#hermes scenarios

[pillow-anime-infos]

ror masterlist {valkyries and pantheons ver.}

I. VALKYRIES

BRUNHILDE

the last battle of ragnarok {i love girls month + scenario | 325 words ; sfw}

HRIST

soon

THRUD

soon

GÖLL

soon

II. GREEK PANTHEON

HERMES

soon

ARES

soon

APHRODITE

soon

[mizz-sea-nymph]

Hermes: oh my god he’s on his way home! I should tell my uncle he’s going to love this

Hermes on the phone: oh hey Poseidon, first of all when I was at your place the other day I forgot to tell you how much I liked the rearrangement you and Amphitrite did with the living room furniture.

Hermes: second of all, COME OUT OF YOUR HOUSE THERES A HOMELESS MAN RUNNING ON WATER

Poseidon: well Hermes first off thank you, I have to admit I was a little disappointed you didn’t say anything about the living room rearrangement the other day.

Poseidon: second off, OHMYGODIMONMYWAY

[leebittymoodboards]

| GREEK GODS |

I.N X Hermes

"Hermes is considered as the herald of the gods, as well as the protector of human heralds, travellers, thieves, merchants, and orators."

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Bangchan | Lee Know | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin

[divinevault]

I hope it's not too soon to ask (you can delete this if need be) - I had a really bad day at work today, with lots of customers yelling at me and my coworkers being kinda mean because I started to get worked up and that makes me more clumsy. (I dropped three different drinks on the floor, one very hot one on myself.) I'd really appreciate a snippet or ideas for how the gods would comfort reader after a bad day. (Hermes is my fave 💜 but I'm always open to dealers choice, it's your blog after all! Sorry for the vent 😓)

Thanks for your time 💜🐝

I do sincerely hopes this helps- and you are more than okay sending in asks like this! I do apologise for it being a little late, but I also hope that it brings comfort in any way you need it

"Darling…"

Featuring: Hermes x Reader

Summary: You come off a shitty day at work and Hermes comforts you

CW’s: You're having a bad day

Reader is: Gender neutral

Words: 372

Type: Small Scenario

Requested? Indeed!

You never would have thought Hermes to be perceptive, being the cocky, self-assured gremlin he always seemed to be. But he noticed. Oh, he noticed.

He noticed the way you walked into the room with drooped shoulders, looking as if you’d be holding back tears and dragged under the tide of shame— and that wasn’t even acknowledging the stain on your shirt from some sort of big drink spillage.

“Darling?” His voice has dropped its usually-mischievous air as you find him in front of you, checking (non verbally) if you were okay to be touched or not. At your consenting nod, he pulls you into a firm, comforting embrace, resting his head on your shoulder.

“... Bad day?” A nod. He hums, “do you want to talk about it, gorgeous?”

You shake your head.

“Okay,” He presses a gentle peck to your cheek before pausing to think for a moment, “... wanna cuddle up under a couple blankets and watch a movie?”

A nod. A smile forms on his face, pulling back just enough to bonk his head against yours with the utmost care, “Lets get you out of those clothes and into something a little more comfortable, yes?”

When he settles you down on the couch, having given you enough privacy to get changed (then proceeded to cling to you like a needy cat), it’s the long, silken fabric he always wears that he wraps around you. He’s half on top of you— similar to a weighted blanket— and the hand that isn’t immediately holding yours is rubbing soft circles into your arm.

Hermes has… well, never really been great at comfort— but he definitely tries. He delights in the small smile that forms on your face at his sarcastic comment at the movie the two of you have watched over and over again hundreds of times before.

The blinds are drawn, leaving the two of you in the dimly lit living room— and you think, if you focused enough, you may be able to feel the gentle whisps of his magic curl protectively against your body.

It takes a while, but when sleep comes upon you, encased in Hermes’ adoring hold, you can almost hear him murmuring a soft “love you, chickadee”.

[aristia-pjoheadcanons]

POSTING ARES HCS BC HE NEVER GETS ENOUGH ATTENTION

(This is actually canon): It was referenced multiple time in the series “Trials of Apollo” that Ares will often make dirty (inappropriate)-jokes and generally joke around with Apollo about certain things.

Which bring me my headcanon that Apollo and Ares get along because they are the black sheep’s of the family. Apollo will get emotional and start trauma dumping in him, while Ares is sitting there like “that’s rough buddy.”

More headcanons now:

Ares is actually one of the neutral gods in Olympus. (Along with Dionysus, Hades, Athena). Which makes sense why he keeps switching sides mid battle, but even though he does that—other Gods still tolerate him.

He will often be the troublemaker. Often sending horrible pranks to other Gods like creating terrifying & disgusting monsters and send it to Apollo/Hermes/Demeter etc. and blame it on Apollo/Hermes (which usually works because they’re all tricksters).

Demeter doesn’t hate Ares since he would often protect village crops from priests back in 399B.C

I feel like he’s the type of God to have a terrible soft spot for very specific things but would not admit it because he has an image to maintain.

Athena and Ares act like siblings in private meetings and can generally have a nice conversation about battle strategies.

When Athena and Ares were kids they would be on Mount Olympus while silently judging whoever passed them while making nicknames of the people around them. So now, as adults they have a lot of inside jokes but refrain from using them around others.

Hephaestus and Ares are really f’ king awkward around each other for no reason whatsoever. Maybe it’s the fact that they don’t really know how to make friends or not used to making them. But Ares is the God that sends the most requests from him and often praises him (but not to his face). -(which reminds me of when Apollo said he gives encouragement to Hephaestus when he’s working, canon btw).

Ares gets shy very often but has to look strong and unfazed even when his face is red. Most gods just assume that he’s so mad that he turned red.

Other times when he looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel on his neck & forehead simultaneously, he’s actually trying not to burst out laughing.

He finds his own jokes and thoughts entertaining and has a hard time controlling his facial expressions when he thinks of something stupid. Sometimes he says some of them out loud, other times he keeps it to himself bc most of his jokes don’t even make sense unless you hear his full thoughts.

When the Gods of Olympus first met Ares when he was introduced, everyone thought he was a lot more handsome then they assumed. He usually had a helmet on that covered most of his face and during banquets he would just show himself as smoke (not a person), so when they saw him they thought he looked attractive.

Ares finds it embarrassing to see sculptures of himself. In one of them, you can see him trying to cover up his private areas. He thinks that that is no place for people to see. Which is why he never enters museums.

His favourite meals are burgers, fries, fish n’ chips, (Americanised) Chinese food.

Doesn’t like wine that much, but prefers beer.

(Canon) Since Apollo Said that the Gods have game nights in Mount Olympus,

(headcanon) Ares is the instigator during heated discussions about who is cheating or who won. Ares actually controls his temper well & isn’t the one throwing a tantrum, but rather it’s the other Gods who do so. Athena doesn’t care so much as she believes she can spent her intellect in something worth giving it for, but it’s everyone else that is like that. Hephaestus and Hades are never invited, until after the P.J. Series where they finally accepted him to the table. Hephaestus never truly shows up, he’s awkward and is very insecure about how he smells, looks and gets anxious. If he does ever play, he’s completely quiet and tries to take up as less space as possible. They often put Zeus & Hera/Athena/Artemis at each ends of the table. But everybody let’s Zeus win every once in a while bc he’s a sore loser and nobody has the time & energy for another conflict, not even Ares himself.

When Ares first understood the extent of his powers & realised he could control dead people from the underworld, Hades had to tell him to stop because he needed the labour.

Ares deepest, darkest secret is that he watched children’s movies. But in public cinemas or with other gods/people he will watch action movies.

He secretly wishes that he had a loving family. Over 3 millennia’s of being alive - he is bound to think of things like that at least once.

(Canon) Apollo Said that Zeus used to sing songs during banquets before he was born—

Headcanons: if Ares was alive at that time, he would probably laugh in a corner while listening to him and he would get grounded by his father.

[senjuushi]

What about Master fucking herme's hole until he breaks..maybeeeee cry a bit? >:D

From the moment you first pushed into Herme's hole, you could all but see the intelligence leaving him. In place of his usual composure came a look that could only be described as fucked dumb— all crossing eyes and drool spilling from his slackened jaw.

Just a few minutes of being filled with cock, and the iron-hearted perfectionist is reduced to incoherent moans. If you'd known this was all it took to make him so compliant, you'd have done it sooner.

Keeping one lean, narrow thigh pinned close to Herme's chest, you fuck into him harder— sharp, steady thrusts that have his swollen, leaky cock bouncing roughly against his own stomach. Gasping little sobs escape him every time he has a spare moment to breathe, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth when the force of your hips sends his head tipping backward.

"Poor thing," you croon, utterly insincere in your pity. "Are you gonna come again? Gonna squirt for me, hmm?"

At this point, Herme very well might be fucked too senseless to make out the words. Still, the sound of your voice drags a low, whiny moan out of him— his back arches like he's trying to press himself as close to you as possible, and his graceful, long-fingered hands grasp limply at whatever parts of you he can reach.

Moments later, his whole body goes tight. A few weak spurts of come dribble out of his cock's red, swollen-looking tip; at the same time that messy tears finally spill over from glazed, vacant eyes.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Heracles, Tesla, and Hermes with a reader who's a grim reaper?

Heracles head turned when he heard the door open and [Y/N] walk in. The quiet sound of their shoes shuffling letting him know that it had been a rough day.

Usually, [Y/N] was very chipper and bubbly, despite their job as a grim reaper. They took no pleasure in it, but realized that it was a job like anything. Their sworn duty to collect the souls and bring them to the other side. But some days were harder than others.

He got up and went to them in the bathroom, where they were running a bath for the evening. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He knew that the answer was no. They never wanted to talk about those they brought on. Felt it was disrespectful to the person to share how they died or what their memory was, but would sometimes make note of how sweet or kind they were in life. On days like this the answer was emphatically no. Yet he always offered.

[Y/N] of course shook their head. Just continuing to stare at the water as it filled the tub. Heracles came up behind them and wrapped his arms around them in a hug. Just holding them there until the water was full enough and then leaving them alone. They would be back to their old self eventually. They just needed time. And he would be there when he needed them.

“Where do the people go?”

“What do you mean?” [Y/N] asked as they turned to look at Tesla at his sudden question.

“Where do the people go?” He repeated. “After you ferry them, or whatever.”

“Um…here I guess?” They replied. “You’re dead, my love, I think you would know that.”

“Yes I am aware of my condition, but they can’t all come here.” Tesla told them. “Where do the billions, and trillions of souls go?”

“I don’t know. Their own, respective, religious version of heaven?”

“How do you get assigned to them?” He then asked. “Is it a lottery system of who shall die that day, or is it spiritual situation based.”

“I don’t know!” [Y/N] told him. “I guess it’s a lottery? I’ve collected people of all faiths and backgrounds over the years.”

“Hmm…fascinating.” Tesla seemed to ponder this for a moment longer before he asked, “what about reincartation?”

“What now?”

“Reincartation.” He repeated. As if they were having trouble keeping up. “How does it work? Is it also faith based? Merit based? Lottery?”

“I don’t know!” [Y/N] snapped at him. “I just do collections, not returns!” They then sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose. “Can we talk about something else please?”

“Very well.” There was a long pause before Tesla suddenly asked. “Are their reapers for plants, since they too are living things, or are they just left to the winds for their spirits?”

“I’m going home now.”

“I don’t have a lot of time.” [Y/N] stated while Hermes poured the tea. “I have to head to the human world soon.”

“That’s perfectly fine.” He replied before he sat down across from them. “I’ll take what I can get.”

Being with a grim reaper was challenging to say the least. A lot of souls needed collecting. Even with how many  of them there were in the cosmos of the afterlife, more and more people were being born and dying every day. Not to mention his own duties making it extremely difficult for quality time.

[Y/N] smiled and sipped their tea. “Perhaps when all this is over, you will have more free time.”

“You just want me out of a job.” [Y/N] remarked at Hermes comment.

They were of course aware of the Ragnarok and what was happening in the tournament. “I wouldn’t under estimate the humans though. You don’t deal with them every day like I do. They’re very tenacious.”

“Do you honestly think that humans can defeat Gods?” Hermes asked. As if the whole thing was absurd.

“Do not the Gods exist because humans gave them power? It’s the chicken & the egg theory again. What came first: the Gods or human belief in a problem seeking answers that made the Gods?” Hermes frowned.

[Y/N] just smirked, took another sip of their tea, and grabbed a biscuit. “I have to go though.” They announced. “Time waits for no man, not even reapers.” They gave Hermes a brief kiss on the cheek before they go. “Maybe next time we’ll have more time together.”

“Indeed.” Hermes agreed. He suddenly wished for the Gods victory all the more.

[spirirsstuff]

i love it when my friends and i just make up a character and make scenarios and memes but have no clue what to name it so it’s just ‘the child’ or ‘fuel’ as a placeholder

[mumbledramblings]

i never liked the elpis arc in endwalker (except meteion, i love her), but it would fuck up vash, 100%. i just know it

[pinki-minki]

• 𝑲𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏, 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒔; 𝑶𝒍𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 📜🕊 ☤

Song: Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson

Masterlist

[noxtivagus]

NO THOUGHTS ONLY SHADOWBRINGERS HFALKDSJFASLKD

[sentientsliotar]

imagine if Grover told them it was a gift from his mom who just died at the base of the hill

K but honestly the most surprising thing to me is that Percy walked into Hermes cabin, opened his bag and his jellybeans were still there.

You're telling me that CANDY survived the HERMES KIDS UNSUPERVISED????

Sally Jackson must have some Jellybean protection magic or something because I was honestly expecting Percy to pull out an empty bag.

[riviuus]

my friend who has never read percy jackson but really likes the show (she will borrow my books after the first season ends hhaha) told me about her theories (at mcdonalds for all the nico stans out here) and i smiled and nodded my way through them

here are the best ones

- there is no traitor (i wish bro i wish)

- percabeth will happen (no shit sherlock , i didnt say that bc i dont spoiler shit but damn bro)

- hermes will sing (she is a theater kid especially musicals especially hamilton...)

- clarisse x luke ????? (oh damn like oooooohhhh damn he basically kills her gf so damnn)

- luke is hot ( not a theory but she did mention it quite alot)

- luke isnt the traitor because it would be too sad (and yes she doesnt know rick like we do, it is toooo sad)

- percy will get into MANY MANY MANY near death scenarios (yeah but plot armour soooo, but yeah he is the main character so duh)

[psychesalcove]

ֶָ֢ "it's nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today,"

hiiii! can i request a luke castellan x fem reader fic, the scenario being luke just woke up after the quest gone wrong (when he got the scar on his face) and reader is the first one he hears. she’s aphrodite’s daughter but she’s the one cleaning his wound in the infirmary. you can spin it however you like💗 just want some luke castellan fluff (w/ a bit of angst💗) where he confides in reader, and he cries but hides it by nuzzling in her neck, she’s just a comforting gf that feels her neck become damp.

luke castellan x daughter of aphrodte reader

my writes are completely race and body type friendly! feel free to interact my loves:)

part of psyches, 'in memory of those who chose the sea' event

-> want to participate in the event?

an: babes this is suchhh a cute idea for luke omg!! i love detailed asks its amazing n' your ideas are stunning, bueatiful, and everything!! i had so much fun writing this, hope you enjoy! and again, sorry for not writing sooner, i was camping with my family and had no wifi lmao 😓 love ya 🩷 ps. I also did like a lot of writing for this,, so I hope u don't mind lovie!!

you hummed quietly to yourself as you wrapped up a child of ares arm; according to them, they had gotten distracted and accidentally went up against a sword. you patted their arm to signify you were finished. once they got up, you walked over to will.

'how's he doing?' you asked, leaning against the counter will was sitting at. luke, your boyfriend, had a rough go of it on a recent quest. you weren't all sure of what happened; as he passed out before he could get a coherent sentence said. you did catch some words: hermes. hurts. and some other ones that you couldn't quite make out.

will looked up from the pile of paperwork he was reading. 'better. he's still not 100%; but he's making recovery. i'm not exactly sure when he'll wake up,' he explained, briefly scanning the paperwork to make sure he said the correct information.

you hummed, eyes also going down to the paperwork to scan it over. 'do you think i should be with him, when he wakes up?' you asked, eyes going up to meet wills.

'i'll give you the rest of the day off, how about that?' he asked, though it sounded more like a statement. he could probably sense your anxiety about luke and his wellbeing. 'i think he'll be happy to see you,' will gave you a soft smile before his attention went back to his paper.

you thanked him and quickly made your way over to the back of the infirmary; where the private cots were. you gently pulled back the curtain and was met with the same sight that you saw last. luke was laying on the bed, bandages wrapped around his face due to the injury that was on his eye.

you quickly sat down in a chair, prepared to spend however long you would need to wait for luke to wake up.

—

as you looked out the window at camp; a light squeeze on your hand drew your attention back to luke. you smiled softly when you saw him staring back at you, even with one eye. 'hi hon,' you whispered gently, hand squeezing his back.

he didn't say anything, instead smiling a little at you as a response. you took that as he didn't want to talk; especially about the quest he just got back from. you opted to ask a question on a different topic.

'd'you want a hug?'you whispered again, hand still in his. all you got in response was a light nod of the head, a nod you would've missed if you weren't pouring all your attention into him. you removed your hand from his and quickly wrapped your arms around him, holding luke in a protective embrace.

his head quickly found its way to your neck; both of you being mindful of the bandages still on his face. as soon as both of you settled into the hold, lukes shoulders started shaking lightly. in cue, you felt wetness on your neck, along with lukes heavy breathing drying the wetness; though the tears were quickly being replaced by new ones.

you tightened your grip around him. luke rarely cried: you assumed it was the pressure of being a good role model for the younger campers, or even who he associated with at camp. you shuttered lightly at the thought of what must have happened on that quest for him to react like this.

before you could attempt comforting him, he spoke through his quiet sobs. 'im, i'm really sorry for this,' you heard him mumble quietly as his breath picked up even more.

you shook your head softly at him. 'luke, hon. you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. quests can be hard, they're made to be. its okay to be scared of them. it's natural, completely normal.' you said, hand starting to rub small circles onto his upper back in an attempt to comfort him.

you couldn't tell how long the two of you stayed in that position; you holding onto him like he was your lifeline and luke holding back just as hard. slowly though, his sobs started to subside, and his breathing returned to normal. throughout him crying, you decided not to try and get him to stop, knowing that this crying session was long overdue.

luke seemed to think that he calmed down enough, as he gently pulled out of the embrace. as the two of you stared at eachother, he opened his mouth. 'it's nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today,' he said, a small joking tone to it.

you smiled lightly. 'are you okay?' you asked, ignoring his past comment; knowing it was probably a way to steer the conversation around what just happened.

he sighed deeply, the eye that wasnt covered closing as he layed down again. 'yeah. m'sorry about my, uh. episode. the quest was just a lot.' he chuckled, opening his eye again. 'i love you,'he added, flashing you a quick smile.

you sighed, grabbing his hand and brining it into your embrace again. 'it's okay to have episodes like that love. it's human; you should honestly do it more often.'you hummed gently, rubbing circles onto his knuckles.

luke only nodded lightly in response; seemingly drifting off to sleep once again.

'i love you to, luke.' you mused, pushing up out of the chair and pressing a gentle kiss to his noninjured side of his face.

[amourdyke]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ✷ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐄

pjo fanfiction 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✷ your father wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me but i do i think i do, and you’re an all-american girl i guess i couldn’t help trying to be your best american girl ✷ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ooc clarisse, aphrodite’s daughter reader, fake dating, angst and pining

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

The words escaped her mouth before she could fully comprehend what was happening. Big bad Clarisse La Rue with a temper to mimic boiling water and the fight skills to ward off teasing has finally been a victim to it irredeemably as lies slipped past her lips spontaneously, unthinking.

“You had a girlfriend this whole time and none of us knew? Yeah, right, Clarisse, you’re full of shit”

“She used to date a Hephaestus chick, alright? Didn’t want anyone pointing out the whole history repeating itself trope of Aphrodite and Ares” A part of her is proud of her trope, a child of Apollo worthy storyline invented last minute, it seemed to not occur to her the way specifics would bite her in the ass until her sibling’s eyes sparkled mischievously, pointing towards the other end of the bonfire at a female figure she had not seen before, though apparently the only one who seemed to match characteristics.

“You mean to say you’re dating angel face over there?”

Your eyes caught hers for the first time in that moment, setting ablaze something at the pit of her stomach that had seemed to lay dormant far too long, hence the beginning of the relentless conversation she found herself in in the first place. “Yeah, that’s her, my girl” she concurs, taking a sip of her drink and staring off into your figure like a predator.

You first met Tori before you were claimed. She would sneak into the Hermes cabin to give you midnight kisses and hide freshly made jewellery she forged instead of armour under your pillow for surprises, adorning your neck in both purple bruises and metal chains, her own special claim on you. Until your mother showed face. It burned you to remember how she spoke, as though not knowing you, like Aphrodite you must be your mother’s daughter. A cheater, she meant. You still dreamed that your only claim was Tori’s kisses and necklaces on days like these where you watched her by the bonfire avoid your every glimpse.

And then someone’s grip is on your arm.

“I wonder what could the most infamous child of Ares possibly want with me” She raises her eyebrows at the nickname from you, someone she had not acknowledged nor recognized before today though the opposite could clearly not be said, the beginning of a smirk ghosting over her features.

“Is that what I am?”

“Don’t play dumb, Clarisse, it’s not your best look, you know exactly what you are, it’s your charm, that is if you’re into the whole bully chic thing”

“I need a favour from you” She wastes no time and you scoff in response, your eyes still seeking out Tori, anxiously hoping she does not see any of this interaction as to not play out scenarios in her head. Clarisse takes none of it. She grabs you by the chin, in a firm yet surprisingly careful hold and forces you to face her, wide brown eyes with a beauty you hadn’t quite recollected before seeing its warm specks up close like firecrackers trapped behind her irises. You shake off the thought and cross your arms.

“Why would I do you any favours? I bet you don’t even know my name, hell, I bet you don’t even know who I am in general–”

“You’re my girlfriend”

“I beg your pardon?” You nearly choke and Clarisse laughs.

“I’ve been watching you. You’ve been staring at that raven haired Hephaestus girl for the last forty minutes uninterrupted while I can quite easily point out at least six girls who have been drooling to get your attention in the last sixty and you haven’t even spared them a pity glance, so I’m going to guess that’s your ex?”

“What does that have to do with anything besides the fact you’re apparently a fucking stalker?”

“Feisty, angel face” She snarks “I need a girlfriend to get some people off my back for awhile and you apparently want your ex back, so why don’t you use that tiny love focused brain of yours and think for two seconds what makes someone temporarily lose their senses and say, get back together with their ex?”

“You want me to use you to make Tori jealous?”

“Do you really have anything to lose?”

You watch her train, that’s your first date, and it starts off as uninteresting as you guessed it would be. Until she’s flexing a little too much, and you’re catching on, of course, but it’s working, because you’re suddenly focused, mouth agape as she lifts up her shirt exposing her perfectly sculpted abdomen to clean sweat off her forehead with the orange cloth.

“Having fun gawking?” She teases.

“Isn’t that what you brought me here for?”

Clarisse twists her spear around in the air and finally settles it behind her flexed arms, moving towards you as she looks around the training grounds for something, eyes sparkling at the sight of a similar weapon to hers “You know how to fight, angel face?”

“I’m a demigod, Clarisse” She feigns fright at your words before rolling her eyes and moves to throw the spare spear towards you, which you take in hands overwhelmed. She steps back and motions you forward which for whatever reason you comply, before you know it her breath is hot on your neck, a whisper: “Your little ex is watching”

She wasn’t entirely truthful. Tori was there, but she barely spared you a glance. Clarisse’s siblings however watched her every move, and she was preparing a spectacle. Positioning herself behind you, hands on your waist as to fix your stance, she dismissed the way her fingers seemed to physically burn at the sensation of your skin desperately seeking out to touch you more and focused on pointing your aim at the dummy before you. It strikes him right in the heart first try and falls backwards on itself. You’re beaming. Clarisse’s chest squeezes. She forgets to let go of your love handles until you turn around.

“You look pretty when you’re deadly” She casually lets out, a sigh.

“Did Tori see your hands on me?” You look around, an attempt at casually catching your exes eye. You miss the way Clarisse frowns when she agrees nonchalantly. One of her siblings winks, she thinks to herself this was too much trouble.

“Okay I think that’s enough performing for a day”

“You’ll hurt me this way, princess. Can’t stand me that much? I don’t get it, did I dunk one of your friends on the toilet or something?”

“I don’t understand”

“Playing dumb isn’t your look either” Clarisse mimics your first encounter as she stares daggers at you. She looks like she could see right through your soul and it sends shivers down your spine.

“You really don’t remember me, huh?” You scoff, and Clarisse is furrowing her brows and attempting to dive into her memory but you’re quicker to refresh it “My first year here I was like a lost and kicked puppy. And you were the girl who killed the monster who nearly killed me and actually killed my satyr protector. I guess it was just another day for you but it was my worst nightmare and you were a fucking knight in shining armor, I thought so anyways. I followed you around for months, and what does it say that you didn’t even know my name until two days ago? You are probably the one most self centered person I have ever met and I was a stupid little girl with a crush who thought you could save me while you actively terrorised everyone who was nice to you. Including me. And you don’t even remember taunting me, because it was just another fucking wednesday. So maybe I’m not enthusiastic about playing your girlfriend for longer than I have to”

It suddenly dawns on her, the memory of you. You looked different now, she guessed those were some perks of growing up as an Aphrodite kid but staring at your face, hurt expression, made the resemblance uncanny. To the one person she regretted hurting. She had just lost a fight and you had ran after her for comfort, but Ares had seen it. So there was nothing you could say. She wanted someone to hurt like she was hurting as though it would take her own pain away. She lost the fucking fight because she looked for you in the audience as she was winning. Affection made her weak. She made you pay for it.

“You called me a stupid girl who doesn’t know when to leave people alone and that’s why no one could stand me. Ring a bell?” You turned around to leave when Clarisse was silent. She surprised herself when she spoke up.

“Well let me teach you to hate me less!” She called out, running her hand through her curls frantically “We can’t do this if you don’t stand the sight of me, my siblings won’t buy it, your ex girlfriend who knows you certainly won’t either. Let’s go out and talk and maybe you’ll like something about me, I don’t know”

“Why does it matter so much to you that you have a girlfriend? Why do your siblings care? Answer me this and I might go with you”

“Fucking Gods, you’re insufferable” She mutters “Because I’m tired of being the one with no life, okay? All I have is training, and everyone knows that and I hate when they start worrying so I need anything to ward it off and I guess relationship maybe screams reason to live and not dying to be a war martyr so this is what I got, okay? It’s stupid, but it’s what I got”

“Alright”

“Alright?”

“I’ll try to like you, Clarisse”

She leads you to the forest in the middle of the night as to not alert anyone. The moon is full and it lights up her face in a way that softens her usually rough features. It is strange how your hands meet eachothers halfway in a hold until you reach your destination, a lake surrounded by flowers. You’re taking off your clothes, stripping into underwear before Clarisse could even fully process it, her eyes widening at the sight of your unbuttoning jeans reaching your calves, then the floor.

“Aren’t you coming?” You say as you stumble into the water. She watches you, the same way she had at the bonfire, and feels guilt pool at her throat for the way she gazed at your body. Clarisse wants to put a word to her feeling and all that comes to mind is hungry. She feels hungry. Like she could bite into your skin and tarnish its softness, like she needs to.

She takes off her clothes as well, skin still hot despite the cold air embracing her suddenly. You watch her too, she notices. Though she can’t pinpoint the look in your eye as she walks into the lake and heads towards you, stopping until your chests barely touch. There’s unusual heavy breathing from the both of you, hypnotised. You’re sure you won’t speak of it tomorrow.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m trying to find things to like about you, work with me here”

“I like red. Like blood”

“Like love” Clarisse doesn’t bother to reply to your argument, but it makes a part of her shake. War and romance unfortunately have too many things in common, she notes to herself.

“My turn. Why do you want your ex back?”

“Because she was good to me. She was kind and soft and she liked me. I miss feeling like someone cares like that”

“Aren’t you Aphrodite’s daughter? Doesn’t that sound a little like the bare minimum? She’s good to you? She’s kind? Didn’t she stop being those things when it ended?”

“You don’t know anything about relationships, Clarisse, you’ve never had one. I’m difficult, I’m a cheater’s kid, I’m–”

“You’re beautiful. Breathtaking, like your mom. Maybe that’s the only thing you got from her. You can aim. You’re strong. You’re apparently vengeful at least towards me which in my books is an attractive quality, you’re witty and you get little crinkles around your eyes when you laugh. I’m going to guess you didn’t cheat on that ex of yours so you’re not an asshole, for sure not a cheater. You give people chances when they don’t deserve it. I’m not quite following what could be so damn difficult about you”

You stay silent for awhile. Thinking. She hates herself for not knowing what it is that you think, and regrets saying so many things in your quietness. Then you whisper something she doesn’t catch and she asks you to say it again and in clear noise it sounds as shocking as it did when she first thought to have tricked her ears: “You never had a relationship, have you ever been kissed?”

Clarisse shakes her head no.

“Can I kiss you?” You correct yourself as you lean in, placing a curl behind her ear “Just in case we need to do this in front of your siblings or Tori, so we’re ready”

“Right” Clarisse mumbles as her hands snake her way around your waist pulling your body closer to fully press against hers “Just in case” she finishes whispering before her lips finds yours. There’s more desire than you both thought there would be. It’s desperate. Messy. Tongues clashing and chests heaving. She wants to taste you forever. She thinks she’s screwed.

[annie-also-draws]

Babysitter Hypnos and baby Melionë

Headcanon: Hypnos is the only Chthonic sibling in the House who has offsprings (the Oneiros) so Nyx tasks him with babysitting Melinoë when the others are busy.

Drawing this while realizing Hypnos is the only one who’s never been outside of the House in the first game. I thought it’d be fun to think of a scenario where he bonds with baby Mel while the others are out of the House. He’d have more experience since he oversees mortal’s dreams and is more in tune to their life, including taking care of a baby.

I’m one of those who think Hypnos is playing an important role in Hades 2. Think about it, with Thanatos trapped and Hermes too busy with the war above, no peaceful deaths occur to mortals and they continue to live, in many cases, in agony. So as to let them rest peacefully and not potentially become pawns in Chronos army, Hypnos would be busy trapping the mortals and lingered shades in perpetual sleep until the war is over, hence putting himself in the dreamscape and maximizing his influence.