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luke castellan x reader â percy jackson and the olympians
[fem!daughter of aphrodite reader]
summary: he fell first, you fell harder, and all at once.
warning: tooth-rotting fluff. literally i think thatâs it itâs just sickeningly cute
word count: 2.1k
(the luke brainrot is so real i wrote this at like 4am last night plsss)
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luke castellan thought you could have hung the stars in the sky. he wouldnât know any different, nor would he care to find out. in his mind, you were perfect. the most perfect, in fact.
there was one person that no one could hate at camp, and that was you. a friend to all whoâd have you, a sister to those who needed you, and whatever you were to luke.
not even you understood the nature of your relationship with him.
years of friendship slowly became changed, twisted, slightly more than youâd bargained for. it was a happy change. realising you were in love with luke castellan was an ever-continuous processâa little one day, a little more another. but for luke⌠gods, realising he was in love with you came as easy as breathing. every smile on your lips, every laugh, every surreptitious look across rooms set his heart aflame. fluttering, dancing, swirling.
it wasnât like you didnât love him. you did. you surely did. but time hadnât been kind to your heart and children of aphrodite have never been truly lucky in love. helping others achieve their loves was more common. more often than not, you and your siblings were happy with just that.
âanyone you got your eye on?â you asked one day as you sat with luke on the dock. your bare feet dangled into the water, toes just touching the cool surface.
âmaybe. maybe not. when are you leaving?â he avoided the question, gazing out at the water and squinting in the glare of the sun.
âtwo weeks. iâm staying for my birthday this year.â you looked over at him. âyou can tell me who it is, you know? i wonât laugh, i promise.â
he shot you an exasperated look. âwhat makes you think there is someone, princess?â
you lean over and nudge his arm teasingly, missing the blush on his face. âyouâve been distracted lately. quiet. you smile more though, and iâve seen you blushing. who is it?â
âmaybe iâm sick. what if iâm dying, y/n? then what? youâre assuming iâm in love when iâm actually dying?â
you raised your hands mockingly. âhey, youâre the one who mentioned love, pal. not me. ask yourself about that one.â
he rolled his eyes and elbowed you gently with a soft smile. his smiles were always soft, you realised. gentle and kindâtwo words youâd use to describe luke castellan any chance you got. you looked at him in the sunlight. and pretty, you thought. gentle, kind and pretty.
late nights were always for thinking.
youâd had trouble sleeping since you were a kid. not just the typical demigod issues with nightmares, but difficulty falling asleep in the first place. when those times struck, and the late hours before midnight slipped by, your thoughts wandered.
as always, your thoughts circled a few items; your family, your friends, then, always, luke.
he was separate to your friends, always had been. you didnât really know why.
gentle, kind and pretty, you recalled. it had been a few days since the lake and you hadnât been able to stop thinking about who he was in love with. was there some person out there at camp who held his heart, truly and deeply? why did your chest ache? were you having a heart attack?
you pressed your fingers to your pulse point in concern, then pulled them away after a few seconds. you were fine. why did you feel like that?
no one ever said children of aphrodite werenât oblivious to their own feelings.
time ticked by into the small hours of the morning, and still you couldnât find sleep.
you rolled out of bed and stepped into your slippers, pulling a fluffy robe around your body and stepping out into the warm night. the air was still and calm, a juxtaposition to your whirling mind as you crossed the camp, stepping down paths and stepping over tree roots in a manner youâd memorised from countless treks on similar nights.
the hermes cabin was always warmer than your own, but tonight the heat was almost stifling. you could feel the heat heavy in the air as you breathed, and sweat beaded on your lip as you crossed the cabin silently to lukeâs bed.
he was sleeping half sitting up, a colouring book and set of pencils splayed out on his lap. it was one youâd bought him for his birthday years ago. you had no idea he even used it.
quietly, you packed away the pencils and put them and the book on the side table. as you did, lukeâs eyes cracked open. he frowned.
ây/n? are you okay?â he rubbed his eyes, sitting up straight and stretching his neck.
âcanât sleep,â you whispered.
he nodded and pushed his sheets off. he pulled a sweatshirt on and led you out of the cabin.
this was normal for you both. if one couldnât sleep, youâd find the other and keep each other company until you felt you could rest. it was always nice knowing someone was there to talk to, or even just sit with. there was never resentment, never irritation from the other person. you would always come find each other. finding each other was like second nature to the two of you. you swore you could find luke in any situation, with your eyes closed, all your senses blotted out, by instinct and connection alone. you could find luke castellan without even a second thought.
you sat on the porch of the cabin with your legs hanging over the edge. lukeâs legs were crossed.
âwhat are we doing for your birthday?â he asked finally.
you shrugged. ânothing, probably. maybe iâll get some cake. i donât know.â
âyou didnât do anything last year,â he protested. âyou need to this year. itâs the big 18.â
âwe didnât do much for your eighteenth.â
he shrugged. âwe did more than nothing, though, pretty girl. come on, we have to do something.â
you shook your head. âyou wanna do something, you can plan it, pretty boy. i donât mind.â
he sighed dramatically, leaning back and lying down on the rough wood. âfine. i will.â
you laughed quietly and lay back next to him, staring up at the wooden overhang above you.
you could feel his body heat against your arm as it lay between you. he was like a furnace, honestly, always radiating heat. it was nice in winter, but oftentimes stifling in summer. this was not one of those times. instead, you revelled in the closeness between you and almostâselfishly, confusinglyâwished you were closer. maybe even close enough to touch.
your birthday was a quiet affair. your siblings wished you happy birthday and gave you a handful of small gifts, mostly beauty products and clothes that would fit you perfectly, even a cute bikini you put on under your clothes, and then you all went on with your day.
it was nice, honestly, getting well wishes but little attention. you needed no celebration or pizzazz, just friends, smiles and the occasional hug.
arms wrapped around your waist from behind. you yelped in shock and turned around, finding yourself face to face with luke. he had a bright smile on his face and a smudge of glitter on his cheek.
you reached up and ran your finger over it, trying gently to remove some to no avail. âyou have glitter.â
âi have glitter everywhere. i guess thatâs what you get for asking one of my siblings for wrapped paper.â he removed his arms from your waist to reveal a poorly wrapped gift in purple glittery paper.
you laughed, taking it. âiâm surprised you havenât got more of it on you.â
âoh, believe me, princess, i do.â he cringed, stepping back slightly. âhappy birthday.â
you smiled up at him and opened the present, ignoring the glitter sticking to your hands and the warmth in your chest and cheeks.
he thought you looked like the sun had come down to earth.
it was a colouring book and a set of pencils. you smiled widely and flipped through the pages, revealing beautiful art. âyou remembered i wanted one?â
âyeah, mostly because you kept stealing mine to colour in,â he teased. âbut of course i did.â
you reached out and hugged him. âthank you, luke!â
âcome on,â he pulled back and took your hand. âpresent isnât done yet.â
âwhat have you planned?â you groaned half-heartedly as he pulled you through camp, jogging slightly to keep up with his long strides.
âdonât sound so scared, princess, itâs a good thing. i promise.â
you just sighed with a smile and let him lead you to the dock.
there was a small basket at the end of it.
you gasped excitedly. âluke, youâŚâ
âhappy birthday, y/n.â he sat down and pulled you gently down to sit next to him. he opened the the picnic basket and handed you a sandwich and a mini juice box with a bashful grin. âi wouldâve sprung for coke but mr d. has a monopoly on the stuff around here.â
you laughed slightly and began eating, sitting cross-legged and looking out at the lake. the sun beat down on your back and your entire body felt warm. you suddenly werenât sure how much of that warmth was from the sun, and how much of it was from love.
love.
whoa.
you froze with your juice box halfway to your lips.
luke looked over at you. âyou okay?â
you nodded slowly, eyes wide, and set down your juice and sandwich. âi wanna swim.â
he frowned. âokay? now?â
you nodded and stood up. you were wearing your new bikini anyway, so you just pulled your shirt over your head and dropped your shorts next to it. âyou coming?â
his eyes were slightly wide, but he nodded and stood up, setting his food down too and removing his over clothes.
you sat down on the dock and slid into the water. it was cold, but more refreshing than shocking. you swam out a few paces as luke jumped in directly, the splash hitting you.
âluke!â you gasped as he surfaced.
he just laughed. âsorry, princess. youâre in the water anyway.â
you pouted at him, but couldnât stay mad, instead, you watched him as he floated a few feet from you.
he looked confused. âare you okay? was it the sandwich?â
you shook your head. âthe sandwich was fine. iâm justâŚâ you pursed your lips and swam slightly closer. âwas it me?â
he frowned even deeper. âwas what you?â
âwhen i asked you the other day, you said you were in love with someone. was it me?â
you felt a little bad for putting him on the spot as he looked away, abashed, but when he looked back at you, eyes strong and jaw set, and said, âyes,â you didnât regret a thing.
âwhy?â you asked before you could stop yourself.
âwhy not?â he shrugged. âwhy does the sun shine? why does the wind blow? just because thatâs the way things are. and i guess⌠yeah, me being in love with you is the way it is.â
you were silent for a moment, a small smile on your face. âwell, thatâs good then. iâm not sure how long this has actually been a thing, luke castellan, but i guess that me being in love with you is also⌠just the way it is.â
he swam slightly closer, a smile breaking across his face. gentle, kind, pretty. âyeah?â
âyeah, pretty boy. now kiss me. itâs my birthday, after all.â
âyes maâam,â he grinned. one of his hands slid around your waist, warm as ever in the cold water, and he pulled you closer to him. he savoured the moment for a beat, just studying your face, memorising the look in your eyes, the sun on your skin and the soft smile on your lips. then he pressed his lips to yours.
you finally understood what people meant when they said âfireworksâ. they were right. kissing luke was like playing with fire or dancing in the rain, or watching christmas lights twinkle. it was exhilarating, sweet and safe all at the same time; pure and honest love. and he was one damn good kisser.
when he pulled away you were out of breath, treading water still. you swam backwards, pulling him with you by the hand on the back of his neck until you were in the cool shade of the dock, using it to keep you afloat. it was much colder under there, but at least now you had him to keep you warm.
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Would you be comfortable writing some courting headcanons for the primarchs?? Thank you!!
Author's note: Here you go, they're sort of random but I hope you enjoy them.
Warnings: Fem!Reader for some like Lionâel because of words like Legion Mother, A few very slightly lewd remarks
Fulgrim:
The primarch who out of all has most devoted himself to things like the arts is nothing short of overwhelming, when he first expressed his desire for you. Flowers, paintings, clothing, food, whatever it is you enjoy, all of it gets gifted to you with no small amount of theatrics. Though thankfully, Fulgrim knows when to turn it down a bit, and you can enjoy his company. Even then however he is still very intense, kisses on the hand, the lips, and gentle caresses abound as he woos you with his silver tongue. His legion is also one of the few who at the start know about Fulgrim's intentions, and actually takes it decently well. Far better than other legions, when finding out their Primarch is indulging in romance. You are the socialite, the shining star in a room and the talk of everyone there, and Fulgrim will have it no other way. But as much as he does all this, he finds it cute if youâre shy or nervous about it. Shyness isnât in his dna, so he finds it very adorable. You often get purfumed, hand written letters when he is away. Fulgrim has quite the way with words, and many of them youâre glad the one who reads them are him and you.
Perturabo:
He might be a petulant manchild at times, but when the mood strikes him Perturabo can be a bit softer. It helps that you're one of the few people he trusts, now that the two of you are so close. Though it may often be more trouble than it's worth, with how often his mood changes. Perturabo can go from lavishing you with Olympian clothes to sulking in his workshop for hours if not days, leaving you to eventually wander down there and find him, and bring him out of his petulant sulk. A gentle hand on his own, asking if he can explain to you what heâs working on tends to help. Perturabo also becomes very possessive of you, not long after he starts courting you. If Dorn, Sanguinius or Lorgar so much as look at you the wrong way, he's more than ready for a fight. He has one person in his life who hasnât wronged him, who actually respects him, and he isnât losing that. Those softer moments with him as he speaks of his plans for amphitheaters and bathhouses while you lay in his arms are worth it, however.
Lionâel Jonson:
Lion'el is, complicated. Part of him wonders how he even got here, something as frivolous as romance was never a significant part of his mind. But here he is. He canât complain, as heâs become so used to you now that often times, his nose wrinkles anytime heâs away and casts sight on an empty bed. He doesnât say anything about it, however. Part of him laments he isn't able to give you rides on horseback, as he's far outgrown the horses he rode in his younger years. Though he can walk beside you, even if his men think it's demeaning of his position. Is painfully blunt about some things, and extremely obtuse about others. He wishes to marry you? Blunt. You get a military parade dedicated to showing the galaxy the Dark Angels new Legion Mother with no warning. He wishes for you to wear the colors of his legion and match him so when you arrive on Terra everyone knows who you are with? Vague and obtuse, he will grunt about every option until you choose the one he likes.
Rogal Dorn:
As with all parts of his life, he's extremely stoic and at first, you don't think anything's changed. He's the type that listens to the things you talk about, and silently gives them to you. For instance as a newcomer to Inwit it's incredibly cold, but your current dress just doesn't cut it for the harsh wind and un-acclimated body. You find a new one on your bed three days later made perfect and exactly how you like it, but Dorn says nothing about it. Those few late night moments alone when he brings you into his office, and you sit at his desk while he works are some of his favorite. Dorn gets to feel you safe in his arms, and while heâll never say it out loud, he is overwhelmed in his love for you. Does not tell any of his fellow primarchs about you. The day they realize Dorn has a beloved is a stressful one, theyâre all sneaking around trying to get information about you, and Dorn almost has to lock you in his quarters and shoo them all away. Is surprising talkative in written word. His letters or anything else tend to be very long, talking about the ins and outs of his legion, and their current progress. Youâve never heard him talk half that much in person, itâs sweet. Though once in a while those letters can get a bit salacious; And Dorn is nothing if not detailed.
Leman Russ:
This man's declaration that he wanted to court you was as brash and blunt as he is. You're pretty sure he was half way into sleeping with how drunk he was at the time, a massive hand on your shoulder as he smiles with a red face. Granted when he sobered up he was far more, romantic about it. By his standards. He still stunk of mjød, but at least he held your hand. From that moment on however Russ isn't a man shy of showing off, and wastes no opportunity to plop you in his lap and give you a kiss, pick you up off the ground, or say something far too inappropriate for the current locale. Whether it's day two or day two hundred, he finds keeping himself off of you too much trouble. Heâs the type to make others turn away with how overt his affection is. Every one of his kisses and hugs feel like heâs treating it as the last one heâll ever do. Loves when you comb and braid his hair. It takes awhile and he has no patience for it, but he enjoys when you do it.
Ferrus Manus:
As a recurring theme with all of these, Ferrus finds it a bit hard to show how he feels. While he has moments where he cracks a smile, often times heâs largely stoic. As such, he never really asked you to be with him, it was something that simply progressed overtime. He doesnât invite you into his quarters and his bed if you arenât his beloved, he assumes it wouldnât take a genius to figure that out. Late night workshop time is a must. Ferrus can spend days in there with no issue, and oftentimes you have to come and climb into his lap if you want any time with him at all. He doesnât mind as as long as youâre quiet; Though over time heâs begun to enjoy explaining his plans to you if you arenât asleep. If you are asleep, sometimes he gets a bit emotional and talks or thinks to himself. He never thought heâd have someone like you when he lived on Medusa, he just needed to survive. Is actually somewhat hesitant when you first are together. Ferrus is well aware of his size (both out and in the bedroom, or any other local where he deems sex a daring and intriguing idea), and often tries to be quite gentle. It took a bit of coaxing to finally treat you like you werenât made of glass. You get surprise gifts from Fulgrim at times. Some are sweet; Some are⌠Theyâre hidden until Ferrus returns from where ever heâs currently away to at the time and you can surprise him.
Horus:
The same as Fulgrim; Excessive and grandiose, but unlike Fulgrim, there's a tad more subtlety to it. But only a tad. Horus still is eager to show off the love of his life (and so much more that heâs kept just in his head shh), but heâs aware that sometimes you require a bit more subtlety. For a primarch, heâs quite the romantic. Though thereâs only so much you can do when you have thousands of gene-sons waiting on orders and donât exactly get why their primarch is holding your tiny hand and helping you walk down the thunderhawkâs ramp. You can do it yourself, they think. He can also be quite a bit grandiose in the theoretical sense. Horus seems to have your entire future together planned, and heâll speak it to you during very late nights with stars in his eyes. To marry you, to bring you into his legion as the mother of his gene-sons, to give you your own child one day. Heâs more than a bit overwhelming, but it helps heâs so charismatic.
Angron:
I... I hope you're patient. Angron isnât one that is fond of things like romance. For multiple reasons. One being that it brings him pain because of the Nails, and the other being that in many ways, he doesnât feel like he deserves it. Heâs a slave, heâs a monster, heâs a man who failed his people, men like him donât get to have someone like you. But you stay anyways despite the fear of him loosing control of the Nails, and eventually Angron supposes that thereâs more annoying people to have around. Heâs far more applicable to this in his early days. The Nails havenât degraded his mental state yet, and his legion is still fresh faced and eager to prove their worth. If Angron accepts you, they will as well then. The downside is that many of the primarchs worry about Angronâs relationship and subsequent attachment to you, and the danger it brings. Some for your safety, but mostly for the fact that now that Angron is so deeply attached, if something were to happen to you it would well be within the possibility that Angron would completely loose control of the Nails, and become an unstoppable threat that would have to be put down. On the other hand, it seems that you can calm him down a bit, as much as the Nails will allow, something that not many are able to do. A double edged sword, your love is to him. Often times you have to restrain him during anything, strenuous. Itâs for your own safety, though it seems like Angron doesnât hate it either.
Roboute Guilliman:
The most traditional out of them all. He follows the 'rules' so strictly you have wonder if he's following some sort of manuscript. Your relationship progresses at a very methodical pace, which is a bit odd but you find it oddly sweet he puts so much thought into it. He does little more than hold your hand, kisses and anything heavier are strictly private; If it wasn't for the longing, puppy dog look in his eyes, no one would guess you two were anything more. He's not overt about it like Horus or Fulgrim, but you are still absolutely smothered in gifts. From jewelry to clothing to weird purfumes he's been gifted by high lords attempting to earn his favor through you (Guilliman has made it very obvious that he's not the type to be swayed by gifts but they hope you are and will put in a good word with your beloved), you quickly find yourself constantly or the receiving end of some sort of lavish gift. Roboute is very much in love, it's just hard for him to admit it. As you come to understand his own little love language is the day he's a very happy man. On a bonus note: It is very easy to get this man to completely melt for you. If itâs been a stressful time for him and heâs stressed, giving him a bit of a hand will make him a bit bashful, but overwhelmingly thankful.
Sanguinus:
As kind as he is beautiful, Sanguinius is one of the more heartfelt ones around. Romance abound, the angel and you are the textbook example of star crossed lovers the moment he proposes courtship to you. It almost makes some of the primarchs jealous at how incredibly perfect your love for each other is, like your feet donât touch the ground He loves to pick you up and give you a hug or a kiss, wrapping you in his wings. He always says it's just so you feel safer, but he also likes the bit of privacy, hiding you from the worlds in his arms. You also enjoy playing with his wings when youâre in private, as theyâre quite sensitive. A side note; He thinks it's cute that you use his fallen feathers as bookmarks and quills, and he now gifts you a few of his fallen primary feathers every now and again for you to use. Youâll know about the Red Thirst eventually when youâre with him. Sanguinius wonât ever ask for assistance, but if you were to offer a bit of blood? Heâs incredibly careful, but the blood of his lover is nothing short of ambrosia and he will dutifully treat you afterward for sating his appetite.
Jaghatai Khan:
As one of the more reasonable primarchs, Jaghatai is a steal to have as your lover. Heâs personable and kind, and funny to boot. He enjoys making you laugh, something his sons have picked up on. Sometimes theyâll tease you (or more likely unsuspecting commissars) when youâre in their company. If he's not able to hold your hand, he'll have a hand on your shoulder or back, always close to you whenever you're both together. Heâs extremely dedicated to Chogoris, and itâs incredibly important to him that you adopt some of the culture he grew up in. You donât have to, but it would make Jagahatai an extremely proud man if you attempted to understand Chogoran. Heâs also private; His fellow primarchs donât even know of your existence let alone close relation to him until youâre well into your romance, and Jaghatai has thoughts for no one else but you.
Konrad Curze:
Konradâs romance is as toxic as he is. But at the same time, itâs like a drug you canât get enough of. Because youâre fucking terrified of him, but the man is obsessed with you. Not many of the other primarchs understand the soul crushing, teeth grinding obsession Konrad has for you. Heâs willing to fall to his knees and submit to you as long as you tell him you love him, and that he's worth more alive. But if you tell him you donât?⌠You donât want to tell him you donât. Konrad is painful. He holds your hand too tight, kisses you too rough, bites you too hard. He doesnât mean it, you donât think at least some of the time, but heâs so caught in this obsession with someone trying to save him that his martyr complex melts away for a bit and heâs this self-loathing, sad excuse of a man. You almost pity him as much as you love him. Making him happy has become an arduous journey for you. Is the exact opposite of the others in wanting to show you off. Youâre hidden for ages, until the primarchs realize Konrad has someone at his side. They worry, but they know separating him from you would cause more harm than good, and you keep Konradâs emotions a bit more in check. And in the eyes of a few individuals, your safety serves as a good threat to keep Konrad and his unhinged legion on a leash and working towards a desired goal. A note; Konrad is surprisingly selfless in regard to more intimate matters. And he likes to bite. Your thighs donât get much reprieve from him.
Vulkan:
Sweet as sugar, no one is as good at a proper declaration of love or desire to romance like Vulkan is. No matter how much it breaks his back heâll always hold your hand, give you a kiss, or pick you up to bring you with him across the Flamewrought or the Terran palace. Besides perhaps Sanguinius and Lorgar, no one is as star-crossed in love with you as Vulkan is.
Heâll do anything for you, if you just ask. He often paraphrases that he would shield you from any threat, but sometimes you fear heâd do it literally. Less seriously he loves to gift you various things, your favorite being a necklace. You never thought heâd be able to work at such a small level, but Vulkan is nothing if not skilled. He got quite the reward the evening he gifted it to you.
Is one of the quicker ones to get serious. Talks of marrying you, writing you down in the history of his legion as their Legion Mother, Vulkan is quite eager to tie himself to you, and you to him.
Corvus Corax:
Corvus is private, and also quite slow to trust. Even slower to admit he likes someone, let alone enough to express that heâs in love with them. Many moments with him are often spent in his private quarters or somewhere else alone, where only you have eyes on him.
Is one of the few primarchs conscious of the fact that he isnât really meant to exist, and that heâs forcing it by being with you. Your body often bruises and aches if he isnât careful with you, and it secretly pains him that the one person he loves is so easy for him to hurt. Finding out about this feeling he has swiftly turns you into a mess of reassurances that quickly overwhelm poor Corvus, and while he still feels it at times, he appreciate you trying to soothe him.
Loves to write you letters. He feels like it means more to put the effort into handwriting, and when you send him one back, itâs like he can feel your touch on the paper. One time you left a lipstick kiss on the parchment and the man was insufferable that evening from how pent up he was, unbeknownst to you millions of miles away. You paid for that transgression dearly one he returned.
Lorgar Aurelian:
Lorgar is yet another primarch who is sweet as sugar. He also has quite the way with words, though unlike Horus and Fulgrim, it isnât intentional. Heâs just very passionate and verbose. Is also very touchy. Loves to pick you up and kiss you, show you off to others. Heâs so stupidly in love and everyone around him is almost annoyed by it. He just loves his tiny little goddess so much, you bring him light he didnât know he needed. Lorgar is also very affected by his religious trauma. His self flagellation both emotional and literal has always been an issue. Youâve had nights where youâve put ice on his back after he whipped himself bloody, crying over his wounds. If it isnât bad he encourages you to not weep over him, and if itâs worse he often times is beating himself up over worrying you. Being with him is stressful emotionally, to say the least. In another path, he often time beats himself up over the idea of corrupting you with sinful thoughts. Though that doesnât really stop him, especially if he comes to his quarters one evening seeing you wearing all white draped across his bed. Lorgar will sin alright, but he does it while speaking prayers to save his own soul as he worships you. Heâs one of the quickest Primarchs to want to marry you, to make you his own and to bring you closer and closer to his side.
Mortarion:
Mortarion isnât an easy one to love. He doesnât really consider the emotion valuable until one day he suddenly realizes that you mean something to him, more than just another baseline human does. Like Ferrus in that he never does the official courtship nonsense, and just upgrades your relationship in his head overtime. Someone who isnât his lover doesnât spend hours in the Pale Kingâs study watching him work, keeping one of his hands in their lap while he uses the other. Is a bit of a pushover in some ways, and takes his self loathing a bit too far sometimes. Youâve learned that sometimes he needs you to kiss him and tell him you love him more than anything else, to get him to stop sulking. Everyone is extremely surprised he found sometime. Let alone someone so personable. Fulgrim jokes that Mortarion should just send you instead of himself to Terra when the primarchs meet up to discuss things, as youâre easier to deal with. Mortarion hates when things like that are said, and heâll hide you from the world obsessively for awhile after. He loves you, but sometimes for him love and possess get intertwined in his head when he thinks for you.
Magnus the Red:
Isnât the worst beloved to have, but he has his quirks. He can be a bit stuffy at times, and often times forgets that relationships needs nurturing to grow. Magnus often times gets stuck in his own head and forgets everyone around him, including you. Loves to show off his warp magic to you, especially if you show literally any interest at all. Heâs so used to everyone fearing it, fearing him, hating psykers no matter what, that any interest by you gives him hearts in his eyes. Youâll be up all night listening to him read you tomes. Which you donât mind, it often helps you fall asleep. Since Magnus can change his size, he knows exactly how to make your squirm. You know youâre in for a wild ride when your beloved becomes bigger than Ferrus and starts taking off his armor.
AlphariusOmegon:
The twins are complicated. Given the primarchs consider you only Alphariusâ beloved, you spend more time with him than Omegon. As such, sometimes Omegon can get a bit possessive whenever you two are together. You donât entirely blame Omegon for it; His other half is the one holding your hand and showing you off, joking about marrying you to his fellow primarchs. As such, those topics tend to be a minefield in your weird little relationship. They often use you to get information about the other Primarchs. It seems your smaller stature makes them almost seem like you're less of a threat, and get a bit more talkative around you than they are around whatever twin is currently frontfacing. You hate when they ask this of you, but you have no power to refuse them. As the twins are extremely meticulous and through, they've been careful to not show anyone how in love with you they really are. If they how just how much Alpharius loves you, it would be easy for you to be used against them. So affection is limited, and they put up an aura that you're not much more than an arm piece when in view of others. They eagerly make sure to show you this isn't the case in private, however.
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I have returned for the 400 followers event and humbly request for an x gn reader
Fandom: PJO
Format: One shot
Character: Grover underwood or Annabeth chase
Plot/Prompt?: Reader who is a monster, but is docile and when (character) encounters them, they think the reader is going to harm a demigod they're near in a school
(Idk if that made sense but you can avoid the plot and just have the prompt of monster reader)
- PJO asker
VIBES â annabeth chase
TROPES: crack, pining
PAIRING(S): book!annabeth chase x gn!monster!reader
UNIVERSE: canon-divergent
WARNING(S): swearing, can be read as platonic, reader has sharp teeth
A/N: i wasnât entirely sure what kind of monster to make reader, so i left it as ambiguous as possible
IT WAS NEARING the end of the day when Annabeth looked out her classroom window.
Sheâs grown accustomed to the sight of monsters whenever she was simply attending to daily tasks, but the sight of a monster laying under a tree comfortably wasnât one of them.
Normally she would pay no more attention than needed to the monster as school was about to end and she could easily take care of it, but this was around the third time she's seen this specific monster.
How could she tell?
Well, when she looked away from the window and continued to scribble down some more math equations into her notebook and looked back, it seemed that there was only another student on their break period.
A very familiar student, that she's seen a multitude of times. Like sitting outside an ice cream parlor, petting a nearby stray cat, and very ominously sitting on a swing set late at night in a park.
Monsters didn't have the ability to change their appearances that the mist showed, so it was obvious that it was the same monster.
Annabeth impatiently tapped her pencil against the desk in thought, wanting the day to end already so she can go deal with the monster outside. Her thoughts were no longer preoccupied on how to solve the equations on the board, but why the monster was behaving the way it was.
Usually monsters didn't have the intellect to bide their time or have any regards to the nearby surroundings, so why was this one just sitting there?
It could possibly be that they did in fact have the brains to observe her every move and study her, but then why would they choose to attack her in an extremely public setting?
Thinking about it just asked more questions than answered, which isn't what she wanted at all.
Silently sighing to herself, she just continues to try and solve the written problems in front of her as a means to distract her mind.
Clicking her mechanical pencil once, a voice interrupts the silence.
"The bells about to ring, so whatever you didn't finish in class will be homework."
Sighing outwardly, she begins to pack up all of her things into her backpack like the rest of her peers. Looking back out the window, she sees that the monsters position hadn't changed one bit and narrows her eyes in thought.
Thankfully, the rest of the class was busy conversing with each other or on their phones while the teacher didn't care enough about what she was about to do.
Cracking open the door, she looks both ways and walks out of the classroom. She could hear calls from inside the class but pays them no mind, her concerns and mind were elsewhere.
Stepping down the last step, the bell rings and she's the first one out of the building, making a beeline to the monsters direction.
Slipping a hand into her pocket, she grips the handle of her knife knowing what she's dealing with.
However, she did in fact not know what she was dealing with.
Hearing the sound of footsteps in your direction, you slightly open your eye to see who was approaching. Inhaling slightly, you could automatically recognize that it was a demigod, a daughter of one of the olympians no less due to the powerful aura surrounding her.
Observing the nonchalance of the "student" in front of her, she stares down at them, trying to figure out how to first start up a conversation with them.
"So, you come here often?"
Nailed it.
"Nah, just came here for the food," you lazily reply, tired eyes staring back up at the girl in front of you.
Eyes widening at your choice of wording, Annabeth speaks up again, "Food?"
"Yeah, the cafeteria here is shit though. Took a bag of apple slices and saw that they were expired," you yawned, unintentionally showing off your sharp teeth to the demigod.
Grey eyes stared at them intently, not bothering to soften her word choice, "I thought you were going to talk about demigods."
"Nah, I'm just vibin' man," you shake your head.
She pauses for a second, "Vibing?â
"Yup," you nonchalantly nod.
"How am I supposed to know you're telling the truth? How do I trust that you aren't actually here to attempt to attack me?" she takes a defensive step back.
Humming in thought, you reply, "I would've done so already, simple. If you want me to go I will, no hard feelings. I understand your perspective on things right now."
"So, just like that? You're just going to leave if I asked you to?" Annabeth asked incredulously.
"I ain't tryin' to mess up anyone's vibe," you simply state, standing up from under the tree, dusting off any dirt left on you.
"What's the catch?" she deadpans.
"No catch. No deal," you shrug.
Looking you up and down she scoffs, "That's hard to believe."
"Well, maybe it could be a deal," you trail off.
Stiffening up, she tightens the grip on her blade, "What's the deal?"
"Are you a child of Athena, by chance?" you inquire.
Hesitating for a second, she responds, "Yes, what about it?"
"What's your name?"
"What?" she furrows her brows, trying to decipher what you were trying to get at.
"Your name, I wanna know what it is," you explain, but not in a menacing way, more so casually. As if you were actually a new student trying to make a new friend.
"...Annabeth."
"Annabeth," you trail off, "Oh! The architect of Olympus?â
"Yeah, what about it?" she asks, not prepared for your sudden interest in her reputation.
"Nothin,' just thought that that was cool," you explain, beginning to walk away from her.
"Where are you going?" she inquires, shocked at your sudden actions, "What about the deal you wanted to make?"
Looking over your shoulder back to her, "That was the deal. I just wanted to know your name."
A/N: women.
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AU were Zeus gives Eurylochus the choice Odysseus's life or the lives of himself and the crew.
This idea entered my brain dis-morning and wouldn't leave my brain, so instead of all my other wip or homework I should be doing I decided to write this while I'm at work.
I might do more in this universe. Feel free to ask me about the Au.
Warnings: rapid decay of a character's health, character death (off screen)
Ithaca faded from Athena's senses. Instead she know was wrapped in her Quick Thought standing on an hour glass as time steadily clicked forward.
It's been ten years since Athena had seen Odysseus. She remembered him exactly as he was then. His rage was clear, their was a heaviness on his shoulders that had steadily increased ever since he went to war, and grief from the men he had lost. There was also a sadness and a look of betrayal as she lectured him about his stupid actions.
Athena now knew that she went about it all wrong. She should have told him that the cyclops is Poseidon's son and that if he is left alive he will send his father after them. Now it was too late for that, as for all Athena's powers she can't change the past. Now though she has a chance to help her friends and she is going to take it.
"Odysseus," Athena said.
She then jumped off the hour glass diving to the other side so she may be able to peer into his past.
Odysseus stood there on Aeolus's island. In his hands was a simple bag. He looked a little battered but not any worse for wear.
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer," Aeolus giggled.
The scene shifted. Now Odysseus stood on the deck. Poseidon was before the ship elevated by a water spout. There was a gleam in his eyes that promised pain.
Odysseus looked exhausted, there were dark circles underneath his eyes. There was fear in his eyes and also horror. Clutched to his chest was the same bad that he had on Aeolus's island only now it was slightly deflated.
"Ruthlessness is mercy upon oursel-" Poseidon's words got cut off in a rush of wind that changed the scene.
Odysseus now stood in an elegant room battling the imprisoned daughter of Helios, Circe.
Circe's eyes glowed gold with her magic and divine birth. With her magic she created a chimera that stood in front of Circe.
The way that Odysseus looked sent shivers down Athena's spine. He still had the dark eye bags beneath his eyes and looked disheveled but he doesn't look actually tired. His vein's glowed white under the power of the Molly that he had eaten likely what was filling him with energy. Odysseus had his sword drawn pointed at Circe and behind him stood a large cyclops glowing white from the magic of the molly.
"One wrong move and you're done for, anything I-" Circe was cut off by the scene changing again.
This scene was slightly fuzzy around the edges. This was due to Odysseus being in Hades' domain and outside the sight of the Olympian gods. She could still make out Odysseus standing in front of a cloaked shade that seemed to be feeding off of blood.
Odysseus's eyes were bloodshot and still had dark circles underneath them.
"Song of past romance, I see the-" the shade started.
The scene changes were getting faster. Clearly these events were happening back to back.
Odysseus and his men stood on the deck of the ship clearly back to the realm of the living. They each had their weapons drawn. In the center of the deck laid a pile of five sirens. Each of them on the top part took the image of some of the crews wives or lovers including Penelope, the bottom half though was a tail revealing these women as monsters.
Odysseus's skin had taken on a sickly hue. His eyes still had bags and bloodshot. The men around him charged forward at the sirens.
"We won't take more suffering from you," Odysseus's crew said.
The scene changed this one was covered in shadows. Athena couldn't make out much details with Odysseus as the six torches were behind him. Though she could make out in the light that Odysseus was shaking slightly despite his grip on the rails of the ship and his complexion seemed to remain pale. She could see that Odysseus's blood shot eyes were focused on the water in front of them filled with pain and determination.
Then Scylla rose up from the water. Her heads attacking each of the men with the torches slowly snuffing out their lights.
"Drown in your sorrow and fears," Scylla sang.
The scene changed again. They were on the ship but a storm was over them with lightning frequently flashing. Her father hovered above the ship facing Odysseus's second in command Eurylochus.
Athena gasped at how awful Odysseus looked. It was clear that he had lost some weight likely due to malnourishment. His skin was still pale with his eyes still bloodshot with bags underneath him. On his side were hazardously tied bandages that were stained red and had puss from an ill treated wound. He was tied to the mast of the ship and that was clearly the only thing keeping Odysseus from crumbling to the ground.
"Eurylochus," Odysseus pleaded. His voice barely carried over the sound of the storm and the waves it was so weak.
"I have to save them, Ody," Eurylochus said.
He didn't look at his captain. He only kept his eyes on Zeus. He pointed over at Odysseus. Dread filled Athena at the action.
Resignation filled Odysseus's face. Her father gathered a yellow lightning bolt in his hands.
"Please, Eury, âŚ"
Athena screamed. This shattered the hour glass causing sand and shards of glass to spray around her mind.
Athena collapsed onto her knees sobbing. She couldn't watch anymore certainly not with no ability to change anything. Seven years, he has been dead now and Athena knew nothing. She could have saved him so many times, but she didn't.
Now Odysseus has a watery grave and his family knows nothing of it. His son will have to fight tooth and nail to try and pry his birth right from his mother's suitors. Penelope will be forced to remarry.
Athena pushed down her grief and guilt. There was nothing she can do to fix this. She stood back up and repaired her realm. There were some shades of red that colored the background but she paid those no mind. She can't fix the past but she can bring at least one of his killers to justice.
"Odysseus, I swear to you that I will make Eurylochus of Same pay for his choice."
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Luke Castellan (Part 2)
Each day, his forces grow a little stronger, demigods joining them from all over the country, even Camp Half-Blood.
It's time.
Already ? It's only been one year.
He's in his office, seated next to a golden coffin that grows more visible every time a demigod pledge themselves to Kronos.
Our army is strong and with Jackson on his father's side, we need another piece in the game.
He stays silent, reaching for a piece on the chessboard on front of him.
Would it really work ?
Will it bring her back ?
Yes, the Golden Fleece is a powerful artefact.
They why didn't Chiron, or even Dionysus, ever told him ?
He would have went on that quest without hesitation, he would have saved her !
I feel your anger rising, good. Remember, Chiron, Dionysus and all the other gods don't care about you. With her dead, they thought they could avoid the Great Prophecy.
He clenches the piece in his hand, his familiar hatred boiling in him again.
They had killed her, valued her as a defective object that needed to put down.
I shall inform our spy at Camp to proceed.
If Silena didn't change her old calendar, she should be horse riding now.
"Silena, do you copy ?" He asks her through the charm bracelet.
"Hi Luke."
As always, the daughter of Aphrodite have this sweet voice, one that could work on many guys but Luke couldn't be more indifferent to it.
Silena Beauregard is not his type of girl but he can't risk having her offended by a rejection.
"Hey Lena, I need you to do me a favor."
"Of course ! Anything you need." Comes back the answer, cheerful and hopeful.
"The poison Lila gave to you last time you two met ? Use it on the target."
"Oh, okay." She sounds disappointed but frankly, she should know better than expect him to like her, daughter of Aphrodite and all that. "Are you sure you want to do this ?"
"Of course I'm sure," he frowns, "why are you asking ?"
"It's going to hurt her Luke, deeply. It's like she'll die again."
"She isn't going to die" he snaps at Silena, voice cold and harsh, "a quest will be issued to save her. Now go do your job and stop questioning my orders !"
He abruptly cuts contact, not caring about how it might affect Silena.
He looks at the piece in his hand.
Kronos wants a new pawn to balance the careful game they are playing.
"Castellan," an empousa barges in, "Torrington is asking for you on deck, he needs you to teach the soldiers a manoeuvre."
"Tell them I'm coming Kelli."
She nods, promptly leaving him alone.
He gets up, puts some light armor before gripping Backbiter and getting out of the office.
On the table, away from the chessboard and its pieces, stands the dark queen, as proud as the girl she represents.
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He dreams of her, of the pine's leaves slowly turning gray, the bark rotting and falling on the ground.
He wonders if she can feel it.
(When he faces her again, on a mountain top surrounded by ruins, he'll know that he made her suffer.)
As expected, Chiron is fired and Tantalus takes over the leadership.
Luke thinks he knows why Kronos chose him. Indeed, they seem to share the same culinary taste.
"How long until the poison kills the tree ?" He asks Alabaster who created it.
"One week, depends on what cure they will administrate it." The son of Hecate shrugs, clearly unconcerned with Thalia's fate. "Don't worry Luke, they should make it time."
"They better," he mumbles under his breath, "if Thalia dies, there is no way for me to convince Annabeth to join us."
"About that," Alabaster fidgets, "Are you sure she'll want to join ? She seems pretty loyal to the Olympians."
"When Thalia joins us, she will too." Luke assures his second in command, "why don't you go find Ethan ? Last time I heard he was still pining over you, looking at you with awe in his single eye."
He snickers slightly when his friend's face turns red, promptly leaving to find the son of Nemesis.
"This is a waste of time," Kelli scoffs from the corner of the room, "why aren't we sending our own forces to get the Fleece ? It would be a lot more productive."
"Because" he glares at the monster who languidly gets closer to him, "they need to ultimately have the Fleece and they are not going to accept it as a gift from us. Hence, they need to find it by their own."
"If you say so, Castellan." Kelli sighs, seating on his armchair, "the girl you keep talking about, Talia or-"
"Thalia" he corrects her, slightly uncomfortable with her proximity.
"That," Kelli narrows her eyes on him, her talons tracing lines on his shoulder and arm," what does she mean to you ?"
"She's a dear friend," he quickly gets out of the chair, earning himself a scowl, "and a powerful ally to have."
"I'm sure she would make quite a feast," Kelli smiles, "Zeus' blood is always so delicious-"
"Don't kid yourself" Luke cuts her off curtly, "you don't stand a chance against Thalia."
"Is that so ?" she hisses, "then maybe I should pay her visit when she's done housing birds and squirrels, to see her worth."
With the speed of a son of Hermes, Luke unsheathes Backbiter and furiously slashes at Kelli but she jumps out of the chair and the only thing damaged is now his furniture.
"Thalia is an essential person in our plan, do you want me to tell our Lord that you wish to harm her ?" He snarls, pulling off his sword from the wood.
"Oh, now" Kelli chuckles nervously, "there's no need for such rash action, I have no intention to go near the daughter of Zeus."
"Good," he says firmly, "now get out, I have work to do."
She hisses at him, hair burning a bright orange but nonetheless hobbles her way out, the sound of her bronze leg hitting the ground echoing in the corridor.
He forces himself to breathe, to squash down his fury against that damned empousa.
His charm bracelet heating up, the signal Silena is trying to contact him, distract him from his insider turmoil.
"Silena," he says rather irritably, "Lila is in charge of receiving your infos, I have enough work to do."
"I thought you would have wanted to hear this but fine, I'll just transmit to Lila and she can tell you." The daughter of Aphrodite says with a snappy voice.
"Wait," he calls to her," what it is ? I'm not busy right now."
A lie since he has to prepare a meeting concerning their sponsors but he is curious about what is so important.
"Clarisse got a quest and she's leaving first thing tomorrow morning to retrieve the Fleece."
"Clarisse ?" He frowns, "why would they send Clarisse when the Fleece is on an island in the Sea of Monsters ? Jackson's obviously a better choice."
"Tantalus isn't very fond of him."
"Tell that idiot that Percy must come." Luke hisses, furious against the new director. "it's the perfect opportunity to trap and kill him."
"It's too late, it would be weird for him to suddenly change opinions." Her voices curls in distaste, "how are we going to keep him Luke, the guy gives the creeps."
"Then avoid him because he is going to stay as long as possible."
"But", her voice wavers, "he might want to hurt the kids."
"Kids" he scoffs, "that are on the opposite side Lena. We are bound to fight them sooner or later."
"We want a better word for all demigods," she stresses her word, "even them, do we not ? I don't see how Tantalus fits into our vision."
"He does for now" he grits out, "anything else ?"
"No, Percy has arrived at camp but he isn't going on the quest. Oh ! Wait, no, I have something to tell you-"
"It'll have to wait," he eyes Chris who just entered and mouthing to him they are here, "I really need to go, please inform your official agent of any new developments and not me."
"Our spy ?" His brothers asks, tilting his head.
"Clarisse has been sent to retrieve the Fleece," Luke eyes carefully his brother's face, "dangerous quest, some might say lethal."
"Clarisse's strong," he mutters quietly, not looking in Luke's eyes, "she'll get through it."
"One day, we are going to fight her, are you sure you'll be able to do so when it happens ?"
"Yes, my loyalty is to Kronos and you."
Chris looks at him with a hardened gaze, grim determination etched on his face.
"I'll do whatever you need me to if it means getting retribution."
"Good," he smiles," I'm please to see your faith in me."
When he passes in front of him, he puts a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Kronos will appreciate that kind of loyalty once we win the war, brother, be sure not to lose it."
As he leaves to greet his guests, he doesn't see Chris carefully taking a picture of his trouser's pocket, with on it a girl with a bright red bandana hugging with one arm a younger Chris.
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"Well, I have to say I didn't expect you here."
He looks rather amused at the trio confronting him.
"Percy, I should have known you couldn't stay far from me for too long, Annabeth," he looks at her, properly seeing her since he left, "you've grown and-"
His voice dies out as he looks with disbelief at the boy in front of him.
Except he's not a boy.
No, he's monster.
A cyclops.
"Really, Annie ?" He says rather hysterical, earning himself a weird look from everyone except Annabeth who's red with shame, "of all monsters, a cyclops ?" He pronounces it with such disgust, such hater towards that kind.
"Don't talk to Tyson that way !" Percy angrily say, struggling against Agrius's grip.
"Why ? Fond of him Jackson ?"
To that, the son of Poseidon stays quiet, the same red Annabeth has colouring his cheeks.
"Well, as fun as this is, I'm afraid it must come to an end." He sighs, "Agrius and Oreius, take them downstairs, I heard the monsters were hungry."
But the cyclops breaks free and sends Oreius tumbling on his brother, giving Percy to opportunity to escape.
"Catch them !" He roars to his soldiers but they have already bolted out of the room.
He can only watch them, seething, disappearing on the horizon on one of the emergency life boat.
He had them...
They were on his boat, unarmed and outnumbered and they escaped.
Shame and rage churn his stomach, make his body vibrate with fury and Alabaster is the one to pay the price.
"Torrington !" he bellows at the son of Hecate, "they were three and you had six demigods and two monsters at your commands !"
"The monsters don't listen to me !" he protests, looking straight into Luke's eyes, "I'm the General of your demigods' army."
"And what have you been doing all those months ?" he hisses, "how come they were completely useless to stop them !"
He sees Alabaster's eyes glower and green ruins appear on his jacket. He reaches for Backbiter but a little girl suddenly puts herself in the way.
"Stop this ! Please !" she begs, looking fearfully at Luke.
"Lou," Alabasters says softly, "get out of the way."
"No, I'm not letting you fight with him !" Lou crosses her arms defiantly, stubbornly not moving.
"Your sister ?" He asks his general who curtly nods, still eyeing him and ready to fight.
But Luke only looks at Lou.
She's small, black-haired and has startling green eyes.
If he has to guess, she must be eleven years old, younger maybe.
And yet, despite her young age, she looks at him warily and ready to protect her brother.
He sheathes his sword to Alabaster's great surprise.
"They'll have to come back once they get the Fleece, we'll catch them then."
He leaves the deck and Torrington's confused face to isolate himself in his cabin.
He spends the next hour twirling a cheap ring on his necklace, thinking of a young blond girl with startling grey eyes and wondering if she would too protect him if he needed it.
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He doesn't remember falling asleep.
And yet he is chained upside down, with an unbearable heat burning his face as he looks at the cauldron below him.
He remembers that place.
It's when they were on the run and Thalia and he got captured by a cyclops.
Annabeth had been the one to save them, stabbing bravely the monster and freeing them.
"Luke ! Stop looking like an idiot and use your powers !" A voice next to him snaps in the air.
She's there, looking wildly alive, face etched into a scowl and gleaming from sweat.
"Thalia..." he whispers with a broken voice.
"Is the heat making you lose your mind ?" She says harshly, a worried frown appearing on her features, "yes it's me, Thalia. The girl who is about to buzz you if you don't find a solution."
It's been so long since he heard her talking and not screaming.
The way her eyes pulse with electricity.
The way her freckles are a constellation adoring her pale skin, contrasting so much with her spiky jet black hair.
The way she's pulsing with life, trashing against the chains restraining her and not cold dead on a forest's floor.
"Thalia, I-"
He wants to tell her everything, like he did before, to tell her about Kronos and his rebellion against the gods.
"Hurry, Luke !" She trashes even wilder, a small edge of fear in her voice.
He knows what happens next.
The cyclops comes back, failing to lure Annabeth in his trap, and as he's ready to cut their bonds, to let them fall into the boiling steaming pit below, the monster screams in pain and Luke seizes his chance.
He gets out of the now loosened chains, managed to free Thalia despite only using one hand, the other firmly gripping the chain, and the both of them jump onto the cyclops's arm.
That's when he sees the cause of the monster's pain.
Annabeth had stabbed him in the toe, his little sister looking terrified but determined to fight the beast.
Quickly, Thalia and he climb down the screaming monster until they're on the ground and help Annabeth kill him.
Then, she punches him in the gut after praising Annie.
"What the fuck Thals !" He groans, doubling over.
"What was that back there, huh ?" She asks angrily, irritated enough for not scolding off for the bad word, "why'd you froze like that ?"
"I didn't freeze, my powers were just useless." He winces when he feels his abdomen, it's definitely going to bruise.
She scowls but doesn't push him further.
"Come on, we have to go, Grover is waiting for us outside." Annabeth urges them, dragging them to the exit.
"It's too late."
Both Annabeth and Thalia look at him with utterly confused faces.
"What do you mean it's too late ? Too late for what ?"
"Forget I said anything," he mumbles hastily, pushing them aside to reach the exit, "it's nonsense."
A hand on his shoulder stops him.
It's not like her punch, no.
It's a prolonged contact, one where her hand barely touches his skin and yet, it is warmer than the boiling cauldron.
"Luke," he hears her say his name with worry, "what's wrong ?"
"Nothing's wrong Thals," he reassures her, not looking in her eyes. "We have to go, the monsters are gaining on us."
But she doesn't let go of him and her hand gets closer to his neck.
He doesn't turn, can't bear to look at her.
"You can tell me anything, you know that right ?" She whispers, her voice centimetres away from his ear.
"And I will," he replies, "I will but not today."
He terribly wants to face her, to tell her everything but he can't waste any more time.
It's stupid of him to think that maybe, in this dream Thalia makes it to Camp alive. It's like jumping off the cliff again when he knows he'll break himself on rocks below.
Yet, he hopes.
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"Welcome back to the States, cousin." He smiles at Percy, holding Backbiter under his throat, "I'm the welcoming party."
"Really wasn't necessary."
"So uncivilised," he shakes his head, "come aboard, all of you."
This time, Grover is with them. Luke doesn't know why he is there, surely something Silena could explain, but he doesn't particularly care. There's only one thing he wants, and it's within his reach.
"Where is it ?"
"Where's what ?" Percy asks innocently, the ghost of a smile floating on his face.
"The Fleece, Jackson." Luke patiently says, "give it to me."
"I can't, it's gone." He says, his smile now very visible and irritably smug.
"It can't be gone Jackson, you are all here," Luke snaps before a horrible idea dawns on him, "no, there's no way, you didn't-"
"Yes," Percy says glowing with satisfaction, "Clarisse is already on the way to Camp with the Fleece. You lost Luke."
"What where you planning to do with the Fleece, anyways ?" Annabeth asks him coldly.
"Well, since none of you are getting out of here alive, I suppose I can tell you," he shrugs, trying to hide his growing panic at the perspective of telling Kronos he failed again, "I was going to use the Fleece to resurrect Kronos but I would have given it back to you after."
"Really ?"
"Of course Jackson, I know why you need the Fleece and I wouldn't have stopped you."
"That's rich," he scoffs, "considering what you did."
To his grand surprise, Jackson hurls a coin at him. One he easily dodge, the drachma falling in the water behind him.
"You betrayed me, betrayed DIONYSUS AT CAMP HALF BLOOD !"
"Old news Jackson, why are you doing this ?"
"Did you poison Thalia's tree ?"
"Of course I did !" He snaps at Jackson, utterly confused, "but you-"
"So Chiron had nothing to do with it ?" Jackson presses on.
"As if that old man could ever hurt his Camp !" Luke rolls his eyes, "why are you doing this ? You already know all of that !"
"I do, but now all the others do too."
"What others-"
His voice dies at he turns and sees the whole Pavillon of Camp Half-Blood looking at them, dead silent, through an Iris Message.
"See Mr D ? Chiron is innocent !" Percy says behind him.
"I suppose so Peter," the god sighs, "well then, goodbye Tantalus."
He waves his hand and the earth opens, swallowing the man whole.
With a furious scream, Luke slashes the Iris Message, making it pop in a cloud of mist.
"Chris !" He barks at his brother, "ready my stallion, I'm going after the Fleece."
His brothers nods and hastily leaves the room.
"As for you all, Oreius and Agrius are in dire need of fresh meat."
"So you're just leaving us here, not even able to kill us yourselves ?" Percy yells at him as they go on deck where a black pegasus awaits Luke.
"I have more urgent matters than you Jackson, believe or not."
"Why don't you fight me, eh ? Scared you'll lose like the first time ?" The son of Poseidon taunts him.
It's an impasse and they both know it.
If Luke declines, he loses credibility and if he accepts, he doubts he'll manage to intercept Clarisse.
"Very well, Jackson. Give him back his sword."
He arms himself with Backbiter and a shield and faces Percy.
"It's not fair Luke," Annabeth protests angrily, "at least give him a shield too !"
"The world's hardly ever is fair Annabeth," he snarls, "I had hoped you would know that by now."
He looks at Percy, scanning for weak spots and when he finds one, he attacks.
"You've gotten better Jackson" he grunts, blocking Riptide with his shield, "but there's not water trick to save you this time."
He kicks him in the leg and sends Riptide flying out of reach.
He hears Annabeth screaming, the cyclops bellowing and Grover bleating as he lower down Backbiter to stab Percy in the stomach.
Water slaps him, sending him tumbling backward and loud screams and confettis ?
Dozens of centaurs are on his ship, trampling his forces or throwing party hats and shooting paintballs.
One hits him on the stomach, splattering his shirt blue and bruising his skin.
Amidst the chaos, he registers Percy mounting Chiron while the others are on other centaurs, his old mentor whistles and they're all gone as fast as they came.
"Chris !" He roars, face red with fury, "the horse, where is it ?"
"It left with them," his brother groans from where he's sprawled on the floor, covered in paint, "saw Percy talk to him."
He feels like he might explode from shame and rage.
It's the second time Percy escapes him, the second time a thirteen years old beat him, an experienced twenty years old demigod.
"All of you, clean this mess ! I have to inform our Lord of this recent development."
He closes his office's door rather harshly, taking a few minutes to calm himself before contacting Kronos.
Master.
Next to him, the coffin glows and he feels him stirring, his presence lingering in the air.
You have failed.
Luke feels his throat drying, yes master.
And yet we are still successful.
I... I don't understand Master. Without the Fleece, you'll take more time to fully awake.
Foolish boy, do you think I cannot wait a few more years ? I have spent eons awaiting for this moment, I do not lack patience.
It was never about you, Luke realises, all you wanted was for the Fleece to reach her tree.
And it has, soon, we'll have another pawn in the game.
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Far away, on a hill overlooking Long Island Sound, a girl opens her eyes under a grand pine tree for the first time in seven years.
#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#percy jackson#camp half blood#luke castellan#annabeth chase#thalia grace#the sea of monsters#kronos#titan army
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Still not entirely happy with my characterization, but I do like the slightly experimental choices I made here. I just think Hypnos and Thanatos are extremely divorced, and it's partially because they both think Hypnos should be exactly like Thanatos. Neither of them is sure when it all fell apart, though.
Flavored with an eldritch being having body dysmorphia, and also copious flowery language surrounding People Dying.
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It's an old and rotten unraveling, this thing between them.
Before earth and air, before moon and water, there was a suggestion of what could be. And it writ upon itself Night, and it writ upon itself Love, and the darkness filled itself with a thousand shadows, a thousand stars.
And they learned to sleep. And they learned to dream. And they learned to die.
They learned many other things, of course, and Hypnos learned at the knee of Mother Night what gave men delight and terror. He liked to be gentle with them. He liked to weave dreams of river mist and poppy stems and stardust, let mortals taste a little of immortality away from bloody work and bursting callouses. Everyone, everywhere, deserved something nice in their lives.
He'd really thought Thanatos agreed.
Sleep is the midwife of the gentle dead, after all. He lowered their eyelids, fluffed their pillows, reminded them they were loved, drowsy souls all wrapped up in a neat little bow for his brother to take below. They'd danced this dance for aeons, before Time fully knew its own name. A matched set, hand in hand, waltzing the thin blurry line of oblivion and eternity.
They were twins. They should have had an understanding.
Up the hallway Hades loomed over his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose to stifle a gold flush of rage in the wake of Prince Zagreus's latest antics. Mother Nyx hovered outside the prince's door like she'd just happened to be there since the dawn of time for no particular reason, and something about it- her hands, her jaw, the smoke-pale skin they'd all consciously matched to mark out family, was just... a lot. A lot to handle. Honestly, just a little bit hilarious.
He'd been using a human-shaped body for so long it had involuntary responses now, wasn't that funny? Thanatos had come by... some timeless amount of time ago, maybe a decade, maybe a year, to tell him to get better at record keeping. Registering new shades. It wasn't a bad job. It wasn't an ideal job. It could sure prove he wasn't incompetent and clingy and dependent.
All he had to do was stay awake and friendly and not do anything creative, with zero help from anyone, and try not to accidentally slice his hand on his quill every time Thanatos dismissed him. He bled poppy sap, after all, not ichor like the Olympians.
It was kind of funny. Very funny, actually. He really had no reason to bleed anything- he might as well bleed ichor, if he could. Something to work on after his shift maybe. If he dreamed hard enough, he might change enough to improve something. He'd only really remembered in the last millennia to keep the number of his fingers stable. Sometimes he'd wake up with more or less. Maybe that was a problem.
It wasn't, once upon a time. It'd just been him and Thanatos on the banks of the Lethe, dancing the way flowers and butterflies do, drawing souls gently down into that final sleep to end all heartache and pain. Something gentle. Something good.
Hypnos let his papercuts scar like a human, trying to keep track of the last time his brother gave a damn, and got back to work.
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Seasons of Love
(Gif credit to @youmustlovehim)
Word count: 2,772
Genres: strangers to lovers to exes, a little bittersweet
Warnings: none
A/N: Iâve had pieces of details of this fic in mind for a while and I started to slowly write it out over the past few months. This title comes from Seasons of Love from the musical RENT, although thereâs nothing in the story connects to specific details from that. The story is not based off of anything specific, just a plot that had been simmering in me for some time. Itâs not set at a specific moment in time (Itâs taking place in a fictional future but you could also say that itâs set this season. However, the season is still ongoing at the moment and anything can happen or change). Itâs written with a female reader in mind because Iâm a female of color but the reader doesnât specifically have to be a POC or a woman and thereâs little dialogue. As always, Iâm open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate itđ
(P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check it out)
ââHow do you measure a year in the life? How about love?â -Seasons of Love from the RENT musical soundtrack
Prologue
âExcuse me, is this a good book to read?â a deep accented voice asks you.
âDune? For sure, itâs an epic story,â you reply.
âDo you think I could finish it in 4 days?â the voice asks.
â4 days? Unless youâre an Olympian at reading and processing complex storylines, Iâd say it might take you close to 4 weeks or even 4 months to read it all,â you respond.
âOh,â the voice says in defeat, âwhat do you recommend then?â
You list off some sci-fi recs for the towering cute man and he takes your suggestions into mind before deciding to get a copy of We, a novel written by his fellow countryman Yevgeny Zamyatin.
âIâve never read that one,â you chimed.
âShould we start a book club then so you can read it?â the voice asks with a chuckle.
âUm, how can I start a book club with someone whose name I donât even know?â
Slightly embarrassed, the voice introduces himself as Andrei and you introduce yourself to him as you shake hands. His hand in yours felt so comforting for someone you just met under an hour ago. Andrei was impressed that you knew so much about books. One of his New Yearâs resolutions was to read more so thatâs how he ended up at Barnes and Noble talking to you. You were at the store, just looking around for something new to read, and stumbled into the sci-fi section before checking out with your new copy of Happy Place by Emily Henry.
âSo are we starting this book club then, Andrei?â you slyly ask.
Andrei wanted to have someone as a reading buddy to discuss reading with him (the other guys on the team werenât as into reading as him) and it didnât hurt that he had someone who knew a lot about literature right in front of him so he agreed to it.
âAs long as you read âWeâ with me, please?â Andrei charmingly requested.
Although sci-fi wasnât your thing at the moment, you couldnât quite say no to the man with big brown doe eyes so you grabbed a copy off the shelf. Before going over the parameters of the newly formed book club, Andrei kindly paid for both of your books and you decided to discuss the rules in the cafe located inside of the store.
You and Andrei sat in a semi-secluded booth towards the back of the cafe and began sharing some of your backstories with each other over drinks and muffins. Andrei was again impressed by your educational background of holding an MFA in Creative Writing from NC State and your job as an adjunct English professor at Wake Tech Community College; it definitely explained your love of reading but your dream was to move to New York and become an author one day. You were working on a manuscript for a cute romance novel but still had a lot of things to do before it was ready to be presented to a publisher. The professor job was just a placeholder until you finished up your manuscript and saved up enough money to get a literary agent; you loved writing as much as you loved reading but getting your foot in the door in the writing industry was rough. You listened to Andrei as he told his story about his life and how he ended up in America through his hockey career. You and Andrei were both curious about each other and asked so many questions to each other for such a long time that you didnât even notice that the store was going to close. Neither of you wanted your time together to end but you both had lives to get to outside of the store. You both laughed when you realized that you and Andrei spent so much time getting to know each other that not once throughout your conversation did you discuss the rules of the book club. Before leaving, you and Andrei exchanged numbers. You both agreed to read the first 50 pages and scheduled to meet up at a different cafe to discuss what you read so far in two weeks.
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Winter
Within a year, the book club didnât last long but it did lead to you and Andrei being in constant contact with each other. Due to both of your schedules, neither of you really had the time to sit down and have deep intellectual discussions about what you read; you both did end up finishing reading We but you finished it at different paces. Being the book lover you are, you completed the book first but Andrei finished reading the book while on the road and he wanted to discuss the ending with you so bad that he surprisingly FaceTime called you. That one FaceTime call with Andrei turned into a long series of texts, phone calls, and more FaceTime calls and eventually spending time together offline. You and Andrei considered each other to be just friends but that friendship eventually turned into you falling for each other.
Andrei was a hot commodity around Raleigh and in Russia with his DMs bursting at the seams but he only had eyes for you. He had never fallen in love with someone the way that he did for you; being with you was different than what he was used to but it worked in the best way. You knew the risks and chaos of being with a busy, famous athlete but Andrei was worth all of it. You blended and adjusted well into the hockey romantic partner lifestyle and Andrei even taught you how to ice skate. Despite the busyness of your lives, you and Andrei still showed up for and made time for each other, even if it was something as small as meeting up at your place for a post-afternoon game milkshake from The Shiny Diner or as big as taking Andrei as your date to your work holiday party. Whenever you had the time, you and Andrei created fun, everlasting memories together. A somewhat sweet memory that Andrei would always remember was when on one cold evening, you wanted to surprise your Russian boyfriend by attempting to make him borscht, a traditional Eastern European soup that was his favorite comfort food. The soup did not come well at all so you and Andrei ended up ordering Panera Bread to warm your bones. Although the soup you made tasted unpleasant, Andrei appreciated the fact that you took the time and effort to learn something from his culture and did that from your heart. The poetic thing about your relationship was that you patiently understood each other, despite the language and culture barrier; your relationship just worked like two puzzle pieces clicking together into place.
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Spring
As the flowers bloomed around Raleigh, the school year for you ended on a good note and unsurprisingly, the Canes made playoffs. Deep into your manuscript writing, Andrei surprised you with a trip to New York after the Canes were eliminated from playoffs. You and Andrei were already spending the entire off-season together so this trip wasnât a necessity but it was a nice thing to do.
Your time in New York was amazing and full of love, fun, and plenty of delicious food. While you were in the City, you took the opportunity to meet with some potential literary agents and publishers; although your manuscript was about 90 percent done, it didnât hurt to check those things out. Andrei was supportive of you and your dreams but he selfishly wished that those dreams didnât include moving to New York and that you would stay in Raleigh and have a life with him there. He had already known his future was tightly connected to the City of Oaks but you had a desire to create a future somewhere else. You knew these dreams of yours could possibly involve leaving the love of your life; neither of you tried not to dwell too hard on the stress and pressure that those dreams added to your relationship. You also knew the publishing industry was cutthroat and competitive and that there was no guarantee that your book would be picked up by a top publisher but those realities didnât stop you from at least trying to take the steps towards that dream.
Outside of this pressure, you and Andrei still made the best of your time in NYC. You also loved musical theater so of course, you had to catch a Broadway show. Andrei, being the amazing boyfriend that he is, actually secured tickets for the two of you to see Hamilton at the Richard Rogers Theater. You had watched the live stage production on Disney+ and knew the entire soundtrack; Andrei went into the show blindly, only remembering bits and pieces from the songs that you played around him. Seeing Hamilton live on Broadway was a great experience that you both enjoyed. You and Andrei got to see New York City in a different light; you got to explore more of the city that you longed to call home and Andrei got to see more of the city as a true tourist. This entire trip was something that you both would forever cherish.
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Summer
Not long after you left New York, you went to Russia for the first time to meet and spend time with his family and friends and to see the place that made Andrei into the man that you love. You learned more about Russian culture, Andreiâs childhood, and even was a guest at his cousinâs wedding. Andreiâs friends and family approved of you as a person and they liked you with him; they could all tell how truly in love you were with each other. You also spent some time together in Turkey and around Europe for some much-needed relaxation; you got to see the beautiful blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea in Greece, eat authentic handmade pasta in Italy, and kiss your lover in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
Traveling around with Andrei made you feel like you were the protagonist of a great summer read. Speaking of reading, Andrei still maintained his goal of reading more books, reading just about anything and everything, and even started to recommend things for you to read. Before you would fall asleep at night, you would share with each other a fact or synopsis of something that you read that day.
While Andrei was occupied with his off-season training during the day, you applied for publishing jobs, presented your finally completed manuscript to several literary agents, and ended up securing one. It was relieving to officially have a literary agent to represent you but the next biggest hurdle was the painstaking editing process and waiting for your work to be picked up by the right publisher.
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Fall
After the bliss of the off-season ended, it was time for the hustle and bustle of your teaching job and hockey season to return. About 2 weeks before preseason started, you and Andrei moved in together. It was exciting to get to live with your lover and spend even more time (whenever you could) with him. It was also nice that you got to add your style to the place and make it your own; having a home also meant that you could host your friends, Andreiâs teammates, and sometimes family for holidays and events and create more cherished memories together. Being a hopeless romantic who loved romance novels, you had always wondered who would be the man to sweep you off your feet but you sort of already knew that man was Andrei.
A fun memory that you made together was the Sunday before the season opener, you and Andrei took a trip to a local corn maze with a pumpkin patch to take cute couple photos together and to also check it out. These photos would be added into some of the new picture frames and a scrapbook of memories in your shared home. The photographer did an excellent job, capturing the love that flowed between you in still moments. For the rest of your time, you wandered around the corn maze, hand-in-hand, with your lovely boyfriend. The infamous oak trees in Raleigh began to shed their leaves and the year began inching closer and closer towards the end.
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Winter part 2
One snowy morning, you got an email from McGraw Hill, offering you a job as an educational copy editor in their NYC office. You couldnât believe it, you were on the path of working at a publisher and hopefully, one day getting your book published; all that you had been working so hard for was starting to pay off in tremendous ways. The only issue that was concerning you was breaking the news to Andrei. You knew he would be happy for you but you also knew what the next steps were. You tried to hold in your tears but after practice, Andrei came home to you crying. He immediately dropped his stuff and concerningly asked you what was wrong. You explained to Andrei that you were crying joyfully over the news you received. Words couldnât describe how proud Andrei was for you so he picked you up and spun you around in happiness.
âIâm so proud of you, my love,â Andrei repeated as he peppered kisses around your face.
He was truly proud of you but the ecstasy of the good news came with the most painful come down. Andrei didnât want you to move to New York but he had already known for a while that you wanted to leave. He did try to convince you to stay and he hoped for months that you would change your mind but you didnât so he helped you pack some of your things. Andrei couldnât help you move up there so he entrusted Nykki, Martin Necasâ girlfriend, to help you settle into your new home and life, more than 500 miles away from the address you once shared.
You and Andrei did try dating long distance but your relationship unfortunately didnât last very long. Between the responsibilities of your new job, revising over your manuscript, trying to get your book published somewhere, and Andreiâs hectic hockey schedule, you began to drift apart from each other and the physical distance between you didnât help either. You enjoyed living in New York and you did miss each other from time to time but Andrei knew it would be unfair to ask you to give up on your dreams to come back to Raleigh and be with him. Despite not dating anymore, you and Andrei talked occasionally but not as frequently as it was when you first met and still remained friends. It was okay that the relationship had run its course because it taught you both a lot about love. Andrei came into your life for a season and those seasons you shared together were full of so much undeniable light and love. The love that you shared was different from the romance novels you read but your relationship wrote its own beautiful story.
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Epilogue
Before catching his flight to Miami for the NHL All-Star break, Andrei went into the bookstore at Raleigh-Durham International Airport to look for a book to read on his flight. In the book section, he spotted Seasons of Love, written by you with a New York Times Bestseller sticker on the cover. Over the years, Andrei had heard some things about your novel in passing but he purposely avoided reading the book because the breakup was a bit painful for him. After you achieved getting your book published, you wanted to send Andrei a signed copy but decided against it because you werenât sure if he would actually read the story and didnât want to come across as pretentious either. He debated back and forth about getting the book before finally asking a store employee about their opinion about it.
âI read that one. Itâs a fictional story but I heard itâs loosely based on a true story about the authorâs relationship with some cool guy. Itâs a super good read if you like romance," said the store employee.
Hearing what the store employee said about your book made Andreiâs heart warm a little and he purchased it as his read for his trip. After returning back to Raleigh, conveniently, there was a book signing by a familiar author at a local Barnes and Noble that Andrei decided to attend. Although Andrei didnât get his happy ending with you in real life, you sure gave him one with the words that you wrote on the page.
#andrei svechnikov#carolina hurricanes#andrei svechnikov x reader#andrei svechnikov imagine#hockey fic#hockey writing#my writing
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Child of Chaos - Xand Donovan:
Chaos Itself was curious. All of these primordials and titans and gods and other deities are making offspring, so It decided to do so as well. It had created many things, but had never 'raised' a child the way parents do.
It created Itself a human form. They did so easily. All They had to do was observe some humans for a few minutes and create a body that would pass as attractive and that could hold a child. Theyâre very androgynous and it seems as though no matter who looks at Them, they see something they like.
The whole process of creating a child in 9 months wasnât something They were interested in, so They sped up the process to a day.
The child was born and They realized They would need to learn how to raise a demigod (demiprimordial? demientity?). So They observed. They picked and chose from the minds of the humans around Them what seemed to be the best ways to raise a child and did what They could to raise this child into a well rounded human. It worked, to an extent. When you are the literal beginning of existence you tend to have some quirks that can pass down to your offspring.
Overall, The child, that was named Xand Donovan (names that many people seem to think are "cool" and "edgy" which is apparently a good thing among human youth.) was a typical yet very weird ass kid.
Xand looks normal, until you see them from the corner of your eye, then it's like their eye's flashed like a cat's or their outline blurs slightly. It always feels like it's about to storm when you're near them. That feeling of static gathering like lighting is about to strike.
Xand kind of has, maybe, a little bit of a god complex, but not in a "im better than everyone no one can best me" kind of way, but in a "I'm going to live forever so why should I waste my infinite time with being insecure and caring about how others view me. They will die soon and will become a blip in my time in existence" kind of way. If that makes sense.
Xand loves humans. They have genuine relationships with them and they creates friendships and longs for people in their personal life and feels and wants and needs just like humans do. But Xand also knows that they are different and that they are an infinitely powerful being that is only nerfed by the fact that their parent is stopping them from ascending into primordial...hood? Why, because they are too young.
"Parent? I am 247 years old. That is like, 23 in human years. When will you let me join you as a diety?"
"Like I have said before my child, when you are older and have matured. Now. Explain again what these two women are trying to portray by running over and over again to their original song. It's very catchy."
The two of them, though they look human enough, feel very not of this world. If you were to meet one of the olympians, you feel that as well, but with Chanon and Xand Donovan, it's like being in a room with an eldritch horror, but not realizing how horrificly in danger you actually are.
They are uncanny valley without being uncanny. Something sets you off but you convince yourself that you're imagining it while your hair stands on end and you start to sweat.
Now: Power time.
We know that Chaos is literally the beginning of everything, therefore, can potentially have whatever power it wanted. It's child is not that powerful but is very much op. Of course.
While Xand is not able to ascend yet, their powers are more imaginable. Powers that make sense and you are able to wrap your brain around unlike being the beginning of all existance.
Xand is able to change their appearnce in anyway possible. Think, Nimona. Nimona can change into a shark, an exact replica of Bal with his voice too, a bird, a random little boy, (cough *ashes* cough).
They are able to create anything out of practically nothing. If they have a handful of dirt, they can make a new phone. A pile of trash? A beautiful house. Water partials in the air? A nice glass of juice. If there is matter, it can be manipulated. If Chaos let Xand ascend, they would be able to make anything out of nothing, just like their parent.
Xand can also "be" multiple places at once. Now, right now they only have one physical body, but they are able to split their consciousness up into multiple pieces that can functionally be in different places at the same time. Kinda like multiple ghost versions of them that are all their own sentient beings while separate.
We're gonna go a little clichĂŠ here and bring in telekinesis. When your parent in the beginning of creation, you're gonna be able to manipulate matter. and that means being able to throw it around and move it at will.
im gonna have so much fun with this character.
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An alternate take on "Hercules" (1997)
This movie is a classic, though I did want to put my own twist on this, similar to my other remakes. Granted, my version isn't really too much closer to Greek mythology, but it has a bit more tweaks in there.
Change his origins. If we're gonna be loose with Greek mythology, I'll put my own twist on it. I'd make it so that Zeus (a questionable father in any iteration, it seems) had a child with a mortal woman--who's looks and personality would be similar to Disney's version of Hera--but because she was human, she couldn't be with him. As such, he married Hera, who is bitter that she was his second choice, and is extremely jealous when it's discovered that the mortal woman sired a child with Zeus named Hercules (let's say she was born in Rome), though she changed his name to Alcaeus to hide him from Hera. When he finds out the truth, he wants to go to Olympus to meet his father, but must achieve godhood to do so. It's also explained that many Olympians have taken in interest in Hercules--namely Dionysus, Hermes, Apollo, Athena, and Artemis, plus the Muses, all of them godly children that Zeus sired before his marriage to Hera--and they assist him here and there, though they must do it discreetly to avoid Hera's wrath.
2. Change the villains. This is a complex issue; Hera is definitely a villain here, but so is Hades, and to a point, Zeus. Zeus is the "good dad, bad husband" type of person; he's a lively person and a fun friend, but not good with his relationships, ie making Hera his second priority and undermining his older brothers since he's the king of the gods. He's not evil, but he is toxic. As such, Hera sets a plan in motion: she tells Zeus that she will not harm Hercules or his loved ones if he proves himself worthy of being a god, thus setting in motion Hercules' quest (as well as wanting to find where he belongs). However, she tasks Hades and Persephone (no Pain and Panic here, sadly) with doing him in before he can become immortal. She also manipulates her sons, the neglected Hephaestus and the power-hungry Ares, into helping her bring about Hercules' doom. She also cheats by occasionally giving him unreasonable bouts of anger that hinder his progress as a hero. And since we're dealing with about five villains, the Titans don't exist.
3. Megara is different--but only slightly. Still her jaded, pessimistic self, I'd want to remove any possible arguments of her being toxic with Hercules, since I was never a fan of them together. Here, instead of Hades offering Meg her freedom, her simply forces her to do his bidding, almost like an Ella Enchanted situation. However, seeing her lack of enthusiasm for this, Hermes, Apollo, and Artemis intervene during several occasions to help her work around her master's manipulation as well as giving her tools to help Hercules if he's in a bind (since they can't openly use their powers, as it would put a target on their backs with Hera). A part of me wanted to conflate her and Persephone's character into one, making her a woman forced to be Hades' wife and become bitter as a result, and Hercules' love and kindness makes her fall for him and decidedly leave Hades, but perhaps that's too much.
4. The ensemble is different. The main cast of the original was Hercules, Pegasus, Phil, and Meg. Here, the cast is made up of Hercules, Pegasus, Iolaus (his cousin rather than his nephew like in mythology) and Meg. Phil doesn't exist here, with Apollo, Athena, and Artemis training Hercules, with Meg and Iolaus as moral support. Hermes mainly tries to keep everything discreet so it never reaches Hera.
5. The message/ending is slightly different. Zeus learns to be a better person/god, owing his treatment of others due to his own childhood trauma at the hands of his father. His redemption is kinda like it was in "Immortals: Fenyx Rising." Hades and Persephone get some kind of gratification, as Zeus vows to treat Hades better and Hades acknowledges his manipulation of getting Persephone to marry him (this version of the story varies, but if he's gonna be a villain, we may as well go that route). Hera is imprisoned with Ares, and Hera acknowledges how she mistreated her sons due to her own pain, with only Hephaestus managing to overcome his trauma and help Hercules. Hercules doesn't really "give up" his godhood for his mortal family, though--he's never forced to make a choice between them and the Olympians; I kinda hated the implication with the original ending.
Lemme know what you think! This has been rattling around in my brain for a while.
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Thanks for answering my ask.....if you don't mind me asking (again), who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....
No problem, I like doing these. These are some of my favorite couples though there were lots to sort through.
Percabeth (Percy x Annabeth) Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Just like my favorite character list, I love the Percy Jackson series but most important I love a certified wife guy. Percy chose Annabeth over a seat in Olympus. There are multiple points where in life threatening situations he thinks about Annabeth immediately. "A one way trip. A very hard fall" they fell into endless darkness together and came out together. They are the blueprint.
2. Satosugu (Gojo x Geto) Jujutsu Kaisen
This will be a trend but I'm a lover of angst as much as fluff but tragic lovers is a personal favorite thing of mine. Gojo called him his "one and only". The entirety of the events in the story revolve around Gojos choice to not kill him that day in 2006 and, when they met again, destroying the body. It's "Love is the most twisted curse of them all" vs "At least curse me a little at the very end". It's "my six eyes tell me you're suguru geto but my soul knows otherwise". No matter how Gojo held out his hand, there was no way for him, he who the world shifted upon his birth, to reach him. There something poetic about their relationship.
3. Royai (Mustang x Hawkeye) Full Metal Alchemist
They're basically canon. But I mean "When we're alone the colonel calls me Riza" like COME ON. Riza is a "loyal to a fault, dedicating their entire being to the other with little hope of ever getting an ounce of affection back cause she made up her mind and decided it doesn't matter so long as she can remain by his side" character and Mustang is a "self-destructive tendencies combined with +10 charisma and noble ideals who's ready to be viewed as a villain if thats what it comes to and as such can't understand why the other is so loyal." character. Plus its all about the way they hang all over each other when hurt and how she could so easily direct him when he was blind. That trust is elite.
4. Heromari (Hero x Mari) Omori
Another tragic pairing. It's heartbreaking how much they loved each other and even if we didn't get to see a lot of it in game we know from the way everyone describes them and the pictures. Mari's death completely changed the trajectory of Hero's life and although he may heal he'll probably never get over her. Everyday I curse at the sky that they didn't get to have their future together
5. Hualian (Hua Cheng x Xie Lian) Tian Guan Ci Fu
I'll keep this one brief. Tgcf said "only after meeting you did I rediscover that it's such a simple thing to be happy" and "to me, the one basking in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. what matter is you, not the state of you" and "there's no banquet in the world that doesn't come to an end, so i'll say what I want to say" and I went feral for every bit of it. Hualian is such a lovely couple.
6. Kaebedo (Kaeya and Albedo) (Genshin Impact)
Without going into too much lore(another reason why I love this couple). I love the idea of Kaeya and Albedo seeing their shared heritage in one another. Learning together to see it as creative and beautiful and not just a curse or an evil. Also I love the homunculus part, it aids to a lot of good drama and tension.
7. Akiangel (Aki x Angel Devil) (Chainsaw man)
Slightly new to the list BUT the dynamic between the two goes farther beyond the "out of touch, out of time" jokes. It goes even farther than the "man who hates devils falling in love with one". It's about the drinking imagery evoking a kiss, Angel being able to break from Makima for a brief moment because of Aki, and their shared moments of kindness. Also the fan art is fantastic.
8. Chidi and Eleanor (The Good Place)
I love them so much. And even if we only saw them as a couple for a brief period of time, I love watching adults fall in love and I loved watching them both get better.
9. Orpheus and Eurydice (Greek Mythology)
Their story is one of love. A love that could drive one into the underworld. Just gonna drop this "Dying a second time, now, there was no complaint to her husband (what then could she complain of, except that she had been loved?)"
10. Chili and Bandit Heeler (Bluey)
A wild pull but I genuinely could see this in my number 1 spot. It is so refreshing to see a couple that genuinely loves each other, their children, and their lives. I'm tired of the sitcom schtick where the husband and wives hate each other and their jobs and talk about how their kids annoy them by existing. I want more of them and I want what they have.
Some Honorable Mentions:
Ichigo and Orihime, Inuyasha and Kagome, Ninguang and Beidou, Edward and Winry, Luz and Amity, Vanilla Extract and Tumblr Polls, Joe and Cherry, Beau and Yasha, Twilight and Yor, Zelda and Link, Franky and Robin, Akechi and Persona 5 Protag
#my asks#text post#bluey#orpheus and eurydice#the good place#chainsaw man#genshin impact#tian guan ci fu#omori#fullmetal alchemist#jujustu kaisen#pjo
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Jake made a face, looking over at Max with a small chuckle. âI honestly canât picture you being a nuisance.â He admitted, giving him a small smile. âYou never bothered me. Even when you were questioning my drink making prowess.â He promised, before scratching his head. âIt was really good for the most part. I donât know what I would have done without him. Even when he was driving me crazy. It was just really nice growing up with someone that would always be there for me.â He knew the more that he spoke about Jack that it was true and that his brother wouldnât want him to be afraid of who he thought he might be. They both knew life was too short to hide. âI suppose you are right, I guess Iâm making you share two Christmas memories but I like hearing about you, so you just have to deal with it.â He teased gently. âAre you good at ice skating then? Iâve been a few times myself but I certainly wouldnât say that Iâm any good at it.â He was relieved when Max didnât react too much when he took his hand. He returned the squeeze with a small smile before following his other hand and nodding. âYeah, letâs go see what we find.â
Maxâs heart fluttered as Jake mentioned that he didnât see him as a nuisance, he was so used to everyone seeing him as an inconvenience that it was nice to hear that there was someone who saw him as more than that. Max hoped that would never change, that Jake would never grow tired of him like everyone else in his life always seemed to. âReally!?â He asked furrowing his brow in surprise. âEven I have to admit I was being a bit of a prat.â Max offered with an apologetic smile. His smile widened as Jake spoke about his brother âThat sounds incredible, Iâm glad you have someone like that in your life. You two are lucky to have each other.â Max shrugged when Jake said he liked hearing about him. âIâm not that interesting honesty. Iâve been called many things; uptight, pretentious, entitled... a nuisanceâ He winced slightly âbut interesting is not one of them. You on the other hand, never cease to surprise me, and realize you do owe me another story now right?â He added with a smirk. âIâm not an Olympian or anything but I can certainly hold my own on the ice. Maybe weâll have to go together sometime, Iâm sure with some practice youâll be absolutely brilliant.â He assured Jake warmly. Max couldnât help the massive grin that crossed his lips as the other man agreed to go look at lights with him. He lead the way cherishing the way their hands seemed to fit so well together. It wasnât long before they came upon a neighborhood absolutely aglow with Christmas lights. âWow!â He let out a breath looking over at Jake, âEven more brilliant than I anticipated.â Â
Jake made a face, looking over at Max with a small chuckle. âI honestly canât picture you being a nuisance.â He admitted, giving him a small smile. âYou never bothered me. Even when you were questioning my drink making prowess.â He promised, before scratching his head. âIt was really good for the most part. I donât know what I would have done without him. Even when he was driving me crazy. It was just really nice growing up with someone that would always be there for me.â He knew the more that he spoke about Jack that it was true and that his brother wouldnât want him to be afraid of who he thought he might be. They both knew life was too short to hide. âI suppose you are right, I guess Iâm making you share two Christmas memories but I like hearing about you, so you just have to deal with it.â He teased gently. âAre you good at ice skating then? Iâve been a few times myself but I certainly wouldnât say that Iâm any good at it.â He was relieved when Max didnât react too much when he took his hand. He returned the squeeze with a small smile before following his other hand and nodding. âYeah, letâs go see what we find.â
Maxâs heart fluttered as Jake mentioned that he didnât see him as a nuisance, he was so used to everyone seeing him as an inconvenience that it was nice to hear that there was someone who saw him as more than that. Max hoped that would never change, that Jake would never grow tired of him like everyone else in his life always seemed to. âReally!?â He asked furrowing his brow in surprise. âEven I have to admit I was being a bit of a prat.â Max offered with an apologetic smile. His smile widened as Jake spoke about his brother âThat sounds incredible, Iâm glad you have someone like that in your life. You two are lucky to have each other.â Max shrugged when Jake said he liked hearing about him. âIâm not that interesting honesty. Iâve been called many things; uptight, pretentious, entitled... a nuisanceâ He winced slightly âbut interesting is not one of them. You on the other hand, never cease to surprise me, and realize you do owe me another story now right?â He added with a smirk. âIâm not an Olympian or anything but I can certainly hold my own on the ice. Maybe weâll have to go together sometime, Iâm sure with some practice youâll be absolutely brilliant.â He assured Jake warmly. Max couldnât help the massive grin that crossed his lips as the other man agreed to go look at lights with him. He lead the way cherishing the way their hands seemed to fit so well together. It wasnât long before they came upon a neighborhood absolutely aglow with Christmas lights. âWow!â He let out a breath looking over at Jake, âEven more brilliant than I anticipated.â Â
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The Girl in The Blue Dress
Chapter 22: The Final Attack
@megatraven and @catlovingwitch and @aallotarenunelma
Heheh >:)). This is the end of this lifetime!! I believe I've said it multiple times, sorry if that's a spoiler lol. BUT YEAH!! I hope you enjoy!! It has fighting, emotions, and some lore.
And btw, this war isn't necessarily history based and written properly. and probably bad. I just kinda wanted it to lead up to Rose's death and I'm just saying that bc like...ancient greece's wars were different and I'm just giving that information lol.
There is proofreading but if something is off or spelt wrong, then my bad! But I hope you enjoy!
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The next day was the start of the war. Everyone woke up early, still getting ready. Apollo felt ready, but that's because he was a God. He had this power always ready, but everyone else didn't. Especially, Rose.
He practiced with her even more that morning, and he could sense her anxiety. She was distant, giving short replies, and focusing on nothing more than her training. It had been normal recently, and he didn't like it, so when he got her alone, he tried to tell her everything.
They were standing in the war room, ready to leave for the battlefield, both already in armor, and waiting for the other to speak. Rose stood on on side of the table, and Apollo stood across from her.
"Rose, I know that you're uncertain of your feelings, but I have to tell you how I feel," he told her.
She didn't say anything for a few moments, her mind not knowing what to do. "How do you know?"
He paused and felt confused. "How do I know?"
She nodded and took in a shaky breath. "How do you know what you feel? It's too hard." She looked down at the table. "My heart feels weird and heavy, and I don't think it's because of the war."
He stood in silence, making sure she had her time to speak. When she was done, he walked over to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's hard to know, Rose. It's like that for everyone. This won't make sense, but you know when you're in love. It's when you feel a feeling that you've never felt for anyone else."
She placed a hand over his and slowly looked up at him. She had a small smile and her eyes seemed to glow a little. She turned to face him and moved his hand to be against her chest. "I think I get what you mean, and I think I understand my problems. Andy, I-"
The door opened before she could speak another word and they looked over to see a warrior in their armor. "Hate to interrupt, but it's time."
"We're coming," Rose replied. Her voice was confident, but Apollo saw right through her. She was scared. Once the warrior left, she looked back over at him. She cupped his cheek and rubbed his cheek with her thumb. "Live for me, please."
He placed his hand on top of hers and smiled. "I will if you'll live for me," he asked her. This would've seemed like an innocent question, a lover wanting a promise, but this was more than an ordinary promise to him. He knew she was getting to the end, or at least close to it, and he needed something to comfort him during this. If she promised him that she'd try, then it would ground him.
"I promise you that I will live today," she said with confidence. That confidence made his heart ache, but she didn't know that, and it was okay. She squeezed his cheek once and pulled away. "Come on. It's time to face this head on." She exited the room and he followed after her.
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They walked to the front lines and listened as Anastasia said some few words. Apollo got to see the king standing amongst his soldiers, ready to fight. He looked at Rose and gave a cruel smile, but Rose didn't back down. She bared her teeth at him and showed no fear. However, Apollo drowned out most of the words and sounds. His mind just focused on how he would fight, what he would do, and how he could protect Rose. He knew she was strong and able to defend herself, but there were many soldiers here, and he promised he'd protect her, and he didn't intend to break it.
He only tuned back in when he heard the other soldiers shout as they ran towards them. He shouted back and readied himself to fight.
And fight they did. The shouts as soldiers clashed together rang in his ears, the sound of metal on metal hurt, and he got hit several times. The spears made it easy for them to attack him, but he used that to his advantage. When they thrusted it towards him, he'd grab it at the last second, pull the soldier towards him, and end them in a few seconds. Part of him was disgusted at this, but another part was excited. The rush went through him and it went on for awhile. He didn't know how long it was, but when he finally looked around him, he saw that there were only a few warriors left.
However, his attention was brought to something else. He saw Rose and the King fighting at their own part of the field. She was blocking his spear with her own, jabbing at him and pulling back when he jabbed back. He saw her let out a shout when the spear scratched her skin, almost stabbing her. It made him panic and he almost ran over to her, but he saw other warriors running towards him. He knew she could handle herself, so he let her fight her own battle and focused on his.
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He let out a shout of his own when he ended the warrior below his feet, and he looked around to see many bodies and a few more warriors fighting, but far away. He let out a sigh and he knew his power was running out. He felt like using the rest to help the other soldiers, but that thought went out of his mind when he heard a scream. This was a scream of pure pain and he knew who's voice it was.
He turned to the direction where it came from and saw Rose on her knees sitting up straight, blocking the Kings spear with her own, and bleeding from her side. It could've been a mere scratch, but he knew it wasn't. He knew it was worse than that, so he didn't wait anymore. He began to run towards them, pushing many warriors out of the way, even if they were on his side. He saw them talking and he could imagine her saying the most vulgar things she'd never said to anyone else.
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"I guess this is the end for this mercenary," the King said through his teeth. He pressed his spear down harder.
Rose bared her teeth back at him as she groaned at the strain. "Even if it is, you know we've already won."
"How so?"
Rose groaned as she pushed the King back in a sudden sprout of strength. He fell on his back and she moved to be on top of him. "Because you will die," she said with venom in her voice. She raised her spear in the air, the tip pointed down at the kings head, and was moving to end him, but stopped when she felt a sudden pain in her stomach. She gasped and looked down to see the King's dagger stabbing her. She looked back at the King and he smiled.
"This is your end and you should just accept it. Get ready for Tartarus!"
After a moment Rose gave a small chuckle and leaned closer. "Well, if I die today, then I won't be going alone. I'll drag you down with me!" She thrusted her spear down, it's tip landing right through the King's head. It was a gruesome sight, but she felt relief when she knew the King was dead. She forgot about her injury for a moment, but only a moment. Her hearing went a little fuzzy and she felt dizzy and she knew this was it. Her body had gone through enough.
She let out a breath as she fell to the side, her body going limp and her consciousness fading. The last thing she felt was someone touching her shoulder and pulling her onto her back, saying something to her.
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Apollo saw her fall onto her side and he felt his heart stop. He ran even faster to her, and when he got to her side he got on his knees. He pulled her by the shoulder onto her back and looked at her. Her eyes were almost completely closed and unfocused, her breathing was shallow, and she had blood everywhere. He began to breathe faster in panic, but managed to scream out to the others for help.
He held her cheek and made her look at him. "You'll be okay. Live for me," he told her. He watched her let out a noise, almost a word, and close her eyes as she went unconscious. He picked her up gently and carried her to the other warriors. They all looked over at him with worry and surprise and ran over to him. "She needs help! Now!"
The warriors nodded and explained that she had to be taken to the castle. "She won't make it that far!"
"She will if we hurry!" A warrior said, her voice filled with worry.
He nodded and carried her back to the castle. It wasn't a very far trip, but it wasn't close and he could barely hear her breathing. He knew this was it, he knew this was dangerous, he knew her time was up, and he knew this was goodbye. She accepted death in each timeline, now it was his time to accept hers.
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When they got to the castle, guards led Apollo to a medic. There was an area for treating the wounds of the warriors, but the medic knew this was serious and more important, so he took her to another room in the castle. He grabbed all of his medicine and tools and made Apollo lay Rose on a bed in a room. It looked like a guest room, but it was still safe for her.
The medic made Apollo leave, and he did, but he didn't go far. He went and stood by the door. He was leaning against the wall beside the door and began to think. His head filled with terrible ideas, horrible memories, and gods awful things. Rose was dying and he had to accept it. But he didn't want to. Another part of him kept saying she could live, she would make it, and that this one promise would be kept, but he knew deep down it wouldn't be.
After a few minutes, his thoughts were broken when he heard a distant voice shouting for people to move. It was familiar and he knew it immediately.
"Oizys?!"
"Apollo?!" She yelled.
He heard her heels click against the floor as she ran to him, and he was scared to see her. Her sister was dying and he couldn't stop it. However, when she turned the corner and ran to him, she didn't look angry. She looked desperate.
She grabbed his arm when she got to him and panted her words out. "Please, let me be the one to see her."
"What do you mean?"
"The doctor. He won't be able to save her, but he'll make her stable enough for someone to see. Let me be that person. Please," she begged.
Apollo wanted to see Rose, he wanted to see her so bad. He wanted to say goodbye to her, but he wasn't heartless. He knew she deserved to see her more than he did. He nodded and squeezed her hand. "Of course. You deserve it."
Oizys let out a sigh of relief and let him go. She joined him on the wall as they both waited. It felt like agony, but they knew the doctor was doing all he could. He was going through every method he could, doing everything he could to save her, and it took time. Time they were more than willingly to give.
They jumped when they heard the door open. Oizys got in front of the doctor with a frantic look. "Is she okay?"
"She's stable, but she won't make it."
"Can I see her? Please?"
The doctor thought for a moment, but nodded with a sigh. "She might not be fully conscious or even able to respond, but you can go see her."
She smiled and thanked the doctor as she practically ran into the room.
She opened the door and looked at Rose. She was laying on a bed with bandages wrapped around her middle. It went from her collarbone to her stomach. Multiple spots had blood stains and it was clear the blood was barely stopped.
She was going to die. This wound was the last one she would be able to handle.
Oizys shut the door harshly and ran to the side of the bed. She sat close to where Rose's middle was, and reached for her hand. It was barely warm. She was barely hanging on.
She took in a shaky breath and spoke in a whisper. "Rose, can you open your eyes?"
Rose groaned as if her voice was too loud, even though it was so soft, but she slowly opened her eyes and they focused on Oizys. She was slightly leaning down to be closer to her and when she saw her blue eyes, she smiled.
"Hey, Rose. I'm here for you." She said all of her words slowly. She didn't even know what to say to her. Yet, Rose smiled at her and squeezed her hand slightly.
"Hi, Oizys." Her look turned to confusion. "What are you doing here?"
Oizys smiled at the fact that she could still speak and realize that she was here. "I wanted to see you before you go." Her voice cut off at the end, her sadness slipping through.
Rose let out a little laugh that ended in a cough. "I guess this is my time?"
Oizys nodded and looked down at the bed sheet as she thought. She didn't know what to say, what to talk about, or what to do. She couldn't do anything. Her sister was dying in front of her eyes, and yet she couldn't do anything but sit and hold her.
"Don't look so sad," Rose said in a soft comforting voice. She sounded like a mother. She reached her other hand up and placed it against Oizys cheek.
Oizys looked back at Rose and she saw her eyes watering. It in turn made her own eyes water, but she couldn't let herself cry. She held them back and held the hand that was on her cheek. "I'll try for you." She leaned into Rose's hand and closed her eyes. "I'll always try for you. Always."
Rose closed her eyes as a headache started to form. She pushed it aside and tried to focus on Oizys. She opened them back up and took in a painful breath to speak. "Did they let you in here?"
Oizys opened her eyes and nodded. "I had to beg to get in here," she said with a shaky laugh.
"Dang. They almost never let anyone see someone."
"Well, I'd do whatever it took to come and see you."
Rose groaned as the headache came back with a sharp stab of pain. It was gone as soon as it came, but the headache was still slightly pounding. Oizys gasped quietly at the noise and grabbed one of Rose's hands, holding it against her chest.
"I know it hurts, but please try to hold on," she begged. She held her hand against her chest, right over her heart. Her heart was beating out of control and Rose noticed it.
"Your heart sounds like it's about to jump out of your chest," she said with another laugh. She was in pain, but she tried to keep things light. Like she always did.
Oizys nodded and smiled. "Really? I would've never noticed." Her snark caused both of them to laugh. They were like old friends even if they barely knew each other.
"I know I already asked, but why are you here? To see me off?" Her thumb stroked Oizys cheek to comfort her. She didn't let her hand go off of her cheek and it was a comfort to both of them.
"Yeah. I wanted to see you one more time. I wanted," she paused for a moment, "I wanted to know more of your stories. You're a mercenary, so you have to have some good ones."
Rose smiled and nodded. "I definitely have good ones. I remember when I went to collect fur for a woman, I went into the woods and got lost. But I didn't have time to just look around because I heard a growl from behind me. I turned around and saw a wolf a littles away from me. I jumped so high in the air and ran away. I eventually found my way back into the town, and thankfully the wolf decided I wasn't worth it."
Oizys smiled at that story. "I never thought you'd be the one to get lost. You're always the one guiding," she said with a fond voice.
Rose groaned again as another painful stab came. Once again, it was gone as soon as it came, but now the headache was a little louder and more painful. She pushed it aside once again and kept looking at Oizys. She tilted her head slightly as she stared into her eyes. "I never noticed your eyes. They're a slight red color."
Oizys eyes widened slightly and she nodded. "Yeah. They've been like that since I was born."
"Where are you from?"
Oizys struggled to find an answer. She wanted to tell the truth, but she couldn't. "I'm from someplace far away. I'm glad you don't have to see it. It's not that pretty."
Rose let out a noise of disagreement. "How could a place so bad let something so beautiful escape?" She gave her usual smile and Oizys's heart dropped.
"You've been there before," Oizys whispered out.
Rose closed her eyes as another stab of pain happened, and instead of the headache getting worse, it disappeared. It felt like a bubble popping and she suddenly remembered who she was and who the woman in front of her was.
Oizys noticed it as soon as Rose did. Those blue eyes of hers began to slightly glow and Oizys just knew she was back. "Elpis!" she gasped out.
Rose blinked several times before she finally could look at Oizys clearly. This was her sister. The Goddess of Despair. "Oizys...you're here," she said slowly. She felt like she was waking up from a long sleep, and her thoughts were tangled together. But she couldn't focus on it for long because the edges of her vision began to go black.
"Elpis?!" Oizys voice was loud and begging for her to come back, to hang on, but she couldn't.
Her grip on her cheek began to go limp and her body began to go cold, but before she closed her eyes, she gave one last smile at Oizys and a few words. "We'll meet again. I promise."
And then she was gone. Her eyes closed and her body went completely cold.
Oizys gasped and felt her heart shatter. "Elpis? Elpis?!" She called out to her in pain, needing to hear her again. She couldn't believe she was gone, she didn't want to, but it was clear she was. She was completely gone, and this time she was on the edge of becoming herself again. Her true self.
Before she knew it, those tears came rolling down her cheeks. She saw her sister finally, finally got to talk to her and almost had her back, but Fate wasn't kind to them.
Oizys let out a loud sob and laid her forehead against Rose's. She cried as she thought of her sister, the way she sang, the beautiful dresses she liked, and the person she was, not knowing that out that door, Apollo was waiting and heard her shouts of pain.
He felt confused as he heard her shout that, but he knew something was wrong. Something had slipped through Oizys, something big, and he had to know.
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Once Oizys came out of the room, he asked to speak to her. He saw the tears still falling from her eyes and he knew this was bad. Something inside of her broke because of Rose and he wanted to know what. He wanted to know why she said Elpis, who that is, why she called Rose that, and what happened between them.
He walked her to another room in the palace. It was a spare bedroom and he sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn't relax and he knew she couldn't either. She was still standing, facing the closed door, arms crossed tightly, and he could hear her sniffling.
"I'm sorry," he told her.
She didn't say anything to him. Her throat hurt from her shout and it felt too tight to say anything. The only thing that escaped were quiet sobs.
He let her be for a few moments and he let his own tears fall. He lost her again. She slipped out of his fingers again. He turned his back for one moment and she suffered again. But after a few minutes he cleared his throat and did his best to be cautious. "Why did you say Elpis? Did someone enter the room when I wasn't looking?"
"No," she croaked out. "Rose is Elpis, you idiot." Her anger was rising at him. She didn't understand how he couldn't sense her power, how he didn't have any clue that she wasn't human.
"Who is Elpis exactly?" He was confused because he'd never heard that name, or he hadn't heard it in a long time.
"Like I said before, she's my sister." Her voice broke when she said 'sister'. That connection of theirs was hurting her.
"But how?" Apollo asked with confusion. He didn't know everything about family trees, but now he knew these were two goddesses he was talking about, and he had to know the history.
Oizys sighed and turned around to face him. Her arms were still crossed and she showed no emotion on her face. "We are both from Tartarus. We are daughters of Nyx. When she was put in Tartarus, she had six children. They have a father named Erebus, but then she had children with no father."
Apollo tried to intervene, ready to ask questions, but she held up her hand and he knew to be quiet.
"She had the Hesperides, and had twins. The twins are me and my brother, Momos, who represents blame and mockery. We are meant to go together." She looked down at the floor and Apollo knew she was upset.
"Do you still see him? Is he here?" He asked with curiosity. He didn't understand how this related to Elpis, but it had to. He spoke quietly, trying not to alarm her or push her. He didn't know much about Tartarus, but he knew it wasn't the best place to be, and it was clear it had an effect on her.
She looked back up at him and shook her head. "No. I do not see him. I wasn't close with him, anyways. The only thing he did was encourage my terrible behavior and make me want destruction. All until I found her," she finished with a smile. Her tone was lighter at the end and he knew who she was thinking of.
"You found Rose."
She nodded and looked out the window behind him. Her eyes were distant and she was remembering the moment, but it turned sad when she remembered everything fully. "I was living there with the other children, and it was dark. The feelings I felt were awful and it hurts to think about them now. But as I walked in Tartarus and lived, I one day found a girl." She closed her eyes and was running the events through her head.
"I was older, I guess I looked eighteen, and she looked the same. She was in a dark corner, sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest, her chin resting on her arms that were folded on her knees. She looked scared, and I couldn't help but walk up to her. I was drawn to her, and when I got close enough, she looked over at me and I finally got to see her fully. She had black hair, bright blue eyes that glowed in the darkness, and a blue dress."
Apollo smirked at that and huffed. "Just like always." He remembered every time he met her and what she was wearing. She was always wearing a blue dress and her favorite color was always blue. The only difference was that her eyes didn't glow and that her hair was brown.
She looked back at Apollo. "Yeah, I guess so," she said with a smile. She rarely smiled at Apollo, but them both having Rose in common made them slightly get along.
"I sat next to her and I could feel a warmth spreading through me. And I knew a coldness was spreading through her. We were both scared. I never felt that feeling before, and it was coming from her. At first it felt suffocating and I hated it, but after only a few moments, it felt natural and comforting, so I stayed. We looked at each other for a few moments before we talked. I told her my name and she told me hers."
"So she's just like she is now. Spreading warmth and love to everyone around her."
She shook her head. "No. It was more powerful. Just like me, she had an effect on people. Not just because of her personality, but because of her power. She was the light that managed to survive in the darkness, even with a dark force right next to her. She was born from darkness, yet was full of light." She explained Elpis's power to him, trying to make him understand who she was. Who she is.
"And we talked for a long time. I realized she was my sister when she followed me back to my mother. Nyx greeted her with love and her eyes lit up with a spark of something. I guess you would call it love mixed with happiness. She showed love to all of her children, but she never looked that happy at any of us. But Nyx didn't treat her different, which meant she was still in the dark." Her face turned to one of anger and her grip on her arms tightened. "It...made me really angry. I saw many of our siblings messing with her, asking her why she was the way she was, why she even existed, and I grew tired of it. Mother stopped it most of the time, but she couldn't stop them from following the urge inside them."
"Then how did you even get out? Isn't it impossible to leave Tartarus?"
"It is, but someone let us out. One day someone tried to take me and Momos to the surface. I didn't know why at first, but I felt fear. I wanted to leave to go to the surface, I wanted to be anywhere but there, but...I didn't want to leave without her." Her voice was shaky at the end and he knew she still felt fear from that moment.
"You didn't want to be without Elpis."
"Yes. I didn't want her to be there without me, and I knew that we could take anything as long as we were together." She laughed softly. "And I don't know how it happened, but when I was being pulled out, I felt a soft hand holding mine. We were surrounded by light and I couldn't see, but I knew it was her and I pulled her close. I woke up in a garden area soon after, and right beside me was Elpis. She was still unconscious, but alive. I felt relief until I found out who brought us here. Zeus came and found us and he was confused."
"He didn't expect two girls?
"No, he didn't. He expected me and Momos, but he knew she wasn't him. He was angry and didn't understand how she was there. I didn't realize why until I was told what my purpose was. My purpose was to punish the humans, make them feel the feelings I felt, make them do the things that I felt like doing deep down. I felt excited, but when I saw him look at my sister, my excitement was gone and replaced with fear once again. The king has a stronger influence than I do."
"And eventually she woke up. I helped her up into her own estate that was waiting for her. But then I was told that it was meant to be Momos and mine. All of it was meant to be for me and him. And when he saw that he wasn't with me," she paused for a second and he saw tears in her eyes. "He tried to take her away. He wanted to send her back because he didn't need her, he only wanted to punish the humans, but she wanted something different. She didn't even meet one yet, but she knew she wanted to protect them. She wanted to help them. She wanted the opposite of what I did, but I still didn't want her to leave." Her voice was tight and she was holding back more tears.
"That's when I met Aphrodite and Hades. They were with him and managed to calm him down and say that she could stay there. But only there. She couldn't go to the humans, she couldn't go do what she wanted. She could live on Olympus and effect them in any way she wanted, but they didn't need any more. They had enough. If she wasn't with me and didn't spread her own effect on humans, then the world would be a terrible, terrible place."
"Then, how did she do it? Zeus is very strict and the Gods follow his every will."
Her face went back to anger and she scoffed. "Well, I don't. I went to the world and I did what I did. I spread terrible things and I saw the world begin to turn into a dark place. It didn't happen instantly, but it slowly happened. I witnessed terrible things, and...I didn't want to anymore. Even I couldn't take that much. I went to her and managed to sneak her out. She was scared, but I comforted her and she was so happy. She met a few of the people in one town, and they smiled at her. I saw happiness in her and she seemed to glow. She spent time with them everyday and her idea was spreading."
"Idea?"
"The concept of Hope. The concept that the world isn't just despair, death, misery, and tragedy. They learned that the world is full of light, too, and they just needed to find it. And she helped them find it. She brought it to them and they accepted that hope and faith with no hesitation. It made me feel happy for once in awhile and I loved seeing her happy. I made sure she was safe every time she came down here." She smiled as she remembered every memory of her with the people, of her with her sister, and her living with her. Being with her.
"But, I eventually realized that my presence wasn't that great. The people feared me when I wasn't with Elpis, and I liked it. I liked that they still had fear in them, while also having hope and happiness. But I know my sister didn't exactly like that. She wanted just hope in this world with no sadness, but she knew that was not possible. And she didn't hate me for it either, she loved me no matter what. I could see it on her face every time she saw me. She knew I made people scared, but she still wanted to include me in every thing she did on the surface and on Olympus."
Apollo felt a pang of sadness in his heart. She found a sister she didn't know she had, let her into her heart, watched her get hated on, and then finally got her to a better place, only to realize her own presence wasn't good. They could be together, but they would contradict each other.
"I didn't want to hurt the people, I just wanted to make them scared and make them do whatever they wanted. My death, pain, fear, misery, and sickness only spread while I was there. I felt guilt, but my sister never pushed me away. She always invited me to go with her, to enjoy time with her, and continue to be with her. But I couldn't do it. I knew that I would keep hurting the people she cared for, so I left."
His eyes widened. "You left her?"
"She had Aphrodite and Hades and a few other friends. She had them! I saw the happiness on her face when we were all together, I saw it and I didn't want to ruin it. I wanted her to be happy, even if it meant I had to leave." She turned around to face the door, and those tears finally fell. They fell from anger and shame. Her head was down as she closed her eyes and remembered everything. "She was with friends, and I heard she was happy. I got updates from other divine beings and I knew she was safe. They always told me that she missed me, but she was safe. But then it went silent for years. The people stopped coming to me, but I kept living thinking things were okay."
She let out a sob and fell to her knees. Apollo got up quickly and moved to kneel beside her. Her head was down, hands were folded together on her lap, and more tears fell. He placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her, and she didn't have the strength to push him away.
"And then maybe thirty years later, someone came back to me, but not with good news. I found out that...she died. She was murdered by someone, and the gods didn't even know who did it. How is that possible?!" Her anger was clear and her power was slipping out again. Her voice was full of pain and she didn't care how loud she was anymore. "And I learned that I have a niece! She has a daughter that I had no idea about. And Elpis tried to find me. She TRIED APOLLO! But they stopped her from going, they were afraid of her getting hurt, and I understand it, but why did no one come to me? I would've come back, but they didn't want me back!"
She banged her fists against the floor and sniffled. "But they didn't let her go. They knew my presence was bad, and they made sure I stayed and did my job like I was supposed to. I was supposed to cause chaos, and how could I cause chaos if I wasn't on the surface? They stopped me from seeing my sister and the next time I even hear her name, I find out she's DEAD!" She banged her fists against the floor again, pain going through them. "And I couldn't do anything...I just had to accept the fact that she was dead. I didn't know what to do...". She sniffled and coughed from the pain in her throat. "So I didn't do anything. I just...lived. I kept moving from place to place, never staying, never meeting new people, just letting my presence be known. I enjoyed it, but I also hated it."
She went silent for a few minutes, but eventually continued. She sounded tired and pained, and her power was back in control. "I was alone for so long. Until one day I felt it again. I felt that warmth come back into my life. It was there, but it was distant. She was distant, but somewhere. I couldn't find her, but you did." She looked up at him and had a look of despair. "I couldn't find her, but you did. You helped her, but at the same time doomed her. I found her the third time when she was in the war. I was proud that she was still trying to find peace, but I also felt proud that she accepted not everything can be peaceful. She was learning, but I wasn't there. And then I found out she was cursed. I learned that she had already died twice."
She looked back at the ground and banged her fists against the ground. "I found out she was cursed and I couldn't do anything. I STILL can't do anything."
It went silent for a few minutes and Apollo wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He dealt with losing Rose, but Oizys dealt with losing her when she wasn't there. She didn't know how she died, why she died, she just knew she was dead, and she dealt with the grief hard. She didn't have anyone to go to, but he did. She felt the pain more than he ever could. And he would never suffer the way she does.
"I'm sorry," he whispered out. It was the only thing he knew how to say. It became a common thing for him to say.
Oizys didn't say anything in return, she only kept trying to pull herself together. And when she did, she stood up slowly and wiped her face. "Do not be sorry. We can't change what has already happened. We can only try to change the future." She sighed and walked out the room. She closed the door quietly and Apollo was left with the silence in the room.
He felt relief, sadness, and still confusion. Relief because he now knew who the mystery woman was. He knew why she looked like Rose. It's because she is Rose, but her real name is Elpis. She is a Goddess, who died at someone's hand, which caused the sadness. But then he was hit with confusion because...how did a human kill a Goddess? Why didn't Elpis find her sister? Why didn't they let her leave? Who is her daughter? How doesn't Olympus know who killed her? Many questions went through his mind and he knew he had to go to Olympus to find out.
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SOOO!!! I!! LOVE!! THIS CHAPTER!! I hope y'all enjoyed it too >:)). There's a lot of sadness but also a little bit of lore. I was going to include another scene with Olympus after Oizys explaining to Apollo, but I changed my mind because this is already long enough lol. But yeah I hope you like it! It took me too long to think of the fight scene but it only took me like an hour today. Weird but yeah-
Once again: I did proofread but I could miss things, so sorry if something is wrong or messed up.
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Open Deities, Sorted by Elements for Elemental Witches
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(deities name): (religion/region); (god(dess) of what); (anything that is sacred to them); (any other information that may be interesting or important.)
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Deities of the Earth:
Mother Earth: Most religions believe in a Mother Earth. She is either a stand alone deity, the mother of other deities, or the mother of all life itself. Gaia (Greek; the personification of the Earth), Heavenly Mother (Christian; May be Mary, mother of Jesus), Hecate (mother of witches in Greek or the Mother goddess in Wicca), Nammu (Primeval goddess in Sumaria.) As there are many different ideas on who the Mother goddess is, there is no exact way to worship, however, if you believe that Mother Earth is her own presence, away from goddesses, then just take care of the Earth around you. Geb: Egyptian; God of the Earth; Geese represent this god; Husband and brother of Nut, the sky goddess. Abnoba: Gaul; Goddess of forests and rivers; Very popular around the Black Forest Area; There is not a lot known about this goddess, sadly. Nantosuelta: Gaul; Goddess of nature; very little is known about her, however it appears that crows are a special animal to her. Sucellus: Celtic/Roman; God of agriculture and wine; depicted carrying a mallet or some sort of large hammer. Viridios: Celtic/Roman; God of vegetation; associated with axes and archways. Apple Tree Man: English; Spirit of the oldest apple orchard in England. Ostara: German; Goddess of Spring; Associated with hares and eggs; it is said that she flies over the land, spreading spring in her wake. Chloris: Greek; goddess of flowers; little is known about her, as her story never seems to be the same. Hegemone: Greek; goddess of blooming plants; not much is known about her Oxylus: Greek; thought to be a daimon of forests, but not much is known as his story changes. Pan: Greek; God of the wild; a satyr god, can be seen playing with nymphs and dryads and playing his pipes. Rhea: Greek; Mother Goddess/titan of a large percentage of the Olympians; Goddess of the wild mountains; her sacred animal is a lion. JĂśrĂ°: Norse; personification of the Earth; Mother of Thor and âpartnerâ of Odin. IĂ°unn: Norse; Goddess of Spring; heavily associated with apples and being youthful. SkaĂ°i: Norse; Goddess of Mountains; associated with skiing and bowhunting Sif: Norse; Goddess associated with the Earth; golden hair is said to represent the plentiful wheat fields.
Deities of the Sky:
Latobius: Celtic; God of the sky and mountains (overlap of Earth and Sky); little is known about him, minus that he is typically found at the summits of mountains. Nuada: Celtic; God of the Sky and Wind; Little is known, however his sacred weapons are the Sword of Nuada and the Silver-hand of Nuada Sulis: Celtic; Goddess of hot springs, however assumed to be the original sun goddess in this pantheon; She is sometimes associated with the Goddess Minerva in the Roman pantheon. Ambisagrus: Celtic; God of Rain, Hail, and the Sky; little is known about him. Dagr: Germanic; Personification of the Day; little is known, but he has a horse named Skinfaxi. Eostre/Ostara: Germanic; Originally the goddess of the dawn, now worshiped as the goddess of spring, however can be both at the same time; Represents both. MÄnĂ´: Germanic; Personification of the Moon; Brother of the sun, SĹwilĹ. NĂłtt: Germanic; Personification of the Night; like many Germanic gods, she rides a horse to bring in the night. SĹwilĹ: Germanic; Personification of the Sun; Sister of MÄnĂ´. Teiwaz: Germanic; God of the Sky; not much is known, however he was mentioned in Roman writing as Mars Thingsus. Aether: Greek; God of the Upper Air; also known as the God of Light. Astraeus: Greek; God of Dusk; also known as the titan god of the sky and stars. Eos: Greek; Goddess of Dawn; Some sacred objects are Roses, the Tiara, and Horses Helios: Greek; Personification of the Sun; ruled the sun as a titan before Apollo took over when the titans fell. Hemera: Greek; Goddess of Day; married her brother, Aether, and gave birth to Gaia, Uranus, and Thalassa. Iris: Greek; Goddess of Rainbows; also a minor messenger for the gods. Some symbols of hers are the caduceus, and the pitcher. Nyx: Greek; Goddess of the Night; her symbols include eggs, stars, dark fog and the new moon. Selene: Greek; Personification of the Moon; bulls, torches and the crescent moon are symbols of hers. Uranus: Greek; God of the Sky; son of Hemera and brother of Gaia and Thalassa. Amun: Egyptian; God of the Wind; also credited as being the god of creation; represented with a ram headed sphinx. Hathor: Egyptian; Goddess of the Sky; consort and daughter of Ra; her animal is a cow. Horus: Egyptian; God of the Sun; Represented with the Eye of Horus and his animal is the falcon. Khonsu: Egyptian; God of the Moon; represented with a moon disk and the falcon. Mehet-Weret: Egyptian; Goddess of the Sky; her animal is a cow, specifically laying on a mat of reeds. Nut: Egyptian; Goddess of the Sky; represented by cows and stars. Ra: Egyptian; God of the Sun; represented by sun disks. Shu: Egyptian; God of Air; represented by the ostrich feather.
Deities of the Water:
Anuket: Egyptian; goddess of the Nile and nourisher of the fields. Bairthy: Egyptian; goddess of water; depicted with a small pitcher on her head. Hapi: Egyptian; God of Nile floods; he helps fertilize the area surrounding the river so crops can grow. Khnum: Egyptian; god of the Nile; one of the first known gods of the region. Nephthys: Egyptian; Â goddess of rivers; also given the titles goddess death and the night. Nu: Egyptian; personification of waters; debated if Nu is a god, so we are calling him a personification. He also has a feminine version- Naunet. Satet: Egyptian; goddess of the floods; Said to work with Hapi. Sobek: Egyptian; god of the Nile river; depicted as a crocodile god. Tefnut: Egyptian; goddess of water; also the goddess of fertility Belisama: Celtic; goddess of lakes and rivers; also considered a Roman goddess. Grannus: Celtic; god of mineral springs; also associated with spas and the sun. Nantosuelta: Celtic; river goddess; associated with fire and fertility. Nodens: Celtic; god of the sea; sacred animal is the dog, as he is also associated with hunting. Damona: Celtic; a river goddess; also closely associated with healing. Father Thames: English; the personification of the River Thames; he is still a popular symbol of the river to this day. Acionna: Gaulish; a water goddess; also considered a Roman Goddess. Condatis: Gaulish; god of the river called River Wear; also a god of healing. Sirona: Gaulish; a goddess healing springs; her sacred animal is a snake. Danu: Celtic; river goddess; in Irish culture, her counterpart is a mother goddess. Ăgir: Norse; personification of the sea; is associated with brewing ale for the gods. Nehalennia: Germanic; goddess of the North Sea; most widely worshiped in the Netherlands region. Njord: Norse; god of seafaring; Father of Freyr and Frayja RĂĄn: Norse; goddess of the sea; also associated with seabound deaths. Aegaeon: Greek; god of violent sea storms; allied with the titans during the war Amphitrite: Greek; sea goddess; wife of Poseidon and Queen of the Sea Brizo: Greek; goddess of sailors; typically worshiped by the wives of sailors Ceto: Greek; goddess of sea monsters; one of the most ancient deities. Cymopoleia: Greek; goddess of giant storm waves; Daughter of Poseidon
Deities of the Fire
Brigit: Irish; goddess of fire; daughter of the dagda Grannus: Celtic; god of fire; associated with the sun Hestia: Greek; goddess of the hearth and fire; Gave up her throne on Olympus for Dionysus Prometheus: Greek; god of fire, said to have created humans from clay Logi : Norse; personifies fire; is considered a jotunn Ra: Egyptian; god of fire; is credited with pulling the sun across the sky
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suitkovia ; baron zemo x fem!reader
status â completed oneshot
warnings â SMUT SO MINORS GO AWAY, unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex (both m and f receiving), cursing, cheek and clit slapping, groping(ish)
word count â 3,457 words
pairing â fashion designer!helmut zemo x model!reader
a/n âzemo is such a fucking hot daddy and daniel bruhl is just as hot â and what was i gonna do?? not write about it??? psh no way! also blame the suitkovia video because he was so fucking hot andgoofy there.. enjoy this self-indulgent fic! also idk if you can be a baron and a fashion designer but letâs pretend that thatâs possible okay? feedback is appreciated and hope u guys have a lovely day !! :>Â
also the ones in italics are in sokovian, i just didnt want to translate it into something lmao
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âSir, your newest model has arrived,â Oeznik informed with a smile; and just as he announced it, the mentioned woman walked in and into the line of sight of the famous Sokovian designer.
Putting down the now empty glass of whiskey he earlier downed, he stood up and approached her, âHello Y/N,â He huskily greeted her as his hands gently landed on her arms which allowed him to lean over and plant tender kisses on both her cheeks, âI am eternally grateful for your endorsement and modelling of our line of clothes.â
The kiss caught her off guard â but in a pleasant way â and she could only smile coyly, âIf anything it is my pleasure to be able to wear your masterpiece of garments, Baron; Iâm honoured that you thought of me.â
Releasing his grip from her he then held out a hand for her to take, once she did she was being led in front of the racks of clothes that were lined up â waiting for her to be worn. âDid you want a drink? Perhaps a Turkish delight?â
Eyeing the coffee table where a small platter of sweets and food lay along with some refreshments, she shook her head no and politely declined. âYou can leave us now, Oeznik. And we are not to be disturbed, yes?â
âOf course, Sir.â
When the two men spoke in Sokovian, it made her quite uneasy but when she watched the designer run his hands along the fabric of the gowns that were hung, she thought that he was talking about one of the dresses. The wooden doors noisily shut behind her as the assistant left the two of the alone in the room.
âThank you, again, for coming in here a day earlier than the arranged photoshoot,â He grabbed a gown off the rack and carefully carried it in front of her. âOf course, I understand that it was necessary to ensure that the clothes would fit me well.â
Nodding, he then handed her the silk tulle gown with a smile, âMay you try this on first?â Taking the soft gown from him she silently complied and headed to the dressing room he pointed at.
While waiting for her to get changed, he sat down and poured himself another glass of whiskey. Perhaps it was due to her training or attributable to her various ramp model gigs, she quickly changed into the gown; there was one setback however, there was a zipper on the back that was too far for her to reach.
Walking out of the dressing room, she cleared her throat â effectively catching the attention of the Sokovian designer, âBaron? I need some help with the zipper.â She turned around and his breath was hitched in his throat as he saw how beautiful she looked.
âOf course I can help, darling,â He snapped out of his adoring gaze and stood up quickly to zip up the dress. Feeling the pad of his fingers along her skin resulted in both of them feeling a rush of electricity run through. âAll done, love.â
It was comical how the fabric whirled around in slow motion as she twirled around to face him; he took a few steps back to admire her fully, âYou look exactly like the goddess Persephone, darling.â
Walking in front of the the full length mirror that was placed in the far back part of the room, she observed herself in the eloquently-designed gown and smiled, âThe gown looks like something straight out of a fairytale; and it fits me well,â She faced him as she remembered the last part of his statement, âPersephone? Is that your inspiration for this new line?â
Finishing off the remaining liquor he had poured out before nodding and explaining, âThe recent books that Iâve been reading are about the Greek gods and goddesses.â He then stood behind her and gently touched her waist, his breath tickling her ear as he spoke, âAnd Persephone stood out to me the most.â
âNot Aphrodite? Is she not the most beautiful goddess in Mount Olympus?â
âTouche,â He smirked and removed his hands from her sides and went back to the racks and fetched the blue, floral gown that was the first design he made for his most current collection, âBut the Olympian beauty wasnât my focus on all, for I was far too intrigued with Persephone.â
A pout formed her lips as she was confused with his reasoning, âChange into this one first then I can answer the questions you have,â He assured her as if he could read her mind.
Thankfully the second gown that was handed for her to try on was easier for her to zip up; but at the same time she was dismayed at the realization that she wouldnât be able to feel his hot touch on her skin. Upon stepping out of the velvet dressing room, she announced, âI think this is my favorite gown by far. This really makes me feel like a goddess.â
âTo be fair, princess, with or without the clothes you would be crowned a goddess.â
The blunt comment had her biting her lip as she felt undeserving of his praise; standing next to him in front of the mirror, she shook her head and replied, âWell Iâm not Greek so your argument is invalid, Baron.â
Once again, his hands roamed around her body â but this time his hands settled on her bare shoulders, âNot all goddesses are Greek; there are Nordic, Celtic, Indian â to name a few.â Looking to her right, where he had rested his chin while his hooded eyes took in every inch of her, she gulped down, âCultured and intelligent all on top of having a great eye and sense of fashion â is there something youâre lacking?â
âJust my Persephone,â He muttered after placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder. That piqued her interest, she created some distance between the two of them but she laced her hands with his as she smirked, âYou think of yourself as Hades?â
âIn a way, I do,â He disconnected himself from her and was skimming through the different dresses he had planned for here to wear, âAre you the king of the underworld?â From her tone it was obvious that she was slightly teasing him, but he decided to give her a serious answer either way.
âDespite how magnificent that would be, I am not,â His eyebrows lifted up in excitement as he picked one of the next gowns that Y/N would try on, âBut I do admire his passion; he and I share that same thing, you know?â
Handing it over to her, she got the signal that it was her next frock she was to try on; silently, she nodded and took the dress and headed to the dressing room. As she slid on the crepe gown, she then nodded to herself and smiled.
A low whistle was heard when she stepped out in front of the mirror, with a smile Zemoâs fingers danced around her neck as he fastened the cape in its place, âNow you look like something carved out of marble.â
Trailing down from her neck, his hands settled themselves on top of her breasts, âIs the neckline too much?â Her chest heaved up in anticipation as she shook her head no, âI donât think it is, Baron.â
Smiling, he nodded and placed a kiss on the intersection of her neck and shoulders, âIâm delighted you feel so, darling. I feel like you have questions regarding my earlier statement.â Her small nod encouraged the designer to explain further, âHades is often dismissed for he is the king of the dead. But, if anything, I think it is his passion for Persephone that he should be known for.â
âOh?â Was the only word that escaped her with a shaky breath; a simple kiss in her skin had reduced her brain into a puddle, but the simple word spurred him to continue, âAfter finding the woman of his dreams, he did everything in his power to keep her in his arms.â His hands then slid down from her breasts and to her waist, pushing her body closer to his. Taking in her heavenly scent, he smiled upon feeling goosebumps against the skin of her shoulder where his lips were.
âHave you found your Persephone then?â
âI have now,â He gruffly spun her around and latched his lips on hers; she quickly welcomed his soft lips as she opened her mouth and moaned out as  his hands nestled themselves on her ass, occasionally squeezing her cheeks. Her hands ran along his bearded cheeks and pushed him closer to her.
She whimpered when he tore off the cloak hastily and sucked on her neck, âYouâre so fucking beautiful, darling.â As soon as he unzipped her dress she automatically shrugged it off her shoulders, exposing how she didnât wear any kind of underwear underneath it. Amused, Zemo smirked as he ran his hand along her stomach, âDo you always go about without any kind of underwear?â
âNo, not really,â She denied, âItâs easier to slip in between dresses without underwear holding me back.â Holding onto her waist he then carried her to lay on her back on the velvet couch, âWell that just makes it easier for me to please my goddess.â
He dipped down and licked her clit with his thick, wide tongue; and with just one lick of his tongue she was placing her legs on his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. âFuck, more please,â Hearing her moan out for her, egged him to shove his tongue in her tight canal as he swirled around and tasted her sweet juices.
âWhat got you this wet, my little goddess?â It was a rhetorical question â which was a good thing for she was so deep in pleasure that she couldnât process anything in her pleasure-riddled brain. His thumb rubbed her clit vigorously while his other hand inched upward and grabbed onto her nipple, twisting and pulling on it.
âWere you this eager to be fucked, darling?â The vibrations of the filthy words had her locking her legs behind his neck, Â further nudging his tongue deeper into her pussy. A loud whine erupted from her mouth when he pulled his face away, âDoes that disappoint you, love?â
âPlease, Baron. I need you,â She moaned out, her eyes blinking as tears of pleasure threatened to spill out. Wordlessly, he slid two of his fingers in her pussy and lowered his mouth so he could lick her clit. He didnât break eye contact with her as she watched him lap her juices while his fingers were being squeezed by her damp walls.
âIs this what you needed, darling? Wanted my fingers?â She nodded as tangled her hand into his har, âFuck! How am I going to fit my cock when you are already struggling to take my fingers.â
Her chest was heaving up and down in pleasure as she thrashed around, âWant you, want you so bad.â Her declaration had his chest rumbling with pride as he pulled his fingers away and kissed her hardened nub one last time.
âIs that so? Can you take all of me inside you then?â He lifted his face right in front of hers, she moved to slant their lips together. Dribbling down from his mouth to hers, she got a faint taste of her juices; and in the modelâs opinion, it tasted better when it was mixed with his saliva.
âWant to please you first baron,â She clawed at the ends of his sweater, hands loving the feel of his warm back, âCan I taste you first?â The way she pleaded for him had him smirking at the realization that she was just as desperate for him as he was for her. Giving his consent silently, he helped lift off the cashmere sweater he was wearing and toss it on the foot. Switching both their sides so he lay under her posed as a challenge for her kisses went south â from peppering kisses on his beard, she lowered them until her cold mouth met the wide expanse of his chest.
âYou really have a way,â He paused his train of thought as her lips gave his nipple a gentle tug; his eyes darkened with desire as he watched her give the opposite nipple the same treatment before kissing her way down his stomach, âWith that precious tongue of yours, darling.â
The way her eyes peered up at him innocently contradicted the way her hands expertly unbuckled his pants; and once his pants, along with his underwear, was being moved off of him she licked her lips in anticipation. One hand stroked the entirety of his length while the other rested on his thigh, anchoring herself.
As if to test the waters, she placed kitten licks on the tip of his cock, âFucking hell, darling,â The designer moaned out once she lowered herself and allowed her mouth to enclose around half of his cock. The way his cock poked around the inside of her mouth was a delightful intrusion for her; soon enough the tip of his cock was poking the back of her throat.
His short nails were digging themselves against her hair as his chest rumbled in pleasure, âYou got me so close, love. Want to have a taste of Sokovia?â The chuckle he let out quickly died down when she fondled his balls with one hand as she shook her head a bit as she deepthroated him long enough until she gagged a bit.
It wasnât long before he spilled all over her mouth, Â âFuck, darling,â He moaned out as she milked him. Easing his grip on her head, he smiled upon seeing her lick her lips and open her mouth â showing him how he swallowed every single drop of his cum.
âYou taste delicious, Baron,â She said with a smile as she rose up from where she was kneeling and moved to sit on his lap, âCan I please ride you?â Her meek petition had him even harder. Wordlessly, he snaked an arm in his cock, tapping it against her pussy before sliding it in her; in one motion he was already halfway inside her.
âAlready so wet for me, darling,â Helmut moaned out when he lifted her by the asscheeks, leaving only his tip inside her; her nails were leaving marks on his shoulders as she mewled out, âPlease fuck me, Baron.â Just as she spoke the final syllable, he then rammed his cock all the  way in her, causing her to lurch forward, pressing her chest against his. It gave him leverage to fuck her fiercely yet slowly, as if savoring every moment inside her.
With her mouth pressed against his ear, she was moaning out loud for him which sounded like music to the designerâs ears; whereas his mouth was focused on leaving marks of his desire on her shoulder. âBeen wanting you for a while, love,â The Baron rasped out as his thrusts sped up when he felt her walls squeezing onto his thickness even more, âSaw you walk down the ramp at Milan and I just knew,â He groaned mid sentence when she moved away from him and leaned down to kiss him tenderly â a juxtaposition from where his cock was now mercilessly and swiftly entering her tight canal, âJust knew I had to have you.â
The declaration of his admiration had her feeling oddly more confident in herself, âAm I like everything you ever wanted, Baron?â He rapidly nodded before moving his head away to get a good look of her â she was biting her lip, yet it couldnât contain her delicious whimpers from reaching his ears, whereas with every bounce she made resulted in her breasts hypnotizingly moving along. Enclosing a nipple in his mouth, he pulled on it hard enough for her to rake her hands in his hair and shove him harder against her hardened nub.
âIâm so close, Baron,â She moaned out at the absence of his mouth, but was quickly satisfied when he took on the other nipple. Even without her verbal forewarning, he would have known that with the way it was getting more difficult for his cock to slide in and out of her clenched, wet walls. âAre you gonna claim my cock as yours, darling?â
Feeling the presence of his cock surpass her sweet spot and hit her cervix was too much for her as she weakly nodded, âWant you so bad,â She moaned out as she was starting to feel overwhelmed. The designer could feel his own cock pulse upon seeing her current state; he unwillingly removed his mouth from her now swollen nipples â much to both of their dismay â yet he tried to make up for it by lowering a hand to the front of her pussy, alternating between rubbing and pinching her clit. âI want you to cum for me, love,â He rasped out as his other hand was on her cheek, urging him to focus on him. âYour juices should be running down on my cock, okay?â
Slightly turning her head, she sucked on his thumb as she continued to rock herself harder on his cock â the thought of an impending orgasm sounding wonderful. A gasp escaped her lips when the Baron slapped both her cheek and clit when he did not receive affirmation from her, âI need your answer, darling, will you cum for me like the good girl I know you can be?â
Whether it was her desire to be his or the fact that she just didnât want that added stimulation, she nodded her head vigorously as she indistinctly muttered, âGonna cum for you, Baron. Want your cock all for myself.â
Pleased with her response, he then drove his cock in her deeper and harder while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as her lips were quivering right under his thumb was tucked in safely. With one particular harsh thrust, she came and bit on his thumb too hard; despite feeling a sharp pain, Zemo smirked and continued to ram his cock in and out of her as he too was on the brink of another orgasm.
As she was placing kitten lick on his thumb as an attempt to calm herself down, she allowed him to take control; it was incredible how much strength he had because with one hand latched on her hips, he was matching the way her body rose and fall matched the pace in which he was fucking her. âIâm never gonna let you go now, darling. Youâre all mine now.â
Delighted with that, she removed his thumb in her mouth and looked at him â fondness and lust portrayed through her eyes â and said, âCum in me, Baron.â As if her words set off a trigger, he came load after load of his cum, painting her walls as his. Panting heavily as he pressed his forehead against hers, taking in the glow that encompassed her entire body.
Lovingly stroking both her cheeks they both smiled at each other; she spoke up first, âI hope you donât always sleep with your models.â Despite the overwhelming pleasure she had just experienced, she couldn't prevent her from feeling insecure about the repercussions of their little rendezvous. The hairs at the nape of his neck was something she distracted herself with since she was too nervous for his response; tilting her head to get her to meet him eye to eye so he could reassure her, âNo, my love, I donât make it a habit to go and sleep around. Truth be told, from now on I only plan on sleeping with you.â
His line had her chuckling and lightly shoving his shoulder, still in disbelief with the words that left his mouth. âYouâre my Persephone, the one I have been searching for; and I have no plans of letting you go,â He spoke and looked at her wholeheartedly and genuinely, hoping that he would solidify his claim and hopefully get her to believe him.
As her lip quivered and eyes watered, she hugged him close and showered every inch of skin of his that she could reach with kisses, âYou donât know how much that means to me, Baron. I, too, would not do the foolish thing of letting you go, ever.â
It was only then that the designer knew what true happiness was as he rubbed her back gently, pushing her body even more closer to him, âYouâre with me now, darling, for life. Iâll treat you like the goddess that you are.â
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Graceful Gods (M)
Greek God!Jeongguk x Human!Reader
WordCount: 26k (Oh ho, tuck in)
Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Slight Crack, Strangers to Lovers!AU, Greek God!AU
Warnings: Marking, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Begging, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Bondage, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Big Dick!Jeongguk, Impreg Kink, Riding, Squirting, Cream Pie, Jeongguk Has Glittery Cum
A/N: THIS HAS BEEN MY BABY FOR A HOT MINUTE! Iâm so fucking proud of this fic and I did so much research that my head might explode and Greek Letters will come out! Thank you to @lunarlxveâ and @jung-hoseok-s-airplaneâ for beta reading it and giving me awesome feedback! Thank you to @ladyartemesiaâ who literally pushed me to write something so awesome AND SHE MADE A FUCKING GORGEOUS BANNER. LIKE DO YALL SEE THAT?! Anyway I hope you really enjoy it because my heart is so warm for this fic!
Eros, the Greek god of love, sexual desire and attraction
âAt the center of Greek mythology is a pantheon of deities who live on Mount Olympus, the highest mountain in Greece. Every aspect of human life was ruled by these deities. There were twelve main Olympians who ruled over such aspects. Olympian gods and goddesses are said to look much like women and men of this world but could also change their appearances into whatever they liked, animals and things of that nature. Most people know of the common gods, such as Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. But, there are others such as Dionysus- the god of wine, Aphrodite- the goddess of beauty and love, and even Hermes- the god of travel, who was in fact the personal messenger of Zeus. If youâve watched the movie Hercules youâll-â Professor Songâs voice becomes drowned out by the snort that comes from your left. You roll your eyes before craning your neck forward to keep listening to the lecture. Youâve always had an affinity to mythology of any kind since you were a child but, as you grew up Greek mythology stood out the most to you. You became enamored with it and decided to become a mythologist. Youâve heard of these tales countless times but you could always hear them once more.
A cough comes from next to you as you listen to the tale of Hephaestus and you roll your eyes once more before putting your hand underneath your chin. You jot down notes dutifully before looking up as Professor Song begins to wrap up the class. âFor the last portion of your grade, you will all be assigned to work with a partner. The theme of your project is Graceful Gods, a study on partnerships between the gods and goddesses. You may choose whichever two gods and goddesses you may like that have had a connection with one another. Now, this doesnât mean to watch Hercules a bunch of times and comment on those relationships between cartoons.âÂ
The class erupts into small giggles and you find yourself snorting at the lame joke. âSince I know that most of you cannot put yourselves together properly, looking at you Haeyun and Jowoon-â You giggle at his call out before paying attention again, â-you will all work with the person directly next to you at your tables.â Your eyes glance over to the long haired boy by next to you and you inwardly groan.
You know of him, of course you do. Who hasnât heard of him on campus, heâs a fuckboy that enjoys preying on the hearts of innocent girls. To be fair, he is one of the most beautiful people youâve ever seen in your life. His long black hair fell just above his chin and as he looks at you, you can see his coffee brown eyes with flecks of mocha mixed in. He smirks at you and your first instinct is to immediately swoon but you stop yourself and roll your eyes instead. His smirk only widens letting you view the way his eyes squint slightly as his head tilts. âIâm Jeongguk.â
His voice is melodic, dripping with saccharin sweetness and your body tenses up at his tone. He was smooth and of course, he knows it but you wouldnât budge. You just wouldnât. âDo you have a name? Or should I call you Nemesis?âÂ
So he knows more about mythology then he lets on. You take in his posture, the way he leans back in his chair smugly, legs stretched out in front of him as he folds his arms. He has no backpack, no notebooks or anything of the sort that is required. âHello? Nemesis?â His hand waves in front of your face and you grimace at him before pushing your chair back.Â
âY/N.â Your answer is short and he nods thoughtfully at the name as if it held some sort of riddled meaning. His hand digs into his ripped black jeans before pulling out his phone. âPut your number in so I can contact you. We can meet up whenever you arenât gagging over Ares.â
You shut your notebook before staring at the phone in his hand. âI do not gag over Ares.âÂ
He snorts before throwing his phone into your lap, dragging his thumb over his bottom lip as he looks you over. His expression is somewhat amused before putting his fist underneath his chin, âSong was talking about him and I saw your thighs twitch, he isnât all that by the way.â You shove your notebook into your backpack before freezing. He sounds so comfortable with this subject, itâs almost as if he knows him.
âOh yeah? How would you know?âÂ
âHow would I know what?â He snorts, a gentle breathy noise as people begin to get up and leave the lecture hall. âHow do you know that he isnât all that?â
He stares at you for a second before laughing loudly, his eyes crinkle as his mouth opens wide showing off a dimple on his cheek. You swallow gently as your eyes scan his handsome face. You zone in on the beauty mark beneath his bottom lip and you have to rip your eyes away before licking your lips.Â
âDid you know that Ares is one of the most disliked gods on Olympus? He has a quick temper and nasty disposition. Just because heâs handsome doesnât mean heâs the greatest guy ever. He didnât beat Herc when he fought him. So, he was unsuccessful. He pissed off Poseidon enough to physically murder his son. He had an affair with Aphrodite! Sheâs a beautiful soul and he just fucking stole her away. Heâs an asshole and, you canât fucking please him to save your life!â He rants carding his fingers through his hair, and you can see a vein begin to protrude in his neck as it flushes pink. He knows a LOT about mythology it would seem. Maybe it wouldnât be so bad to work on a project with him then.
âInteresting how you know you canât please him.â You jeer as you pick up his phone. His scoff is loud before looking to the wooden floor and widening his eyes. He gives a small embarrassed chuckle as you throw his phone back into his lap. You look at his worn leather jacket before standing up. âHit me up when you want to work on the project.âÂ
Your eyes flicker to your phone again, looking at the black screen before scoffing. âSo what he hasnât texted you. It isnât like he HAS too. Heâs a fuckboy. Heâll do what he pleases.â You mock to yourself before stepping out of your apartment.
Your walk to the university was relatively short, your eyes flicker down as you spin your phone in hand. Itâs been two days since you last saw him and you canât stop thinking about the handsome guy. Maybe it was because he just dripped with this kind of allure that you wanted to know of. Or, maybe it was because he was so comfortable talking about things that you find interesting. You can recall when you first met Jeon Jeongguk. How you swooned at the sight of him before getting a general dislike for him.
You had heard tales of the hot guy on campus, the man that was always leather clad with tattoos and dangling earrings. You never hung with people in your university, for the simple fact that you wanted to just push past this awkward phase in your life and do what matters most to you but you did have one friend before he graduated. A certain Jung Hoseok that would take time out of his day to make sure you were alright and be a shoulder to lean on. âThatâs him. Thatâs the fuckboy.â He whispers in your ear as you press your bag closely to your chest.
You look over as he sits on a bench, legs crossed as his arms extend over the top of the bench. He was surrounded by girls, fawning over him leaving drinks and snacks for him to eat. You scoff gently as his head turns in your direction. âWho does he think he is? The Messiah?âÂ
He looks you over and you feel your breath catch in your throat. The first thing you notice about him is his bone structure. Underneath the beating sun you can see the way his sharp jaw calls out to you as he tilts head at you. He smirks, just the corner of his lips flick upwards and Hoseok whistles next to you. âThatâs a whole meal right there, bitch.âÂ
His golden skin sings under the sun's rays as he fixes his leather jacket. You find your body beginning to sway at his gaze before shaking your head and scoffing loudly. âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me?â You narrow your eyes as he snaps his fingers, the girls begin to disperse taking themselves to class and he bows his head to you before smiling widely. You roll your eyes befo-
Youâre taken out of your memory as a car horn begins to sound off loudly and you turn your head quickly to the noise before gasping. The car drives towards you without stopping and you feel your body stiffen in shock. Mind going blank as you stare at the car approaching. Â
âNemesis!â You hear before your body is being shoved by a leather clad body. You feel your body become coddled to the other body before you begin to shiver with the aftereffects of your shock.Â
âZeus above! Are you okay?!â You feel the body pull away before your eyes are greeted with the now familiar coffee irises of Jeon Jeongguk. His black hair falls into his eyes as his eyebrows furrow. You gasp gently before he hugs you close to him.
âWho do you think you are? Hermes? You think you can fucking fly?! How could you be so careless?â He scoffs gently before setting you down on your feet and swiping his thumb over the apple of your cheek. His touch sends a shiver down your spine and you shove him off of you before clutching your backpack to your chest.Â
âI-I⌠Iâm sorry. I wasnât thinking.â He widens his eyes before putting his hands on your shoulders, âBe careful! We shouldnât let Hades welcome you to the Underworld any sooner than you should be.â His touch feels comforting before you clear your throat and step back away from him. âIâll pay more attention. Iâm sorry.â
He bites his bottom lip, his beauty mark on display before he is sighing gently. âLetâs get you to class, Nemesis.âÂ
The walk towards the lecture hall was quiet and awkward as he stayed next to you. His tall form shadows yours as he puts his hand on the small of your back. You can hear girls whispering and staring and you shrink in form. He clears his throat before snapping his fingers. The whispers begin to die down and you find yourself looking up at him as he gives you a small smile. âThank you for that back there.âÂ
He chuckles gently before rubbing your back, âAnything for a goddess.â You tilt your head confused and he smiles widely. âNemesis. Goddess.â
You open your mouth before nodding gently. âRight. Nemesis.â He opens the door to the lecture hall before opening his arm, âLadies first.â
You clear your throat before walking in first and he follows shortly behind without a second glance at girls as they stare at him. âYou-You never texted me.â Your voice sounds feeble and you curse yourself for it.Â
He laughs gently before slinging his arm over her shoulder. âYou sound upset about it.â You frown before shrugging his arm off of you. âI just wondered when you wanted to work on the project. Thatâs all.âÂ
He hums playfully before opening the door to Mythology Lecture Hall, âI canât leave Nemesis waiting with bated breath.â You narrow your eyes at him as you ascend the stairs to your table.Â
âItâs not bated breath, I just want to get this project over and done with.â You throw your backpack on the floor before taking a seat.
You watch as he sits down next to you, legs stretched out before him as he tilts his head. His eyes roam over your form before smiling. You find your head tilting along with his before your breath hitches. He really is so handsome. You take out your notebook before watching Professor Song enter the lecture hall. You can feel his eyes on you and you pull at the hem of your shirt. Is it hot in here or is it just you?
âJust text me when you want to work on it.â You mumble before pulling at the collar of your shirt. âYes, maâam.â
You stare at your television, Chinese takeout in hand as you spin the chopsticks around. Your mind begins to drift, thinking about your new lab partner. He knows so much about the subject and yet, he pays absolutely zero attention. Itâs very interesting. So interesting in fact that itâs hindering you from watching the latest episode of your favorite television show. Your feet kick up on the small wooden coffee table before looking up at the ceiling. He was annoying, that much is sure. He was so smug and sure of himself and itâs irritating but youâve never given him a second glance since taking this class and itâs been almost a year already. He was gorgeous, youâll give him that. His sharp jaw and those coffee brown eyes that remind you of a doe. His long black hair that you really wouldnât mind running your fing-
Youâre pulled from your thoughts as a small feline body crawls across the loveseat and onto your lap. âArtemis, you scared me.â You whisper before petting the top of her head and turning your attention back to the television. Jeon Jeongguk is an enigma, a fuckboy enigma and youâll complete the project and be on your way.
You cross the green grass lawn of the university before parking yourself underneath the same tree you always do. No one ever seemed to come to this secluded area, nor did people really seem interested in sitting underneath a weeping willow tree that hasnât been taken care of probably since the university was created. But, you liked it, you liked the free nature of it and always take your place under it before class. As you fold your legs underneath you, you take out your book of choice for the day. The Iliad. Youâve read it many times before this but the story never seems to get old.Â
âWhere was I?â Itâs a sin to dog flap pages and it always will be. Your eyes find the page and you smile to yourself.Â
âHera seduces Zeus.â You mumble to yourself, finger trailing over the many lines of text before finding it. Your eyes light up and you tuck in for a good, quiet read before you hear the fluttering of wings nearby. A dove lands before you and you tilt your head to it as it sits down on the grass before you as if itâs studying you. Your nose wrinkles and you look back down at your book, âWould you like me to read to you? Itâs a very interesting book. Itâs about the Trojan War. Itâs from a book called The Iliad.â
The bird makes no move and you shrug before clearing your throat and leaning against the trunk of the tree. âHera of the golden throne looked down as she stood upon a peak of Olympus and her heart was gladdened at the sight of him who was at once her brother and her brother-in-law, hurrying hither and thither amid the fighting. Then she turned her eyes to Zeus as he sat on the topmost crests of many-fountained Ida, and loathed him. She set herself to think how she might trick his thinking, and in the end she deemed that it would be best for her to go to Ida and array herself in rich attire, in the hope that Zeus might become enamored of her, and wish to embrace her. While he was thus engaged a sw-â
âWhyâre you reading to a bird?â The voice makes you jump and you look up as a hand curls around the trunk before revealing the owner of the voice. You sneer at his handsome face as he sits down next to you.Â
âI didnât invite you to sit next to me. And, itâs not just a bird itâs a dove.â His eyes flicker over to it before narrowing his eyes. âYeah⌠I see that.â
With the roll of his eyes, he goes to shoo the bird away but it stands its ground making him huff out annoyed. Youâve never seen such a brave bird, how interesting. âWhyâre you reading this?âÂ
He takes the big book from your hands and you fold your arms as he skims through the pages before slamming it shut. The echo resounds through the lawn and you scowl at him. He smirks before holding up the book and you notice how veiny his tattooed arms are. âI can tell you more than this book could, Iâm sure.âÂ
âOh? Could you? When you never take notes in class or even pay attention? I think last week I heard you snoring next to me.â You mumble before pulling the book out of his hands and pressing it to your chest as if it was protection from the attractive man in front of you. âYeah but that lesson was on Dionysus, thatâs boring shit. Heâs a drunk partier big whoop.â
Heâs doing it again, talking like he knows them personally. âIâll bet you twenty bucks I can tell you more about The Iliad without having to even open the book.â You raise an eyebrow at his brazen words before letting your legs stretch out and you donât miss the way his eyes flicker to your bare legs as your dress rides up as you move. Frazzled, Jeon?
âIâve read this book a handful of times. I want to do this as a job, you do realize that? You canât lie to me.â He copies your actions, hands pressing the ground behind him as he stretches. His foot presses against yours and the dove walks closer.Â
âOh my gods! Would you please get lost?!â He asks the dove loudly who just sits down closer to the both of you. You snort before looking back over at him. âTwenty bucks.âÂ
His tongue sweeps over his perfectly shaped lips before smirking. âYouâre on Nemesis.â
âWho does Zeus send a dream to, to attack Troy?â Jeongguk rolls his eyes before giving a fake yawn.
âAgamemnon. Next, what is this kindergarten?â You open your mouth surprised at his answer before shaking your head and clearing your throat.
âWhile fighting who does Diomedes kill?â Thatâll stump him, itâs a trick question.Â
âHe killed many Trojans but the only one he killed of any importance was Pandaros. Who before you get snippy was an aristocrat and not a god or goddess.â You frown before your fingers begin to skim the back of your book. He sure knows his stuff.
âAh! Who drove back the Trojans?!â
âOh good gods above. Achilles. Who cut like, half the population of them at the river Skamandros. The river became filled with them and I hear it also smelt like shit.â You giggle gently at his joke before sighing and digging in your bag. You grab your wallet before pulling out a twenty dollar bill. âHere. Go buy your girls ice cream or something.â He snatches up the bill with a wide smile before it falters.
âGirls? What girls?â He folds his arms, hand crumpling up the bill of cash before tilting his head. His eyes are alight with confusion and you find yourself stuttering as you shove your book back into your bag. âYou fuck like half the campus, Jeongguk. Everyone knows this.â
âOh, do they now? How are you so well informed about this information if you stay by yourself all the time like Oizys?â Calling you the goddess of misery and suffering? You scoff gently before standing up, âI have ears and eyes also Iâm not Oizys. I just like to be by myself.â
He hums playfully as you walk away, âYouâre right, Nemesis! Sorry!â He chuckles to himself as the dove flies onto his lap. âMother, can you go away? Youâre embarrassing me, Zeus above.â He stands up quickly before calling after you.
âNemesis! Wait up! You mad I didnât text you yet?âÂ
He chased you all the way to the lecture hall before taking his seat next to you. You pull out your notebook and pen before looking over at him. Empty handed yet again. You snort before giving Professor Song your attention as he enters the room.Â
âToday weâre going to be talking about Apate.â Jeongguk gasps gently next to you. âYour sister.â You roll your eyes at him before turning your head.Â
âIâm not Oizys. Shut up.â He snickers before leaning closer to you, âSheâs a bitch anyway. You arenât, you're just...sheltered and cute.â
You frown at his statement before paying attention to Professor Song, the cap of the pen purchased between your teeth as you narrow your eyes at the white board.
âApate- the goddess of deceit was the daughter of Nyx, the personification of night. Apate was the sister of several others such as Oizys- the goddess of suffering, Geras- the god of old age, Moros- the embodiment of doom and many others of that nature-â Songâs voice becomes drowned out as you hear Jeonggukâs chair scrape closer to yours. You could feel his breath fanning your face, he was so close and you stuck your neck out to try and pay attention. His smell was intoxicating, the smell of honey, pine and something else that you couldnât put your finger on. Something that pulled your body towards his as if he was your polar magnet.Â
âDid you know that Apate once gifted Dionysus with buckets of wine to distract him from giving Ariadne a crown but it didnât work?â Jeongguk whispers in your ear, your body shudders at his smooth voice. Goosebumps grace your skin as you side eye him, his long black hair falls into his eyes as he smirks. His tongue licks over his lips and you suddenly find yourself questioning how he would taste.
You squeeze your eyes shut as he leans into your ear, âI can teach you a lot more than Song, if you let me.âÂ
There was nothing in books about the tale that Jeongguk just told and yet, you find yourself believing him. You open your mouth to speak before you hear a throat clear. âJeongguk, since you happen to know so much you feel the need to talk, why donât you tell us about the tale of Hera and Zeus?âÂ
You cringe before looking over at him, he fixes his leather jacket before leaning back in his seat. All of the lecture hall is looking at your table and you feel yourself shrinking in your seat. âThe tale of Hera and Zeus? He cheated on his wife. So Hera begged Apate to get revenge for her, but Apate made her beg on her hands and knees before agreeing. Semele had Dionysus, the drunken little idiot and Apate gave Hera a magical girdle. She tricked Semele into asking Zeus to see his real self and then Semele died because of it. Humans cannot view gods in their true forms. Their little brains canât handle it. Oh! Also, when Semele died it rained with thunder and lighting for a year.âÂ
Professor Songâs jaw opens in shock before raising an eyebrow, âThatâs sort of how it went. Thereâs nothing in books about rain and the getting on hands and knees part.â Jeongguk shrugs before looking back over at you and smiling. Heâs weird.Â
âJust...pay attention and no talking Jeon Jeongguk.â He salutes the professor before his leather jacket begins to sag under weight. He digs into his pocket and produces a bag from his jacket pocket. His eyes light up and you look at the woven bag that has a dainty string around it. He stomps his feet happily before looking at you and wrinkling his nose. He opens the bag before pulling out an apple and then another. He puts an apple on your lap before biting his. You watch as the sweet juice coats his lips before dribbling down his chin. It was something simple that has your insides coiling. Fuck, he was too hot for his own good.
âEat it. Donât refuse my gift. Iâll be sad.â He says before nodding his head to the apple on your lap. You pick up the apple quizzically before staring at it. You turn the apple in your hand, staring at how perfectly shaped it is. The skin shines brightly and you swallow as your mouth begins to water. Itâs the most perfect piece of fruit youâve ever seen. âItâs from my aunt's special garden. Theyâre really good.â He whispers as Song looks over.
You shrug before biting into the apple, the sweet taste spreads over your taste buds and your eyes widen. This is the sweetest piece of fruit youâve ever tasted. âWow.â You whisper before putting your hand to your chin to wipe off the juices. Jeongguk watches you with amusement before nodding to himself. Like heâs made his own executive decision on something.
âIâll text you later, want to come over to my apartment to work on the project?â You had almost forgotten all about it before noticing that people are leaving the lecture hall. Class was already over? You were so into your interaction with Jeongguk you hadnât noticed time fly by so quickly. It wasnât such a good idea to bring him over your apartment, Artemis doesnât like very many people. âSure. Hit me up.â
10:32 Unknown Number: Nemesis, good evening.
You snort to yourself as you lay in bed. You turn on your side, hand sliding underneath your head as you add his number to your phone.Â
10:33 You: Hello.
You didnât know how to feel about him after today. He was always deemed a fuckboy but he doesnât really seem like the type if youâre being quite honest with yourself. Itâs always just what you had heard in passing but watching him get so childlike and excited over an apple? It seemed like he was a bit different. Not to mention his knowledge of Greek mythology was absolutely incredible and you find yourself liking that he likens all of the gods and goddesses like his friends or family. Itâs something comfortable to you.
10:34 Hades: Want to come over to work on the project?Â
10:34 You: That works for me, I donât have many classes this week.
10:35 Hades: Perfecto. Anyone you want to choose for the project?
You set the phone down before tapping your fingernails against the back. Who would this project even be about? You hadnât really given it much thought. You do enjoy a lot of different relationships between the gods and goddesses but your favorite would probably have to be Eros and Psyche. Wouldnât hurt to see if he was up for it.
10:38 You: Eros and Psyche?
You settle yourself in for bed before looking back down at your phone. He left you on read. You frown before typing to him once more.
10:40 You: We can choose others if you prefer, it was just a suggestion.
10:41 Hades: See you soon, Nemesis.
You stare at the phone before sucking a sharp breath between your teeth and tilting your head. Now, you werenât an expert at texting but something felt wrong. His answer seemed clipped and you wonder why. Did you hurt his feelings or something? You frown before throwing your phone on the charger and staring up at the ceiling. Enigma Jeon Jeongguk.
You saw him the next day on the lawn of the university. He was by himself for once, not surrounded by girls or gifts near him. You hid behind the weeping willow tree as you surveyed him. He sat down on the green grass near the tree, pulling at the blades of grass with his head tilted. A dove lands at his feet and he smirks at it before putting his fist underneath his chin. âHello.â His voice is small as he leans back on his hands. He seems different somehow today, like he was in deep thought over something.Â
âRemember I told you that I had a lab partner to work on a project with?â Heâs talking to the dove, like a crazy person. He takes off his leather jacket before laying it on the ground and throwing his body on to it. âShe wants to work on Eros and Psyche.âÂ
He stays quiet for a minute before clicking his teeth, âIâm not mad at her or anything. I really like her. Sheâs funny and cute, interesting.â You feel a blush begin to heat up your cheeks and you sit on the ground behind the tree before pressing your head back to it. âShe seems really sweet and sheâs very smart and nice.âÂ
He sighs before ripping up a blade of grass, he groans loudly before putting the palms of his hands to his eyes. âNo! Iâm going to do what I want without your advice for once! We all know what happened the last time you fucking talked to a woman I liked!âÂ
He likes you? You stop breathing as you go wide eyed. Heart hammering in delight you press your backpack tighter to your chest before smiling. Even if he was claimed to be this famed fuckboy, your heart feels a bit lighter knowing that he enjoys your presence.
âJust let me figure out if she likes me first. Zeus above!â He sits up before pulling his jacket back on, as he walks towards the lecture hall. He spots your legs behind the tree before stilling. You stomp your feet on the ground and he begins to smirk before heading off.
A few days later he has texted you his address. That was it. Just the address and nothing else. You canât help but think you fucked up with that text and you donât even know how you did it. You had put on comfortable clothes, although your brain was telling you to wear something cuter for god knows what reason. Something about this guy pulled you to him and you are unsure how to feel about it. Youâve never been this way before, youâve only ever just went about life on your own. But you do know one thing all you have to do is just get this project done and get it over with. Thatâs all you can hope to do.
Standing in front of his apartment you can smell those same smells you smelt on him yesterday. You could feel your legs quivering for some unknown reason and you lean against the door jamb to collect your breath. You were nervous to be alone with him in such a small space. Thatâs what you think anyway, but knowing that if you knock on this door right now and heâll appear makes your heart begin to hammer with delight. You groan gently before making a fist and taking a deep breath. Get the project done and over with.Â
You knock on the door before teetering on one foot to the other as you hold your breath. âComing!â The voice is not of Jeongguk and you tilt your head before releasing your breath.
The door swings open and a handsome man stands before you. Smiling widely as his eyes squeeze shut before tilting his head.Â
âY/N?â You nod slowly as you take him in. He had deep blue hair, dark chocolate eyes, a bright smile and the most plush pink lips youâve ever seen in your life. He was dressed casually, just blue jeans and a black hoodie and even that seemed sensual. He dripped allure and effervescence as he stepped out of the way. âCome in, Jeongguk is in the shower.â
As you enter, setting your shoes off to the side you let out a low whistle at their apartment. The walls were made of marble, stone pillars in random places that exuded richness. Everything was gold, the furniture, the statues placed on stands and even the filigree of the walls. The blue haired boy walks past you before jumping onto the gold couch and smiling widely as he picks up a glass from the coffee table in front of him. âWine? Iâve got the good stuff.â You swallow, looking around the living room with a dropped jaw before looking at the man on the couch.Â
Theyâre fucking rich! You notice a dove perch onto the statue of Aphrodite in the corner and suddenly your nodding to the man. âYes. Wine.â He smiles widely before jumping up, âIâm Jimin by the way. Jeongguk is my cousin.â You nod in amusement before walking towards the Aphrodite statue.Â
The statue is pure gold, glimmering underneath the lights of the large chandelier that hangs from the ceiling. The dove bows its head down at you and you smile before waving at it. It looks just like the dove from the great lawn. You reach out to touch the statue before pulling your hand away, itâs almost like youâre in a museum of some sort. Thereâs a loud purr that catches your attention and you turn your head to the noise before yelping. âThatâs Adoneus.â Jimin says cheerily and you narrow your eyes at him.
âThatâs a lynx.â He nods happily before handing you the glass of wine, the lynx approaches you and you stiffen as it rubs its head against your thigh. âHeâs really friendly, donât worry. He was a present from my father.âÂ
He pats the seat beside him before widening his smile at you, his eyes completely disappearing. You find comfort in his smile and you find yourself doing so as well before sitting down next to him. Leaning back you take in his black hoodie for the first time before noticing the thyrsus printed on the front.Â
âDo you like Greek mythology too?â You find yourself asking before you could stop yourself. He laughs gently, a short melodic noise before Adoneus sits at his feet. His fingers curl underneath the cat's chin before tilting his head to you. âYou could say I embody Greek mythology, Y/N.âÂ
You take a sip of the wine before widening your eyes, âGood, right? I have the best grapes on the planet.â The taste held so many undertones you couldnât put your mind on any of them besides one. One that you couldnât name that you smelt on Jeongguk the day before. âItâs delicious.âÂ
Jimin hums at your compliment before pointing at the gold caddy by the Dionysus statue in the corner of the room. âI have something else you should try too.â
The crystal vase holds some sort of thick looking honey and you lean forward as he stands up. âItâs the most delicious thing to drink besides my wine. Look, Iâll give you some.â He stands tall before brushing off his pants. His feet pad over to the caddy before flipping over a gold goblet. The glass cork is pulled from the vase and you swallow as he begins to pour the drink. Itâs thick, taking itâs time to fall into the cup. âIs it honey?â
He smirks before topping off the glass and holding it out. âCome.â You go to stand before hearing a hall open in the doorway.
Jeongguk appears, shirtless with a towel hung around his neck before narrowing his eyes at the situation in front of him. âDo not drink that. Jimin, please.â Jimin chuckles before putting down the glass. âY/N seems fun! Thatâs all.â
You swallow thickly before looking over Jeonggukâs naked upper half. He had an eight pack underneath his golden toned skin, small droplets of water grace his skin as he leaned against the door frame of his room. âCome on Nemesis. Leave Jimin to drink and have fun on his own.âÂ
Jimin laughs loudly at your nickname before walking back over to the couch and his huge cat. âNemesis? Seems more like a Psyche to me.â You watch as Jeongguk grimaces before grabbing your wine glass and walking towards him. The closer you get, the tighter your throat gets. Chest restricting as his muscles clench and lax with every breath. You can see his tattoos clearer now, all symbols of Greek mythology. The one that catches your attention the quickest is the dove holding a rose in its beak over his heart. He smirks at you and you find it hard to stand still, knees beginning to quake underneath his molten gaze. He raises his arm above your head letting you enter the room and you thank him quietly before entering. His bed was white with a gold headboard. The room smelt of pine and apples as you stand awkwardly in the doorway. âCome.â His voice is gentle as he passes you to sit by the bed. His arm brushes against yours and you stiffen at the touch.Â
âIâm sorry.â You say quickly and he raises an eyebrow drying his hair with the towel. âSorry? For what?âÂ
Your feet shuffle towards the end of his bed before clearing your throat. âThe other day, you didnât text me back after I suggested Eros and Psyche and Iâm sorry if I upset you.â He tuts his tongue to the roof of his mouth gently before patting the spot beside him. âIâm not mad at you, donât be silly. Come, sit.â
His tone is soft and you find yourself sitting on the edge of his bed before looking around. He had portraits of gods and goddess littered around the walls and the same kind of gold caddy like in the living room nestled in the corner underneath a statue of Eros. âThe story of Eros and Psyche is boring. Iâd rather pick something else to do.âÂ
His admission calls your attention and you canât help but look at his chest as he leans back on his hands. You have to literally rip your gaze away from him as he begins to smirk. âBoring? Itâs a great love story.â He snorts loudly before putting his head back.
âIt wasnât how the story goes. Anyway, I donât want to do that so can we please just find something else to do?â His tone holds a venom that makes you recoil within yourself before nodding shortly. âSure.âÂ
âHades and Persephone?â You find yourself asking before looking back down at his chest. His skin looks so smooth, if you could only just-
âSome other group will surely do it. We have to do something unconventional and fun. But, nothing with Zeus because heâs a hoe.â You giggle at his joke before licking your lips and looking at his eyes as he winks at you. Your neck heats up and you can feel your ears begin to burn. Your eyes are drawn to his abs again and you clear your throat as your mind begins to get warped with intrigue.
âCan you put on a shirt, please?â It comes out a frail whisper and he tilts his head before chuckling.Â
âYou can touch them if you want.â He grabs your wrist before putting them on his stomach. His skin is as smooth as you thought, you can feel his abs flex underneath your fingers and your bottom lip purchases between your teeth. Your fingertips press into the muscles and you can hear a strangled noise in the back of his throat, your stomach unfurls in need before you come back to your senses.Â
You rip your hand out of his grip before clearing your throat and looking at the Eros statue in the corner. âPlease, put a shirt on.â He rubs your shoulder comfortingly before standing up, âYes maâam.âÂ
You had both decided to work on Hephaestus and Aphrodite, working with Jeongguk was quite simple, actually. He was funny and told you funny stories that almost sounded real. You found yourself becoming incredibly comfortable with him throughout the evening you spent together. It made the image of him being a fuckboy seem almost impossible.
âHephaestus isnât as ugly as the books say, you know. One time when I was little, I sa- I heard that he looked like a monster but heâs just constantly covered in soot and grease from metalworking. Aphrodite is just never happy if she doesnât get what she wants.â He mutters before biting the apple in hand. You hum playfully before stretching your legs out next to him as you both lean against the headboard of his bed. âYou sure know a lot about these people.âÂ
He smiles into his bite before pointing at your notebook. âWe have a lot of material already. We can just chill if you like, youâre cool. Iâd like to spend more time with you.â You blush at his admission before closing your notebook, âSure.â
He looks at your wine glass before grabbing it and standing. âIâll get you more Jimin juice.â You giggle before nodding. As he leaves a body walks by the door before stopping. âOh? Human. Hello!âÂ
He had silver hair and gold eyes as he wrinkled his nose at you. You swallow at his handsome features, a perfectly sculpted nose and strong jaw. You wave back at him as he smiles widely, the form almost resembling a box before Jimin stops next to him in the hallway. âThis is Jeonggukâs brother. Anter- Taehyung! Taehyung!â Taehyung waves once more before clearing his throat.Â
âSheâs a pretty little thing, isnât she?â His head turns to his cousin and you find yourself blushing at his compliment. Jimin nods happily before turning to you. âYouâre very welcome here, Psyche.â
Jeongguk arrives behind the two boys in his doorway and his jaw tightens, âWill you guys get lost please? And stop calling her Psyche.â He steps inside of the room, âSheâs nothing like that fucking bitch. Get lost.â The door swings shut in their faces and you raise an eyebrow as he turns back around to you, black hair falling into his eyes. He smiles before handing you the glass of wine.Â
âWanna watch Hercules?!â He asks cutely before jumping back on the bed, you sip the wine before giggling. âSure.â
âItâs been a real slice.â Jeongguk mumbles along with Meg as you both stare at the television. You canât help but snort as he side-eyes you. He was nothing like a fuckboy, youâve decided this within the hour youâve been watching the movie. âWhy does everyone call you a fuckboy?â
He looks over at you before slinging his arm over your shoulders and pausing the movie. âMaybe because Iâm really hot.â You blush as he squeezes your shoulder, his face moves closer to yours and you find your breath hitching in your throat. âMaybe because they're liars that just say Iâve fucked them to gain popularity.â
âB-But, you never stop them or tell them to stop.â Your voice sounds weak as he brushes his hair out of his eyes. âWhy should I deprive someone of a fantasy? Iâm not cruel. If every girl was like you then they would have gotten me.âÂ
His stare is molten, his pupils blowing out as he looks down at your lips. The compliment makes your body stiffen before youâre ripping your gaze away from his. âYou-You-â He pulls away before laughing gently, âRelax, Nemesis. Iâm not trying to make you have a heart attack.âÂ
You feel your palms begin to sweat as he takes the empty wine glass out of your hand. His thumb drifts across your cheek and you feel your body heat up underneath his touch. His tongue swipes across his lips before heâs turning back on the movie. âPain and Panic are so annoying.â
You find yourself getting drowsy towards the end of the movie, your arms and legs dully whine as you move. You find your eyes fluttering shut as Hercules dives into the Underworld to save Meg. Jeongguk looks over at you as your eyes fully shut before wrinkling his nose. His hand reaches over quietly to the side drawer of his bedside table before grabbing a velvet bag. His fingers pinch the dust inside of it before gently blowing it at your face. âDream well, pretty girl.âÂ
He stands tall before stretching and looking at you, your hands press against your chest like a defense mechanism even in your sleep. He pulls the covers over you before opening the window. He whistles gently before looking over at your sleeping figure. âYouâre not like Psyche. You would trust me, right?â Wings flutter drawing his attention back to the windowsill before leaning down as a rooster perches on the ledge.Â
âTell Morpheus to send this one sweet dreams of me.â The rooster quirks its head to the side before bowing its head and flying off. The window is sealed shut before Jeongguk leans his back against the window and folds his arms. A smile spreads over your face as you sleep and he wrinkles his nose. He realized how much he did indeed like you, you were different. And, itâs been a very long time since heâs felt drawn to a woman. âCome to me, Y/N.âÂ
 Jeongguk throws himself on the couch before slinging his legs onto his brother's lap. âVery nice by the way Jimin, just call Taehyung Anteros in front of everyone, why donât you?â Jimin rolls his eyes before pouring himself a glass of nectar.Â
âI slipped up, sue me. Anteros doesnât come by every day, I forgot his Earth name. Maybe when Y/N comes out, Iâll slip up and call you Eros.â Jeongguk sneers at his cousin before relaxing into the couch. Taehyung smiles happily before sipping his own drink. âSheâs sleeping? She seems very nice. Shy and sweet.âÂ
Jeongguk watches how his brother's golden eyes dilate as he talks of you. âWatch it. Sheâs not for you.â Jimin laughs gently before sitting in the gold armchair next to them. âSeems like weâll get a replay of Psyche.â
Jeongguk rolls his eyes before stretching his arms over the top of the couch. âY/N would trust me, whereas Psyche did not. Donât compare them, Y/N is different. She seems to not have an ill intentioned bone in her body.â Jimin hums before nodding, âSheâs very nice. I agree. I heard the wings of Hermes earlier, what was he doing here?â
âI called on him.â Taehyung looks over at Jeongguk before raising an eyebrow. âWhy?â
âFor Morpheus to send her sweet dreams.âÂ
âOf you?â
âOf me.â
Waking up wasnât usually this difficult but you didnât want to wake up from this dream. Your mind knew it was time to get up but you couldnât help but will yourself to stay in this dream.Â
Laying upon a marble table in the middle of a field of wheat, your hands graze over Jeongguk as he straddles you. His smirk is broad as he hums gently. âYou are a goddess.â His body bows down, chest and stomach muscles rippling as his full lips graze over your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut under the lavender sun. Your body singing with want as his hands run over your bare sides. You were completely bare underneath him and you felt no embarrassment, as if that emotion did not exist with this god above you. âYou taste like berries from the Elysian Fields, so sweet.âÂ
His lips leave small petals of pinks and reds on your skin as his hands cup your breasts gently. His hands knead them gently and you canât help but hear birds begin to sing as his tongue flicks at your stiffening nipples. Your fingers card through his black locks before gasping as he suckles sweetly at your areola. Back bowing off of the marble table as he spreads your legs with his large hands.Â
Your eyes open to watch the god lavish upon you, his touch feels electric against your skin. Sending shockwaves of want to your core. His lips trail lower, eyes on yours as he nips playfully at the skin of your stomach. âEros, want you.âÂ
His eyes glimmer with amusement before licking across your bare pubic bone. âDo you now? You want me? Here?â His fingers caress your pussy lips and a mewl is coaxed from your lips. You feel your arousal dripping on to the marble table beneath you and you squirm underneath him. His chuckle has you whimpering as he bows his head back down. âSo wet, Zeus above.â
He curses under his breath before licking a flat swipe over your folds. Your moans resound throughout the wheat field as his hands grip at your thighs. âSweet like Ambrosia.âÂ
His full lips suckle at your engorging clit, the tip of his tongue flicking it gently as white hot pleasure courses through your veins. âLook at me, goddess. Watch me.â His tone is commanding and your eyes snap to his as his pupils blow out with lust.
His suckles become stronger, your stomach beginning to tighten as a finger swirls around the ring of muscle of your sex. âEros!âÂ
âYes, goddess?â His tongue is playful and as he lifts his head you can see your arousal coated on his chin and cheeks. The sight makes your eyes roll back as you lift your hips.Â
âMore. Want more, please.âÂ
âYes, maâam.â His finger enters you slowly, the full feeling making you whine as he gets back to work. You feel as light as air as he pumps his finger into you slowly, his tongue circling around your clit before flicking at a quick pace. Your moans fill the field as doves begin to fly overhead, lightning cracks above and you find yourself reaching the precipice of your pleasure.
Another finger is added as he expertly curls them within you, finding the soft patch of muscles that have your back lifting off of the table. âGuk! Jeongguk! Yes! Yes!â He moans against you, a gravelly wanton sound that makes your stomach tighten tighter. âCum for me goddess, shower me in your pleasure.âÂ
Your toes curl as your mind begins to get fuzzy, his name both Eros and Jeongguk pour from your lips as your eyes screw shut. âI'm cumming! Fuck! Eros!â As you fall over the edge, birds begin to sing louder. Your pleasure starts at your heart before spreading-
You jump awake, a sheen of sweat gracing your body. Your head feels fuzzy and heavy as you gasp gently at your surroundings. You fell asleep here?! Idiot! And, that dream...Fuck⌠That dream was⌠Something else. Your eyes find the Eros statue in the corner before narrowing at it. âGet out of my subconscious.âÂ
You hear shuffling outside of the room door and you find yourself aware that you should not be here. How could you just fall asleep in Jeonggukâs bed?! Speaking of the god...man. Speaking of the man, where is he? You go to stand before feeling how soaked your panties are and you groan gently. How embarrassing!Â
As if he had heard your thoughts, the bedroom door opens revealing the handsome man you had just dreamed of. "Good morning, Nemesis." You watch as he lifts a cup to his lips, the veins in his arm protruding as he smirks against the lip of the cup. His coffee irises dance with delight as he looks upon your figure. You begin blushing, your mind reeling back to the dream that felt so intensely real. "I-I'm sorry I fell asleep!"
You stand up quickly, hands frantically trying to smooth out your hair as Jeongguk leans against the door jamb. "Oh no, it's cool watching Herc rescue his lover gets me sleepy sometimes too." You can't help but stare as his tongue sweeps across his lips. Thinking back to your dream, his tongue felt so amazing on the most intimate part of you. You grab your backpack off the floor before pulling at the hem of your dress.
"I'll-I'll get going. Sorry." He furrows his eyebrows before watching as you teeter on your feet awkwardly. "I can make you breakfast if you want."
His fingers curl around the cup and you swallow thickly as if you could feel them inside of you. "I have to go!" You shove past him, coffee spilling from the cup to his chest as you barrel towards the door.Â
"Y/N?" He calls confused as you grab your shoes from beside the door. "See you in class."Â
He takes in a deep breath before opening his mouth as you meet eyes once more. "Hey Y/N, wait-" You open the door quickly before scurrying out without another word. How could you have such a dream?!
Jeongguk scoffs gently as Jimin peeks out of the kitchen, "I made her Ambrosia buttered toast!" He wipes at his coffee covered chest before looking at his cousin. "Where's the key?"Â
Jimin sets the plate down gently before widening his eyes, "Key? No. No! Eros!"
His bare foot taps rapidly against the marble floor before holding out his hand as his jaw tightens. "Give me the key, Dionysus."
Jimin whines loudly before trudging out of the kitchen towards his room. "Aw man! My father is going to kill me when he sees my hair." He mumbles pushing past Guk to go to his room.
Both men stand at the end of the hallway, the gold key jumping from knuckle to knuckle as Jeongguk stands at the wooden closet door. âAny last words?â Jimin clears his throat before looking at his cousin.
âMaybe just forget about it?â He gives a nervous laugh, in turn Jeongguk rolls his eyes before putting the key in the lock. A large boom resounds throughout the apartment as he turns the key and Jimin whimpers before chugging the contents of his wine glass. The walls vibrate as if theyâve turned to jelly and he takes a deep breath before shoving open the door.
âOh gods.â Jimin whines loudly sticking his head past the door frame as clouds make a staircase towards a ray of shining light. Jeongguk steps past the door frame before looking down at his clothes as they shimmer and change. The chiton that appears on his body is lightwear and the color of a white sheep. He sighs before looking at Jimin, who in turn, changes from his hoodie and sweatpants to a chiton the color of wine. âOh fuck! Dude! Letâs just go back inside, hmm?â
âI need to speak with Morpheus, he fucked me over.â His cousin whimpers before the sounds of harpsichords begin to resound throughout the air. âThey know weâre here anyway.âÂ
Without a second thought he walks over the clouds, the white wisps licking at his ankles before disappearing all together, his foot raises before stepping onto the staircase and closing his eyes. âHere we go.â
Mount Olympus was bustling today, gods and goddesses walking around on the stone ground not giving a glance at the two boys as they crossed the gold gates. Jeonggukâs mouth opens, eyes lifting up to look at the scenery he hasnât seen for years. Stone pillars litter the pantheon, temples and mansions as far as the eye could see. Stone slabs of jagged and large rocks hold up the floating islands far and wide and he finds himself folding his arms before smirking.
âI knew you would come!â The sound is melodic, the voice making him feel at home as his head turns to his mother. âMother!â
She floats forward, hair pinned underneath a gold crown as she extends her flowing arms. Jeonggukâs heart swells before enveloping her in a hug and spinning her around. She smells of ambrosia and roses and he feels immediately comforted. She steps back before placing her hands on his handsome face, shaking him around before smiling widely. âMy son.âÂ
He hums as Jimin steps closer to him as a bolt of lightning ricochets through the sky. âShit man.â Jimin holds out his hand before a goblet of wine produces and he guzzles the drink greedily as the white clouds begin to turn a dark grey. âWhy have you come?â
Aphroditeâs voice is filled with glee as Jeongguk slings his arm over his mother's shoulders. âI must speak with Morpheus.â She hums playfully before pinching his chin and wiggling his face. âWe like her, yes?â
Jeongguk chuckles before pulling her with him, leaving Jimin alone. âYes, we like her. Quite a bit actually.â
âEros! Wait up! Please!â Jeongguk chuckles before opening his arm as Jimin rushes to him. âBig bad Zeus is going to light up the sky until you go see him. He birthed you after all.â Aphroditeâs voice is playful as all three stop as Pegasus crosses their path.
âNice to see you diaper wearing boy.â The deep voice is a welcome one as his eyes look up at Heracles mounted upon his horse. âHerc. Pleasure, Iâm sure.âÂ
âBro! You gotta help me out! Dad is going to flip when he sees my hair!â Jimin calls to his brother before pulling at his blue strands. Heracles laughs loudly before holding out his hand to Jimin. âGet on, youâve been summoned.âÂ
With the stomp of his foot he grips the big hand before getting hauled on to the back of the winged horse. âHey, Eros! One hour Olympus time, please!â He begs his cousin, wanting to get out of this realm as soon as possible.
Jeongguk chuckles as his mother smooths out his black hair, pinning it behind his ear. âThatâs if you donât get struck down first.â The horse flaps its wings before Jiminâs scream is heard as the horse takes off without a second thought.Â
Jeongguk walks along the roads with his mother, head bowing down to the gods and goddesses thatâs eye contact lingers for more than a few seconds. He was the god of love, sexual attraction and desire after all. His hand reaches out for a ceramic vase, one only that could be crafted by the great Hephaestus before the sound of winged boots draws his attention to the clouded sky. âHey you!âÂ
âHey yourself Hermes!â Aphrodite giggles gently before sitting down on a marble bench, legs crossing demurely as she leans back watching the interaction. Hermes appears, slowly floating off of the ground before pointing his staff at the god of love. âMorpheus is looking for you!â
âAnd I him. Care to lead the way?â Hermes hands him a pair of flying boots before looking at Aphrodite. âWell donât you just look ravishing today. The Elysian Fields could not compare.â
âYou flatter me, Hermes.â She produces a rose before handing it to the handsome trickster. Jeongguk tuts his tongue before narrowing his eyes at the man. âEasy now, thatâs my gorgeous mother youâre trying to play with.â
He kisses his mother on the cheek before smiling, âIâll see you soon, Iâm sure.â She hums to him as he puts on the boots. His eyes widen before pointing at her as he begins to ascend into the air. âStop coming around Y/N as a dove all the time. Youâre making me look bad!â She gives him a gentle wave which he can only roll his eyes at before the winged shoes are taking him to his meeting.
The home of Morpheus never ceases to amaze Jeongguk. Heâs not sure if it can even be called a home, honestly. A simple canopied bed sits high above the mansions on their own cloud petastools as he lands. His bed is cocooned within swirling white puffs of clouds and Jeongguk makes it a point to clear his throat in case the god of dreams was sleeping, which in fact would usually be the case. âEros.â
He leans against one of the bed posts before folding his arms, âI have words for you god of dreams.â The laugh he hears makes him scowl as Morpheus sits up in his bed. âWords? For me? I did you a service.â
He scoffs loudly as he pushes himself off of the bedpost. âShe ran away from me, any dream you gave the poor girl must have been a nightmare.âÂ
âHmm? The dream. Let me see.â The grey haired man���s eyes close, eyeballs rapidly moving behind his eyelids before the corners of his mouth begin to turn upwards. âI would not consider this a terrible nightmare. Iâd like to be such a man or lady in this situation.â
Jeonggukâs eyebrows furrow before holding out his hand, âShow me.âÂ
Morpheus chuckles before a goblet of Ambrosia appears within his grasp. âI gave her the gift of a good dream and her mind created this. It is not untoward to think she scared herself.âÂ
Jeongguk shakes his hand impatiently before hearing a sigh, Morpheusâ wings sprout from behind his back before cracking his neck and placing his hand atop the god of love. Jeonggukâs eyes closed as his head lolled back. His body shakes with pleasure before smirking at the dream as it flits across the inside of his eyelids. âAh.â
His answer is short as he pulls away from the god before him. His hands smooth out his black hair, pinning it behind his ears before clearing his throat. âSend her more dreams, wonât you?â
Morpheus laughs loudly, his laughter mixing in with the crack of thunder as lighting bolts fly through the sky. Rain begins to scatter on the clouded ground and he canât help but smirk. âMust hate the blue.âÂ
âIâm sorry to waste your time. I had assumed she saw something very unpleasant within her dreams to run from me in such a way.â Morpheus chuckles before laying back down with his goblet. âEmbarrassment and unpleasantness sit in two different houses underneath the sky.â
Jeongguk nods thoughtfully before looking back down at the pantheon below this high cloud. âIâll be on my way now, Morpheus. Thank you for your time.â The grey haired man hums before closing his eyes as the winged boots begin to ascend into the air once more. âSheâs got a gorgeous body.â Jeongguk murmurs to himself before flying towards the market place.Â
He walks through the stone street, hands behind his back as he looks at all of the stalls. A flash of light catches his eye before turning to a booth with a wide smile. âTheia.â She hums to him, sitting upon a marble bench with her ankles upon a stone stool. âEros.â
He wrinkles his nose at her cutely and she sighs happily upon seeing his handsome face. âI havenât seen you in quite some time, young man.âÂ
His eyes glance over the jewelry she has laid out, âIâve been in the mortal realm. Enjoying life down there.â
âAnd does Eros have a new love that shines as brightly as my jewels?â He smirks at her question before picking up a gold necklace. It shines brightly even with the drizzle of rain. Two gold chains wrap around each other, coiling gracefully and he tilts his head before looking up at her. âHow much?â
âFive gold.â He nods before feeling at where his pants normally are and sighing. âCan you make an Eros pendant?âÂ
Theia snaps her fingers and a gold pendant dangles from the necklace. He smiles at it before nodding, âThatâll be ten gold, dear boy.â
He nods before a woolen bag is thrown over his shoulder. He turns his head to his cousin who now graces black hair with a frown. âCan we go now?â He murmurs before giving Theia a small wave.Â
He turns back to Theia before nodding, âBefore you go, why donât you stop by Heras home. She could enchant that necklace for you.â He stops before tilting his head. It just wouldnât be right to have the goddess of marriage charm this piece. If you want him, youâll have him.
âThatâs alright. She can make her own choices, thanks Theia!â She hums before letting out a low whistle. Her legs leave the stool before watching him saunter down the rain slick road. The necklace glimmers in his hand and she smirks before leaning back in her chair.Â
âLetâs go get you a glass of wine. Hmm?â Jimin nods gratefully as they cross the golden gates.
âI mean what the fuck do you even think youâre doing?! Hmm?!â You counter to yourself as you stare in the mirror of your bedroom. Your fingertip taps repeatedly against the glass as you scowl. âUh! So what if he has a super hot fucking body and heâs really cool and sweet. Ha! Like that fucking matters. Because, news flash, idiot! It doesnât! And, so what if he knows a lot about something that you have such a passion for?! HA! As if youâd fall for him because he has all these cute stories about yâknow...Dionysus and HephaestusâŚâ You collect your breath as you change out of your clothes from yesterday before getting ready for class.Â
âI mean, yâknow, too fucking bad that you had a dream where he ate you out like a champ...With his lips...trailing all over your body and birds were singing because he...he licked your clit so well...and his hair felt so soft in your-â You go wide eyed before fanning your now pink tinted cheeks. âGOD! WHATEVER SO FUCKING INFURIATING!â
You barrel towards the lecture hall, backpack to your chest for protection as your eyes flit across the green lawn. You were safe, all you need to do is make it into the lecture hall and ignore Jeongguk when he gets there. Thatâs it! You grumble as you stop to look at the weeping willow tree youâve grown so fond of during your time at this university. The dove was sitting underneath it again today and you find yourself feeling guilty you didnât spend any time with it. You wave at it with a small smile and you hear him before anything else.Â
His laugh is loud, a sound that you want to revel in and yet, you shrink in form before jogging over to the tree and pressing your back to it. You can hear girls giggling at what he says and you scowl before looking down at the dove. âHe must really think heâs like Eros or something, huh? No wonder people call him a fuckboy if heâs so easily amused with girls.â The bird sits down, head tilting to the side as your back slides down the tree. The beady stare makes you swallow thickly before scoffing, âIâm not jealous. Donât even think that!â
You point at the bird before frowning. This is called projecting and youâre doing a great job at it at this very second. âJust because heâs handsome doesnât mean he has to talk to every person he sees. God, he knows what he does to people! So annoying.â Your voice tapers off into a murmur as you recall your dream. The way his tattooed hands caressed your body and showed you such attention. The way his tongue flic-
âWhoâre we hiding from?â You gasp loudly as you fall over. You look up at him as he smiles widely at you, âHi, Nemesis.âÂ
âH-Hi, Jeongguk.â He holds out his hand and you take in his attire before grabbing it. His leather jacket, his ripped black skinny jeans, even the earrings that dangle from his ears suit him so well you find the wind being pulled from your lungs. He lifts you up easily and you find comfort in his smell. âI was going to make you breakfast this morning. Whyâd you leave?âÂ
You clear your throat as his arm slings over your shoulder, you find it bizarre how comfortable he feels beside you. âI-I⌠You know⌠Had to feed my cat and wash my...toes.â Very cool. Youâre amazing at this.
âHow hygienic of you.â He snickers before putting his index finger under your chin and pulling your face to look at him, âWouldnât have anything to do with your sleep, now would it?â
Your cheeks burn at his question before shrugging his arm off of your shoulder. âOf course not! Youâre ridiculous!â Your scoff echoes throughout the lawn and he chuckles before nodding. âYes, goddess.â
You freeze at his words before pressing your backpack closer to your chest, âJeongguk! Could I get your number?â Your head turns to a few girls as you both approach the lecture hall building.Â
He smirks before slinging his arm around your shoulder, âSorry. Busy. Got a goddess to take to class.â You smack at his hand as it squeezes your shoulder. âCome on, Nemesis.â
Sitting down at your table, you canât help but feel your stomach coil as he scrapes his chair closer to you. The scent of pine invades your senses and you find yourself smiling as he places an apple on the table in front of you. âI brought something to impress you.â
Your eyebrow quirks up as he puts a notebook with a bow on the front cover onto the table. He smiles widely and you canât help but giggle as he folds his arms. âThis is to impress me?â He gives a small nod before opening up the page.Â
Will you hang out with me again?
The words catch your attention and you close the notebook cover quickly as people take their seats behind you. âJeongguk!â Your voice is a whisper as he bites his apple. He wipes at his chin before nodding at the book.
âI want to show you something.âÂ
âWhat?â You can feel the excitement radiating through your bones, as Professor Song enters the room. Butterflies begin to erupt within you as he smiles widely wrinkling his nose. âYouâll really like it. Hey, do you...have a pen?â
âYouâre just going to go over there and not be a baby.â You whisper to the mirror before stomping rapidly on the floor with your foot. Your eyes peer over at the bed, flitting between the two outfits you have casually laid out for your date. No! Not date! Hang out! Youâre both hanging out! You sit on the floor, head leaning back against the door before Artemis climbs into your lap. âI think I really like him.â You whisper to your cat as she curls into a ball within your lap.Â
âHeâs not like how I thought he was at all and my heart keeps doing this stupid thing where it stops and I feel like Iâm dying.â You whisper fiercely to the cat as her paw extends over your calm lazily. She yawns loudly and you scoff gently, âNo yawning while Iâm spilling my heart to you!â
You lift her up before looking into her sleepy eyes. âI think I really like him and Iâm not afraid of it. Itâs freaking me the fuck out!â She closes her eyes before you press the cat into your chest. Thinking back to all your moments spent with him, you can feel those butterflies again. Flying around without a care as a smile begins to grace your face. âIâm not afraid and itâs freaky.â
You wore something prettier for this hang out. You listened to your heart instead of your head for once and you were impressed with the outcome. Your hair falls in rivets around your shoulder before you knock on his door. âItâs open.â
Your hand turns the knob before being greeted by the familiar golden fixtures around you. âY/N!â Jimin yells loudly as he throws his arms up, wine sloshes onto his bare chest as you giggle at him.
âHi Jimin!â You give a small wave as Adoneus rubs his head against your thigh. âHi!â You crouch down to rub at his head and he purrs loudly for you.Â
âWine for the prettiest human alive?â He goes to stand before Jeonggukâs bedroom door opens. âCome, Nemesis. Leave the drunk alone for a while.âÂ
âNice hair by the way.â You comment as a dove perches on Jeonggukâs shoulder. Jimin frowns before folding his arms, âMy dad made me do it.âÂ
His grumble makes you smile as your lab partner enters the room first. He sits on the bed and you canât help but think to yourself how truly comfortable you feel as you sit down next to him. His black hair is pushed behind his ears as he turns his head to you. âWant to go to a party?âÂ
You frown before looking into his eyes, âA party? Iâm not dressed for a party.â He hums before clearing his throat.
âI can help with that, actually. It isnât a regular party per se. Itâs more of a...family gathering.â He wants to take you to a family event? You fold your arms before raising an eyebrow as you let him continue.Â
âYou know how I um...I always talk like I know the gods and goddesses?â You nod slowly, your mind becoming confused as you clear your throat. âHey, Dionysus?! Sheâll need some wine.âÂ
You blink slowly before Jimin appears in the doorway in a flash. He smiles at you before holding out his empty hand. You step forward to take it, confused at the meaning before his hand shimmers and a goblet appears. You choke on your own spit, coughing loudly as you back up into the window.Â
âJeongguk!â Your voice is high as your hands grip at the gold ledge of his window. âYes, goddess?âÂ
âHe-Jimin! He-â Jimin giggles before stepping into the room and you are two seconds away from ripping open the window and flinging yourself out of it. âHeâs my cousin Dionysus.âÂ
Your gaze flickers between the two handsome men before a psychotic giggle begins to erupt in your throat. Your hands find your knees as your laugh grows louder, eyes watering as you fall to the ground. âY/N.â Jeonggukâs voice is gentle as you shake your head.
âItâs mythology! MYTH! This is not real?! Whatâre you insane!?â Your giggles go dead as the dove lands on the ground in front of you before the image begins to ripple. The bird becomes a tall Asian woman with chestnut brown hair and gold eyes. You swallow thickly before wiping at your face in shock.
âThis is my mother.â Jeongguk grumbles gently, Jimin rounds his mother before grabbing your hand and putting the goblet into it. âDrink it, youâll need it.â
âWell, isnât she just a doll.â The woman's fingers pinch at your cheeks and you feel your body begin to feel tingles at her touch.
âMother, please do not embarrass me.â She scoffs before helping you to your feet. âIâm Aphrodite, a pleasure to meet you. My son really enjoys spending time with you.â You gasp, mouth falling open before looking at Jeongguk as his eyes squeeze shut.Â
You feel as if youâre in a dream, the world beginning to feel flat besides the three people in this room. Two of them who just so happen to be part of the twelve Olympian Gods! You bring the goblet to your lips before chugging it as Aphrodite giggles. âSheâs funny.âÂ
âLet me refill that for you.â Jimin snaps his fingers before your goblet is refilled and you set it down gently before rubbing your hands together. âOkay, she gets it. Can you guys just⌠shoo? Please?â They hum before Aphrodite kisses your cheek.Â
"You're very welcome. I hope to see you on high." She winks before leaving with Jimin. Your eyes widen as Jeongguk leans back on the bed. "Surprise?"
You scoff before looking at the door then back at him. Then at the door. Then him. Your finger moves with your head to both places before scoffing again. "Let me truly introduce myself. I'm Eros." The god of sexual desire and love. You swallow before fanning your face as you let out a short laugh.Â
"Y/N?" His tone is gentle as he stands up tall.Â
"It's real?! Like, you're a god?!" He hums before snapping his fingers, his casual attire turns into a royal looking chiton. He looks like everything good in this world and you find yourself clearing your throat as your eyes falter to the floor. "So you...your stories were real?! You're from Mount Olympus?!"Â
He opens his arms with a small smile before nodding. "Yes, Olympus is my home."
This is incredible! Astounding even! To be in the presence of a god is...unreal. "I wanted you to see me for me. I like you. Quite a bit, in fact. I thought you would understand."Â
He likes you?! Truly?! You hum unsurely before looking at the Eros statue in the corner and squeeze your eyes shut. "Nemesis?" Your eyes flicker to his before looking away once more.
He approaches you, hands grabbing at your arms before rubbing them gently. You feel the tingles again, you rip your arms from his before shrinking under his warm gaze. "I can make you forget this if you want...I don't want you to be afraid of me."Â
You weren't! You were just in shock. Completely and utterly lost not knowing what to do. "I just...need some time." He opens his mouth before nodding slowly. "Whatever you'd like, goddess." His words make you shiver and you feel your body go numb.Â
"I-I have a gift for you. If you'd accept it of course. I bought it from my aunt Theia. She's the goddess of-"
"Light but also the deity of gold, silver and jewels." You finish his statement and his smile makes your heart feel light as he nods. "Yes. I bought you a present if you would accept it."Â
His hands press into one another before light begins to seep out of the cracks. You stare in awe at his hands before he opens them to a glorious gold necklace. "Will you accept?" Your head nods stupefied before you can even think properly. He chuckles before stepping behind you.
The gold chain and pendant are chilly against your skin but as he clasps it tightly you feel like it has always belonged on you. "I need time to think."Â
He hums to you before hugging you from behind, "Don't run from me Nemesis, please. I like you, very much. There will be time for my family parties in the future, I hope."
Once safely inside your apartment, your body slides down the apartment door. You let out a screech before stomping the heels of your feet on the floor. âOH MY GOD!â You squeal loudly before looking up at the ceiling. This is absolutely insane! No wonder he was so fucking handsome, he was literally born from the goddess of love and beauty! And, he likes you. You! He wasnât like how people said he is at all. Well, that is for the simple fact that they donât know him at all! All of his fun sounding stories make them that much more incredible because theyâre real. He was honestly, so kind and funny.Â
He wasnât like most people and thereâs one good reason for that. He wasnât a person, he was from on high which continues to rattle your brain. You canât find the strength in yourself to stand so you opt for crawling. Which you feel blessed to have acquired a single bedroom apartment without the need for a roommate. Would be embarrassing if someone was watching you crawl towards your bed as your cat waltzes along with you. âHeâs a fucking god.â You tell your cat who in turn knocks her head into your jaw as she rubs against you. âI know! So insane!âÂ
Laying in bed you flip your phone from one hand to the other before touching the gold necklace on your neck that you never wanted to take off ever again. It came from Mount Olympus but just knowing that while Guk was up there, he thought of you and that makes it even more special. He likes you and he wants you to spend time with him. You like him and want to spend more time with him too. Your tongue swipes across your lips before unlocking your phone. Your lungs fill with air before exhaling loudly.
9:12 You: Eros.
9:13 Hades: Goddess.
You giggle to yourself before your phone falls from your hands, smacking you in the face. You whine loudly before rubbing at your cheek as you type to him.
9:14 You: Iâm done thinking.
9:14 Eros: Oh? Are you? And what does this goddess think?
9:15 You: I like you too.
Your heart begins to beat loudly, the sound filling your ears as you gasp gently. Was that wrong? Did you do the wrong thing?
You stare at your phone on the pillow beside you, eye twitching as your phone screen still stays black. You whine loudly before pressing your face into the pillow. Of course it was a dumb idea. He probably has a bunch of women, goddesses even, that adore him.Â
9:30 Eros: Fuck! Iâm so sorry! Dionysus spilt wine everywhere, broke the fucking vase that Hephaestus made us and I had to clean it up!
You grab your phone before reading his message and smiling.Â
9:31 You: A vase? Where do I get a god crafted vase? I want one.Â
9:32 Eros: Your wish is my command, goddess.
Your doorbell goes off and you jump at the noise before tilting your head. âHello?â Your voice is loud, echoing throughout the apartment before standing up.Â
âDelivery for Y/N.â The voice calls through the door. You exit the bedroom before opening the door. A man in an all brown ensemble stands before you, he has a winged shoe medallion hanging from his neck as he blows a bubble with his gum. âHermes nice to meet you, doll face. Here.â
He thrusts the box at you before popping the bubble of gum. âH-Hermes, like the god of messages?â Your voice comes out in a squeak as he winks at you. âIn the flesh. Sign here.âÂ
You stammer on a few syllables before setting the box down and grabbing the clipboard. âLike, actually Hermes?â He nods slowly before tapping the clipboard and blowing another bubble. Your eyes glance over his attire before clearing his throat.
âListen, Erosâ new girlfriend, I got stuff to do. Hmm? I have three people I have to guide to the Underworld in like twenty minutes so-â He taps the clipboard, â-sign the sheet so Eros doesnât murder me in my sleep.â
You clear your throat before signing the sheet attached to the clipboard and handing it back to him. Erosâ new girlfriend? You blush brightly before pushing your hair behind your ear. âNice to meet you, Hermes.â The blush that graces your cheeks makes him chuckle as he pulls a packet of gum from his pocket and hands you a stick. âNice to meet you, too kid. You watch out for that diaper wearing Cupid okay? Heâs got a fragile heart.âÂ
You nod slowly as he snaps his fingers before vanishing into thin air, small flecks of gold rain down from where he was standing and your mouth opens wide before a squeal leaves you. You grab the box before trudging back into the apartment and into your bedroom. The box is heavy and with a groan you haul it onto your bed. Your fingers begin to twitch with excitement, eyes widening before hugging the box to your chest. Wow! Jeongguk is actually the coolest person youâve ever met. Coolest god, youâve ever met. Only god. Anyway.
You open the box before staring inside. Just the rim of the vase exuded richness and you find yourself carefully pulling it out of the box before staring at it. Beautifully glazed clay with the faces of the twelve Olympian gods stamped on the base. âHoly shit.â
Where would you even put this beautiful thing? Your phone buzzes loudly and you set the vase down gently before scrambling for your phone.
9:41 Eros: Do you like it?Â
9:41 You: UH YES! THANK YOU!
9:42 Eros: Haha! Anything for you, goddess. See you tomorrow!
9:43 You: Goodnight.
You did it again. You had a super sexual dream about your lab partner slash crush slash god. And, honestly, when you woke up you werenât the least bit insecure. âHe finds me attractive.â You tell your cat as you comb your hair in the mirror as you get ready for class. The cat blinks at you slowly before laying down.Â
âHe likes me. Me! Can you believe it?! I mean, Iâm not even that special or great or anything and he has a crush on me!â You scoff to yourself before smiling. You look at the time before jumping up, Aphrodite might be waiting underneath the weeping willow today.Â
You rush to the weeping willow only to see an Asian woman sitting down on what seems to be a blanket made of silk. You were so excited to get here and now that you are, you can feel yourself becoming smaller as she looks over at you. âCome! Iâve been waiting for you.âÂ
You give her a shy smile before walking over and standing awkwardly next to the silk blanket. She looks up before smiling warmly and patting the spot next to her. âI donât bite, come. Sit.âÂ
You clear your throat gently before sitting down beside her and putting your hands in your lap. She hums before folding her legs beneath her and smiling. She holds out her hand and a golden hairbrush appears. âWell now, I like being able to spend time with my son's beloved.â You open your mouth to reply as she sections off your hair before combing through it. Her tone is gentle before she snaps her fingers and an apple falls into your lap.
âI really love these.â She wrinkles her nose sweetly as you take a bite. âGood, Iâm glad you enjoy them. Do you also enjoy spending time with my son?â
Your teeth sink into the apple before stopping at her question. The back of your hand swipes across your lips before looking back at her. âYes, I do⌠Is that wrong?â
She laughs gently before shaking her head. Her hand sends electrical currents through your body as she swipes her thumb over your cheek. âNot at all, little one. I just have grown so protective of him after the whole business with Psyche.â You hum before folding your arms. You recall his anger every time she was brought up and you canât help but question why. âWhat happened?â
Aphrodite tuts her tongue as she continues to comb through your hair. âI think Eros should be the one to tell you. He was so heartbroken for so long and then he met you. You seem to make him smile and feel as light as air again and I do enjoy seeing him so happy.â You feel yourself beginning to blush at her admission before hugging your backpack to your chest. Her eyes flicker to your necklace before smirking, her fingertips dance over the gold before sighing happily.Â
âI hear a grumpy boy coming.â She whispers as if she is spilling a big secret.
âMother.â Jeonggukâs voice is clipped and you find yourself smiling at him as he narrows his eyes at the situation at hand. âSon.â
âWhatâre you doing?â His voice is riddled with tension before giving you a sweet smile. His eyes narrow back at his mother as she clears her throat. âJust combing Y/Nâs hair.â
âWhy?â He questions before holding his hand out to you. You make no move from the goddess as she sets down the hairbrush.
âBecause I wanted to. Because I like her. Is that so wrong?â He rolls his eyes before shaking his hand and you look over at her as she nods. âGo on, little one. Heâs in no mood to fool around today.âÂ
You take his hand before bowing to her as he slings his arm over your shoulders. âIt was very nice to see you again, goddess.â She giggles before nodding. âThe pleasure is mine. I look forward to seeing you on high.â
âZeus above.â Jeongguk mutters before pulling you away. You give her a small wave and his hand physically turns your head to look in front of you. âDonât be so mean! Sheâs the goddess of beauty!â
He chuckles gently before ruffling your hair, âYeah well, Iâm the god of sexual desire and you donât see me begging for women to suck me every minute of the day.â You smack his hand over your shoulder as he laughs loudly.Â
âCome on, goddess.â As you enter the building you look over at his other shoulder, the strap of a backpack hangs loosely on his leather jacket and you point at it. âYouâre wearing a backpack.âÂ
He hums before looking down at you, âTo impress you. And! I even brought a pen today.â You laugh as you both enter the lecture hall.
Being with Jeongguk is amazing. Thereâs no other way to describe it. He makes your knees weak and your heart explode into a million stars that could paint the galaxy. You find yourself wanting to spend every minute with him. Not just because heâs a god, of course. Because, heâs genuinely an interesting person that you feel comfortable around. He does sweet things for you when you donât even ask him to and he always puts you first. He hasnât even deemed you his girlfriend yet and he acts as if youâre his wife. Itâs very comfortable with him and you wouldnât want it any other way.
âThen one time I accidentally ran into Herc as he was fighting a titan and I got shoved off of the pantheon. Hermes had to come and save me as I was falling.â Jeongguk mumbles as you lay next to each other in his bed. He snaps his fingers before pointing as the image on the ceiling changes. âThatâs my mother and father's house.âÂ
Your eyes drift to the marble mansion before looking at a mansion beside it on itâs own floating stones. âWhose house is that one?â He hums before snapping his fingers as the ceiling goes dark. âMine.â
You furrow your eyebrows at his short tone. âYou donât sound very happy about it.â He snorts before drinking some wine, âYes well, not many good things happened there.âÂ
âOh?â You sit up in his bed, legs folding underneath you as he looks over at you. His hair falls into his eyes as he gives you a small smile. âPsyche lived there, too.âÂ
Ah. âWhatâs up with that story? It always seemed like it had a happy ending.â He gives a quick laugh before setting down his goblet and grabbing your hands. âIt really, really doesnât.âÂ
âCare to talk about it?â He groans before sitting up and leaning against the headboard. His arms cross before his head lolls backwards. âI mean, do you wish to hear about my tryst with another human? Besides you?âÂ
You shrug before putting your hands underneath your chin, âYou like me, right?â
âGods yes. More than you know. Youâre so refreshing and sweet.â You smile at his compliment as his head tilts towards you, tongue running over the inside of his cheek. âThen you can tell me, I wonât be jealous. Iâm here with you, in this bed.âÂ
He shakes his head with a chuckle before closing his eyes, âYouâre really something different, huh? Fine. Hold my hands.âÂ
You put your hands in his before closing your eyes. You see her now, Psyche, her beauty was breathtaking. She was married to Eros, an arranged marriage that she had been forced into. She sat alone in a magnificent castle, gold columns, floors made of jewels and silver lined the walls. She was suspicious then, and an empty house welcomed her.Â
âI was never home, I was always out with my brother and Dionysus.âÂ
She waited patiently for her husband to return home, laying in the large gold bed, eyes screwed shut. Then he appeared out of gold mist, he lays down behind her whispering sweet nothings into her ears and her face becomes passive. You feel your heart clench and your stomach roll before inhaling deeply through your nose.
Jeoggukâs hands clenched tighter onto yours, âShall I stop?â
âNo.â
Days pass and you can tell just how truly happy Psyche is. But, you can see her pain, too. You can see the way her eyes fill up with tears as she walks the halls of the large castle alone. You can hear her call out to her sisters and family members, her sweet voice bouncing off of the silver walls. She relays how much she misses them, how lonely she is. How she doesnât want them to suffer because of her.
That night, as she lays in bed, he reappears behind her. Jeonggukâs body shimmers as he clutches her tightly. She asks him if her family can come up to the castle and see her, to know she is alive and well. He denies her but when he hears her whimper out of sadness he grants her that favor. He warns her though, to not let her sisters influence her mind or their relationship will crumble. She agrees to this before falling asleep.
The next day, her two sisters arrive with the grace of Hermes. The three sisters hug and cry with one another, happy to be together again. Upon entering the castle though, the sisters are too deeply amazed with what they see. How the floor is engrained with jewels and all of the expensive trinkets that litter the halls. Envious they question their sister throughout dinner, asking her who her husband is to have such wonderful treasures.
You can hear yourself gasp gently and Jeongguk lets out a bitter laugh, âI know. Keep watching it gets fucking better.â
Psyche tells them he is a young handsome hunter, that of which they do not believe. The sisters look across to each other at the dinner table before subtly nodding, their jealousy overtaking their minds as they make a pact to hurt their sister. As they say their goodbyes they whisper words of warning to Psyche. Telling her that her husband is an awful snake from the oracle Dephi. That this is the reason why he doesnât allow her eyes to ever grace his face, he is an ugly wicked beast.Â
They had warped her mind like Jeongguk had warned her of. She speaks to herself in the day, alone in the castle. Asking herself why he does not come in the day and why he does not let him see her. He must be hiding something horrendous and she would shine a light in his face that night to see if he is a horrendous snake. And, if he is she will kill him. If not, she will go back to sleep peacefully.
âPsyche!â You find yourself whining and Jeongguk smirks before opening his eyes and staring at you. You are completely engrossed in the memories you watch and he runs his thumb over the back of your hand before tilting his head. You werenât like this woman who he is showing you, you are someone far better than he could ever hope for. He feels lucky to have gotten to know you and in this luck, he wants to push it farther. He wants to know you forever.
Jeongguk sleeps peacefully and you watch as Psyche grabs the candle with a shaky breath.Â
âDonât do it, idiot. Heâs Eros!â Jeongguk chuckles gently before kissing the back of your hands.
Psycheâs face reveals great relief as the candle shines upon his handsome face. She falls to her knees and thanks the gods for this handsome man before her. As she leans against him a drop of oil falls from the head of the candle before burning Jeonggukâs back. He wakes up, pain written all over his face before looking at his wife as she thanks the gods. He scoffs, hand reaching to his back before standing and leaving without a word. Distrust is written over his features as he puts on his chiton.Â
Psyche runs after him as he descends the stairs of the castle, she hears his voice on the wind loud and clear as he tells her love cannot live without trust. She falls at the highest step of the castle stairs before wailing loudly.
You tut your tongue before frowning and you feel a tear squeeze past your shut eyes. âWhat an idiot.âÂ
She cries on the doorstep for days, her body turning frail before deciding she would look everywhere for him and regain his love.Â
Jeongguk opens his eyes once more before wiping his thumb over your tear stained cheek.Â
Psyche goes to the temple of Aphrodite, praying to the goddess to give her back her husband. She begs the goddess to talk to her son and come back to her. She tells Psyche that she must be certain she is right for Eros, since she can distrust so easily. She tasks Erosâ wife with three tasks and if she does not complete them then he will be gone from her forever. Of course, Psyche agrees.
âWait for it.â You hear Jeonggukâs voice whisper smugly before he is kissing at the back of your hands once more.Â
The goddess shows Psyche a mountain of different seeds. She tells her to separate the seeds before noon or she will never see Eros ever again. The goddess is gone in a shower of golden dust. She wails loudly as she separates the seeds knowing she would never have the time to complete the task. As she continues her task, a group of ants begin to pass by before deciding to help the crying woman. The seeds were then separated into smaller mounds that Psyche deemed acceptable. When Aphrodite saw these mounds she became angry and made Psyche sleep in the field.
âMy mother can be a bitch sometimes.â You giggle at his statement before paying attention to the scene behind your eyelids.Â
The next morning Aphrodite comes back to the field, with a horrendous task. She points to a river as it flows freely over a large hill. The water is pitch black, abhorrent and running quickly. She tells Psyche to fill a jug with the water.Â
âDamn, Aphrodite. She could get hurt.â You mumble to yourself as your teeth nip at your bottom lip. âYou arenât watching a movie, goddess. Youâre watching my life.â Jeongguk jeers before running his hand over your hair.Â
Psyche reaches the waterfall before discovering just how sharp and jagged the rocks. The black water was slippery and only a winged animal would be able to cross the rapids easily. An eagle flies Psyche to the waters after watching her fail several attempts out of sympathy for the still weeping woman. Aphrodite tells Psyche that she would not have passed without having help. She demands the weeping woman of yet another service, telling her she can prove herself to be as determined as she claims to be.
âWhoa. Aphrodite was on a rampage.â The god before you hums playfully, âShe was angry that Psyche was beautiful, quite like she is, she has since grown up.âÂ
Aphrodite gave Psyche a box, telling her to go to the Underworld and ask Persephone to drain her beauty into the box as a gift for the goddess of beauty. Obediently, Psyche to the road to Hades. Crying for two days and two nights before getting gates. She got onto a boat, one that was made of bones and leather as it crossed the river where the dead used to leave. She gave gold to the boatman, Charonte, to help her find her way to the dark palace of Persephone.Â
âWhereâs Cerberus?â You whisper as your eyes squeeze tighter at the dim lighting of the Underworld. Guk chuckles before brushing his lips against your cheek as his forehead presses to your temple. âCerberus lives with Hades in his palace. Persephone has her own. You know she canât stomach him.â You open your mouth gently before nodding. Another story for another day, perhaps.
After a day of travelling, Psyche finds Persephone. She begs the queen of the dead to drain her beauty into the box for Aphrodite. Which, the queen does willingly because it was so asked by the goddess of beauty. She would always be glad to serve Aphrodite. With this third task done, Psyche travels back up to the surface before giving Aphrodite the box. Upon opening it, the goddess of beautyâs skin turns black as night, eyes turning bright red out of anger. She swears to keep Psyche a slave forever and never let her go.
You whistle before flinching as Aphrodite flies into the air leaving Psyche alone in the field. Vines grow tall around her imprisoning her as she cries out for help from Eros. Upon hearing her cries the gods and goddesses tell Eros, who has locked himself away due to heartbreak, all of the unjust things his mother has done.
âHere we go.â He mumbles to you before pulling you into his chest.
He flies down to Psyche before enveloping her into a hug, whispering sweet nothings into her ear and promising to never leave her side. They return to the palace before long and he promises to stay around forever. Their days turn into weeks and their happiness is unending. And yet, Psyche still talks to herself, mumbling that he is a snake underneath the handsome god's skin. He planned all of this to happen, he set his mother upon him to give her these terrible tasks. Her skin begins to turn pail as the light in her irises dim. She swears at him, shoving him away as if he is a demon. He tries to hold her, to calm her but she becomes mad. Raving and ranting as her long nails scratch and dig at his skin. He begins to bleed, tears of gold leak from his eyes.
You feel yourself begin to cry as you watch him writhe in pain. He brings you closer burying your face into his chest as your hands grip tighter at his. âIâm alright, goddess. Iâm okay.â
She wishes death upon him, begging him to leave her be in the big palace by herself. She couldnât bear to look at him as if he had wronged her in every way known to man. His body crumbles before long, knees cracking and splintering the brilliantly gemed floor as he weeps for her. She spits at him, grabbing a knife off of the wall before holding it to his neck. He begs her not to kill him, he tells her how ardently he loves her and yet, she leaves him alone in the palace as he falls to the floor wailing. He lays there as the days turn to night and night turns to day.Â
He pulls his hands from yours before hugging you tightly to his body. You sob against his chest and he coos gently as his hands run over your hair. âW-What happened to her?â His lips press to your hairline before picking your face up and brushing your tears away with his thumbs.
âShe is a mistress of Hades.â You sniffle before sobbing again and the corners of his lips quirk upwards. âYouâre even beautiful when you cry.â
You smack his hands away before whimpering and he merely chuckles before kissing your forehead. âDonât cry, goddess. Iâm over it, it was a long time ago.â
You rub at your face, chafing your skin with your sleeves before sniffling, âHave you ever loved after that? Did you ever find someone?â He tilts his head before smiling, his finger booping your nose before chuckling.Â
âI have indeed.â You look up at him as he shakes the hair from his face. His coffee irises gleam with delight as he tuts his tongue to the roof of his mouth. âWhat was her name?â
Your voice is a whisper in the expanse of his room as he curls his hands around the Eros pendant you were vigilantly. âShe sits before me. On my bed. Rubbing the skin off of her face as she cries for my past loves.âÂ
You stiffen as he smiles lazily, his head presses against the headboard before sighing gently. He loves you? Him? This impeccable being? You canât seem to think as your heart begins to pick up speed. Jittery nervous course through your veins as your lungs restrict. âY-You love me?â
He hums gently before nodding, âI do, goddess. Very much.âÂ
Your body lifts itself up before throwing yourself on to him. He grunts gently before laughing as you wrap your arms around his golden skin, his large hands caress at your cheeks before wrapping a hand around your neck.
âI do indeed.â He kisses you gently. The feeling of his lips makes goosebumps produce on your skin as you gasp gently. Your hairs stand on end as your body begins to vibrate at his touch. Your eyes open wide as his skin begins to glow before you and as you pull away you can see yours doing the same. He groans gently before flipping you over and kissing you as if his life depends on it. Your heart rate soars, the sound resounding in your ears as your fingers tangle into his long hair.
He moans against your lips, a sound so carnal your hips are lifting off of the bed at his touch. âGoddess.â He whispers gently as his lips trail across the skin of your jaw. You whimper at how deep his voice has gotten as lust enshrouds him.Â
You pull at his hair gently as his hands begin to knead at your thighs. âGoddess. I cannot do anything with you until you are my wife.â You pull at his head, scoffing as he kisses down your neck. Lips plucking gently at your skin before sitting up.
âWhat?! Guk! Fuck me!â He chuckles gently before leaning back on his heels. You eye his erection, how it strains against the fabric of his sweatpants before reaching for it. He grasps your wrist gently, his touch is electric sending tingles through you as he shakes his head. âI cannot do a thing with you until you are on high.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at him before shaking your head. âExcuse me?â
âIâve made a promise to my mother, goddess. If I do not abide by the promise I will burst and no longer exist.â Your jaw drops open before sitting up. âWow.â
He hums before looking down at his sweatpants and running both of his hands through his hair. âI will wait for the day you accept me.â
After that telltale night, you find yourself falling in love with the god that gives you everything so willingly. Heâs become such a large part of your life that you canât seem to help always wanting to be around him. The Graceful Gods project was due tomorrow and you yet again are in his bed as the pen cap sits snugly between your teeth. âWhat else should we add to it?âÂ
Jeongguk looks up from the notebook before yawning and lying down, âNothing. For the fiftieth time. Just lay down with me and let's sleep.â He opens up his arms and you pout before flailing the book in front of his face. âYouâre already a god, I need to complete this so I get a good grade and graduate with honors.âÂ
He smirks before pulling at your arm. Your body lands on top of his and he hums to himself happily. You both lay quietly for a moment before he lifts his head. âMove in with me.â Â
âWhere, in here? Where we can hear-â You point to the sky before hearing loud moans ricochet through the apartment. He chuckles before pressing his hands to your ears playfully. âNo, to Olympus. Move in with me.â
The book falls from your hands as he offers you such a thing. To move into his palace in the sky?! You squeak gently as his hand runs over your back. âI love you and I want you to spend your days with me.âÂ
You do love him. Youâve never loved anyone more than him. Well, come to think of it heâs the only one youâve ever truly loved. A love that shakes up your heart and you would give your life for him gladly if you needed to. It was a pure love, built from nothing but apples and vases. But, it was a love of your own that had your heart soaring.
âAfter we complete the project. I will.â You promise him. He smiles widely, so widely youâre afraid his skin will crack before his lips are on yours. His kiss is filled with ardor, pouring all of his emotions into the kiss as you both begin to glow in the dim lighting of his gold coated bedroom. He kisses you until all of the breath is stolen from the both of you. His hands run over your sides before putting his forehead to yours. âSo.. the project, you wanted to add something else?â He whispers before hooking his chin over your shoulder. You giggle quietly before throwing the notebook on the floor and kissing him once more.
âYouâve done exceptionally well, which is surprising to me because Jeongguk seems to show as little interest in Greek mythology as I do when my wife continuously packs me cheese sandwiches for lunch.â Professor Song mumbles before throwing the sandwich on to his desk. You stand beside the man you love, head bowed down as you await your grade. âVery interesting how you formed the bond between Aphrodite and Hephaestus as a working love and not one made of anger like the books usually show. I was rather captured by it.â
You smirk as well as the god next to you. You can recall sitting underneath the weeping willow as Aphrodite brushed your hair telling you the tales of her marriage with her not so handsome husband as you wrote diligently into your notebook. âI do enjoy the hard facts, although what could be so hard about them when theyâre fiction.âÂ
Jeongguk smirks beside you before pressing his fist to his lips. âBut I also enjoy how you made them feel like real people. As I said before I was captured by it. You both get an A.â Your eyes shoot up to Professor Songs before youâre squealing and wrapping your arms around your partner. He hugs you tightly before chuckling as you jump up and down excitedly. âYou get to graduate with honors, Y/N. Congratulations. Iâm sure this really has given you excitement.âÂ
You thank him generously, having to be pulled out of the lecture hall by your boyfriend as you continue to jump up and down. His lips press to your forehead and you feel your body light up, your nerve ending jumping and vibrating at his touch. "Come with me, goddess. Iâve waited too long for this day."
His house is empty when you arrive, you can hear rain pattering against the windows. Adoneus sits patiently in front of the Dionysus statue before perking up at the sight of you. "You know when it rains, Zeus is angry or emotional about something. Since Jimin is not here, he must have done something to upset his father."Â
You giggle at his words before watching as he snaps his fingers. Your clothes ripple before changing and your jaw drops as you feel the rich fabric against your skin. The peplos falls in rivets and you find your fingers feeling the silken fabric. âBeautiful.âÂ
His attire changes to a chiton and you find yourself feeling that fabric too. Pushing your body closer to his as he wraps his arms around your waist. âGoddess.â
You hum quizzically as your fingers drift over the baggy silk shirt, feeling his abs contort with every breath. You stand up, lips drifting over his golden skin and he lets out a gentle sigh.Â
âGoddess.â You suck gentle patches over his neck, leaving small markings indicating him as yours. Your body jumps and he catches you easily, his hands finding purchase on the globes of your ass before squeezing gently. A small moan leaves you and his jaw flexes as you kiss over it. âBaby. We canât, you know this.â
You hum to him as he squeezes your ass again, your legs wrap around his waist as your arms run over his shoulders. âI donât want to explode into gold dust.â
His admission makes you giggle before you gyrate your lower body over his. His cock, hard and throbbing, as your core runs over his. âZeus above.â His lips chase yours before pulling you into a kiss that sets off a glow between you both. âYouâre being a bad girl, goddess. You know what you do to me.âÂ
You giggle before pulling him back in, his teeth bite your bottom lip. Pain radiating through you, you gasp only to have it be swallowed by his mouth as his tongue caresses yours. He moans loudly, a noise that mixes in with the thunder as it crashes loudly outside. You can feel your heartbeat pick up, as your fingers card through his black hair. His fingertips massage at your ass before walking over to the couch and laying you down gently. He straddles you before lifting the peplos and licking his lips. His coffee irises are all but black, blown out with lust as his bottom lip purchases between his teeth. âI love you.â
âI love you, too.â His hands are warm as they caress your bare sides. He bows down, lips connecting to yours as your stomach begins to unfurl in wanting. His hands reach for your breasts before a throat clears.
You both jump before turning your heads to the noise. Aphrodite stands, leaning against her statue before biting an apple. Jeongguk jumps up before hauling you with him. He gives an embarrassed chuckle and you canât help but feel your cheeks flush as she stares at you both. âIn front of my statue? You would defile each other?âÂ
He rubs the back of his neck before looking at you and giving you a small smile. She laughs gently before throwing him the apple, which he catches with quick reflexes before sinking his teeth into it. âI came because you told Hermes something very special was happening today. I assume it isnât you turning into gold dust?âÂ
He clears his throat before rubbing his hands together as if heâs getting scolded. âYes. Um⌠Y/N is going to ascend today. Thatâs why sheâs wearing the peplos.â His voice is a whisper before looking over at you, fingers scratching nervously at his scalp. He looks at his mother as she gasps. âToday?!â
You nod happily and within seconds she is lifting you off of the couch with ease before wrapping her arms around you and jumping. âThis is so exciting! I canât wait! I have so much to do! I-â She stops herself as her body rocks yours with glee. âDrink the Ambrosia slowly, your body will thank you for it. I have to go! I have to speak with Apollo, Dionysus, and Caerus. Oh! And-â She disappears within seconds, her body turning into gold shimmer before you two are left alone once more.
Jeongguk chuckles gently before wrapping his arms around you, âI think we can expect a festival awaiting us.â You wrap your arms around his before burying your face into his neck. His scent calms you and you feel your body ease into his. His hands drift over your hair, pulling your face ever closer to his body. âAre you ready?âÂ
You feel your throat tighten before looking up at him, his eyes are on yours. Alight with love and fiery passion before he snaps his fingers. Two gold goblets appear on the table and you gasp gently. The thick liquid calls out to you, glowing gently in the dim apartment. âOnce you drink this you will become immortal. You will not age, you will not die. You will stay by my side forever. We'll be married in the eyes of the gods and goddesses of the pantheon."
Your eyes flicker to the cup before biting the skin on your lip. To be with this man, this god, for your eternity sounds something akin to pure bliss. Without a second thought you pick up the cup. The liquid ripples slowly and you can see Guk begin to smirk as he picks up his own. âI love you, goddess.â
âI love you, too.â You bring the goblet to your lips before sniffing it gently. The smell makes you blink, âHoly shit.â
His laugh is loud before he sips his own drink. âYeah, I know.â The smell is clean and pleasant. You can only liken it to itself, seeing as how youâve never smelt or drank anything like it. Although, come to think of it this is Jeongguk's scent that you could never put your finger on.
âDrink it slowly, baby.â Your lips part for the thick drink, eyes on his as his nose wrinkles. His hand lands on your clothed thigh, stroking it comfortingly as you take a small sip. The thickness coats your tongue, your tastebuds scream with pleasure as your eyes go wide. You can feel your mouth warm up as the flavor bursts within you. âOkay.â He whispers before grabbing the goblet as your head lolls back.Â
You swallow the Ambrosia before your mind blanks. White noise fills your ears and Jeongguk sets down the goblets before cradling you in his arms as your body stiffens. You whimper gently at the locked feeling before your eyelids fall shut. âYouâre okay, goddess.âÂ
Your heart stops for a minute, veins falling still before your body jolts as an electrical current runs through you. It runs hot and fast, pushing your blood out of every vessel before you still once more. Your chest begins to glow, a subtle gold before it shines brightly, radiating through you to each limb. Your hands move first, numb but still pliable as you clench onto his arms. He pulls you to him, coddling you to his chest as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.Â
Your heart begins again, pumping furiously as your eyes snap open. âThere she is.â Your mind becomes clear, a loud gasp emits through the room before you look down at your radiating skin. He hugs you tightly, lips kissing over your face as he tells you how much he adores you. âThank you. For coming to me.â
You hug him back, sitting like this for a small while. You grab the goblet again before taking a sip and relishing at the taste. No food or drink could ever compare to its deliciousness and you find yourself never wanting to have anything else. âSnap your fingers for me.â
You raise an eyebrow as you look upon his handsome face. He closes his eyes and snaps, an apple appears on the table. âFor me. Just let me see what your fruit is.âÂ
You snap your fingers before tilting your head as nothing happens. Jeongguk furrows his eyebrows before shrugging. You pout deeply making him chuckle before his lips are against your temple. âThatâs okay, goddess. Not everyone can get a fru-â
His sentence is interrupted as the apartment begins to rumble. He widens his eyes before holding you close as the marble floor begins to crack and splinter. âWhat the fuck?âÂ
A tree erupts from the ground, groaning loudly as branches smack against the ceiling before apples begin to grow off of the tree's limbs. âZeus above!â He pushes you off of him before stepping around the coffee table and plucking an apple off of the tree. Your mouth drops open and he laughs loudly before throwing the apple up in the air. âBy the gods, youâre incredible.âÂ
He stands there before tilting his head to you, "You know, I've had a crush on you since that day you watched me on that bench." You smile gently at his admission before crossing your legs. That was a while ago now.
"Then why didn't you talk to me?" He hums to himself before clearing his throat. "Gods can be insecure too, goddess. Maybe I was just happy to sit next to you every day." You mewl at his words gently before taking another sip of your Ambrosia.
He takes a bite of the apple before chuckling to himself. He holds out his hand as he walks towards the hallway. âCome, my goddess. You have a welcome party to attend to.â
You watch, eyes enraptured as the walls turn into jelly before he pushes open the simple closet door. Clouded stairs greet your path, illuminated by a lavender sun. He steps onto the clouds before smiling at you. âCome.â He holds his hand out waiting for you as you peek your head through the door.Â
âHoly shit. This isâŚâ
âOlympus.â You can hear wings flap and as you step out nervously, foot tapping against the cloud to make sure it's stable you see a flying horse with a man on its back. âIs thatâŚ?â
âPegasus and Heracles. Yes.â You squeal loudly, feet stomping on the cloud making him laugh gently. âIâm sure youâll meet many of my family. If Jimin had a hand in this party, youâre in for a treat.âÂ
He goes to step up the staircase with you before turning sharply. âTry not to let my aunts touch your skin. Theyâre insane.â
He steps up another step before stopping, âAnd, donât drink too much Ambrosia. Youâll get sick.â
You nod thoughtfully as he stops at every stair. You whine loudly as excitement courses through you wanting to see the pantheon just a few meters away. âAnd donât leave my side.â
âDonât touch any animals.â
âDonât accept any offering that demigods try to give you.â You roll your eyes as you begin to ascend with him.Â
âIf you see Helios, donât look directly into his eyes or your skin will burn.â
âHymenaios will congratulate you on our wedding, if he tries to-â
âJeongguk!â He tilts his head with a pout as you wrap your arms around his waist. âRelax. Iâm going to be just fine.â
His lips drift over your hairline before nodding, âYes, goddess.â
Harpsichords begin to play as you cross the golden gates. Your breathing stops as you take in the bustling pantheon in front of you. You eye the floating isles set upon clouds and jagged stones and in the distance you can see Jeonggukâs home. You point to it before squealing and he smiles at you. âYes, that is our home.âÂ
You hug him tightly, feet stepping giddily on the stone floor as you gasp as Pegasus steps in front of you both. âEros.â
âHerc. Pleasure.âÂ
The horse brushes itâs white face against you and you look up at the divine hero. He bows his head to you before smiling. âGoddess. Good morning to you.â His body was chiseled and riddled with scars from his battles that he so dutifully fought. You find yourself beginning to swoon as his pectoral muscles ripple. âThe Hall is getting ready for your arrival. I was told to bring you this.âÂ
Heracles snaps his fingers and you feel a weight on your skull. Jeongguk hums gently before fixing your hair behind your ears. âPretty gift. From who?â
âTheia and Aphrodite.â He nods and you point at your head. âIs it a crown?âÂ
He wrinkles his nose cutely before nodding. âA pretty one too.âÂ
âWell. Iâll be off. Pegasus, say goodbye to our new goddess.â The horse whinnies loudly and you gasp with delight before petting his head. âHi Pegasus!âÂ
Jeongguk steps back to look at you in your entirety, his heart swells with adoration before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing gently. âOh!â
You look up at Heracles once more as he snaps. âHave a nice flight.â Winged sandals appear on your feet and you gasp loudly, gripping at Jeonggukâs chiton as you float above the floor. Pegasus takes off, wings flapping loudly in the breeze before flying into the clouds above you. âIt takes some time to get used to, like riding a bike.â
âYou know how to ride a bike?â You find yourself asking with a laugh, he chuckles as he begins to float beside you. âNo, but I can ride a chariot and that is much more impressive.âÂ
You reach the hall screaming bloody murder as Jeongguk laughs loudly. âYouâre fine, goddess. See.â He plants himself down on the gold steps of the large hall. Your head lolls back as your mouth opens to take in the gorgeous architecture. Pillars of marble and gold hold up the high ceilings. You eye carefully the way the pillars are cut with precision, swirls at the base and tops leaving the columns looking regal and defined. âEros!â
That is a voice you know very well. You look at Jimin as he flies towards you with a wide smile. âY/N! Can you do this yet?â He spins like a top as he floats in the air before doing a somersault. âI just got here like five minutes ago. I can barely float.â He laughs loudly before finding purchase on the ground. He produces a cup of Ambrosia before handing it to you.
âYou had to hear her, screaming like a banshee. Iâm sure Hades could hear her in the Underworld.â You scowl at your man as he chuckles delighted. Your eyes look past Jimin as godly women arrange a banquet, the likes of which youâve never seen before. âWell, well.âÂ
You turn excitedly to the woman who mothered the god you so love. She wraps you into a hug before a lyre begins to play throughout the sky. âThe beautiful goddess is here. Iâm so happy for you.â Her hand feels warm upon your cheek as you giggle shyly. âWe have many people to meet, wouldnât you say?â
âMother, weâve only just arrived.â She tuts her tongue at her son before smiling at you. âDemeter. Come meet Erosâ wife. Sheâs an absolute vision.â She pulls you away from Jeongguk as he scoffs quietly.Â
âFamily really is so annoying.â He whispers to his cousin before snapping his fingers and producing a glass of wine.Â
âDemeter, this is Y/N. Erosâ wife.â A woman turns to you and you can do all but gasp at her beauty. Her peplos is the color of wheat, which is apt for the goddess of grains and harvest. She hums delighted before putting her hands upon your face. You feel a jolt run through you before youâre licking your lips. âWell now, how gorgeous is this one.â
You smile shyly as she fixes the gold crown atop your head before giving you a motherly smile. âShe has a beauty fit for a goddess. I wish my Persephone were here to see this.â You clear your throat gently before looking over at Aphrodite as she drinks from a glass of wine. âShe has immortality, but not eternal youth. This must be fixed. Right away. Donât want you wrinkling, goddess. Hebe!â
Your attention turns to a young woman, black curls shroud her shoulders as her young face smiles at you three. âOh! Mother!â Jeongguk whines loudly as Hebe skips over. His voice is like a song you would love to hear for all of eternity. Hebe stands in front of you before clapping happily.
âWe must do something about your skin. It is already turning pale.â You point at yourself, eyes widening at the goddess of youth. She nods early before snapping her fingers and producing a small vial. âDrink. This is from my fountain.â
You take the vial before looking down at the water from the fountain of youth within your palm. âGo on, Y/N. Itâll be but a minute.â You uncork the vial before drinking the water. âZeus above!â Jeongguk yells loudly before dropping his goblet to the floor as your body goes still.
He flies over to you, catching you quickly as the three women giggle with childish intent. âYou could have let her sit or something.â You feel your skin become softer, hair becoming shinier underneath your gold crown and Jeonggukâs eyes soften before running his thumb over your cheek. âWhy must she sit when she has you. So eager to catch the young goddess.âÂ
He scoffs gently before helping you stand back up, his lips brush against your cheek. Your stomach unfurls in wanting as your hand snakes around his neck. âI do hope you enjoy my wedding gift, Eros. Doesnât come cheap.â Demeter jeers before turning back to the banquet table.Â
âI told you not to let them touch you.â He whispers through clenched teeth as you begin to smile at his handsome face. Your lower body begins to glow, womb glistening like the sun making Guk scoff.
âOh, Zeus above, Demeter! Really?! You could have just given her a loaf of fucking bread.â Demeter giggles before fixing the wheat in her cornucopia. âWhereâs the fun in that god of love?âÂ
The welcome party goes off without a hitch. You find yourself leaning into a conversation with Odysseus and Persyus as they tell you their wondrous tales that only heroes could live. Jeongguk has kept you close to him throughout the night, his hand never leaving your waist as you converse with the gods and goddesses you had believed were a myth your whole life. âWife.â Jeongguk calls your attention and your head is already lifting to look up at him. âLetâs go for a walk. Hmm?â
He takes your hand before kissing it gently and you bow gracefully to the two heroes before you are off with the god you so ardently love. âGods, they donât shut up. If I have to hear Theseus tell the tale of how he battled a minotaur one more time, I might rip my own ears off.â
You laugh gently as you both begin to float off of the island towards Jeonggukâs home. It dawns on you now that this is your own home as well. âShall I take my goddess home?â He whispers in your ear as his arms wrap around you. You giggle before burying your face into his neck, âI think so.âÂ
You step inside of the castle, your eyes not knowing where to land as fires begin to light up the cold halls. âIt hasnât been lived in for a long time.â He whispers before looking around almost as astounded as you. He pulls your hand as you both step onto the floor. You take in the jewelled floors, how they shimmer and sparkle within the orange lighting of the fire. His feet pad up a marble staircase taking you with him as you notice the missing sword on the wall. Your throat clenches at his memories youâve seen so vividly. Your hand brushes along the gold walls, feeling the expensive metal beneath your fingertips as he turns to you. âThis is our home now. This home will be filled with love and joy. The walls will tell tales of how ardently we love one another.â
Your eyes catch Artemis as she flits down the hall and you smile widely. "Couldn't leave her on Earth by herself now could we."Â
You smile at him, heart beginning to race as he lifts you up with ease wrapping your legs around his waist. âI love you, goddess.â
Your hands card through his hair as he walks into the master bedroom. âI love you, too.â
He looks at the bed before frowning. This bed holds many memories that would not do. You snap your fingers and the bed changes entirely. From gold to silver. From red bed sheets to white silk with four bed posts made of ivory. Jeongguk whistles before kissing you softly. âNow that gets my cock hard.âÂ
Your giggle ricochets off of the golden walls as he lays you down gently. âYou know⌠Weâre married now.â You hum to him as he kisses down the expanse of your neck, eyes fluttering shut as his lips pluck at the thin skin. âWe are.â
His lips suckle sweetly at your neck, tongue licking over the reddening skin as he marks you as his own. Your stomach unfurls once more, pants beginning to rip from your chest as your legs squeeze his waist. He groans gently before snapping his fingers and you are utterly naked underneath him. âZeus above, youâre so beautiful.â
With the snap of your fingers, he too is naked before you. In the dim orange lighting you can see every shadow, every curve of his muscles. The way his eyebrows furrow as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. Your eyes dance over his handsome face, watching as he bows his head down to lavish sweetly upon your body. His hands cup your breasts, lips sucking marks around an areola before encasing it with his perfectly shaped lips. Your back bows off of the white bed. Fingers running through his hair before pulling gently. You relish in the short gasp he takes at the pain and you could feel your arousal beginning to weep from you.Â
His large hands spread your thighs, as his tongue flicks against your nipple. Soft moans emit throughout the large bedroom as his hands begin to grip tighter at your sensitive flesh. âGuk!â
âYes, goddess?â His voice is deep as his eyes meet yours, in the light of the fire you can see how blown out his pupils are as he licks at his lips. âWant you.â
âYou have me.â His fingers run over the expanse of your thighs before his lips begin to trail lower. Hands grasp at your hips as he groans lowly. âYou do taste so sweet.âÂ
If you could have any thoughts you would recall how much like this your dream was that you had not so long ago but all melts away as his teeth nip playfully at the skin of your pubic bone. âShall I taste the sweetest tulip Iâve ever seen?â He cocks his head to the side, black hair falling into his eyes and you could orgasm on the spot of how handsome he is. Hands falling from his hair, your fingertips drift over his muscled arms, leading over to his pectoral muscles and down to his abs. You find it hard to concentrate as he sits up tall for you, letting you explore his body. The sinew of muscle constricts as you touch him and his head lolls back at the feeling. "Gods, your touch is incredible."
You go to sit up before he is narrowing his eyes at you. "Lay back and shower me in your pleasure." You whine gently as your hands continue to stroke his abs, wanting nothing more than to lick and suckle his taught skin.
"Goddess, bad vixens get punished in this house." Your breath catches in your throat as his head bows back down. His tongue sweeps over your closed pussy lips and you sigh gently at the feeling of his mouth upon you. He snaps his fingers and your arms are pulled over your head as white silk bands wrap around your wrists. "Guk!" He chuckles gently before spreading open your pussy lips.Â
He moans at the sight before licking a flat swipe up your sex, gathering your arousal on his tongue. "Sweeter than Ambrosia. I'd like to taste this every minute of every day, Zeus above."
You become aware of harpsichord music as his lips kiss your swollen clit. The melody is a sweet song that has your brain beginning to feel fuzzy. "Shouldn't have let Demeter touch you. Her gift makes me want to impregnate your fertile little cunt." He mumbles to himself before suckling harshly at your clit. Your body bows off of the bed, thighs pressing against his head as you moan loudly. He snaps and your ankles are stretched open and pulled tightly down onto the bed leaving you perfectly exposed for him.
"I'm going to put a god inside of your womb tonight, goddess. Would you like that?" You whimper loudly as his index finger begins to tease your entrance. "Fuck you so well the whole pantheon sees my child growing inside of you."Â
The thought has his head swimming as his lips attach back to your engorged bundle of nerves. His finger enters you slowly, moans coaxed from the both of you. Guk curls his finger slowly yet expertly to the patch inside of you that has sobs wracking from your body. Your body begins to float up and his free hand pins you down to the bed as he slowly adds in another finger. "Guk! Fuck!" He hums against you, tongue flicking faster as your arousal begins to coat his cheeks and chin. The harp grows ever louder as your body begins to illuminate for your husband between your legs. It is then that your heart begins to beat fast, stomach tightening as you whimper louder. "Shower me in your pleasure, goddess. I love you so much."Â
"Jeon-gguk!" He moans against you gently, eyes rolling back as he feels your cunt begin to pulsate around his fingers. "That's it, goddess." The light from your body begins to shine brighter and he watches your face, drinking in the pure pleasure written upon it.Â
Your stomach tightens to the fullest before your head is lolling back. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" He grips at your hip harder, your words sending all of his blood straight to his cock. His teeth graze across your clit before you're cumming loudly. The stars of the galaxy paint the back of your eyelids as you fall over the edge. The harp gets drowned out as white noise replaces it. You moan his name loudly, both of them Eros and Jeongguk alike and he sits up to watch you with greedy eyes. "Gods, you're gorgeous."
Jeongguk slowly pulls out of you. He suckles on his fingers, savoring the sweet taste of you. His hand rubs at your glowing sides, letting you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. He leans down pressing his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and thick as he cups your face with his hand. His forehead connects to yours before muttering the only three words that seem to matter. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Your hands strain against the fabric before you pout. He chuckles, sweet breath fanning your face before you're slyly smirking at him. You snap your fingers and like that, you're free from your confines. Your body lifts up before shoving him down onto the bed, he gasps gently before chuckling.Â
"I guess I'm not the only one who holds power in this home." You giggle before planting a chaste kiss upon his lips. Trailing downward, your tongue sweeps small circles over his golden skin as he glows from the orange flames. He gasps gently, mouth dropping open before his eyes flutter shut. You lick at his chest, dancing over the taught, muscular skin. He groans gently, whispering your name reverently as his hands run through your hair. You feel it again, the feeling that sends tingles through your body. Begging for the man underneath you, Jeongguk's eyes flutter open before smirking as your lower half begins to glow. "Someone's womb is dying to be filled with the seed of Eros. Hmm?"Â
You snap your fingers, white silk ribbons wrap around his wrists before yanking his arms above his head. He groans gently before chuckling. "You're astounding, goddess." You know he could easily release himself from them but he makes no move as your hands run over his thick thighs. You take all of him in now, almost gasping at his large size as his cock twitches with need. He was long and thick making your mouth water. Rose colored veins peppering his long length as it rests against his stomach. His bulbous head is blushed pink and you can help but notice the gentle curve of his immaculate cock. He whimpers when you touch his inner thighs. Hips bowing off of the bed begging for something more. "It's been so long since I've been touched." He admits and you watch how precum begins to pool at his slit.Â
The precum shimmers in the lighting and you feel your mouth go dry, begging to taste it. You wrap your hand around the base, earning a hiss from the god beneath you before kissing over his length. He groans long and low as his head smacks into the mattress. "Oh gods, goddess you don't know how long I've waited for your touch." If it's half as long as you, you have a pretty good idea.
His cock is heavy in the palm of your hand, twitching with bliss as you press your lips to the smooth skin. The harpsichords begin to play once more as you reach the head. Your tongue darts out, licking the thick precum off of him before your eyes widen at the taste. There is no musk, nothing of the sort. He tastes of Ambrosia and you find yourself pumping his cock quicker for more. Delectable is the only word to describe it. You moan gently for him, a noise that makes him grunt gently before your tongue swirls around the blushed head of his cock. He moans loudly, eyes squeezing shut as his chest begins to glow. "Oh goddess!"Â
Your mouth engulfs him, hands caressing his abed stomach as you hollow your cheeks. He is heavy against your tongue, shimmering precum streaming endlessly into your mouth as he moans your name. What you cannot fit inside of you, you begin to stroke. His body begins to twitch with pleasure, thighs flexing and unflexing before he is snapping his fingers. His hands fall free before he is sitting up to watch you suck him diligently. "You fuck my cock into your mouth so well."
You whimper, thighs pressing against each other for some relief as you feel the emptiness of your cunt radiate through you. His hands grab at your hair, pulling it away from your face to view you easier. Your tongue runs flat licks over the base, the sounds of your cheeks hollowing and sucking him echo through the room and he gasps loudly as he grips your hair tighter. "Oh fuck! Goddess! Thank you for pleasing me so well."Â
Your eyes shut at his praise and his thumb sweeps across your cheek bone as you feel him begin to throb within your mouth. His body glows brighter, moans beginning to reach new levels of high. His fingertips roll and pluck at your nipples as his bottom lip purchases between his teeth. Your hands cup his balls, squeezing and rolling them gently within your hands and you whimper as he whispers your name with reverence. "Oh shit! I'm going to cum. Oh gods, fuck, it feels so good, Y/N!"Â
You swallow around him diligently, nose nestling to his pubic bone as you let him use your throat as a cocksleeve. "Oh goddess, how I love you." He begins to fuck your face, he pulls at your hair gently. The feeling sent straight to your core as your new wave of arousal begins to weep from you. Your eyes well up with tears as he whimpers loudly. "Goddess! Yes! I-I" He falls silently as his body begins to float into the air, taking you with him. His head falls back as he gasps quietly. "Cumming. Fuck, baby. I'm cumming for you."Â
His cock throbs wildly before stilling, warm ropes of cum paint your throat and you relish in the sweet taste of him. He moans your name so loudly that the gold walls of the castle vibrate gently. He glows brightly before you both fall back down onto the bed. Your hands run over his chest as he breathes raggedly. His tongue licks at his pretty pink lips before he raises his head to look at you. His smile makes your throat tense up, the most beautiful god is really beneath you.
His hands coddle your body to his before he is laying you back and kissing you gently. His knees knock open your legs, thumb caressing your cheek and jaw as he aligns himself to you. His cock gently brushes open your lips, gathering your arousal on the underside of his cock. You moan as his bulbous head prods at your engorging clit. His lips press to yours quickly before putting his forehead to you. "Shower me in your pleasure, goddess."
The harpsichords resound throughout the room, gentle and melodic as the head of his cock prods at your entrance. Hands grip at his tattooed arms, eyes on one another's as he inches slowly inside of you. There is a burn as he stretches your pussy for him. Your cunt muscles clench and squeeze against the thick intrusion and he kisses you languidly as he takes his time. He buries himself to the hilt, choking on a moan as his tongue caresses yours. "You're so tight, goddess. So fucking wet."Â
Kissing over your jaw, he gives a small thrust to work open your pussy and you could feel every curve of his cock, every part of your cunt filled by him. His moans are gentle as his thumbs brush over your nipples. "You'll take my child so well, pretty tits will swell with the milk of the gods."
Your pussy clenches around him as your womb glows brightly. "You'd like that, goddess. Wouldn't you? Like to have a god within your womb. Growing my child strong for Olympus."Â
"Yes! Please! I want to be pregnant with your child." He moans at your reply, lips crashing down on yours as he kisses you with unbearable wanting. It is then that he pulls out slowly, the bulbous head of his cock drags deliciously through your walls before thrusting back inside.
Your back bows off of the bed, eyes rolling back as your body begins to sing with white hot pleasure. He begins a lazy pace, whispering words of ardor over you as his lips kiss at your skin. Your bodies begin to float and he takes this time to wrap his arms around you, arm muscles rippling as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
"Guk! More, please." He whimpers against your neck, tongue lazily sweeping circles over your skin before lifting his head. "Yes, goddess."
His thrusts pick up speed, your legs wrap around his waist as he grips at your hips. You can see the way his black hair begins to coat in a shimmering sweat, sticking to his forehead. His bottom lip finds purchase between his teeth as he pumps his cock into your needy cunt. "Gods, you feel so amazing. Your, fuck, your pussy is so incredible."
You sit up, chest smacking into his as you both float higher, your body bouncing on his with each thrust. His hands snake to the globes of your ass, squeezing roughly as he pulls you in for a kiss. You can see his body begin to glow once more, starting at his heart and spreading to his limbs. His strong arms take control, lifting your body with ease as your arousal begins to drip down his balls.
"Oh fuck! Eros!" With each thrust, the head of his cock prods against your cervix folds and your head lolls back as your body begins to radiate. Your toes begin to curl, the sound of the harp getting drowned out by both of your moans. It is then that he presses you both back down into the bed. Grabbing your ankles and hauling them over his shoulders as he bucks into you with fervent need.
"Y/N! Oh fuck! I'm going to spill my seed into your womb. Gonna fill you up so much you have no choice but to get pregnant with my child." The new angle has his bulbous head brushing against the bundle of nerves within you. His hands trail over your body, pinching and plucking at your stiff nipples before reaching for the apex between your thighs.
His fingers rub quick circles against your clit and your breath catches within your throat. Your body careens towards the precipice, the room filling up with white light as you moan his name loudly. You become acutely aware of how your pussy begins to throb around him, your mind going blank as you murmur his name like a prayer. "Goddess, I feel it. I feel your pretty little pussy trying to milk me of my seed. Cum on my cock, baby."
Your eyes flutter shut, hands grip at his arms. Your fingernails dig into his golden skin as it sings with pleasure. The pleasure, so intense, it brings tears to your eyes as you whimper for him. "I love you. Cum for me."Â
His thumb and index finger squeeze your swollen bundle of nerves gently and that's all it takes as you orgasm for him. Your heart beats voraciously fast, body tingling with new found pleasure as you cum for him. White noise fills your brain and you sob loudly at the pleasure. "Good girl."Â
His face is back to your neck, lips plucking at your delicate skin as he chases his own high. "Oh gods, you came all over me goddess. Squirted all over me. So gorgeous."Â
Fuzzily, you lift your head to look at his lower body, your cum shimmering on his thighs and cock. He fucks into you faster, tongue licking at his lips before his eyes are rolling back. His black hair tickles the skin of your neck as he moans your name like a prayer. âOh fuck, Y/N! Iâm going to cum! Get you so nice and big with my child inside of you.â
His words are a promise, a promise that fuels his desire to give you his everything. âYes, please fill me Eros. Give me your child!â He groans loudly as he lifts his head. His coffee irises begin to turn white as he bites his bottom lip. You feel it then, how fast his cock begins to throb within you, begging to unleash his cum deep inside of you. You can see the love, the pleasure, the wanting written over his handsome features as his eyes flutter shut. His mouth opens, tongue caressing the skin of his bottom lip before his eyebrows furrow.
âFuck! Goddess!â His hands grasp at your hips as you begin to float higher than before. The harps song begins to quicken and your back begins to arch as Guk moans. âOh gods, Iâm cumming.â
His body bursts with white light, so bright you have to squeeze your eyes shut as his cock stills inside of you. He gives small thrusts before moaning so loudly your ears ring. The orange flames of the room are burnt out as a gust of wind sweeps throughout the bedroom. Ropes of cum greet your needy cunt. Your womb swells with his seed as his cum never seems to cease. It fills you with warmth, numbing your body and you feel euphoric as he hugs you tightly to him.
He kisses over your sweaty skin, peppering you with love as you both slowly float back down to the bed. The harp turns into the sounds of a lyre before you hear trumpets begin to resound. He chuckles gently against you before shaking his head. âWelcome to Olympus.âÂ
You giggle before running your hands through his sweaty hair. He hugs you tightly before pulling out of you slowly, his tongue licks at hips before he's humming in amusement. His fingers splayed open the lips of your pussy before groaning. "Zeus above, that's hot." You watch as his cum seeps out of you, coating the silk sheets beneath you as it sparkles.Â
"I can't believe you have glittery cum." He laughs loudly, head falling back before he snaps his fingers changing the sheets beneath you both. He lays down beside you, arm wrapping around your waist before pulling your back flush to his chest. "I love you."
"I love you too."Â
Waking up in Olympus can only be described as rapture. Leaving Guk alone in the bed, you snap your fingers as you walk towards the open balcony. A light blue peplos enwraps your body and you can smell Ambrosia on the wind as you lean against the marble railing of the balcony. The lavender sky hangs high above the pantheon and you close your eyes taking in the heated rays. Once an enigma to you, Jeongguk has become everything you could have dreamed of and you find your eyes welling with tears as you open them once more.
You take in the sight of gods and goddess flying around to get from the Elysian Fields to even the market. âGoddess?â His voice croaks with the sound of morning and you giggle before putting your hands underneath your chin. You hear the sheets ruffle as he awakes and your head tilts to look at a garden with a fountain in the center. In the distance you can see Hebe sitting on the edge of the fountain combing her hair and you fill with calmness. âGood morning.âÂ
His arms wrap around you before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. âGood morning.â He pulls back before looking at the blue peplos and smirking. âYou feel different today?â
You raise an eyebrow before turning to him. âDifferent?â He hums before kissing your lips gently.Â
âBlue.â He pulls at the peplos before looking past you towards the pantheon.
His hands run down your arms to your stomach and you go wide eyed as he turns you back around. âPregnancy is different here, goddess.â You choke on your own spit before looking down at your stomach. Just a small bump, maybe signifying that you were two to three months pregnant and yet, youâre still mystified by it.
âYou-I- We just did it yesterday.â He laughs, a sweet melodic sound as his breath fans the back of your neck. âYes, we did. A very good night for me indeed.â You snort as your womb begins to glow underneath his touch. It hits you then.
âWhat about my job as a mythologist? What about everything on Earth?â He hugs you tightly as Pegasus flies above the castle.
âIâd say this is better than studying myths, donât you think? Youâre living one.â You ponder on this thought for a second before you begin to smile. âIâd say so.â
He sighs gently before rubbing at your stomach. âItâs a boy yâknow. Thatâs why youâre wearing blue.â Your heart swells before turning to him, his hands caging you against the railing as the prop up on either side of you. âAlthough the world will never write about your story, they will never know the tales of how Eros grew to love again. How our love culminated into the greatest gift of being-â His hands press to your stomach as you tilt your head, â-the pantheon will know. They will know how ardently I treasure and adore you. The gods and goddesses will know how you make my heart sing.â Your fingers reach up and touch the gold necklace around your neck and his nose wrinkles. He wraps you in his arms, chest beginning to glow as his forehead presses to yours. âFor Eros, the god of love found his own in a woman whose heart made his own weep with Ambrosia, sing like the winds of the Elysian Fields and dream such sweet dreams only Morpheus would provide.â
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Title: Rare Company
Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader
Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation from previous chapter. Several days after your initial meeting, Loki returns allowing some unexpected time together. And spurring you to wonder what could become of this, as well as trying to address what your own feelings might be for this new god.
Warnings: None, just fluff this chapter.
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Taglist: @rosaline-black , @lawfeys
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Things had fallen back into routine after a while. Even if you still caught yourself daydreaming from time to time. You had imagined working up the nerve to ask your father for permission to visit Asgard. No one from your family had in ages from all you could tell, and what an act of diplomacy that could be.
Instead of roaming far and wide as you normally would, you had more kept to these southern seas as well. That little voice inside you wondering if Loki would return. The forest nymphs had delivered word to your sea nymphs that he had departed back through what you now knew as the bifrost the very same day you had met him.
Heâd only lingered a couple more hours theyâd said, seemingly in thought within the forest before heâd called out for the bridge to reopen and had disappeared the same strange way heâd come.
You had taken the form of a dolphin today, idly swimming around the fishing boats youâd come upon in open water. They should know you symbolized luck. And if they seemed grateful, youâd gladly chase more fish into their nets in your boredom.
But it was then that another group of dolphins appeared, though you recognized them instantly for the nymphs that they were.
Excitedly they darted around you.
âHeâs back, that prince of Asgard! And he calls for you, milady!â
The shock had been immense. You really hadnât known if he would return. But youâd hoped, hadnât you? And now he was actually asking for you by name.
Of course you must go to him. You were a goddess of your word after all.
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And he was at the same beach youâd been on the first day heâd appeared. Through fatherâs magic, you could travel the hidden currents of the deep ocean, being wherever you needed to be within minutes rather than hours or the days that it would have taken mortals.
You swam slower though as you neared the shore, still underwater as youâd taken your spear from one of the nymphs once more. He was still a stranger to you after all. Though maybe that would change? It was hard to say why he really would have returned again.
There was a nervousness that was so foreign to you as you finally swam shallow enough to stand up and begin to walk from the waters. The gills on your neck that only opened when you were under for any real length of time, now dissolved back into smooth skin as the dry air reached you.
Your dress clung to your wet body as well, far more sheer in the sunlight, and for a moment you wondered if Asgardian culture was more modest in the view of their own bodies or not. You couldnât remember reading about that.
Hopefully he would not think it obscene. But as you made eye contact with him, you really could read nothing in his gaze. Only his body language looked impatient as he sat in the weak shade of a tree long gnarled by the oceanâs winds.
You bowed lightly in greeting as you stopped before him, even though you still held your spear upright in one hand. âPrince Loki of Asgard, I am pleased to see you again.â
You did notice that fleeting look through his eyes at that, as if he was once again trying to decide your sincerity.
âYou think me a fool, donât you?â Was what he finally said though. Not quite as cutting in tone as the other day however, but still very guarded.
You straightened at the accusation, though curious to his point.
But he continued before you could respond. âYou are no minor goddess, (Y/N) of the sea,â He repeated, seeming to mock your wording from your last meeting. âI read more on your kind once I returned to Asgard. Care to introduce yourself with less deception this time?â
You smiled before you could help yourself. So you were the deceptive one? When the very first time youâd ever laid eyes on him, it had only been a false image. What a strange choice of words.
But had he really done the same thing you had then? Gone home and studied you? Was he annoyed that there would be any subject he knew so little about? You wanted to know if your own studying had been enough though, as this time you answered him in the language of the Asgardians, or what you hoped was at least close enough to be intelligible.
âI did not lie to you. I am the daughter of the sea. Because my father is the sea...Poseidon, king of the sea, and god of the oceans, earthquakes, storms, and horses.â Which yes, made you a princess you supposed, niece of Zeus, and sibling and cousin to so many others in the pantheon of gods and goddesses that was the Olympus royal family.
His eyebrows raised a little as his own language came off your tongue. But you could see it would still take far more for him to really show himself impressed even as a slight smirk did cross his face for the very first time. âYour intonation still needs much work, goddess. We can keep to Greek for now.â
True, beginning to learn a new language just through the written word was far different than actually hearing it spoken. âI havenât had much time to study since you first came.â You smiled back. âI did try.â
âClearly.â He answered, though still seeming to be just the slightest amused you thought.
âSo is that the only reason you have returned? To chide me for not announcing myself a kingâs daughter?â You asked, but trying not to sound as curious as you truly were.
He did pause a moment, but you were realizing that seldom did he find himself without quick words. âPartly I suppose.â He responded. âBut you also said that I was now a guest here. Unless that hospitality has been revoked, I am choosing to take more time from Asgard in a place where I will not be bothered.â
So he still was mostly wanting solitude after all then? Though slightly disappointing, you knew it was something you could well understand. You wondered if his family could be as chaotic as your own. âThis is a good place for it then. To not be bothered I mean. And yes, I stand by my offer of your being a guest here.â
After waiting this many days you really would have preferred to be in his presence more than a few moments. But it would be rude to impose yourself as well. âI will leave you to yourself then.â You spoke, already resigning your own self to likely the rest of the day alone as a shark or a dolphin. Well, maybe something that could dive even deeper. You now felt like going lay in a trench somewhere actually.
âWait.â
The call back surprised you, even as it had sounded more like a command, pausing your rising disappointment as you glanced back over your shoulder.
âI had actually intended just to read today. But as you evidently have been reading at times as well, unlike so many others I know-â There seemed to be quite a bit of resentment to whomever he was referring to there, âI could be inclined to return to Asgard briefly and fetch some books from our library for you as well if you would like to read with me.â
You stared at the abrupt invitation. Did he really mean for you to sit with him, reading together then? So he was not entirely averse to your presence any longer?
Your silent stare only had him keep talking as if he thought he might need to further persuade you though. âI am sure you would get a far more accurate representation of Asgardian culture and history from our own authors, rather than whatever it was you had clumsily dug up here.â
The air of superiority had returned to his tone as heâd mentioned their writers of course, but he was likely right. If you wanted to read about Asgard, what better source than from the Asgardians themselves?
âI would appreciate that very much,â You said truthfully, albeit still with some surprise.
âThen it is done.â He said decisively, then standing to walk back to the forest.
âLoki,â you called before you could stop yourself though. You also realized it was the first time you had said his name this informally. You paused, unsure if this was something he generally allowed or not.
But when he looked back at you, you saw no anger in his eyes. He looked a little caught off guard himself, but only for the briefest moment.
âI...â You tried to not lose your nerve. âMay I follow you? Not to Asgard of course,â You clarified quickly. There were far too many protocols that could be broken there, âBut close enough to see the bifrost open? Iâve never seen it.â
He hesitated to consider your request. You supposed any good steward of their kingdom would. But even if you were trying some attempt at subterfuge and intended to force your way to Asgard, what threat could a single Olympian really pose? Especially only a water goddess at that.
He must have agreed you were no real threat either as he finally nodded, motioning for you to follow him.
And once you had reached that clearing again, this time you were close enough to see the symbols his last entrances had cut into the ground. Such a unique way to travel you thought.
But you were smart enough to still keep your distance as you did back back away as you saw him look to the sky.
âHeimdall!â He called. âOpen the bifrost, I need to return!â He said in his own language.
For a moment nothing happened, but then the birds began to fly as the trees shook in the growing wind. You could just see the sky, a swirl of clouds beginning before a light as bright as any of Zeusâ lightning bolts erupted down with that boom you had heard before. Loki disappeared into the light, the wind whipping all around you before the bifrost vanished back into those clouds just as suddenly and there was silence again.
âAmazing,â you breathed, just to yourself and any still lingering animals that may have heard you.
âââââââââ-
It felt like far longer than it really was you were sure. Your anticipation just stretching out the minutes as youâd waited for his return.
But when he did come back, in all the same dramatics as his exit with the bifrost opening, then closing to leave him there again in the clearing, he now had a satchel of several books.
You assumed Asgard may be a good deal cooler in temperature than your sandy beaches for as much of him that was covered in clothing. So you tried to help find the best shade that you could, and with an unblocked pass for the cool ocean breeze as you sat together beneath more trees.
âIâve put a spell on these to make them waterproof,â He commented, âThough do still take care, some of these are from Fatherâs personal collection.â
âThatâs practical,â You admitted, not at all offended, but awed really that he would bring such rare items for your viewing.
It was a bit of a slow go for you though, everything being written in the Asgardian language. But you were happy to find that you could understand enough with some effort, and that the gist of the stories and the histories being told were still coming across to you.
You werenât sure how many hours the two of you sat that way. Every now and again you could see one of the sea nymphs peeking out from where the waves were breaking, keeping a curious eye on the two of you.
Eventually it was him that finally closed the last book he had been working through though. âI suppose I should return.â He said.
You were gentle with the book you still had, closing it as well as you handed it back to him. You felt as if you should say something more, but a simple, âThank you,â was all that really came to mind in this moment.
He quieted though, looking out to the sun, now low over the darkening ocean. âIt is not as fully terrible here in Midgard as I first assumed.â
You chuckled, how often would he make a habit of these insults? âI suppose any place can have its good qualities.â
But you badly wanted to ask him what had brought him here in the first place then. If he was to come to the mortal realm, wouldnât it have made more sense to stay to the north where he was already legend? Why come here to the lands of the Olympians?
âYou do have a way of staring through a person when youâre curious about something. You realize this donât you?â He asked you in return though, just observing your features then.
You blinked, genuinely wondering if he possessed telepathy and you hadnât known it.
âYouâre looking at me in the same way as when you wanted to see the bifrost. So what do you wish to know of Asgard that could not be found in those books?â
You hesitated. He was still a god after all, and you knew how fickle they could be. You didnât wish to anger him with your nosiness, but it would also be rude to ignore such a direct question.
âWell...Iâm wondering why you came to our land to begin with. No Asgardians have set foot here in many ages from what I can discern. Why would you be so different?â
âYou think me different?â He responded immediately though. Concerning you actually, before he scoffed, âThen you are intelligent. I am nothing like those I came here to seek relief from. My fool brother and his equally boorish companions.â
âThor?â You asked innocently enough.
But the look he gave you as that name came off your lips would have been far answer enough before it became the key that opened the gates.
âHe has been completely insufferable since Father bequeathed him Mjolnir!â You could see Lokiâs jaw tightening slightly, the frustrated expression growing and so similar to that angered one you remembered on his illusionâs face that first day in the clearing, when itâd been pacing and cursing.
âIs that what happened recently?â You asked reflexively, but still believing that you already had the answer.
âOh, heâs been using the hammer for years of course. Yet it always belonged to Asgard, not him. A relic of our realm. But now it is truly his per Fatherâs public declaration. Thorâs hammer,â He mocked, âWorthy to the one who will one day succeed Odin to take the throne. Father has now cast Thor as his official heir in our peopleâs eyes with this blunder.â
You remained quiet to digest the information he was providing you. So Loki felt slighted, no disgusted actually to learn the throne was seemingly all but promised to his brother now. So had he really already had that high of expectations for it?
âI guess Asgard and Olympus arenât so different after all,â You finally mused, though trying to keep your tone even rather than sounding patronizing. âI mean, Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon. Our three kings, they overthrew their father Cronus and locked him in Tartarus to claim rule. Admittedly Cronus had eaten Hades, Poseidon, and their other siblings previously though.â
Loki stared at you and you just smiled oddly then. âMy family has not always been on the best terms with each other either.â
âYour grandfather ate your father?â Loki asked as if to reaffirm the insanity heâd just heard. âI thought that was just a myth.â
âNo, father has the scars still,â You admitted. âCronus devoured his children as he didnât want anyone to succeed him. But my grandmother Rhea, she hid Zeus away when he was born. And Zeus forced Cronus to regurgitate the others later.â
âUgh,â Loki said, making a face.
You laughed, glad you seemed to at least get his mind off of Thor for the moment. âThat all happened ages before I was born though. Luckily itâs now more frowned upon to treat your children in such a manner. Those were the old ways.â
âAnd you do have many siblings donât you?â He questioned. âI read the Olympians were quite, how should I say, prolific in their child bearing.â
âTruth Iâm afraid. Which is why I like to keep to the seas rather than Fatherâs palace or Mount Olympus. At least you only have one Thor, rather than a dozen.â
âGods,â Loki spoke, the evident horror in that thought too much to contemplate seriously.
But you were just smiling again, realizing how much the ice had finally been broken to even be having this type of conversation right now. You were honestly enjoying the back and forth. It would be a shame to not do this again sometime.
And you had to try and convey that, at least somewhat if you could. You didnât know how many other chances you would have. âBefore you go...I did mean it, Loki, when I said you were welcome as a guest here. You can always come back when you need a little hideaway from whatever transpires to irk you in Asgard.â
He stared at you again then. It troubled you though of how little you seemed to be able read him at times. As if he could just cast a curtain between you whenever he wished.
âPerhaps I just may.â Loki said at last though with little emotion, then finally standing now and collecting his satchel of books.
It was only then that you really realized how dark it had already gotten with the sun now setting. And you caught yourself admiring him a little in the red and purple hues now coming from the sky. He really was so different than the gods youâd known before. Should you say something more?
As you stood as well, picking your spear back up from the sands, you saw several nymphs quickly sink back down into the surf, pretending as if they were not also very interested in how else you may say goodbye to him.
âYou must not often entertain guests,â Loki spoke though, evidently having noticed your audience as well even as he began to walk away from you.
âNot men,â You answered honestly, though pausing as you realized how that really sounded. You continued though, not sure if you were making things sound worse or better. âMostly we stay at sea. And I have no interest in unwashed sailors.â
But he stopped at that before entering the forest. He posed such a simple question to you then, although one that could mean so much more. âYet you have interest in me?â
You felt as if youâd been hit in the chest at his words. Said quietly even as you saw his blue eyes on you once more, analyzing...waiting.
But how could one word have so many meanings? Interest as in he was just a curiosity, a strange foreigner to study like some new sea creature you had found? Or interest like a friend, to read together and talk and vent on the very particular family aspects you shared just as youâd done today?
Or...and this was surely the most disconcerting of all, interest as in how he could feel if you were allowed to touch him? How he would taste if you could kiss him? Your kind took lovers frequently. That should be no secret to him or anyone else. But just because other gods and goddesses of Olympus bedded one another left and right, it didnât mean you did.
But did he you wondered? Did he have his choice of consorts at his palace, a full court always vying for his attentions to try and pull themselves further up the social ladder via way of his bed? Surely he would, wouldnât he?
Yet your hesitation in answering was enough to indict you of your own desires you feared. Surely if he meant little, that would have been an easy response. To think on it this long, just made your confession for you didnât it?
You took a breath, trying to remind yourself that you should fear no man. On a whim you could transform into a great shark and consume any prey, you could move the waters themselves, wreck ships, destroy harbors should you truly wish to. These were the gifts given to you from your father.
You were a goddess after all, not just an enamored young woman. And all you could do was speak the truth. âI do have interest in you, Loki.â You finally answered. âBut to what path that will take is highly dependent on your own desires Iâm sure. I know nothing of Asgardian preferences when it comes to choosing who to court, if at all.â
He had only been looking at you before, but now turned to fully face you. Unlike yourself, it seemed he had no problem in finding words though. âYour beauty is not something rare in Asgard, that is true.â He said, yet continuing before you could feel that as too harsh a barb, âBut your mind, your ability, and even your desire to learn of what is outside your own world, that may be something wholly more compelling.â
Yet this didnât sound like something that should be considered rare to you, or enough to set you apart at all you thought. And he seemed to read this disbelief clearly on your face as he then admonished you for it.
âYou think I exaggerate? That even one of those vapid headed children could sit still for more than an hour without having to go break something or fight someone to prove their worth? Or that any other would sit here with me as you have done today and it not be just farce to try and get closer to my brother or to get in Odinâs favor?â
So you had been right on one thing at least. The Asgardian court did have its share of social climbers then. Maybe in this you could finally see some weight to his words. Because what did you care of such things? Your father was already a king. You did not need to seduce a prince to find anything in your life that you could not have by birthright already.
But if this was his way of admitting he at least approved of your company, it still didnât clarify as to what all he really wanted from you.
âWell, I still leave the decision as yours. You know how to find me should you be willing to see me again. If you bring books, I will read with you. If you only want an ear to listen, I will do so. And if you desire for more...we can address that as we come to it.â You said, in what you hoped was a mature sounding way to deal with these burgeoning feelings.
âVery well.â He answered too simply though. And you were sure you saw some enjoyment in his eyes as your expression showed you were left a bit unsatisfied by that. âGoodnight, (Y/N).â
And it was night by then, the fresh stars now fully surpassing the light from the fading sun. You stayed on the beach this time though, watching him disappear into the wooded hillside.
In not too much time, you then heard the boom that signaled the bifrostâs open and close and you knew that he was gone.
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(Continued in next chapter here)
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