while she talked with Ameiah.

“Ameiah, dear… I know that think Demeter is on you for not answering the question, but I promise you that she’s only looking for things in your best interest and I know you think that you can’t answer the question or that there’s no answer to it, but you can and there is an answer to it, it’s in your mind, you just have to find it.” Daphne reassured the teen as she sat on the Ameiah’s bed.

“But what if I don’t? and what if Demeter doesn’t forgive me for what I said, I know that it was pretty mean to say…” Ameiah frowned, scooting to the edge of the bed to sit next to Daphne.

“I know that she’ll forgive you, she used to be like you when she was a teen y’know” Daphne giggled as she tried to lighten the situation up.

“Really? Demeter, Goddess of the agriculture, fertility, the harvest, and the earth… used to be like me? I don’t believe it...” Ameiah questioned.

“Yes, yes, she was the sassiest and brattiest teenager known in her age, no one could convince that girl otherwise when it can to things she wanted or didn’t like!” Daphne exclaimed as the laughter died down.

“Now why don’t you go and apologize before she really doesn’t forgive you?” The goddess suggested as she stood up and opened the door. Ameiah nodded as she walked out of the room and knocked on Demeter door.

“Hey Demeter… I’m sorry for yelling at you like that... I never meant it and I shouldn’t have said it... You’re like a mother to me, you really are, you helped me train to defeat the Dreums… Do you forgive me...?” Ameiah confessed as she hoped Demeter was accept her apology, only to be met with silence…

Ameiah huffed with sadness and disappointment as she turned around and walked away, only to a soft voice coming from Demeter’s room. “Of course I forgive you, come here...” Demeter forgave with a small smile and open arms. Ameiah smiled widely and rushed to meet her embrace.

A 2 weeks later, Ameiah was set on her mission and was on her to find all three pieces of Tragedy’s Heart with Daphne and Demeter. Fortunately, they have already found one piece. Every time they encountered a Dreum, they used the piece they found toward them off. Finally, after another week of looking for all the piece for the heart, she found the second piece in the land of Pagasae. All that is left is the biggest piece, but there seems to absolutely no clues on it, as if it doesn’t exist.

After a few days of rest, of course after defeating some Dreums that dared to cross their way, Ameiah, Demeter, Daphne, and the cherubs we figured out why they couldn’t find where the last piece was. It was the middle of the night when Daphne and Demeter were examining the map when the wind blew the sacred paper out of the women’s hands, flying into the fire they had used for a source of heat and light. The two women gasped as it landed in the blaze, only for it to remain untouched, and instead, revealed a hidden cave in the center of… The Realm of Elysium? The realm of Elysium was Demeter’s domain. Surprisingly, Demeter raised an eyebrow in confusion as she had no knowledge in the last piece being in her domain. Daphne laughed in shock and surprise as she went to go wake up Ameiah. Ameiah woke up with a sweat as Daphne shook her from her sleep as Daphne explained what had happened, Ameiah’s fatigue completely vanished as she sat up all the way.

“Really?! That’s amazing to hear! We’ll set out first thing in the morning!” Ameiah exclaimed as she moved to tuck her left back in the makeshift bed. Daphne nodded and went back to Demeter who had gotten the untouched map out of the blazing fire.

The second the sun has shown its face in the horizon, the cherubs were the first to wake up, soon followed by Ameiah and Demeter. Demeter took it to herself to wake up the not-so- morning person of the group, leaving a tired and grumpy Daphne to brush the dirt of her silks.

It had been no more than five minutes to get to Demeter’s domain, as she had the ability to transport herself and anyone, she wanted to it in the matter of minutes. Ameiah opened her eyes as she took in the botanical scenery around her, finding all diverse types of plants and trees of the sort. There had been a long pathway to where the last piece was according to the map.

The five people had started the journey as soon as they had refreshed themselves and freshened up. It took 6 hours to get at least ¾ of the way as all of them had the courage, only to be stopped by a large horde of Dreum. It took energy and at least 30 minutes of their time to defeat the horde. As the group got closer, the more hordes and herds of Dreums there were. It was vividly taking a toll on the group as they grew weaker on their own, Demeter’s and the Cherub’s powers coming to their limits, Daphne’s, and Ameiah combat skills weaking in strength and the two pieces of the heart they obtained, powers weakening in strength as well. They had finally gotten to where the map had shown where the last piece was. It was the top of Sadira…

Before anyone could produce a plan, the serene sky had washed over with a moody and mourning color. As the group was focused on the sky changing, there was a low rumble in the area as Sadiras branches were losing souls, only mean one thing… The group turned their heads with a horrified and shocked expression as they noticed a large horde of Dreums surrounding them, inclosing them in a medium sized space.

The group collectedly worried for the future of their lives as the circled continued to shrink. Demeter and the Cherubs were running out of power, blinking in and out. Demeter produced a quick plan as she called out to Ameiah, catching her attention as she signaled to Ameiah to jump. As Ameiah listened and jumped, Demeter spawning thick vines under her to shoot her to the top of Sadira. Ameiah quickly understood what she needed to do as Daphne and the Cherubs kept trying to use the pieces of Tragedy’s Heart to ward the Dreums away, sadly failing as the Heart’s power faded, the glowing gem’s light going in and out as they huddled up to Demeter in hopes of them helping each other.

Ameiah quickly grabbed the last piece as she made her way down the tree and into the circle with the rest of her group. She held the heart up and quickly reached for the other fading pieces, connecting them together. The group had watched the Heart glow with life for a few seconds only to completely shut off, the groups smiles left their faces and disappointment washed over.

The Dreums got closer as the five huddled up together, The Cherubs whining as they huddled in between Demeter and Daphne’s arms. Demeter and Daphne holding each other as the wind blew through their hair. Ameiah searched in panic as she picked up the Tragedy’s Heart.

“No, no, no! why isn’t it working!? It’s supposed to defeat the Dreums, why isn’t it working!” Ameiah panicked as she grabbed the heart, shaking, hoping for some sort of glow. Demeter looked at the girl with sorrow as she put her hand on Ameiah’s shoulder, pulling her into Daphne’s and her embrace. Ameiah fell into her embrace as she had a look of defeat as she embraced the goddess back, eyes still locked on the dull heart.

The Dreums approached the sorrowful group and eventually swallowed them up. The group turned to stone as every detail in their face was captured. The statues eventually started to ash away, turning to dust as the ashes flew into the air, glowing a bright blue. The souls flew into the air as their souls flew into the direction of Sadira. The groups souls had already landed on the branch, their souls turning into the very leave that makes the tree soul wonderful. The Dreum start to speed away looking for next people to avenge when suddenly, a bright glowing light blared across the realm, decimating all Dreums in its way… Tragedy’s Heart’s life had come back, fulfilling its duty, and succeeding the reason it was created.

Every soul that had been taken and turned was falling from the branches of Sadira, much like the autumn leaves of a tree in fall. Everything had been restored as the cities had been inhabited ad ridden of life was full and lively. The realm of Elysium’s plants color had been restored as the plants and shrubs practically glowed with life.

All five of the members had reversed everything they needed as their statues reformed, and eventually turned back the original materials, skin, fabrics, all sorts of thing. The former statures, now people stayed still before their chests finally breathed out, indicating life in the people. Ameiah opened her eye and looked around, reveling in the restored scenery. She smiled and laughed in a victory as she felt the rest of her friends chest move against her and knew they were alive and alright. The rest of the group moved as they relished in the new scenery and smiled along with Ameiah. After a minute of regrouping, Demeter transported the group back to Mount Olympus as they looked at the scenery. Buildings destroyed, palaces turned to rubble, but the people had been restored as the city was partially thriving like once again.

It took a few hours but eventually, Demeter took the group to Daphne’s cottage, where the Cherubs had originally taken Ameiah to after shoving her into the waterfall. Ameiah had been chatting with the group for hours on end when suddenly a knock on the front door was heard. Ameiah offered to open the door as she walked to it. She opened the door with a smile before it shrunk with a confused look.

At the door, A woman and a man stood there with heartfelt smiles. Ameiah noticed that man had winged ears just like her and that the woman had looked closely related to each other as she connected the dots.

“Mom? Dad?” She questioned as she stood at the door. Demeter and Daphne overheard her words and perked up, speed walking to the door. Daphne squealed and moved to hug the man as she hugged him tight. The man chuckled awkwardly as the woman next to him looked at him with a dangerous look. He opted to give Daphne a quick side hug and shrugged her off and waved to Demeter.

“Yes sweetie, it’s us! I’m so proud to see you all grown up!” the woman smiled and hugged Ameiah. Ameiah laughed in relief as she watched to the two people, finding all the similarities and differences between the two adults. Demeter offered to let the inside for a drink and to get to know Ameiah and vice verses.

“I’m so glad I got to finally meet you… I really am” Ameiah smiled as she hugged the two. The couple hugged back tightly and smiled along with Ameiah. All three of them walked out of Demeter’s home after saying their goodbyes. Hermes held Ameiah’s shoulder as they transported back to Ameiah’s uncle, and Hermes adopted brothers house.

As they all got to the porch, Ameiah knocked on the door, expecting there to be no answer due to her uncle usually going to sleep around sundown. Surprisingly, he immediately opened the door as he looked for Ameiah immediately, squeezing her tight when he noticed her, checking her for any injuries. He almost shed tears when he finally noticed the couple standing behind her as she stepped to the side.

Hermes immediately moved to hug his brother long and tight as they patted each other’s backs. They finally let go of the hug after a few seconds and Peitho stepped to hug the man as well as he welcomed her. He asked the family to come inside, and mostly asked Ameiah to explain why she disappeared out of nowhere and didn’t come back for months on end.

As she explained everything that happened, she asked her uncle if she could live with her parents now, of course offering to visit often and help take care of the animals in the barn she had been helping at since she ever could. The man hesitantly agreed and made her reassure that she would visit him. The family decided to stay with the brother for two weeks to catch up.

The family left after two weeks and often visited as Ameiah got used to her new scenery that she could now call home.

The End…

Spirits of Sadira…

[writingamongther0ses]

The trouble began when her child, screaming his little head off, came into the world.

Pasiphae paled when she saw her son, the cord still connected to him. There was no sign of Mino’s blood in him. Instead, soft brown fur the color of her own hair covered his body and the big watery eyes of the beautiful white bull scrunched close as he wailed.

This was it. Her husband would know. Know of her monstrous desire and the deed she had committed, willingly or not. Even though her body ran hot with the action of labor, a cold shiver ran down her spine. The midwife and her helper were already whispering and Ariadne’s eyes were wide. She had her brought in to help teach her about what was expected of her, but now all Pasiphae wished was for her to be gone.

Her husband stared at her baby.

A bead of sweat ran down his brow.

He turned to her, mouth opening. Pasiphae stared back at him, hoping to all of Olympus her guilt didn’t show. He shut his mouth and pressed his hand there.

Silence froze the room.

“My wife...” This was it. “Uh...do you think...it’s possible my father did this?”

...what.

Minos continued, unaware of her racing thoughts. “I mean, I know he carried off my mother in the form of a bull but she never told me if they...” He gestured down at his genitals.

Oh.

Wait.

Minos started to pace. “But if they did, then of course our children would show signs of that...it’s...Ariadne!” Her daughter stiffened at being called out. Her husband gestured forward and she did as commanded, yelping as he grabbed her face. Minos turned her head from side to side, eyeing her. “Those eyes...big and bovine...” He mumbled, finally releasing Ariadne. “Of course, it makes sense.”

No it did not.

But Pasiphae would take it.

The baby was handed to her now, the midwife and her helper nodding and agreeing that it made sense. The baby cooed as he rested his head and she felt the flick of his little ears against her skin. “What...what do you want to call him, husband?”

Minos smiled and gently rubbed their son’s head, not even flinching at the fur.

“Asterion.”

[halcyon-writings]

a/n: I rewatched blood of zeus again and here we are

- warnings for threats but nothing awful(?) i think, just zeus being mad he was caught ha, manipulation (the reader does the manipulating #BossMoment)

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you hear him before you see him. your doves ruffle their feathers at the thunder, but do not leave the perch on your arms. silently, you coo as you give them gentle head-scratches, such loyal creatures they were.

“you told her.” is not a question. thunder rumbles above the humble palace you own, and you do not turn to face him right away. which serves to only anger the king of the olympians further.

were you a lesser being, you would have been fearful for your life. but alas, you were no such being. rather, you were exasperated.

“did you expect me to lie?” is your question in return. he growls and you feel him grab at your wrist, jostling the dove as you send it, along with it’s kin, away, you were glad to toy around with him, but for your animals you would take no such risk.

instead you sigh, “i would never lie to my mother.” not like you, is unspoken, but the words hang heavily in the air anyway.

it was no secret that your conception was a sore spot for the olympian, after all, no one would have believed lady hera would join a man in bed that was not her husband, but she had felt particularly spiteful that day, and now months after that, you were born as a new godling on olympus raised there alongside the gods you also had (albeit hesitantly) called your half-siblings.

such a fact that you were only the queen’s child burned zeus. especially when it wasn’t him bringing the children outside of their marriage to olympus for once, and the fact that you shared more features with your birth father instead of your lady mother, a constant reminder of the “humiliation.”

(serves him right, you had thought once you had grown old enough to understand what his actions had truly meant).

instead you sigh, already preparing the little act you knew he would fall for again and again.

“why do you want to hurt her?” you ask, voice shaky, leaning against one of the pillars near you for emphasis.

“i-”

“i know it’s because you must hate me so much that you punish my mother more and more,” for emphasis you sniff, almost breaking the act at the perplexed look on his face quickly turning into shock from the sheer humor of its appearance, “you celebrate my half-siblings but i understand your dislike for me lord zeus.”

you look up at him with your watering eyes and see the shame on his face.

“do you no longer love mother?” you tremble.

“no! i just meant-”

“then just please stop hurting her,” guilt joins the shame on his face, especially at the small sobs you give, and the firm hand on your wrist loosens, instead, he gently takes your hands in his own and it takes far too much effort not to wrench them out of his grasp.

“please understand, that what happens between your mother and i are matters that we must discuss ourselves,” ah same old same old.

“it’s not fair,” you blurt out, still letting the false tears fall down your face, “you promised mother you wouldn’t see the mortal woman, but you did, you even stay there with her-”

the panic that flashes in his eyes is satisfying. the proud zeus stammers an excuse out but it only serves to implicate him further.

and now for the kicker,

breaking the eye contact, you stare down at the marble floors, a small, weak sob leaves your lips, “i just don’t want mother to cry anymore.”

there it is.

“this is the last time,” zeus promises, and soon enough, he leaves, this time the enraged thunder that he had arrived with disappearing into a quiet rumble.

you simply stare up at the ceiling for a moment, before scoffing. wiping the fake tears from your now dry eyes, as you mock his parting words.

“now that was quite the theatric,” a much gruffer voice says from the entryway, it was none other than ares. still, you wave to your brother as you snicker.

“too bad i wasn’t the god of the arts then,” you say, voice nothing like the shaky, and sad one you had used just before.

“we both know he must have went back to that place,” he says and your expression sours.

“he’ll get bored of that one eventually, didn’t he go to her in the first place because she was some queen? and mortals do age quite fast now,” you shrug. besides, if anything you could just fake the tears and antics again, maybe you could get another fountain in your palace’s courtyard...

“it’s quite a difference to see your real act after that fake one you know,” ares says with a snort, sitting on one of the cushioned benches near a bowl of fruit, taking a handful of grapes as he did.

“and no one would believe a thing,” you reply wryly, eyes narrowing as he essentially steals your snack.

instead you raise a hand as one of your doves returns, your eyes glow slightly as you lean forward, free hand giving the creature a headscratch like earlier.

“well, do you want to tell mother,” you look over your shoulder to your brother, as an exhale leaves your lips, “or shall i?”

because ultimately, you know that he will lie and swear his fealty to the marriage with hera, and then he will go back on his word, maybe he might even bring your new half-sibling to olympus too, and your mother will suffer the humiliation and betrayal again.

ares stands and you have an answer.

[jesshq]

Your safe now Neurosis

Your safe now Neurosis:

@an-indecisive-mess this is for you ^^~

Disclaimer: past abuse mentions and abuse recovery

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There was an explosion in the underworld as Hades exploded in rage in the palace.

Pain and Panic watch from the entrance to the throne room at what or who angered their dad.

“You HAD one job! Neurosis!” The god yells in rage at a yellow imp in front of him.

The yellow imp opens his mouth to respond only to be cut off by the in raged god.

“I could be ruling Olympus! If you just kept the kid busy!” Hades snaps making the imp winch.

“And you know what I do…to imps that fail, I FLAME BLAST THEM!” With that said the god started to ready a fireball.

Both Pain and Panic quickly teleported away to a different room.

“I’m sorry!” Neurosis sobs and holds his arms up to shield his head and face.

Just as Hades was about to throw the fire ball when he saw something on the back of Neurosis’s hands that was glowing:

A temporary spell mark…a temporary protective spell mark only one creature he knew could make…

Hades rage disappears instantly along with the fire ball he was about to throw, he then grabs Neurosis’s left hand which had the temporary  spell mark on it same with his right.

Neurosis stutters as Hades double checks the spell mark “B-Boss?!”

“Who gave this to you?” Hades asks gently, still holding Neurosis’s hand firmly.

“My mom…before I was sent here” Neurosis tries to pull away from the god of the underworld.

“I know that mark…WHY?!? Didn’t you show it to me before?! When I picked you up from Misery’s” Hades demands softly.

“Because Mom told me not to!” Neurosis tears up thinking of his mom.

Hades looks worried about this imp.

Hades gently touches Neurosis’ cheek and wipes away a tear “Neurosis…”

Neurosis shakes and hiccups, as his boss makes him look at him.

“Neurosis, what’s your mom’s name..”

Neurosis looks worried about that question Hades asks.

“Plague?” He answers.

——————-(time skip)—————-

Neurosis was so confused as his mom’s temporary spell mark on his hands was gone now, after Hades saw it and now currently.

Hades had summoned the fates and told them:

“I’m not asking about the future ladies, I need the past, I need Neurosis’s past, that’s not against your eye’s rules” Hades tells the fates.

Who laughed as they were Hades advisers and the fact he realizes that the past was always available to be seen, as he can’t use it as a shortcut.

The fates show Hades Neurosis’ past as he was around Panic’s age equivalent, and his mother’s name was familiar to him.

“Congratulations lord Hades~ you have found Plague’s third son~” the fate of past coos.

“Thus the third underworld heir~” the fate of the future laughs.

Hades crosses his arms “I’m calling this now you ladies don’t know everything especially the future well…”

The fate of present smirks “you only figured this out now?~”

Neurosis was so confused: what does being his mom’s third child have anything to do with the underworld heir?”

Hades looks at the yellow imp and crouches to his height.

“Neurosis this will be a lot to take in but…” the god of the dead says gently putting two hands on Neurosis’s shoulders.

“But your one of my kids~

Neurosis’ eyes widen “W-WHAT?!”

————————(few minutes later)——————

Neurosis was so confused about what happened in the last few minutes he just found out:

> Hades is his biological father, the missing dad his mom was always telling him about. and the dad she told him that she didn’t know if he was the father to hopefully throw Misery her abusive ‘dad’ off and protect her and Her mate HADES children from him

> That he had two long lost twin brothers as his mom did tell him that she had to abandon him to the care of her mom, so she could care for his brothers to protect them from Misery…and they were the imps Neurosis was introduced to when he was brought to the underworld.

> Pain was his older brother by three years in age equivalents and birth, and Panic was his twin brother and both were born on The same day as Pain’s just three years later..

> He was The third underworld heir

> He has Hades’ abilities as well as his mother’s

> He found out something his mom forgot to tell him and that she was a titan/Greek imp hybrid.

> So he has Greek imp (miseries), titan and Olympian blood in his veins.

> And he was given a small tour of the living area of the palace which was set up like a normal house, like the dorm-like room he was given when Hades first got him, like how all of Hades' minions got.

Neurosis looks around his new room in which he was going to share with his long lost brothers.

“you okay Neurosis?”

Neurosis jumps and looks at the doorway and sees Pain standing there.

“Yeah just..a lot to take in…” Neurosis looks down at his hands.

“Bet you're wondering how we’re going to unlock our abilities from dad huh?” The pink imp speaks softly knowing Neurosis’ issues due to the years of abuse in the hands of Misery.

Neurosis sighs as he remembers Hades telling him that in order to free him and his siblings' mother they had to use their titan, Greek imp and Olympian powers to defeat Misery…

“Yeah…”

Pain notices Neurosis rubbing his arm nervously.

“Hey hey it’s okay, we’re going to get through this together Neuro~” Pain coos as he walks over to his long lost little brother.

Neurosis whines “When is dad and Panic coming back?”

“Soon dad said he needed to pick you up some stuff like a ‘welcome to the family’ gift along with other stuff” Pain explains as he grabs Neurosis’ arm.

“Wanna watch some Tartarus Vision?” He asks.

Neurosis nods shyly and follows his older brother to the ‘living’ room, Pain then turns on the TV to Greek Fails.

“Want a snack, I’m going to make something for myself but if you want something too I’ll make ya something” the pink imp asks as he heads to the kitchen.

Neurosis’ stomach growls “maybe a sandwich”

Pain smiles and nods and enters the kitchen.

Neurosis looks at the TV and smiles then laughs as a Greek man trips and lands into some fruit.

After a few seconds, Pain comes back from the kitchen with two sandwiches.

“Here, made ya a turkey deluxe sandwich” Pain says softly and hands his little brother a sandwich.

Neurosis nodded and took a bite, Pain sat down with him on the couch and ate some of his sandwich.

Halfway through eating Neurosis’ stomach started to turn.

“Neurosis? Are you-“ Before Pain could finish his sentence.

Neurosis quickly threw his sandwich on the table and started to dry heave looking away from the food and onto the floor.

Pain quickly dropped what he was doing and rushed over to Neurosis and rubbed his back.

Pain then hears Hades’ chariot landing outside meaning one thing: dad was home.

Pain took a deep breath and yelled.

“DAD!!!”

——————————————————————-

Hades was helping Panic bring in some groceries and some items for Neurosis, when they heard Pain yell for him.

Hades rush teleports to Pain’s location and sees: Pain rubbing and trying to comfort Neurosis from the side as Neurosis had a puddle of throw up that he was currently adding more too.

“What happened?!” Hades asks as he couches to Pain’s height.

“I don’t know, we were eating a sandwich each, he was half way through when he all the sudden put his sandwich down and started to dry heave…” Pain sounded worried as Neurosis pukes again.

Hades frowns as Neurosis finishes and sobs.

Hades snaps his fingers and the puddle of puke disappears, and he manifest a blanket “Pain go help Panic with the groceries, I’ll watch Neurosis”

Pain nods and teleports to Panic, Neurosis shivers as Hades wraps him up and holds him.

“Easy Neurosis…man your aunt/nana Sorrow wasn’t lying when she said Misery was abusing you…never thought it was as bad as she said…” Hades frowns as he comforts Neurosis to the best of his ability.

“She did also mention you got hit ALOT in the stomach and bladder…”

Neurosis whines as his stomach now empty cramps from having no food.

“How about I make ya something that would be easier on your sensitive tummy~” Hades asks softly as he rubs his son’s belly.

Neurosis whines but nods.

“Okay, I’ll also call the family doctor while I’m at it” Hades says as he puts Neurosis on the couch.

Neurosis watches Hades head to the kitchen and start to cook something.

“Hey Neurosis you okay Pain said you weren’t feeling good…” Neurosis turns to see Panic putting some groceries on the table and sitting on the side of the couch like a bird.

“I…I was punched so much in the stomach…that I just developed a sensitive stomach and weak bathroom issues…” Neurosis pulls the blanket wrapped around him closer.

Panic frowns as Pain brings in the rest of the groceries.

“Hey we’ll help you through it~” Panic speaks in a soothing tone as he rubs Neurosis’ back.

Neurosis then feels something ruffle his hair, and looks up to see Pain grinning playfully.

“Besides you have two brothers and a great dad to help you~” he smirks.

Neurosis starts to laugh as Pain starts to poke him, soon Panic joins in as well.

Hades listens from the kitchen as he prepares some salmon and shrimp for dinner which was going to be: lemon salmon and garlic shrimp on rice.

“He’s going to be okay~ just it will take some time~” Hades whispers to himself.

Hades continues to make dinner.

—---------------------------------------(later)--------------------------------------------------

“Boys dinner is ready”

Hades yells as he puts dinner on the table.

Instantly Pain teleports to the table as soon as his dad yells.

Panic comes flying with a frown “dad…Neurosis doesn’t wanna eat…”

Hades nods “he came from an abusive home boys…give him time~”

Hades then makes a plate of food and puts it on the island with a window to the living room.

“Neurosis….if your hungry here's some food for you~” 

With that Hades then took a seat at the kitchen table and started to eat with his children.

About halfway through dinner Pain notices a pair of yellow hands reaching up and taking Neurosis’ plate down from the island.

“Psst dad..” Pain whispers and tugs Hades’ toga, and Points to the island.

Hades looks up and smiles softly as he can hear the quiet sounds of someone eating on the other side of the wall.

-----------------------------(on the other side of the wall)----------------------------------

Neurosis sighs as he never used a fork before so he was eating with his hands…like he used too.

“It tastes so good..~” Neurosis whimpers for the first time in a long time, he could actually eat a HOT meal without hiding it or being punched in the stomach to throw it up as your ‘father’ didn’t like you eating it.

“If mom was here…” Neurosis puts down his half eaten meal and looks at his food covered hands as tears start to form in his eyes.

He remembers his mother and his auntie trying to do everything in their power to help him and to keep him at a healthy weight….but his ‘father’ Misery always abused him mentally and physically.

Neurosis covers his mouth and starts to cry….Misery always said if he heard him cry he would beat him more….

“Neurosis?” 

Neurosis whips his head towards the doorway to the kitchen and sees Hades holding a second plate for him and a worried look on his face.

“Hey….hey…what’s wrong?” Hades speaks softly as he crouches down to Neurosis’ height.

Pain and Panic enter the room the second they hear Neurosis crying, Hades scoops up Neurosis.

“I..don’t.. I grew up in an abusive home….now here….my ‘mom’ and my REAL mom trying to protect me, my ‘siblings’ were actually my cousins…” Neurosis hiccups as tears fall down.

“It is a lot to take in…” Hades tries to calm Neurosis down.

“I was always beaten, forced to eat what Misery wanted me to eat, and I DON’T know how to do anything… I DON’T even KNOW how to Eat with a FORK!” Neurosis cries out and puts his food covered hands on his head.

Hades frowns as Panic and Pain come closer, Hades hugs Neurosis who hides his face into Hades’ shoulder.

“We’ll find a way to free her from her curse, Neuro…. We’ll free her and Sorrow and you and the boys' cousins…. Daddy promises…” Hades hugs all three of his kids, he then wipes Neurosis’s face with his toga.

“We’ll defeat/weaken Misery… and free her….but right now you boys have to ‘master’ your god and titan powers….but~ I believe we can free Sorrow and your cousins very easily if I talked to some gods on Olympus or at least Auntie Echidna” 

Neurosis giggles as his ‘mama’ Sorrow always told him about his Auntie Echidna, he feels Panic wipe his tears away.

“There now don’t cry…~” Panic coos as Neurosis’ stomach growls, then Pain takes Neurosis’ hand.

“Come on~ you're still hungry” the pink imp states as he guides Neurosis to the kitchen and helps him onto a chair at the table.

“Pain has a point about that Neurosis~ you can eat at the table and when you want now…getting used to all this will be new but we’ll get through it as a family~” Hades smiles and places Neurosis’ half eaten meal in front of him on the table.

“but…I was basically treated like an animal….I don’t know how to use a fork, as Misery never gave me one with my meals and ‘mama’ Sorrow and mom couldn’t make or get me one….” Neurosis whimpers as his mom always told him at a table if he got away from Misery, is to always eat with a fork unless the food is finger food.

“Well you boys are having a bath after dinner, this way Neurosis can get his fur cleaned, and I can get his bed ready in your bedroom boys.” Hades explains as he lets the boys finish their dinner.

“Okay…dad..~” Neurosis whispers and continues to eat his meal.

“Just don’t make yourself sick~” Hades explains as he continues to eat.

—---------------------------------(after dinner)-----------------------------------------------

Neurosis when he enters the bathroom sees a big tub with a waterfall shower and waterfall faucet, it was just like any other part in the underworld palace in which was mostly carved or made of stone or fire proof material, the tub was made of smooth underworld stone.

The bathroom was also very big as a bit from the tub was the toilet and the sink with two mirrors, as well as a shelf that held Towels and other bathroom things.

“It’s very big,” Neurosis said to Pain and Panic who were grabbing some towels.

“It kinda has to be, considering dad sometimes takes a bath with us,” Panic explains as he puts two towels on the side: one for him and the other for Neurosis.

“I’ll be honest but I never really had a bath before….” Neurosis says as he watches Pain get the tub ready and add some stuff from a bottle and it makes the water bubble.

“Didn’t mom or auntie/’granny’ Sorrow show you?!?” Pain exclaims as Neurosis looks relatively clean when they met him.

Neurosis pokes his fingers together awkwardly “well…Misery always beaten me and since mom’s curse basically give her a water like form, but we had none of this thing called soap, even ‘mama’ Sorrow couldn’t smuggle that in for us…also I think that soap stuff made mom feel ‘sick’ so all we could do was rinse me off and dry me off with my ‘blanket’ ” 

“What about genitalia slit hiding clothing and bras? they must have taught you about our anatomy? Right?” Pain asks as He checks the temperature of the water.

“I know that we’re Hermaphrodites, and a bit about genitalia slit hiding clothing and bras….” Neurosis said but sounded a bit hesitant .

“You're hesitating….what did he do about that….” Panic asks worriedly.

Neurosis sighs “mom couldn’t make or get  me any of that stuff even when I got to the ‘mental age equivalent’ when I was entering that mature stage like to start enter heat cycles….in which a greek imp usually starts to wear that stuff to hide our genitalia slits so other creatures and humans can’t try anything when we’re shapeshifted into a female or male version at least that's what mom and ‘mama’ Sorrow told me why we wear that stuff”

“Well… its also to make it hard of slave or mythical beast hunters to figure out what is a ‘male’ or a ‘female’ greek imp…” Pain pointed out.

“BUT what did Misery do?” Panic says with a frown.

“Oh ‘mama’ Sorrow wasn’t given or could the fabric that is normally used, so she had to use the scraps form when she made that stuff for our cousins, for my genitalia slit hiding clothing and bra….before I left mom and ‘mama’ Sorrow were able to smuggle some of the fabric in and made some of MY OWN genitalia slit hiding clothing and bras, ‘mama’ Sorrow gave some to dad before he picked me up at the meeting spot, and mom gave me the pair she made for me….the one set…I’m wearing now…” Neurosis looks sadly down at his body at his genitalia hiding clothing.

Panic and Pain look upset… a greek imps genitalia hiding clothing hides their Hermaphroditism and helps figure out who calls themselves a ‘guy’ or a ‘girl’.....the fabric for these stuff is also fireproof and can only be slashed off with a weapon that can hurt a immortal, as well as shapeshifts with the greek imp and STAY ON.

“You just miss mom huh?~..” Pain smiles softly and rubs Neurosis’ back.

Panic sighs as unlike his ‘older’ brother and missing twin brother….he never really knew their mom…he was the mental age equivalent of 1 when she was ‘killed’ and cursed.

“Forget it Panic…mom won’t want you to dislike your long lost twin who was mentally and physically abused daily by Misery….and dislike him for spending so long with her…longer than you…” Panic whispers in his head then hugs Neurosis, making Neurosis nuzzle him back for some comfort.      

“Come on you two the tub is ready” Pain states as he starts to remove his genitalia slit hiding clothing and climbs into the tub.

Panic and Neurosis nod and remove theirs and climb in too.

—------------------------(after the bath and in the boys room)--------------------------

After the bath Neurosis put on the onesie Hades got for him, and went to where Pain and Panic’s room was as it was on the palace tour when Hades gave him his workers dorm.

“This isn’t so bad…” Neurosis whimpers softly as he enters the room and sees Hades adding the finishing touches with a goddess he didn’t recognize and ducked behind the doorway.

“I’m just saying Hades honey if you have any trouble with Neurosis, mom said me and her can take him in if his abuse affected him too much…” the goddess says worried.

“Don’t worry Seph if Neurosis needs some time to settle but…I think he’ll be happy to meet his ‘stepmom’ but it will be HIS choice if he wants to do therapy for his abuse with you and your mom” Hades smiles and notices Neurosis hiding at the door way.

“Speaking of~ there he is now” the lord of the underworld smiles softly.

Neurosis tries to hide behind the doorway, staring at the goddess.

“She looks like mom…” Neurosis whispers in his head, with a unsure look on his face.

The goddess’ skin was a leafy green, and had yellowish green hair, with a pink/purple dress, she had a figure that matched his mom’s but wasn’t as tall as his mom, her eyes were a baby blue, and she had some flowers in her hair and a vines on her dress.

“Hello sweetheart…~ my name is Persephone~ I’m your ‘step mom’ don’t worry I’m not mean~” the goddess coos.

Neurosis slowly comes into the room, then feels Hades lift him up.

“Don’t worry your mother knows of Persephone, I told her by telling ‘mama’ Sorrow and your mom has agreed to let her in the ‘harem’ aka family~ if you need someone to go to if you want some therapy for Misery’s abuse Persephone wants you to come to her place~” Hades explains as Persephone holds out a finger so Neurosis could touch it.

“Her place….” Neurosis tears up…

“Are you going to send me away?!” Neurosis cries he just found his REAL family and his dad was going to send him away.

“Nononono! Tartrus! no! Neurosis daddy isn’t sending you away!” Hades tries to explain and get his sensitive son to stop crying.

“YOU’RE SENDING NEUROSIS AWAY?!”

Hades' facepalms and Persephone looks at the doorway and sees Pain and Panic standing there, alarm and tears in their eyes as what was going through their heads was: they just got their missing brother…were they going to lose him.

Persephone and Hades groan and sigh as now all of Hades’ and Plagues' offspring were crying.

----(a hour of explaining that Neurosis wasn’t leaving and comforting all three imps)---------

“So I’m not leaving….” Neurosis whimpers sitting on Persephone's lap with Panic, sitting on Panic’s bed.

“No…it for if your past abuse is too hard for you and me and your brothers can’t help, you can go to Persephone and stay with her as she and her mom like helping monsters and creatures like greek imps from past abusive situations~.... I wouldn’t send you away when you just got here Neurosis…” Hades explains as he rubs Pain’s head.

“It's YOUR choice, your father or me won’t force you, you can stay with your brothers and father as much as you want now~” Persephone soothes and kisses Neurosis’ forehead.

Neurosis nods but smiles at Pain and Panic then back at his ‘step mom’ and dad “okay~”

“Now that that's all settled~ how about we go to the living room and watch some greek fails~ and have some milk and cookies for a night snack~” Persephone smiles sweetly.

“Okay!~” both Pain and Panic cheer.

“What's a cookie?” Neurosis asks.

An awkward silence fills the room, and then Persephone laughs.

“Its something I think you’ll like~”

-------------------(after half a hour of greek fails and night snack)---------------------

Neurosis rubs his eyes as Persephone carries him back to him and his brothers room, Hades not far behind holding a sleeping Pain and a drowsy Panic.

“5 cookies and a big glass of milk~ for each~ Seph I swear you put the boys in a food coma when you come down here~” Hades chuckles as they enter the room, and puts Pain in his bed.

Neurosis yawns and rubs his eyes “do I need to sleep on the ceiling?...”

Hades and Persephone pause what they were doing.

“No” both spoke in a parental tone

Neurosis nods and watches Persephone tuck Panic in, then the goddess moves to tuck him in, Neurosis rubs his eye as the goddess lays him down in his bed which felt like a cloud.

“I’m glad I got him a cloud mattress, and a cloud pillow like the boys~” Hades chuckles as he watches Neurosis roll on his side and snuggle into the pillow.

“It's so soft” Neurosis softly coos as his onesie was soft and warm, now he had a soft bed and pillow.

Persephone pulls up a soft honey-colored thick blanket, tucked in Neurosis, and gives him a kiss on the cheek, placing a pale yellow plushy bunny in his arms.

“Sleep well Neurosis~” she coos and kisses Panic and Pain good night.

Hades gives each of his kids a kiss before turning off the light allowing, the crystal like rocks that Neurosis was curious about when he first was shown him and his brothers’ room, started to glow shades of blue, green, purple, and yellow.

Neurosis yawns and hugs his plushy, before feeling his bed move and when he looks worried, only to see Panic climbing into his bed.

“What are you?...” Neurosis whispers tiredly and unknowingly purrs as Panic hugs him and cuddles with him.

“I just wanna sleep with my brother…~” Panic explains and purrs as Neurosis and him get comfortable.

“Also I can wake you up if you're having a bad dream..” 

Neurosis giggles and closes his eyes, and doesn’t feel his bed move as Pain crawls in.

All three imps fall asleep in a sibling embrace: using the other as a teddy bear.

—----------------------------------(with Hades)-----------------------------------------------

Hades lays down in his bed as Persephone had to return to her mother’s to help her with work.

The god of the dead smiles as he sees how much Neurosis is smiling and learning about things MISERY didn’t allow him to have.

“Guess I’m going to talk to Echidna and some on Olympus to free Sorrow and the miseries, I’m kinda glad Sorrow sent Doubt and Pandora here to live, wonder how Neurosis will react to them…” the flame headed god sighs, then smiles.

“Your safe now Neurosis~ it will take some time for you to heal…but your safe now~” 

With that Hades goes to bed.

[miraculous786]

I vote Damian to be Mari's Persephone because it would be hilarious to see him making flowers bloom when his wife is happy and when she's sad he brings out the hawthorns on anyone that made his Queen cry.

Note: Thank you so much Nonnies and @loveswifi for the help with this! Hope you enjoy it! ❤️❤️

Masterlist

A Hidden Hades Hunting For (Hopefully) Her Husband

Damian is son to Talia al Ghul, the goddess of harvest, sacred law, and the cycle of life and death. There are rumours that beneath her sweet exterior is a woman of high authority and challenge, but none have been confirmed.

She is believed to have wooed Bruce (Zeus) into having her child, however it is more widely accepted that she used her magic and power over fertility to have his offspring without him knowing. His wife Selina refuses to believe that such a brooding yet faithful man would cheat on her after he rid of his playboy-persona millennia ago.

In this AU, Jason is Ares, Dick is Hermes, and Tim is Athena.

Only those who know her well are aware of her true bubbly personality. They’re mostly the deceased souls of those who’ve died.

Marinette is Hades - goddess of the Underworld. She took visits to Earth in order to experience what life was like for mortals years ago, except stopped when gossip flew about around her being dark, despicable, evil.

Marinette laughed. Her domain didn’t need any worshippers in order to prosper, but she didn’t tell Lila that. She only sat back and watched, a grin on her face as students with glowing eyes accused her of unspeakable acts. It was only when one that she viewed as a sibling of sorts - Adrien Agreste - did as well that she decided to do something.

What happened was that a class of teenagers she came back to frequently were put under the spell of Dolos, or Lila who she took the form of. She sensed Marinette’s ichor and threatened to turn her followers against her if she didn’t conform to her will.

It was only after all of their deaths that they learnt what happened.

With a flick of the wrist, a crack formed in the ground beneath Dolos, soon enlarging into a crater as limbs made of fire pulled her screaming form down into the depths of the Underworld. The class watched, stunned, but then a fog began to clear out of their minds. They seemed to wake up, apologies on the tips of their tongues, only to realise that Bridgette and Adrien weren't there anymore.

Dolos was doomed to having to solve an infinite puzzle, whilst Adrien was allowed to live as an equal to Marinette in hell. The class, now adults, are sentenced to be souls who help them in their duties. They aren’t mistreated, however. On the contrary, they’re viewed as friends to her.

Now, we skip to present day.

Damian is sitting on a bench in one of the gardens that he is confined to on the orders of his mother, when he suddenly hears what sounds like a bark. He turns around, only to be met with something shoving him to the ground.

He whips out a vine, wrapping it around the creature to inspect its species. That's when he realises that it's a dog. A very happy dog that starts to lick his face all over and leave its saliva everywhere.

Despite his cold personality, Damian has a soft spot for nature and animals of any sort. He picks it up, stroking it gently and trying to fight off the urge to smile at the way it leans into his touch.

He's touch-starved himself, to put it simply.

Damian sits with what he realises to be a male dog for a few minutes more. He doesn’t bother to keep an eye out for Talia - he’s too busy creating vines that his new friend bats at with his paws. It explains why he doesn’t realise the person walking up to him until they put a hand on his shoulder.

A polite voice calls for him, asking if he found their pet.

He turns, only to be met with a beautiful face framed by a black hood. The woman smiles at him, then suddenly calls out, “Titus!” with a surprised expression.

The animal in his arms leaps forward, starting to lick her whilst jumping up and down happily. Her laughter causes Damian to freeze, since he starts to sense the magic surrounding her. She’s a diety, he realises. But how did she get in here?

That day is the day that a friendship blossomed between Damian and Marinette.

She convinces him that she’s a nymph of sorts, citing that the reason some plants wilt around her are because of a curse set upon her by Talia. It makes him cautious and understandably distrustful until she assures him that she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

They keep their meetings a secret for years, though it doesn't feel like that long because of their immortality. Titus is usually the communication between them, and leads Damian to where he needs to go within his mother's gardens to find Marinette.

She has earrings that preserve her identity and prevent nature around her dying - however, plants still wilt and weaken enough to be on the brink of death. They are brought back to life by Damian almost constantly when she is in his presence, meaning she can touch them without worry.

As time passes, the two become closer. Instead of words, they begin to trade flower crowns and daisy chains. They always have blushes on their cheeks when talking to one another, or even thinking about each other.

This doesn't go unnoticed by Talia.

She plans to figure out once and for all why her son's demeanor has changed, at least until she's called to Olympus by the higher-ups in order to discuss something. Something involving Damian.

This only makes it easier for the two to get away with their escapades.

One day, whilst her and Damian are sitting under a tree, Marinette pulls out a black ring. She shyly offers it to him, making him flustered as he slowly takes and slides it on his finger.

What he doesn't know is that there's magic laced within the jewellery.

They relax for a few minutes in silence, until she breaks it by calling his name. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself as she explains that she's not really a nymph - she's a diety. A diety that he wouldn't like if he found out about the domain that she ruled over.

A soft hand cups her tear-stained cheek. She looks up, only to hear Damian whisper, "I'm sure that's not true, Beloved."

That's all it takes for her to yank him forward into a kiss, which he returns full-force under the watchful gaze of her sibling Adrien in the shadows. It takes all of his will to not jump up and down from joy.

They officially become a couple that day.

Marinette returns to the Underworld in the evening with a dazed expression, causing Alya and her friends to grin and float up to her. She deals with their relentless teasing, trying to cover her face out of embarrassment whilst she hesitantly tells them all what happened.

Adrien is the first to suggest courting Damian, though she immediately shuts it down and expresses fear at being found out. Her reputation was tainted, after all - and maybe he would go back on his promise of still loving her true self.

He manages to convince her of his sincerity by reminding her of all their interactions (he may or may not have watched over them to keep watch and see his ship sail), and Marinette eventually comes to the decision to start courting.

As she prepares lavish gems to gift him in the future, she is unaware of what is happening in the skies way above.

She'd refused to give him up - saying that he was her pride and joy and the perfect soldier for them to use in battle against future enemies trying to overthrow them. That made him even more angry.

Bruce, after a long conversation with Selina and his many children, had decided to have a conversation with Talia about his youngest son not too long ago. He showed interest in wanting to have custody of Damian on Olympus instead of her having him on Earth, making Talia lose her sweet attitude and gain a scowl.

Lightning struck harsh that night, and the goddess of harvest had returned home with her tail between her legs and a newly-formed resentment towards Damian. He was too busy thinking about his 'nymph' friend to notice, however.

In Olympus at the current moment in time, Damian is kneeling before Bruce. The god tells him to stand, his sons and daughters at his side displaying various levels of shock as he begins to explain why he is there, and why he will be in the future.

Everyone had agreed that Talia wasn't a good fit for him, due to her revealed intentions for his birth. He doesn't have time to argue about the situation before he is whisked away into a room fit for a royal, high in the clouds and miles away from his girlfriend.

The next morning, a dinner is set up with all of the gods in Olympus, including Tim, Jason and Dick. Dick is enthusiastic, trying to make conversation with Damian as his brothers are eating (or drinking coffee...). However, he has none of it.

He's too busy thinking about Marinette. How she would think that he'd broken his promise, or had abandoned her, or forgotten about her. His demeanor switches to his defensive one - cold, cruel, uncaring.

Marinette returns to Earth with a crown in her hands the next day, which has a shining jewel in the centre and spikes with the finest of gems at their points. She looks around excitedly, smile on her face as she and Titus wait for Damian.

Hours pass.

Up in Olympus, said diety is being introduced to family friends and other gods, that all coo at him much to his displeasure. He growls under his breath after every new person he meets, only cementing in everyone that he is a child. A young one that needs to be watched over like a hawk lest he attempts to go back to his mother.

Just as he enters his room with a heavy heart, he senses something strange in the mortal world. Large fields of crops near to his old home had just been destroyed - their roots upended and ripped out. His eyes widen.

Damian rushes to Earth, taking a route that is unknown to most whilst trying to keep hidden from his new siblings. He reaches his destination in a matter of mere seconds, but it's too late. He only breathes out a shocked sigh as he gazes down at the crater in the ground.

There's a glint of something gold at the bottom of it, and he picks the item - the crown - up with almost invisible tears in his eyes. The ring on his finger burns as a reminder of Marinette's emotions.

Below him, a frantic Adrien is trying to calm her down, but it's no use. The goddess of the Underworld is hysteric, crying rivers of tears filled with betrayal as souls all around try to ease her too.

Damian spends the next centuries and millennia on Olympus, sometimes returning to Earth when he wants to remember Marinette.

He keeps her a secret from all of the gods except for one of his friends - Jon (Artemis) - though he only mentions that she was someone important that handed him the crown that is always on his head.

He reluctantly begins to view Tim, Jason and Dick as brothers when enough time has passed, but never admits it. Selina and Bruce, however, catch the glints of relief in his eyes when they're in his presence. He finally has someone to talk to without worrying about Talia, excluding Marinette all those years ago.

Speaking of which, she had slowly become closed off and harsher in her treatment of the dead in the Underworld. They see that she's spiraling, hiding her depressed state under a constant frown, but can do nothing about it. Even Adrien is unable to bring back her kind personality in the absence of Damian.

That is, until he catches word from the messenger, Dick, that he is up in the skies on Olympus.

It's a slip-up, of course, but he still manages to catch what Dick says and act like he didn't. He waits until he's gone before he rushes back to Marinette and tells her what he suspects.

A small smile spreads across her face. One that is cruel like the rumours say, yet happy like she once was. Of course he didn't want to leave her, she thinks. He was simply forced into doing so.

Damian is talking to Jon about another recent affair in the middle of a mortal forest, when suddenly, he freezes. He feels a familiar burn at the ring on his hand, along with fields full of nature dying in an instant miles away.

He uses a zeta portal to teleport to the area, leaving behind a confused Jon. He zips around, eyes wide as he senses the plants around wilting slightly, along with some of the nearby animals inching away from him.

Everything becomes quiet. That's when he catches a flash of black darting around in the corner of his vision. He turns there, his eyes widening in recognition when seeing a dog wagging its tail happily.

"Titus!"

Damian takes a step forward.

A large crack forms in the ground beneath him, revealing the depths of the Underworld in all of their glory. Just as he's about to fall down, a chariot of the darkest colours hovers below him, soon speeding off without a second to waste with him inside.

He tries to command vines to capture the person at the reigns of it, but can only muster enough energy to sag back. Strong magic fills the air around him, forcing him to stay seated on plush pillows.

The last thing he sees before his sight is shrouded with nothing is a glint of red at his kidnapper's ears.

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More to come!

There will be a second part, which will include general headcannons and what happens after this. Feel free to send in an Ask if you have any suggestions of different legends in Greek mythology that could be included. :)

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[lukneetoonz]

LITTLE GODDESS PART I

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Summary: As a newer goddess you think back on how you got to where you are; in the throne room sitting next to your husband, the god of the dead.

Pairing: Hades!Aizawa x fem!reader, DadNyx!Izuku x fem!reader platonic, MomSelene!Uraraka x reader platonic.

Warnings: If you know Greek mythology I did some s*x references kinda, talks about getting pregnant, animals in distress slightly, mentions of skeletons and ghosts, arguing with parents, and a whole lotta fluff…

Word Count: 1,878

A/N: First official chapter! I wanted to give some background first before we jumped right into the ship making with aizawa himself! Please respect that I used Uraraka and Izuku for a ship, there will be other ships in here too but that doesn’t mean I disrespect anyone’s ships! I just used it for the fic! If you have any questions about the fic ask box is open = ) Happy Sunday 💓

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To begin the story you have to go back to the beginning of how it started, how the little goddess of monsters became even a thought. Y/N was the daughter, Nyx, also known as Izuku, and Selene, who goes by Uraraka. Now the mortals always come up with their stories and names for the gods that they worship. Of course everyone that the God of the night was a female and nicknamed him Nyx, even his statues had a women’s figure making him widely teased by the other gods. His wife on the other hand, found it endearing. She thought he must have been kind hearted if thought as a female since all the other gods always make themselves… known... Uraraka loved Izuku as soon as she met him, they went together like peanut butter and jelly. She’s his moon, and he’s her everlasting night, and she loves the night. For years they worked together, Izuku holding Uraraka as they made beautiful night skies that took mortals and even gods, breathes away. Together they watched olympus and the mortal world grow, yet the time came when Uraraka grew sad and began hiding the moon away from the mortals and gods. Of course, this worried her lover who noticed every little about her, after another moonless night he entered their beautiful cabin, going straight to their shared room

“Darling what’s wrong? Without your moon and stars, my darkness has been nothing.” Izuku brushed her brown hair back, making her sigh and meet his eyes “I went and visited our friend Shoto, and of course his mother rei was there…. I just- got jealous… Izu- She has 4 children! All of which admire her, and I have none…” Her voice mimicked a whispered as her hands rested on her flat and childless womb, a silver tear falling down her cheek “I want a child Izuku… a child with you.”

The loving god felt his breath hitch in his throat, thoughts racing through his mind before he started laughing, his cheeks turning rosy and eyes wrinkling before he cupped her cheeks and kissed her “We will go tomorrow to Queen Rei and get blessed by the goddess of birth herself! Of course I want a child, you should have told me sooner!” He laughed out, picking the small girl up and spinning her around “I promise that you will have a child in your arms soon.” Izuku rested his forehead on Uraraka’s as she smiled with now happy tears running down her chubby cheeks, automatically squeezing her husband into a tight hug

“I love you- I love you so much…” Uraraka cried out, kissing all over Izuku’s face “I love you too…”

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Uraraka leaned on izuku's shoulder, both of them watching their sleeping newborn. A smile danced on (y/sc) face as you subconsciously gripped onto Izuku’s finger. “Izu… she’s so small… are little goddesses supposed to be this small?” The new father laughed, his eyes never leaving his daughter “Our little goddess of creatures of the night may be small, but she's going to have a ferocious bite for anyone who tries to challenge her. I can tell.”

Stirring lightly, you made a tiny sound making both of them in high alert, Izuku looking around and Uraraka clutching you to her chest “False alarm… she just- made the sound?” Izuku questioned, as he stared at Y/N “Babies are-” Uraraka cut Izuku off and nodded “Unusual, but we will work it out! Especially if we go to Queen Rei and Nemuri, I mean Nemuri does have a lot of children” Uraraka started thinking, wondering if maybe she could take baby classes for baby goddesses

Lost in her thoughts she was slightly startled by the hands placed on her shoulders and she immediately looked up at her smiling husband “We will figure this out together… let’s go to bed for now, because I’ve heard that she won’t stay asleep for long” Nodding, Uraraka moved so the small newborn rested peacefully in her starry night decorated cradle that was placed next to the couples bed. “Goodnight My little star…” Y/N mother whispered to her before getting into bed herself, instantly being wrapped into Izuku’s warmth.

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5 Years Old

You may have been young, but your powers were strong. At just 5 years old you were bringing frog/bat hybrids to your parents that should have never been able to exist. Today was no different as you hopped along in the forest made to your parents liking, you stumbled upon an injured owl that reminded you of Fuyumi, a woman who has been teaching you since she was trusted by your parents. Apparently she blessed you at birth so you grew wise yourself and caught on fast to the lessons you were taught. So when you saw the owl, you knew you couldn’t possibly let it suffer all alone “What happened Mr owl? Did someone do this to you? You can tell me! My father said that he will take care of any mean people!”

Sadly, even with all that knowledge your imagination still ran wild, as the bird could not communicate with you… yet. The owl just tilted its head at you making out a broken coo, before its head turned around and spotted a raccoon. With a bright idea you ran and caught the raccoon, which really wasn’t hard since the animals loved you, and brought it over to the owl. “Don’t worry, it’s gonna be worth it in the end!”

You placed your hands on both animals, eyes turning purple as the wind picked up and purple rays swirled around the animals. Panicking, the raccoon and owl made sounds of alert since they didn’t understand what was going on as they floated in the air, but it ended soon when you caught your new little hybrid in your arms “EEK! You’re so cute!! I think I’m gonna keep you… only if momma and father say I can” Your lip pouted slightly as you huffed but nonetheless started running home, wanting to show your parents what you made

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10 Years Old

“Why do I have to go away with Aunty Momo?! It’s not fair momma!” You cried as you stomped your foot, growing older only meant your powers growing stronger. Since it was a lot like what Demeter could do, your parents were sending you to the mortal realm so you could see how she works with her power and strength “Y/N, this isn’t about sending you away… it’s about making sure you won’t get hurt if you lose control. Know that we are doing this for your own good!” Izuku tried reasoning with you but your doe (e/c) that were filled with tears pained him

“Am I dangerous?” A small whimper left your lips as the question left your parents speechless, Uraraka standing up and tackling you in her embrace “No! You’re not dangerous my little star! A lot of children like you had to learn to control their power, me and your father also had to learn to control our powers! But- we just aren’t the right ones to teach you…” As the sentence went on, your mother's words went to a mumble and your father put a hand on her shoulder and one on your head as he kissed both of your heads

“We love you so much… you are the best thing we ever created. Remember that” Izuku whispered, only getting a silent nod in return

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15 Years Old

It had been 5 years since you were sent to the mortal realm. 5 years and you realize now what your parents meant before sending you off. You couldn’t wait to get home. There was still time to go to school and study a bit more before officially doing your Olympian duties, so of course you wanted to take advantage of that. Running up to the familiar house you didn’t even get the chance to reach the door before two familiar faces came running out and tackling you in a hug “Mamma! Father! I’m sorry for before and throwing such a fit… I realize now- and- I love you guys… I’m so sorry I treated you like I did.” You sobbed out your apology before they could even speak, gripping onto them like you would leave again

“You were still a child Y/N…. you have nothing to be sorry for. You’re here now and you’ve grown so much!” Izuku had tears streaming down his face as he cupped your own “Just look at you! I’m gonna have to fight Enji so he doesn’t marry you off to any of his sons.” *He sniffled, making you chuckle* “I promise that won’t happen father” Your response only made the poor man cry more, making your mother step in

“My not so little anymore star… your father's right, you’re going to be the hottest thing next to Nemuri. Since we all know, no one will ever dare top the goddess of beauty herself.” Uraraka’s statement made you blush as you looked away “Mamma! Don’t say such things, she’s also the goddess of love, remember? I would like to have something like you and father have one day, and I’ll need her help so I can’t have her hating me!” The moon goddess just laughed at your statement patting your cheek “Don’t fear us old ones okay? It’s you newcomers that should be feared”

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20 Years Old

“Do you have your papers?” You nod in confirmation as you watch your father scatter about, making sure that everything is perfect for your first day in the underworld, aka your first time meeting hades “Y/N where is the gift-” Izuku was cut off by you holding said gift in front of his face “Father, don’t worry… how bad can one meeting turn out?”

Honestly, you were more than ready to get started on your duties as a goddess, more importantly, you were more than ready to get started working in the underworld. Sure the place had skeletons and ghosts, but it didn’t have true monsters, that’s where you come in. Smiling, you looked down at the small three headed cat and cooed “You’ll be good to the king won’t you? I almost don’t want to give you up… such a beautiful creature” You sighed as said cat purred against your hand “Y/N! C'mon we have to go!!” Groaning as you heard your father's panicked voice you got up and met him “Well let’s go old man, what are you waiting for?”

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[mystic-kitten-writer]

Flutter [M]︳01

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

AU: Greek Mythology (mini-series - 3rd installment)

Genre: Romance/smut

Rating: NSFW

Warning: Boob-job, oral sex (m. receiving), slight cum-play (body/facial), public sex, wing play (you got wings, and they feel good) 

Words: 13000+ 

Notes: After storing this story for so long, it's finally here! *excited clapping*

The second part (the final part of Futter) - is set to release at the end of this month. Here is the link to my Story Road-Map for the month of May. The second part will release on the same week as the prologue release of Ménage à Trois (Jimin x Reader x Taehyung). I made a small boo-boo on the story road-map and only had Ménage à Trois written, not Flutter. But I'll fix it soon! Also, I was going to do warn you guys about dropping the update today - but after babysitting my nieces, I just had to get it up here before I fall asleep lol.

Thank you, everyone, for waiting patiently, take care~!

Masterlist ︳Prologue  ︳02

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 He wasn’t just in love; he was head over heels, wholly consumed by a burning passion. The way you twirled in the flower fields, giggling innocently as you tugged him along. He loved you, and he knew, that now was the time. “Seokjin…?” You whispered, puzzled by his face of concentration, but he just smiled, brushing his hand against your flushed cheek, “My butterfly – my wings.”

Flutter [M] ︳01

           “Did you see Kitten this morning? It’s like she wanted to get ruined again.”

           “Give our sweet Princess a break – she’s only human after all…”

           “Hmm, we both know there’s not a single thing that our sweet Kitten can’t handle.”

           Your eyelashes battled innocently, cheeks reddening the more you listened. A harmonious mixture of disbelief and embarrassment painting your face.

           It was impossible to strip your gaze away from them - the way Taehyung and Jimin moved their plump lips, lustful words dancing off the tips of their tongues. The way they spoke, one would have thought they were talking about their wines, not their sexual rendezvous.

           What a way to start the day.

           “Kitten? Princess?” You spoke with a perfectly raised brow, fingers tapping on the armrest of the couch you sat upon—an easy thing, designed by the one and only, Taehyung, himself. But the newest addition of furniture was the last thing on your mind, especially knowing that Jimin and Taehyung were utterly love-struck.

           As if Eros, himself, shot them with one of his arrows.

           It wasn’t that you thought Taehyung and Jimin were incapable of loving someone; you just didn’t think they would share, let alone with a mere mortal.

           Your smooth voice reminded them of your presence, and they smirked to each other - leaning back into the couches they sat on. You could only imagine the filth coursing through those corrupt minds of theirs – was their mother really a human? They seem more like direct offspring of Aphrodite and Dionysus...

           Taehyung’s arms rested along the back of the couch, his fingers drumming as he crossed his legs, “She’s a beauty, y/n. But more importantly-”

           “She loves us, both of us.” Jimin finished, manspreading as his hands brushed through his hair, a sweet but devilish smile on his face. And just like that, you could see it; love. It twinkled in their eyes, and despite their shameless talks and the physical attractions, they genuinely loved her.

           “And to think that just a moment ago, you were cute, awkward, teenagers.” you giggled, brushing your curtain of hair behind your ears. Seeing them sporting the broadest smiles on their faces, in utter bliss, made your heart swell with happiness. You’ve seen them grow, all six of them, ever since you began a courtship with the eldest brother, Seokjin.

           To see them now, grown men, handsome and wise, and smitten, was the best thing that could have happened to you. To you, the brothers were your children, and it made sense since you’ve known them from the very beginning.

           “Have the others met her? I would love to meet her.” You beamed, leaning forward with eagerness, and Taehyung let his long fingers tap against the couch, “Nearly everyone, except Yoongi…but, you know him…”

           You pouted, nodding knowingly.

           He had his own worries, his own love troubles, and seeing people madly in love would most likely dampen his mood even more.

           “We invited you over as we have a task, something we could only entrust with you…” Jimin spoke, his voice light as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. With a tilted head, you nodded, eager to hear what the great Gods of Grapes could possibly want from just a butterfly-nymph like yourself.

           And the moment they spoke, you felt your heart stop, face dropping that stunning smile to a forced one.

           “We want to make her ours - officially. And there’s no one else we could trust with planning such an event than yourself.” Taehyung spoke, his eyes hazing over as he smiled to himself.

           Your breath hitched at his words; he couldn’t possibly mean what you think he does.

           “Y-you’re talking about marriage?” You muttered under your breath, and Jimin grinned, “Who would’ve thought we would be settling down already, the Great Gods of Moscofilero and Xinomavro.”

           Taehyung and Jimin chuckled to themselves, nodding in unison at the thought, utterly oblivious at the sound of your involuntary giggle, hands intertwined on your lap. Your nails dug into your skin, bottom lip trembling as you thought about it – marriage.

           You loved Jimin and Taehyung, but not that way.

           You were happy that they were happy, glad that they found the one.

           The twisting of your stomach, the lump that built up in your throat, was caused by an entirely different thing.

           You’ve been with Seokjin for God knows how long, and yet, he never did propose or make any move that would suggest he was thinking of it. And while they were plenty of happy couples in Olympus, unmarried and with no desire to do so, marriage was something the both of you expressed a desire for – valued.

           How long has it been? Five hundred, maybe six hundred years in mortal time? Hundreds of years, the two of you have spent cuddled under the stars, love letters and poems shared in between.

           You were the couple people envied; the pair folks ran to whenever something went sour in one’s courtship. Aphrodite blessed your relationship as the ‘symbol of unity,’ boosting how she ‘couldn’t have had arranged a better pair than you.’

           Oh, the irony – is it seems that everyone else was ready to engage in the act of official unity, except the very symbols themselves. The gut-wrenching feeling, skin-crawling hearing the happy news from your two balls of joy – you were jealous.

           Jimin and Taehyung were ready to propose to a woman, whom they’ve known for less than a quarter than how long you and Seokjin have been dating. “I’m happy for you two.” You spoke slowly, compelling a smile to stay on your face as you gazed over at the two boys.

           It wasn’t like you fantasized about being a wife since you were little, but it still hurt.

           It was something you both cherished, and you didn’t think the relationship was failing, so what was it? If only you could pop the question, you would; but given Seokjin’s status, that was a no-go.

           Were you wasting your time?

           Asking too much from a God?

           Was he-was he in love with someone else? It wasn’t uncommon for the Gods to stray away, only a handful of them stay faithful – the brothers being prime examples. But Seokjin isn’t that type of man. He’s loyal, that was never a genuine fear – unless it should?

           Your heart was pounding vigorously, as if someone stuffed a waterfall inside of your body. The soft mummers from the boys were lost to the thrashing in your head – oblivious to the confused looks they shared.

           Was Seokjin just content?

           Maybe he does value marriage, just not with you.

           Now that you’re thinking about it…Every single thing that happened in your relationship was starting to make itself present in your mind.

           Every gesture, word, touch under heavy scrutiny in your brain. Even the small things were flashing, like a red blanket flying in the warm breeze in a field of white daisies. Everything seemed important.

           How Seokjin kept freezing up every time you hugged him or gave him a peck. Or how awkward he seemed at times at your presence, like he was uncomfortable or stress. It was like Seokjin was there with you but not at the same time. Was your relationship falling apart this whole time, and you just never noticed? So caught up in your emotions of love and admiration, you missed the signals appearing this past month alone?

           The warning signs – the red blanket.

           You felt it; hands resting over yours, causing your eyes to flutter open – not realizing you had even shut them. Jimin was kneeling in front of you, his hands grasping yours. “What’s wrong…? Are you mad at us?” he questioned, voice strained.

           “N-no, sorry, I was just thinking and- I’m sorry. I’m fine, Jimin, please don’t concern yourself with me-” you cooed desperately, cupping his hands and pressing a bright smile. But Jimin sulked, shaking his head at the words you spoke.

           “What is on your mind, y/n? We know you as well as you know us.” Taehyung huffed. He leaned over his knees, eagerly awaiting your answer. But the truth of the matter was, what do you say?

           That you’re jealous of some woman, you never met?

           That you wanted to marry their brother?

           “I-it’s nothing, I promise. I’ll gladly help you with your wedding.”

           “It’s Seokjin…isn’t it?” Taehyung muttered under his breath. With that statement alone, he clicked his tongue, head shaking as he straightened his back and gazed away. You couldn’t stop your breath from hitching, surprised that he guessed as fast as he did, but also not since it would be the only answer that would make sense.

           Jimin glowered, the grip on your hand tightening tenfold, forcing your eyes to fall back on the man kneeling before you. “J-Jimin, sit up. You know it’s shunned upon for a God to kneel before anyone less than-”

           “But you’re not just anyone. You’re practically our mother.”

           His small hand untangled themselves with yours, dusting his stunning black silks as he stood. A bittersweet smile painted your pink lips – they viewed you as a mother figure, and that meant tons. There was a reason why you were able to speak freely with them, not having to hold your tongue. You cleaned their diapers – you earned it.

           “I’m not sure what Seokjin did, but you know how he can be. He can be aloof.” Taehyung complained, and you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly. He had a point, although Taehyung isn’t one to talk. Aloofness was, more often than not, his middle name.

           But it wasn’t that Seokjin was unwise, he just proved…oblivious, for lack of a better word. For someone who was such a family man, a man who valued tradition and customs like the apple in his eye, he was unusually slow at picking up hints. There was a reason why you had to initiate the first kiss, the hand-holding. What a frustrating God, Seokjin, could be.

           So, was it aloofness?

           No, it was more so his fear of pushing you – hurting you. ‘You’re my butterfly – and I never want to be the reason why you no longer flutter as beautifully as you do.’ You smiled sheepishly, remembering his romantic words – what a goof.

           “Does…Seokjin wish to marry me?” you spoke under your breath, more so a question for yourself than for your boys to hear. Jimin’s eyes widen, his jaw almost dropping to the marble floor as he huffed heatedly.

           “That’s it; I’m going to talk with him. What’s wrong with that man? He’s beyond self-conceited and prides himself in being the most handsome God that he forgets to pay some attention to you.”

           You blushed at Jimin’s words, hearing the anger in his voice.

           There was one thing you learned about these boys – it was that Jimin was a sweetheart, but if pushed, he could make Zeus himself fearful. Standing tall, he raged internally; his jaw clenched as he brushed back his hair messily. A habit of his that often-had men and women swooning.

           “Jimin, no need to get worked up-”

           “But it’s utterly pathetic. He’s our older brother, yet Taehyung and I are set to wed before him! How embarrassing on his part. Can you even call yourself a God at that point?”

           He nailed it.

           “Maybe Seokjin isn’t interested-”

           “Now, you’re starting to anger me, y/n.” Taehyung growled under his breath, his hazel eyes glaring at you with venom. Tones of exasperation and annoyance were unfamiliar, let alone having it directed towards yourself. You prepared to speak, to ease the tension, but the sound of stumbling footsteps pattering along the tiles bet you to it.

           The footsteps caught the attention of you three, shifting your gaze to the tall man holding a pile of books. The unofficial God of destruction – this isn’t good. You bolted from your seat, running to Namjoon, knowing very well that it was only a matter of time before those hardcover books landed on the floor.

           “T-thanks, y/n.” Namjoon grinned, passing you a bunch of ancient dusty records. There wasn’t a moment in time where he wasn’t reading, or in the process of working on another study—a man of reason and education.

           “Another ‘study date’?” You teased, wiggling your brows, earning a lopsided grin. This man might as well move into Athena’s library with his partner – you’re surprised Athena hasn’t kicked him out or banned him.

           “I don’t think fucking is synonymous with studying,” Taehyung chuckled under his breath, causing you to shot him wide eyes. “What can I say – I learn best through demonstration.” Namjoon pestered back.

           These boys have no filter in the slightest.

           “That’s it, I overstayed my welcome, I’m taking off my lovely Gods of Grapes!” You squealed, tossing the pile of books onto the coffee table. Jimin chortled, friskily slapping Namjoon’s shoulder before edging forward.

           “Why not stay for lunch, we miss spending time with our mom,” Jimin asked as you grabbed your shawl. The delicate fabric fell over your shoulders, skimming your fluttering wings. Sitting down against the couch had your wings shuddering, basking in the sudden freedom, no longer constricted against the backing of the sofa.

           “I wish, but I have a lunch date with Seokjin-” you started, Jimin’s touch lingering over your torso. He made sure that the fabric laid perfectly over your exposed shoulders, tugging at the loose strands of hair that managed to get trapped between your wings and the shawl: Taehyung’s influence, no doubt.

           Jimin rolled his eyes at your words, ready to complain, but he didn’t get a chance.

           “That’s impossible,” Namjoon interjected, frowning as he let the rest of the books tumble from his arms. You both froze, staring at Namjoon sharply, your eyes urging him to continue. Namjoon lazily tossed the last book onto the growing pile before shrugging his shoulders, “He went to the mortal realm- had some business. He isn’t set to arrive till tomorrow.”

           The way Namjoon spoke casually, ignorant to the way Taehyung’s hands balled into fists. A timid ‘oh’ was all you muster up, your wings curving inward, self-doubt eating you up alive.

           Seokjin left, and he didn’t tell you.

           The look on Jimin’s face screamed pity, the hands that rested on your shoulders squeezing, ruining the work he put into making sure you looked nothing short of perfect.

           “Y/n-” he whispered breathlessly, and you forced a smile, “I’m fine, Jimin-”

           “You’re not fine, y/n, stop acting like you’re fine.” Taehyung groused, the whole room stilling at his voice. Namjoon’s face tensed, that relaxed expression vanishing as your figure cowered, hearing the way Taehyung’s temper flared.

           “What’s going on? Evidently, I missed something.” Namjoon spoke, eyes switching between you and his brothers. Taehyung clicked his tongue, shaking his head once again before looking through the large window – staring at the serene gardens of their estate.

           The gorgeous red and pink floras that covered the gardens, they were beginning to blossom. Their potent floral scents carried effortlessly in the light breeze and into their home – this whole time, you thought it was candles emitting the smell.

           A few dots of yellow scattered throughout the fields, and it didn’t take long to take note that they were bees. Bees that were hungrily buzzing away, enjoying the sweet taste of pollen from the budding flowers. Hoseok and his partner must be on their way here.

           “There’s nothing wrong, but I do need to go. I have things I need to do-” you mumbled under your breath. The last thing you wanted was to cause a more significant scene; the rest of the brothers getting involved. Mainly because the only person scarier than Jimin was Hoseok. You don’t want to make that ball of sunshine upset.

           Your hands scrabbled with Jimin’s, trying to fix the way the shawl draped your shoulders, before stopping. “Seokjin is neglecting y/n, and she thinks he doesn’t love her anymore!” Jimin blurted, and your face flushed in embarrassment.

           “Jimin!” you shrieked, and Jimin glared.

           “What? Is it not true? Were you not in tears just five minutes ago?” he fought back, crossing his arms. You frowned, mouth opening and closing at a loss of words. He had you there.

           “Y/n…is this true?” Namjoon whispered, and you found yourself panicking. You swear you’re going to kill Jimin and Taehyung-

           You rushed to form words, a string of incoherent sounds leaving you – just digging yourself in a greater and greater hole. Namjoon stared as you fumbled to think, and it was that look in his eyes that had you shutting up – because it was the lack of words in this case that spoke loud enough.

           “It just- it just doesn’t make sense.” Namjoon breathed, letting his being fall onto the couch in disbelief. Taehyung’s body bounced at the sudden drop of Namjoon, and he immediately rose his brows in surprise at seeing his elder brother so awestruck. He watched as Namjoon ran his hands through his hair, before rubbing his neck in deep thought. Namjoon was thinking – he knows something.

           Taehyung slouched over to Namjoon, curiously, seemingly noticing the same thing you picked up on. “I heard Seokjin went to talk with our grandfather a few weeks ago…does that have something to do with this?” Taehyung asked.

           Zeus? Why would he do that, he wasn’t due for another wine delivery for a few weeks-

           Namjoon griped under his breath, puckering as he stared up at everyone’s expression. Jimin’s arm snaked around your shoulder, pulling you close, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. “Is there something we don’t know?” Jimin questioned.

           Namjoon let out another sigh as if he was debating with himself- “Y/n…are you-are you certain about Seokjin?” You exhaled, the tips of your wings cowering even lower, grazing Jimin’s arm.

           “I-I thought we were okay. But the more I think about it, Seokjin’s been distant. He’s there for a moment, and just as we connect, he pulls. It’s like he’s on his toes, on edge. Like something is bothering him.”

           “Namjoon, if you know something-” Jimin edged, and Namjoon nodded.

           “I do, but it’s not what you guys think.”

           “Meaning?” you inquired, and Namjoon rubbed his chin.

           “Meaning – I thought you love-butterflies were betrothed.”

           Jimin and Taehyung almost dropped to the floor before snapping their heads back in your direction. Your eyes widen, hearing those words leave Namjoon’s lips. Was this some sort of joke? But the way Namjoon hunched forward, his expression nothing short of sombre.

           He’s serious. Namjoon genuinely thinks that you and Seokjin-

           “What gave you the idea that we’re betrothed?” you blubbered, rubbing your temples with your thumbs, trying to conjure up the vaguest idea of Namjoon’s logic. Your wings twitched in annoyance, completely caught off guard. Namjoon was the smart one, the brains of the family – but that was undoubtedly the silliest thing you have heard to date.

           Jimin brushed his locks, just as flustered, “Care to elaborate?”

           “Seokjin told me he was due to propose. I reckoned you were keeping silent until you set a date. I didn’t know this was going on. I thought you were happy.” Namjoon reasoned, and you let out a bitter laugh. “Fine? It seems like we’ve been anything but fine.” You huffed, crossing your arms.

           Marriage?

           Propose?

           If only-

           “And Seokjin said he was going to propose to y/n?” Taehyung inquired, and Namjoon’s mouth opened, but he didn’t utter a single word. His lips came to a close, head tilting as he thought long and hard.

           And at that moment, you felt it. The way your heart twisted, stomach squeezing painfully tight – as if someone kicked you in the gut.

           “He wasn’t talking about me when he said propose…was he?” You blurted, biting your lips to hold back to wave of tears threatening to explode. Your skin felt like it was on fire – cheeks flushed, a cold sweat rising as embarrassment took its course through your veins.

           Never, in your life, have you felt as stupid as you did now.

           “I need to go; please enjoy your lunch.” You pressed, forcing a smile to emerge on your face, not bothering to make it reach your eyes. Jimin swore under his breath, grabbing your hand as you tried desperately to turn on your heels, escaping his grasp.

           “Halt, you’re staying right here. I refuse to believe that Seokjin would do this. He loves you; we love you. You’re practically our mother-” Jimin fumed, Namjoon standing from his spot, nodding in agreeance.

           “There has to be a misunderstanding.”

           “I think Seokjin doesn’t appreciate y/n. Who leaves their partner behind for an overnight trip without saying a word?” Taehyung grumbled, crossing his arms as he slumped deeper into the couch. Jimin pouted, letting his fingers trail up your face, squeezing your chin, “I agree. Seokjin doesn’t appreciate you at all…after everything you’ve done for us.”

           “It’s fine. I guess-I guess…” the words left the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t finish your sentence. What were you going to do? Were you going to let six hundred years go down the drain?

           But if he doesn’t love you anymore, what more can you do?

           He said it countless times; he wanted you to fly. Spread those butterfly wings of yours wide, explore the world and be free.

           “I think it’s time I let him fly…” You whispered, and Jimin’s touch rose, wiping the small tear that fell down your cheek. “No, I refuse to see you hurt like this, y/n.” Jimin hummed, and Namjoon’s hand slipped over Jimin’s shoulder.

           “I agree, y/n. There isn’t another being who Seokjin loves as much as you.”

           “You two are the perfect pair, taught us that true love does exist.”

           “I bet this is one huge misunderstanding.” Namjoon reasoned. Jimin tangled his hand into your locks, bringing you into his chest, your wings laying flat. You smiled in his dark coloured robes, sniffling.

           His warm scent filled your nostrils, the cuddle-bug of the family. How you adored Jimin’s embraces, the only person who could fill the current void in your heart whenever Seokjin wasn’t around.

           “Hoseok is going to be here soon, with his bumblebee.” You mumbled into his clothing, and Jimin shrugged. His arms still tightly wrapped around your figure, and you realized that Taehyung, at some point, stood as well. His touch was lingering up and down your hair, humming softly. “Let’s make this quick. You talk with Seokjin, ask him what’s going on.” Jimin muttered into your locks.

           “Do I mention the proposal?”

           Taehyung spoke up from behind, “If you do, Seokjin might get mad at Namjoon for speaking out of turn.” Namjoon huffed, rubbing his chin in thought. Taehyung had a point, the last thing you wanted was to get the brothers more tangled up in this mess than needed.

           This was between you and Seokjin.

           “You’re right…I guess I should confront him about everything else…”

           “Or give him an ultimatum.” Taehyung proposed.

           Everyone’s attention piqued at his words, and you pulled away from Jimin’s comforting embrace to watch Taehyung. Your wings titled back slightly in curiosity, studying the way he strolled over to his wine corner, grabbing a glass by the neck, and a wine bottle.

           You watched as the striking God effortlessly pulled the cork, pouring the dark coloured wine. The liquid dripped into the glass, the red so pigmented, it almost looked purple – fitting as it matched the very colour Taehyung wore at the moment.

           He lifted the cup smoothly to his plump lips, humming as he stole a sip.

           “Three Weeks.” Taehyung droned as he drank. He let his tongue lick his bottom lip, not daring to waste a single drop of his Xinomavro wine, enjoying the plum-like flavours.

           “Give him three weeks to prove himself to you. And if he fails – then you leave because you deserve someone far better. Someone who will kiss the very ground you walk upon and watch in awe when you flutter those stunning wings of yours.”

           You found yourself breathless, hearing the beautiful words leave Taehyung. But the look on his face was stern; he meant what he said, with all his heart.

           “Or she could just confront Seokjin, do a little something called communication,” Namjoon argued, but you found your head shaking, because while you agreed some good-old fashion communication was key here- it wasn’t enough.

           The truth was, you have asked Seokjin about his strange behaviour multiple times. But since he never responded or acknowledged such, you figured you were the one going crazy.

           “Deal.” You whispered towards Taehyung, and he rose his wine glass, walking over to were you stood, cuddled with Jimin. He placed the cup into your hand, whatever was leftover swishing.

           Taehyung piercing eyes stared, signalling you to take a sip, and without a second thought, you brought the very cup Taehyung just had his lips wrapped upon to yours. The acidic flavours mixed with plums hit your tongue with a burst, the taste rich.

           “Three weeks.” You mumbled between sips, mind swirling.

           “Seokjin has three weeks to prove his love. And if he starts putting in the effort, and I see a change, even a tiny bit, I’ll stay. But if he doesn’t – I’ll fly. Higher than ever before.”

           A tired sigh left your lips, tossing your white coloured shawl over your shoulder as you wandered through the fields of tall grass, spotting your shared home with Seokjin just a few minutes away. The thought of letting the sweaty robes from your body drop onto the marble floors, soaking in a warm bath, had you mewling in delight.

           Your arms stretched high above you, fingertips reaching into the sky, relishing the sensation of your muscles expanding and liberating all of the tension from today. Aimlessly, you surveyed how the setting sun cast shadows along the hedge – elongated figures of the trees and flowers adorning the ground underneath your feet.

           A drained smile emerged on your face, another moan leaving as you let your wings extend fully. Your wings were begging for rest, flapping away without a second to rest as you worked.

           Today was one of the rare days you got to work with Hoseok’s partner in crime – the sweetest honey-nymph you’ve met. Her warm personality, giggles just as fresh as the honey she produced. They were a match made by Aphrodite – a perfect pair.

           You were reluctant at first to let your wings free in front of new people, the brothers an exception. As, more often than not, they startled others. But Hoseok’s sweet bumblebee had you dropping your insecurities in seconds, raving about how she envied you – wishing she had a pair of spectacular wings like yourself.

           The corner of lips tugged upwards, remembering her face of pure enthusiasm reminded you of someone else – Seokjin. Your eyes widen in disbelief, realizing where you currently were, the giant tree with red coloured leaves catching your attention.

           This was where you first met Seokjin, the day you fell in love with him.

           You were hunched over in this very spot, crying your eyes out as one of your butterfly colonies was almost destroyed in a thunderstorm – courtesy of one of Zeus’s fits of rage. You felt their pain, the butterflies mourning their losses at the lightening that just so happened to strike near them. It was as you were crying over the dead carcasses, tears staining, you felt a hand on your head, a gentle voice humming to you.

           ‘Are you okay?’

           You let out a small snicker, shaking your head as you brushed back your hair behind your ears – the memories of that faithful day washing over you. The sun was starting to hide behind the red-coloured tree – a halo emerging.

           It was those three simple words – three simple words that would be the start of your budding romance. Never, have you met someone as handsome, or prideful, as Seokjin. He had a look etched on his face that day; brows pinched together as he watched over your desperate figure with a look of attentiveness.

           You’d never felt as self-conscious about yourself more than that moment – having someone as astonishingly handsome as him, standing above you. Your wings were cradling your body, cowering at his presence.

           While you didn’t know who he was precisely – you did know that he was a God at the very least. He wiped the tears that stained your cheeks with the palms of his hands, cooing as you cried. You could vividly remember how soft his skin was against yours, like butter.

           It was terrifying.

           Your stomach in knots, panicking internally because, at that moment, a God was comforting you. An act of humility completely unheard of till the Great Brothers, the Gods of Grapes, came to grace this realm. Dionysus’s sons, they truly changed the playing field in Mount Olympus.

           ‘T-they died’ were the only words you managed to fumble out, struggling to string together the remainder of your sentence, ‘Zeus’ thunderstorm.’

           Somehow, Seokjin understood the words you choked, nodding his head. And you could still vaguely remember the slight shock hearing the words he said afterwards, ‘I will speak with Zeus. But for now, let us mourn.’

           Little, did you know, he genuinely meant it – both things. That not even a few hours later, he went straight to Zeus, demanding that he aims his thunder elsewhere. How his hands were filthy, soil stuck underneath his nails as he helped dig shallow graves for your sweet butterflies.

           You found yourself still in front of the tree, smiling to yourself.

           God – you were in love with this man.

           But why did he have to be so frustrating?

           Where was the God who would wake up early to cook breakfast because he merely could? Or the God who squealed for two hours straight because he couldn’t get past the fact that Hoseok was in love with a honey-nymph, and that meant getting over his fear of insects?

           You snorted to yourself, remembering how long it took Seokjin to get over his fear of butterflies. For someone terrified of nature itself, he sure had a lot of balls to get that close up to you when your wings were in full display, to comfort you.

           The confidence of a God, that’s for sure.

           In the midst of laughing by yourself at the flashing memories, oblivious to the soft sounds of grass crunching behind you, hands fell over your eyes from behind, your wings fluttering in surprise and trapping the figure that stood behind. A gaudy laugh boomed from their lips – like a sweet song sung by Eros.

           “Seokjin~!” You gasped, knowing all too well of the gentle touch and rumbling.

           He continued laughing as your wings fluttered around his body, displaying the happiness in your heart to hear his sweet voice once again. His touch left your face, a content hum leaving his lips, “Mm, you guessed correct, my sweet butterfly.” He mused, and in a flash, you twirled.

           Seeing his black hair ruffled from the wind, you spurred on – the handsome smile on his face as his eyes crinkled. His laugh lines were prominent, his white robes making him appear more God-like as if that was possible. It should be a crime to be as handsome as him, the red-orange hues of the dipping sun casting shadows over his faultless features.

           But just a quick at your heart swelled with pleasure, a flash of annoyance bubbled – and the look didn’t go unnoticed. Seokjin quickly raised a brow at the sudden shift in mood, and you felt your hands ball into fists.

           “You left me!” You squealed, and Seokjin pouted.

           “Sorry, my butterfly. I misunderstood, I thought the trip would be short-”

           “Seokjin, if your brother didn’t tell me, I would’ve been sitting here, waiting for our date – two days ago!” You lectured, and Seokjin grimaced, realizing the seriousness in your tone. No way were you going to let this slide—the icing on the cake for the weirdness in his actions these past few weeks.

           He let out a weary sigh, raising his hand.

           You felt the way his fingers traced down your features, letting himself memorize your appearance to his heart's content. Down the bridge of your nose, to the cupid of your lips. “I’m remorseful. It was uncalled for.” Seokjin whispered, and you could tell by the way his gaze dipped he meant it.

           Your shoulders slumped, your wings no longer in full span – in a defensive stance. They dropped, curving inwards as you hugged your shoulders. “Don’t leave unannounced like that again, please. I was worried. I thought I did something wrong.” You whispered, and Seokjin eyes widen at the news.

           “You did nothing wrong – don’t think that.”

           “You’ve been acting strange, Seokjin. It’s like…something is on your mind.” Seokjin let out a heavy breath, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “That obvious?” he muttered, and you puckered. You rose your hands, cupping his face to rest in your palms. Seokjin did look tired – exhausted. It was like a thousand things were running through his mind.

           “You need a drink.” You teased softly, earning a silly smile to emerge. He brushed his face into your touch, groaning as you caressed his cheeks, his touch leaving your face and grasping your shoulders.

           “I’m sorry. I think Yoongi’s stoic nature is getting to me.”

           “You went with him to the human realm?”

           “Mhmm, and it seems a bit of him rubbed off on me.”

           “Hmm, I would agree, but you’ve been acting like this for some time, now – Jin…” You whispered, and you seemed to have caught his full attention. With a tongue in cheek expression, he cheekily spoke. “No longer mad? Saying my nickname?”

           You blushed, flicking his nose before yanking your touch from him.

           “Shush, Jin. I’m still mad.” You grumbled, crossing your arms as you turned on your heel. You stomped forward, walking in the direction of your home, and you could hear Seokjin snorting behind.

           “Oh, come on, you know you love me. How can you not love this handsome face?” Jin teased, letting his hands rest behind your hips. A shiver ran up your spine, his touch falling far too close to the juncture of your wings, and the goosebumps that rose on your skin didn’t go unnoticed.

           “Come on, let me show you how much I love you. I missed you – missed that sweet voice of yours.” He purred, letting his hot breath fan, his fingers playing with the soft hairs of your wings. You blushed at how quick your breath hitched, a hot sweat painting your skin at the teasing touch.

           “I have a wing to pick with you, first.” You huffed, trying to fight back the silent mewls of pleasure he was causing. It was the equivalent of running your hands through your hair after having it up in a bun all day – his long fingers delicately tracing the intricate patterns of yellow and blue on your wings.

           You felt your steps get smaller, trying to catch more of his touch, but the exasperation and the conversation with your lovely boys still haunted your mind.

           Three Weeks.

           “And what wing do you have with me, that you so wish to pick, rather than enjoy the pleasure I can undo upon you.” Seokjin bantered, and that alone had your crack – almost. Because as much as you loved this man, his cheesy pick-up lines, his prideful nature – the frustrations he has inflicted upon you this past month was uncalled for.

           And you weren’t going to let it slide.

           “Come on; it can’t be that bad. Not something a little vitamin-Me can’t fix.” Seokjin laughed from behind, and you rolled your eyes at his stupidity. You stopped walking, his figure bumping into your wings, catching his frailing arms in between.

           Looking over your shoulder, your brows pinched together with a stern expression. “Seokjin.” You said point-blank, and you saw the goofy smile on his face change ultimately.

           “My sweet butterfly…what’s wrong?”

           “I’m truthful; you’ve been…different. And I don’t know if its work, but I don’t appreciate how it is affecting us.” You spoke honestly, and Seokjin's expression shifted right away. He forced you to turn on your heel to face him, his forehead pressed against yours as he cupped your jaw.

           “I don’t think I’ve been acting that strange,” Seokjin muttered, and your eyes widen. “Seokjin, this is the most time we’ve spent together before you rush off.”

           “Not true-”

           “Oh, really?”

           “Yes, really. Did we not go on a date just last week?”

           “Yes, and after twenty minutes of pampering in Aphrodite’s spa, you left because ‘you had to ensure the grapes in your winery was okay.’” You refuted, and Seokjin’s mouth twisted to a frown.

           “Fine, how about the date before? I took you to the lovely seas of Poseidon for a romantic seafood dinner.”

           “Which lasted, yet again, for twenty minutes because you wanted to ensure ‘Poseidon’s wines haven’t spoiled.’” The colour from Seokjin’s face drained, realizing that with every argument he rose – you broke it down to pieces. It was like he was scared to spend more than twenty minutes with you.

           You’re surprised he didn’t run off again.

           “Jin…” you whispered tenderly, letting your hands rise to his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your touch. You were tired of him continually raising a point, just for you to counter and a pained expression to emerge as a result.

           You didn’t want to fight, you wanted a change in pace, to express your feelings of how you felt. “I love you, Jin, so much. But you’ve been acting strange. And it worries me. I feel like-I feel like you don’t love me anymore.”

           “Don’t be ridiculous, y/n. Of course, I love you. Listen, my butterfly. I’ve been foolish, Athena would be furious. And I promise, starting tonight – I’ll be the God you deserve, the God you fell in love with.” He proclaimed, and you couldn’t help but smile at his words. Because you could tell with your heart, the way his eyes lit with a burning passion – he meant it.

           It was like the air around him changed, his shoulders squaring up as he proclaimed proudly.

           Your noses touched, rubbing in excitement as your wings fluttered happily. “That is all I want, Jin. I want the old you back. And if you need help with work or someone to talk, I’m here. I’ve always been here, Jin. I want to help.” You whispered, your lips brushing against each other.

           He nodded, letting his hands bring your jaw closer to his face. His lips brushed against yours, envious of how soft and juicy his were in comparison, like clouds in the sky.

           “I know you’re here. I’ve been acting silly, far from a God. And I apologize.”

           “Apology accepted, now kiss me, I yearn for your touch.” You whispered, and Jin grinned, shaking his head. “I will after you accept my promise.”

           “Which is?”

           “I’ll prove to you, in these three weeks alone- how much I love you. Sweep you off your feet higher than your wings could ever.” Your breath hitched, finding the irony in his statement – three weeks.

           “It’s a promise, Jin. Now kiss me.” You moaned, pressing your lips against his.

           He beamed, watching the way your wings cradled around your forms, trying desperately to push yourself up against his body as much as you could. His shoulders encompassed your physique, as your lips moved in a sweet dance.

           And, for the first time in months – you felt that connection that you thought was gone.

           Three weeks.

           You could hear it, feel it – as clear as day.

           The sounds of trickling water, the soft grass under your feet. Even the strong smell of flowers and the distinct sound of harps stringing smooth tunes. The environment felt romantic in nature, skin a blushing pink hearing the feminine whispers around you.

           There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that the women weren’t conversing about you and your lover of a God.  Yet, you couldn’t, for the life of you – pinpoint where you were.

           Jin chuckled into your ear, his hands still firmly wrapped around your eyes, enjoying how you struggled to guess. Your wings were hidden entirely at the moment, two small tattoos lining the curvature of your back as Seokjin led you forward.

           “No more guesses? Gave up already?” Seokjin teased, and you pouted.

           “I’m trying to think.”

           “You need a brain to think.”

           “Jin~!” You yelped in annoyance, earning another laugh from the playful God behind you. He placed a chaste kiss on your neck, “I’m just joking, you’re as smart of Namjoon.”

           “Now you’re just trying to butter me up.”

           “There’s no winning with you, is there?” Seokjin pestered, and you snorted at the genuine hint of hurt in his tone. Your hands fell over his, eager to rip them off your face to find out where Seokjin was taking you.

           It was driving you mad.

           This whole morning, till now – he wouldn’t shut up about the surprise he had planned for you. And he was insistent on covering your eyes during the whole event because he didn’t want you to guess until you got here.

           “Jin, come on- can I please see?” You asked, but it was a musical laugh, a laugh so beautiful that had you connecting all the pieces.

           “You truly are a playful pair, youthful in nature. How I envy you both.”

           Seokjin’s hands left your face, and in a flash, you bowed down the bomb-shell of a Goddess in front of you. Her long blond locks cascaded down her back, beautiful beach waves glistening under the sunlight. A single finger laid over her red lips, a sly smile on her face as she giggled over you both.

           “My Goddess, it’s a pleasure.” You whispered, and she nodded, “It is a pleasure to serve any of Dionysus’ Sons, and his special someone.” She purred, stepping forward. Her fingernails dragged along your face, taking in your appearance with a happy smile.

           “You truly are one of my finest matches…I picked well for you, Seokjin. Wouldn’t you agree?” Seokjin chuckled from behind, his hands falling over your shoulders, “I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else, but my sweet butterfly.”

           “Oh, the romance~.” Aphrodite sang, stepping back with a twist of her hips. She swung her hand high in the air, nymphs running to her aid immediately with oils and silks. “Please guide my dear guests to my private springs. Let them rinse themselves clean before indulging them with a massage and mask. I want them leaving here completely renewed.” She hummed, skipping away with joy in each step.

           Your mouth dropped – her private springs?

           Only her most celebrated and trusted companions receive such an honour. You found your lips ready to move, to proclaim your thanks for her gracious hospitality, but she beat you to it.

           She gazed over her bare shoulder, licking her lips in delight as she winked playfully, “Also, ensure you give these lovers privacy during their time in the springs. I want them to feel like they’re at the comforts of their home, free to express their sensuality to the fullest.”

           The heat that rose to your cheeks at her words had you unable to breathe, and Aphrodite laughed at your expression.

           “Enjoy.”

           The nymphs danced towards you both, linking their arms with yours, urging you in the right direction. You looked over at Seokjin, noticing the nymphs hastily sending him off towards the other side of the spring.

           “You’ll reconnect in the spring.” A nymph sang into your ear, and you nodded, swallowing hard.

           Why do you have a feeling Aphrodite had something naughty up her sleeve?

             The stunning blues and yellows of your wings were in full display, curved around your naked body as you entered into the water.

           How you hated getting your wings wet, despite the beautiful reflections it cast in the still water. Like a starry blue-hued night, the yellows specs reminding you of the wandering planets that graced the heavens above. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that after this bath, you would need to sun-bath in an attempt to dry your wings.

           The luke-warm water hit your hips, your wings opening a touch, no longer eager to hide your naked body. Your hair covered your breasts, and with a final gasp, you let your knees buckle, dipping into the depths.

           A soft moan of contentment escaped your lips, enjoying the feeling of warmth around your body, completely weightless. Your hair floated around you, the tips of your wings peeping out from under.

           “Enjoying yourself?” A deep voice growled from beside you, and you jumped.

           Seokjin was still standing tall, blocking the sun from hitting your face. Your mouth dropped shamelessly, pink tainting your cheeks as your eyes raked up his body. Those broad shoulders, droplets of water falling from his hair as the sunlight made his skin glow.

           “How long were you there for?” You gasped, and Seokjin shrugged his shoulders, letting his body sink into the water leisurely. “Long enough to see you hide your body with your wings. A shame, because I was expecting a show.”

           You pouted at his words, standing slightly in the water, so only the tops of your breasts were insight. The naughty grin on Seokjin’s face as he swam closer towards you, letting his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into his grasp. Naturally, your legs wrapped around his waist, allowing your feet to tangle with his legs, and a shy blush coated your cheeks, realizing he was just as bare as you.

           “What’s wrong? Feel something you like?” Seokjin teased, and you hid your face into his neck, squirming your hips feeling his semi-erect cock against your core. It has been a while since you two have been intimate. He was so busy this past month that you were lucky to see him in the mornings, let alone when you came to bed.

           You grumbled under your breath, letting your arms wrap around his neck, “You’re a hand full.”

           “Good thing, you have two hands.” Seokjin spiritedly bantered back, earning a small giggle from you.

           You pulled back, letting your noses touch in delight. “You planned all of this…?”

           “I wanted us to re-do our last date. The first step of us starting anew, although being naked in the spring, was Aphrodite’s idea, not mine...” Seokjin hummed, his eyes falling shut for a moment.

           He indeed looked stunning out here in the spring.

           The definition of a God-like appearance, even Aphrodite gushed to Dionysus, how handsome all his sons were, particularly Seokjin. Everything about him was perfect, from his smile to his nose, his shoulders, to his cute little toes. You breathed in deeply, taking in his fresh scent, a perfect mix of green fruit with a touch of citrus.

           He let his body float, carrying you with him, and it wasn’t long until you found yourself near the fall, resting against the rocks. Your head snuggled deep into his neck, moaning as you took another deep inhale.

           “I miss your wine…” You whispered breathlessly because that was precisely how he smelt – that white wine of his, Roditis.

           Your lips brushed against his neck, feeling the way his pulse fastened in pace, hearing your words. Just from his scent alone, you felt drunk. Taking a sip of Taehyung’s wine a few days ago made you forget how much you yearned for Seokjin’s.

           And there was more than just one way to get your fill.

           Your hands ran over his broad shoulders, feeling the way his muscles relaxed under the pressure of working, before trailing down his chest, “I love you, y/n. And I apologize for neglecting you.” Seokjin whispered slightly strangled, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he felt your hands dip further down his chest.

           You could feel him hardening further against you, sliding perfecting between your lips, and poking your sensitive clit. “Mmm, it’s okay, you were stressed with work. I understand, just please, don’t neglect me in such a way again. It hurt.”

           “It was not work that caused this, butterfly. I’ve meant to tell you something, ask you something.” Seokjin grunted, as you feverishly planted kisses up his neck. His eyes rolled back, his hands falling over your hips as he nudged forward.

           You moaned as you placed another wet kiss against his jaw, moving your way up to his lips. He was fully erect, bucking against yourself, and you could feel the slickness between your legs grow. “How I missed your touch.” He breathed, and you smiled, watching as he opened his eyes, in a complete daze.

           His breath was heavy, hands carefully rubbing up against your back, fingers teasing the base of your wings. He grinned, watching how you squirmed on top of him, mewling at the touch. It felt so good, your mind whirling as your hands dug into his pelvis, helplessly bucking against his cock.

           “Seokjin-”

           “I know I want you.” He groaned, and you couldn’t help but shake your head.

           “Let me treat you.” You whispered, and he rose a brow, not understanding your words. “Why do such a thing? After how I treated you this month-”

           Your hands dropped, fingers playfully falling over the veins of erection, wrapping around him. His head tossed backwards, groaning as you temptingly jerked under the water, thumb brushing his swollen head.

           “You apologized, and you planned this date. Let me show you my gratitude for listening to my words.”

           “How?”

           “Sit on top of the rocks.” You nudged, letting go of his length, and pushing backward. He watched how you nibbled on your lip in delight, excited to do such a thing, in public.

           You were a bit of a prune, traditional – not nearly as adventurous or curious as Taehyung or Jimin. But being here in Aphrodite’s domain, added a bit of spice and romance in the air, the need to try something different and exciting entering your mind.

           You watched as Seokjin stood for a moment, before sitting himself on a rock, his legs dangling over into the water - his erection standing tall between his legs. His skin was flushed, watching as pearls of water dripped down his length – your mouth watering.

           Without sparing a moment, you inched your way forward, standing slightly.

           Seokjin watched with interest, seeing your wings twitch in delight, as you leaned over his crotch. Your hands slide up your body, brushing your hair behind before letting your fingers dance underneath your breasts.

           “And what is my butterfly planning on doing?” Seokjin groaned, taking in the sight of your naked body before him to the fullest. The thoughts that ran through his mind, memorizing every curve and beauty mark that littered your skin. He couldn’t understand in the slightest how you weren’t a Goddess. Everything about you was perfect in his eyes.

           From the way you shyly blushed, how your fingers twirled over your skin. A work of art-

           “I saw the way you were eyeing my chest…” You blushed, and Seokjin merely grinned, not at all embarrassed of being caught doing such a thing.

           “I can’t help it – your breasts are my weakness.”

           “I know…so I thought it would fun to try something new, something like this?” You mused, cupping your mounds in your hands. With his legs spread wide, your body eased between him.

           You let your breasts fall over him, his cock perfectly nestled in between and the groan that Seokjin let out had you pressing your thighs together. His head tossed back for a moment, running his hands through his hair at the sensation of your warm mounds, pressed tightly around his leaking cock.

           Another bead of pre-cum dribbled from his slit, and you couldn’t help but dip your head down, tongue lapping. The taste of his wine hit you at full force.

           It was intoxicating – addicting.

           “So good.” You purred without realizing it, taking another long lick along his slit. Seokjin’s hand fell over your head, fingers tangling themselves into your hair, ripping you from your trance. His expression was strangled, observing with heavy eyes the erotic sight in front of him.

           Spit dribbled from your mouth, a natural lube that dripped down your breasts, slowly raising them up and down his shaft. “Shit.” Seokjin groaned, his free hand digging into the dirt around him, he was already about to lose it.

           The sight of seeing Seokjin struggling to keep his composure, after doing nothing, had your confidence soaring. Your touch moved up your breasts, your fingers playing with your perky nipples as a poor attempt of pleasure. Seokjin grunted, seeing how turned on you were, bucking his hips to meet your slow bounces.

           Your hot skin against his cock, your saliva lubing his shaft as you sprung your breasts up and down. “You’re going to end me, y/n.” Seokjin moaned, his pelvis tensing the further you pressed your mounds together.

           Daringly, you continued to let your tongue tease the head that would pop from between the valley of your chest before wrapping your lips entirely. Seokjin jerked, his head tossed against the rock, struggling to keep it together. You watched how his toes curled, pulling on your hair, urging you further.

           You let yourself drown in his pleasure, teasingly running along the underside of his erection, tracing the thick vein that ran up his length.

           “Shit, I’m not going to last long.” Seokjin huffed breathlessly, and you couldn’t help but giggle, the vibration driving Seokjin wild.

           “Aah- a whole month without your touch – a-and now you expect me to l-aah-ast between your breasts, like this?” Seokjin moaned, thrusting his hips as you picked up the pace. You let your nipples roll between your fingers, panting as you bobbed up and down, lips engulfing whatever your mounds failed to capture.

           “Don’t hold back; I want you.” You whispered between full lips, and Seokjin hissed. He saw the look of desire in your eyes, your wings fully extended, and he knew that was a sign of your attentiveness – your need.

           Lost in moving up and down his shaft, drinking up his pre-cum, you failed to notice how his hand left your hair, reaching forward. You let out a whiny moan, eyes rolling back as you instinctively squished your breasts together, tugging on your nubs – Seokjin letting out a grunt in return.

           His hand reached to touch the tips of wings, his fingers running through the tiny hairs that decorated them, “Th-they’re sensitive.” You whimpered, moving down his cock faster the further he dragged his touch.

           “I know,” Seokjin smirked, another grunt escaping his lips as he bucked in the pace of your movements. Your eyes fluttered close, struggling to maintain the speed as your lips sucked. The feeling of his vigilant touch, hearing him whimper underneath you as you lapped desperately.

           “Mmm, I’m going to lose it.” Seokjin panted, seeing his chest flush to a red. His thighs were tensing around you, holding you in place as he bit his lips. His thrusts were sloppy, and you felt the way his cock pulsated.

           “In my mouth?” You hummed, eyes opening to meet his gaze.

           He looked beyond fucked, brows pinched together, groaning as your gazes met. “No, all over your breasts.”

           You grinned, no longer letting your lips wrap around him, your tongue lolling out. The wet muscle laid flat along the underside of his erection, humming as you moved down against him.

           “Cum for me then, paint me.” You whispered, and that seemed to do the trick.

           His back arched, stilling for a moment before his cock twitched - the first spurt of cum landing on your tongue. You moaned at the sensation of the sticky substance, watching it trickle down from his leaking head, oozing its way down his shaft and onto your breasts.

           The sight itself was erotic, Seokjin moaning as he came over your fleshy mounds, you fucking him slowly as he rode his high. Another spurt of cum flew into the air, landing on your face, the remainder painting your chest. Your tongue darted out hungrily, moaning at the flavour that painted your palette – his delicious wine.

           “Mmm, so good.” You whined in delight, not caring in the least at the messy state you were. And Seokjin didn’t seem to care either, his face red, panting as you worked his cock leisurely. His muscles twitched slightly, signalling he was starting to get sensitive, and only then did you pull away.

           You let your hands slip from your breasts, bouncing and hanging low once again, painted with his essence.

           “Shit, I never came that fast before.” Seokjin laughed breathlessly, running his hands through his hair. You giggled, letting a finger run down your chest, picking up the sticky substance to your lips. Moaning as you stole another taste, Seokjin grunted at the view.

           “Want more?” Seokjin teased, and you flushed at his words.

           “Maybe later tonight.” You shyly giggled, stepping back from his legs. He released another drained breath, watching him slowly softened, before falling back into the water. “It seems like Aphrodite’s domain got to us.”

           “I don’t know what came over me; I just wanted you.” You whispered, diving back into the water, washing away whatever remnants of his seed that was beginning to dry over your skin. Seokjin grinned, wrapping his hands over your hips and bringing you closer, snuggling his head closer into your neck.

           You relaxed in his touch, sighing contently, feeling him pepper kisses. “What did you wish to ask me earlier, before we…diverged.” You giggled into his ear, his kisses tickling you. But the moment the question left your lips, he kisses stopped, tensing.

           Seokjin pulled away slightly, a forced smile appearing on his face. “Nothing important.” He hurriedly spoke.

           Too fast.

           His pitch was oddly squeaky, and you couldn’t help but narrow your eyes. He’s lying – and he’s a terrible liar.

           “Tell me, Jin. You know I won’t judge.” You gently encouraged, smiling as you placed a kiss on his neck. But rather than him easing into your embrace, you felt him stiffen further, retreating from the sweet gesture. You felt your heart ache, hurt by the rejection as Seokjin’s face flashed with conflicting emotions.

           “Forgot it, y/n. Let it go.” He spoke sternly.

           In a flash, you jerked back, shoving him and swimming away from his lap.

           “Seokjin, what’s wrong with you? You just apologized for pushing me away all this time, we just shared a moment, and now you’re pushing me away again!” You grumbled, annoyed at his fickleness.

           You did not just pleasure him as you did for the sake of doing it – out of lust. It was because you felt the spark once again, felt the man you fell in love with. But the man who was currently in front of you changed once again, right before your eyes.

           Seokjin’s expression softened, swearing under his breath, seeing the hurt in your eyes. “You’re right, I’m sorry – I just-trust me; it’s nothing important. I thought now would be a good time to mention it, but it isn’t. Forgive me.” Seokjin spoke honestly, and you could tell in the look in his eyes he was remorseful.

           His arms outstretched before you, urging you to take his hands with your own.

           Hesitantly, you let him pull you back into his embrace, dragging you closer towards him and into his chest. And as you placed your head onto his torso, you couldn’t push away the uneasiness in your gut.

           The romantic touch in the air was gone; the butterflies of love replaced with an uncomfortable trace.

           “I’m sorry, my butterfly. That was rude of me.”

           “It was…” You grumbled, trying to find that comfortable spot in his embrace. But no matter how much you squirmed, you couldn’t. A piece of trust you had given him, ripped in half, and Seokjin seemed to notice it as well.

           “Give me one more chance to make it up to you. Let’s re-do our sea-side dinner, date? Since I messed up this date beyond repair.” Seokjin whispered with regret. You pulled back, a troubled pout on your lips.

           “You promise you won’t push me away again, like right now?”

           “I promise my butterfly. Give me another chance. Please?’

           Two weeks left.          

           “…fine.” You meekly answered a tinge of hesitance in your voice. Because as annoyed and hurt as you were, you could still see the man you wanted in his eyes.

           Seokjin was trying, although failing, he was trying.

           “Thank you; you won’t regret it, my butterfly,” Seokjin whispered.

           Little did you two know that Aphrodite stood off to the side, a large frown on her face.

           “You’re a fool, Seokjin. I gave you a chance, and you blew it.” She whispered under her breath, pinching her nose in frustration. How she hated showing such a negative emotion – it did nothing but add wrinkles to her proclaim skin.

           But how exasperated Aphrodite was – words couldn’t even begin to capture her state of mind. She twirled on her heel, beckoning her nymphs towards her.

           They all rushed to her side, eagerly awaiting her word.

           “Tell Poseidon that Seokjin failed. That I am entrusting him with this task. If Seokjin waits any longer – he won’t have a lover to propose.”

             How envious you were of the colours that painted Poseidon’s domain.

           The mermaids all sported vibrant tails, colours of pinks and purples, some green and blue. They sang to their heart's content, voices low and sultry. Every single one of them had bedroom eyes – despite doing nothing more but brushing each other's hair with the shells they collected.

           Their breasts were covered with their long hair, and the moment they saw you arriving, their smiles widen. “Wine delivery?” They sung, swimming towards the shoreline with curious looks in their eyes.

           You smiled sweetly back at them, shaking your head as you watched in awe as their bodies twisted in the deep-blue waters, the shells and pearls that adorned their hair glittering. There wasn’t a single mermaid that didn’t steal your breath – beings crafted in the art of seduction yet possessed the strength of a hundred men.

           Truly dangerous, but speculator beings.

           “Not tonight, the God of Roditis, Seokjin, wishes to take me on a date.” You smiled, brushing your hair back. Their eyes widen, giggling amongst each other before a mermaid swam forward. She leaned against the rocks, pulling her torso out of the water.

           “Come forward, butterfly-nymph, let me bless this date.” She purred, reaching into her hair, and drawing a single pearl clip from her locks. You blushed at her words, getting onto your knees and tilting forward.

           You felt her wet hands brush through the front of your locks, pining the pearl into your hair, finishing her task with a delicate kiss. You pulled back, cheeks rosy from the small peck she placed over your forehead.

           “How we all envy you. Capturing the heart of a God as splendid as him? What did you do to earn such a blessing from the great Goddess Aphrodite?” The mermaid sang.

           What did you do?

           If only they knew that this date was a way for Seokjin to apologize for the last time. You still couldn’t shake the slight frustration that pumped through your veins – annoyed at how quickly he was to push you as you asked a mere question.

           “A question better suited for Aphrodite, I assume.” You answered, and the mermaids all mused at your answer.

           “We envy, we envy~. How we would love to flutter high into the skies as you~.” They hummed, before swimming away back to their sun-bathing rocks.

           “Like a majestic bird?”

           “Or a buzzing bee?”

           “Of a colourful butterfly, meant to be free.” They rhymed together, and you laughed under your breath as you heard them sing with each other. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve fallen for their charm – swam in the water after them.

           Your robes moved against the seaside breeze; the smell of salt filling your senses as the sun was starting to set. A beautiful cast of red and oranges painted the water, adding to the illusion of the mermaids – they looked divine.

           “Enjoying yourself, my butterfly?” Seokjin mused from behind, and you smiled, seeing the man behind you.

           He looked handsome as always.

           His hair neatly brushed back, gold and warm furs over his shoulders as he outstretched his hand to you. It took seconds for him to notice the white adornment in your hair, him raising his fingers to touch the smooth pearl.

           “Only you could manage to make a pearl look dull.”

           “Oh, hush.” You pouted, shyly blushing at his words.

           And once again, the romantic connection between you both – the annoyance that you harboured for the week seemingly disappeared. As much as you tried to stay angry at Seokjin for the silliness he’s inflicted upon you the past week, now going onto two – the environment around you prevented such emotions.

           He was trying, and that was all you could honestly ask.

           Seokjin begged for forgiveness multiple times throughout the week, going as far as to cook your favourite breakfast, lunch and dinner almost every day. But you couldn’t push away that nagging itch; the need to know what he wanted to ask you.

           Could he want to propose?

           Or maybe Namjoon was mistaken after all.

           “Don’t fly off on me now.” Seokjin teased, tapping your cheek lovingly, capturing your attention once again. You could hear the mermaids giggling louder, and you looked over your shoulder to see them all bundled together, shooting you massive smiles and winks.

           “I think they fancy you more than me.”

           “You’re handsome, Jin, any of those mermaids would wish to lay by your side.”

           “And only you will ever have that honour,” Seokjin whispered into your ear, his fingers gracing your wings tenderly. A shiver ran up your spine, entertained by his words, enjoying the touch. “Now, let’s eat. Poseidon arranged a setting for us.”

           “He did?” You gasped in surprise, and Seokjin took your hand in his, pulling you behind. Your feet struggled to catch up to Seokjin’s pace, the way he fluently tracked through the wet rocks, leading us further into the waters.

           You heard about these secrets paths, trails of rocks that only Poseidon himself can summon whenever he wishes.

           They often lead one deep into the sea, and it took a moment to realize how far you two had wandered when the mountain range behind you seemed like a distant image, the mermaids' giggles and singing lost in the breeze. The water was still around you, an odd occurrence given how far into the sea you were.

           That was when you spotted the people before you.

           Her long wavy hair was kept together in a bun with a white net, light-pink silks draping over her body as she leaned into the man before her with a broad smile. The love in her eyes, laughing excitedly at whatever words her husband whispered into her ear.

            “Poseidon, God of the Seas, with his beautiful wife, the sea Goddess, Amphitrite.”

           They both turned at the sound of Seokjin’s voice, and right away, Amphitrite clapped her hands together, running forward.

           “Oh, what a pleasure! Young love, I prepared a table, my own doing.” Amphitrite gushed, bowing low before cupping Seokjin’s face in her hands. She placed a happy kiss on both cheeks, before dashing to your side.

           You’ve never met Poseidon’s wife before, but you heard the rumours.

           She was a complete romantic, best friends with Aphrodite. The similarity they bared were awfully close. If it weren’t for her brown locks and her hair in an up-do, you would’ve easily mistaken her for the Goddess of love and beauty. Her soft hands grazed your skin, placing warm kisses on both of your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but jump at the contact.

           The kindness the Gods displayed; it was strange.

           Aphrodite gave you her private spring to bathe, and now Poseidon has allowed you both to wander into the depths of his seas for dinner?

           “I am indebted to your kindness, Amphitrite. You did not have to go through all this trouble for a mere butterfly-nymph, like me.” You whispered, and she rolled her eyes.

           Her footsteps were light, not at all bothered by the slippery texture of the rocks beneath her feet. Her fingers fell over Poseidon’s chest, playing with the end curls of his long beard, “It was my pleasure, especially given the circumstance.” She chirped, and you arched a brow at her words.

           As if she spoke too much, Poseidon placed his hand over hers. “Enjoy your meal; the nymphs will come with fresh foods. Ask for what you so desire, and they shall serve. We will take our leave.” His voice rumbled like the water crashing along the shoreline, and with that simple statement alone, he raised his hand.

           A massive wave came rising from what seemingly felt, like out of nowhere, before crashing upon him and his endearing wife.

           Your eyes widen, expecting them to be soaked, but all you heard was the water crash against the rocks – their figures gone.

           “Show off.” Seokjin snickered under his breath, and you giggled in awe.

           The Gods, they all seemingly had tricks up their sleeves.

           “Let’s eat, the starting of my redemption arc.” Seokjin joked, before carefully gripping your hand, and moving you forward. You saw the small table set that Amphitrite constructed, and you had to give it to her – it was creative and well decorated.

           Handcrafted candles littered the area, coral and shells placed everywhere as decorations. The wines bottles that rested along the rocks, perfectly chilled from the waters. With ease, Seokjin grabbed two bottles, one white and one red.

           “Agiorgitiko or Roditis,” Seokjin asked, shaking the bottles to emphasize his point. You smiled, letting a finger fall over your lips as you thought.

           “Both go good with seafood…”

           “I would say my wine is far superior when paired with seafood.”

           “Is that a fact, or your cockiness?” You teased, and Seokjin grinned, “A bit of both.”

           “Let’s go with Namjoon’s; it’s been a while since I drunk his. I can drink yours any day.”

           “Don’t tempt me with that language, butterfly. Last time you said that it ended it quite an interesting way.” Seokjin groaned as memories of you between his legs; breasts wrapped his length flooded his mind.

           You smiled naughtily, waltzing towards him with fluttering wings, “If you behave tonight than maybe you can relive that fantasy once more.”

           Seokjin swore under his breath, bringing his hands to your face and planting a kiss over your lips. The corner of his mouth was curved upwards, moving his plump lips slowly against yours. You moaned, moving in sync with each other.

           Your hands fell over his shoulders, enjoying the sweet moment, feeling his tongue trace along your lips teasingly. “The nymphs are watching.” He whispered, proud to see the blush rise to your cheeks. Because he was right, as soon as you two pulled away, you saw the nymphs sitting on the rock side, seemingly unbothered at the sight of you sharing a kiss.

           To be fair, they’ve probably seen worse.

           Seokjin guided your hips to a chair at the makeshift table, pouring some wine as the nymphs moved around him, placing platters upon platters of fresh foods.

           Your eyes widen in delight, taking in the salty scent of the array of foods.

           Never have you seen as much food as you did at this very moment. Everything was bright in colour or cooked over a fire to a crispy golden brown. Not even Dionysus has this much food at his parties, and Poseidon expects you two to eat all of this?

           A single piece of shrimp popped in front of your lips, Seokjin smiling as he let the pink thing dangle in front of you. “It’s fresh, seasoned with lemon.”

           You opened your mouth, letting him plop the shrimp, and the moan you let out was as if you were currently experiencing an orgasm of a lifetime. Seokjin burst out laughing, seeing the expression on your face.

           “I feel insulted at the moment.” He chuckled, and you laughed, shaking your head in embarrassment. “That’s amazing, I’ve never tasted something as flavourful as that in my life.”

           “Wait till you try that crawfish or the squid. Poseidon does this interesting thing where he fries the fish in a batter.”

           “Fries?” You repeated in interest, and Seokjin’s eyes lit up.

           He quickly started speaking, words flying from his lips as you both ate away. You saw the happiness in his dark coloured orbs, like a child whenever he talked about cooking. Seokjin was a fantastic cook, if only he weren’t so busy tending to his grapes, you knew he would’ve spent more time with the Goddess Hestia.

           She also told you how great of a chef Seokjin was, ‘a natural gift; he may pose as a threat if he continues learning as quickly as he does’ she joked once with you. And given that Seokjin was desperately trying to make amends with you, you got the pleasure of experiencing such delights almost every day this week.

           “I love you, Seokjin.” You mumbled without much thought, lost in his eyes.

           He stopped talking, taken aback by your honest confession, a confession that was influenced heavily by Namjoon’s wine. But even though Seokjin knew how much you adored him, it was times like these where it hit him just how much.

           A soft smile emerged, putting down his half-eaten fish and wiping his hands clean on the napkin set aside by the nymphs. You mimicked his actions, letting your hands rest on your lap.

           “There isn’t a day where I don’t think of you, y/n,” Seokjin whispered, brushing his hair back. You saw the red on the tips of his ears, a blush formed along his neck. That was how you knew he was truthful – when the most confident God amongst all Gods was turning red.

           The same man who proudly proclaims to be the most handsome man of all turns into a blushing mess at saying a few simple words when he has said far worse. You nodded, thankful for the pearl the mermaid placed in your hair, it kept your mane in place, the breeze tickling your skin.

           Seokjin rose from his seat, walking over to were you lounged, and you saw how nervous he looked suddenly.

           “Jin-”

           “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Seokjin spoke breathlessly, his voice wavering for a moment. You smiled softly, nodding your head at the way he walked towards you. He nudged himself against your legs, letting his hands cup your face once again, and your wings flicked in excitement. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach once again, his eyes warm.

           “I know you love me, Seokjin…” you hummed, and Seokjin shook his head.

           “No, y/n. I’m obsessed. You single-handedly stole my heart.”

           “I was a crying mess that day. I looked terrible.”

           “I beg to argue.”

           “I remember how fearful you were of my wings. How scared you were of my butterflies.”

           “And because of you – I overcame my fear of insects.” Seokin laughed, and you snorted along. His hands came to your neck, thumbs rubbing your pressure points.

           “You make me a better man, a better God. And I’m thankful to have such a woman by my side.” He droned into your being; both of you lost in each other's gazes. You swallowed hard, noticing how close you both were, the moment freezing.

           “Seokjin-”

           “I-I wish to ask you something, y/n.”

           Is Seokjin going to- was Namjoon speaking the truth? Is Seokjin going to ask what you think he is going to? Your heart started pounding, blood rushing as a cold sweat started to appear. Was the moment that you’ve been waiting for, the moment in your dreams, finally happening?

           “What is it, Jin? What do you wish to ask?”

           Seokjin gulped, his hands were shaky. He looked so shy, so small, at the moment – like a toddler confessing his affection to another child.

           “I don’t want to spend a single day without you by my side. I want to wake up every day to you, go to sleep with you. Do you wish the same?”

           “Yes.”

           “Y/n, I’ve wanted to ask you this for weeks. From the moment I met you. I’ve been so nervous, fearful of rejection.”

           “Just ask me, Jin.”

           “I wish-I wish to ask for your hand in-” Seokjin stopped talking, stilling completely, and you felt yourself stop breathing.

           The suspense killing you.

           “My hand in what, Jin?”

           His eyes widen, realizing he wasn’t even paying attention to you anymore. Seokjin’s attention was caught elsewhere, stepping back.

           “Is that- is that, Jungkook. With a mermaid?” Seokjin blurted.

           Your body froze because the moment that you’ve been waiting for – the moment that you’ve dreamt of was utterly ruined in a matter of seconds. You stood, turning on your heel to see where Seokjin was staring in awe, and you realized that he was right.

           There was Jungkook, laughing cheerily in the water, with a black-haired, silver tailed woman. The moment that was rudely taken from you slipped from your memory, seeing how happy Jungkook appeared, a smile so massive and innocent.

           “I can’t believe it…” Seokjin whispered breathlessly, and your head shot upwards, taking in Seokjin expression. He looked happier than Jungkook; you swear small tears were swelling in his eyes as he watched over his youngest brother. “I can’t believe that piece of shit found someone.” He laughed breathlessly, and you as upset as you were, you let out a sigh.

           Because Seokjin looked so content, watching his family be happy.

           As much as he drove you mad, you had a sweet spot of seeing Seokjin pleased with his family. You swallowed hard, knowing that you would regret your words as soon as you spoke them, but you couldn’t help it.

           Because at this point, his family was your family.

           “Shall we invite them to dine?” You asked, and Seokjin froze at your request.

           He looked down, torn between agreeing and refusing.

           “I messed up this date…again. Didn’t I?” He whispered, and you merely shook your head. “Don’t worry about it, Seokjin. The question you were about to ask me, it wasn’t important, was it?”

           He bit his lips, running a hand through his hair, “It was but…”

           “You have one more week.” You said, and Seokjin nodded, “I promise, our next date will be one to remember. I’ll make up for all the wrong I have done.” You smiled, your wings fluttering as you stood tall, your lips falling over his.

           “I do hope so.”

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@ichoric: and then ares DIED

Ares had fought thousands of battles in his lifetime. Some he had won, others he lost. He had spent days in the mud, bleeding and suffering. He had succumbed to horrible pain, confined within heavy bronze jars, and left for dead. Some battles had even been fought outside the walls of Olympus, with giants who threatened to tear the city walls down and kill all those he loved. 

But nothing had ever been quite so dire as this.

The gods were horribly outnumbered, outgunned, and on the verge of collapse. Ares did what any good soldier would do, fighting to the last man, giving it everything he had. He ushered gods out of the city, protecting them with his own body, bruised and bloody as he fought titans and monsters alike in the streets. Aphrodite remained close at his side, where his children were, he did not know -- but there was no time to think. All he could do was act, attempting to get his beloved to safety, to protect the fearful and dying. To fight back this monstrous horde as long as he could.

The numbers were too great, and Ares knew it from the start. He had faced hard odds, but this was something else entirely. His heart hammered in his chest, fighting tooth and nail, doing what it took to keep Aphrodite safe. 

It was doomed to fail.

As he rounded a bend in the streets, Aphrodite at his side, several gods and demigods behind him, Ares came to a halt. Standing in the rubble was Hyperion, there was no mistaking him. Shining armour and a brilliant grin told him everything he needed to know, and his hulking form blocked the only exit. Ares swallowed back a wave of fear and grit his teeth, shoving Aphrodite behind him.

“The soldier.” Hyperion cooed, hand resting on a massive sword at his hip. “I was hoping you and I would meet.”

“Get these people out of here.” Ares hissed between his teeth, not daring to look at his wife. “Go, now.”

“It won’t matter in the end. We’ll stamp the life out of each of you. One by one if necessary.” Hyperion said matter of factly, like the thought bored him. “You’ll be the first, A--”

Ares lunged before Hyperion could finish his sentence. The war god moved fast with a small burst of adrenaline, whirling around the titan with his spear, bashing at his armour and jabbing for weak points within it. Despite the size of his sword, Hyperion moved with impeccable speed, and the smirk on his mouth disappeared, replaced by an angry frown.

Ares could not keep it up forever. He was slow from his wounds, body aching. He knew he shouldn’t have let Aphrodite distract him, but she was still there. Why wasn’t she leaving? Ares tried not to focus, but then a blur of dark hair told him she had joined him.

Ares dodged out of the way of a mighty swing of Hyperion’s sword, jabbing his spear into the titan’s armpit. He howled and backed up, and Ares took this opportunity to lunge for Aphrodite. He hooked an arm around her waist, eyes desperate. “No, you need to go. You can’t stay here, please--”

A sudden spark of pain shot up Ares’ side, blood beginning to pour. Hyperion’s sword protruded from his ribcage, and Ares’ expression went slack. His grip on Aphrodite loosened, and he stumbled backwards, cursing his own stupidity. Never turn your back on the enemy.

Ares felt hands tug at the back of his armour, dragging him away from his one love, the distance excruciating. Hyperion used him as a shield, and though Ares’ struggled, his movements began to slow even more, strength sapped from his limbs.

“Good. I hoped you would watch him die.” Hyperion cackled, blade pressed against Ares’ throat. The war god squirmed, but could not summon the strength. Distantly, he heard Aphrodite scream -- and then Hyperion’s blade slashed across his throat.

Ares spluttered for several moments, hands grabbing at his throat. Ichor choked him, his vision going dark. He stumbled towards Aphrodite, Hyperion releasing his grip. The god never made it, stumbling over the rubble. He collapsed to the stone, and succumbed to darkness, Aphrodite’s screams in his ears.

[cristinablackthornkingson]

The birth of Heros. Part 1.

The birth of Hero's.  

Part 1.

Perseus Jackson.

The 18th of August 1993 is a day that will change the world forever, the day a Hero is born.

It has been approximately 7 months since 23-year-old Sally Jackson found out she was pregnant, and since she found out that the man she was seeing, was actually the Greek God, Poseidon, God of the seas.  Sally has been able to see through The Mist (as Poseidon told her it is called) all through her life, she has seen some very strange things, so it didn’t take her long to believe that Poseidon was who he claimed to be.  

When Sally told Poseidon about the baby, he acted as though it were both the best thing in the world and the worst thing that could ever happen. He explained to Sally that after World War II, he and his brothers Zeus and Hades, the big 3 Gods, made a pact to not have any more children, as they were simply too powerful. If Zeus and Hades found out that Sally was pregnant with Poseidon's child, they would be furious beyond words, and both Sally and the baby would be in grave danger. For this reason, Poseidon left shortly after Sally told him about the baby, though he did promise to try and check in on her and the baby when he could.  

Though Sally understood why Poseidon had to leave, she was still deeply hurt, and is terrified of being a single mother. She has very little to no experience with children, she has always been an only child and had no younger cousins or anything.  

She did briefly consider placing the baby for adoption, after all she only has a small 2-bedroom house, with very little savings, no car and only a part-time job. However, after thinking about it for a while, Sally realized that her child’s best chance is with her, she knows the dangers he will face in life, and knows that she is the best person to protect him from them, so she decided to take on a second job and save every single penny she could. She had to quit her second job when she was 7 months pregnant and her doctor warned her that she was showing early warning signs of Pre-eclampsia, she needed to do what she could to lower her blood pressure,  but she did manage to save quite a bit, and is now eagerly awaiting the arrival of her baby.  

Currently she is only a week away from her due date, so when she is pulled from her sleep by a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, it doesn’t take her long to realize that the pain is a contraction.  Once the pain passes, she gets out of bed and gathers her things for the hospital, before heading to the kitchen to make herself breakfast, the pains aren’t too bad yet and are quiet infrequent, and Sally figures once labor really gets going, eating will be the last thing on her mind, so it’s best she have something now.

20 minutes after feeling the first contraction, Sally carries her breakfast into the living room, where she can sit comfortably on the sofa. When she steps into the living room, she notices that the fire is still going, she must have forgot to put it out before she went to bed.  

Sally steps up to the fire and scrapes a portion of her food into the flames, an offering to the Gods.

“Please.” Sally quietly says. “Eileithyia Goddess of birth, please watch over my baby and I, please make sure we’re okay and nothing happens to us.”  

Two hours later, Sally makes her way to the hospital when the contractions start to become more intense and closer together. It is only when she is surrounded by other laboring people and sees all the support and love they have, that Sally realizes just how truly alone she feels. She desperately wishes Poseidon could be here, or her mother, anyone at all really, though really, she won’t be alone for much longer, in a few hours, she’ll have her baby.

4 hours later, after a long, painful labor, Sally is right on the verge of bringing her baby into the world.  

“You’re doing absolutely wonderful Sally, just one more push now, okay?” The midwife calmly and gently says. Sally nods, takes a deep breath, grips onto the railing on the bed, and pushes. A few seconds later, just as the baby is born, the lights in the room flicker on and off for a brief second. In the moment Sally is too tired and concerned about her baby to think much of it, but later when she looks back on the moment, she will realize that it was a sure sign that a Hero had been born.  

“I-is my baby okay?” Sally asks in a labored, breathy tone, trying to catch a glimpse of her baby at the end of the bed.  

“Yes, absolutely perfect. You have a little boy, Sally. Congratulations.” The midwife softly says, passing the baby up to Sally, who immediately puts her arms around him and pulls him close.  

“Oh, hello baby, hi Percy, I love you so much.” She coos, stroking his cheek and gazing at him in awe. He looks so much like his dad, with a mop of thick wavy black hair identical to Poseidon's, sea blue/green eyes just like his father, and Poseidon's nose and eye shape, while he has Sally’s mouth and bone structure.  

“Percy, that’s a lovely name. Is it short for anything?” A nurse asks, standing at Sally’s side and gently cleaning little Percy down with a soft towel.  

“Perseus, Perseus James Jackson.” Sally quietly says. When she was 6 months pregnant, Sally had chosen one boys name and one girls name. For a girl, she had chosen Estelle Rhea Jackson, Estelle after her late mother, and Rhea after Poseidon's mother. For a boy, she had chosen Perseus James Jackson. Perseus after one of the only hero's in Greek history, to have a happy ending, and James after her late father, Jim.  

“Oh, that’s lovely, it suits him!” The nurse kindly says, smiling at the new mother and her baby. “I think so too.” Sally softly says, stroking Percy’s thick locks of hair, holding him close to her and basking in the amazing love she feels for this tiny little person, who she made. Without a doubt, Percy is the best thing she has ever accomplished in all her life.  

Sally and Percy remain in hospital for two more days, and when Sally’s doctor tells her she and Percy can be discharged, she is simultaneously thrilled and terrified, she is excited to get back home and settle in with Percy, but she’s also afraid of being on her own with Percy for the first time, since he was born she’s had nurses and midwives to help her with feeding him, changing his diaper, bathing him, etc. Now she’ll have to do it alone.  

Thankfully, Percy’s first few days at home pass by smoothly. He is mostly a very happy and content little baby, he hardly ever fusses and loves to be held and swaddled. Already, he seems drawn to the ocean. Sally has walked down to the beach with him a few times and stood watching the sea with Percy in her arms, thinking of Poseidon as the waves lapped at her feet and lulled Percy to sleep.  

One day when Percy is two weeks old, as Sally lies in bed with Percy tucked up to her side, sleeping peacefully while she catches up on some reading, there is a knock on the door. Sally furrows her brow in confusion, as she sets her book down and gets up to answer the door, even though she is not expecting someone.  

When Sally opens the door a few seconds later, she comes face to face with a ghost. Or so she thinks, for a minute anyway, because standing in front of her with his wild black hair windswept, dressed in shorts, sandals and a Hawaiian t-shirt, is Poseidon.  

“P-P-Poseidon? I....” Sally trails off, at a complete loss for words. She never expected to see Percy’s father again, even though he promised he would try to check in on her and Percy whenever he could.  

“Hello Sally, you’re looking beautiful as ever. How are you?” Poseidon calmly asks.  

“I.... What are you doing here? I thought.... you left.” Sally asks in a breathy tone. Poseidon gives her a sympathetic smile.  

“I’m afraid it’s just a visit, but I heard from Naiads that you had the baby and I... I was wondering if I could meet him, or her?” He asks in a sheepish tone. Only Sally Jackson could make a God sheepish.  

“I.... yes of course you can, come in.” Sally says, opening the door wider for him. She then leads him back into her bedroom, where Percy is still sleeping soundly on the bed, exactly where she left him. Carefully Sally gathers the baby up into her arms and turns to face Poseidon.  

“This is Percy, Perseus James Jackson.” She softly says, pulling the blankets down from around his face so Poseidon can see him.  

“He.... Sally he’s absolutely perfect.” Poseidon quietly says, in a tone of awe. Carefully he reaches out to stroke the baby’s cheek. “Hello Percy, my boy. You’re going to be a strong little one, just like your name sake.”  

“Do you want to hold him?” Sally asks. Poseidon nods wordlessly and Sally carefully passes their son to him. Poseidon's whole face lights up with a smile, when Percy blinks his eyes open and peers up at him curiously.  

“It’s nice to meet you Percy, I’m afraid I won’t be able to around much, I wish I could, but it would just put you and your mother in danger. Don’t worry though, I know your mother is more than capable of caring for you and loving you, giving you a wonderful life, and I will look out for you in any way I can, you won’t suffer like your siblings before you, not if I have anything to do with it.” Poseidon has never been so in love with one of his children before, then again, he has never loved someone like he loves Sally.

“He looks just like you.” Sally softly says, resting her hand on Poseidon's arm and watching him watching Percy.  

“I think he looks like you, poor little fellow wouldn’t want to be stuck with my looks when he could look like his beautiful mother, isn’t that right Percy?” Poseidon coos, running a hand over his son’s mop of thick black hair.  

Poseidon stays for another hour, catching up with Sally and never once letting go of little Percy. Both and he Sally wish it could be like this all the time, Poseidon would happily give up his powers, his throne on Olympus and his immortality, just to be with Sally and raise Percy with her. Of course, it can never happen. He would have to tell Zeus and the other Olympians why he was giving up his Olympian throne, and if Zeus and Hades found out about Percy and Sally, they would stop at nothing to destroy them.  

“I should be going soon.” Poseidon quietly says, an hour later. He is sitting on the sofa, with Percy lying in his lap watching in fascination as his father summons little orbs of water for Percy to play with. Sally is curled up beside Poseidon, her head resting on his shoulder.  

“Five more minutes? Stay and help me put Percy down for his nap? Please?” Sally asks, wanting to have as much time with Poseidon as possible.  

“Alright.”  

Five minutes later, Poseidon carefully lowers his son into his crib, making sure the blue blanket with a pattern of seashells on it, is wrapped securely around him. Once he is sure Percy is settled and content, he turns to Sally.  

“I’m afraid I really must be going now Sally, I will try and visit again soon, certainly before Percy’s first birthday, but I simply can’t make any promises.” He gently explains, his heart cracking in two at the look of hurt on Sally’s face. He would give anything to wipe that hurt away, and it kills him to know he is the cause of it.  

“I understand, thank you for today.” Sally quietly says. Poseidon takes one last look at Percy, presses a kiss to Sally’s forehead and then disappears in a breeze of sea-scented air.  

As if sensing his father has left for the second time, Percy starts to fuss and cry in his crib. Sally quickly gathers him up and settles onto the bed with him in her arms.  

“It’s alright Percy, mama’s here, I’ve got you baby. No matter what, I’ll always be here.” Sally quietly says.  

And for the next 14 years Sally stays true to her word, marrying an abusive man just so his mortal smell would mask Percy’s demi-god smell and protect him from the monsters, and endangering her life to make sure Percy safely gets to Camp Half-Blood when he is 12. Then, when Percy is 13, Sally meets a wonderful man named Paul Blofis, who makes her incredibly happy and is extremely good to Percy. Sally and Paul quickly fall in love and marry when Percy is 15 and two years later, after a lot more heartbreak and fear, they welcome a beautiful baby girl that they name Estelle. Percy is a wonderful big brother and extremely protective of Estelle, while Estelle herself is absolutely obsessed with her brother and always wants to be around him.  

At present, Percy is 18 and Estelle is 1, and they are the sweetest brother-sister duo in practically everyone’s minds, though Nico di Angelo and Hazel Levesque don’t come too far behind the Jackson-Blowfis siblings.  

Currently, Percy is out with Annabeth, celebrating their 2-year anniversary, while Paul and Sally have a quiet evening in with Estelle, who they have just put down to bed for the night. They stand in front of her crib, Paul with his arm around Sally’s waist, both just watching and admiring their sweet and beautiful daughter.  

“You know.” Paul quietly says. “A lot of people think Percy gets his strength from his dad, and he does, his magical strength anyway, but his mental and emotional strength and his huge and open heart and mind, that’s all you Sally. I know Percy had rough childhood, but he’s a great kid, and that’s all thanks to you, I’ll probably get struck down for this, but I think you’re more of a Goddess than Hera or Athena or any of the other Olympian Goddesses.”  

Sally turns and smiles softly at her husband, pulling him down for a brief kiss.  

“He is pretty great, and Estelle is going to be just as wonderful, if she doesn’t blow the world up before her next birthday.” Sally laughs, knowing the kind of mischief her daughter can get up to, whenever Percy brings her to camp, she is very popular with the Hermes’ kids.  

The next morning, Sally has a meeting with her book agent and Paul has a class to teach, so Percy happily agreed to watch Estelle for the day. Right now, they’re both sitting on the sofa in the living room, Percy bouncing Estelle on his lap, as fast as he can, making her giggle like crazy. It warms Sally’s heart to see her two children together, so happy despite everything.  

“Alright, I better get going, I’ll be back before lunch.” Sally says, bending to kiss Percy on the cheek and managing to peck Estelle on the forehead, before she squirms away.  

“Bye mom, see you soon.” Percy says, trying to hold Estelle steady.  

“I love you babies.” Sally softly says, brushing Percy’s hair back and lightly tapping Estelle on the nose.  

“Love you too mom.” Percy says.  

“Daddy!” Estelle exclaims, even though Paul left half an hour ago. So far, she refuses to say mama, only daddy, and ‘ercy’ (her adorable way of pronouncing ‘Percy’).  

Sally gives them both one more kiss, before heading out.  

“Alright troublemaker let’s get you dressed and then we can go see everyone at camp! You wanna see Annabeth, and Grover? I bet you wanna see Nico too, and Rachel and Piper, and oh of course you’re gonna want to see Tyson, huh?” Percy lists off his friend's names, standing up with Estelle on his hip.

As Percy wrestles Estelle into her clothes, he thinks about how strong his mom was to do this for him, every single day all by herself, for years, while also knowing that someday, he would have to learn about his dad and go to camp, which must have been terrifying for her.  

“You know Essie.” Percy quietly says, pulling a jumper over Estelle’s head. “Your dad’s right, our mom is ten times more of a Goddess than Athena or Hera or anyone else, and I don’t care if I get struck down for saying that because it’s true, now let’s go find what odd bits and pieces we can at camp and we can build our mom her own temple, just like a Goddess deserves.”  

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Thanks for applying Lauren! We look forward to seeing Noreen around the island. Make sure to send your blog in within the next 24 hours or reach out to us if you need an extension. Aimee Carrero is now taken.

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( AIMEE CARRERO, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ) ⌇ have you seen NOREEN GOMEZ around icaria? they are the 26 year old child of ZEUS. they remind me of the sound of the human version of coffee, lightning on a misty night, multilingual insults, and late night talks around the neighborhood. They’ve been on the island for 8 YEARS.

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NAME / PRONOUNS | AGE | TIMEZONE

It me. Lucifer  / She/Her  | 30 | EST

ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE

To damn long

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Please know that all of this is to help you get to know your own character better – and to allow for easier plotting with other members!

WHO ARE YOU BRINGING TO THE ISLE?

FACECLAIM: Aimee Carrero NAME: Noreen Gomez AGE: 26 BIRTHDAY: January 31, 1994 OCCUPATION: N/A for the moment  HOMETOWN: Detroit, MI PETS: N/A… for now POWERS:

She can see and sense the electricity around her, from there she pull the electricity and turn it into small blasts of electricity she can throw at people.

BIOGRAPHY: TWs for:  Prostitution, death, drugs, addiction, child neglect

Marita Gomez was not a woman you could call kind, but damn was she beautiful. She had floated through life using her looks to get what she wanted, and while that got her money and attention it didn’t always serve to put her in a good place or have her care about anyone beyond herself.  By the time she was 18, she was one of the favorites who worked the street and pulled in money for her pimp. Sometimes she’d sleep with the clients, sometimes she’d lead them to those who could get them other black market items, she never really cared so long as she got her next hit and got her money in hand. But she was always the go-to if the cops showed up, petite little Marita could switch between looking as innocent as a lamb and as mouth-watering delicious as a stake to a starving man. 

It was that beauty that caught the King of the Gods’ attention. He swooped down from the heavens and took on the form of a human. Marita didn’t care, didn’t want to even know his name, he was just another client. Another fuck to get the drugs she wanted and the money she desired for the clothes she needed. The two had one night of passionate lovemaking before Zeus fucked off back to Mount Olympus and left a now, unknowingly pregnant, Marita. It only took two months before she was showing, three before her clientele started to change to those with a fetish for pregnancy; and by the time she had had her baby? She had grown a following of – eclectic men. 

Noreen Gomez was born addicted to coke and in a situation, no kid should be in. Until she was 5 Noreen barely had any contact with those outside of the “family” her mother had cultivated. People flitted in and out of their house, watching her grow while her mom was at work. Sometimes it was the teens from down the street who watched the baby for a small hit when Martia returned home, sometimes it was for a bit – handsier of an exchange. Other times it would be the other sex workers who would occasionally – coo and aww over the baby and other times – forget she existed until she cried for milk or a change. At 5 – well everyone assumed the child was old enough to take care of herself, they stopped caring as much. She was left home alone to make herself food, bathe and change herself and to try and keep the house – somewhat clean. That was something her mom started to expect of her when Noreen was able to walk and remember things. 

As a young kid, she worried constantly about where her next meal would come from if they had water, power, all the things kids should never think about. So when the power was shut off one day and she was home alone – it was dark out and she was terrified. Little six-year-old Noreen let out a cry that – well, she wouldn’t know for years why it worked, but the power was suddenly back on, the lights and tv flicked back to life. She never questioned it, and neither did her mother when the electricity bill stopped coming but the power… somehow stayed on. 

She started school not long after and while the teachers raised eyebrows and tossed worried looks her way – no one called CPS, no one ever came to check on the obviously neglected Noreen. She learned very early on that adults were trash, and the only people who really cared were the other kids. That was the one time she got any sort of good in her life – when she slept over at a friend’s house and could relax, and just … be a kid. 

By 10 Noreen understood how the streets operated, she understood how to get and take without getting in trouble, without getting adults to look at you twice. She understood how to run a con, how to get a bit of extra cash. Her protection? Well, it seemed like she was always a bit electrified. A bit energetic and too quick. You touched her when she wasn’t expecting it? You’d get a nice little shock. No one really questioned it – static electricity but stronger. So she generally felt safe. Most of the time. 

She had just scammed a man out of twice the amount of money the product she had was worth when she ran face-first into Jarvis. He had been shocked, both literally and physically, by a 10-year-old who seemed to have a giant wad of cash she was trying to stuff into her non-existent bra. There was a quick exchange of words and meeting of his “kids”  before she understood that she could make more and not have to worry so much if she worked for him. It’s not like her mother would care – it’s not like her mother took care of her. So she agreed and was welcomed into the fold. 

By 12 more children had joined Jarvis’ little crusade and Noreen had become known as Spark or Spitfire – mostly because of the static shocks or the words that came out of her mouth. A mixture of Spanish and English and 90% of it cursing your existence. But despite that she became a bit of a mother hen to the other kids, looking out for them and making sure they had food or a place to sleep. It’s not like her own mother cared; So Noreen took in the kids, and they slept on the pull-out couch. They were always out by 9 am (when her mother woke up and usually would start bitching), but came back each night to sleep or just have someone to talk to. 

A school friend, one not involved in the life she lived on the streets, had invited her over for a slumber party… turns out it was a surprise birthday party. But the sudden kids jumping out and yelling surprise scared Noreen enough that every light in the house arced and blew out. Before they could finish the word the city block had lost power and it was spreading. Noreen knew it was her; she could feel the sparks arcing from her fingertips to the light switch mere inches from her hand, she could see the electricity in the air. No one else seemed to notice – most just screamed because the power went out but it quickly turned into laughter and lightning candles as they got cake and settled down.  But Noreen… Noreen couldn’t stop looking around, it wasn’t just that some friends had decided to do something so nice for her, but the fact that she could register where all the electricity in the room was by sight and sound. She could hear it humming in the walls, she could see it connecting switches and lights.  

This fascination carried over into school and when she was in science class doing experiments with her lab partner it all went just a bit sideways as she tried to manipulate the electricity in her experiment… and she somehow got electrocuted, except it was bad enough she ended up at the hospital. There she was alone, there the doctors looked her over, ran a battery of tests, and realized – this poor teen was on drugs, electrocuted and no one was coming to get her. They confined her to the hospital. They called every number they could and it wasn’t until the fifth call that a woman picked up the phone. She claimed to be Noreen’s mother, that Noreen had been living with her aunt for the past year while she was away on assignment in Greece. She had “no idea” about any of this and hadn’t heard from either in a month. She had “been trying to reach them and would be on the first flight out.” 

Noreen told them she was lying, that her mother was not some weird jet setter that lived in another country but a bitch of a lady who lived in the slums. Still; they kept her they started to help her detox and get clean of all the drugs in her system. Two days in she was experiencing severe withdrawals and angry as hell. That was the day her “mother” showed up. She was a beautiful woman, sure, and they looked sort of alike, but not really. But somehow… she had all the paperwork, she knew too much to not be her mom. Noreen felt like her head was in a fog, nothing made sense anymore. She was required to stay another three days before her “mom” could take her. 

But the minute she could the two were on a plane back to Greece. The plane ride was agony and they didn’t really talk. Noreen wasn’t sure what was happening or why or who this woman was but she – also couldn’t get the questions out. So when they finally landed in Greece and she was brought to a temple she was needless to say… very confused. The next five weeks were spent in Hera’s temple with the priestesses. They cared for her and helped her get clean, they taught her meditation and how to calm herself, they took her to the doctor and got her any help they could… and within three months of that faithful day back in Detroit, she was clean. She had cravings, sure, but she now knew ways to deal with it. 

Noreen found out that the woman who had got her was in fact not her mother, but apparently her father’s wife. Hera. This was her temple. She was a Greek goddess and Noreen was the daughter of Zeus – making her a demi-god. She chalked up this weird story to withdrawal and tried to ignore it. But she realized very quickly there was no ignoring this. It made sense with the shocks her whole life, the fact she could see electricity running through the walls, see it everywhere. Hera told her she was welcome to stay so long as she helped around the temple. 

So she did. She helped clean, she learned the ways and she started back up schooling. It didn’t take long for her to make friends. Scout and Lachlan. They became the three musketeers telling one another almost everything… though even to this day she’s still not told everyone her full past. It just hurts too much to think about. But those two – they know more than anyone else. It was this level of trust that started to make Noreen open to the idea of feelings. There was Scout… her best friend who was just so damn pretty. She would watch her when the other wasn’t paying attention and just sigh. Hoping that one day – they could be more. 

But as time passed and the other never really showed much interest Noreen resigned herself to looking outside of their friend group for comfort and love. – well until the day that Scout decided she needed to have a conversation with her and – just kissed her. Needless to say, Noreen was on cloud nine and the two began dating. For years the two were happily in love, and Noreen was certain that they would one day get married. 

Hell, she had a ring picked out and everything! She was ready to go. But she knew better than to propose before Scout finished law school. She would not distract her girlfriend from that endeavor with a wedding. But Scout got more and more absorbed and slowly started fading from the relationship. She stopped wanting to go out, stopped really – even paying attention to Noreen. And after years and years of being ignored by her mother to have Scout, the one person she loved more than anything she blew up. The two argued and shouted and – Noreen stormed out. She just needed some air. Needed a moment to refocus and figure it out… and she would get it. 

Five years of thinking and air. For that night was the first kidnapping. The night that Nyx herself snatched her off the street and put her in the meadows. She was terrified, confused, and utterly unsure of what the fuck was happening. Nyx appeared with her son Weston, and they explained that they had a plan to get Zeus’s attention, that they were sorry they had to take her and she would be back once they got to talk to the man. Noreen tried to tell them that Zeus didn’t care about her, that she had only met him a couple of times, and that he was a trash god. They agreed on that part but they thought – he’d realize that one of his own was taken, that Hera was throwing a hissy fit at Noreen’s vanishment and would do something. But they underestimate the god’s willingness to care about anything other than the next lay he was going to get.

So she’s been in purgatory for five years. Honestly? She hasn’t really noticed the passage of time. It’s like she’s told people, “Time has no meaning here, 1 minute here could be an hour back on earth, 1 day a year. Or it could be 1 minute is 5 years. There are days where I felt like I’ve been here for centuries and days where it felt like five seconds. In the end, I’m here and I like it.” Instead, Noreen dedicated herself to learning how to do all manner of things, she can happily say she’s a much more well-rounded person than she had been in her teens or the last time she saw and felt the earth beneath her feet.  

Being back on earth, away from the meadows is going to be a huge transition for her. But she’s ready to see what the fuck life has in store  – and to kick her father’s ass.

ANYTHING ELSE:

CHAOS. 

[toobster12]

1st page of my pjo FANFIC "The Moon"

Hello, my name is Selena di Angelo-Solace. I’m 14 years old. Up until a few months ago I was a perfectly normal, mortal, teenager.Was I a problem child?You could say that.But life was normal.I could start at any point, but things only really started to get strange back in April. It was finally spring break, and I decided to visit Mueller Lake Park with my friends. My house is only about 40 minutes away; they met me there so we could walk together.I should probably introduce them, shouldn’t I?Markus Sanchez and Alisa Goodman are basically the only friends I’ve been able to make in all my years of school. When I was younger (maybe 1st or 2nd grade?), my teachers (language arts and math especially) started to become concerned since I could never pay attention or follow directions. They told my dad and pa that it would help me if I got diagnosed for ADHD.It took a few weeks but eventually I was indeed diagnosed. I was moved into a different class and that basically decided the fate of my entire social life. I never really had friends to begin with, but at least normal people respected me. At the start, it seemed like everyone talked down on me, even though just a bit ago I was considered normal. I was so confused.The classroom was filled with sensory toys and kids crying and throwing tantrums. Even in a place I was supposed to feel seen I felt…well, like I shouldn’t have been there.My parents were with me every step of the way though. They also have ADHD as well as Dyslexia. They always knew exactly what to do, like they understood my unspoken language. And my support circle only grew when I met Markus and Alisa. Both had ADD so we all bonded over our overactive minds.The SpEd kids received their own few tables at the edge of the cafeteria, but me and my friends would sit up on the stage just above them, chatting away about our favorite things. We all only later learned that those are called “hyper-fixations”.Anyways, as they came up to the house, I was waiting in the kitchen while Pa was upstairs taking a nap. I heard the doorbell ring, immediately grabbing my backpack and water bottle before turning the handle.“Selena! My GAL!” Alisa exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around me into a restrictive hug. After a while she let go with a soft grunt. “Ohhh! it has been WAY too long since we’ve done something like this!”Markus speaks up, “You mean…walking to the park?”“Yes! It’s been like…” She slowly counts on her fingers. “A whole WEEK!”I roll my eyes while walking down the front stoop of my house.Alisa then insisted that we skip down the rest of my driveway while humming “Follow the Yellow Brick Road”. Me and Markus both nodded to each other since it did actually sound funny.We linked our arms together and skipped until we met the street. It’s basically your average run-down neighborhood; cars parked on the street, bikes laying in front lawns, random tennis balls…but I miss it. The sticky tar and evil, weird looking pigeons too. It used to be so simple.We moved there shortly after my parents, Will and Nico di Angelo-Solace, adopted me and my younger sister, charlotte, out of foster care. Apparently, my Dad, Will, was born in Austin. Though he could never stay long since Grandma used to be a famous country singer that would routinely go on U.S wide tours. (Sorry if it's formatted weird, I had to copy paste into here)

[blakecastillo]

closed starter for @reinathane location: Olympus Medical setting: After Jace was born

After Rowan left, Blake took Jace into her arms and held him closely again as she waited for Reina to come in.  Admittedly, Reina’s attendance did come as a bit of a surprise to Blake, but she was grateful that she had shown up as Reina was the only consistent maternal figure in Blake’s life.  However, as grateful as Blake was for Reina’s visit, she wasn’t sure what to expect considering from Blake’s experience, Reina wasn’t necessarily a fan of children.  But, she tried not to dwell on it considering that this was one of the happiest days of her life.  If anything, Blake figured that Reina was here to show her support which wasn’t unusual since they have been a part of one another’s life since Grayson had moved his family back to Olympus.  As Reina entered the room, Blake’s gaze was finally pulled from the newborn baby in her arms to watch as the other woman came closer to her and Jace.  “Someone wants to meet you,” Blake cooed down at Jace in her arms.  “Ma, this is Jace.”  She introduced quietly when Reina was close enough to get a look at the baby in her arms.  “Jace Wesley Evans.”

[icariamusing]

CHARACTER BASICS

FACECLAIM: Liz Gillies

NAME: Noreen Gomez 

AGE: 26 

BIRTHDAY: January 31, 1994 

OCCUPATION: N/A for the moment 

HOMETOWN: Detroit, MI 

PETS: N/A… for now 

POWERS

She can see and sense the electricity around her, from there she pull the electricity and turn it into small blasts of electricity she can throw at people.

BIOGRAPHY

TWs for:  Prostitution, death, drugs, addiction, child neglect

Marita Gomez was not a woman you could call kind, but damn was she beautiful. She had floated through life using her looks to get what she wanted, and while that got her money and attention it didn’t always serve to put her in a good place or have her care about anyone beyond herself.  By the time she was 18, she was one of the favorites who worked the street and pulled in money for her pimp. Sometimes she’d sleep with the clients, sometimes she’d lead them to those who could get them other black market items, she never really cared so long as she got her next hit and got her money in hand. But she was always the go-to if the cops showed up, petite little Marita could switch between looking as innocent as a lamb and as mouth-watering delicious as a stake to a starving man.

It was that beauty that caught the King of the Gods’ attention. He swooped down from the heavens and took on the form of a human. Marita didn’t care, didn’t want to even know his name, he was just another client. Another fuck to get the drugs she wanted and the money she desired for the clothes she needed. The two had one night of passionate lovemaking before Zeus fucked off back to Mount Olympus and left a now, unknowingly pregnant, Marita. It only took two months before she was showing, three before her clientele started to change to those with a fetish for pregnancy; and by the time she had had her baby? She had grown a following of – eclectic men.

Noreen Gomez was born addicted to coke and in a situation, no kid should be in. Until she was 5 Noreen barely had any contact with those outside of the “family” her mother had cultivated. People flitted in and out of their house, watching her grow while her mom was at work. Sometimes it was the teens from down the street who watched the baby for a small hit when Martia returned home, sometimes it was for a bit – handsier of an exchange. Other times it would be the other sex workers who would occasionally – coo and aww over the baby and other times – forget she existed until she cried for milk or a change. At 5 – well everyone assumed the child was old enough to take care of herself, they stopped caring as much. She was left home alone to make herself food, bathe and change herself and to try and keep the house – somewhat clean. That was something her mom started to expect of her when Noreen was able to walk and remember things.

As a young kid, she worried constantly about where her next meal would come from if they had water, power, all the things kids should never think about. So when the power was shut off one day and she was home alone – it was dark out and she was terrified. Little six-year-old Noreen let out a cry that – well, she wouldn’t know for years why it worked, but the power was suddenly back on, the lights and tv flicked back to life. She never questioned it, and neither did her mother when the electricity bill stopped coming but the power… somehow stayed on.

She started school not long after and while the teachers raised eyebrows and tossed worried looks her way – no one called CPS, no one ever came to check on the obviously neglected Noreen. She learned very early on that adults were trash, and the only people who really cared were the other kids. That was the one time she got any sort of good in her life – when she slept over at a friend’s house and could relax, and just … be a kid.

By 10 Noreen understood how the streets operated, she understood how to get and take without getting in trouble, without getting adults to look at you twice. She understood how to run a con, how to get a bit of extra cash. Her protection? Well, it seemed like she was always a bit electrified. A bit energetic and too quick. You touched her when she wasn’t expecting it? You’d get a nice little shock. No one really questioned it – static electricity but stronger. So she generally felt safe. Most of the time.

She had just scammed a man out of twice the amount of money the product she had was worth when she ran face-first into Jarvis. He had been shocked, both literally and physically, by a 10-year-old who seemed to have a giant wad of cash she was trying to stuff into her non-existent bra. There was a quick exchange of words and meeting of his “kids”  before she understood that she could make more and not have to worry so much if she worked for him. It’s not like her mother would care – it’s not like her mother took care of her. So she agreed and was welcomed into the fold.

By 12 more children had joined Jarvis’ little crusade and Noreen had become known as Spark or Spitfire – mostly because of the static shocks or the words that came out of her mouth. A mixture of Spanish and English and 90% of it cursing your existence. But despite that she became a bit of a mother hen to the other kids, looking out for them and making sure they had food or a place to sleep. It’s not like her own mother cared; So Noreen took in the kids, and they slept on the pull-out couch. They were always out by 9 am (when her mother woke up and usually would start bitching), but came back each night to sleep or just have someone to talk to.

A school friend, one not involved in the life she lived on the streets, had invited her over for a slumber party… turns out it was a surprise birthday party. But the sudden kids jumping out and yelling surprise scared Noreen enough that every light in the house arced and blew out. Before they could finish the word the city block had lost power and it was spreading. Noreen knew it was her; she could feel the sparks arcing from her fingertips to the light switch mere inches from her hand, she could see the electricity in the air. No one else seemed to notice – most just screamed because the power went out but it quickly turned into laughter and lightning candles as they got cake and settled down.  But Noreen… Noreen couldn’t stop looking around, it wasn’t just that some friends had decided to do something so nice for her, but the fact that she could register where all the electricity in the room was by sight and sound. She could hear it humming in the walls, she could see it connecting switches and lights.  

This fascination carried over into school, she was 14,  and when she was in science class doing experiments with her lab partner it all went just a bit sideways as she tried to manipulate the electricity in her experiment… and she somehow got electrocuted, except it was bad enough she ended up at the hospital. There she was alone, there the doctors looked her over, ran a battery of tests, and realized – this poor teen was on drugs, electrocuted and no one was coming to get her. They confined her to the hospital. They called every number they could and it wasn’t until the fifth call that a woman picked up the phone. She claimed to be Noreen’s mother, that Noreen had been living with her aunt for the past year while she was away on assignment in Greece. She had “no idea” about any of this and hadn’t heard from either in a month. She had “been trying to reach them and would be on the first flight out.”

Noreen told them she was lying, that her mother was not some weird jet setter that lived in another country but a bitch of a lady who lived in the slums. Still; they kept her they started to help her detox and get clean of all the drugs in her system. Two days in she was experiencing severe withdrawals and angry as hell. That was the day her “mother” showed up. She was a beautiful woman, sure, and they looked sort of alike, but not really. But somehow… she had all the paperwork, she knew too much to not be her mom. Noreen felt like her head was in a fog, nothing made sense anymore. She was required to stay another three days before her “mom” could take her.

But the minute she could the two were on a plane back to Greece. The plane ride was agony and they didn’t really talk. Noreen wasn’t sure what was happening or why or who this woman was but she – also couldn’t get the questions out. So when they finally landed in Greece and she was brought to a temple she was needless to say… very confused. The next five weeks were spent in Hera’s temple with the priestesses. They cared for her and helped her get clean, they taught her meditation and how to calm herself, they took her to the doctor and got her any help they could… and within three months of that faithful day back in Detroit, she was clean. She had cravings, sure, but she now knew ways to deal with it.

Noreen found out that the woman who had got her was in fact not her mother, but apparently her father’s wife. Hera. This was her temple. She was a Greek goddess and Noreen was the daughter of Zeus – making her a demi-god. She chalked up this weird story to withdrawal and tried to ignore it. But she realized very quickly there was no ignoring this. It made sense with the shocks her whole life, the fact she could see electricity running through the walls, see it everywhere. Hera told her she was welcome to stay so long as she helped around the temple.

So she did. She helped clean, she learned the ways and she started back up schooling. It didn’t take long for her to make friends. Scout and Lachlan. They became the three musketeers telling one another almost everything… though even to this day she’s still not told everyone her full past. It just hurts too much to think about. But those two – they know more than anyone else. It was this level of trust that started to make Noreen open to the idea of feelings. There was Scout… her best friend who was just so damn pretty. She would watch her when the other wasn’t paying attention and just sigh. Hoping that one day – they could be more.

But as time passed and the other never really showed much interest Noreen resigned herself to looking outside of their friend group for comfort and love. – well until the day that Scout decided she needed to have a conversation with her and – just kissed her. Needless to say, Noreen was on cloud nine and the two began dating. For years the two were happily in love, and Noreen was certain that they would one day get married.

Hell, she had a ring picked out and everything! She was ready to go. But she knew better than to propose before Scout finished law school. She would not distract her girlfriend from that endeavor with a wedding. But Scout got more and more absorbed and slowly started fading from the relationship. She stopped wanting to go out, stopped really – even paying attention to Noreen. And after years and years of being ignored by her mother to have Scout, the one person she loved more than anything she blew up. The two argued and shouted and – Noreen stormed out. She just needed some air. Needed a moment to refocus and figure it out… and she would get it.

Five years of thinking and air. For that night was the first kidnapping. The night that Nyx herself snatched her off the street and put her in the meadows. She was terrified, confused, and utterly unsure of what the fuck was happening. Nyx appeared with her son Weston, and they explained that they had a plan to get Zeus’s attention, that they were sorry they had to take her and she would be back once they got to talk to the man. Noreen tried to tell them that Zeus didn’t care about her, that she had only met him a couple of times, and that he was a trash god. They agreed on that part but they thought – he’d realize that one of his own was taken, that Hera was throwing a hissy fit at Noreen’s vanishment and would do something. But they underestimate the god’s willingness to care about anything other than the next lay he was going to get.

So she’s been in purgatory for five years. Honestly? She hasn’t really noticed the passage of time. It’s like she’s told people, “Time has no meaning here, 1 minute here could be an hour back on earth, 1 day a year. Or it could be 1 minute is 5 years. There are days where I felt like I’ve been here for centuries and days where it felt like five seconds. In the end, I’m here and I like it.” Instead, Noreen dedicated herself to learning how to do all manner of things, she can happily say she’s a much more well-rounded person than she had been in her teens or the last time she saw and felt the earth beneath her feet.  

Being back on earth, away from the meadows is going to be a huge transition for her. But she’s ready to see what the fuck life has in store  – and to kick her father’s ass.

LAUREN | SHE/HER | 30 | EST

[holidaywishes]

The Light Beyond The Stars I

part i: playing tricks and keeping secrets

  Summary of series: When Malcolm is young, he dreams of a place where he could run off to and leave his life behind. When he meets Cassandra, his perspective changes and his dreams only include her.

  Summary of Chapter: Meet Malcolm, a young boy forced into metalwork by his father to a Blacksmith who couldn’t care less about the boys well being. Cassandra, on the other hand, is a demigod who lives with her father, Apollo, and the rest of the Gods in Mount Olympus; all of which care a great deal of what she does with her time. When Cassandra meets Malcolm while travelling with her father, the two become quickly become close, much to the dismay of Apollo.

  Warning: talk of child labour, implications to child abuse, tiny bit of angst, maybe a bit of fluff

  Author’s Note: I don’t know about you, but I have been obsessed with Greek God mythology for as long as I can remember first learning about it and my absolute favourite God has always been Apollo; I think he’s one of the most interesting and intensely overlooked Gods because he’s not one of the “big three.” Legitimately. Like go read up on him and you’ll see what I mean. Let me tell you about this God. He’s, first and foremost, the God of Music and Dance -- hence the Apollo Theater in New York City. But aside from that he’s also the God of Truth and Prophecies, Sun, Light, Health, Healing and Diseases, Poetry and Knowledge, Archery along with his twin sister Artemis, Protection of the Young and like a million other things. He’s also regarded as the most beautiful God, so like... there’s that. BUT ALSO, HIS MUSES! Technically, they’re his siblings but like, with them, he nurtures kids love for music and myths. The muses were my, and I’m sure a bijillion others, favourite part of Hercules. Apparently, on Wikipedia (super credible source I know,) there’s even a section about Pan comparing his music to Apollo’s and challenging him to a contest. DOES THAT NOT SOUND LIKE OUR BOY?! And I guess Apollo was charged with giving humans the form they have now? Like after we were split up from our soulmates or whatever?! If you can’t tell, I’m super excited about this idea and I don’t think that he’s given as much credit as he should be. Enter: Me. Writing a story about Apollo’s daughter, who he named after the woman he loved who broke his heart, falling in love with a mortal who her father forbids her from seeing. It’s something I’ve been thinking about writing for a while but I just haven’t had a chance to start yet. I have a handful of other series I’m writing as well so I can’t guarantee when the next chapter will be up but I hope you enjoy this introduction to the series! 😘

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Malcolm’s P.O.V.

  You found yourself stowed away in an old barn about two miles from your house, staring out the hole in the roof and imagining running away to a place where your Dad couldn’t sell you away and you would no longer have to work until your bones ached.

  “Malcolm?!” a small voice called from the barn door, “Malcolm, are you in here?”

  “Charlotte..” you whispered back, “be quiet! I’m up here.”

  “Father is looking for you”

  “I’m sure he is,” you scoffed, “he’s not my father. He’s yours.”

  “If he finds you in here again,” Charlotte sighed, looking down at her feet, “he’ll hurt you worse than before.”

  “Then I guess he better not find me.” You laughed and she came up to the perch where you sat, staring up at the stars with you

  “It’s been such a long time since you first came here, Malcolm,” she said, avoiding your eyes, “I’m sure if you and him could just see eye to eye on something, then maybe he wouldn’t be so hard on you.”

  “He’s a grown up.. he doesn’t care about me, only what I can do for him”

  “I’m so sorry your father sent you away. Sent you here. But I promise, he does care!”

  “You see all those stars?” You said, rejecting her statement

  “Malcolm...” she whined, wanting you to talk to her

  “There’s amazing worlds out there, you know,” you explained, “worlds that don’t have parents who keep their children locked away. Worlds where fathers don’t sell their sons to work until their bones break. Worlds where anything is possible.”

  “I’m not locked away!” she argued and you laughed

  “MALCOLM!” You heard Charlotte’s father called, “BOY! WHERE’D YOU GO?!”

  “Please Malcolm. Don’t make him hurt you again...” Charlotte begged and you smiled faintly as you stepped down to find the man screaming for you

  “I’m here.”

  “Ah good,” the man said, “It’s time to go into town. We have work to do.”

  “What kind of work?” you asked shyly

  “What does it matter what kind of work?!” he yelled, “WE HAVE WORK!” He grabbed your arm, throwing you into a wagon as you looked back to find Charlotte hiding behind the wooden door of the barn. When the wagon finally stopped moving, you slowly stepped out and followed the tall, angry man into the tent where you were stationed in front of burning coals, forging metal together for knights and vikings alike. Days like this were long but not new, and often ended with you covered in dirt, sweat and burns; except on the rare occasions where the man, who called himself Francis, decided he could use you to trick the locals out of their money. You watched as Francis downed multiple steins of ale and you knew you wouldn’t be able to fight him off this time, so when he told it was time to play games with the people shopping in the square, you followed his lead. “Hurry up, boy, we want to get to the square before everyone is done their shopping!”

  “Yes sir” you said under your breath

  “What did you say?” He yelled, grabbing the back of your neck and forcing you in front of him, “don’t mutter, Malcolm!”

  “Yes sir!” you repeated, loudly this time so he could hear you clearly

  “Keep walking.” He pushed your back, forcing you

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Cassandra’s P.O.V.

  You watched from your window as your mom left Mount Olympus after her monthly visit, waving goodbye as the sad look on her face broke your heart

  “She looks much older than the last time she was here,” your cousin, Anthea, said, looking out the window before your mother was out of sight, “I mean she is mortal so I suppose that makes sense.”

  “I’m part mortal...” you added, a question lining your words, trying to trip your cousin, who was the product of what she called a ‘true’ God pairing, into saying something she didn’t mean.

  “But you have so much of your father in you!”

  “Yeah I know...” you sighed, turning away from her to roll your eyes, “that’s what everyone says.”

  “I’ve never seen someone summon the light quite the way you do, not even your father...” Your only response to her was to him sarcastically, “we just want the best life for you, all of us here, you know that don’t you?”

  “I know, Anthea, but I sometimes...” you stammered, “I don’t know.. sometimes I wonder what more there is.”

  “What more could there be? Is Olympus not enough for you?” she snapped

  “That’s not what I meant and you know that” you corrected

  “What did you mean then?” she asked

  “I just meant.. we have so much family here. I love our family.. but what if I want.. my own life? My own love?”

  “You’re so sappy. So human”

  “Yes...” you sighed

  “Cassandra!” you heard your father call

  “Why do you think he named me that?” you asked your cousin

  “Cassandra!” he repeated

  “After the woman who broke his heart?” you asked again, as you made your way from your room to where your father was searching from

  “Cassandra!” your father called once more before his voice would rise

  “After the woman who’s not even my mother?”

  “CASSA--”

  “I’m here father!” you finally answered, popping up from behind him with a bright smile on your face

  “It’s time to go Cassandra” he said sternly

  “Go? Where are we going?” you asked, excitement seeping from every word

  “I have business in Hamelin..” he answered, “and I want you there with me.”

  “To explore?!” you exclaimed

  “To learn.” He clarified and you smiled at his insistence before he winked at you to follow him, “Come, little one. Your carriage awaits.” He jokingly outstretched his hand to help you into the small box that would take you where you needed to go

  “Oh father,” you cooed, “it’s so... mortal!” You laughed, looking at the small details inside the cart while your father just shook his head in response

  “It’s necessary is what it is. We couldn’t very well bring a winged horse to a human village now could we?” you shook your head playfully, smiling as you kissed his cheek

  “Well, I love it!”

  “I named you Cassandra, by the way, not for the woman I loved but for the woman I know you will become,” he stated, smiling when he noticed the surprised look on your face from the corner of his eye, “the name means to excel; to shine. Both of which I believe you’ll do.” You smiled to yourself and continued the ride to Hamelin in silence, reveling in your fathers ability to remain youthful even while being responsible for so much. When you finally got into town, your father told you to stay close because there was a lot you needed to learn but when he turned toward the infirmary, you turned toward the entertainment you heard nearby.

  “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!” A tall man in a tattered coat called out to the square, gathering a large crowd in front of him, while a boy stood meekly by his side, “GATHER CLOSE! TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY! A CHANCE TO WITNESS... MAGIC!” He exclaimed, while a burst of smoke dazzled the locals. The man went on to do a few card tricks that you were certain you’d seen one of your uncles do once or twice, continuing to entertain the group in front of him with acts of flame and what you could only describe as.. foolishness. None of it would you go so far as to relate to tricks much less magic, so you began to walk away until the man announced his son would be taking over while he ‘replenished his powers;’ making his way, rather non-discreetly, to the tavern nearby.

  “Can I get the children to gather closer please?” he said politely and the parents pushed their sons and daughters to the table gently. The boy behind the table smiled at each child, as if he were getting to know them, and you found yourself drawn to him as well; making your way to the side of the table as he continued his act. First, he had the children watch as he placed a small ball under one of three cups he had placed on the table and told the children to watch the ball as he moved the cups around each other.

  “Where is the ball?” he asked simply while the children each contemplated an answer, seeming to agree that the ball was in the cup on the left side, “not in that one, I’m afraid!” He said, a smile beaming across his face before he repeated the trick twice, a new crowd of children filing in. His second trick involved a deck of cards, to which he asked someone from the crowd to pick from, his eyes finally landing on you and he approached you almost gingerly, “will you pick a card for me?”

  “Any card?” you asked, a blush running across your cheeks as a smile made its way onto your face

  “Any one you’d like” he replied, his eyes trained on you as you picked your card, “don’t show me but put it back in the deck.” You did as he asked, trying desperately to tear your eyes away from his, but the vibrancy of the emerald orbs staring back at you made it all but impossible to look away. “Is this your card?” he asked, lifting up the Jack of Hearts and, even though you both knew it wasn’t, the wink he gave you made you think you were in on it

  “It is!” you said, letting your mouth fall open slightly to sell your shock and the audience erupted in a fit of applause. His last trick, however, was your favourite. He put away all of his props as if he were cleaning up, and the crowd began to disperse until only a hand full of people were left around the table. He leaned in closer to the crowd and whispered something that you didn’t quite catch but it left the crowd with wide eyes. Shortly after, a beating drum began to play from around him and the audience looked for someone playing instruments but couldn’t find anything.

  “Do you hear that music too?” he asked, cupping his hand around his ear, “it happens every time I put everything away. I can’t seem to find where it’s coming from. At first I thought I was hearing things,” he explained, the children’s eyes in the crowd continuing to grow wide at his remarks, “but then someone told me they could hear it to!” You smiled at the reactions he was getting from everyone, watching carefully what he did when they looked between each other, noticing him press down on his foot under the table, leading you to quietly make your way closer to his table. The music got louder and louder, as if somehow it were getting closer to the group but, still, no one playing guitar or flutes or drums appeared. “It’s the oddest thing because it will get so loud,” the boy continued, just as the music hit its crescendo, only to fall silent, “and then it just stops!” The audience was left in awe and the boy politely bowed as they applauded him, while you waited nearby for him to pack up.

  “That was impressive!” you called to him before he walked too far away

  “Thank you,” he smiled, stopping so you could catch up to him, “for you help too.”

  “Ahh yes,” you snickered, “mixing me into your tricks. I’m not so sure how I feel about that.”

  “You were great,” he replied, “but you’re not from here are you?”

  “I’m not,” you admitted, looking down at the ground to hide the blush rushing your cheeks, “do you know everyone in town?”

  “Well, I grew up here... and I perform here often”

  “Doesn’t it ever get to you?” you asked and he tilted his head in confusion, “playing so many tricks on such young audiences?”

  “Kids are easy to trick because they’re quick to believe”

  “But they’re just kids. Why do you want to trick them? Does your father ask --”

  “He’s not my father,” he interrupted, “I work for him. I do what he asks of me.”

  “I’m sorry, I just.. assumed. I didn’t mean to cause any harm,” you apologized, introducing yourself when the moment had turned quiet, “I’m Cassandra by the way. I’m here with my father for a business trip...”

  “Malcolm,” he smiled and his eyes glistened, “nice to meet you. Will you and your father be staying in town?”

  “I don’t believe so. He’s over at the infirmary; I was supposed to be with him but...” you added, “you distracted me.” You noticed a small blush on his cheeks before he dropped his eyes to the ground and you felt quite proud of yourself

  “So, your father’s a doctor then?” he asked what should’ve been an easy question to answer. ‘No,’ you thought to yourself, ‘he’s actually a god but helping people makes him feel more important than... being a god..’ Of course, you could never say that because you’d be shunned from your family and Olympus forever,

  “Among other things” you fibbed, smiling when he looked at you again

  “Cassandra?” you heard your father say, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Where did you run off to?”

  “Father,” you said, clearing your throat and straightening your posture, “this is Malcolm. He was performing magic tricks earlier and I was distracted -- entertained...” Malcolm outstretched his hand but Apollo hesitated, looking the boy up and down before shaking his hand

  “Well, hi there Malcolm,” your father smiled, “I suppose Cassandra told you we’re just visiting”

  “She did, sir. She also mentioned the visit would likely only be today...” Malcolm’s voice was sad and the expression on his face seemed to match his tone

  “As it turns out, there is much to do at the infirmary. Hamelin needs us, Cassandra. That’s what I was coming to tell you,” Apollo corrected, “we’ll be staying a few days until everything is taken care of.”

  “Really?!” you exclaimed and your father nodded, “oh that’s exciting! Thank you, father!” you jumped up to hug your father tightly and he laughed in surprise

xx

Malcolm’s P.O.V.

  “I guess I’ll be seeing more of you,” you joked but caught the eyes of Cassandra’s father glaring at you, “we’ll be seeing more of each other.” Her laugh made your heartbeat faster but also seemed to calm your nerves at the same time

  “I guess so” she said brightly before Francis stumbled out of the tavern and found you

  “There you are!” he slurred, “how’d we do kid?”

  “Hello, sir,” Cassandra’s father greeted, outstretching his hand, “I’m Apo-- I’m Paul. This is my daughter, Cassandra”

  “Hi” she replied meekly,

  “We’ve been talking with you son”

  “He’s not my son!” Francis yelled, still fumbling over his words, “no he’s my.. he works for me. Sort of like my protégé.” Francis smiled and puffed up his chest as if to say ‘look at me and how great I am’

  “Ah I see, well,” Paul started, “he seems like a great kid.”

  “Kid? The boy’s 16 years old. He’s nearly grown. What are you talking about kid?” Francis argued

  “My father and I are just about to head back to our home but I, we, would love it if you and Malcolm, would join us for some tea.” Cassandra tried to pacify Francis and the situation, “Maybe Malcolm could show me how he does his magic tricks?”

  “Don’t you know, girlie?” Francis crept close to Cassandra, enough that she could smell the ale on his breath, making both you and her father stiffen, “a magician must never share his secrets.” You watched as Cassandra’s father loosened his posture and dropped his shoulders, so you did the same

  “We’d still love the two of you to come for tea. Wouldn’t we father?” she turned to Paul, who you could see was trying to resist her charms

  “We wouldn’t want to impose” you tried to rescue him from the situation but it was clear he’d already been defeated by his daughter

  “Nonsense. We have tea ready to be enjoyed. The more the merrier!” He exclaimed and directly everyone to their nearby carriage. When the four of you arrived, Cassandra and her father exited the carriage first while Francis fell out of the side but you caught him before anyone could hear him and send the two of you away. While everyone enjoyed their tea, you could see Cassandra’s father getting annoyed with Francis and his increasing instability

  “So..” you started, trying to garner the attention away from him, “where are you from?”

  “A little town but it’s quite far from here,” Paul answered, stopping Cassandra from seemingly sharing anything, “I’m not even sure you’d know it.”

  “It is beautiful there though. We’re very lucky to live in such a wonderful place.” Cassandra added, smiling at you and Francis to keep everyone’s moods up. You locked eyes with hers, bright and inviting, for just a moment before she dropped her eyes as she sipped her tea; turning her head only when she heard a bell coming from outside.

  “I think that’s our cue,” Francis said, “it’s getting late, Malcolm. Charlotte and Marie are likely getting worried.” You nodded in response, gently setting down the tea cup and saucer on the table, Paul and Cassandra standing up to show you out. While Paul got the two of you situated in the carriage, telling the coachman of the location you needed to be let off at, Cassandra rushed out before you left.

  “It was nice to meet you both,” she curtsied, “I hope we’ll meet again.” She said as she stood straight again and you noticed that she had dropped something at your feet that neither her father or Francis caught sight of. When you picked it up, you realized it was a note for you; opening it up, you smiled at the cursive lettering that seem to glisten in gold, though no gold had been used.

  “Meet me in the square tomorrow.” The words read and you looked back at her as she stood beside her father, whose hands were crossed behind his back. You nodded to her as if to give her a positive response to her note and she smiled before dropping her eyes to the ground; an action her father was quick to realize from both parties, leading him to direct her back inside the stone house. The ride back was silent, the only noise coming from Francis’ laboured breaths, but you smiled at the thought of seeing Cassandra again.

[niyascribes]

princess diaries (2/3)

summary: when Ares escapes from depths Olympus and corrupts earth, the Avengers assemble and Thor brings the only princess that can stop him and Steve becomes infatuated with her.

info: steve rogers x black!reader, cursing, brat like reader

-masterlist| part one

You grip his arm “What did she say?” You grit through her teeth while your chest heaves rapidly. 

“Only that you’ll have plenty of sex until death. You are meant for each other, her words not mine.” He shrugged breaking out of your grip. You ignore the vulgarity of his words “ That’s impossible, I have a duty to my father's throne.” 

“No! You had a duty to your father's throne until he turned you into his lap dog.” Loki says his anger rolling to the surface. “Having you watch after children. Your father turned you a warrior, into a school teacher.” Loki held the anger you were supposed to have. Loki was right it was demeaning but it is your father, what were you supposed to do. So you stood there stale face and hurting heart. Loki sighs “You have so much to offer than teaching children maths. You’re a fighter. You shouldn’t be in a dress. You’re supposed to be clad in the most suitable armor. I don’t think it’s just.” He comforts me rubbing my arm. I brush him off still frowning. 

“I’m going back home today, father is worried.” You muttered emotionlessly running your hands through your hair. 

Loki lets out a breathy chuckle “You can’t run away from this from him.” He says matter-of-factly. He starts to walk again and you walk beside him. Your eyes give him a not so believable glance “I’m not running away.” 

“Sure you’re not.” 

You don’t know what it was but the atmosphere changed. From the heated conversation, you and Loki shared with more of a joyful and cherished mood. You watched as a beautiful wedding came into your view. A large fountain spewing water from the top. You almost let out a coo of endearment but realized what was happening.

“Loki release your hold off of me!” You demand becoming angered at his actions. You watch as the scene melts in front of you reviling the fountain without the ceremony blocking it. 

You turn to see the frustration on Loki’s face “I know you’ve always wanted one, but you never talked about it to me at least. For some reason, you suppress your emotion of love, because you felt like you had too but you don’t.” 

“But I do. I’m a weapon for war. I-I don’t have feelings, gods forbid love.” 

“I just want to see you happy.” Loki pouts. 

Your lips are practically in a snarl when you say “I am happy. Stop worrying so much about my happiness and find out why you have none.” 

And with a flash, you were gone. Vanished back home with your father. Loki walked back to the compound with a long face. No one paid no mind to him as he walked back to his room. Loki tried calling for you in his room screaming for your attention in his head, but you had blocked him off leaving him devastated. A knock startled him from his grieving. He swings the door open with a flick of his hand and in walks Steve. Steve wastes no time into stating why he’s here. 

“Where’s Y/n?” He asks almost breathlessly but stern his blond eyebrows smushing together.

Loki lets out a sigh and rubs his hands down his face “She went home.” He states blandly.  He looked over at Steve and saw the panic rush across his face “Don’t fret she’s coming back for battle. Her father was worried.” And with that sentence, Steve leaves causing Loki to be alone. —- “Father do you know what your son is doing?” You ask following behind him in a soft voice. 

His deep voice rumbles through the palace “Ah yes Heracles is off spar-”

“I’m talking about Ares,” 

You watched as your father's mood shifted as he stopped walking down the wide corridor. “Oh him.” His words dripped of malice. “I could care less about what he’s doing.” He says honestly and proudly as he continues walking. He really didn’t care about your brother his son it was sad “Well he’s planning an attack on my people.” You inform trying to keep up with your father's long legs. 

“No worries child I’ll have Hermes look into it. But I think some school children are missing their teacher Athena. They miss you.” He attempting to shoo you away with his words.

“But father-”

“No rebuttals, now run along Athena the kids are waiting.” ____ “Y/n has been gone for weeks. And we don’t know if she’s coming back. I think we shouldn’t put all our eggs in one basket.” Tony suggests but Steve’s not having it. “Approximately we have two weeks until Ares comes down and do whatever he does to New York-“ He’s cut off by Loki’s manic laughing. 

The point of interest in the room shifts to Loki who is having a laughing fit “The way you speak of her is outrageous, do you not trust the one that created you?” He asks as Pepper slides her way into the closed conference room. 

“Pepper please I’m in a meeting,” Tony says frustratedly 

Pepper is not put off by his attitude she lets a smirk fall on her face “You have a visitor.” She says before stepping from the door. 

In she walks her curly hair now straight, doused in gold and white armor with a shield clung to her arm. 

“We have twelve hours until he attacks. He saw I was gone and moved up his attack. I’ll take no questions, and sorry Captain I’m going to take the lead on this.” Y/n sends a smirk his way. He pursed his lips together and nods you could sense his attitudes. 

“Can we have the room?” Steve asks keeping his gaze on me. His stare is hard and you keep your eyes on his. The people leave out of the room but Loki decides to toy with you just a bit by saying 

“You must have found out.” a smirk falls on his face as he was the last one to walk out. 

“You left for two weeks no warning we were supposed to do this together,” Steve says harshly. 

You nodded rubbing your lips together “I know. I have no explanation for why I went home.”   

Steve is still a little angry “Home, you went home. For some cunning reason, I have a hunch that you don’t like it there.” Your face stayed solid. “Steve I came here to make amends, not to have assumptions made about me.” You say trying not to talk about your horrid birthplace.

Steve lets out a sigh “Fine but after all of this with your brother is over you owe me a conversation.” 

“Deal.”