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fouled by fate • aurelien tchouameni (5/10)

SYNOPSIS: Aurélien Tchouaméni, one of football’s rising stars, is used to navigating the pressures of the pitch—but nothing could prepare him for an arranged marriage. With his family’s legacy and cultural traditions at stake, Aurélien reluctantly agrees to marry a woman he barely knows. But as they’re thrust into the public eye, sparks fly in unexpected ways. The two must navigate the complexities of love, duty, and fame, all while figuring out if they’re playing on the same team—or if their hearts are destined for different paths.

PAIRINGS: Aurélien Tchouaméni x Zuri Awanto Nchang (faceclaim Samira Ahmed @/iamsamiira)

WARNINGS: cursing, football b.s., dry humor/wit, slight arguing, friends to lovers, instant attraction, angst, eventual smut (18+/minors dni)

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Zuri stood in front of her full-length mirror, smoothing down the front of her nude corset top for what felt like the hundredth time. Paired with high-waisted black trousers, the outfit was sleek and stylish, but she couldn't shake the nervous energy thrumming through her body.

"Girl, you look fine as hell. Stop fussing," Senait's voice crackled through her phone's speaker.

Zuri glanced at her best friend's face on the screen, propped up against her vanity. "I know, I know. I just… I want this to go well, you know?"

Senait's laugh filled the room. "It's a date with your own damn husband. How bad could it be?"

"Fiancé," Zuri corrected automatically. "And you'd be surprised. Things have been… complicated."

It had been a few days since their return from Mallorca, and Aurélien's schedule had been insane. Between training sessions for the upcoming match against Valladolid and team meetings, she'd barely seen him. But tonight… tonight was theirs.

"Complicated how?" Senait pressed. "Last I heard, you two were getting cozy on some fancy yacht."

Zuri felt her cheeks warm at the memory. "It's not like that. We're just… figuring things out."

"Mhm," Senait hummed, clearly unconvinced. "And does 'figuring things out' usually involve you trying on every outfit you own?"

"Shut up," Zuri laughed, but there was no heat in it. God, she missed this – the easy banter, the shared jokes. "I just want to look nice. Is that a crime?"

"For Mr. Soccer Superstar? Nah, girl. Knock him dead."

As Zuri applied the finishing touches to her makeup, she filled Senait in on the whirlwind of the past few days – the tension, the almost-kisses, the slowly building… something between her and Aurélien.

"Sounds to me like you're catching feelings," Senait teased.

Zuri rolled her eyes, but she couldn't quite deny it. "It's not… I mean, we barely know each other."

"And yet here you are, nervous as a teenager before prom."

Before Zuri could retort, her phone buzzed with a text. Aurélien:

On my way. Can't wait to see you.

A flutter of anticipation curled in her stomach. "He's on his way," she told Senait, unable to keep the smile out of her voice.

"Alright, alright. Go get your man. And Z?" Senait's voice softened. "Have fun, okay? You deserve it."

As Zuri ended the call, she took one last look in the mirror. Her reflection stared back, a mix of excitement and nerves clear in her eyes. This wasn't how she'd imagined her life going, but standing here, about to go on a date with her arranged fiancé… she couldn't bring herself to regret it.

The sound of the front door opening and Zeus' excited barks filled the house. She could hear Aurélien talking to the dog in French, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine.

"ZuZu? You ready?" he called out.

Taking a deep breath, Zuri grabbed her clutch and headed down the hall. She saw Aurélien standing in the foyer, looking devastatingly handsome in white jeans and a graphic t-shirt, his usual Van Cleef and Arpels and Cartier bracelets glinting on his wrist alongside a silver watch. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers.

"Lilies, right?" he said, offering her the bouquet with a smile. "I swore you mentioned those were your favorite."

Zuri felt her heart skip a beat. "You remembered," she said softly, taking the flowers.

The drive to the restaurant was filled with comfortable small talk, the city lights of Madrid sliding past the windows of Aurélien's car. The sushi place was a sleek, modern establishment, all clean lines and soft lighting.

As they settled into their seats, Zuri felt the last of her nerves melting away. This was Aurélien, after all. The man she'd been living with, laughing with, slowly getting to know.

"So," Aurélien said, his eyes twinkling over the menu, "tell me something I don't know about you yet."

Zuri laughed, the sound light and genuine. "That's a dangerous question, Tchouaméni. You sure you're ready for all my secrets?"

His answering grin sent a warmth spreading through her chest. "Try me," he challenged.

Zuri took a sip of her drink, considering. "Alright, here's one: I'm terrified of butterflies."

Aurélien's eyebrows shot up. "Butterflies? Really?"

She nodded, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "Something about the way they flutter. Freaks me out."

"Noted," Aurélien chuckled. "No butterfly gardens in our future."

The casual mention of their future sent a little thrill through Zuri. "Your turn," she said, deflecting. "What's something I don't know about you?"

Aurélien leaned back, his fingers toying with the stem of his glass. "I play the piano to calm down after a crazy day."

"I've noticed," Zuri admitted. "I've heard you playing sometimes. You're good."

A hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "I'm alright," he said, taking a sip of his mojito.

"Don't be modest," Zuri pressed. "How long have you been playing?"

"Since I was a kid," he replied. "My mother insisted. Said it would give me discipline."

Zuri could picture it – a young Aurélien, all gangly limbs and serious expression, bent over piano keys. "Did it?"

He shrugged, that effortlessly cool demeanor never faltering. "Maybe. Or maybe I just needed an excuse to sit still for a while."

Their conversation flowed easily, punctuated by the arrival of various sushi rolls. Zuri found herself leaning in, drawn by Aurélien's quiet charisma and the glimpses he was offering into his world.

"Okay, another secret," she said, popping a piece of sashimi into her mouth. "I can't whistle. At all."

Aurélien's laugh was low and warm. "Now that's tragic. How do you call for taxis?"

"I wave my arms like a lunatic," she deadpanned, making him laugh again.

Zuri felt herself relaxing more and more. This didn't feel like a dinner date with an almost stranger, an arranged fiancé. It felt… right. Natural. Like maybe, they were on the verge of something real.

After dinner, they made their way to Topgolf, the sprawling entertainment complex near Civitas Metropolitano. The night air was cool against Zuri's skin as they stepped out of the car, a stark contrast to the warmth she felt every time Aurélien's hand brushed against hers.

"Ever played before?" Aurélien asked as they were led to their bay.

Zuri shook her head. "Unless mini-golf counts?"

His answering grin was both amused and challenging. "Oh, we're going to have fun with this."

As Zuri took her first few swings, it became clear that golf was not her forte. Her shots went wide, barely making it past the first marker.

"Here," Aurélien said, stepping closer. "Let me show you."

He moved behind her, his chest pressed against her back as his hands came to rest on her hips. Zuri felt her breath catch in her throat.

"You want to rotate your hips like this," he murmured, guiding her through the motion. His breath was warm against her ear, and she could feel the solid presence of his body against hers.

As he adjusted her stance, Zuri became acutely aware of every point of contact between them. The warmth of his hands on her hips, the strength in his arms as he guided her swing, and… oh. The unmistakable pressure of his heavy crotch against her backside.

Ho-ly fuck, that cannot be all him, can it?

She swallowed hard, trying to focus on the golf ball and not the heat building low in her belly. "Like this?" she managed to ask, her voice sounding breathier than she intended.

"Perfect," Aurélien said, his voice low and intimate in a way that had nothing to do with golf instruction.

As she took her swing, the ball soaring further than any of her previous attempts, Zuri couldn't help but wonder if this was still just about getting to know each other. Because right now, with Aurélien's body pressed against hers, it felt like something much more.

Like he was trying to fuck.

Aurélien's hands lingered on her hips for a moment longer than necessary. When he finally stepped back, she felt the loss of his warmth acutely.

"Not bad," he said, his voice still low and intimate. "Want to try again?"

Zuri nodded, not trusting her voice. As she lined up her next shot, Aurélien moved close once more, his presence both comforting and electrifying.

"Remember," he murmured, his hands ghosting over her arms to adjust her grip, "it's all in the follow-through."

His proximity was intoxicating, making it hard for Zuri to focus on anything but the heat of his body and the subtle scent of his cologne.

After a few more attempts, each accompanied by Aurélien's "hands-on" guidance, he finally stepped back with a satisfied nod.

"Alright, ma belle," he said, his signature smirk playing on his lips as he reached for a club. "Step aside and let me show you how an expert works."

Zuri moved out of the way, grateful for the chance to catch her breath and calm her racing heart. As Aurélien took his stance, she couldn't help but admire the fluid grace of his movements, the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt.

He glanced back at her, that cocky grin still in place. "Watch and learn, ZuZu."

As he swung, the ball arced perfectly through the air, landing squarely in one of the furthest targets. Aurélien turned back to her, eyebrow raised in a silent challenge.

"Show off," Zuri teased, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach at the intensity of his gaze.

"Your turn," he said, holding out the club to her. "Let's see if my teaching methods stuck."

Zuri stepped up again to take her shot, she couldn't help but hope he'd offer some more of that hands-on instruction. This "getting to know you" date was quickly turning into something far more charged, and she found she didn't mind one bit.

Aurélien's cleats dug into the pristine turf of Ciudad Real Madrid Florentino Pérez as he ran drills with Camavinga. His body moved on autopilot, muscle memory taking over while his mind wandered back to last night at Topgolf.

Fuck, he thought, gritting his teeth as he remembered the feel of Zuri's body against his. What kind of masochist was he, putting himself through that torture? The memory of her warmth, the subtle scent of her perfume, the way she'd leaned into him… it had taken every ounce of his self-control not to do something stupid right there in the golf bay.

He'd spent half the night in a cold shower, desperately trying to cool off, only to be plagued by another vivid dream that left him aching and frustrated. Part of him argued that he shouldn't feel guilty - they were engaged, after all. But Aurélien didn't want his growing arousal to muddle the genuine feelings that were developing between them.

It hadn't all been sexual tension, though. He smiled, remembering their easy conversation, the way Zuri's laugh had made his chest tighten in the best way possible. It had been… nice. Really nice.

The shrill blast of Ancelotti's whistle cut through his thoughts, bringing practice to an abrupt halt.

"Tchouaméni!" the coach called out. "Communications department wants to see you."

A chorus of "Oooh" rose from his teammates, and Aurélien felt his stomach drop. Being summoned to Communications was like being sent to the headmaster's office - it usually meant you'd fucked up somehow. Had some compromising photos surfaced? But he hadn't been to any wild parties lately, hadn't done anything that could be considered scandalous.

With a resigned sigh, Aurélien jogged off the pitch, ignoring the curious glances from his teammates. As he made his way through the complex, his mind raced. What could they possibly want? He'd been careful, especially lately. Hell, his most risqué recent activity had been teaching his fiancée how to golf.

The walk to the Communications department felt longer than usual, each step heavy with apprehension. Whatever was waiting for him behind that door, Aurélien steeled himself to face it head-on. He just hoped it wouldn't derail the progress he'd been making with Zuri. After all, they had their families arriving soon, and the last thing he needed was some PR nightmare complicating things further.

Taking a deep breath, Aurélien knocked on the door, bracing himself for whatever was to come. He stepped into the Communications department, his heart racing as he saw his PR team seated around a table. The atmosphere was tense, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to drop.

"Aurélien, have a seat," his PR agent, Marco, said, gesturing to an empty chair.

As he sat down, Marco slid a glossy photo across the table. Aurélien's breath caught in his throat. It was him and Zuri from last night, caught in an intimate moment at Topgolf, his body pressed close to hers as he "helped" with her swing.

"The Daily Mail is releasing an article with these photos in about..." Marco glanced at his watch, "ten minutes."

Aurélien felt his sick to his stomsch. "Shit," he muttered.

The team quickly outlined their predicament. The original plan to introduce Zuri to the media was now shot to hell. The Communications team looked shocked when the arranged marriage was mentioned, but they quickly recovered.

"We suggest not revealing the engagement," one of them said. "For now, let's present this as a regular relationship. It'll keep the noise down."

Aurélien nodded, remembering all too well how crazy things could get when a footballer's love life became public. His last relationship had been a nightmare, the media frenzy ultimately contributing to its demise.

"Aurélien," Marco said, his voice serious, "you need to tell Zuri about this. Now."

Aurélien nodded, "I'll call her when I get home—"

"No," Marco cut him off, pointing at the clock. "The article drops in five minutes. She needs to know before then."

Aurélien sucked his teeth in frustration. "My phone's in my bag—"

Without a word, someone pushed a landline phone towards him.

"How do you know I even know her number by heart?" Aurélien protested weakly.

Marco smiled knowingly. "Because by the way you're looking at her in these photos, I know for a fact that you do."

Cursing under his breath in French, Aurélien dialed Zuri's number, praying she'd pick up. After three rings, her voice came through, sounding wary.

"Hello?"

"Hi, ma chérie," Aurélien said, acutely aware of the fond smiles his term of endearment was earning from the room.

"Aurél? Is everything okay?" Zuri's worry was palpable.

"Yeah, yeah, just some stuff..." he paused, wiping a hand down his face. "Zuzu, they found out about us."

There was a moment of silence on the other end. "What do you mean, 'found out'?"

Aurélien took a deep breath. "There are photos, from last night. The Daily Mail is publishing them in a few minutes. I wanted you to hear it from me first."

He could almost hear Zuri processing this information. "Okay," she said slowly. "What does this mean? For us, I mean?"

Aurélien glanced at Marco, who nodded encouragingly. "For now, we're just going to say we're dating. Nothing about the... the arrangement. Is that okay?"

Another pause. "Yeah, that's... that's fine. Aurél?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for telling me."

Aurélien responded softly, "Of course, ZuZu. We're in this together, remember?" He hung up and headed back to practice, his mind racing.

Post-practice, Aurélien stood in the locker room, staring at his phone. The screen was lit up with notifications - Instagram, Twitter, missed calls from his parents. He felt a headache coming on.

Jude and Camavinga approached, concern etched on their faces. "Everything alright, mate?" Jude asked.

Aurélien gave them a brief rundown of the situation. Camavinga clapped him on the shoulder. "It'll blow over, man. Just stick together and weather the storm."

As he drove home, Aurélien tried calling Zuri again using the hands-free system. When it went to voicemail, he left a message: "Hey, ZuZu. I'm on my way home now. I know this is a lot to process, but we'll figure it out together, okay? See you soon."

Arriving home, Aurélien was greeted by an excited Zeus but no Zuri. "Merde," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. Just then, his phone pinged with a notification - Zuri had posted on her Instagram story. He tapped it, realizing she must still be at the influencer event she'd mentioned earlier.

An hour later, Zuri finally walked through the door. Her face was a mix of emotions - worry, exhaustion, and something else Aurélien couldn't quite place.

"Hey," he said softly, approaching her. "You okay?"

Zuri nodded, then shook her head, then shrugged. "I don't know. It's... a lot."

They settled on the couch, talking through the events of the day. Aurélien explained what his PR team had said, and Zuri shared some of the reactions she'd seen online.

"It's weird," she admitted. "Suddenly everyone has an opinion."

Aurélien reached out, taking her hand. "Hey, what matters is what we think, okay? The rest is just noise."

They ordered Thai food for dinner and, in an attempt at normalcy, settled on the couch to watch "Emily in Paris" on Netflix. As Zuri curled into his side, Aurélien felt a strange mix of anxiety and contentment. Their world had shifted today, but at least they were facing it together.

Days after the news broke, Zuri found herself in a whirlwind of attention. Her phone buzzed constantly with notifications, her follower count skyrocketing overnight. The comments ranged from supportive to downright vicious:

"You two are so cute together! #CoupleGoals"

"Gold digger alert 🚨"

"Damn, Tchouaméni's got good taste 😍"

"She's not even that pretty. What does he see in her?"

Zuri was diligent about protecting her peace, not hesitating to block accounts that crossed the line. She refused to let strangers' opinions affect her mental health.

As she prepared for the Valladolid game at the Bernabéu, her first time attending a match there, Zuri felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Lila was in the Netherlands for the Dutch GP, leaving Zuri to navigate this new experience alone.

She dressed carefully - a simple white t-shirt under Aurélien's Real Madrid letterman jacket, his number prominently displayed. She'd added her own touch, applying silver glitter over his last name and number on the back. High-waisted jeans and Adidas Sambas completed the look.

For the first half, Zuri stayed in the VIP box, trying to calm her nerves. As halftime approached, she decided to venture out for some snacks. In the bustling concourse, she couldn't help but overhear whispers of "That's Tchoua's girl!" and feel the weight of curious glances. A lone security officer, undoubtedly arranged by Aurélien, shadowed her discreetly, ensuring her safety.

Armed with a plate of nachos and a newfound confidence, Zuri made her way closer to the pitch for the second half. Real Madrid was already dominating 2-0, and the atmosphere was electric.

The crowd's energy was infectious, and Zuri found herself swept up in it all. As the fans around her burst into a thunderous chant of "¡Hala Madrid y nada más!", Zuri clapped along, her phone out to capture the moment. The rhythmic stomping of feet and the sea of white jerseys created a spectacle she'd never experienced before.

When the final whistle blew, signaling a 3-0 victory for Real Madrid, the stadium erupted in jubilation.

As the players celebrated on the pitch, Aurélien's eyes scanned the crowd. When he spotted Zuri, his face lit up with a brilliant smile. Without hesitation, he jogged over, leaping up to pull himself over the barrier. In one fluid motion, he enveloped Zuri in a big hug, planting a kiss on her temple.

The crowd went wild, cameras flashing furiously to capture the moment. Zuri felt her cheeks warm, but she couldn't help the wide smile that spread across her face.

As Aurélien pulled back, his eyes were twinkling with joy and pride. He joined in with the fans, chanting "¡Hala Madrid!" with infectious enthusiasm. Leaning in close, he told her, "Meet me at the usual spot. We're going out to celebrate!"

Zuri nodded, still caught up in the excitement. As Aurélien jogged back to his teammates, she realized that this - the energy, the passion, the joy - was something she could definitely get used to.

Zuri made her way to the designated meeting spot, her heart still racing from the excitement of the game. When Aurélien appeared, freshly showered and dressed in a sleek tracksuit, her breath caught in her throat. He looked... incredible.

To her surprise, Aurélien reached for her hand as they walked out of the stadium together. Cameras clicked furiously, capturing them, while fans clamored for autographs. Aurélien signed a few, never letting go of Zuri's hand.

They ended up at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, the aroma of authentic Madrid street food filling the air.

"You've got to try this," Aurélien said, offering Zuri a bite of his chorizo sandwich.

Zuri took a bite, her eyes widening in delight. "Oh my god, that's amazing."

They sat close on a bench, their laughter mingling with the bustling sounds of the city. As they shared their food, Zuri found herself picking up a piece of patatas bravas.

"Here, try this," she said, holding it up to Aurélien's mouth. He leaned in, taking the bite, his eyes never leaving hers. The intimate gesture felt surprisingly natural.

"Delicious," he murmured, his voice low.

And then, it happened. Aurélien leaned in, his full lips meeting hers in a kiss that made Zuri's world stop spinning. His lips were perfect, soft yet commanding as he took the lead. He nipped at her bottom lip, sending a shiver down her spine. It was, without a doubt, the best kiss of her entire life. When they finally broke apart, Zuri felt dizzy, craving more.

She gazed at him with half-lidded eyes, a look that didn't go unnoticed by Aurélien.

"Finish your food, ZuZu," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're not ready for all of that yet."

Zuri felt a surge of defiance, her bratty side coming out. "What makes you so certain about that?" she challenged, arching an eyebrow.

Aurélien's eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm not going to repeat myself."

The authoritative tone in his voice sent a thrill through Zuri, a mix of arousal and intrigue that she definitely wanted to examine. Instead of broaching the subject further, she focused on finishing her food, leaning into Aurélien as they relaxed in the Madrid night.

One thing was for certain — kissing her had quickly become his new favorite pastime.

As they lounged on the couch after a long day of preparing the house for their families' arrival that weekend, Aurélien pulled her closer, his lips finding hers with ease. Her body was soft and pliable against his, and the warmth of her skin made it impossible to think about anything else but how good she felt in his arms. The taste of her was intoxicating, and every kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring every second.

Aurélien’s hands caressed her back, tracing small patterns as Zuri melted into him. She kissed him back with equal enthusiasm, her fingers sliding through his hair, tugging slightly at the nape of his neck. It was these little moments, these shared intimacies, that made him forget about the whirlwind of events that had brought them together. Whatever was going on between them didn’t need a label right now — he was reaping the benefits, and damn if he didn’t love every second of it.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered, "You taste too good."

Zuri giggled softly, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed up at him. "You make it sound like I’m some kind of dessert."

Aurélien smirked, trailing kisses down her neck. "Maybe you are. I can’t get enough."

They had spent the entire day getting the house ready for their upcoming ceremonies. Both of them had fittings earlier for the traditional Cameroonian/Bamileke wear they'd be donning throughout the four days of ceremonies and dinners. From the Nkap Nkong (Knock on the Door) to the Famla Meeting, the Nkwa (Dowry Negotiation), La Dot (Bride Price Ceremony), and finally the Ntchounke (Traditional Engagement Ceremony) — it was going to be an intense weekend. But at the moment, all Aurélien could think about was how Zuri looked in her traditional attire during the fitting, regal and beautiful.

The weight of the upcoming events hung over them, but Aurélien felt surprisingly calm about it all. As long as Zuri was by his side, he could handle whatever came their way.

“We’ve got a lot to get through this weekend," he murmured against her skin, "but after that, I’ve got to head to Paris for camp with the national team. You should come with me.”

Zuri’s eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of Paris. "Really?" she asked, her voice full of enthusiasm. "I love Paris!"

Aurélien chuckled, leaning back to look at her. "Yeah? Then you better brush up on your French. No more pretending you can understand me."

Zuri playfully swatted his arm. "I understand more than you think."

"Is that right?" he teased, pulling her closer. "Then how about you prove it when we’re there?"

She grinned, but just as she pulled away, Aurélien’s grip on her waist tightened, pulling her back into his lap.

"Stop being a tease, ma chérie," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with affection.

Zuri laughed, her cheeks flushing as she kissed him again, giving in to the moment. There were still so many things left undefined between them, but right now, that didn’t seem to matter. The connection they were building, day by day, was enough.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

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rukia-writes · 2 years ago

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Zeus x (fem) reader

A/N: Yes, I know we have an event but I wanted to write this while I had the inspiration for it. It was originally going to be about the first half of the story but i had another idea to add to it.

“Next!”

Mount Olympus was a buzz as it seemed like thousands were outside waiting to be seen for a position that was quite promising, baby sitting Zeus’ children. While it seemed like a mundane task the rewards were very promising, paid in gold every day, free meals and if need be a room at the palace all for them.

Zeus had just been crowned king of the cosmos and didn’t have time for babysitting, Athena didn’t count as she was already a full grown adult. A young Zeus had grown tired after quickly dismissing many candidates as they what Zeus described as,

“Too uptight.”

“Too greedy.”

“Too old.”

“Too young.”

“…I’m looking for a woman really.”

Zeus was very picky about who he wanted and so far no one seemed to meet the criteria, soon the sun had set and Zeus felt like he was no closer to getting someone for the job. However, the door opened and in walked a woman that seemed to check all of his boxes of he wanted.

“Hello, I’m here for the baby sitting-“

“You’re hired!”

The woman was perplexed as she wasn’t expecting answer today, and definitely wasn’t expecting Zeus to look her up and down.

“Um, aren’t you’d supposed to ask a few questions?”

“Huh? Oh, right. Sit down.”

Zeus gently pushed the woman down on a sofa with Zeus sitting across from her with a wide tooth grin. Zeus asked her name and when she told him Zeus proudly announced who he was and told her about the job.

“So, are you single?”

“…Yes, I am single.”

“Oh good, I ask that because my kids are very demanding and sometimes you may have to stay the night here. Is that a problem?”

“No, I’m fine with that.”

“Great! I’ll introduce you to the children!”

Zeus eagerly showed (Name) around the palace, from the many kitchens to the many bedrooms. Even hinting she could visit him anytime, if he was there. Finally, Zeus opened a rather large door with ease and inside were three children and in the middle was was a baby bassinet.

“Evening brats! I finally found you guys a baby sitter, introduce yourselves.”

“I’m Ares! Hi!”

Looking down, (Name) saw a small child with blonde hair and blue eyes with a small dimple in his chin. (Name) noted the bright smile he had and introduced herself as well, his small red cape was adorable too. Soon after, Apollo introduce himself kindly scooting a young Ares out the way making Ares pout.

“I’m Hermes! It’s nice to meet you.”

Everyone looked at the baby bassinet to see a infant Hermes sitting up, everyone seemed happy that Hermes introduced himself while (Name) found it weird that a baby was talking intelligently. Zeus added in, that Hermes was remarkably bright for his age and that he would also be the most trouble.

As time passed, (Name) became close with Zeus and his children as she watched them day by day. Ares liked to practice fight most days while Apollo liked to play his lyre with Hermes, and if Hermes was busy he liked to go hunting with his sister, Artemis. Zeus, was right, Hermes was the most trouble out of all Zeus’ trouble as he was everywhere.

Most infants couldn’t crawl, this wasn’t the case with Hermes as he was able to not only walk but run and he didn’t like to be in one place long. However, he would always arrive when (Name) called for him. Zeus was no where to be found, what he was doing (Name) wasn’t too sure.

Most mornings when (Name) slept over the previous night the children would wake her up, Hermes especially as his little hands would tap (Name) on her forehead. Some days, (Name) was able to get all the children into one place by taking them on trips throughout Valhalla. The bonding time was necessary for the children as they had fun throughout the day, however none of them knew it but Zeus was close by.

One day, (Name) couldn’t find Ares.

Panicking, (Name) looked everywhere in the palace for him. From the kitchen to the many great rooms they had with a sleeping baby Hermes strapped tightly to her chest, not phased by (Name)’s constant moving. Eventually, (Name) found him outside in the corner of the courtyard crying hunched over with his knees to his chest. Worried, (Name) comforted the young god while asking “What happened?”

(Name) tried to make out what he was saying as he sobbed between his sentences, piecing together that Ares had actually scraped his left knee and was bleeding a bit. Picking Ares up and carrying him in her arms, Ares asked (Name) not to tell his father as he didn’t want to seem weak.

Of course, (Name) promised Ares she wouldn’t tell but also told him that it was fine for boys to cry and that he wasn’t weak for crying. Comforted, Ares smiled while sniffling and told (Name) thank you. While carrying Zeus’ children in her arms, Zeus was nearby seeing the whole exchange finding it rather adorable as he had heart in his eyes.

His heart aflame.

“But it’s a great idea!”

“Absolutely not, (Name).”

While Zeus’ throne room (Name) had proposed the idea of having a little “play” of sorts, involving all Zeus’ brothers. Zeus immediately threw out the idea as he couldn’t see his brothers doing something so childish, even if it was for the kids.

“You should be more involved with your children, Zeus. It would make us both happy.”

Grumbling, Zeus knew (Name) was right and so he contacted his brothers.

“Well, I like it.”

A few days later all four brothers managed to make it Zeus’ palace, Hades found the idea cute, Poseidon had no comment, Adamas hated it and Zeus just wanted to see how this play out.

“So, you’ll do it?”

“Why do I have to be the troll? Tell your baby sitter I’m not doing this!”

“That’s what you’re upset about, Adamas?”

Hades asked as he found Adamas mad about his part and not the play in itself. Hades agreed to do it, which made the two brothers join in, Zeus was surprised they agreed to it but still he agreed to go along with it.

So, later that night just before all the children went to bed the four brothers agreed to do a play on a famous story that seemed to resonate with young gods. Hermes sat on (Name)’s lap with a smile on his face as Ares, Artemis,Apollo happily sat on the bottom in a chair of their own as their uncles performed their skit.

"Who's that tripping over my bridge?"

Adamas angrily asked as he was dressed in a troll costume, (Name) thought he played his part well and so did Hermes and Apollo as they made “ooo” noise with little smiles on their faces.

"Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat.”

Hades, while it was true he was the oldest of the brothers and should have went last there was a build up at the end and so Hades agreed to go first. Proceeding with the story with Hades telling Adamas to wait for the other goat to arrive while hiding behind the theatre curtain, then it was Poseidon’s turn.

“And just who's that tripping over my bridge?"

"… the second Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat.”

Poseidon was perfect but not as energetic as Hades which the kids noticed but they still liked his performance anyways, Proceeding with the story Poseidon told Adamas to wait for the last goat to come by not caring that he was supposed to stay in place until Adamas finished his line as he too hide behind the curtain with Hades.

It didn’t matter, as Zeus appeared making the kids cheer for their father.

“And so where your big brother.”

“There isn’t any hooves bigger than me, and I’m going to eat that grass.”

(Name) was a bit taken back as the two lines weren’t in the skit that she wrote down, the two were definitely improvising.

“Not if I eat you first!”

“Well, come and get it bitch.”

The kids all “ooo” with Hermes adding in, “He called you a bitch.” Mortified (Name) really didn’t approve of the improvisation but it was too late as the two had already charged at each other. Only for things to get worse as Zeus landed the punch on Adamas’ face, unfortunately Zeus thought he had punched Adamas rather soft only for Adamas to go through the roof and into the night sky with a twinkle sound echoing.

“Ooops.”

Zeus whispered as he didn’t intend to send his brother flying, the kids however loved it as they clapped their hands and cheered. Which Zeus played up to as the children crowded around him, Hades wondered if Adamas was okay as Poseidon simply asked (Name) where she wanted the costumes to go. Shocked (Name) simply told Poseidon where to put the costume, and from that day forward she never asked the Zeus or his brothers to perform a skit again.

Adamas, was found and was unhurt. However, Adamas was angrier at Zeus for an entire decade but Zeus would always say it was for the kids and they needed some action. Zeus apologized to (Name) actually to (Name) rather than his brother, however (Name) didnt accept it and told him to apologize to his brother.

Which Zeus did.

As the years passed, the children grew into their own. Each with their different personalities and yet all seemed to always cherish their baby sitter. The time was coming for (Name) to retire, which was a problem for Zeus as he wanted (Name) to stick around.

Fate could be funny and cruel.

“She did what?!”

“Hera, has seemed to cast down her baby to earth.”

Hermes, now a fully grown adult informed Zeus on what happened. Zeus, was surprised she did that and was informed that she did so because the baby had a deformity. Thinking to himself, Zeus didn’t know what to do about the situation until Hermes suggested that (Name) could take care of the baby and raise the baby in secrecy.

As a matter of fact, that is what happened.

Zeus and (Name) traveled to earth together, finding the baby crying and alone (Name) happily agreed to raise the baby. Zeus found the timing perfect, as he was able to spend more time with (Name) as he took the two back to Valhalla and helped to raise the baby in secrecy.

Whenever, Zeus visited Hephaestus always had a new invention. Two self moving stones statues that guarded the entrance and several golden maidens that served (Name) and helped him sometimes. Again, Zeus checked on how everything was going and while he was there he would give (Name) compliments and money for anything they needed for taking care of Hephaestus.

Again, Hephaestus grew up and was eventually granted access to mount Olympus. Zeus, found the event of Hera being tied up to the golden throne entertaining by Hephaestus but he needed (Name) to stay and so he asked (Name) to stay on Mount Olympus as he used Hephaestus as an excuse for (Name) to stay as Hephaestus didn’t accept Hera as his mother and that told everyone, when they asked, that (Name) was his mother and that Zeus was his father.

Zeus added in that he didn’t want to separate the two, but in truth he didn’t want (Name) to part from him. (Name) agreed to stay, making Zeus happy as he hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead and to make things even sweeter Zeus’ children also considered (Name) their mother, Whether (Name) liked it or not and would defend her from any harm.

The unspoken queen of the heavens.

🎊Rukia-Writes🎊

#shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #Zeus x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #record of ragnarok x reader

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chriscrosswallflower-blog · 9 months ago

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we're not brave, we're not soldiers - chapter 2

Percy Jackson could admit that he had many flaws; flaws that had gotten him in trouble time and time again. Today, it was his inability to say no to one Annabeth Chase.

“C’mon Perce, you of all people need to loosen up and blow off some steam. It’ll be fun!” The blonde needled. It was a little over a week since the Battle of Manhattan and the Hermes cabin was throwing a not-so-secret party that they had somehow found copious amounts of alcohol for. Almost every camper over the age of 12 was going and Chiron was either clueless or (more than likely) turning a blind eye to their antics.

It was the first time there had been a buzz of excitement in the camp since the battle, but Percy only felt dread at the thought of going. He had resisted for nearly two days before Annabeth started talking about how good it would be for the kids to have fun and relax. Percy had a habit of being a bit clueless, but he could read between the lines and behind Annabeth’s haunted eyes. She needed this, and she wanted him to be there.

What was he supposed to say to that?

At first, it was the heavy weight of grief and guilt that made the thought of acting happy around all of his friends unbearable, but by the time he arrived at the gathering deep within the woods near midnight, the crushing weight of sadness was substituted for a strange electricity pulsing under his skin. Percy couldn’t quite pinpoint the feeling, but tried to push it away.

Annabeth pulled him along, sitting them down by the campfire. The small clearing was crowded and wreaked of beer and vodka. The scent hit him like a slap in the face when Katie greeted them with two solo cups in her hand. It was all he could do to whisper no thank you as the buzzing underneath his skin became incessant and the roar of his friends' voices began to dim and morph into something else.

*Boy! Get over here and get me a beer!*

Percy jumped, looking around frantically. He could swear Gabe was right there .

*You stupid shit, useless!*

*Don’t you dare tell your mom or she’ll get it even worse.*

Percy’s breath shifted to a rapid staccato, muscles tensing all at once. He tried desperately to focus his blurry vision on something real, something in the now, but everything was hazy in the firelight. He reached out blindly and grabbed Annabeth’s hand, just barely registering the squeeze she gave. He turned to look at her but then her mouth was on his and the taste and scent of beer overcame his senses.

*This is all you’re good for, all you’ll ever be good for.*

*You’re better off dead, no one would miss you.*

*Fucking freak, get back here!*

He could tell that Annabeth was trying to talk to him, the slow movement of her lips giving away the slur in her words. He could only hear the dull roar of conversation, but tried to nod along. The electricity under his skin had intensified and now it felt as though he were burning alive. He was going to die, he just knew it and this fire would make its way through camp and take everyone with him. He had to get away, he had to….

Percy jumped violently when he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. He knew the person had likely placed it there gently but it felt like being struck by Zeus’ lightning bolt. He looked up to see a pair of blue eyes leveled at him.

“Percy, do you want to take a walk?” Will asked, squatting down in front of Percy so he could see him fully. It sounded like Will was calling out to him from underwater. The hero nodded, his breath coming in short heaves. Will helped him to his feet before Percy looked down.

“Annabeth?” He whispered, not wanting to leave her alone. He had to protect her, make sure the fire couldn’t get to her.

“She’s safe, Grover is here and we’ll be right back, okay?” Will said calmly, aching to reach out to the other boy but knowing it likely wouldn’t be welcomed. Will was a combat medic in a camp of teenage heroes. Even before the war he had seen panic attacks and PTSD (and had both himself), but after the war he dealt with it almost daily. This was an enemy he knew well.

The boys were barely out of earshot of the party before Percy’s world began to spin. Will carefully lowered him to the ground, but Percy was spiraling, his right hand absently hitting the ground in a desperate attempt to feel something real. Everything was wrong, he didn’t understand what was going on and hecouldn’tmakeit stop .

“Percy, if you can hear me, I need you to breathe with me, okay?” Will said, exaggerating his breaths and counted in for five, hold for five, out for five. Percy tried but the fire in his lungs intensified and he looked at the other boy in panic.

“I don’t….wha…what’s happ’n…?”

“You’re having a panic attack Percy. I know it’s terrifying, but it will pass, I promise. Can I touch you?” Will asked, holding out his hand. He waited until the other boy nodded before grabbing his hand and put it to his chest.

“In for one, two, three, four, five; hold for one, two, three, four, five; out for one, two, three, four, five. You can do it, breathe with me.” The blonde encouraged. Percy focused all of his strength on obeying, pushing at the walls of fire desperately.

Inforonetwo……outfor…two….five….

Infor onetwo t h r e e four five, hold for o n e, out for onetwothreefourfive……

In for onetwo, threefour, five, hold for onetwothreefourfive out for one, two, threefourfive….

It took several tries, but eventually Percy’s breathing evened out to something resembling normal and he felt his body go limp, as if he were a puppet who had his strings snipped.

Will let Percy’s hand drop from his chest, giving him a moment to collect himself before asking, “is this your first panic attack?”

“Uhh, I think so. I know…i’ve never felt that before.” Percy whispered, looking away as his cheeks burned in embarrassment.

“Do you know what caused it?”

“No.” Percy answered quickly, too quickly for Will to believe. The boys sat in silence for several minutes, both wondering how to make the situation better.

“You know, I used to have panic attacks every time I came to a party like this.” Will whispered, voice shaking just a bit. Percy’s eyes snapped to the boy, a silent question in his eyes. Will gave him a slight, sad grin.

“My mom was…or I guess is…an alcoholic. Our house always smelled like liquor and that smell…it just always sends me back. She just…she wasn’t… isn’t the best person.” Will’s arms wrapped around himself protectively, halfway wanting to swallow the words whole and play it off, but hesitating when Percy’s eyes light up in dark understanding.

“Was she…did she…?”

“Hurt me? Sometimes, but not often. Nothin’ I couldn’t handle. But she was mean as a snake when she got a drink in her. Eventually I just decided to stay at camp year round.” Will picked at his nails as he spoke, his accent creeping in subtley. Percy took the younger boy’s words in before gathering his courage and let the pain pour out.

“My first step-dad, Gabe, used to drink almost constantly. He saw me as some type of servant, and when I wasn’t quick enough or when he felt like it, he used me as a punching bag.” Percy said, a sarcastic laugh bubbling to the surface. Will scooted closer to the boy, looking at him with heartbreaking empathy.

“I’m so sorry Percy.”

“It’s not a big deal. It’s in the past and I have a shit-load of other trauma to worry about. I don’t know why this is even bothering me.”

“Because he turned your safe place, your home into a nightmare. You can’t escape the monsters when they’re at home.” Will said with a rueful smile. Percy’s posture slumped and he leaned heavily into the younger boy, not having the strength to pretend or hold himself up anymore.

“He said if I didn’t say anything he wouldn’t hurt my mom, but then he did it anyway. He was hurting her that whole time and I didn’t even realize.” The tears were silent and slow now as they ran down Percy’s cheeks.

“She didn’t deserve that, but neither did you.” Will said simply, letting the statement hang between them. Percy stayed quiet, almost falling asleep before a question emerged.

“You said you used to have panic attacks every time you came to one of these parties, so why do you still come?”

“I dunno really. At first, it was out of spite, wanting to gain control over my fear and prove it couldn’t hurt me. Eventually, I just kept coming to make sure everyone got home safe and laugh at their antics.”

Will paused for a minute before adding urgently, “and no, that’s not a healthy coping mechanism so don’t you go trying it!”

Percy laughed before stretching out his stiff legs. It seemed like every muscle in his body was sore.

“Do you still want to go back? You don’t have to, I can make sure Annabeth gets home safe.” Will said but Percy shook his head.

“Nah, I think it would make me feel worse if I didn’t make sure she got back okay, you know?” Will did, of course he did.

The boys walked back in companionable silence and laughed when they saw all of their friends drunkenly lazing around the fire. Percy did a quick sweep of the area, making sure everyone was okay.

“Hey, isn’t that Kayla and Austin? Aren’t they like 11 or 12?”

“Eleven. They told me if they could fight in a war they should be allowed to drink. I couldn’t argue with that but gave them a speech about underage drinking and told them they could only have two. I don’t think they listened to me.”

#will solace #percy jackson #pjo series #pjo #solangelo #percy and annabeth #percabeth #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #fanfic #fanfiction

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godsofhumanity · 1 year ago

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I meant hera and demeter sisterhood hcs loooool

oooohhh lmfaoo sorry haha, WHEW! i was worried someone read my hc and was like "yeah that's romantic".. ewww they are SISTERS in the sibling-sense.

so, Hera and Demeter are like two sides of the same coin to me.. Demeter physically looks like Rhea, but Hera has a lot of Rhea's personality.. so they kinda balance each other out. like, Rhea's whole character gets embodied between the two girls (im not talking about Hestia in this post haha).

anyways, this is important to me because, in my hc's, Rhea sticks around with Kronos for a REALLY long time before she finally puts her foot down.. and i mean, she goes through A LOT. similarly, Hera also sticks around with Zeus for a REALLY long time.. and unlike Rhea, Hera never gets to finally be free of her difficult husband.

now, naturally, i think Zeus and Kronos are on different levels, and there are reasons why i think it was necessary that Kronos x Rhea didn't last, but Zeus x Hera do, but i won't explore that here... my point is that i think Rhea has a hugeee heart, and was extremely forgiving (note: she's not a pushover, she doesn't love Kronos, but she forgives him for all the pain he causes her because she's just the bigger person)... and i think that's similar to Hera always opening her arms to Zeus every time he betrays her heart. Hera inherits Rhea's forgiving nature.

meanwhile, Demeter is wayyy more rigid. she doesn't stay on Olympus because she knows the absolute dogs many of the gods are on Olympus... and she hates the environment. she hates the debauchery, the competitiveness, the corruption. she saw it once, and she will never give Olympus another chance. that's why there's no question that Persephone will be raised away from Olympus... Demeter is unforgiving.

this is where the sisters balance each other out. Hera teaches Demeter to open her heart a little more, Demeter teaches Hera to stand up for herself and fight harder. in this way, both learn the right time to wage war and the right time to end it.

my classic example is the Persephone and Hades myth. we all know how pissed off Demeter was when she learnt of Hades and Zeus' secret arrangement.. in my version of events, after Persephone spends time in the Underworld and learns of a future where she could be a great goddess on her own, not under the shadow of Demeter, she decides to seize that opportunity (she does not love Hades at that time, she just has ambitions and wants to make the most of her godhood), however, when she learns that Demeter's gonna starve the world to death, she decides that she should go home because she doesn't want everyone else to suffer. in Olympus, Zeus, Demeter and Hades are all arguing about what should happen to Persephone, and Hera is the one who is like, "hey let's listen to what Persephone wants"... and by doing that, i think Hera helps Demeter to forgive not Hades, but Persephone.. she helps Demeter let go of her daughter and understand that Persephone isn't leaving her and isn't betraying her.. she kinda opens Demeter's heart up a little.. idk if i explained that properly.

anyways, my point is that Demeter and Hera help each other develop.

i imagine Demeter to be Hera's closest confidant in all the affairs that go down in Olympus. i like the idea of Demeter being the one who encourages Hera to put her foot down to Zeus, and i like the idea of Demeter being on Hera's side for all of those mini-(failed)-rebellions that we see Hera lead against Zeus in the myths. to be clear, i don't think Demeter encourages Hera to abuse Zeus' mistresses-- that's Hera's own thing. but i do think Demeter helps Hera to be a little tougher.

i think Hera spends the most time in Demeter's company, like on her farm... i think both women appreciate being away from the buzz of Olympus... i imagine that in their youth, when the second generation of titans and the Olympians were on good terms (i.e., before the punishment of Prometheus), Demeter and Hera would have gotten away from the busyness of Olympus by hiding out on Asteria's island (which was forbidden to all gods/men), and they would spend their time with the other girls; Hesione (Prometheus' wife), Metis (this would have been before her death), Asteria, Styx, Eos, Selene, etc., dancing, frolicking in the fields, making flower crowns, sparring, etc.

and then after the titans left Olympus when relationships broke down, Hera and Demeter were kind of the only ones left... that's how they started hanging around Demeter's farm instead of Asteria's island.

anyways. they are super tight and are essentially each other's best friend <33

#anon #anonymous #asks #hc

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A Most Willing Queen (Hades x Persephone)

Chapter 2 is now up. Let us all rejoice. It can be found here on AO3 but also on this post under the cut. Enjoy and all feedback/reblogs are very appreciated.

Content Warning - teen safe. Mention of bullying/trauma but still pretty light mood overall.

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Persephone had gotten pretty buzzed off the martini Hades gave her. Not drunk, but she worried that the nymphs or her mother might see it in her face. It was a nice buzz though, and made the music a bit more tolerable as her friend scolded her for wandering off.

“You know how your mother gets. If you want to wander off, at least take one of us with you!”

Persephone held back a sigh. Sometimes she did. And… well, sometimes she just wanted to be alone. Or to meet new people that her mother hadn’t picked for her.

Like Hades. She had to bite back a smile as she thought of his roguish grin. He wasn't the first person who'd looked at her with desire. But he was the first whose desire had drawn out a definite response from within. Cold as the Underworld was said to be, he looked like the type of person who'd be all too happy to keep her warm, especially since he had flames on his head. And his lips certainly had heated her, even if it'd just been the back of her hand.

His pick-up lines… yeah, they were cheesy, but he was trying, and at least he hadn't tried to impress her by being all boastful, or macho like a lot of men tended to be around attractive women. Plus, he'd listened to the feedback she gave him, which was more than could be said for some people.

She didn't know how she felt about him per se, but she could say that she found him interesting. And yes, attractive. Okay, okay, he was hot, Pun intended. She'd spend more time with him and see how things turned out. It certainly would be a refreshing break from her routine. Maybe there was something about the trope of good girls and bad guys…

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One disadvantage of being a friend of the God of the Dead was that there was no easy way to reach him. The other gods often liked to mock Hades and his dead realm, but Persephone sometimes wondered if it was just because they didn’t understand or were afraid of the place. Even if gods weren’t mere mortal humans, there were still a few things beyond even mighty Zeus’s understanding.

Toss an overprotective mother and gossipy nymphs into that mix, and it left Persephone wanting Hades's company more than she would have thought. And yes, the nymphs weren't supposed to gossip, but what else were they supposed to do? There was only so much active tending that nature needed, especially with Demeter's power to nourish the earth. So when Mom was away in this land or that, blessing the harvests, Persephone inevitably picked up some juicy stories, whether the nymphs intended her to hear them or not.

Hades was quite lean pickings, though. Jokes and insults about him were plenty, but Persephone could not recall hearing many stories of substance. Hades didn't go on heroic journeys to prove his godhood, grant a boon to some city or tribe, or bring some great innovation to humans. Unlike so many of the other gods, Hades had no grand temples built in his honor. Service to the God of the Dead was a lonely occupation.

“You be a good girl," she heard her mother say. "Ares and Athena are fighting, and their soldiers are just tearing up my fields to feed themselves! You see why I don't like to bring you to Olympus too much. The squabbles of the gods spill over all too often!"

“Yeah, Mom. Don't worry. I have my weaving and gardening," Persephone said. As soon as her mother was gone, the younger goddess wanted to spin around the house and run outside. Not that she was happy about the destruction of her mother's sacred fields, but at least it meant she'd have some freedom for a while.

After quickly peeking around, Persephone slid out of the house, darting into the forest that hugged the north side of her mother's sanctuary. She used her powers to shield herself from the nymphs as she ventured further into the woods. It was quiet, but not completely – there was the singing of birds, the rustle of leaves, and her footsteps. Mom never could seem to understand why Persephone liked being alone sometimes. The Goth phase she went through as a teenager had vexed Demeter greatly, but Persephone had eventually tired of the look.

She hadn't quite let go of her love of some of the Goth aesthetic, though. Bright and cheery colors and fresh flowers certainly could liven up any space, but sometimes she wanted things a little darker. It was more soothing on the eyes, at least for her. Wasn't variety supposed to be the spice of life, after all?

It seemed that her mother was determined to keep her life as bland as possible.

“Damn, you look pretty mopey there. I hope it’s not because of me,” she heard a voice. She gasped and spun around, seeing Hades sitting in a small clearing between the trees, black smoke swirling under and around him as they held him aloft.

“Hades!” she said, her voice quiet, but she was unable to hold back a note of joy. “No, no. Just… my mom being a mom, I guess. Um, how are you?”

“Much better now that I’m with you,” he said with a grin. She smiled back at that. “Are you still interested in more pick-up lines?” he asked.

“Haha! Yes, please.”

“Then pull up a seat.”

She needed no further invitation and made herself comfortable near him. He looked particularly delighted to see her. Not that she hadn't seen it in others. She was the Goddess of Spring, she was supposed to bring joy to other people. But there was something more profound in the way that Hades looked at her as if he was drinking up her presence but trying to not be obvious about it.

“I put a lot of effort into picking the best lines for you. So, here we go…" He cleared his throat, swiping his hand over his head and squaring his shoulders before looking down at her. "If you were a chicken, you'd be impeccable."

She giggled at that.

“If you were words on a page, you would be fine print.”

“Wouldn’t that make me hard to read?” she asked with a teasing smile. The corners of his lips quirked up almost imperceptibly.

“Life without you is like a broken pencil… pointless.”

“You make a fine point.”

He leaned in, enjoying the banter. She felt her heart thud in her chest and almost didn’t hear his next line. “Did the sun come out, or did you just smile at me?”

“If I can bring a little light to your life, I’m glad for it.” This time, she was the one who leaned in, or rather up, as she lifted her chin, looking at him. A few thick wisps of dark smoke curled loosely around her legs and waist.

“I was wondering if you had an extra heart because I just had mine stolen."

“Pretty bold to accuse me of theft,” she shot back gently, her eyes twinkling. He grinned as he leaned down further, and the smoke around her intensified, now curling around her arms.

“I’m learning about dates in history. Want to be one of them?”

“I imagine I’d be a lot more interesting than all these other dates you mention.”

“I would bet my kingdom on it. Though I'm afraid that'd be insulting to someone like you because no one else wants the Underworld."

“You sell yourself short. And so do your brothers. The Underworld serves a valuable function in the world.”

Even though her mother didn’t like to talk about Hades, she did acknowledge the importance of keeping life and death in balance.

“You don’t need to try to upsell me on this, babe. No one else wants it. It’s a dumping place for dead souls. That’s what I rule over, a dead-end.”

She reached out to touch his hand. He looked surprised, but quickly relaxed and placed his other hand on top of hers. “It can’t be easy, being you. Your house is dreary and depressing and no one wants to visit it, and when you do leave it, your brothers and others make fun of you and give you a hard time and then slap the term ‘brotherly affection’ or ‘Oh, I’m just kidding, you’re too sensitive!’ on the bullying they do to you.”

He stared at her for a moment, and she saw something raw and vulnerable in him, an exposed nerve that she’d unwittingly touched in her sincere attempt to be kind to him.

“Jeez. I came up here to see you and hopefully put a bit of light in my day and yours, and things got serious, fast. Baaaaaabe." He blinked and that vulnerability was gone, like a candle being blown out.

“I’m sorry!” She pulled her hand away from him, looking at him with a stricken expression. “I didn’t- I wasn’t- Hey, wait. You’re the one who brought up the Underworld in the first place-”

He squared his shoulders again, and she recognized the macho act he tried to keep up with the other gods. Somewhere between being kind of a douche, and being smarmy. She had to nip this in the bud, fast.

She grabbed his wrist, and he blinked and focused on her. “You don’t need to do that. Don’t try to act like you don’t have emotions. At least, around me. I’m sorry if I said anything that hurt you, it really wasn’t my intention.”

He scoffed quietly, looking away as if it meant nothing to him, but she saw through his act even as he spoke. “You didn’t hurt me,” he said with an almost defiant edge to his voice.

She let it slide, but she maintained her grip on his wrist. “If you don’t like how serious things got, then why don’t we just go back to what we were doing before? The fun banter and all that? How about it… tall, dark, and handsome?”

“You think I’m handsome?” Hades asked skeptically.

“Believe it or not.” She stared at him evenly. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she smiled. “So… are we still on for that date?”

“Date? What date? Oh.” He blinked and grinned. “You name the place and time.”

She paused, feeling a bit of panic creep in. What if she set up something, and then Mom wanted her help with something, or wanted to spend time with her daughter? She blinked and looked up at Hades.

“Is something the matter?” he asked. “Not having second thoughts, are you?”

“Oh Gaea, no! It’s my mom. She's strict about who I hang around with outside of the virgin goddesses or the nymphs. Kinda hard to jot down a date when you have a helicopter parent who monopolizes much of your schedule."

“No need to fret. You want this, and I want this, so we’ll make it happen, all right?” He looked down at the pale purple hand that was hooked around his wrist, and put his other hand on top of hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “The problem is, Demeter doesn’t have enough distractions, hm? So I’ll provide some.”

She could tell by his faint, devious grin that he had several things in mind already.

Some might see her behavior as teenage rebellion. But she’d gone past her teens a long time ago, regardless of how youthful she might look. Her mother might praise her for her maturity at times, but never for things that Persephone actually cared about.

“Thank you,” she said. He looked down at her with a wistful expression.

“It's been too long since anyone's thanked me for anything. I know I said it before, but you are a breath of fresh air. So I promise you a date you'll never forget, all right? Just let me take care of things, hmm?"

“Is there anything I should do?” Persephone asked. He lifted his hand, stroking his chin and staring off thoughtfully for a moment.

“Just bring your sweet self," Hades said with a slight purr to his voice. "If you want to pick something nice to wear, I know you'll rock the look, but as I'm sure you know, there are other things I enjoy about you." He punctuated this with a grin.

She laughed quietly and looked down shyly.

“Is that a blush I see?” Hades asked, and she could hear the curiosity and titillation in his voice. “Ohh.” His tone took on a softness she hadn’t imagined anyone was capable of, especially one such as Hades. “Am I making you blush?” he asked in that same soft tone that was having a much stronger effect on her than either of them could have imagined. She felt his finger under her chin, and she let him coax her face upwards.

“Persephone, you’re adorable. And believe me, I don’t mean that in the way you hear it from others. I mean, babe, this is so sweet you’re practically giving me diabetes here, but I mean that in the best way. If anyone’s going to make you blush like that, I’m glad it’s me. It puts a bit of warmth in my cold, dead heart.”

Her blush only deepened at that, and she found herself unable to break free of his gaze. His finger slid along her jaw, and she took in a slow, shuddering inhale.

If Persephone was aware that Hades was entertaining thoughts of kidnapping her, she would have had a hard time deciding if she wanted to stay or run. Without thinking, she reached up to touch his hand, feeling the warm flesh under the cool-toned skin.

Cold, dead heart. Yeah. After thousands of years ruling a place that no other god wanted and scorned by heaven and earth, no wonder Hades would describe himself like that. Her other hand reached out, and it was Hades's turn to become still, watching her and her actions. Her hand came to rest on his solar plexus, and she could feel the beat of his heart.

Well, his heart wasn’t quite dead. Nor was his flesh, if the warmth of his hand or lips were any indication. She drew her hand back.

“So. I’ll go home and pick something for the date, and you’ll come pick me up?” she asked. He blinked as if coming out of a trance before a slow smile came onto his lips.

“Count on it.”

o0o0o0o

Count on it. He’d said these words to her with a calm and collected expression, but inside, his heart was pounding, his pulse racing, his mouth dry. It was hard to not just pick her up and sweep her off, and coax her to put her hands on other parts of his body. He looked down at his hand and wrist. There was no visible discoloration on the skin, but Hades could almost imagine that he saw a soft glow where she had touched him.

The God of the Underworld was many centuries old, but right now he almost felt like a teenage boy, overwhelmed by the maelstrom of emotions that surged within as he watched her walk off. How easy it would be to reach out, extending his arm with smoke so that he could hook it around her and pull her back.

“No, no. You got this. Don’t blow this,” Hades whispered to himself. “She digs you. She thinks you’re funny and she wants to see you again. Patience, patience.”

I don’t want to be patient, damnit, Hades growled to himself. For too long he’d been lonely. For far too long he’d been relegated to life in the shadows. For far too fucking long he’d watched as others – god or mortal – made happy homes for themselves with loving and supportive partners who made even a shabby hovel seem like a mansion because of the warmth they provided.

For far too goddamn fucking long he ruled from a cold and lonely throne, hearing the wailing of human souls, going to an empty bed when he needed rest. No one to unload his sorrows upon, no one to laugh with, no one to offer him comfort on these long days and longer nights. Not that there were nights in the Underworld, but the point remained the same.

He sighed. Would Persephone even want to live in the Underworld with him?

“Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” he muttered to himself. He hadn’t even had a first date with her! Speaking of…

“Pain! Panic!" he growled, summoning his subordinates. He had a fair amount of demons and servants in the Underworld, but for some reason, he couldn't fathom, these two were near and dear to his heart, though no one – not even Pain or Panic themselves – would ever guess that. "I have some errands for you..."

#writing #strawberrycatbeans #villain gets the girl #fanfiction #hades #persephone #hades and persephone #hades x persephone #hades/persephone #disney's hades #disney hades

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spartanexperience · 2 months ago

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ANYWAY HERES WONDERWALL aka assorted Borethyia headcanons

- Orithyia's a hyperfocusing nerd. Once they get a heureka moment, she'll spend the whole night in their lab calculating alchemistical formulas, adding one magic substance after another to the potion brew. Sometimes, during thunderstorms, she'll climb up to the top of the mountain to hold up a metal pole, to gather energy from Zeus' lightning. How they're still alive is a miracle.

- She's like Basil of Baker Street in the sense that when failure happens, Orithyia gets absolutely depresso espresso and slumps down to their chair like "existence is a lie". Pride is their hubris, lord help them

- Boreas once came back from a 2-day trip of spreading snowstorms in Anatolia, and saw Orithyia STILL awake, furiously jotting down research notes despite having pulled 2 allnighters in a row. Needless to say he basically carried her on his shoulder like a bean bag to the bed like "YOU'RE GOING TO SLEEP N O W!!!!!" while Orithyia was squirming and screeching like a wet cat LMAO

- (He is already anxious that his beloved is a mortal who is probably kicking the bucket in 50 or less years. He doesnt want Orithyia to drop their lifespan down even more with reckless health choices)

- Boreas is a proud sapiosexual and wants to get railed silly every time he hears Orithyia call his windstorms a "thermodynamical atmospheric occurrence" (He's a bottom in my hcs. I saw his one episode of screentime in Spartan Experience and made the logical conclusion "yeah only a bottom talks like that" LMFAO)

- He is the Ancient Greek equivalent of a film/literature snob who consumes religiously Amphitheatre plays and poetry, and will rant to Orithyia for hours about how that one Oedipus adaptation in Corinth's theatre missed entirely the point of the tragedy, and that the manga was better. Orithyia's ears are only hearing VHS record buzz, but she's lovestruck every time to hear Boreas ramble about the stuff he is passionate about

- The two of them bicker like an old married couple. VERY OFTEN. Orethyia gets ticked by Boreas' pompous arrogance and Boreas gets ticked by Orethyia's sassy attitude. Tho deep down they both love the banter LMAO

- Boreas is a rather cold creature to hold - of course, being the god of winter and cold wind. However he's very soft and squishy, and Orithyia LOVES giving caresses to his chin, neck, etc. (sometimes by surprise, just to catch him off guard lmao) because his touchstarved ass melts entirely, and he enjoys resting his head in his nerdy human datemate's lap. When she starts playing with his whooshy hair, he combusts. He's a snobby prideful bitchass but that facade disappears entirely around Orithyia.

- Orithyia knows it and WILL tease him to hell and back about it. "Would you look at that... The ruthless north wind, helpless in a mere human's hands.... 😏😏😏💕💕💕" Boreas growls and mutters something about "Shut upppp...." but enjoys it. WAAAAY too much

- If she REALLY wants to go out on their way and rizz Boreas up, they start quoting poetry and plays that she memorized. Whispering it straight to Boreas' ear. "Pyramos, Pyramos, wherefore art thou??" Boreas lets out a whimper and blushes madly, closing his eyes in bliss. “Alas, the Love that falleth like a flood, / Strong-winged and transitory: / Why praise ye him? What beareth he of good / To man, or glory?” Boreas deflates like a balloon, is soft putty in her arms and probs wants to be fucked RIGHT NOW

- However he's aware that his touch is cold, and Orithyia can't possibly feel very comfortable while holding him. It makes him feel guilty - everything in his cloudy villa is freezing cold, and while he is VERY proud about his title as the cold, cruel North Wind, sometimes he wishes he could be like Hades or Apollo who radiate fire and warmth.

- One more reason why Orithyia wants to become immortal!! She wants to be able to fully cuddle up in Boreas' arms, without having to take a break every now and then to warm themselves up. (According to mythology, Orithyia later becomes the goddess of snow and mountain winds, but I don't wanna go to that route too easily in my Borethyia content. Plus I think Zeus doesn't hand out the God cards to mortals without a good enough reason LMAO so Orithyia def wants to first pursue with hard work all the ways they could be with Boreas eternally - either by reaching immortality or by becoming a hero and going to Elysium.)

- Insecurity is THE word when it comes to Boreas - he hides it behind his arrogant selfcentered attitude, but deep down he wonders often if Orithyia only likes him because they have not met anyone better yet. When she and Boreas met, Orithyia was the miserable, lonely housewife of the Athens politician, and they were only able to practice science in secrecy because their husband thought that a wife's place is at home. She fell in love with Boreas, the fascinating north wind that would swoop over Athens during winter to send windstorms - perfect for her secret meteorological research. But over time, Orithyia also came to love his snooty but adorably passionate and secretly soft, caring personality. However, what if they met other gods who were waaay nicer and easier persons to deal with?? Or gods forbid, an actual fellow human??

- He sometimes berates himself: WHY did he have to descend to Athens on that fateful day, when he spotted Orithyia reading about metrorology on their own balcony? If he had never gone to Athens, this would have never happened...and then, he feels another wave of guilt and self beration. What else was Boreas supposed to do, than save her away to the mountains? If he had never met her, they would still be with that cruel wretch of a husband!! He could never let that happen to his lovely Orithyia, who had so many dreams to pursue as a scientist.

- The best thing he could do, is to help her pursue the life of her dreams. Boreas actively tries to look for more scrolls, science equipment etc. that he can bring to Orithyia, during his travels around the Hellenic world. No matter if he will be soon left alone again once Orithyia dies inevitably, he wants her to at least have the best possible mortal life. Their happiness matters the most - to see that bright bucktoothed smile on her face.

- Orithyia, being the smart nerd that they are, notices what Boreas is doing and gods...their heart is so soft, grateful tears are in their eyes. They pull Boreas to deep passionate kisses, not caring how cold his lips feel against hers.

- Boreas is not the TOXIC kind of jealous boyfriend, but he can get possessive out of fear of abandonment, and glare at other gods who shoot looks at Orithyia. When he hears that Orithyia is gonna go and hang out with his other wind siblings to ask them about their powers, Boreas straight up starts manifesting a cranky hailstorm around him, and shoots menacing death glares at (a very confused) Zephyrus the whole time. Since he knows Zephyrus is a kind, gentle wind who's had many mortal and god partners, and is way more popular at Olympus. Orithyia notices, and snaps at Boreas about it, to stop being mean to his own little brother. Cue the two of them having an old fashioned couple fight, while Notus and Eurus watch with popcorn and play bets on who wins the argument SDJFJSKKS

- At least they can both agree that Sparta sucks

- (In my hcs, Boreas' father Astraeus aka Eos' first husband, was very close to his first son. But once the Titanomachy caused a rip in the fabric of the Aether, Astraeus decided to merge with the Chaos, to power up the starry space with his life force, so the world can keep existing. Basically, he sacrificed his own life. Out of all of Eos' children, Boreas was the most traumatized from losing his dad: death hits hard when you're immortal. So he isolates himself emotionally, and doesn’t let himself get attached to people. LET ALONE mortals. He stayed away when Eos romanced Tithonus and never warmed up to the mortal prince. And now, ARES of all people is trying to take Astraeus' place. So Boreas is pissed. He is the ruthless north wind anyway - it's his nature to destroy, not cherish. Let alone love!! Except oops, Eros pulled a pro gamer move on him and Orithyia)

- in contrast, Orithyia gets jealous and insecure easily too. She knows they're not a looker of a human - they're a scrawny little nerd with buckteeth and inexistent curves. Why would Boreas even look at their way?? Out of pity?? What exactly does he find so attractive in them? Orithyia often overachieves with their scientific research so they could impress Boreas and make him proud, even though the god of north wind already adores them more than anything. (Having a history of being in an abusive marriage with a husband who constantly belittled her doesn't help. Someone get the god of psychology, because these both need serious therapy JDJDKALLS)

- On a lighter note, Boreas may act like a pompous snob amongs the gods, but Orithyia pulls out his playful side. Occassionally, at the mountains, Orithyia catches him off guard by throwing a snowball at his back. Boreas grins evilly, and launches a whole ass barrage of snowballs that bury Orithyia into a snow pile LMFAO

- Remember the ending of Spartan Experience when Boreas was trapped inside a gigantic metal pipe? Yeah, once Herc yeeted his ass away, Orithyia found Boreas and spent several days in shenanigans trying to find ways to break their boyfriend free LMFAO (eventually they settled with melting the metal by using a red hot steel bar and caused a mountain fire by accident)

#🌪️🧮Borethyia #My headcanons #Boreas #Orethyia #Suggestive /#Ns//fw #Minors dni #Only a couple of these are freaky LMAO but gonna add the tags just in case anyway

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justabooknerdposts · 1 year ago

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In The Last Olympian, after they received the gifts, what do you think happened? how was percy and annabeth after he turned down immortality? I imagine them trying to talk to each other but always someone coming to talk to them. and when they get home with that moment they're leaving in the book

*This one focuses on Percy and Annabeth right after the Olympian Council rewards them**Still closed to new requests, just catching up**

The Olympian Council broke up shortly after Percy walked through the Cyclopes honor guard, which was fine with Annabeth. She was still dazed that she’d been named the official architect of Olympus, charged with redesigning the half-destroyed city. But even that had been temporarily overshadowed by the fact that Percy had just turned down Zeus’s offer of immortality and then turned to look at her.

She left the throne room as quickly as she could without being too obvious about it (she hoped). While she walked, her mind was buzzing. What exactly did she want to say?

So, you came back alive. I think I owe you a kiss.

War’s over. Prophecy’s over. And I think I owe you a kiss.

Look, I know it’s been a crazy long day, but I think I owe you a kiss.

Ugh, why was this so hard? Annabeth moistened her lips, then gave herself a mental shake. After everything else they’d done the last few days, this part shouldn’t feel so difficult. But quite frankly, she almost thought it’d be less intimidating to tangle with Kronos again. Or at least a few dracaenae and maybe a Hyberborean giant or two.

All of her, admittedly half-made, plans went immediately out of her head, though, when she found Percy waiting for her just outside the throne room doors.

“Hey,” she said, a little breathlessly.

“Hey.” He grinned. “How’re you feeling, official architect of Olympus?”

She gave a small laugh. “Honestly? A little overwhelmed. But excited. Plus, Apollo fixed my arm,” she demonstrated bending and straightening it, “so that’s good, too.”

“Definitely.” Percy took a deep breath, then moved fractionally closer to her, causing Annabeth’s heart to start racing. “So—”

“You are welcome about that arm.” A voice interrupted whatever Percy had been about to say. Apollo approached them, human-sized and beaming, dressed like a member of a boy band. “I will accept a burnt offering of the dessert of your choice.”

“Of course, Lord Apollo,” Annabeth said, trying to swallow back her disappointment at his terrible timing. “I really appreciate your help.”

“Obviously.” Apollo held up his hands. “Now, I’ve been working on a haiku—”

“Gee, Lord Apollo, we’d love to stay and listen,” Percy said, “but we’ve bothered all of you on Olympus for long enough. We’d better go.” He grabbed Annabeth’s hand and they walked quickly away before the god could start spouting poetry.

“Sorry about that,” Percy said as they started down the hill. He hadn’t let go of her hand, and Annabeth didn’t mind. “I don’t want to be rude and piss any of them off so soon, but I’ve heard Apollo recite before and—”

“You made the right call,” Annabeth said. Tentatively, she squeezed his hand. Percy shot her a nervous smile and returned the pressure.

Unfortunately, before they could continue their conversation, Percy spotted Hermes in a courtyard off the main road.

Percy glanced at her, then said, “I’ll meet you at the elevator.”

“You sure?” Annabeth asked. But the look on his face was equal parts determined and resigned. She also knew it probably wouldn’t be best for her to join him in talking to Hermes right now. Her heart squeezed thinking of Luke, but she wasn’t ready to focus on that. “Yeah, you’re sure.”

Annabeth squeezed his hand again, then let go before continuing to weave her way down through Olympus towards the elevator, making mental notes about various buildings as she did so, even while her fingers were still tingling from Percy’s hand in hers.

***

More unfortunately, they still didn’t get a chance to talk, even once Percy rejoined her at the elevator, smelling strangely like smoke. Once they reached the lobby, his mom and Paul were waiting for them, then Nico ran in to tell them that Rachel had absconded with Blackjack, and all of that took precedence. On the plus side, when Apollo appeared at Camp Half-Blood to anoint his new oracle, he didn’t seem to remember that Percy and Annabeth had run away from him on Olympus.

The rest of the day was hectic as campers returned from the city and both the wounded and the dead needed to be attended to.

Finally, though, as dinner approached, things began to calm down. An idea came to Annabeth and her tired brain ground back into action. After all, as she’d told Percy years ago, Athena always had a plan.

“Hey, Tyson, can you help me with something?”

#pjo #fanfic #percabeth #fanfiction #ff #writing #stories #percy jackson #pjo fanfiction #request

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thomasshelbydrabbles · 2 years ago

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Everything’s a Negotiation (Part 2/?)

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x OC

Warnings: series typical violence, language, sexual situations

Summary: Mackenzie receives multiple offers from the officers of the Shelby Brothers Company Limited.

Word Count: 3075

A/N: Here’s another bit. Let me know what you think and if you want added to the tag list.

Mac stood at the window overlooking the city. It had taken her a lot to get to where she was today, and she’d promised herself to never take her success for granted. She knew how easily it could all disappear. It was why when she’d briefly considered taking a personal day when she’d awoken with dry eyes, a rats nest for hair, and a headache that made her wish she were hungover, she’d forced herself into the shower and then to the office. Zeus laid on the couch on the opposite wall. The thought of leaving him at home this morning never crossed her mind.

The phone on her desk buzzed, and again, she wanted to ignore it. She had a clear calendar for most of the morning, but with a shake of her head she crossed to the desk and answered.

“You’ve got a walk-in, but he’s willing to wait or make an appointment if you don’t have time now.”

Mac pinched the bridge of her nose. “No, it’s alright. Send him in.”

Zeus perked up as he heard the knock on the door.

Thomas Shelby strode into the room wearing another three piece suit and peaked cap. Before she could utter a command, Zeus jumped from the couch, dashed to where he stood and jumped up, trying to lick Tommy’s face. Tommy scratched between his ears before uttering Sitz. In awe, she watched Zeus do as he was told.

“Looks like you’ve made a friend.”

“I’ve a way with animals,” he glanced up at her, mirth dancing in his eyes. “It’s the Gypsy in me.”

“Since I doubt Zeus is the reason you stopped by my office, what is it I can do for you, Mister Shelby.”

He took off his hat and gloves, shoving both into his coat pockets before glancing up at her.

“Tommy. After last night, I think we’re a bit past the formalities, eh?”

She blushed like a schoolgirl and hated herself a bit for it. What was it about this man?

“Very well, what can I do for you, Tommy?”

“I’ve come to discuss business.”

“I appreciate what you did for me last night, truly. Don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to Zeus. He would have shot him, too. That’s the only reason I called him off. He’s a good dog, don’t deserve to die from a bullet shot by a fucking cunt of a coward. Knew he wouldn’t kill me, right? No point in it. I’m the golden goose, and he was going to serve me right up. Use the gun to get me into his car, or mine - drive me right to you or some other nefarious type he’d made a deal with, maybe someone less inclined to be polite about it all.”

Mac heard the words streaming out of her mouth, felt her heart rate increase as they came out more rapidly. She couldn’t stop though, not the words, not the pace, not the frantic way her heart pounded in her chest, the way the air seemed too thin in the office, as though it was being sucked out and there was none left for her.

“Who kills a dog? But, he would have. And Zeus wouldn’t have let go, see, so you would have come inside and seen Zeus’ teeth still buried in Rodney’s arm, but he’d be dead, so he’d just be hanging there, maybe the force of the shot would have taken them both to the ground, but what would be the point because he’d be dead - ”

“Mackenzie!”

Warm hands on her cheeks startled her out of her spiral. When had he crossed the room? How had he closed the distance between them without her noticing? She felt his thumbs wipe the tears from her cheeks. God, she didn’t even know when she’d begun crying. Perhaps she should have taken that personal day. Distantly, she heard Zeus whine, felt his bulk leaning against her legs.

“Breathe with me, love,” Tommy’s voice was quiet, soothing. “Look at me.”

Blinking rapidly, Mac glanced up. Tommy took one of her hands in his, placed it against his chest. She could feel the finely woven material of his vest, the heat of him, the beating of his heart.

“That’s it. Listen to me voice and breathe when I do, right?”

She did as he instructed, felt his chest move in and out, forced hers to do the same.

“There’s a good girl, keep breathing with me.”

They could have been standing there for hours or minutes, but eventually she felt herself calm. Tommy’s hands slid around her back, pulling her all to willing body against his. His body was like a furnace, warm, safe. He held her as though he had nothing more important to do, as though he could stay in that moment forever.

She shook her head to clear the last of the fog from it. Taking a step back from him, feeling his warmth leave her, she bent down to sink her fingers into Zeus’ fur. What an idiot she must look like. Mac forced herself to stand firm, not to throw herself back into his arms.

“Thanks.”

He inclined his head.

“You wanted to discuss business, but I’ve already given you my answer.”

“I’m here to renegotiate.”

“My display last night and this morning might have given you the wrong impression about me, but Stronghold is a fairly successful security firm. Granted, I do rely a bit too heavily on digital security, which after last night I will need to reassess - thanks, by the way, for the new door. And sneaky of you slipping the new key on last night when you dropped me off.” Mac paused, tilted her head. “I know exactly why Rodney offered my services to you.”

She moved back to the window and pointed across the street. “See, if I ran that cafe down there, I doubt you would have been so keen to accept Rodney’s offer no matter how famous the Bakewell tarts are.”

He had that same damn smirk on his face as he leaned against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Me younger brother, Finn, he enjoys a Bakewell tart.”

Mac chuckled and shook her head. “I know what you do, Tommy. I know what type of business a man like you operates.”

“Ran a background check on me, eh?”

“As soon as you left the office, I pulled up everything I could find. You’re a dangerous man with an interesting portfolio of business.”

“Then you know exactly why I want your services.”

She crossed her arms. “That’s not what you wanted from me last night.”

Why had she said that?

Tommy crossed the room in quick steps. He braced his hands on the window on either side of her head, effectively boxing her in. She swallowed thickly as his cerulean eyes snared her again.

“I still want that, love. Been thinking about bendin’ you over that desk, flippin’ your skirt up and fuckin’ you. Wanna hear your voice shout me name as I make you come on my cock.”

“Oh.”

He chuckled darkly at her reply. Her mind was filled with nothing but white noise. Then she felt his nose along her neck, felt the faintest press of his lips to her skin.

“Smell bloody amazing.”

“Tommy - ”

He pulled back. She noted his dilated pupils, the way his breath wasn’t quite even. Knowing she affected him made her feel a bit smug, especially because he utterly destroyed her, kept her completely unbalanced.

“Work for me, Mackenzie.”

“You’re a liability.”

“I’m a businessman who could provide access to other businessmen with interestin’ portfolios.”

“I know something about those other businessmen. I run a security company, and you’re too big a risk. You’re just as likely to make friends as you are enemies. Some of your friends are, have been, and likely will be your enemies…again. I can’t take on your business and then take on the business of someone you’re doing work with because when one or both of you decides to go to war, I’m caught in the middle, knowing too much for either party to be completely comfortable.”

Mac took a breath and walked over to where Zeus had settled himself on the couch. Sitting next to him, she scratched behind his ears.

“I know that look,” she said, watching Tommy pull a cigarette from his pocket. “You’re going to assure me there won’t be a war, but I know that look in your eye. Man like you gets bored easily, so you like war because it keeps your mind occupied. Then you’ll tell me, or even better, you’ll promise me that I won’t be caught in the middle. Or that you’ll protect me. Use last night as an example of your expert protection skills.”

“Got me all figured out then ‘ave you?”

She smiled at him. “Wouldn’t be very good at my job if I didn’t have a decent start at it.”

“Go out with me.”

“What?”

It was like whiplash keeping up with this man. She’d always been good at solving puzzles, and filling in the missing pieces, but every time she thought Tommy would zig, he’d zag and she wasn’t prepared for it.

“Friday.”

“I haven’t said yes.”

Tommy rolled the unlit cigarette along his bottom lip. He pointed at her with it as he moved towards the door. One hand on the knob, he glanced at her from over his shoulder.

“I’ll pick you up at 8.”

Mac didn’t hear anything from any Shelby for the next twenty-four hours, and she allowed herself to believe she wasn’t a little disappointed about it. Not that Tommy had been too far from her mind. No. She continued to run various searches on the Shelby family and their known associates. Just as she’d suspected with her initial background run, he was a ruthless businessman in both his legal and less legal dealings. He’d been in business with Alfie Solomons, Darby Sabini - betrayed them both, gone back to work with Solomons. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she closed her laptop and pushed back from the desk. Standing at the window, she glanced down at the cafe. Maybe she could change her career. Reinvent herself and move back to the States, put the charm of London behind her.

With a sigh, she moved back to her desk. She wouldn’t leave; it would feel too much like giving up. The knock on her door caught her off guard. Looking down at the clock on her desk, she muttered a curse under her breath. So caught up in her wayward thoughts, she was completely unprepared for her two-o’clock appointment.

Smoothing down her skirt as she moved to the door, Mac reminded herself that she was a goddamned professional and opened the door with a bright smile on her face.

“Hi, please come in.”

Her two-o’clock smiled at her, and she swore there was something familiar about the look of his face, the cut of his suit. Shaking it off, she rounded her desk and took a seat at her desk. Opening her laptop as he situated him across from her, she quickly glanced through the notes she’d prepared for this meeting.

“Hi, Mr. Gray. Welcome to Stronghold. Can I offer you a coffee or tea before we get started?”

There. She could be a professional.

He flashed a smile at her and she had to blink to dissipate the overlay of Tommy’s face that came to her mind. Maybe she should have let him fuck her over her desk, then she get him out of her system. She frowned at the thought, not sure she wanted him completely out of her system. Focus. Damnit.

“Tea would be lovely, thanks. And please, call me Michael.”

Pressing the intercom on her phone, she waited for Katie to answer.

“Yes, Miss Theil?”

“Hi Katie, can I please get a cup of tea for Mr. Gray and I could use another coffee while you’re at it, thanks.”

“Be right in with that.”

Mac pulled a notebook and pen in front of her and looked up at her potential client.

“While we wait, Michael, why don’t you tell me a bit about the company, the needs, and any budgetary concerns you might have. We personalize all of our services here to best meet the needs of each client we sign on.”

“‘Course.” He pulled a file from his briefcase and handed it to her.

Taking it from him, Mac felt her eyes grow comically wide as she took in the company name in bold font on the front page. Glancing up at Michael Gray, she noted a familiar grin tucked into the corner of his mouth.

Before she could say anything, Katie came in with their drinks. She forced a smile as her assistant placed a fresh mug of coffee on her desk, and - not for the first time this week - she wished she kept a bottle of something strong in her desk. When the door clicked closed, she pushed away from the desk and stood to her feet.

“I’ve already given Mister Shelby my answer.”

“Didn’t even read the offer.”

Lips pursed, she glanced at him. He hadn’t moved, and from the way he’d settled himself into the chair, he had no intention to leave.

“Gray your actual last name, or did you make it up to get an appointment?”

A full grin split his face. “Why would I lie about me name?”

“You’re a Shelby.”

“Cousin.”

“Ah.”

“Hear me out, alright? Before you throw me out on my arse.”

She felt her shoulders slump. If she asked him to leave now, she had a strong feeling that he’d be back. Or one of the other brothers, or another cousin. Given what she’d learned about the family, it wouldn’t at all surprise her if Tommy filled her entire schedule with brothers, cousins, friends until she capitulated. She sat back down.

“Outlined in there,” Michael gestured towards the folder. “Is a business offer that would have any other security firm creamin’ their pants to sign. As you might have gathered, Tommy’s not used to havin’ someone tell ‘im no.”

“Being told no is character building.”

Michael laughed. “See why he likes you.”

Mac took a gulp of her coffee, pretended it didn’t scald her. Fuck, it was hot.

“I understand you have some reservations about our business operations and the impact it would have on your firm’s reputation and current client base.”

It was Mac’s turn to smirk. “Ah. You’re the good cop.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“The brothers came into my office like a deleted scene from The Godfather and when that didn’t work, they send in their consigliare to make nice. Deal of this size would take approval from all the officers, and the CFO - ” she looked at him meaningfully. “Would likely have the most to say given the financial impacts.”

“Fuck Tommy, I like you, Miss Theil.”

“Mac.”

Her correction was automatic, and even as she said it, she remained unsure as to why she’d invited him to address her so informally. Never one to stand on ceremony, she often had people address her by her first name. Katie insisted on Miss Theil because it sounded more professional. Rubbish, but it made Katie happy, so she’d stopped fighting that battle months ago.

“I’ll be honest, Mac. I didn’t want this deal. When Tommy first brought it to me, I thought he was mad or drunk. We don’t take payment like that, especially not from women. Rodney Bouchard’s a fuckin’ cunt. It would be stupid to have the company further involved with his family, right? Then, I looked into your company. You’ve an impressive background for an American.”

Mac flipped him off.

Michael laughed.

“Oh my god,” Mac exclaimed, dropping her hand.

“That was fuckin’ brilliant, sweetheart, don’t be apologizin’.”

“It was unprofessional.”

Michael stopped laughing, looked at her with the most serious look she’d seen on his face since he’d walked through her door.

“It was honest.”

She nodded.

“Look at page five.”

Flipping through the pages, she stopped on page five and read through the impressive listing of businesses and holdings.

“Now, page ten.”

The number on the page had to be a joke. No way anyone would pay that for what her company did.

“You’re insane.”

“We pay a good price for a good product.”

“Fuck.”

“Should be enough to cover any concerns you might have about doin’ business with Shelby Brothers Limited.”

“It’s not what’s listed that I have concerns about.”

“We’d only expect you to work with the businesses listed.”

Mac nodded. “Just me knowing you have business that aren’t listed is a security risk, something easily exploitable by…competitors.”

“For what we’d pay you,” Michael said with a wink. “We’d expect you to sort all that out before it became a problem.”

“I’m not fucking omniscient.”

“I’ve a second proposal prepared for you, one that lists all of the Company’s assets complete with a new number adjusted for the increase in workload.”

“What you already gave me would require a dedicated team, full time.”

Michael raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t do exclusive contracts.”

Michael pulled the second contract from his briefcase and slid it across her desk. Mac glared down at it as though she could light it on fire with her eyes.

“Look it over. I understand why you have reservations ‘bout working for us, but Tommy takes the safety of his employees seriously. He’d protect you.”

Mac chuckled. “There it is.”

“Wot?”

“Told Tommy not two days ago that he’d make some sort of offer about protecting me.” Mac paused. “There it is.”

“We make better friends than we do enemies.”

Mac narrowed her eyes. “Are you threatening me?”

“Absolutely not. Tommy’d bloody well hang me by me balls if I did. What I’m sayin’ is our enemies know how powerful we are. You’d be safe.”

Flashes of the Rodney holding a gun to Zeus’ head flashed behind her eyes. They couldn't even properly protect her from her own family. No. This was madness. Nothing good would come from taking either of the offers on her desk, no matter how tempting they were.

“Think about it, Mac.”

Michael stood from the chair and headed for the door. He paused, glanced over his shoulder with a smirk on his face. “Enjoy your date with Tommy.”

“Fuck me.”

Part 3

Master List

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rukia-writes · 2 years ago

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Hades x young!(fem) reader

Plot: Poseidon and his mermaid daughter🎀 Now meet Hades and his newfound (psychic) daughter.

Fluff

Warnings: Please read Record of Ragnarok up to chapter 62 before reading. MAJOR spoilers in this.

“This must be a joke. They kicked you out Valhalla?”

“Yes, I was told to give you this.”

At the entrance to Helheim, Hades and a young girl were talking innocently as Cerberus watched the girl closely not trusting this newfound girl that was just kicked out Valhalla. The king of Helheim read the paper that the girl gave him with skepticism but sure enough it was his younger brother’s handwriting, condemning the young girl to remain in Helheim forever.

Hades had seen his fair share of monsters and titans but this was new to the king of the underworld as he looked from the paper to the little girl back to the paper.

“Why were you kicked out of Valhalla?”

“Well, I have the power to see auras. Therefore, seeing people’s personalities and I said something that offended Poseidon.”

That would do it.

“What did you say to Poseidon?”

“I told him his aura was nice but a bit cold and that he should smile more. Also, told Zeus that his aura was …lame. Boring.”

“…To his face?”

“Yeah. So they kicked me out.”

“I also told-“

Hades listened to the young girl’s story how she made every god except Hercules and Ares upset with her accurate readings. That, was the sole reason the gods didn’t want her there anymore. Hades figured that the gods didn’t like a little girl who read their personalities accurately, especially the bad parts.

“Well, welcome to Helheim. I could use some help around here. Maybe we can help control those powers of yours.”

“You have nice aura by the way. You love your brothers.”

Hades wasn’t expecting a reading from the young girl but he welcomed it as he lead the young girl through Helheim. In time, Hades found the young girl to be intriguing as she told Hades all of the gods “auras”, telling the good and the bad parts.

Hades didn’t mind it all. On the contrary, he found (Name)’s power quite amusing. Not only could she read people but she could talk to animals too, including Cerberus.

Before long, the demons and titans didn’t see Hades without (Name). Hades was rather protective of her as he didn’t like that the gods kicked her out of Valhalla. Then again, he was grateful because he found her presence comforting. Even when Zeus would check to see how (Name) was doing, Hades always stuck up for her and wouldn’t tolerate any disrespect.

“Hey, Hades. I’m going to visit the Fates again.”

“Sure. Take Cerberus with you when you go.”

“…I took him last time.”

“Fair enough. Take Adamantine with you.”

“But I don’t need him.”

“AND I DONT WANT TO TAKE HER!”

Events like this became the normal in Helheim.

Hades was talking with Hermes on his cellphone in his palace. (Name) felt it wasn’t necessary for Adamas, rather Adamantine, to go with her. However, Hades didn’t want her to go alone and so he placed his phone down on the table infront of him and the two went back and forth. Adamas was leaving as he didn’t want to part of it until he heard Hades sigh and mutter “Fine, I’ll go.”

Adamas looked at his brother with disbelief as he ended the phone call with Hermes and told Adamas that he was in charge of Helheim until he returned. Adamas was fine with this exchange and the two were off, Hades did notice (Name) was a little pouty that she couldn’t go by herself but Hades just found it amusing all the same.

Hades and the young (Name) were close as Hades gave her a room for her to sleep in and helped manage her words whenever she read somebody’s aura. Knocking on her bedroom door Hades hears her say “come in”, walking in her room he wasn’t expecting to see her on her bed meditating while Hades estimated fifty or so fireflies buzzing about. Hades didn’t even think fireflies could come to Helheim, his surprised expression turned calm as he placed a cup of tea on her table beside her.

“I made you tea, should I make tea for your friends too?”

“No thanks, but thank you for the tea. They tell me Athena and Poseidon are fighting in human world.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, don’t talk to them too long. Cerberus needs to go for a walk I’m sure.”

Hades heard (Name) sigh as it was always chore for her to do, regardless (Name) did so. Hades was a busy a god so he liked the help but he was protective over too.

“Also, Adamantine is going with you.”

“Just to walk Cerberus?!”

“That’s what I said. But hurry back dinner will be ready soon.”

With that, Hades left and (Name) finished her tea only to leave and finish her chore. Adamas was nearby with his arms crossed that he had to watch a psychic youngster.

“Hurry up, already. I have more important things to do than watch a brat. If Hades wants to be a dad he should just adopt you already. It’s been like a hundred years.”

“Fifty actually, and I get that aura from him too.”

“Well, hurry up already.”

(Name) was a bit nervous and asked Adamas how to go about it, only for Adamas to say “Just ask.” While it was short and blunt but it was the words (Name) needed to hear.

Later that day, Hades was at his desk talking on the phone to Zeus. Hades only stopped when he saw Adamas walk in with his usual scowl on his face, Hades was a bit weirded out as Adamas just stood there for awhile until he scooted over to left and there was (Name) hiding something behind her back.

Hades motioned for her to come forward as he continued talking to his younger brother, sliding a piece of paper on Hades desk, the king of the underworld looked at the paper and read a simple sentence “Would like to be my dad? Your aura says you would like to be so.”

Hades was at lost for words as he looked up to see (Name) hiding behind Adamas again, Hades knew she was hiding behind Adamas because she was nervous. Especially, after being rejected from Valhalla. Wherever Adamas scooted to (Name) followed him only making Adamas angry.

However, this wouldn’t last long as Hades kindly pushed Adamas aside and patted the top of (Name)’s head. Strangely enough, Hades didn’t say anything and (Name) didn’t say anything.

They knew.

Was Adamas crying tears of happiness? Perhaps.

Years later, The Ragnarok was currently happening and in the Greek gods room a familiar goddess was sitting where Ares once sat with her father. (Name) was a bit taller and older now, both were watching the sixth round as Ares had just learned from Hermes that Hades had adopted (Name). Zeus had come to like (Name) over the years where he once wasn’t too fond of the young goddess, now he had reversed the decision and (Name) was allowed to come back to Valhalla.

However, (Name) stayed in Helheim with Hades.

Hades was watching the fight closely but he would easedrop on the conversation between (Name) and Ares. Ares seemed rather interested in talking with (Name) and the two seemed to get along as she would sometimes tell Ares what happened in the sixth match.

Hades was watching the sixth match but when (Name) tugged on his coat to get his attention, Hades leaned down sideways to hear what (Name) had to say. Hades wasn’t disappointed as he chuckled a bit before giving Ares a quick look before watching the match again. Ares was none the wiser but Hermes was curious as to what (Name) told Hades.

Hades wouldn’t never tell it, but (Name) informed her father that Ares had very nice aura, he did want to impress his brother Hermes it seemed. Along with, Ares struggling with a very personal problem.

Hades would never tell, but he wouldn’t guess that Ares liked a dominant partner to put it lightly.

Hades daughter had an interesting power, indeed.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

#Hades x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader

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theaveragepsychoticbitch · 3 years ago

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aaaaaaa if you’re comfortable hihi sub! OMG YOU MADE MY DAY SO MUCH THANK YOUUU

Coming right up<3

AFAB!Sub!Reader x Dom!Poseidon

⚠️Content warning for⚠️: Dacryphilia, size kink, oral (receiving), fingering (receiving)

(I have no fucking idea how to write size kink so I'm doing my best here)

An Ocean Between Your Legs

Once, when Poseidon caught you crying, he'd said, "Crying is a sign of weakness. Is my wife someone who would be weak in the face of a few insults?"

You would never, of course, otherwise this relationship would never have worked out. But was it still weakness when it happened the face of euphoria?

"Poseidon- My Lord- Please, have mercy..." Laying on your back, your hands gripped at the sheets as your legs squeezed tight around his head, hips thrusting upwards to meet his tongue halfway. Your choked gasps and cries for a break filled the room, covering the sound of his tongue's quick movements in and out of your hole.

It was all Hades' and Aphrodite's fault; under the guise of a meeting, Zeus had called the gods together to drink and party. And those two just had to get drunk and start insulting Poseidon's head-game.

"I bet he doesn't even know where the clit is!"

"You really think Poseidon of all people would give head in the first place?"

You had laughed it off, but Poseidon obviously didn't think it was so funny. It was true he didn't go down all that often, but when he did, you saw stars.

"Oh fuck, fuck me fuck me fuck, Poseidon!" It wasn't your first orgasm of the night, but it may have been the best. You don't know exactly what he did with his tongue just now, but gods did it send you over the edge. Your legs kept his face to your cunt as you came, back arching off the bed and eyes rolling back. Tears, fat, hot and salty, rolled down your face to stain the bed below.

When you finally relaxed, your breaths came in large, slow gasps. Your clit buzzed with sensitivity and your legs trembled, occasionally coming close enough to add fleeting pressure to the well-used spot. You hadn't even realized Poseidon had finally brought himself up from between your legs until you felt his breath on your lips.

He looked every bit as enchanting as the first day you laid eyes on him- no, more. His face glistened in the light, covered in your arousal, pupils blown large enough to take up the entire iris. Hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and his breathing, though quieter, was just as labored as yours.

Your breath caught when you realized you were trapped in his arms. On all sides of you, there he was, big enough to swallow your form with his. The warmth from his body made you hot in a way that sent another another wave arousal from your cunt, further soaking the sheets. One large hand cupped your face, swiping away a tear with its thumb. He brought it to his lips and tasted it, never taking his eyes off yours.

"Why do you cry?" It wasn't a question born of concern; no, rather, he asked out of sadism and pride. He wanted to see the way you blushed and squirmed when you told him that's just how good he made you feel.

A breathy chuckle, then, "I guess I'm just that weak for you."

The look he gave you alone made you moan, loud and shameless, right in his ear.

Fuck. It was all the young god could think.

"Just like that..." The way he said it, so close to a moan, "Keep being weak for me. I love it."

You could've came off those words alone; though the feeling they brought was greater than any orgasm you've experienced. He remained hovering over you, one elbow holding him up while his other hand reached down to your cunt. Three thick fingers, all at once, were shoved inside you as his thumb teased your clit just the way you liked. Embarrassment burned your face red as you yelled and gasped directly under his gaze, tears running hot down your face to stain the pillow bellow. Eyes cold as winter and blue as the ocean watched your expression change with an attentiveness unique to the gods, following each tear trail diligently, admiring the way your eyes rolled back and your moans became nothing more than breathy gasps as you got closer to the edge.

"My Lord, fuck, please-"

"Please what? Use your words."

The most you could manage was random babble. You felt so full from only a few fingers- you couldn't catch your breath. With the way he stared at you, so calm while you were falling apart time and time again, ever strong and firm and intimidating and big...

You glanced down, watching the way his hands stretched and rubbed you. You didn't know when he'd taken his dick out, but there it was, large and hard.

A single bead of precum leaked from the head, dripping down to land on your stomach.

It was too much. It was far too much.

You screamed as you came, and someone in the background of your euphoria, you could hear Poseidon's pleased humming. Your body went rigid, and then relaxed back into the bed. You could hear the wet sounds made as he removed his fingers from your hole, gasping as the cold air hit.

He used his tongue to clean his fingers off, laying beside you and pulling you into his arms. Exhaustion from such intense orgasms quickly pulled you under, and you fell asleep with the sound of his heartbeat in your ear.

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A/N: It's way too easy to make ocean jokes with AFAB reader I need to put my phone down shdjdksh. And damn do I say "breath" "breathing" "breathy" a lot like damn I get it he intakes air.

Sorry if this is rushed I hate making people wait. That being said, I'm going the fuck to sleep. As usual, tell me if I made any grammar mistakes.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #poseidon ror #poseidon snv #poseidon x reader #snv smut #the psychotics writing

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snelbz · 3 years ago

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Tempting the Fates {Chapter 1}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

A/N: Fun fact about this one, y’all. I wrote the first chapter over 3 years ago and it was for a completely different story. This one has evolved on it's own and Tara and I are so excited to finally share it with you.

Word Count: 3493

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

Tempting the Fates Masterlist

Shelby’s Masterlist

Tara’s Masterlist

Zeus

– King of the gods and ruler of Mount Olympus; god of the sky, lightning, thunder and law.

The waves lapped against the sand as Aelin sighed. Strong hands rubbed the muscles in her back and worked out the kinks in her neck as the warm sun heated her body. The smell of the salt water filled her senses and she settled into the cushioned chaise. Another set of hands set a fruity looking drink with a little pink umbrella on the table next to her head. She smiled at it.

“Can we get you anything else, miss?”

Aelin opened her mouth to tell them exactly what they could do to her.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Aelin’s eyes snapped open and she glared at her phone, chiming at her to get up.

She groaned, reaching for the offending device and silenced it, pulling her pillow over her head. She began to doze back off when her bedroom door flew open, smacking into the dresser on the wall behind it. She sat bolt upright and found her roommate leaning against the doorframe, a bowl of cereal in her hands and a gleam of mischief in her emerald eyes.

“Rise and shine, princess,” Lysandra drawled. Aelin just continued to scowl at her roommate. The bright warmth of the sun in her dream faded away as she looked out the window. Ice coated it and she could see a fresh layer of snow coated everything. “Aedion is about to be up, too. If you’d like any chance of taking a warm shower before class today, I’d suggest-.”

She was up and in the hallway before Lysandra could even finish her sentence.

Thirty minutes later, she sat on the kitchen counter, hair wrapped up in a towel, eating an apple and going over her schedule for the thousandth time. Her four classes were split into two days each, mercifully giving her Friday off.

Her cousin, long golden hair tied into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, came into the kitchen, pulling the jug of milk out of the fridge. He leaned on the counter across from her and drank straight from the plastic bottle, glaring daggers at her.

“Can I help you with something,” she asked him sweetly.

“You used the last of the hot water,” Aedion sulked, taking another swig.

She looked over, blowing him a quick kiss. “Maybe you should have gotten up earlier.”

He rolled his eyes, identical to her own, and came over to look at her computer screen. “What classes do you have this semester?”

She scrolled down the list, reading them off. “Pathophysiology, Caring for the Childbearing Family, Health and Gerontology, a few labs, and Mythology.”

Aedion’s eyebrows pulled together as she read the last one. “That doesn’t seem like it will be very helpful to a nurse.”

She shrugged, closing the laptop and sliding off the counter. “I needed one last elective. I’ve always been interested in Greek and Roman mythology and it’s a freshman level class. I figured why not study something for fun for once?”

He couldn’t fault her logic and began pulling ingredients out of the fridge to cook breakfast as Aelin headed back towards her bedroom. “Whatever you’re cooking, make two,” she called over her shoulder. She didn’t even need to look back to know the obscene gesture being flicked in her direction.

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Aelin was regretting studying something fun for once as she looked at the map of her classes.

All of her classes, save for one, were in the nursing building. Of course, that one other class was all the way across campus, in one of the general education buildings. At least walking there would take her right past her favorite coffee shop on campus and with an eight am every Tuesday and Thursday morning, she knew she’d take full advantage of that.

Thankfully today was a Monday, so she’d be spending the entirety of her day in the nursing building. But first, she had to have coffee. The first day of the semester required coffee.

Aelin parked in one of the student lots close to the nursing building. Throwing her leather bag over her shoulder, she slammed her car door. It was absolutely freezing and she suppressed a growl as she saw soft white flakes drifting toward the ground.

What a great way to start off the semester, she thought.

She made her way across campus, hands deep in her pockets and face buried in her scarf. As she crossed the quad, she pulled her phone out to check the time. She still had about twenty minutes to get coffee and get to class. Snow crunched under her boots as she picked up the pace, wanting to be sure she made it on time. Aelin was big on first impressions.

As she approached the door of the café, she reached for the handle, but the door swung open suddenly, slamming into her and knocking her off her feet.

The young girl, eyes wide, apologized profusely but said that she had to get to class and ran off. Aelin was mumbling something about where the freshman could go, when she heard a deep chuckle and a tan, tattooed hand appeared in front of her face. She glanced up and the air was pulled from her lungs.

The owner of the hand was a handsome man in his mid-twenties, with hair the color of the snow swirling around his head and green eyes. Not emerald like Lysandra’s, but deep and rich like a pine tree. A tattoo, similar to the one on his hand, snaked up his neck and onto his face. She’d be willing to bet it ran down the whole length of his arm. She’d love to find out for herself. He smiled at her, a wicked, beautiful smile. She could only stare at the gorgeous stranger as she gripped her hand in his. He lifted her to her feet.

“You okay?” He asked. Aelin nodded, pulling her hand out of his. He opened the door and motioned for her to go ahead of him. She stepped into the delicious warmth and immediately got her wits back.

“I’m Aelin,” she said, giving him a man eater’s smile.

“Rowan,” he said, a slight incline of his head in acknowledgment.

“Thank you, Rowan,” she said, letting his name slip out of her lips like a purr, as she’d heard Lysandra do it to her cousin many times. She knew it drove Aedion crazy and for some reason, that’s exactly what she wanted to do to this man. She walked to the line. He got in line behind her and she pulled out her phone, figuring that would be that. A bit of shameless flirting with a stranger was never a bad thing. She ordered her coffee and was surprised when the barista handed her the paper cup, a phone number written on the side. She quirked an eyebrow at the girl, who gave Aelin a knowing glance and looked over her shoulder. Aelin turned around, meeting a pine green gaze, and smiled at him. She headed back out into the frost and snow, pulling her phone out to snap a picture of the cup to send to Lysandra, knowing her best friend would love this.

Finding the classroom in the nursing building where she’d spent the bulk of the past two years was a breeze and she made it into the classroom with seven minutes to spare. She enjoyed her time with Professor Hafiza in the fall and anticipated she’d like her this semester again, too. Nonetheless, she settled in about three-quarters of the way up and looked at the coffee cup again.

Feeling bold, she entered the number into her phone and sent a quick text.

Any chance you want to sweep me off of my feet again and grab drinks later? I’m free anytime after 5:00. – Aelin.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately.

My last class lets out at 6:00 and I have to go to the gym afterward. How does 8:00 sound?

She typed a quick reply and placed her phone back on her desk.

Sounds like a date. The Beer Cellar, on Church Street.

She smirked to herself and glanced down at her watch. 9:58. Not even 10:00 am and the semester was off to a great start.

She unlocked her phone, shooting a quick text to Lysandra, letting her know about her new plans for the evening when she heard the door open and students started to hush.

It wasn’t the most exciting class, Aelin had to admit, but she supposed the information was necessary. Hopefully it wasn’t an indication of how the rest of her semester would go. She needed a little excitement in her schedule, that was for sure.

Aelin liked to be kept on her toes.

After two classes and a crappy salad for lunch from the school cafeteria, Aelin was hurrying across campus and down the street, toward her apartment. Lysandra was nowhere to be found, which meant she was either snuggled up with Aedion somewhere or still in class. Aelin’s bet was on the former.

After organizing her deskspace, Aelin went to her closet, and attempted to pick out what she should wear for the night. It was her first date of the semester, which either meant that it could be a complete win or a complete fail.

She ultimately decided that the sluttier the better.

Laying the gold dress out on her bed, she let herself into the Lysandra’s room, borrowing a pair of strappy black heels she knew her roommate would absolutely approve of and was back out the door, ready to suffer through her first lab of the semester. Three hours was going to drag by, but thankfully, it was only once a week.

And drag by it did, but Aelin wasn’t sure if it was thanks to the monotonous recap of her previous semester’s information or thinking about seeing Rowan again. She usually wasn’t so forward, even though Rowan had clearly been the one to start it all, giving her his number. But still, she typically would have at least waited a day or two before texting him.

But there was just something about him that she couldn’t get out of her head.

She grabbed her gym bag out of the car, thankful she had a bit of time to get a work out in before she went out. Thanks to tonight, Aelin was a pent up ball of energy and needed to get it out someway. After a solid forty-five minutes on the treadmill and nearly thirty on the free weights, Aelin was heading for the locker room when she noticed a silver head of hair across the gym.

She watched him as he pulled himself up on the bar, his chin going over the piece of metal each time. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, sweat poured down his chest as his arms swelled. Aelin had been right.

That tattoo went across his chest, and all the way down his arm. He did the pull-ups so effortlessly, and Aelin’s mind began to wander to unholy places.

It wasn’t until his feet hit the mat beneath him that she was brought back to reality and hurried into the locker room. If he was here, that meant their date was approaching, and she had to get ready. She checked her phone. It was nearly seven.

Aelin hurried back home and showered. She had once vowed, during her freshman year, that she would avoid the gym showers at all costs and only used them under emergency circumstances. Luckily, her and Lysandra’s apartment was only five minutes from the gym.

After a shower and a full-body shaving session, Aelin was brushing out her long, golden hair and blow drying it until it was flowing freely down her back. She kept her makeup decently simple - at least, that’s how she made it look, and straightened the slight waves out of her hair before putting on her little, golden dress.

Once she had slipped on Lysandra’s heels, she was looking at herself in the mirror and even she had to admit that she was looking hot.

After grabbing her clutch, she hurried down the hallway and into the living room, where she found Lysandra and Aedion snuggled together on the couch, watching a movie.

“Going out with a stranger?” Lysandra asked, brow raised. “I'm so proud of you.”

“Yeah, just keep it in your pants,” Aedion mumbled.

“I thought I’d bring him back here,” she said, winking at Lysandra. “You don’t want to have breakfast together tomorrow?”

“Absolutely not,” Aedion mumbled and Lysandra chuckled, leaning into his embrace.

“Have fun, call me if you need me,” Lysandra called as Aelin blew them a kiss and headed for the door.

Her Uber was waiting when she walked out front and before she knew it, she was walking down the stairs into her favorite bar. Glancing around, she didn’t see Rowan sitting at the bar or any of the booths around the room.

So she bought herself a drink and claimed one of the pool tables, setting her coat and clutch on a bar stool nearby. Over halfway through the game, she felt eyes on her and glanced up to find Rowan standing at the other end of the table. Giving him a smirk, she knocked the cue ball into the yellow-striped 9 ball. It sank into the pocket.

“Playing with yourself?” Rowan asked, and Aelin caught a slight accent that she had missed earlier.

Aelin’s grin widened. “Well, if I’m left hanging, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.”

Rowan breathed a laugh. “Fair enough. And if I asked to join?”

“You sure you don’t just want to watch?” she asked, leaning on the table, making sure her cleavage was perfectly visible.

Rowan’s tongue shot out and subtly licked his bottom lip. “Tempting.”

Aelin pushed herself back and grabbed the rack, starting to collect the balls. “Buy me a drink and then we’ll talk.”

Rowan bit his lip to hide his spreading grin. “Fair enough. I’ll be back.”

Aelin watched as he left, watched as he went to the bar and bought her another drink, alongside one for himself. He came back with two glasses. One was the color of the sunrise, the other a caramelly brown.

“Sex on the Beach?” Aelin asked, brow raised.

He shrugged and handed her the glass. “Sounded promising.”

“So… Rowan,” she said, letting his name drag out as she said it. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and the black Henley he wore made his hair seem even brighter in the dim light of the bar.

“Aelin,” he purred right back, pulling a pool stick from the wall behind her, nearly boxing her in. She realized then how much larger than her he was.

She loved it.

“I hope your coffee helped you get through the rest of your day,” she said, resetting the game and racking the balls. She glanced at him over her shoulder as she reached into the middle of the table, and he was watching her, staring at her ass.

Slutty was definitely the right option tonight.

“It certainly did, especially considering how boring it was,” he replied, reaching around her for the chalk that rested on the edge of the table. “But when I got your text, it gave me something to look forward to. Even if it made the day last twice as long.”

“Happy I could help.” She picked her drink up and stirred it, before taking a long sip through the straw.

“Would you like to break, or should I?” He asked, nodding to the pool table.

“Let’s see what you can do.”

He grunted as he stepped forward, lined up his stick, and knocked the cue ball into the others. They broke apart, but none of them fell into the pockets. Rowan stood there for a moment, his lips pursed. Meanwhile, Aelin tossed her head back and burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright,” Rowan said, straightening up and turning to face her. “So pool isn’t my thing.”

Aelin stepped up next to him and aimed her stick, leaning over the table, her ass nearly rubbed up against Rowan’s front. “Hopefully you’re better at other things.”

Rowan’s hand brushed along Aelin’s hip, just as she got ready to shoot, causing her shot to go haywire. She spun around, eyes narrowed. “That’s foul play.”

“No one said we were playing fair,” he countered.

“What about playing for drinks?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

He lifted his own eyebrows and he said, “I’ve got an eight am…”

Shrugging, she said, “So do I.” Then she leaned in close, thankful for the three-inch heels she’d pilfered from Lysandra’s closet and breathed into his ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re up in time.”

“So sure of how this night is going to go,” he said quietly, just loud enough for her to hear him, and she felt his hand skimming over the curve of her ass. “Fine. We’ll play for drinks.”

It turned out Rowan hadn’t been lying about pool not being his thing. They played three games back to back, and he lost them all, but every time he returned with a drink for Aelin, he had one for himself as well. By the time she dragged him towards the small dance floor in the center of the bar, they were both stumbling and his lips found her neck before his hands even gripped her hips.

His lips were soft, gentle, nothing like she had expected. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe he was just getting tired, perhaps he was usually rough.

But, when his hands found Aelin’s hips and he brought her back into him, she felt that roughness. It seemed Rowan was the best of both worlds. Gentle when prompted, rough beneath the surface.

Aelin turned to him and slung her arms around his neck, bringing his lips to hers. Their mouths crashed into one another, and their bodies slowed until it felt like they were the only two on the dancefloor.

Rowan pulled away, just a little bit, and breathed, his eyes wild, “Aelin-.”

“Take me to your place,” she said, her mouth finding his, once again.

Before she knew what was happening, they were in the backseat of an Uber, unable to keep their hands off of one another. Thanks to it being a college town, the driver didn’t say a word, just dropped them in front of an upscale building, just off the east side of campus.

She noticed how nice it was on the short elevator ride up, but was much more preoccupied by the way his hips pressed into hers. He dragged her along the hall, his lips never leaving hers, until her back was pressed against a cool door and he was fumbling to get it unlocked. It swung wide and she gripped his collar, pulling him inside.

Throwing her clutch and coat by the door, Aelin let her hands dive into his cropped silver hair and he responded by cupping her ass and lifting her up. Her legs were around his waist and he carried her through the apartment and into his bedroom. Neither of them had any delusions about how and where this would end and Aelin felt like she was going to combust as he dropped her on the bed and gazed down at her.

His eyes were full of lust, full of hunger, a wild animal with his eye on his prey. He wasted no time stripping Aelin down and admiring her body with his hands, his tongue, his lips. Rowan may not have been good at pool, but he was right when he said he was far better at other things.

He worshipped her, and Aelin knew it wasn’t the alcohol when she was sent into utter bliss.

When he rolled off of her, breath still uneven, Aelin watched as he dealt with the condom and fell back into the bed beside her.

She cleared her throat. “I can go…if you want me to.”

Rowan turned to look at her, and she could tell he was still just as drunk as she was. “What? No, of course not. You said you’ve got an eight am, too, right?” She nodded and he tugged on her hand, pulling her closer to him. They were both still gloriously naked and she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. “Then we can both make sure the other is up so we aren’t late. Or too hungover.”

Aelin snorted softly, resting her head on his chest. “I think that particular ship has sailed.”

“You’re probably right,” he mumbled and she could tell he was already starting to doze. She was on the brink of sleep herself.

Aelin decided then, as her eyes closed, that she didn’t care if she was hungover in the morning, or if she was late to her eight am. A night being praised by Rowan had been perfectly worth it.

#tempting the fates #snacmc ttf #snacmc collab #rowaelin ttf #throne of glass #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius

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bruiscdmouth · 11 months ago

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"sorry got those greek god genetics." theo snorts. "like i'm related to zeus or some shit." he's smug. of course he his. theo's not blessed really he secretly has a lot of products for his hair that his sister taught him about. he's pleased when joey starts to get his gear off. he's getting sick of the other mans shitty moods. they won. what more could he possibly want? sure, it was theo's goal but it wouldn't have happened without joe's pass.

"if i get you drunk enough yeah, you'll be okay." theo points out. or rather theo just needs like 2 shots and he'll be buzzing. will be all over joseph and the excuse of liquor will be in his back pocket. theo knows what joseph's going through because his rachel is sitting right in front of him with a fucking pout. theo wishes he could kiss it away. he can't. probably won't ever be able to in this life time. maybe the next.

"no." theo shakes his head. "we're not doing this tonight, you're coming out." he demands of the other man. theo really doesn't think he'll be able to handle rejection from joseph for the 456th time. he doesn't hesitate to break out the puppy dog eyes, that pleading look he saves for the captain or old ladies. he doesn't stop there he reaches his hand out to grasp at joseph's chin, his fingers pressed along joseph's jaw, "please come with me."

for a brief moment, the corners of his lips turn up into a smile. theo looks ridiculous, shaking his hair like he was a dog that had just gotten out of the bath. "oi, shut the fuck up about your hair, yeah? some of us aren't as blessed." waves a gloved hand at the other, rolling his eyes. slowly starts to take off his uniform. he's really not in the mood to go out. but theo is insisting that he does, saying that he could find plenty of action there, and find relief through one of them.

"you said it yourself. i have a shit attitude, you really wanna celebrate a victory with me?" any other time, he'd be jumping on it - but the thing with rachel was bothering him more than what he was letting on. she was actually someone he had enjoyed being around, and now she was fucking with the other team.

joey's removing the rest of his equipment, not making eye contact with theo. he's not going away, though. of course he's not. man was like a fly on shit sometimes. at times, he appreciated it. not that he would ever tell the other. no, because then he'd have to deal with that stupid shit eating grin he wears when he's satisfied. "seriously, dude. go and have fun. i'm gonna go home and take a hot shower and sleep." // @mysteryoflovc

#falscgcds

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dearlyfictitious2 · 3 years ago

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Apparently Sun Kisses are Non Refundable

Hey!! Here’s another drabble that took over my mind and refused to let go until I wrote it out. It doesn’t really fit into the main story yet so I decided to post it here. It’ll be re edited and posted there later on after the Camp Half-Blood Renovations and Other Shenanigans arc!

Percy exited the Big House and groaned in agitation, he and Chiron had been discussing naval strategies and possible warship designs all morning and into the late afternoon. They weren’t planning to go to war anytime soon, but with recent events far too close to one another to be a happy coincidence, they thought it best to be prepared for the worst.

If anything, they could be used as transportation or a leisurely trip around the world.

Triton was actually supposed to be at their meeting, but he was caught up with a massive back up of missing packages in Armoniá, so he sent Percy up instead and asked that he go over everything on his list with great detail.

Percy sighed in relief, as much as he loved talking about the sea, Triton somehow managed to make even that a chore. He’d written around a hundred questions and he had to pencil in every single answer. His hand was buzzing by the end of it and he had to shake it repeatedly to get the feeling back in it.

Along with Triton, Apollo and Hermes were scheduled to be at camp today to visit some of their kids.

Lately the gods had been observing Percy’s stay with Poseidon and saw the healthy benefits of maintaining a good in-person relationship with their children. However, due to Percy’s special exceptions, they weren’t quite allowed to take their children home with them, but Zeus had begun to allow more frequent visits, and he deemed meetups at camp to be a good neutral place to start.

As expected, both the gods and their children of all ages were happy with the arrangement and got two gods visiting every three weeks for an entire day.

It was slow, but the gods had their duties to attend to, so both parties were grateful with what they could have.

Percy stopped by Will Solace who was standing a good distance away from the archery range, he had a soft smile on his face as he watched his Father teach his youngest sibling how to notch an arrow on a bow.

“Hey Will, how's it going?”

Will blinked and flashed Percy a smile as bright as his Father’s, “It’s been great man! Greta’s learning so much from Dad.” fondness laced his tone at the mention of his eight year old sister, “She’s been doing so good.”

His sister was one of the youngest demigods here at Camp Half-Blood, her mortal mother had died in a terrible car accident that left Greta alone without anyone to care for her.

Apollo had sent Grover and Will to pick her up right away before the mortal legal system could and ever since then, Will, with his softer disposition, has been acting as her main caretaker.

“That’s really good to hear.” he said earnestly.

“Hm.” he hummed happily.

As they continued to watch, Percy felt a tug on his shirt and when he turned around, he was face to face with Hermes’ sons Connor and Travis, “Wassup guys?”

“Nothing much.” said Connor.

“Just wanted to thank you.”

“For what?” replied a baffled Percy.

Both brothers leaned on each of his shoulders and relaxed their stance, “It’s just really nice seeing our Dad like this.” Conner said in his easy going drawl, while eyeing his Father Hermes playing tag with his younger siblings in the distance, “You really came through for us on this one.”

“Whoa hang on, I didn’t do anything.” Percy denied.

“You just don’t see it man, but as cheesy as it sounds, we can all feel it.”

Percy didn’t know what to say to such a response, all he’d been doing was staying with his divine family in the ocean. How could he have possibly made a difference by just doing that?

“Hey, don’t think too hard about it.” Travis nudged him from his side, “Just go with it okay?”

“I don’t know.”

“Percy, just shut up and accept it.” Will chipped in.

“Yeah okay, fine.” Percy relented, “I’m just glad that whatever I did makes you guys happier.”

“Luke would’ve loved this.”

Percy almost didn’t hear Connor say it, but he couldn’t have imagined it, “Do you think so?”

He could feel both of their arms tighten reassuringly around him, he turned and saw Connor flash him a warm smile, “Definitely.”

Percy still wasn’t really sure how his actions made these godly visits possible or what he did to deserve such good brothers-in-arms, but he would never take it for granted.

All fuzzy fluttering in his stomach aside, he couldn’t help but stare longingly at both of the Stoll brother’s arms and Will’s face.

“Hahhh, you guys are so lucky.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have such awesome tans.” he cast a gloomy gaze at his own lackluster arms, “I still have my natural olive tone, but because I spent so much time in Atlantis, I’ve lost my glow.”

Will eyed him critically while stroking his chin, “Hmm, yeah I see what you mean Perce. You have a natural light olive complexion, but you don’t have your bronzy sun kissed glow anymore.”

Percy groaned in annoyance, “I won’t be able to brag about my tan to Triton if I don’t get my glow back.”

Because of Triton’s asocial tendencies, he rarely left the sea and had a pale/fair olive tone skin as a result.

“Meh, cheer up!” chirped Travis, “You can always get it back the good ol’ fashioned way.”

“And that would be?”

“Hard labor under the sun!” both brothers said at the same time.

“Gee, I guess that’s one way to get sun kissed.”

“A Sun Kiss? What about it?”

All three boys turned and saw the Sun God Apollo walking towards them with the rest of his children following closely behind him.

“Hey Dad.” greeted Will, “Percy was just whining-

“I wasn’t whining.” the Sea Prince pouted.

-that he lost his bronze glow because of how long he spent in the deep sea with his folks.”

Apollo tilted his head, “Let’s see.” he pulled Percy away from the Stolls and squinted at his arms, “Ugh, you’re right, you do look pasty.”

“Thanks a lot.” he grumbled.

Apollo’s expression brightened up, “Hey it’s no problem. I can fix your pasty problem easy peasey!”

“Really, how?” Percy asked hopefully.

A devious look set itself on the Sun God’s face and his grip tightened ever so slightly.

“Like this!”

Without any regard to anyone who was there to witness, Apollo hauled Poseidon’s Prince towards him, caged him in his arms, and planted a firm three second kiss so close to his lips that it barely qualified as a cheek kiss.

!!!

The Stolls, Will, and everyone else around them all gaped at the scene in shock! Percy wasn’t faring any better, his eyes were as wide as saucers and his jaw felt like it was two inches from hitting the ground.

But then he started to glow.

His skin was brightening up and it almost looked like he was going to reveal his true godly form and by instinct, the surrounding demigods shielded their eyes and looked away. When the lights died down, Percy stood there, still in the Sun God’s arms, sporting a gorgeous sun kissed golden bronze overtone on his skin.

"Taadaa!" Apollo cheered.

After realizing that they weren’t seconds away from being accidentally vaporized, the first to recover was none other than Will.

“DAAAAAD!” he screeched in mortification, his surrounding siblings voiced similar sounds of distress. He had both hands on his face and was peeking through his fingers, “Don’t go around kissing my friends!”

His words seemed to ignite the flames and everyone around them, including the spectators that the God’s presence drew in, was still either in shock, squealing, or wolf whistling.

Amidst the noise, Percy finally slipped out of Apollo’s hold, “Well, I guess that’s one way to do it.” he really couldn’t complain, his former golden glow had returned and looked even more radiant than it previously ever did.

The Sun God beamed at him and waggled his eyebrow, “I do believe your gratitude is in order?”

“Uhh, um thanks?”

“You’re welcome!”

While the excitement ensued around them, one being stood behind them and gaped half in disbelief and half in horror, “Ouranos, Gaia, and Chaos Almighty...please tell me you didn’t do what I think I just saw you do.”

Apollo turned around and proudly showcased the Sea Prince to his godly brother, “Do you like it? He looks great doesn’t he?”

Hermes walked deliberately slowly towards him and gestured to Percy, “Apollo...for a Sun God, how can you be so dim!” he spat.

The playful smirk fell off Apollo’s face, “Hey, watch it.”

Everyone present fell silent to the rising tension.

“Do you not realize what you’ve done?” Hermes continued, “You’ve given him a Sun Kiss!”

“Well I sure as hades wasn’t trying to give him a Sun Stroke.”

“That’s not the point!”

Apollo rolled his eyes, “Alrighty then, what's your point Captain Obvious?”

“That is your Sun Kiss, what do you think is going to happen the moment Poseidon or Triton sees the blessing on his cheek?”

Because it was on his cheek, Percy couldn’t see that there was a large faint shimmery outline of a sun at the corner of his lips where Apollo had kissed him.

At least to the demigods it looked that way, but to the fully divine; the Sun God might as well have put a beacon of light on his face that blatantly declared: APOLLO WAS HERE!

Apollo paled, and looked as though he’d suddenly gone and lost his own signature golden glow, “Oh sh-

“Dad!” Will yelped, holding his hands over his youngest sibling’s ears, “Not in front of Greta!

“-sssssuugar honey iced tea!” he quickly amended.

“Uh yeah, sugar honey iced tea, you moron!” berated the God of Thieves, “They’re gonna skin you alive and use your pelt to decorate the foot of his throne!”

Apollo whirled his attention to the Sea Prince and stared at him as though he would spontaneously turn into Poseidon if he so much as dared to breathe.

“Apollo,” Percy put his hands up and started to back away slowly, “Hey, let’s calm down and think about this.”

He did not calm down.

He pounced him to the ground, straddled him, and began to rub his forearm across his cheek, “Haha! Not to worry!” he tried to convince himself, “All I gotta do is rub it off!”

“Ow ow ow- STOP IT BURNS- ow ow!”

“How do you know that’s even going to work?” Hermes asked in exasperation.

“I don’t!”

“Then what are you gonna do?!”

“I don’t know!” Apollo wailed, he switched tactics and tried to remove his blessing with spit now coating his thumb “My Sun Kisses never warranted me a death sentence before so I’ve never actually had to remove one!”

“NO DON’T- Ewww gross! I said STOP!”

“Well you gotta do something!” Hermes not so helpfully pointed out.

“Like what?!”

“I don’t know either!”

“GET OFF OF ME!” Percy bellowed and thrust his pelvis upward into the Sun God’s groin so hard that he was launched into the air and landed in a painful pathetic heap a couple of yards away from him.

The Sea Prince rolled over and sat on his haunches, he was teary eyed and his cheek was rubbed raw and a bright angry pink, but the mark was still clear as day, “I told you to stop!”

Apollo recovered quickly and faced the enraged Sea Prince, “I need to get that off you, my life is on the line!”

“You were about to sandpaper my cheek off!”

“I’ll fix it later!” he promised, and held his damp, spit covered thumb menacingly, “Now come back here!”

“Get away from me!”

The campers couldn’t believe the scene they were made to witness. It was absolutely unreal. Apollo’s children were forced to watch as Percy Jackson ran away from their Father, the Mighty Sun God Apollo’s spit covered thumb as if he was trying to avoid catching the cooties.

“Come back! I need to clean you!” he demanded while waving his thumb like a weapon of mass destruction.

To which Percy did his best to avoid.

“No!”

The chase went on for a full three minutes until Percy was able to run an arc around Apollo and make a mad dash to the fountain. He needed to hydro drift the heck outta there!

He was almost home free and was about to launch himself in but someone else had just hydro drifted out of it.

It was his brother Triton!

Percy’s momentum caused him to slam right into his brother’s unsuspecting arms and toppled both of them onto the surface of the water.

Triton sat up sputtering and stared down at his brother in bafflement, he had a vice grip around his upper arms and his face was buried in the crook of his neck.

“Perseus? What in our Father’s name has gotten into you?”

Now Percy’s been through a lot of ordeals, ones that have tested his strength, his resolve, his will to live; you name it. However, he could say with full confidence that he’d never dealt with something of this nature.

His cheek felt like it was on fire, some of Apollo’s spibble was still dripping down his chin, and he felt absolutely humiliated. He could take on many things, but a blow to his pride like this?

It crossed the godsdamned line!

He knew what he was about to do was playing dirty and he’d be manipulating his brother, but he craved vengeance.

Apollo could only stare in silent horror as he saw and recognized what could only mean his impending doom.

Percy scrunched up his face, and started to weep softly.

Triton flinched in alarm when he heard Perseus start to weep into his neck, “Perseus?” Why was his brother crying? What could possibly bring his strong and proud brother to this state? He could even feel him trembling! He wrapped his arms around his back and cradled him closer, “Brother what’s wrong?”

“Triton,” he whimpered, “It was awful *sniff!* he- *sob*”

“Who was it?” the Sea God demanded.

“I-I tried to *hic* get away b-but *sniff!* I was trapped and he*sniff sob!*” Percy paused for a dramatic effect, “TRITON HE-

“Perseus what happened?!” Triton shouted in a rare public display of lost composure, he pulled his brother back, grabbed his face, and tilted it up to get a look at it and he froze.

His brother’s eyebrows were upturned in woe, his beautiful soulful eyes were filled to the brim with crystalline tears that clumped his thick lashes together and threatened to fall down his face in streams, and the right side of his cheek was a blistering, angry, raw colored pink...

With a Sun Kiss branded on the corner of his mouth.

Everything around Triton started to get fuzzy and he could hear his ichor pounding in his ears. He couldn’t think, couldn’t even fathom something so ugly marring his brother’s lovely face.

Perseus sniffled and leaned into the cool touch of Triton’s palm, “I t-tried to take it off, b-but he chased me *sniff!* and h-hurt my back.” Upon closer observation, Triton saw that his brother’s back was indeed all scratched up as well, “T-Triton.” he whispered and closed his eyes, he needed to make sure his best weapon was well primed. He took in a final shuddering breath and dished out his own personal brand of payback, unleashing all of Tartarus on his perpetrator.

Triton stared blankly at his baby brother as he opened his eyes again and finally let his tears fall, “Triton, he forced himself on me...Apollo kissed me!”

Percy had revealed his Crying Baby Seal Eyes™ of mass destruction.

Something snapped within the Sea God as he slowly brought his gaze up to meet the Sun God’s. He carded his fingers through his brother’s hair to soothe him and summoned his Trident in his free palm; crackling and fizzing, his divine aura was nearly bursting at the seams, his pupils constricted into slits,

“YOU FILTHY MONGREL.”

At that point, Hermes had gathered all the kids and quickly whisked them and himself to safety, while Apollo stood there like a deer caught in headlights at the sight of Crown Prince Triton’s rage. From the corner of his eye, he saw a tiny smile play on Percy’s shapely lips as he gazed at him in utter satisfaction.

Perseus Achilles had indeed inherited his Father Poseidon’s infamous mood swings.

It was right then and there, that Apollo knew, he FUCKED up.

#percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson #pjo #pjato/hoo #Triton #Apollo #bonding(continued story)#i'm an impatient bitch #bonding drabble

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lestwritewhilewaitingforajobcall · 3 years ago

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Low Tide Calls - Poseidon x Reader

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Hey guys! Short disclaimer, this is kind of a crack fic hehe! This was inspired from this TikTok (I’ll link it once I find it again) which basically just jokes about the difference in how Hera and Persephone would respond to their husbands going out, so I decided to give my take on it with the twist being instead of Hades and his lovely wife, it’s Poseidon and the reader! Enjoy!

The following story is just for shits and giggles. I do not own any of the characters, nor the songs referenced, they are the property of Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui, Ajichika and Bruno Mars, respectively. I also do not own you, the reader.

Warning: Swearing.

Low Tide Calls

Poseidon x Reader

Ding ding! A familiar buzz alert vibrated Poseidon’s phone, abruptly cutting through the silence of his demeanor as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the device. An endearing picture of you and him posing among a newly discovered species of reef flashed up on his screen; his wife was calling, and upon hearing another buzz coming from his far right, which oddly enough sounded louder than his, he noticed that his younger brother’s wife was checking up on her husband too, judging from the latter’s reaction.

The gods in the room looked at the two married men, eyes glistening with hungry anticipation and curiosity while the two Olympians answered.

“What are you doing?” Although Poseidon did not put his wife on speaker, remaining remote and uncaring of any protest, somehow, the gods still had no trouble hearing your soft, sweet tone. The god of the seas rolled his eyes at the childish antics, regretting considering your judgement on Zeus’ recent invitation. You had posed to him that maybe the upcoming meeting would be an important one, but to his dismay, the conversations that have been taking place within this room made him feel like he was nibbling on mediocrity, when he would much rather choke on your greatness.

“Huh? What?” With zero effort his ears caught Hera’s commanding voice which struck Zeus and all eavesdroppers. If Poseidon didn’t know any better, he’d be inclined to believe that after this call she would send two snakes to destroy another illegitimate child in its sleep.

“Where are you at?” The glow from the screen changed as you invited Poseidon to a video call. Seeing you there, your husband let out an almost inaudible sigh of relief before answering your inquiry without reserve. His tone was elevated and calm, unlike the fiery force of Zeus’ manner.

“Who? You’re with who?” In apprehension, Hera demanded even more, prompting the other gods to exchange glances. While Poseidon’s focus of attention was you, Loki and Hermes were observing him and his brother, laughing. In spite of the fact that Poseidon was quite literally, the ‘most fearsome god,’ after seeing him talking to you against Hera’s frantic cries in the background, the two mischief-loving gods joked about how the goddess of marriage had “stolen Poseidon’s gig.”

“Oh, you have plans?” There came in a breathless, coaxing rush your words that touched Poseidon quickly. “Don’t say that,”

The rustle of silken sheets against your skin morphed a picture in Poseidon’s head and he made sure the volume was turned down as low as possible. If it weren’t apparent that you were going to say something more, he’d have immediately put the phone down. Whatever it may be that you planned on telling him, was more precious than all these fools surrounding him. Your words, all the noises you make, you, were for his only, and that was something he looked forward to showing you as soon as he got home. He chuckled to himself at how ironic it was that you had encouraged him to this ‘meeting,’ but you were also the very same who called him back.

Seated beside Shiva was Aphrodite, who, knew on instinct and talent what a beautiful phenomenon must be happening behind Poseidon’s private screen. The energy moving within the both of you, of two perfect beings, becoming hot−she raised her wine glass and directed her toast to you and your husband.

Killing the mood however was the violent berating of Hera, who had already provoked Zeus with reasonable feeling, to which the latter only sighed all the deeper, unbothered, ended the call and jammed his phone in his pocket. A scowl pulled at Zeus’ mouth and creased his brow, rubbing his forehead in a vain effort to force the frustration away. At first, he forgot how curious the gods were and then he noticed and wondered for the reason of the quietness and then it came to him: his brother was still entranced by the novelty of conversing quietly with his wife. Zeus leaned against the marble table in a provocative pose designed to tease.

“I look too good, to be alone~” You hummed with so much energy, swinging your hips in a rhythm and painting a song in Poseidon’s blood every time you opened your mouth. When your husband heard the first teasing whistle, he turned around and aimed a death glare at his brother, disliking the innuendos in every word he said. Any joke teller must stay within the bounds authorized by Poseidon, which meant none were necessitated to tread the waters. The strong disagreement in his eyes diminished to a mere calm, a sly grin hovering about its depths as he regarded you once more, as if admiring you for the first time. After a swift promise to be at your side soon enough, Poseidon hung up and regarded the lowly gods apprehensively.

Odin, who was over at the spot beside Zeus, seethed in silent anger as the Greek god persevered in his awful dance. As far as Poseidon was concerned−well, he never really had any, they were all lowlifes and trash who wanted to kick the shit out of each other anyways, so he simply stood up, and offered a “One great flood will cleanse the earth,” before disappearing.

The leader of the jeering mob, Loki, indicated his and Shiva’s shared comprehension with a widening smirk. “If only he spoke more than once, we’d have finished these meetings in a jiffy!”

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