#asteria's library

[asteria-argo]

Summary

“So how’d the whole meeting your former coach and teammates after dropping off the face of the earth 5 years ago thing go?” Jamie paused, taking a deep breath in slowly and releasing it even slower, looking towards the ceiling like it would somehow make the next words out of his mouth less embarrassing to admit out loud. “I panicked, and introduced myself to them like they’d never met me.” *** Five years after Jamie Tartt quits man city and disappears off the face of the earth, some of the players at AFC Richmond participate in an outreach program where they visit some local school, and mentor some of the children. These two events are a lot more connected than they first seem.

Happy New Years everybody!

[tinygayproductions]

making an oc for hades to be a silly disaster lesbian?

yes actually

[7seas-of-ryy]

Not an Early Riser

Author’s Note: Lucien needed some love!! I think he would be such a gentle partner <3 Enjoy this little blurb!

Summary: You never wake up early enough to get a croissant :(

Pairing: Lucien x Reader

Warnings: None, let me know if I need to add any :)

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Your favorite bakery had been out of croissants for three weeks now. Every time you visited the shop and saw there were none left, you walked out feeling blue. The problem was the store sold out of them so fast in the morning and you were not an early riser.

One late morning you were walking home grumbling about life being unfair when Lucien saw you and stopped you.

"What's wrong?" He spoke with a gentle laugh. He thought your pouting was adorable.

"I never get up early enough to get a croissant from the bakery." You mumbled to the male and kept on walking to your home.

A grin grew on his face and a plan started to form in his mind.

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The next morning you went to the bakery and instead of hearing bad news, you got the best news ever.

"We have three croissants saved for you." The baker told you, "They've already been paid for as well. Have a nice day!"

Your eyes grew wide with joy and you took the pastries. There was only one person who knew about your misfortune and you knew you had to thank him.

A little while later you were sitting in the library researching when Lucien entered. You saw him and your whole face lit up, remembering what he did for you.

"Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?" Lucien pondered.

"I know it was you. Thank you, it made my entire week so much better." You exclaimed!

"I'll make sure you have fresh goods every morning if it means your smile will be directed at me." He purred.

A blush took over your face and you looked down, flustered. You cleared your throat and looked back up at the red-haired male.

"Well, I have to get back to my work but I wanted my appreciation known." You said gently.

He bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment and you stood on your toes. Before you could stop yourself, you placed a kiss on his cheek. It was Lucien's turn to blush and become flustered now.

You went back to your seat in the library and Lucien was still standing there, fingers touching where your lips met his skin. If he wasn't madly in love with you before, he definitely was now.

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[palajae]

and you? 

PAIRING... niki x tutor!reader | GENRE... school!au, romance, fluff, humor | WC... 0.3k | ”i didn’t take you to be a slob."

you can’t believe this. you can’t believe your teacher forced you to tutor nishimura riki. the guy barely showed up to class, he barely attempted to do his work. he barely cared. 

did he even care?

you scratch your neck. did he even know you were supposed to tutor him?

you doubted niki was going to show up. he always joked around in class, always had something to say to your remarks. you could care less about what he did. the only reason you were here, waiting in the library for him, was to get extra credit from your teacher. 

you huff, he’s thirty minutes late. you don’t even know what you expected. 

instead of making this effort a complete waste of time, you decided to be productive and do your own work. 

yeah, that plan failed. 

your hair strewn everywhere, a thunk on the table startles you awake. you subconsciously wipe a bit of drool off the side of your cheek as you come to your senses.

however, you don’t expect to see amused eyes staring at you. 

“i didn’t take you to be a slob,” he remarks casually while packing up his books. 

dazed, you glance around. what time was it? 

and more importantly, how long has niki been here? 

before you can say anything—let alone process the situation—niki leans in close to you. 

instinctively, you scoot your chair back. eyes as wide as saucers, your body freezes at the close contact. 

if anything, he leans in closer with a hand outstretched. your mouth opens to protest,

“what are you-“

“sorry, that was bothering me.” 

his touch was surprisingly gentle as he wiped your cheek. 

“excuse me?” you swallow. 

“eyelash,” he says nonchalantly. 

niki then smirks while you’re at a complete loss for words. 

“til’ next time, y/l/n.” 

as he walks off, you check the time. you gape, horrified. it’s been two hours since you were supposed to tutor niki?!

either way, that doesn’t change the fact that niki was certainly watching you. closely, as a matter of fact. the vitamin drink set next to you was also proof of that (including the note on the desk with a phone number.)

a million thoughts run through your head.

a slob? next time?

…eyelash? 

who was nishimura riki and since when did he care? 

a/n ▸ playing as long as you care by ruel <33 hope everyone is staying safe with all the icks spreading around!

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Lazy Mornings

Day 4: Lover.

Summary: Y/n needs to recharge her social battery. What better way to do that than snuggles with her huband?

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Word Count: 525

Warnings: just some domestic fluff ig lol

A/n: this is a tinyyyyy one but its cute hehe i love it

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ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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Y/n refused to leave her room. After the starfall party the night before, Y/n knew she needed to recharge herself.

Faint sounds of laughter and early afternoon greetings reached Y/n through the closed windows, and as she laid in bed, wishing for her husband, it simply seemed unfathomable to her that anyone could wish to get dressed for the day willingly. Why would a person not want to lie in bed and eat all day? Who chose going out over staying home?

Not her, that was for sure.

Lucien had been sent to the day court on an emissary mission early in the morning. Rhysand had urgently contacted Lucien to go and retrieve books from Helion’s extensive libraries. Just like eight years ago, Rhysand once again was on a panicked rampage through the seven courts to find something to help his mate with her pregnancy.

The two had decided that Nyx was enough, but then he had grown and began demanding for a younger sibling.

Rhysand and Feyre could not deny, understandably so.

No one could deny the young lordling anyways. Y/n knew she would give her life for him if he asked. Just like she would for her husband.

Her annoyance had flared when Lucien had disentangled himself from her embrace and started searching for his discarded clothes, explaining that Rhysand required his presence.

She understood the importance of the situation. That did not mean she liked it.

Y/n was ready to tug and tug on the bond so Lucien would come home sooner when she heard the front door opening and steps coming closer.

The moment the door to the bedroom opened, Y/n smiled at his silhouette, who remained still for a moment before lighting up the faelights. "My love, why are you sitting here in the dark? Did you eat the breakfast I left?"

Y/n shook her head, gazing up at him innocently. "I was sleepy."

He shook his head, lips quirked up. "Is it because of yesterday? Too much social interaction?"

Somehow, even to Y/n’s wonder, Lucien had fallen in love with someone who was the complete opposite of him. He thrived in crowds, while Y/n glowed in solitude. He bloomed under the sun, while she relaxed at night.

He always said, opposites attract.

And maybe they did.

"Luc, I need cuddles."

He sighed, grinning softly before dimming the faelights and opening the curtains. "You will eat first, then we can cuddle."

Y/n pouted, but nodded nonetheless. He hurried downstairs to get the baked goods and tea he had made, then settled next to Y/n. He let her wrap herself in the blanket and sit idly while he fed her the croissants and buttered bread while telling her about his trip to Day court.

Y/n giggled when Lucien pecked her nose after he was done with the brunch, putting away the trays and snuggling into Y/n under the blanket.

"I love you." He mumbled, dropping his head onto her shoulder.

"I love me too."

He sighed, nipping at her collarbones until she gave in.

"I love you too."

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[velarisnightsky444]

Breathe

Angstober Day 12: Panic Attack with Cassian

CW: Anxiety, panic attack, allusions to past SA(she's a priestess)

AN: Guys I've posted so many of these today

Summary: You have a panic attack during training, and Cassian helps calm you down.

Word Count: 558

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It took a year of Gwyn's pestering for you to work up the courage to train with the rest of the Priestesses. It wasn't until Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie completed the blood rite that you talked yourself into joining. You figured if they could complete such an incredible challenge, you could train. 

Some days were easier than others. Sometimes, you enjoyed yourself at training, and you found that you felt yourself getting stronger. Other days, it was a struggle to leave the sanctuary of the library. And you had to force yourself to get through the training. 

Today was a struggle. You'd been plagued with nightmares all night, only seeing the face of your attacker. You'd confided in Gwyn that morning, and she had told you that if you needed the day off, nobody would judge you. But you felt that you needed to come to training. 

You were landing hit after hit on the punching bags, tears welling up in your eyes, even as you tried to blink them away. He had turned you into a shell of yourself, and you would never, ever be the same. You couldn't even get through the day without seeing him, feeling him. 

Your breaths were becoming rapid, tears blinding you, and your punches becoming sloppy. You could feel your chest closing up, and you knew what was happening. You stopped punching, trying to breathe, but feeling as though air was not getting to your lungs. 

Your blood roared in your ears, in a way that made you feel like you were dying. You collapsed onto the ground, squeezing your eyes shut. If anyone had noticed what was happening, you wouldn't know. 

Every breath was a violent attempt to get air to your lungs, and it hurt like hell. Breathing fucking hurt. You had no control, black spots appearing in your vision. And his fucking face was all you could see in your mind. 

"Hey, hey, it's okay," a voice said. The only thing you could hear over the roaring in your ears, and your erratic heartbeat. "You're going to be alright, YN." 

You recognized the voice as Cassian's, but you couldn't see him. You couldn't see anything through your tears and the spots in your vision. But you could feel his presence, could feel him kneeling in front of you. 

"Look at me," he said softly. 

You couldn't lift your head. But he lifted your chin very delicately, forcing you to look up at him. You could just barely make out his figure. He reached out, taking your shaking hands in his. And you held onto them, grounding yourself. 

Your tears didn't stop, but the black spots faded just a bit. The only thing you could see clearly were his eyes. His hazel eyes that were so full of sincerity and concern. 

"That's it," he murmured. "Breathe for me, YN." 

You nodded as best you could, trying to calm your breathing, even if it was nearly impossible. He guided you in your breaths, reminding you of the breathing meditation he had taught you for moments like this one. 

You didn't care that everyone was watching. You held onto his hands and breathed with him, calming yourself down. 

Because your attacker was dead. And it was not him in front of you. 

It was Cassian. 

And Cassian would never hurt you. 

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[moosesarecute]

The Shadows Comfort

A continuation of “The Shadows Sing”

Next part: The Shadows Date

You sat in your room hearing the storm raging outside.

Even though storms in your cabin were deadly at times, you felt more worry being in Velaris.

Velaris had become a safe place, specifically the library. You hated the unsafe feeling you got from the storm. You spent your first nights in Velaris at the House of Wind, but it only made you feel more out of place than you already did.

Azriel soon realized your discomfort and helped you into a room in the library. He still made sure to meet up with you everyday, even if it was only for five minutes.

That was definitely the favorite part of your day.

He would wish you a good day at work and you would wish him good luck with training.

On days he had a lot of time, he would continue teaching you how to use your shadows. You had gotten pretty good! Now using your shadows to help your work in the library.

You laid down in the bed as another thunder was heard, your shadows were immediately clinging to your body.

“It’s okay,” you tried to comfort them, but you felt quite uneasy yourself. “We’re safe.”

You started to brush your hand over the shadows, but nothing seemed to help. With each thunder, they clung tighter to you.

They were letting out sounds of terror, both screams and whimpers.

“Shhhh, you’re okay. It’s safe.” You said aloud, trying to calm both yourself and the shadows. However, it didn’t seem to work.

Your shadows soon moved from clinging to you, to shaking.

You didn’t know what to do. With your own exhaustion and anxiety mixed with the terror from your shadows, made it impossible for you to focus.

You felt so overwhelmed.

Your head was spinning.

Your shadows had in their terror covered the entire room in darkness. You felt captured, like you couldn’t get away.

You closed your eyes, trying to relax and even your breath.

Suddenly you felt a coldness caressing your left cheek.

Your eyes sprung open and your eyes met with a dark shadow. The previous darkness disappeared. Your heart immediately calmed.

“Hi,” you said to Azriel’s shadow.

It answered by cuddling deeper into your cheek and neck.

First now you noticed how the rest of your shadows also were being comforted by Azriel’s companions.

“Thank you,” you said and you were immediately surrounded by almost all the shadows.

They were playing with your hair, ticking your neck and hugging your waist. Laughter escaped you as they comforted you.

After a while they calmed down, settling on your stomach. Each of your shadows were cuddling into Azriel’s shadows.

You eventually relaxed enough to fall asleep and you felt so happy that the storm didn’t get to destroy your new found safety.

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[littlest-w01f]

All Taglists

Since I've posted the new schedule, I thought I'd post the taglists too to make sure everyone knows which taglist they are/ if they want to be added/removed from any of them and I'll make the edits right here (also adding a little synopsis for all the series so you know what they are about)

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MAIN SERIES TAGLIST:

Flames and Darkness - @anuttellaa @tuggboatfishin @inloveallthetime

Synopsis: Rheana, Rhysand's adventurous younger sister has always yearned for a mate since she was a young faeling, she found herself with a mating bond that leads her to Eris Vanserra, someone her family has despised for as long as time.

Blooming Flowers - @theskyisbrighthere @mybestfriendmademe @yeonalie @raisam

Synopsis: The Princess of Spring, Evelyn and Rhysand, the Heir of Night were promised in marriage to each other by their fathers to fix court relations, but things took a turn for the worse as they refused to marry.

Meeting in Grey - @sleepylunarwolf @sarawritestories @sheblogs

Synopsis: Born in Hewn City, Novali has felt first-hand how cruel her people can be to anything good, while in the Court of Dreams, Nyx has heard nothing but the worst of the residents of Hewn City, as the Heir grows to the age of maturity his family make their first visit to the Court of Nightmares in a 100 years.

Mini-series:

Little Family (Cassian) - @littlelunatica @journalofthedamned @acourtofbatboydreams

Synopsis: While visiting his best friend Feyre in her art studio, Cassian meets the mother of one of the children there, their bond snapping almost instantaneously.

Lady Bloodshed (Cassian) - @inloveallthetime @anuttellaa

Synopsis: During Winter Solstice, Cassian's mate resurfaces, in the form of an assassin on a mission to end his life.

Light and Shadow (Azriel) - N/A

Synopsis: Azriel finally gets to spend time with the female who Helion always had around him, the one his shadows always reach for.

Fire and Ice (Eris) - @st4r-girl-official

Synopsis: In an attempt at combining power, the Heir of Autumn is arranged to wed the Princess of Winter.

Sunlight (Helion) - @anuttellaa @a-frog-with-a-laptop @lalaluch

Synopsis: Helion asks Rhysand for help when he needs more staff for his libraries, Rhysand recommends someone close to him who wishes to try to leave the House of Winds library.

Siren song (Tarquin) - @slut4acotar

Synopsis: Hearing an enchanting song, Tarquin goes to the depths of the ocean hypnotised, only to be saved by someone he had been raised to beware of.

Jester (Rhysand) - N/A

Synopsis: After becoming High Lord, Rhysand finds himself in The Middle, he catches a Jester's eye who wants his blood and power.

Papillon (Eris) - @rcarbo1 @st4r-girl-official

Synopsis: Eris meets a mythical lesser fairy in the woods, who comes back to see her again.

Lover (Thesan) - N/A

Synopsis: The middle sister of the Vanserras forms an infatuation with Thesan, the High Lord of Dawn

Summer Seas (Feyre) - N/A

Synopsis: For helping the water wraith during Tithe, her younger sister saves Feyre from Spring after her panic.

In the Shadows (Azriel) - N/A

Synopsis: Azriel is used to staying in the shadows, but something about a popular dancer in Dawn makes him want to be seen.

Sample Size (Vanserra brothers) - N/A

Synopsis: A family friend of the Vanserras wants to see just how far the fire in their blood goes, the brothers are far too competitive to deny her test, wanting to come out on top.

Enchanting (Eris) - N/A

Synopsis: After a betrayal by Rhysand, a witch moved back to the autumn woods, not thinking she would cross any paths with the High Lord of Autumn after years of solitude.

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Rhysand - @yeonalie

Cassian - @yeonalie

Azriel - @fxckmiup @annamariereads16 @saltedcoffeescotch @satorusemepls @fieldofdaisiies

Eris - @fxckmiup @slut4acotar @secret-third-thing @shadowsingers-mate @fieldofdaisiies @st4r-girl-official

Lucien - N/A

Helion - N/A

Tarquin - N/A

Kallias - N/A

Thesan - N/A

Tamlin - N/A

Feyre - N/A

Nesta - N/A

Elain - N/A

Mor - N/A

[yandere-paramour]

I really enjoy reading about your ocs- espically Jamie! It's interesting reading about a yandere darling! I was wondering of what he looks like?

And also, what's his type in a romantic partner or friend? Thank you for reading this!

Jamie's romantic type is Asteria. No really, hear me out on this one. Jamie's family was Nouveau riche, meaning they suddenly got some very good investments in Jamie's mid-teens, so his entire life was suddenly changed. They moved from his small town to the big city, got a new house and a ton of ostentatious new things, and basically uprooted their children's entire lives. Jamie's siblings adjusted well, but he did not. And he met Asteria in his late teens and married in his early 20s, so he never really dated at all before then and never developed any romantic or sexual opinions or anything like that. His only romantic experiences have been with Asteria so she set the precedent for everything. When he thinks of romance, he thinks only of Asteria and can only conceive himself of being with Asteria.

On the other hand, Jamie definitely has friends! He gravitates toward softer people, people who are like him. He befriends people who share his interests like reading, baking, and gentle walks in the park. He also has friends at the library he volunteers at. Asteria arranges his activities like a book club, a walking club, and a baking group so most of his friends are from there.

And Jamie looks something like this. He's in his 50s, brown hair that's a little long and wisps around his ears, with the same hazel eyes he passed on to Atalanta.

I love asks about Jamie, he's my special boy.

(Art drawn by @saph-creates)

[midnightrt]

Attack on @its-aleths and @cosmalumi Asteria and Bright Eyes taking a walk through the back of the library usually ends up with Brighty taking a nap.

[lady-phasma]

The Gathered Storm

Part 2 of 2 (so far) cross posted from AO3 - part 1

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, general smut and so much fluff, p in v sex. Written in first person fem!reader.

Summary a/n: Asteria is a bit surprised to see Morpheus in the library. No surprise though that he isn't there for the books. No beta. 4k words.

Dream of the Endless strode silently up behind me. The only indication that he was there was the soft murmur of his cloak as he walked. I was placing a stack of books on the table in the alcove.

“Hello, Asteria,” his voice was low and deep, barely causing an echo in the giant library.

I turned to look up at him. I was only a bit shorter than him but just enough that I had to tilt my head up to meet his eyes. Today those eyes matched the weather just outside the palace: dreary, gray, and stormy. In fact, the storms seem to have been gathering all day. Perhaps his mood had worsened as the day drew on. I hadn’t noticed. I love the rain on the stained glass windows, the soft patter, the distant thunder. It had not occurred to me until looking into his eyes that this gray day was an extension of his mood and not just his weather choice for today.

“My lord,” I said softly, lowering my eyes and performing a small curtsy-like gesture. I felt his cold fingers touch my chin and guide my gaze up to him. He dropped his hand to his side.

“Light reading?” he asked as his eyes moved from me to the books on the table behind me. His sarcasm wasn’t hindered by his mood. He leaned forward, a long, graceful arm moving in slow motion to inspect a title. His head was so near to mine that his unruly hair grazed my cheek. I inhaled deeply, savoring his scent. He dropped the book, disinterested, and straightened.

“Yes, m’lord,” I grinned. “Catching up now that the writing has returned to the pages and new books have appeared. I save the heavy reading for Lucienne.”

“Hmm.” His enigmatic response wasn’t a surprise. Morpheus hated small talk but in a better mood would spar and tease. This reply signaled the small talk was over. He usually had to be coaxed into talking about what he really wanted to discuss. Especially when he was in one of these moods.

I moved back just slightly and rested, half-sat, on the table. I wanted to touch him but with the lightning and thunder growing closer I decided to be cautious. I folded my hands in my lap.

“Morpheus,” I began, “you don’t care about the books today… and I am very pleased to see you, but I think you came to see me for a reason. This…” I gestured to the rain on the windows with my eyes, “Is this you?”

He followed my eyes to the three story leaded glass and stared thoughtfully. His eyes were unfocused, not seeing but full. They had that lovely starry, wet quality to them, reflective like pools of still, black water. I watched his throat move as he swallowed. I surveyed him quickly while he was lost in thought. His hands by his sides in loose, porcelain fists, his chest rising and falling so slightly that a mortal might think he wasn’t breathing at all, a small breeze moved a strand of his hair. My inhuman eyes looked for signs that my lord might not be consciously on guard. There were none. He was in complete control and that often meant he was having difficulty maintaining control. He gripped onto it so tightly for fear of losing it.

As those few seconds passed I knew he felt me appraising him. Just before he turned to look at me I placed my hand gently on his arm. I saw one of his fists tighten but otherwise he didn’t acknowledge my touch. I didn’t pull away.

When he turned back to me he surprised me by also taking one step closer. Our knees almost touched. The way that I was leaning on the table, neither sitting nor standing, was somewhat awkward with him this close. I didn’t have room to stand without pushing him back and couldn’t slide my bum up onto the table gracefully. The best I could do was wait to see what he did next. As I waited I slid my hand down the sleeve of his robe. I nudged my fingertips into his cupped palm. He held my gaze as I did this. He felt colder than normal. His hand as immovable as that of a statue. His eyes sparkled.

I didn’t look down when I felt his hand tighten on mine then drop it immediately. His movement was so swift that I inhaled sharply, not quite a gasp. He lifted me up by my hips, sat me on the table properly, and opened my legs so he was standing between them. No wonder humans thought him odd and ethereal: he could be as still as stone or so quick their eyes barely saw the movement. He let his hands fall to his sides once more, only now they rested almost touching my knees. He wasn’t trying to seduce me but it was happening anyway.

As his devotee I never needed seducing. I was at Dream’s beck and call but not everything we did was erotic. Sometimes I would perform ancient rituals offering food and flowers and trinkets symbolizing sleep, only because it amused us. Often I would read to him, books of the dreams of mysterious and creative humans: Siddhartha Gautama, Leonardo da Vinci, Albert Einstein. We had been known to lay on the stairs in his thrown room while he told me stories and illustrated them on the ceiling. I was created in the image of his desire and I worshiped him but I was also a companion. I, among all his creations, existed for his pleasure and no other purpose and what pleased him was as endless as he. And equally enigmatic.

“Yes, love,” he finally spoke. He brushed the back of his knuckles over my knee. “This,” he tipped his head to the window, “is me. I am troubled.” He opened his hand and rested his palm on my thigh.

“Dream?” I whispered as I covered his hand with my own.

He sighed. It was a delicious sigh, one that could break one’s heart. He glanced down at our hands.

“I have sent Matthew on an errand,” he began. “I do not fear for his safety, only for his failure. I do not delegate easily.” He lifted his head to look at me.

“There is more but I do not wish to discuss it yet. It is possible that it will be easily resolved but one wrong step and Lucifer…” His voice trailed off but he held my gaze.

“I do wish, however, to wait with you,” he whispered, “if you would have me.” The corner of his mouth quirked up as he spoke.

Before I could reply he began to slide his fingers off the top of my thigh. I drew my bottom lip between my teeth. My chest rose as I inhaled deeply. His gaze dropped briefly to my breasts and then back up to my eyes. I was incredibly aware of my position, being pinned to the table. I was much more comfortable in control, when Dream would need to relinquish some of his. This shift made me want to squirm. I was almost instantly wet from the idea but caught off guard.

“My Lord,” I breathed, awkwardly, with an embarrassed half-chuckle. I gripped the edge of the table with both hands and blushed. When was the last time he had made me blush sincerely? Five, six hundred years ago? For lack of anywhere better to look, I let my eyes drop down to my dress. It was rucked up on my thighs and hadn’t seemed indecent only moments ago. The fabric was taut across my spread legs. His long, delicate fingers rested just under the hem.

Morpheus placed his free hand next to mine on the table and gently caressed the back of my hand with his thumb. As he leaned forward he moved his fingers only mere millimeters further up my thigh. I shivered. His mouth hovered next to my ear. So close that I could feel his lips move, feel the warmth of his breath, but he whispered so delicately that I could not have heard him from any greater distance. His words almost came from within my head. His low, growling stopped my breath in my throat.

“I would have you here, on this table,” he spoke so slowly, each word chosen with care. “If you would allow it.” As he spoke his fingers brushed gently up my thigh and rested just close enough to make me want to squirm. I swallowed. I tried to breathe but found it nearly impossible. Each breath seemed to be a gasp. His fingertips grazed the sensitive skin at the top of my thigh. Slowly, lightly, he slid those elegant fingers up and down. So close but not close enough.

He kissed my pulse just below my ear, trailed a few more kisses down my neck to my shoulder. His other hand had settled behind my knee and I felt his fingers curl and tighten, holding me in place. As he pulled back to look at me I exhaled and nodded. All I could do was nod. He had rendered me speechless. This wasn’t entirely new, his touching me this way, but it surprised me and I felt I was still in shock.

My knuckles were white from gripping the table. I relaxed them and reached one hand up to his face. He allowed me to cup his cheek in my hand, to graze my fingers over his jaw, and slide my fingers to the back of his neck, just barely into his messy hair. I did not pull him to me but drew myself up to gently place my lips on his. The most reverent, gentle kiss I could manage. Every fiber in my being wanted to part his lips with my tongue and feel the heat of his mouth, feel his breath. But I barely touched my lips to his. It was brief and he didn’t close his eyes. He relished my affection.

I let my hand slide off his neck and fall back to the table. His grip on my knee tightened then slackened. He moved his other hand out of my dress and down the inside of my thigh. He must have seen the confused, disappointed way my brows crinkled. He almost grinned and his expression became mischievous. Moving his hands in tandem he slid my dress up to my waist and moved me closer to the edge of the table. Then he gracefully sank to his knees.

��Have me,’ he had said! This had not crossed my mind at all. My legs began to tremble as the idea sunk in. Then I felt his breath on my panties, his fingers just at the hem. He grazed his lips over them and sighed.

“So wet for me, Asteria?” he murmured. “And so quickly…”

Even with his control over The Dreaming he didn’t vanish my panties away. He took his time sliding them off me, down my legs, and dropping them on the floor beside him. He never took his eyes from my bared sex. He leaned forward and gently guided my legs over his shoulders. My fingers twitched with the need to twine them into his unruly hair. I waited. I didn’t want to interrupt what he had planned. So I gripped the table edge again. I watched him but leaned back slightly. He slid one hand to the small of my back, keeping my hips at that angle.

Dream placed light, hovering kisses on the insides of my thighs, on my lips, and just above my clit. I couldn’t breathe. Then his tongue gently lapped between my folds, long and slow, and I audibly gasped. He hummed against me. His tongue sped up slightly. He played and toyed with every part of me. Slow circles, figure eights, from top to bottom and back. I felt his full lips wrap around my clit as he sucked on it and I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing a fistful of his hair. He seemed to chuckle a bit at this but to me the vibrations of that “laugh” were focused on only one part of my body, not my ears.

He let his teeth just barely touch my clit as he went back to using his tongue. He felt my hips twitch and moved his free hand to hold me still, fingertips digging into the flesh of my hip. My breathing was erratic and shallow. I felt his name in my mouth, curling up behind my lips.

“Oneiros!” I gasped as he slid his tongue into me. He pushed deeper inside then licked all the way back to my clit. Slowly releasing his hand from my hip he grazed his fingers across my skin and I twitched and almost jumped at the sensation. His hand on my back pressed hard against me. His lips and tongue continued their work with increased intensity. Then he slid one finger inside me. My hips jerked involuntarily. I suddenly felt my need for more of him. I would let him do this as long as he wanted but that one finger kindled a raging fire inside me. My other hand flew to his hair and both raked though it, grasping, releasing, incoherent movements just to feel him.

He slid in a second finger and my muscles tightened around him. Each of his movements on me and inside me made me clench and try to writhe, try to push down on him and fuck myself on his fingers. Morpheus was too strong and too clever to allow this. He would lessen his pace, his pressure, or pull back when I tried.

“Oh please, Morpheus,” I moaned at the ceiling, my head thrown back, eyes closed tight. “I need you. I need you to fuck me, my Lord.”

This last sentence made him falter for just a beat. I felt his tongue and fingers still and then resume. Harder and deeper. He wasn’t going to give me what I wanted, yet, but he was going to give me something. He sucked and moaned and curled his fingers inside me. His “come here” gesture caressed that particular spot and I bucked against him. He tried to hold me but I was coming undone. He quickened his rhythm and drove me to the edge. I shook and spasmed around him. He didn’t stop until my orgasm had so completely wracked me that I let go of his hair and laid back on a stack of books. Uncomfortable but not able to care.

My eyes were still closed but my breathing was beginning to slow when I felt him pull away and stand up. Even after that exquisite orgasm I felt empty when his fingers left. He stayed between my legs. He leaned down and propped himself above me. I looked at him, bleary-eyed, and saw his self-satisfied smile and grinned to myself. Partly because he had reason to be pleased with himself and also, though I might not ever tell him it pleased me, because his mouth and chin glistened with my wetness. The most un-royal and delightful thing I had ever seen on him. I pulled myself up by his shoulders to kiss him fully, deeply, so I could taste myself while expressing my love for him.

Before he laid me back on the table he swept the books aside and shifted my hips higher. I ran my hands down his shoulders and biceps and realized Morpheus had “removed” his cloak. I suddenly wanted his skin on mine, was suddenly aware that we were both still clothed. I looked up at him. His eyes were dark with lust as he watched me. I squirmed beneath him to get my hands under his shirt. He understood as I raked my hands up his stomach. His shirt and my dress de-materialized instantly. He smirked, only a little. His head dipped down to kiss my bared breasts.

“You are so beautiful, my love,” Dream said against my chest. He sighed. “So lovely. You taste as lovely as you look. I am so fortunate to be able to take solace in you, delay my troubles with your company.”

“Oh my Lord, I’m so honored that you can,” I whispered into his hair. “I love you so much and want only for you to have no troubles at all when you are with me.” I toyed with his ear as I spoke. I wanted more of him but was thoroughly enjoying his mouth on my skin. I closed my legs against his hips and felt he had left his pants on. Curious but many things my Lord did were curious.

He looked up at me while cupping my breast and drawing slow, lazy circles around my nipple with his thumb. His lips were parted and the tip of his tongue visible. How was he not the god Eros? Perfection in his lips, eyes, every part of him. King of Dreams indeed. My king. I curled toward him and licked his mouth open wider. As his mouth covered mine I moaned into him. I arched my back and pressed my body fully against his. His skin was cool and smooth. I ground my hips against his. He was hard, straining against his pants. He exhaled sharply when I did this. I pressed harder, sure that he could feel my heat and wetness though the fabric.

Morpheus slid his hand from my breast to my neck and pushed me back onto the table. He dragged his thumb across my lips and down my jaw. He watched my open mouth with greed. He nipped at my bottom lip, kissed me roughly. Then, completely rapt, he moved his thumb back to my mouth. His thumb slipped between my teeth and over my tongue. Watching him, I closed my lips around it and sucked. His slack mouth and attentive gaze sent electricity directly to my core. As I licked and sucked and played I felt his pants evaporate.

He pulled his thumb from my mouth with a lewd pop. He raised himself up just a bit with the arm that had been bearing his weight. I watched him watch his hand as he reached down to position himself. I felt a pang of jealousy as his hand wrapped around himself. I felt my mouth water. The light caught on the moisture on the tip. I swallowed and looked back up at Morpheus. I blushed. He had been looking at me. Not for long but long enough. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and held my gaze as he pressed against my heat. I didn’t rush and push against him. I let him take his time. He moved his hand to the table beside my head as he slid into me.

We both let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan as he pushed fully into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and forced him to stay still for just a moment. I loved the fullness. I finally had what I was craving. He let me enjoy it, my pleasure pleased him. I writhed against his hips, his chest, and groped for any place on his back or shoulders to pull him closer. I felt his smile as he pressed his face into the hollow of my neck.

“Dream,” I moaned as I ground my hips harder against him. “My King, please.” My breath came out shaky and ragged.

“Yes, of course, Asteria,” he whispered into my ear. He kissed my neck and waited a moment as I loosened my grip on him so he could move. “Whatever you want… you only have to say it.”

His imperiousness was infuriating under normal circumstances but this was far worse. My brain had not coherent thoughts, no fully formed sentences. I couldn’t think where to begin. So I rambled and mumbled.

“Please fuck me my Lord. I need you. I want to feel you. Oh please…” I couldn’t think anymore. I felt more than heard his words on my skin “yes my love.”

He pulled back just a fraction but it was enough. His movements were slight but felt enormous. I was aware of nothing but where our skin touched. He quickened his pace and I gripped his shoulders for leverage. He peppered my forehead, cheeks, and neck with light kisses. He freed a hand and ran it over my hair. He stroked my arm and grazed his fingers across my collarbone. The gentleness of his touches in start contrast to the rhythm of his hips. He was fucking me, hard, but his hands and eyes were tender. He rested his large hand over my heart momentarily. Timed with a stroke he kissed me while buried all the way inside me. When he pulled away I gasped.

Morpheus had only moved to get more leverage and to make room between us to slide his hand down. When his fingers grazed my clit I nearly screamed, my groan echoed up the library walls. For the first time since he and I discussed it, I noticed the windows and the storm now raging outside. The rain was beating against the glass in heavy sheets. I closed my eyes with a satisfied smile and dug my fingernails into his shoulders. He grunted just a bit at this and increased the pressure on my clit. He was far from gentle but he was clearly restrained. His power and strength were being held back.

“My love,” when I spoke he looked surprised but never faltered. “I’m not mortal. I’m not fragile. Have you forgotten you don’t have to hold back with me, that you can be Endless?” As I spoke I held his eyes with mine and snaked a hand into his hair. I gripped a fistful, hard. That sharp sensation seemed to awake something in him. As I had hoped it might.

His eyes went black and star-filled. He kissed me greedily, harshly. I moaned into his mouth as I pulled his hair tighter around my fingers. He increased his pace and thrust more forcefully. His fingers still played and circled around my clit but I wouldn’t need that much longer. I felt my orgasm twist and grow low in my core. Watching my love become more of himself started to break a dam within me. My hips rocked against him, pinning his hand between us. He sped up and now truly fucked me. My world turned hot and electric. I squeezed my eyes shut. Gold filled the edges of the blackness. I barely noticed how loudly I called his name. I released his hair and grabbed any part of his bare skin I could, scrambling in my blindness for him.

My muscles squeezed hard around him and I heard him groan. He was enjoying my orgasm almost as much as I was. But even as I crested the wave of these feelings I thought of him. He hadn’t had his release. I was panting, nearly breathless. I stroked his arm and guided his hand from between us. He understood and immediately curled both arms around me, lifting me up almost to seated. His hands spanned nearly my entire back. My breasts flattened against his chest. He looked into my eyes, licked his perfect lips, and drove into me. If we were human we would have been covered in sweat, breathless, tired. Thank the gods we aren’t.

His shallow, breathy sounds made me shiver. He didn’t speak but murmured deep in his throat, lips barely moving. I knew what he was saying only because it resonated in my mind, not in my ears.

“My love, my Asteria, my world,” he continued. “You are mine. You are perfect, feel perfect. I adore you.”

I kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his neck. He shifted slightly. He had moved his hips to an angle that began that coiling, hot feeling deep in me. A surprised oh escaped my lips, followed by a moan that might have been his name. Still incredibly sensitive from my last orgasm, this one seemed to rise too quickly. The heat broke and spread through all of my limbs. I clenched down on him as the thrust into me. His hips stuttered. He crushed me against him and I felt him spill into me. He groaned, a very human sound, and sighed. He didn’t let me go but rested his forehead on my shoulder.

When he pulled away from me I shivered. He kissed me gently and smoothed my hair, tucking a wayward strand behind my ear. It was my turn to have the self-satisfied grin as I looked at the blue sky outside, the sun coming through the glass as the clouds departed.

[asteria-argo]

Summary:

Progress would mean Jamie was willing to stand up and take accountability for what he’d done in the past, be willing to put it behind him to move forward, and from what Ted had seen? Jamie didn’t want to do that. It seemed, more than anything, like Jamie wanted to bury his head in the sand until this was all over. Ignoring the team, pretending he’d never met them before, sure he wasn’t being openly hostile at every moment, but it was pretty dang clear he wasn’t going to respond all that kindly to someone else bringing up his past, if what Ted had heard about from the little altercation in the library was anything to go by. Ted understood the urge to run and hide, he really did, but you couldn’t just ignore your problems and hoped they went away; the people who you hurt would still be left behind, hurting just the same. He’d learnt that himself the hard way.

[emerges from the woods covered in blood] hey guys I beat writers block

[writerofthewinds]

Hey! I have some Jason Grace request. Ignoring the third book of Apollo, Jason is in college studying anthropology for this gods project, but he needs help. So his teacher assistant is reader, a legacy, who descends of one of this forgotten gods. Together they would finish the project and fall in love. Sorry if it’s to long. Hope it helps! :)

"Forgotten Legacy" Jason grace x Male Reader

I was struggling in my anthropology class. I was working on a project about the forgotten gods and goddesses, and I just couldn't seem to get a handle on it. I was sitting in the library, staring at my notes, when someone approached me.

"Hey, I'm Y/N. I'm your TA for this class," he said, holding out his hand. I shook it, feeling a little bit of relief. Maybe he could help me with my project.

"I'm Jason," I replied. "I'm really struggling with this project. I just don't know where to start."

Y/N nodded sympathetically. "It can be tough," he said. "But I've done a lot of research on the subject. Maybe I can help you out."

I was grateful for his offer, and we spent the next few hours going over my notes and brainstorming ideas for the project. As we worked, I started to notice something strange about Y/N. He seemed to know a lot about the goddess Asteria, even though she was one of the gods we knew almost nothing about despite hours of research. He spoke about her as if he knew her personally, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to him than he was letting on.

As the days passed, I started to notice other unusual things about Y/N. He seemed to be able to see things that no mortal should be able to see, and he had a way of knowing things that he couldn't possibly have learned from books. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was something more than human.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to know the truth. "Y/N, are you a demigod?" I asked him one day as we were working on the project.

He laughed, shaking his head. "No, Jason, I'm not a demigod," he said. But I could see the way he hesitated before he spoke, and I knew he was hiding something from me.

After days of research and contemplation, I finally had proof that Y/N was a demigod. I confronted him with the evidence of a picture of him holding a celestial bronze sword, and he couldn't deny it any longer. He looked defeated like he knew he had been caught.

"Fine, you're right," he said, sighing. "I am a demigod. But please, don't tell anyone. It's not something I like to advertise."

I was stunned. I had never met a real demigod before, and I wasn't sure how to react. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "Why did you keep it a secret?"

Y/N looked away, his eyes filled with shame. "Because I'm ashamed of who I am," he said quietly. "I'm the son of Asteria, one of the forgotten gods. And I'm not exactly having an easy life because of my heritage."

I could see the pain in his eyes, and I felt a wave of sympathy for him. "It's not your fault," I said gently. "You can't control who your parents are. And you're not alone. I'm a demigod, too."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "You are?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, I'm the son of Jupiter," I said. "And I've saved the world from Gaea and the giants along with the crew of the Argo II."

Y/N was speechless for a moment, and then a small smile appeared on his face. "Well, I guess that makes us friends hopefully ?" he said, holding out his hand.

I grinned, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. "Yeah, it does," I said. "And now that we're both out in the clear, we can work on our project without any secrets between us."

As we continued to work on our project, I found myself growing closer to Y/N. We spent hours together in the library, pouring over books and discussing our theories. I started to notice the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he was passionate about, and the way his lips curved into a smile when he was happy.

One day, as we were reaching a breaking point in our project, I realized that I was in love with him. I couldn't explain it, but I knew it was true. And at that moment, I didn't hesitate. I leaned forward and kissed him, feeling a rush of joy as our lips met.

To my surprise, Y/N didn't pull away. He deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around me as he whispered, "I love you, too."

I was overwhelmed with happiness. I couldn't believe that Y/N felt the same way about me. And when I asked him out on a date, he said yes without hesitation.

We went on our first date that weekend, and it was perfect. We spent the day exploring the city, laughing and talking, and enjoying each other's company. And as the sun set over the skyline, I knew that I had found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Y/N was my soulmate, and I was grateful to have him by my side.

[chickennest]

A sharp screech reverberates through the temple of profecies, breaking the concentration of the followers and its god

Just as a small blaze, Perseu's eyes lighten up for a moment, before reverting to its empty hues, the faint sound of hooves frantically prancing upstairs bring a smile to his face, as no other than his dove would dare to be so loud and yet so silent on his temple.

It doesnt take long to find the source of the noise, as soon as he opens the wooden door to his library...

Another crash followed by a beautiful 'puff' of purple rolling around in its own veils.

Distress

The emotions of the murderer of gods may be as rigid as a machine to the world but are as clear as morning dew to Perseu, as so, it is unusual for such graceful god to lose his balance, let alone to deliberately clip its own wings to roam the floor like a lost lamb.

Aster doesnt acknowledge his presence as he would preffer, choosing instead to continue his incessant pursuit for the unknown.

Perseu slides his own f8ngers through his long raven hair, his eyes soften watching the little one, knowing that if left unchecked, the despair would soon eat the other from inside out.

His wings that craddled his own body like long delicated robes unfolded from his body, moving to gently craddle the smaller god, pulling him closer to his embrace.

"what are you looking for, my sweet?" The pale god coos, his gaze looking for any truths in the robotic being eyes that could predict his feelings

"I lost my ball" Aster blurts in distress. Perseu almost snorts at the rare show of bluntness, as the murderer of gods is not known for such honesty

A luxury that is only his to have... but it does has its downsides.....

Don't be like that, I have two just for your pretty little hands~

Ah how it boils his insides

"I...will help you look for it" the pale god clear his throat

Not today, he thinks

On the following hour he watches the smaller god causing a ruckuss looking for the so called toy to no avail, he doesnt recall seeing Aster prancing around with a ball around, but its no use questioning his distressed lover when despair sinks in, pehaps a little break is in order

After some - a lot - of convincing, he manages to get his Asteria to rest on his side. His long fingers gently scratch the skin of the young cyborg's back, trying to soothe his nerves.

The soft purrs of his lover suddently stop followed of a small squeak, perseu's vacant eyes follow every single movement attentively, that until...

"Found it!" Aster's voice brims with relief and sweetness as he pulls a small trinket that was peeking from under a mirror.... the very own mirror he possibly came from.

Perseu's mouth open and close in another inner turmoil, it would be easy to bully his lover for being a featherbrain not noticing the trinket as soon as he sneaked in, scold for making a mess on the temple or even congratulate him for finally finding what he lost.

Instead, his gaze scrutinize the trinket on the happy god's jointed hands

".......Thats not even a ball"

Tamagochi 1 x 0 temple of profecies

[palajae]

anytime.

PAIRING... kim sunoo x reader | GENRE... childhood friends to lovers!au, fluff, humor | WC... 0.2k | ”don’t even think about saying a single word."

he opens his mouth to speak and you hold up a hand. 

“don’t even think about saying a single word.” 

you’re not really sure how you got into this situation. when you came back home for the summer break, you figured you wouldn’t be seeing anyone familiar anytime soon. 

especially not your childhood best friend. 

especially not while dressed in your old pajamas—ones that were printed with unicorns and ended well above your ankle as the lucky first pick out of your dusty closet. 

you definitely didn’t expect to have any human interaction at the library at the lovely time of 2 am. 

you internally curse at the turn of events. 

“i don’t want to hear it, kim sunoo.” 

you can’t even recall the last time you saw him. dressed in old clothes that were probably meant for a fifth grader, for crying out loud. 

“i was just going to say you look cute,” he shrugs casually. 

the book you were attempting to read slams shut. 

you should’ve known those pajamas were still lucky, after all. 

a/n ▸ me looking back on my old crusty panda pajamas… those freaking hit the spot

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# BEFORE YOU READ ! 𖦹 𓂂 ﾟ☆ 𓈒

→ summary; changes and cautions for my upcoming writing for percy jackson

→ notes; this is lowk just me trying to promote my fic 🤭

→ warnings; potential spoilers, probs going to be updated

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 is based on my desired reality, so it’s not going to be totally accurate to canon. The characters are probably going to be acting different, including looks. Some major changes you might worry about are …

GIRLY! PIPER MCLEAN. My personal rebellion against Rick writing Piper very anti-feminine is to make her the definition of girly. On the topic of toxic femininity, the whole aphrodite cabin is def getting their justice in this.  (ib by @thaliasthunder post)

POC DEMIGODS. I’m trying to put more poc rep in this since all the rep in canon is either stereotypical, or just forced. This includes a black annabeth, poc Percy, Asian Rachel, etc.

NEW RELATIONSHIPS. I’m not totally set on this, but I might write new couples in instead of the canon ones. Piper and jason seem so forced to be together, and the whole fic is going to be an x Percy so that leaves annabeth alone, and Leo doesn’t deserve to be the 7th wheel. Also Frank and Hazel just seem so… ew (the 3 year age gap is kinda gross.)

PERSONALITIES. This is kind of contradictory to what I wrote in the beginning, but the personalities of the characters r gonna be closer to the canon. To explain further, most people write the characters as to how they’re seen in fanon, they water down the characters. They make Percy/Leo to be stupid, or Annabeth to be cold, or Nico to be baby-ish.

ALL PERSPECTIVES. In this i’m going to try and include everyone’s thoughts, not in the way shown in canon, ex: entire chapters written from the view of one character. Its going to evenly mention each of the characters thoughts and opinions, as if the narrator could see inside each of their minds.

DESIGNS & APPEARANCES. i’m going to be making small changes in the characters designs. I swear it’s nothing drastic, just little adjustments here and there. Such as Piper having dyed hair, Leo wearing a headband (think reki from sk8), etc.

NEW CAMP HALF-BLOOD. Am i jealous of camp jupiter and new rome? yes. am i going to cope by copying them but doing it better? yes. I’m adding a new layout to camp half-blood, like bigger cabins (almost apartments), and new places. Ex; Demeter’s greenhouse, Athena’s library, Asteria’s Astronomy tower, etc.

THOUGHTS. This is like a part 2 to the pov’s, but i’m going to write the characters thoughts throughout dialogue, like what they wish they would say. Think Nana and Hachi’s “Remember when we met?” etc.