#greekgods au

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

I'm a busy man and I can't stay long.

Yeah so I drew this months ago, buttt my drafts are a rotting pile at this point. Anyone seen this show? Me and Jan saw this in London last July and it was pretty dam good! Would recommend.

Original nightmare by jokublog

Original ccino belongs to black-nyanko

P.s Orpheus would be Killer here. Rip ccino.

[iamvegorott]

Yaaassss!!!

They get a happy ending because I said so! XD

“I Won’t Look Back”

Had a little idea to draw MadMare as Orpheus and Eurydice.

I used some renaissance paintings as references for the outfits, and gave Mad a little flower crown.

And this story won’t end with Mad going back to Hell

@iamvegorott

[zu-is-here]

What would happen if Greek au met gayfishes greekgods au

[melissa7102004]

They're so cuteeee !!!!! I've known them for a while now, and absolutely adore themm UWU

These greekgods au babies belong to @help-im-a-gay-fish.

Dreamtale //@jokublog.

[iamvegorott]

This reminds me of the GreekGod!AU and I miss that AU so much!

Chibi Cupid Jameson 🏹💕

[berryhobii]

Thread(pjm x reader) Prologue

Pairing: Ares!Park Jimin x Goddess!Black!Female Reader, Reincarnation AU, Greek Mythology AU

Synopsis: You were his oasis where the water never ran dry. He was the garden where blooms shone like diamonds. His lips were of the sweetest ambrosia that made you forget your sour past, your embrace a blanket that shielded him from the nightmare that was his life. Your souls were safe in the hands of one another. Nothing could ever separate you, the daisy chain you’ve woven entwining your fate and destinies until the end of time.

Even when the blade cuts the vine and the petals fall into the fire, he will always find you.

A/N: Hi!! I’m back with the prologue for my first ever mini series! This is the GreekGod!Jimin story I was talking about a little while ago. I actually changed the story a lot after new inspiration struck me. A new detail that I hope a lot of people will like is that reader has Vitiligo. I was inspired by this woman I saw the other day. She was so beautiful and poised and she told me that she absolutely loves BTS after seeing my RJ bag charm. So this is dedicated to her! I also hope my reader’s with vitiligo like this! I tried to describe reader’s skin as beautifully and respectfully as possible. I even asked an old coworker of mine how he would describe his wife who also has vitiligo. I’m always open to criticism though and if anyone is offended, please let me know. I’ll be posting the first chapter along with my Taehyung x NudeModel!Reader story as well by the end of the day. Hope you guys enjoy!

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“Please! I’m begging you! Don’t do this!”

“Ares, for treason and insubordination, I sentence you to death.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks, gorgeous face twisted in anguish. He hated to see you cry. Your tears should never fall, not for him and not for others.

This was all his fault. Your grief and distress were due to him. He broke the promise he made to you all those centuries ago. He promised he’d never make you sad, to always fill your days with his love and joy, to walk beside you until the day the world ends.

He was such a fool.

And as he knelt on the floor, body sore from battle and ears ringing from the thundering boom of the God above him, all he could focus on was you. Even in tears, you were the most beautiful goddess he’s ever laid his eyes upon.

Before he met you, his life was lackluster, monotone…..lonely. Days spent bathed in the blood of the fallen, his blade his only companion, the screams of the wounded the sound that lulled him to restless slumber. He didn’t care for anything else except fulfilling his duty and satisfying his bloodlust.

Then he stumbled across a cool stream, the sound of the rushing water doing nothing drown out the noises in his head. The most it could do was quench his thirst and clean his bloodied cape. After he had his fill and had less than successfully cleaned a little blood out of his cape, he draped it over a rock before plopping down on the grass with a huff. He was so tired. He just wanted to close his eyes for a bit.

The sound of singing startled him, his body immediately going into attack mode. He unsheathed his sword with practiced grace, ready to slice down any threat.

But there was none.

There was only you sitting at the edge of the stream, a small sewing kit in your lap, your hands working on what he recognized as his cape.

He didn’t know how to process what was happening, his brain still moving a little slowly from his short nap. Where did you come from? When did you get here? His instincts were always on guard. He should have heard you coming.

Why…..?

Your singing suddenly stopped. You lifted the cape up, surveying the now patched tear to make sure it looked nice. After humming to yourself in content, you turned to face him and the sight of your face almost made him fall to his knees.

You were positively ethereal.

Your robes were a light pink color, the delicate fabric wrapped around your body flowed around you as if the wind followed you, desperate to grace your skin. Your clothing allowed him to appreciate the beauty of your lustrous skin—an expanse of dark brown with lighter spots that looked like paint splotches on your divine canvas. But each one was placed so carefully, as if whatever God that sculpted you had intentionally taken their passion out on your already lavish complexion. Eyes kind and gentle, and your hair full and huge with flowers and butterflies decorating it.

“Oh, you’re awake? You’ve been sleeping for a couple hours. I can only imagine how tired you must have been.”

Hours? That was impossible! He didn’t sleep that long. And certainly not when he wasn’t in the safety of his home. Even then, he was lucky to get 4 hours before waking from the nightmares.

How had you managed to sneak up on him?

Realizing he had yet to respond to you, he said, “who are you? Where did you come from?”

You didn’t falter at his hostility or harsh tone. You had just shown up and started touching his belongings. You’d be defensive too.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you. I came to be alone but then I saw your torn cape and thought I’d mend it for you.” You stood to your feet, dusting off your robes before folding his cape. “Here you are. It was torn in a weird place so the stitch is noticeable but you can still wear it.”

He hesitated for a moment but he didn’t feel like you were a threat so he lowered his weapon. You noticed how he didn’t sheath it again but said nothing.

He shuffled closer to you, keeping his eyes on your hands. Once he was close enough, he grabbed the cape from you before backing away again.

“Well, I’ll leave you be. Try not to tear it again, okay? It’s such a beautiful cape.” Your smile was soft but so inviting. It made his heart stutter, a block forming in his throat at your gaze. Why did you look at him that way?

And then you left him there, a weird feeling settling over him at your absence. He shook it off.

He sheathed his weapon, holding his cape with both hands. It was still covered in blood and a little damp.

He found the spot where the tear had once been, only to find it closed and bound tight by a bright pink string. It stood out as stark as day against the grey fabric. He ran his fingers over the stitch, a gasp coming from his throat when a sudden surge of emotion struck him.

And he still felt that as he watched you fall to your knees, screaming his name and pleading for his retribution.

Yearning.

He yearned for your touch right now, for you to hold him tightly in your arms like you never wanted to let him go. He yearned for your smile, your laughter, your affection, your kiss.

He yearned for you. He loved you. He adored you.

“Ares! No! Please!”

The blade lifted, a glint shining on its sharp edge but he wasn’t afraid. He didn’t even focus on the person holding the weapon. All he could see was you.

His eyes squinted in the adorable way they did when he smiled, his teeth showing themselves, including the slightly crooked one you loved so much. You loved him so much.

“I love you, my oasis.”

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

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[help-im-a-gay-fish]

*sigh* love is blooming <3

Yeah I bring back the Greek gods au, this is a comic I've been working on since July, *tugs collar* everyyyything is working slower lol

Decided that Dream's powers are tied to his emotions, and the flowers bloom all over him when he gets embarrassed or excited ;)

POV You had an arranged marriage for the benefits and now you are getting a crush on your husband.

Original nightmare and Dream by jokublog

Greekgods au is by me

Google says that Reaper was created by Ren? Forgive me if that's wrong

@zu-is-here i said I would tag you :)

[iamvegorott]

https://youtu.be/lcv-mdPL3Cc

Marks Aphrodite it’s canon now 

Bob bringing up the OF and Calender

There was also the Pokemon smash or pass and his simping of the one and only tall vampire lady

But that's only if you're looking at lust in a sexual way, you can lust for things that isn't about doing the do. Lust for power, attention, etc. 'Lust' is meaning a strong desire for, not always just about playing with the bits of the body

Anyways, back to the actual topic at hand XD

This is how we bring back the GreekGods!AU

[ajtorres0]

QotD: Tell me a character you would want inserted in any AU(Alternative Universe)? First up, Happy Halloween, Samhain, or a wonderful Monday all! Ok now on to the main post. OMG do you see this freaking amazing fanzine done by the awesome @velinxi! Seriously, all the artwork inside is amazing, I think Percy Jackson mixed with the game Hades, Xiao made a wonderful story that very much left me in tears by the end. Seriously, I was NOT expecting to cry lol. Aaaaand I'm sure you're wondering, really? Another PJO fanzine? YES! I've read Percy Jackson and now I'm obsessed so SUE ME!!!!! Anyway you should seriously check out Xiao Tong's artwork and stories. FREAKING amazing. #Bookstagram #Book #PJO #PJatO #PercyJackson #Hades #AU #RickRiordan #GreekMythology #GreekGods #HadesAU #YoungGods #Godling #Fanzine #PJOFanzine #Fantasy #PJOFanbook #FantasyBook #BooksAreMagic #BooksAreMagical #BooksOfIg #BooksOfInstagram #ReadersOfIg #ReadersOfInstagram #Bibliophile #BookCommunity #BookCandle #Velinxi #GreekTragedy https://www.instagram.com/p/CkYisfOr_as/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[venussdovess]

HI IM LOOKING FOR A BTS FIC!

edit: FOUND IT! THANK YOU

Okay so! Its a bts x reader fic but im not sure if its a seokjin x reader or a namjoom x reader! Its a greek gods au! Where every member of bangtan is an olympian. Basically the reader is wife of seokjin/namjoon who’s like zeus in the au. The thing is that the reader has been hiding from ksj/knj for a long time because they had a fight with ksj/knj bc they did something shitty in the past and the reader has had enough with them. So now ksj/knj is looking to get back with the reader but the reader has hidden herself in the human world. I think the reader has to do something with being the goddess of Love ?? Because i remember her having a red ball of string?/yarn? And she sets human up as couples using that. Basically its a the story of how ksj/knj wins back the reader ! It’s also a big part of a series where there are other stories about the other members (some human some gods) happen in the same universe ! :)) hopefully someone can help me find this series and this fic because i want to reread the entire series pleaseeeeeee ❤️ thank you!

[iamfruitie]

Multi-Layered Muse

This is a fun little, and fairly late, birthday present for the one and only @aoimatsurika

This takes place in the GreekGod!AU with Wilford being the God of Wine/Parties and JJ the Muse of Love -------------------------

JJ let out a long breath as he finally finished sorting the influx of love creations, he would need to ask Mare why the mortals were suddenly so…lovely today. He wasn’t truly complaining, he adored getting new pieces and reading the different ways love was expressed, but he had to get them shelved within a certain time or the creation would fade and now he couldn’t use the usual time he would to enjoy the individual works.

“Jamesy?” Wilford called from the library’s entrance, unable to see him. JJ knocked on his table twice and felt the area around him shift, granting Wilford access to where he was. “Wow, that’s a lot,” Wilford commented when he saw the collection. “Are you going to get them shelved in time?”

“I hope so.” JJ sighed. “Some of these are really sweet and I’d hate for it to go.”

“Let me help,” Wilford picked up a stack of papers. “I can’t let you get sad if they’re not done in time.”

“You don’t need to, I can-”

“I want to help,” Wilford said with a smile.

“Thank you.” JJ kissed Wilford’s cheek. One part was to add to his thanks and another part to allow Wilford to temporarily see his shelves how he does.

“Woah.” Wilford has only seen through these eyes once before; when he asked JJ how he does his work, and it was still just as colorful. Each self had a unique color to it and somehow Wilford knew the name of the one that had that color. Glancing at the stack of paper in his hand, he knew right away where to go to shelf them.

“Off we go.” JJ giggled, stepping away with his own stack of paper. Wilford let himself watch the colors for a bit more before diving into work himself.

Hours went by as they worked, mostly silent except for the occasional giggle when they ran into each other or got close and their hands would touch. Both of them had to hold back from sharing a kiss since they needed to finish the work.

“And there,” Wilford said with some pride, his final piece shelved. JJ was much better at this since he had grabbed more than double what Wilford had been shelving and he was at his last piece as well.

“Oh dear," JJ huffed, head tilted up as he looked towards the top of the shelf. “I have to go get a ladder.” He never allowed flight in his library, not even for himself.

“How high up do you have to go?” Wilford tried to follow JJ’s line of sight.

“Licus,” JJ said the name of the color, and Wilford was able to see where JJ was needing to be.

“Oh! I can just pick you up.” Wilford suggested, already moving to the shelf before JJ could say no. “It’ll be quicker.” He added when JJ only stared at him.

“Fine.” JJ rolled his eyes with a little chuckle and walked over to him. “Do I need to climb on your back or-” JJ was stopped by Wilford easily hoisted him up and, with some adjustments, had it so JJ was sitting on his shoulders but JJ’s face went red at the fact of his crotch being right in Wilford’s face and feeling his hands on his rear. Thankfully, he usually wore a wrapped robe and wasn’t exposed up there.

“All good?” Wilford asked and JJ didn’t even need to look at his face to know he was grinning.

“Yes.” JJ thickly swallowed and sat up, reached out with the paper, and shelved it, getting it to fit nice and snug with the other pieces that mortal had made. He was a very loving one.

“We did it," Wilford said, blinking as his eyes returned to normal and letting him know the task was completed. “Which means we can play~” Wilford added a little bite to the inside of JJ’s thigh, the robe cushioning most of it, but there was enough for JJ to feel it and squeak. “What do you say?”

“Y-Yes, please.” JJ’s had a busy day, he’s earned some fun.

“Hold on.” Wilford chuckled and held JJ a little tighter with one arm as he moved the other to lift JJ’s rope, slipping his head under it.

“Ah~” JJ gripped the shelves as Wilford wasted no time getting most of his cock into his mouth. Wilford hummed as he felt JJ growing harder and harder as he slowly moved his head. JJ closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the edge of the shelf, Wilford’s tongue and mouth were too talented to keep a full thought for more than a second. “Wil~” JJ lowered a hand and placed it on Wilford’s head, his robe getting in the way of him grabbing some hair, but it worked enough. The Gods were blessed with being too damn good at sex.

Had JJ’s eyes been open, he would have noticed the colors changing around them, how a luscious red glow came from his hands and started to dance around the shelves, traveling down and around and soaking themselves into the papers, adding a new flair to the creations. JJ felt the waves of change, unaware of what was actually happening and only thinking of the warmth of Wilford’s mouth and the tender squeezing of Wilford’s hand on his ass.

“Gah!” JJ tensed up when he suddenly came, Wilford holding him firmly still to make sure not a drop escaped.

“Has it been that long?” Wilford teased as he lowered JJ. JJ didn’t respond and only moved to pull Wilford down into a kiss, showing that he wasn’t done yet. Wilford chuckled into the kiss and turned them around, pressing JJ’s back to the shelves. “You’re just too cute.” Wilford sang into JJ’s ear, hands slipping between the folds of JJ’s robes, knowing just how to get the robe fully off but was stopped short from doing so

They both froze at the sound of a whistle and a laugh.

A fairly familiar laugh.

“I had an inkling this is what was happening,” Phantom said, casually watching the two while Mare was using a hand to shield his eyes.

“Oh!” JJ yelped and slipped away from Wilford, quickly adjusting his robe. “What are you doing here?” JJ looked around to make sure there wasn’t anything else out of place and that was when he saw the red. He knew that red color. That was Phantom’s lust-based coating. “What did you do?” He asked Phantom.

“I didn’t do anything. You did that.” Phantom waved towards the color that only he and JJ could see.

“What? How? I’m a Muse of Love, not Lust. There isn’t one of those, it’s just you.”

“Looks like you’ve just added to your title.” Phantom giggled.

“We’re going to need to get you an assistant…and it can’t be Wilford,” Mare added the second part softer.

“Wait. What’s going on?” Wilford asked.

“JJ is now the Muse of Lust as well.”

“Oh~” Wilford hum got JJ to slap him on the arm, which caused him to laugh as JJ’s face flushed again.

[jungkookiebus]

A Sacrifice in the Temple of Apollo | kth

Credit for the gif here since the gif search wanted to be difficult.

Genre: mythology, GreekGod!au, smut Pairing: Apollo!Taehyung x mortal!reader Word Count: 4.4k Warnings: mentions of sacrifices to gods (non-graphic), semi-exhibitionism (you’ll see lol), cunnilingus, use of alcohol, intense finger fucking, sex in a religious space Summary: With your village ravaged by famine and plague; crops, livestock, and people are dying. The Temple of Apollo is just up the mountain and sacrifices have been left to no avail. You try to beseech the god yourself and get more than you bargained for.

The day was overcast as you climbed the mountain. Rain drizzled down on you, blanketing your hair and clothes until you were uncomfortable but not quite soaked. Shivering, you trudged forward up the roughly hewn stone steps ignoring the fact that the sandals you had on were too thin for this endeavor. You were desperate and willing to try anything. Below you, your village lay quiet, unnaturally so for this time of year. A sickness had spread through the people, crops, and livestock; effectively killing hundreds in its wake. It had taken your brother months ago. Your mother fell into a depression and your father’s barley crops had withered and died before they could even be harvested. The village was dark, bleak, and lifeless. People milled about in the market as if in a daze, children were starving, men were dying in the roads, and there was no one around to help you. Tears streamed down your face as the steps evened out, got more precise, as you grew closer. The trees in the forest thinned the higher you got. A column towered to your right, holding nothing, but there was a marker showing you that you were getting closer. The Temple of Apollo had been erected here many, many years ago; before you were even born. The steps were strewn with flowers, bug eaten bread, wine, and many other offerings as you climbed the final steps to the temple. Despite the collective effort of the village to offer Apollo the last of their food or drachma, nothing had changed. So, you were here to beg the god to listen. In your bag, you had the finest bottle of wine from your mother’s storeroom and a few coins jingled against the glass. The large, marble temple towered above you. Inside, oil lamps burned dimly, kept up by various villagers afraid to anger the gods further. The statue of Apollo stood, foreboding and intimidating, in the dim light. Expensive rugs, food, goblets, coins, and other various offerings littered the floor at his feet. Inside, it was quiet, eerie, save for the rain now falling harder outside. You looked behind you to see it like a grey wall, coming straight down with no inclination of slowing down. Water dripped from your clothes and your feet blistered in your sandals.

“Apollo,” you whispered, afraid to hear your own voice in the vastness of the temple. You coughed a little as you spoke again. “Apollo. I come here to plead with you. I know many have come before me, begging with you to have mercy on our village. I am sorry I have not come myself, but I am here now to ask for your help. Our crops and people are dying from this strange illness. Never have I heard of both being endangered at once, but please I’ve already lost my brother…”

Your voice caught in your throat; devastation washed over you as you thought about the loss.

The temple was just as quiet as when you walked in.

Then a raven’s call broke the silence. You jumped, turning around to see a raven fly through the sheet of rain, into the temple, and onto the outstretched arm of Apollo. Something brushed against the side of your foot and you looked down to see a thick, long python slithering next to you. Screaming, you fell back on the marble floor, bag landing in your lap as the snake ignored you and lithely slid amongst the offerings to the base of Apollo’s feet where it curled up and settled in as if he belonged there. Both the raven and the snake seemed to be watching the entrance of the temple behind you, unmoving as they looked.

Slowly, you turned your head. Your entire body shook with fear and cold as you breathed heavily, a soft cloud escaping your lips as the temperature dropped. The hair along your neck and arms stood on end as the air became charged and you chocked it up to the storm, but this felt different. The electricity coursing through the air wasn’t any you had felt before. Your chest felt tight and you willed yourself to breathe, but you were afraid that if you did, whatever was causing this would find you.

You looked through the driving rain and saw nothing. Squinting, you looked a little harder. The vague shape of a human was coming up the steps on the mountain. They walked smoothly, but slowly up the steps; in no rush to get out of the pouring rain. The closer they drew, the more you could make the outline of a man, much taller it seemed than the men in the village. Another raven emerged from the rain behind him, calling out as it whipped past his head within centimeters, but he neither ducked out of the way nor cried out as it flew past. It flew into the temple and perched next to the first. You only watched them for a second before you turned back towards the man, closer now as he started to navigate the offerings laid out and ruined on the steps. Your chest burned hotter and hotter as your lungs constricted, too afraid to breathe or move. He stepped through the rain and into the balmy, wet cavern of the temple, completely dry. His tousled, curly hair fell past his eyes and the dark strands kissed the back of his neck softly. His skin was dark and warm. Your breath was taken away as you looked at him. Smooth, unmarred skin disappeared under the soft white tunic that was made of a material you had never seen before. His brown eyes sparkled in the lamp light as he looked down at you. He seemed larger than life inside the temple, completely out of place yet strangely at home within the surroundings. He turned to survey the offerings, smiling as the saw the snake and ravens, before he turned to you and held out his hand. Your back was still to him as you sat frozen, head turned and looking at him. He gestured towards you more emphatically as if you were supposed to know what he wanted. His eyes widened as he looked at you in exasperation and pointed to your bag. Slowly, you swiveled around and with shaking hands opened the bag and pulled the wine from it. Mirth filled his eyes and a wide smile broke out across his face. You felt the warmth from his smile and his skin as he leaned closer to you in order to grab the bottle. Snatching up a goblet close by, he easily popped the cork out with his teeth, spit it to the side, and began pouring. He swirled the wine a little before bringing it to his lips and sipping lightly. He seemed to be in thought as he let the taste roll around on his tongue for a second.

“Tell your mother her wine is excellent,” he said turning his attention to you. “She can use her wine to play kottabos.”

You wanted your mouth to form words but all you could do was stutter as you struggled to think. He turned his head to look around the temple and that was when you saw the laurel wreath nestled in his curls. Some of the leaves looked as if they were freshly grown while some were a solid, thin gold.

“Are you…?” you finally were able to mutter.

He got down on one knee in front of you, forearm rested across it as he leaned into you. He smelled sickly sweet and a little like rain, even though he was completely dry. He stared into your eyes searchingly before his gaze directed to the large statue behind you. One of the ravens gave a single cry as you watched his eyes rake down the statue, past the snake, and back at you.

“Doesn’t really look like me, but I appreciate the effort.”

Could Apollo be right in front of you right now? Or were you so desperate for help that you were hallucinating?

“How do I know it’s you?” you clutched your bag tightly against you.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise and then furrowed as if caught off guard. Surely no mortal meeting a god had questioned their validity before? He let out a low whistle that blew the sweet smell of wine across your face. His eyes flitted to point behind you and once again you were slowly turning your head, unsure of how to prepare yourself for whatever phantom you were about to see. A young girl stepped out from behind the statue and stood next to the python. Beautiful blue robes laid across her shoulders and pooled past her feet. Ornate gold threading depicted Apollo receiving his golden bow and arrows from his father Zeus. Her eyes were as white as milk, but she looked at him as if she could see everything in the room.

“That,” he said pointing to the woman who was as still as a statute, “is the Pythia, Oracle of Delphi.”

Her face was impassive as you looked at her, the soft glow of the lamps lit her features. Her hair was softly braided, thrown over her shoulder, and golden thread was woven within the strands.

“What day is it?”

“Seventh day of the month and the number of Apollo,” he said winking at you. “The only day the Pythia will give prophecy.”

“Can she help us? Can…you help us?” You threw all caution to the wind as you chose to believe the man claiming to be Apollo himself.

“Of course, I can help you,” he said running his finger along your jawline before cupping your chin. He leaned your head back a little as he brought the goblet to your lips. “Now drink, my little bird.”

The familiar taste of your mother’s wine washed into your mouth as you drank, but there seemed to be something different; a taste foreign to your tongue. The tepid liquid ran down your throat and the strange taste seemed to coat it. Your vision blurred a little and your mind buzzed as if you were instantly drunk, but something within you lit like a flame. He smiled when he saw the look in your eyes change and pulled the bag from your lap, ignoring the coins as they clinked together inside. Leaning in close, he pressed his mouth against yours and the heat inside of you seemed fueled by the kiss as it burned hotter. He pulled away, eyes not leaving your swollen lips as his chest rose swiftly.

“You look so much like her…,” he said wistfully as his thumb brushed your bottom lip.

You shivered again from his touch as he placed his open palm against your neck. Heat radiated from him like the sun on a summer day and he seemed to shine just as bright in the dark temple. The flames from the oil lamps created flickering shadows on the walls. The statue shown even bigger and more intimidating in shadow with the two ravens still perched on the arm. His other hand came up to your face as he knelt in front of you, hooded eyes surveying every inch of your face.

“Wine kissed lips,” he whispered, head tilting in thought as he ran his thumbs over your features, “eyes as clear as the sea, skin kissed by Helios, and a face fit for the gods.”

The heat between you grew and amplified, filling every corner of the temple. The fires in the lamps dulled a little and soon the whole room glowed softly and you saw the flames perfectly in his eyes. Swiftly, he grabbed you by the waist and was sitting with you perched on his lap facing him within seconds. The Oracle still stood behind him, eyes distant as she stared out of the door of the temple, unmoving.

“She couldn’t love me,” he continued, “but you can.”

His lips were on your neck as he pulled you closer to him, hands tangling in your hair. He seemed desperate to be closer to you in every way and his breath quickened with each kiss.

Daphne. Eros had shot Apollo and made him fall in love with a nymph. That was who he was talking about; the nymph who turned herself into a laurel tree to escape him. Now that he was here in front of you, you weren’t sure why she would ever want to do that.

“Can you love me?” he asked breathlessly between kisses to your neck, shoulder, and face. He didn’t give you time to answer before his lips were on yours again, pushing your robe from your shoulders and his warm hands were on your ribs, pulling you against him and your breasts rubbed against the soft fabric. You moaned as the sensation made your entire body shiver. His hands were on your lower back now as he slid your hips even further into his and you felt him grow harder amongst the plumes of fabric.

He stopped suddenly, hands still grasping at your skin, chest heaving against yours as he looked up into your eyes. Flames flickered there as his pupils were blown wide with desire. “Will you be the sacrifice that saves your family?”

His question took you off guard, your mind clearing just a little. Were you willing to sacrifice yourself to save others? Hundreds had died and many more would due to famine. You had already lost so much, so what would be one more thing? Nothing.

“Yes.”

Something seemed to transfer from him to you as he devoured you body and soul. It filled you until you thought the feeling would be unbearable, somewhere between pain and pleasure, you were stuck in the balance between the two and you wanted to rupture to alleviate it. Your skin burned hotter than a fever and his lips were hotter still. He kissed the place above your breast as he grabbed your ass and pulled you harder against him. The shadows around you danced dangerously along the walls and vaulted ceiling. This time, you pushed the fabric from his shoulders to reveal a toned chest, the golden honey tone of his face matching perfectly to the rest of a him. A band of gold wrapped around his upper arm and you blearily watched as the muscles flexed beneath it. His mouth was on your nipple and hot pleasure raced across your skin and directly into your core. You felt yourself beginning to drip on the expensive fabric of his robes. He inhaled deeply as he came up from your breast, spit stretched to his lips as he detached and before you knew it his lips were on yours. His tongue was at your lips, darting past your teeth to explore the depths of your mouth. He moaned now, as he deepened the kiss and ground himself up into you as he kept a firm grip on your hips. He dipped his hand into the folds of your clothes and instinctively found your clit. He ran his hand past it, to your folds, to collect the slickness now gathering there and ruining his clothes. He placed two fingers over your clit and began to draw small circles, gradually applying pressure. Your legs quivered and threatened to close against the pleasure, but he kept you spread with his. Fiery red bruises blossomed along your neck and collarbone as he moved his lips anywhere he could reach, sucking and biting as he went. He slid both fingers back and curved them up into you, sliding deliciously in and out until he had your eyes rolling. Your fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders, back arched as you leaned more into him, riding his fingers. He stilled his movements as you began to roll your hips, using him to pleasure yourself. He pushed his thumb against your clit as he sucked your other nipple into his mouth, suckling gently, as he teased the sensitive nerve endings. Tears slipped slowly out of your eyes as your pleasure mounted. He moaned as your body shuddered, close to the edge. Hand completely still, you fucked yourself over him until you were dripping well past his wrist. Your eyes flew open as your orgasm hit. The shadows on the wall seemed to grow larger as you came. The Oracle still stood, as still as ever, gazing out of the doors of the temple. Your fingernails raked into his skin painfully and he sighed as he brought your face to his once more, kissing you deeply. His fingers were out of you within moments as he stood easily from the floor, taking you with him as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His tunic fell away as he stood, leaving you the only one semi clothed. Turning, he walked up the steps to the altar, raked every offering off onto the floor, and laid you gently on your back. You gasped as your hot skin hit the cold surface of the marble, but that did not deter him as he pulled your clothing off completely. He dropped to his knees in front of you as if offering penance to himself, here in his own temple, yet he was worshipping you. Wrapping both arms around your thighs he pulled you into him, burying his face into you as he fucked you with his tongue. Off to the right and higher up, the Oracle still stood motionless next to the sleeping python. The rain still poured outside, semi muted through the stone, but loud on the steps outside. The heat inside of you grew once more as he sloppily ate your cunt; the stone beneath you becoming slicker. Your hands were in his hair, buried deep at the roots, and pulling him harder against you. He moaned against your clit as he flicked his tongue over you. Chills of pleasure rippled through you as your legs closed hard around his head. The small, golden leaves bit into the skin of your thighs but you ignored them. Almost involuntarily, you began moving your hips against him, desperately always wanting more. He moved with you, hands firm on your thighs as his enclosed mouth and tongue worked over your clit. One leg curled in, the ball of your foot digging into the edge as your toes curled, while the other stretched out behind him. Your back arched up off the altar as you came a second time, but he continued eating you out into overstimulation as you pulled at his hair. He came up not a second later, rising from his knees in front of you, and face glistening. The heat still burned in his eyes as he looked down at you, an offering, laid out on his altar.

He leaned down, hands on either side of your waist, as he looked you in the eye.

“Are you a willing sacrifice?”

“Yes,” you muttered between swollen lips.

“Then I give myself to you.”

He filled you up so completely and, in that moment, you had never felt so full. He still seemed to be connected to you not just by body but also something deeper, something that transcended this place. His thrusts were easy, you were so wet he slid inside with ease. He wrapped his arms around your knees, holding your legs up as he fucked you, hitting so deep inside of you it bordered on painful. You cried out as your body slid with each thrust, but he was pulling you back, bouncing you on his cock and starting over again. He let go and leaned down, folding your legs with him as his thrusts slowed but got deeper. Keeping you hanging in a balance of standing right at the precipice and falling over the edge, he kept the torturous pace until you were nearly begging him to go faster. He leaned back once more to let your legs fall to either side of his hips before leaning back down again. He still lazily thrust inside of you as he grabbed some of your hair and brought your face close to his.  

“Such a pretty little bird sacrificing herself to me,” he whispered hotly. Every now and again he’d thrust harder and deeper, causing you to moan, which he seemed to be enjoying immensely.  He reached between the two of you and placed his fingers on your swollen clit. “Now give me another part of you.”

He deepened his thrusts to the point the he was barely moving, ensuring he was brushing over that bundle of nerves each time. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t see, and you couldn’t think.

That’s when the voice resounded in the room. Your eyes fluttered open as you saw the Oracle still staring into the rain, mouth unmoving as a woman’s voice seemed to come from the air, as loud as thunder, and as soft as a bird’s wing.

“The sickness that has wrought this land shall be smote with the rainfall.”

He didn’t even seem to notice that she was speaking as he continued to fuck you, bringing you close to the edge once more. Sweat dripped from his brow to your breasts as he watched your face. Pure ecstasy was laced into your features and he was fascinated by it.

“In three months hence all trace of the disease will be wiped from your people, livestock, and crops.”

He drew his bottom lip between his teeth as he maintained his pace inside of you and on your clit. You opened your eyes to look at him. He glistened in the firelight and he seemed even more god-like as he glowed. The laurels on his head glinted, giving him an even more heavenly appearance. But what you noticed the most was the look in his eyes. He didn’t look at you like a sacrifice, he looked at you lovingly, truly appreciating the offering given to him, and treating it with respect. He wanted you to feel every bit of elation and pleasure that he did. The room dimmed immensely as you came, almost completely tamped down. The ravens both cried overhead as they rose in a flurry of wings and flew out of the temple into the rain.

“And with this sacrifice to Apollo, your land shall never know the touch of disease or famine until the end of your days.”

The snake at her feet uncoiled and stretched to its full length, slithered between his legs as he thrust into you harder now, and out of the temple. The Oracle turned and walked back around the statue and disappeared from the temple once more. The fire in the lamps returned to a dull glow, illuminating the statue with less intimidation. He slowed his thrusts again until they were deep and even. His face was pressed against your shoulder as he gathered you in his arms, holding you closer and reaching his end. Your hands explored every inch of his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his skin. He held you aloft with one arm as he came, falling forward onto his other hand, holding the both of you up as he rode out his orgasm, thrusting a few more times before he stopped. He breathed heavily against you, still holding you, as silence and rain cloaked the temple once more. He lowered you, gently, back down onto the altar before pulling out of you. He donned his tunic before pulling yours from the floor and holding it. You sat up on the altar and he lightly pulled yours over your head. Softly, he placed a kiss on your forehead before smiling.  

“Brother?” you heard from the doorway.

He turned slightly to look as you too leaned to the side. A woman who looked almost exactly like him, but with much longer hair stood in the doorway. Furs covered her shoulders, leather gauntlets protected her arms, a saffron hunting tunic reached her knees, and a highly detailed carved bow was slung across her back. In every sense of the word she was a hunter, but she seemed a beautiful force to be reckoned with.

“Artemis,” he said simply.

“Are you done?” she asked, eyes scanning you as you sat on the altar. “The ravens preceded your return, but you did not come.”

“I didn’t tell them to leave.”

“You should know your place.” And with that she turned and walked off into the rain, a large hound following behind her.

He turned back to you and smiled sadly, holding your hand in his.

“May your family be blessed by the gods,” he smiled.

“Wait.” You were genuinely confused. Weren’t you his sacrifice? You were expecting him to pull out a golden dagger at any moment and plunge it through your heart. You’d thank him, too, if it meant saving your family.

He let go of your hand in favor of cupping your face in his palms.

“You gave yourself to me,” he whispered against your lips as chills ran up and down your spine, “and that’s all I wanted.”

He kissed you softly, but there was something unsaid behind it; a true reverence in his followers and an appreciation you had never felt before. He let go of you slowly, backing away with a grin on his face and looking at you as if he were trying to remember this. Gods rarely ever crossed a mortal’s path twice. You watched as he grabbed a bottle of wine, took a sip, and sauntered back out into the rain and down the steps.

You sat dumbly on the altar not sure what to do. Do you tell your family? Do you keep it a secret? Maybe the Oracle was wrong. Instead, you trudged back home through the rain, until you reached the village. Going to bed that night, you were unsure if your sacrifice had been enough.

Within the month the barley was growing back better than ever, signs of sickness had been eradicated from the people, and the farmers were sure the livestock would come back from the loss. The sun shined bright each day, glinting off the surface of the sea. Within five months, the village was back to normal again. You still felt the loss of your brother and friends, but you were happy that the suffering was over. From time to time, you’d visit the temple, leaving an offering of your mother’s wine. Each time Apollo would follow behind, grab the bottle, pull the cork, and take a long drink.

With a smile on his face and mischief in his eyes as he thought back on your night together, he’d take another, long drag of the sweet wine. Even with age he still thought you were beautiful.

“Good enough to play kottabos.”

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The Return of Persephone

Happy wedding & AU version anniversary! ♡

Hades!Nightmare & Persephone!Dream by @help-im-a-gay-fish

Dream & Nightmare by @jokublog

Original Greek AU by eli-sin-g / kolesjoie [n/sfw]

[opes-magnas]

Caelum.

Part 2/4 of the series!!

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wc: 700+

au: gods!au, soulmate!au

genre: angst, fluff

Listen to the song for the best experience, enjoy!!

~ calypso

he looked up to the heavens as she walked away.

he wondered why the universe was never on his side. there he was, left heartbroken amidst the woods. he thought she was the one, the one that would lead him to happiness. he loved her with all his heart, but he wasn’t enough. a tear rolled down his cheek as he looked up in fury.

‘darn you, Gods!’, he cursed, ‘never will i ever lend my heart to someone just so they can tear it apart! love is nothing but a foolish fantasy!’

he wished the sky would cry for him.

he was left in despair. his heart felt heavy and a horrible feeling crept up from his stomach. he decided to walk back home with his now withered petunias, wondering if he could stop at a tavern on the way. it would definitely ease his pain.

but little did he know, heaven was listening.

she looked down at the man in confusion. she was supposed to be the man’s wife. they were supposed to grow old together. how was it that fate made a mistake? as her brows tied into a knot, she turned towards her servant.

‘prepare for my journey to earth.’

a curious thing, fate was. though she had the power to make people fall in love, occasionally, she did not have the power to choose one’s partner. the power of destiny was sometimes so strong between two people, that every incarnation always found half. these people were termed soulmates. they reminded the goddess how imperishable the power of love was. how heartwarming and irresistible it was.

but this case was extremely perplexing; she witnessed the thread binding the couple together break.

aphrodite, in all her godly beauty, rose from her throne. her beautiful golden dress shimmered in the daylight as she gracefully walked back towards the pavilion. her fingertips touched the beautiful spindle on the table. she pulled out precisely three strands of her mesmerizing long hair and turned them into a red thread. the string of fate will help him find love again.

but there was a condition, both parties had to be present in the same place for the string to latch itself back on. aphrodite wondered how to do this quietly, as she could not let her facade be given away.

and in about a few days, she descended down to land.

she walked around the square, in search of the man. the townsfolk immediately steered their eyes towards her. she was now in modest civilian clothes, yet her beauty still shined through. her skin was glowing in a light shade of gold and her lips were as red as a rose. her aura made them feel as though the world was at peace and harmony. the townsfolk thought her beauty was a gift from the gods. the town suddenly became utopia.

with a gentle smile on her face, aphrodite skipped down the pebbled road. she found the man sitting by the tavern, with a small container in his hands. he looked dreadful and seemed to be lost in a maze full of twists and turns. perhaps, that was how the loss of a soulmate felt like.

you grieve for someone who never loved you. for someone you already gave all your heart to.

the man got up and aphrodite followed him. he walked through the town, meeting his friends, and spending away his time and money. he finally plodded up a hill, walking towards his former lover’s house. he thought of apologizing, and of asking her to give him another chance. aphrodite took this as a chance to tie the the string of fate to their little fingers once more. the man stood outside her abode and pleaded,

‘my dear, my love, please let me in!’

the door slowly creaked open, his soulmate had an expressionless face. she stared at her lover’s act with a cold heart. aphrodite quickly took the string out of her purse to save the soulmates. one end of the string latched itself onto the man’s little finger. all the other had to do was reach hers.

‘leave, it is for your own good.’, she said as she slammed the door on him.

to aphrodite’s surprise, the string lingered around her own finger before it latched itself on.

baffled and bewildered, aphrodite questioned fate’s laws. his new soulmate was now her? how was the even possible?

a mysterious tug in the man made him turn towards her. a single drop fell from his eyes.

‘are you my salvation who found me deserted?’

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Falling flowers.

It's lateeeee I'm so behind schedule, but here you go!! Happy anniversary Greek gods au!!

I'm so so so happy and overwhelmed with the love this au has gotten and I'm so happy to share more!!

This is based off this fic, and the earlier days for themmm.

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Original Nightmare and Dream by jokublog

Greekgods au by me!