#zeus- drowned/ bodies lost at sea so no

[emmikay]

I'm trying to go over all the events in my head-

I think Elpenor might have been the ONLY member of Odysseus' crew to receive a proper burial.

[cosmicourple]

toot toot‼️‼️‼️‼️ Another A.U Idea!1!!!1!11!1 (heavily inspired by witchofthesouls writing 😚) :

,,,

during Six Hundred Strikes, it turns freaky at the end AKA Odysseus rides the fuck outta’ Poseidon. Everything else after that go’s the same, w/ Ody’ returning home n reuniting with his family, Happily Ever After.

uhhhhh, yeah- except, a few days after reclaiming his title of King, Odysseus is visited by Zeus, who’s been intrigued by this Mortal and all he’s survived + surprisingly unashamed at wanting a piece of the action after witnessing the embarrassed stiff state The King got his brother into,,,, so obviously, like most encounters w/ Zeus, it results in them going at it in a Forest of Ithaca, before Zeus fucks off after said good fuck 👍. Intending to come back 4 more hehehaha now he’ll suffer from the Crippling Obsession of Mortals :33

After a long & agonising recovery, Poseidon storms up to Ithaca, absolutely enraged about what has happened. That Little Shit of a Mortal daring to Power Bottom him after using his own fucking weapon to fucking mutilate him, THEN LETTING HIMSELF BE CLAIMED BY HIS BROTHER!???!?!!!!?!?!? This will NOT stand.

But as he emerges from the seas depths to drown the island along with its wretched king, Poseidon stills because. Because- the inhabitants are gone. Ithaca had been abandoned, stripped of all it’s valuables and left behind,,,

You could hear the grass swaying in that silence.

Poseidon was going to fucking break that bastard. Lmao in more ways than ooooooone haha new side 2 obsession awwwwakeeeeeeeeeened—

iiiiiiiif— he could find him first :).

Him & the entire fucking population of Ithaca.

Cut to seven years of bafflement on what has transpired, confusion on where everyone could of possibly gone, intense wrestling w/ obsessive n certain feelings towards this fucking Lil’ Guy, more confusion as The Ocean, Land & even the bloody Underworld are practically ripped apart to try and find where the fuck The Population of Ithaca could of gone off to.

Normally, The Gods never rlly cared about such an obsessive search, but when an entire fucking society just. Disappears out of nowhere. With absolutely no warning, explanation or any trace of what happened. You start to become very keen to involve urself with such a noticeable event.

For seven years this went on, Humanity also becoming keenly aware of the shift in atmosphere that surrounded The Gods, how they have become Extremely Restless and more Physically Present.

It’s an adjustment, but they get used to it.

Once, seeing Zeus steadily zip across The Sky in a humanoid form, swirling clouds & crackles of electricity shifting around his Divine Body would of been a breathtakingly rare sight of telling something important was happening,,,, now. To be blunt, not many care anymore.

Seven years of tension, worry + some existential retrospect, and then finally.

Poseidon isn’t sure how exactly he found them, maybe The Fates had finally decided to let up on this oh so cruel trickery, or maybe it was The King Himself who weaved this Mysterious Illusion that hid His People, letting it fall down for whatever reason…

But there they were,,, a fleet of strangely designed ships, bobbing along the waves gently, trusting The Winds fully with their aimless course,,,

The Ships were like homes, a neighbourhood, the sounds of day to day lives flowing through the air, merged with the shouts and commands of maintaining said Floating Homes,,,

There were platforms of various sizes connecting some of The Ships, complex looking, with people on them, doing various things that were lost to The Sea God,,,

For his gaze had zeroed in on a platform near the very back, certain sounds of two children playing having caught his attention,,,

His Divine Sight found the little forms of the children, most likely twins, and he felt their squeals of excitement roar over the breeze and the sounds of everything else as he gazed upon them,,,

It seemed his ‘encounter’ with Odysseus had not been without consequences. Nor had his brother’s, bitter as it was to think

Yes, he knew who they were almost right away. Youngest Heirs of Ithaca, Twin Children of King Odysseus, Demigod Children.

One, a boy, ran around the wooden surface, shrieking happily as he chased his sibling, eyes a thundering gold, hair a ruffled mess of curly, spiky and jagged all at the same time and a smile big and potentially insufferable if smug spread on his face…

The other, a girl, also giggled loudly as she speeded away from her brother, both of them running around in a never ending circle, teeth sharp and grinning wide, bright blue eyes focused on the boy, watching gleefully as he pursued her yet never managed to reach.

There they were, his children.

why not claim Both of them as his ? all that matters is that their His..

Yet when he went to converse with them and as they stared at him with big unbothered eyes, watching like stunned canine pups— as he explained who he was to them, laughter filled the air,,,,,

“You’re not our father!”

“Our father is called Odysseus!”

“And our mama is Queen Penelope !”

What. No, they’re his, are they blįnd ?—

“Pśűıțħâ!! , Ħëľíġą!!! , čømě ħęřæ Ÿœũř Fäþħēř īş Wäįťıñğ—-

[catbread0]

Apollo x Water Goddess! Reader

This was not a request. I did this out of motivation I had. I hope you enjoy reading this! Sorry for any mistakes!

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Fluff, angst, no happy ending, and death

(!!SPOLIERS FOR SEASON 1, EP 7 - SEASON 2!!)

Blood of Zeus Masterlist

Once Again

You are a minor water goddess. You could turn your body into water and move the water to your command. Although only a small portion, unlike the God of the Sea. You only had a few worshippers, so your powers were limited.

However, it seems you caught the heart of a God. Most importantly one of the 12 Olympians. That God was Apollo, the God of music, poetry, medicine, sun and light, and many greater aspects.

You were a body of water, swimming around the ocean. When suddenly a large splash catches your attention. You looked and saw a body sinking into the sea.

You immediately transform back to your goddess form and swim to the person. Once you reached the person you carried their body up to the surface.

You reached land and dragged the person onto the sand. That's when you took a clearer look at this person.

He had gorgeous golden hair, a muscular body, and beautiful bronzed skin. It is as if the sun had kissed and blessed him with such appearance.

What you quickly snapped back to the ground. You needed to help him immediately and stop gawking.

You pressed your ears to his chest, moving the golden accessory on his chest. His heartbeat was very slow. Which happens when a person is drowning and holding their breath.

You start cardiac resuscitation to try and make him gain consciousness. 

Thankfully he woke up and coughed out some water. However he was still weak, he could only look around with his eyes and move his head slightly.

His eyes met yours, “Find…(coughs) Poseidon”

You nodded and carried his body above the seawater. You thanked the Gods that you found Poseidon. Or actually, for him looking for the man you are carrying.

Poseidon took the man and he told you to follow him. You were about to decline until you heard from the distance a loud roar. One that you've never heard in all your lifetime as a goddess.

“That sound was from the giants that terrorized the seas before. If you so wish to have a chance of your people surviving, I suggest you follow me.” Poseidon said to you.

You knew Poseidon wouldn't lie about the sea that he loved. In addition, you were a water goddess, so technically Poseidon was your protector to go to if it came to the sea.

You followed and he led you to Mount Olympus. You've never set foot or even gone near Mount Olympus. Since you were a minor goddess there was no reason to even be near it.

What felt like only a few minutes went by since you set foot, the war had begun. You were trying to help with making springwater, water that could heal wounds.

You would give them to the soldiers and gods that were near you.

After what felt like hours, the war ended. But not without a great cost.

Zeus had sacrificed himself. The king of the Gods was no more.

You were allowed to stay in Mount Olympus because of the springwater you provided.

You would help heal the injured. However, if the person lost a limb then you would heal the opening. But that limb would not be able to be reattached. That's why you are worshiped, for you to bless your people's water with healing. 

Once the moon was hovering in the sky, you were able to rest.

However, when you tried to sleep you just couldn't. You tossed and turned but nothing helped. Finally, you decided to take a walk, a war does take a toll on a person.

As you walked around you were careful with being quiet. As even the littlest of sound could be the loudest. 

You soon reached a hall that had a railing and a stunning view of the moon and the outside.

As you took in the view, you didn't notice someone walking behind you.

You jumped from your standing as you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked back and saw it was the same man you saved from drowning.

“Forgive me for startling you. I wanted to know and thank the person who rescued me.” He said with his soothing voice.

“Oh, no it's alright. I just did what anyone would have done.” You went back to leaning on the railing as you saw him do the same beside you.

That's where your love story with Apollo began. You both talked to each other and you came to learn that you saved Apollo. You also learned what an important God he is. He was shocked you didn't know him until you explained that you mostly helped a small village that worshipped you. And that you mostly looked towards Poseidon for protection.

After a few days, Apollo asked you to be his lover and you said yes.

Your relationship was healthy and loving. You couldn’t ask for a better lover.

However when the day for the challenge for the crown neared. You started to feel weakened. Not only you but Apollo and many of the other Gods.

Apollo cared for you since you were a minor goddess. Meaning you were getting weaker and experiencing this mystery illness much greater than him.

At some point he had to leave, he sensed that his brother, Hermes, was in trouble. He didn't want to leave you but you insisted you would be fine.

After some time he entered his room and saw you collapsed on the floor. He quickly carried you to his bed with what energy he had.

“Forgive me, I should have stayed. This is most likely Hera's doing.” He said as he took your hand. He could feel how your hands quivered from being weakened.

You feel numb as the pain continues to seep through your body. “I don't think it's her doing. Don't blame everything on Hera immediately dear.”

“My sea, you know how she is. Even if you've never fully seen her. Just from the war, you could imagine what she was like.” he responded as he put a hand to your cheeks. You are starting to get cold.

Apollo acted quickly and got into bed with you. He warmed up his body with the sun's energy he had.

“My sun, I believe we may have to part-” you were cut off.

“No, I won't allow this. I've lost countless of lovers because of my actions. I can't lose you to something like this. I'm the God of medicine and healing. You will be fine, just wait a little longer.” You could hear the sadness in his voice.

“Apollo, you know that fate can be cruel sometimes. But you learn to move on and turn it into strength. Please do not let this affect you.” you use what little strength you have to touch his cheek.

“If I pass, promise me to help my people continue living. I leave my healing duties to you. I'm sorry if I caused you pain. But just remember the memories we shared in the few days we've been together.” Apollo continued to raise his temperature to try and keep you warm.

“Apollo, please stop. You know you can't change the Fate's decision.”

Apollo stopped warming up his body. He knew you were correct. But he can't bear the thought of losing you as well.

How could he call himself the God of medicine and healing when he can't even save his lover from an illness?

You both just spent the time you had left embracing each other.

Until Apollo finally felt you take your last breath and your body felt cold. There was no warmth left.

All he could do was mourn you until Hermes took your soul to the underworld. Where you will remain. Forever separated until his thread comes to an end as well. But even then, he may not be with you in the underworld.

~Lilly's

[katerinaaqu]

Continuing from Part 1;

Guilt (P2)

"And no, that was what you feared...not what you knew. There was no way you would know the magnitude of it...you gave them the city just like you promised. What theh did with it was their responsibility"

If only it were that simple, Odysseus thought

Odysseus could feel his head buzzing all the time. He was feeling tired of killing that night. As he had promised they had plundered Troy in just one fateful night. Odysseus had lost counting at how many lives had fallen under his sword. The palace of Troy had fallen. Troy was burning. As he cut his way through with with sword he remembered bodies falling down; armed or not; soldiers who barely had time to rouse themselves from sleep to come to save their city and yet they rushed at him bravely. Odysseus couldn't decide if he admired them or felt sorry for them.

"Odysseus!" The voice of a soldier brought him back to the present

"What is it?"

"Priam is dead!"

"Dead?!"

That piece of information he feared but he hoped he could prevent.

"Where?"

The man bringing the news was way too nervous for comfort.

"Where!" Odysseus demanded again

"T-To the altar of Zeus...he was slain upon the altar!"

Odysseus nearly dropped his sword! Had they stooped so low, then, in anger and hate?

"Who!" Odysseus demanded, "who did such a blasphemous act?!"

"N-Neoptolemous..."

Odysseus could hardly remember rushing to the scene. Perhaps he remembered the hall drenched in blood and there he saw the dead body of the king; neck gushed open and blood all over the floor. The haunting image of the expression of horror to the old man's face as well as the stain of blood upon the altar were a blurry mess in his brain. All he knew was that he saw that child he had brought to this war, with his face smeared with blood, having a self-complacent smirk on his face. He almost seemed possessed. That damn armor seemed to be one with his skin.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND?!" Odysseus bellowed, "How could you do that?! Have you so little respect for the laws of humans that you've stooped to the level of beasts?!"

The way that Neoptolemus looked at him was pure mockery and arrogance gained from victory.

"Now come on, Sacker of Cities...don't pretend that you would have left that man live! He was the king of Troy...just his existence would be a threat. You would have him executed anyways".

Odysseus couldn't remember grabbing the boy by the throat but he was beyond himself. His eyes were two bottomless pools of blackness.

"Do you want to end up like Thersites?!" He threatened in a dangerous whisper, "Do not challenge me, boy!"

"Or what?" Neoptolemus challenged back, "Will you do to me what you did to Palamedes?"

Odysseus was so shocked he could hardly speak. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach. The shock was enough to make him release the threat of the youth and take a few steps back.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" he said

Neoptolemus laughed.

"You are a liar, Odysseus! But then again you always were, weren't you?"

"Palamedes drowned in the sea! It was an accident!"

For a moment the image of ruffling waters had passed through his mind. Palamedes struggling under the surface... Odysseus remembered being frozen. He never tried to jump after him even jf he were an excellent swimmer. He was cold and motionless like a statue. The voice of the arrogant son of Achilles brought him back to reality.

"Yeah, how convenient indeed that he had that small... 'accident' when you and Diomedes were at the same boat with him during that fishing expedition! How convenient indeed!"

"This isn't about me!" Odysseus snapped at him, "This has to do with the hubris you performed here! We do NOT kill those who seek the sanctuary of the gods!"

"Times have changed, old man! You said so yourself! Besides wasn't you the one who implied that the line of the royal family of Troy should be cut? Priam shouldn't live anyways!"

Yes, Odysseus thought,he had said that and by that time he believed jt, however the old man had sought sanctuary. If they waited for him to get exhausted maybe... He could have surrendered. Murder upon sacred place was definitely NOT the way to do it. They could have offered him a nobler death than that! Odysseus didn't have time to reply. He heard a baby cry. He turned around to see in horror a man bringing baby Astyanax and handing him to Neoptolemus. The infant, barely one year of age, was crying woefully as he was handled not at all gently by Neoptolemus, who seemed untouched by the cries. Id anything he seemed to enjoy it

"What about the heir of Troy, Odysseus? What shall happen to him?"

"You can't be serious! It's just a baby!"

"A baby that is almost at the age of walking! Soon at the age of fighting. Will you let him live, Odysseus? You were the one who convinced the council, remember? You said we should all uproot the family of Priam from this earth!".

Yes, once again Odysseus had said that,however he had absolutely forgotten in the heat od the moment how old the heir actually was. The child was barely one. He could hardly speak yet alone walknand fight. Only now had he realized in horror what that promise he partially made would mean. He didn't expect to be brought before the consequences so fast!

"Weren't you the one who persuaded all the Greeks to uproot Priam's long family out of Troy?"

"Yes, but-..."

"So you take your word back? Decide!"

"Decide what?!"

"How he shall die, of course! You can't expect us to raise the son of king Hector, do you? Which will be? Sword or fall?"

The baby...the infant; no older than 1 year of age, was not much older than Telemachus... it was an innocent creature! He watched in terror as Neoptolemus held the baby to the edge of the wall.

"Choose, Odysseus!" Neoptolemus challenged, " or are you taking your words back?"

"This is madness!"

"You said to the council the other night that you would throw all of Priam's line outside these walls!" Neoptolemus insisted, "I believe the phrase you strategically used was 'we can throw them all out of the city of Troy!" I believe everyone agreed with such a sensible idea"

"Odysseus?"

It was the voice of Talthybius. Of course it would be that sleek worm! Odysseus cursed under his teeth. He was supposed to be their messenger and yet he found hik way too compassionate on the Trojan matter. Perhaps he should have gotten rid of him off his position a long time ago!

"Did you really tell the kings to kill this infant? Drag him out of his mother's bosom when she sought sanctuary in her husband's tomb and kill him in such a manner?"

Odysseus pointed his blood-stained sword at the scared messenger.

"Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you!" He threatened, eyes set aflame

He didn't need any more of those throwing accusations at him and he had enough of this for one night! One madman before him was enough; he didn't need a Troy-friendly coward as wellm

"Stay back! This is none of your concern!"

As Talthybius took some steps back, alarmed at this sudden attack from the furious king of Ithaca, Neoptolemus seemed to enjoy this scene more than the idea of throwing the baby off the walls or stabbing him to death.

"Decide, old man!" He urged again, "Do you take your word back? Every person in that hall heard you and agreed with you! Shown in this pilgrim of the night that you have SOME sense of honor!"

Odysseus was frozen in place. His own words that he didn't mean that way were now twisted in such a horrendous manner before him and bound him like chains. He could not take that word back. His brain was also stuck and his usual eloquent tongue could not find an excuse not to do it now...

"So be it..." he said defeated, "But let us choose a more humane method! Not this, Neoptolemus! Not this!"

He needed to buy himself some time. He needed to think of any reason, ANY excuse to keep this baby alive. Neoptolemus, though, being a true son of his father's, wouldn't let him do that either.

"Not on your life, son of Laërtes! This is the child of the man who thought he could kill my father! His bloody uncle actually succeeded! His filthy kin DARED to harm a man whose mother was a goddess! He needs to die and he shall now!"

At that moment he dragged the toddler almost effortlessly with one hand; strength given only by wrath and hatred, he let him hanging on the wall. The child was crying woefully and then Odysseus thought he heard him speak;

"PAPA!"

He froze. In some terrible realization he figured the horrendous truth. Neoptolemousbhad inherited the golden locks of his father's and his light yes that included the sea and sky. He, Odysseus, was dark of hair, black of eyes, lightly olive tanned white skin...he was similar to HIM...to Hector of Troy. The infant was calling HIM to save him! Panic took over him and he forgot all logic, all his attempts to find excuses. Now the child...the baby...someone's SON (Telemachus!)needed HIS assistance.

"Neoptolemus no! It's just a baby! Let the poor creature go!"

"Very poor choice of words, Odysseus!"

And Neoptolemus did exactly what he was told...he let go! The baby fell out of the palace walls, leaving gravity take the body rapidly down.

"NOOOOOOO!" Odysseus yelled helplessly but that's all he could do.

He ran at the edge only to see a tiny bloody dot at the bass kd the wall. The haunting cries had stopped...forever.

"NEOPTOLEMUS!" Odysseus bellowed furiously, "you killed him! You killed an infant!"

"No, Odysseus!" Neoptolemus replied, "You did. Your plan, your advise, your sin."

Odysseus felt dizzy...his stomach twisted dangerously but he did herculean effort to hold himself back. There was so much he wanted to say...so much he wanted to scream but he found it impossible to utter a single sound.

"TROY HAS FALLEN!" the happy cry from the inside of the castle drew them out of this, "WAR IS OVER! HOORAY! HOORAY FOR THE SACKER OF CITIES!"

Odysseus felt like losing strength off his legs. He didn't even know how to feel. However he knew one thing. He was feeling ENRAGED. It was as if the name that was given to him by his grandfather now suddenly made sense! He glared daggers yo Neoptolemus but the arrogant boy only smiled self-complacently...

"Looks like you were right, old man... You DID take the city in one night..."

Odysseus looked beyond the walls. If was true. The sun was rising...although his light was now duller in his eyes; the fires were stronger...

*

The walls of Troy had fallen and the real damage was apparent the next morning following the massacre. The houses had burnt almost to the ground and only the strongest walls were still standing upright; sad reminder of their previous glory. Odysseus was standing there with some of his men, watching the march of wounded or future slaves coming out of the city in chains or ropes. The ways were known. They would be distributed to some of the kings among them and the rest would be given by luck to the rest of the people. After that thy should gather and burn the dead before they would be good to go... Odysseus looked aged almost ten years more. He had dark circles under his eyes and he still didn't have time to wash himself from the blood. The thick liquid had formed a crust upon him by that moment. Helen was secured and brought out of the city to safety by Menelaus. So everything seemed to be in place. Then, why would he feel as if he had to use all his will to endure it and keep a stone calm face? His attention was drawn to the part of the procession. It was Andromache, the queen and widow of Hector. Odysseus grimaced. He had hoped he wouldn't face that woman. She was walking upright with the dignity even the greatest of Queens would be jealous of, as if she were the mighty Hera. Even if she was in chains she was still holding her head high. Odysseus learnt that she was to be given to Neoptolemous. He watched the queen marching to be given to the man that murdered her son... The man they now called Sacker of Cities didn't know which was sadder for her. He had tried to persuade Neoptolemous to take another but all his pleas or even manipulation fell on deaf ears. In the end he wondered if it mattered... At that moment his onyx eyes locked with the eyes of the queen. And then he saw her face transform from purr dignity to pure hatred in a matter of seconds!

"ODYSSEUS!" she yelled at him, pulling the chains with all her strength, "YOU SPAWN OF THIEVES AND RAGGED SCHEMER! THIS IS ALL YOUR DOING! GODS SHALL THROW THEIR RAGE UPON YOU!"

Odysseus didn't have time to defend himself.

"It was all your idea! Your plan! You scheming bastard could not fight with honor! But how could you! HOW COULD YOU!"

Her rage gave her strength anew as she managed to crawl closer. Even Odysseus took half a step back.

"HE WAS JUST ONE YEAR OLD ODYSSEUS!DO YOU HAVE NO HEART?!"

The king of Ithaca froze. He had no idea how she had found out about it but then it hit him. Talthybius! Of course! He must have talked to her.

"HE WAS JUST A BABY! HOW COULD YOU!"

"I didn't..." he whispered more to himself than anything else

"CURSE UPON YOU!" she drew her chains again and even the soldier needed to pull back, "I knew they wouldn't let him live! But this?! THIS?! HE WAS JUST ONE YEAR OLD ODYSSEUS! Just one year-..."

And then there was a heart-wrenching cry. Suddenly her anger turned into outpost pain. Odysseus turned his head and realized the reason. The small wrapped up ball could be nothing else but the remains of her son. One of the Greeks was transferring them to the pyre for the funeral. Odysseus cursed everything he believed in. He had hoped they would be spared at least of that! Both her and him. Andromache fell on her knees trying to release herself and get closer to the wrapped up package.

"MY BOY!" she cried, "AH! MY BOY!"

The soldier was ready to take the package away but Odysseus stopped him.

"No! Let her mourn!"

Unwillingly the man placed the child on the ground as she crawled over it, hands still tied up, not allowing her to wrap her arms around the remains of her son or even scratch her cheeks to mourn... Odysseus watched her kneel almost like an animal mourning her calf, leaning her forehead against the bloodied cloth

"MY BEAUTIFUL BOY!" Andromache's voice rose in an inhuman tone of cries and woe

The king of Ithaca felt his heart pinch. Yes, he has heard that cry before. It was an eternity ago in Ithaca...when Palamedes had come to pick him up...

*

Odysseus was plowing the field, singing an incoherent song. He was moving his head to an unmatched rhythm. He had tied one donkey and one cow to the plow, plowing in a totally messy way. He seemed to pay no mind. Odysseus was very keen upon his disguise as a madman. Palamedes was watching the scene with Penelope from afar as his beloved queen was playing with their son in her arms.

"He has been doing that all day..." Penelope said in her melodious voice, "He listens to no one when they tell him that this is not right. My husband insists that this is the best way to plow the field."

Penelope knew her part very well. They had agreed upon it after all. Part of it was her idea too. She didn't want him to go to war and he didn't want either. Not now that they had their son to take care of. Palamedes looked suspiciously at the scene.

"I find it hard to believe the mighty Odysseus losing his mind like this...it is so fast and so sad to be true..."

He approached closer.

"Come on, Odysseus, son of Laërtes! We have work to do, we have to get ready for the war!"

Odysseus didn't reply and continued his work. Penelope approached.

"My lord, as you see, my husband is a very sick man. He cannot help you in this war. I am afraid you must find someone else..."

Palamedes looked at her sideways before turning his gaze back at Odysseus.

"Such a shame though..." he whispered as if to himself, "Such a brilliant mind...be condemned in such a way... Seems such a waste..."

He eyed Penelope and something inside her heart flattered. She didn't like that look.

"But perhaps..." Palamedes started, "I might have a cure for his...illness..."

Penelope raised a brow.

"My lord?"

No sooner had she voiced that word and Palamedes yanked Telemachus out of her arms.

"NO!" Penelope cried out surprised, "What are you doing?! Stop!"

Telemachus screeched and cried as Palamedes ran towards the field.

"NO! MY BOY!" Penelope cried out

Odysseus barely had time to see with the corner of his eye Palamedes throw his infant son to the front of the two giant animals plowing! His mind did not think twice.

"WOOO BOY! WOO! WOO!" his mighty hands pulled the reigns stopping the plow barely a few inches away from the crying baby

Rushing to the spot he picked up his precious son to his hands, he raised him to his head, he inspected those little limbs and that soft head... He sighed in relief when he found no major injuries to that little body.

"Shh..sh sh...my boy..." he cooed at his son, "It's okay...it's okay..."

His gaze was fiery as he looked up to Palamedes.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMNED MIND?!" he bellowed, "You nearly killed my son!"

Palamedes seemed uninterested at that coy as he smirked.

"Welcome back to the world of sanity, Odysseus. So now I believe we can talk about the preparations of the war, according to the oath you gave. Let us cut this charade and be men..."

Ashamed, humbled but above all ENRAGED, Odysseus looked up from his kneeling position, still cooing his son, trying to calm him.

"That was a low blow, even for you!" He growled at him

"You are the one to talk, son of Laërtes!" Palamedes retorted, "you are the one who always schemes to avoid his responsibilities!"

"Yes but I don't use innocent infants for it! I shall not forget this Palamedes!"

"I seriously hope you won't" Palamedes retorted, "So that we won't add 'oathbreaker' to your list of titles!"

*

Oh how enraged he had been! And yet now he remembered that moment for a totally different reason! Now he was seeing that woman who used to be a mighty queen screaming and crying over that small ball that used to be her son. She was doubling over and over, crying.

"MY BOY! NO NO NO! NO! MY SON!"

At some point she managed to grasp the cloth

"No! Don't-...!"

The cloth revealed a ball of flesh that the face and the little bones were no more recognizable. Odysseus shut his eyes closed for one secondm

"Telemachus!" He thought, "No! Not him...that's not him..."

Andromache screeched in woe as she doubled over at that small ball of flesh that used to play around a few days ago, hitting her chest with the last bits of her hands, pulling on her chains maniacally. Odysseus could take no more. He went close to her. She was a queen, she had to pull it together.

"Get up..." he whispered huskily, "please get up...for your son..."

Andromache shot her head up and spat straight on his face. The saliva from her mouth burnt his cheek like fire; like the fire that now existed in her eyes. Her woe had stopped, apart from those tears that turned her eyes red. Hatred returned...and it was all directed to him... The Man of Many Ways felt his heart turn into marble; hard and cold. He stood up to his full height wiping his cheek with his hand. He felt the dirt and blood smearing in combination with the spit. All of Troy's massacre had fallen upon him...

"Take her out of here!" He ordered in a low, cold voice

If I show weakness...I'm lost...

Andromache struggled only for one minute and that would be so that she wouldn't be separated from her son (the son that now a soldier was picking up again, sparing everyone from the unpleasant task seeing the child). She then followed her captures. She was a queen again. The only thing you could hear was some low cry.

"Odysseus..." Meriones approached him, "Are you alright?"

Odysseus winced in pain. He hadn't realized that he had clenched his fist so hard that it hurt him. He unclenched it.

"Yes..." he whispered, "Yes, I'm fine"

*

Sooo Part 2! Soon the closure will come! Dedication to some hood friends such as @aaronofithaca05 @simugeuge @prompted-wordsmith @loco-bird @jarondont

[chizue-witchery]

⚜️. *. ⋆ Fandom: EPIC: The Musical

⚜️. *. ⋆ Rating: Teens And Up Audiences

⚜️. *. ⋆ Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

⚜️. *. ⋆ Pairing/s: Odysseus & Odysseus' Crew

⚜️. *. ⋆ Character/s: Odysseus, Circe (mentioned), Poseidon (mentioned), Odysseus' Crew (mentioned), Athena (mentioned)

⚜️. *. ⋆ Summary: When Odysseus closes his eyes, all he can hear are the screams of the men who died.

He hears their sorrow and fury while outstretching their hands towards him.

⚜️. *. ⋆ Word Count: 1,033

⚜️. *. ⋆ Tags/Warnings: Pre-Underworld Saga, Past Character Death, Nightmares, Graphic Description of Corpses, Hurt No Comfort, Angst

⚜️. *. ⋆ Prompts/Squares Filled: Nightmares || @whumptober 2024 Day 26

Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

AO3

Odysseus lies awake in bed at night, thoughts filled with his encounter with Circe and his earlier encounter with Poseidon. He tries to close his eyes to get a good rest after over nine days of keeping himself awake so the windbag wouldn't be opened. He tries not to think of how he failed, his weary eyes too tired to open. He dreamt of seeing Penelope and Telemachus but never being able to reach them and hold them close to him.

But every time he closes his eyes, all he can hear are screams.

Screams of 'Captain!' as they get drowned by Poseidon or smashed by the Cyclops club. He watched as more of his men died under his command, while he was unable to do anything to stop it from happening. From six hundred men to forty-three men left in the span of a few months or years — he can't seem to remember how long they have been traveling on the seas. Polites was the one who kept track of the date, but they lost track of it when he passed away.

In his nightmares, he would be standing before Athena while five hundred fifty-seven of his men were behind the goddess of wisdom. Polites would be the more prominent one, standing beside Athena while holding the infant in his arms that Odysseus threw off the wall because of a prophecy Zeus had told him.

Athena would stare him down while never saying a word. Her eyes are blank of pupils but glowing brightly, like the other gods he has encountered. She is not in the form he sees when he just wants to spend time with her. He sees the goddess of wisdom with the same expression on her face when they argue while on Quick Thought. He doesn't see a friend, but a mentor, who was disappointed by the choices he made. He sees a goddess who is disappointed that he is not the warrior of the mind she made him to be.

His men would reach out to him, hands outstretched, while their expressions were full of sorrow and fury. They are the corpses of his men, their bodies dripping with blood. Some of the men have their bodies mangled and torn, their organs barely falling off their bodies. Others have their head crushed or part of it missing, exposing the brains, and missing body parts due to the Cyclops club. Bone sticking out of the skin, while the body part is twisted beyond imaginable. The drowned men were dripping wet, their bodies wrinkled and bloated. Their skin is in a sickly blueish-grey color, the veins more evident due to how pale the body is. Some of them are pierced with the wood from the ship. 

Their screams would always reach his ears, and echo in his eardrums. They do nothing but scream at him, repeating 'Captain! Captain!' are unceasing. Sometimes they would say 'Why did you let the Cyclops kill us?' or 'Why didn't you kill the Cyclops, Captain? We could have gotten home if you did.' They say it with sorrow and fury, tears streaming down their face.

They would grab him by the arm and be dragged towards them. Their ghostly hands were all over his body and dragged him under and under until his body burned and burned. It burns him; it hurts him.

And this pain is excruciating.

It's more pain than he had ever felt in his entire life.

He drowns in this pain and he screams louder than he ever has, his throat hurting as he strains it.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—

His eyes fly open, a cut-off scream escaping his lips as he sits up from the bed while sweat drips on his forehead. He is breathing heavily while feeling his throat close up.

Odysseus looks around in a daze at an unfamiliar room, wondering where he is until remembers that Circe let him and his men stay at her palace for a day or two when she notices his haggard appearance and looks as though he is about to pass out at any moment. She had told him to rest even though he had protested he was fine. His protests did not work. Not when he almost fell to the floor after a step or two.

A sigh escapes from him while running a hand through his hair. He looks outside and presses his lips into a thin line when he notices it's still dark outside. Although he could already see the sun beginning to rise from a distance.

He knows he only got a few hours of sleep. It's not enough to recover the hours of sleep he lost while trying to keep the windbag closed, but he knows it's enough for him to not be dead on his feet when he and his crew visit the underworld to look for the prophet who can help them get back home.

He does not get off the bed to prepare yet. He is still too tired, too exhausted to get his body to move. His mind is too tired to think this early. His body still feels sluggish, slower than he'd like when he moves. It is unbecoming of him to be this slow when he fought in a war that lasted for a decade.

He looks down at his hands visibly shaking. He wonders whether it's from the lack of sleep he got or the nightmare he had. He shakily exhales while grabbing the blankets on top of him and moves them away. Odysseus moves slowly to the side, letting his feet touch the cold floor. His hands are now holding the mattress and he uses it to push himself up.

His body feels heavy, weighing in the exhaustion from everything that has happened so far. He fears he won't be able to come back home to his family if Poseidon continues to go after them and hopes the prophet will help him return home.

If the prophet won't be able to give him answers, he'll try harder to go back home. He'll do anything to go back home to see Penelope and Telemachus again.

Thinking about them gives him a small burst of energy, just barely enough to keep him going for the rest of the time before they set sail.

Odysseus starts preparing for the journey to the underworld, both mentally and physically. Seeing the ghosts of their previous crew will haunt his remaining crew and he needs to be the strong one for them to get through it all. He is the Captain and their King, after all.

He breathes deeply, a repeating motion of inhaling and exhaling to calm himself before leaving the room to meet up with Circe.

A/N: not related to the fanfic at all, but my glasses broke while i was pre-writing this—

anyways sdjfj here is my entry for whumptober 2024 day 26! i struggled writing this because i debated whether this should take place when odyseeus is already reunited with penelope and telemachus or before The Underworld song, but i realized i didn't know how to write penelope so i chose the second one.

to any EPIC: The Musical fans reading this, hi!! this is my second time writing for this fandom and i would appreciate if you also read my previous whumptober 2024 entry (day 25) since it's also an EPIC: The Musical fanfic. that one however takes place when odysseus is still stuck at calypso's island. it's kinda dark so be warned and read the beginning notes to check the warnings that contain in the fic before continuing reading it.

this is unfortunately my last whumptober entry that is pre-written before october. i'll still try my best to write all whumptober 2024 entries, but no promises! btw, sorry this took a while to come out. i was working on writing a theoretical framework for my research proposal and i also had to take physical therapy lmao

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 297, Replies Part 1

1) “Now what happened in BNHA again? Oh right, Horikoshi killed Midnight and Suya now will have to marry Zeus or Hades. Also Bakugo died and Jeanist pulled a jesus, but all that is a bit farther back. But the most important… We lost Mr. Compress Ass. RIP in piece, the buttocks got atomized. Now, let us grief this event, on Chapter 297: Tartarus.”-Appropriate, that we pick up at the place named for the afterlife, given how many have died over the course of this war and how may villains proceed to get “resurrected” into the storyline here.

2) “Ah, right, AfO is still in the deepest parts of Hell, but not for long I suppose.

Time for a great escape?”- Not just his singular escape, but a “great” escape, in the meaning of “large, massive, overwhelming” for everyone

3) “Huh, prison for a mutant in a island away from the mainland, the golden gate bridge… Are we X-men now?”- It’s as much about practicality as any shout-outs, though I don’t doubt those were also a factor. With all the varied and destructive Quirks contained inside the prison walls, building the place to take advantage of a naturally hostile environment (fairly sure the currents around japan are very rough and easy to drown in if you fall in) that also has the advantage of limiting the abilities of any escapees trying to flee the walls fits into both a cost-cutting mindset as well as providing a force that few Quirks can overpower- not even AFO had a 100% guarantee he’d survive if exposed to the harsh underwater pressures below sea level.

For all the godlike stunts they can pull off, it also serves as a reminder that the being who wield these powers are still fragile humans, and easily capable of dying in the right circumstances.

4) “Now, the problem is coming from outside, or from the inside? Because I bet that AfO can`t wait to feel the sun on his potato skin, he’d probably be stirring trouble for fun

Or not, a king stays at his throne after all.”- Technically, it’s Both! And because of his unique situation, both AFOs can take turns sitting on the throne whilst the other goes out to fight the heroes. Never giving another the opportunity to ever actually seize what is “his”, the role of the ultimate villain of the story, even if Tomura has some choice words for him about that, now the pretences are falling away…

5) “Well, it seems to be coming from the outside, so it’s definitely Shigaraki- or at least his body- coming all this way.”-  These guards have some baller designs, and they’re obviously experienced as the front-line guardmen of Tartarus. So it’s telling as to how unfairly overpowered Tomura and his remaining retinue are now, that they last about all of 20 seconds against them, even with the backup of several Armoured Core mechs. They didn’t even die to Tomura, but one of the Near High-Ends (evidenced by Briareos’ body still being intact) showing that these things are still city-levelling threats even if they’re not on the perfected version’s level and in lesser numbers to boot! 6) “If this is Shigaraki then I’m sorry but a code red will be useless, you’re gonna need one of them shrimp colors to represent how fucked the situation is”- Gyges and Briaeros are the names of the Hecatoncheires from Greek myth, fitting with Tartarus’ name and their multi-armed design. It makes me wonder if those are their actual names or just code-names chosen for the front-line defenders of the prison that happened to align with them by sheer coindicence.

7) “…and thus the Stygian depths were cracked apart. Hell is empty, for all the demons have left.”- It’s not the only thing that’s cracking apart. Izuku and the other’s efforts weren’t totally for nothing, it’s only Tomura’s insane healing factor and his willpower that’s holding his body together in rough shape at this point, and every time he strains himself with another Quirk, it threatens to push him past the breaking point and into a blob of viscera. AFO’s retreat was cowardly and disrespectful to the loyalty shown to him, but he’s not totally unfounded to claim that Tomura had had enough fighting, even if his “protégé” disagrees.

8) “Now for real, you guys don’t even have a self-destruct button? C'mon man, all the worst and most dangerous villains and you don’t even have a way to stop them from escaping?”- To be fair to them, I’m pretty sure there is a “breach the walls” button that floods the whole prison from the bottom up, letting the ocean in to drown them like rats – and their electronic defences are sufficiently high enough that even Tomura’s EMP blast wouldn’t have disabled that. It’s just the unknowable spiritual factor of these connecting Quirks between master and apprentice that gave AFO the insight needed to know when and how to best disable that option and prevent them from using it. 9) “Oh, sorry guys, but I don’t think Machia is gonna be able to come. There won’t be a place for him by sunrise I’m afraid.”- Not to mention, there’s the whole issue of storing him (giant-sized) in the first place, let alone questioning the fact that the likely “final resort” of flooding the prison might not even kill him, given how long he can endure hazardous conditions. Frankly, AFO could be stored in the prison because he’s still roughly humanoid-shaped, but Machia just might be uncontainable because he’s got too much raw strength for any structure to contain – and no self-preservation instinct to hold it back even if in a situation like smashing apart the walls keeping the ocean out. 10) “I mean, is he? He was, one day, but after what AfO did to him, I don’t think that’s the case anymore, he’s more like a tool for that monster, there’s no way to save him I’m afraid. And keeping him alive will just allow AfO to use him once he gets out- which is gonna happen in ten minutes I suppose.”- That leads to another moral question, in that, how responsible for his actions is Machia? His intelligence is so low that he doesn’t even seem to care or consider any social norms like even some bizarre-looking Hetromorphs out there do. Everything he does, he does because he’s been “trained” to recognise every order AFO gives him as “good” and anything else is worthless. The guy doesn’t seem to have any real empathy in him for the deaths he’s caused, in much the same way you don’t care about stepping on ants – he simply doesn’t register them at all, neither desiring their deaths, nor caring about any that do. The guy’s mentally broken on some level and is just another tool in AFO’s arsenal, but there’s really no way back for him, because he doesn’t seem to have ever been “normal” at any point we’ve seen. And of course, the secondary issue is that his sheer durability means that we need to resort to weapons of mass destruction to stand a hope of seriously injuring him, which also likely would have the side-effect of weakening his bonds if an explosion didn’t fully kill him, potentially leading to an escape. And that’s all without considering whether or not Japan will even have the option to use said weapons before AFO’s done today… 11) “Wow man, easy there. Those people are monsters, but they are still human, and that’s the scary part. That thing about dehumanizing those that are against you making you unable to see you can become just like them was not taught at your school, right?”- True, but on the other hand, given that they’ve got psychos like Muscular and Moonfish locked up here (who seem both hedonistically compelled to commit acts of brutal violence on another every waking day out of boredom) and criminals implicitly worse than them, you can see how a guy whose inhuman, because the alternative is admitting that there’s an innate violence within everyone that’s just looking for an avenue to show itself @thelreads

[rovingcart]

Ganymede? More Like Gay na Maid!

Welcome to the Olympus Spa

Our services include massages from the most handsome satyrs

Body wash scrubs that will make your skin as white as a marble statue

And a sauna room to have secret affairs with your fellow deities

Welcome to the Olympus Spa

Where we make men feel like gods

The moment I enter the locker room, I see Zeus

Or rather, Zeus sees me

He circles the bathing area like an eagle stalking its quarry

Every casual stretch of his arm is a calculated flap of a wing

And before I know it, his talons are digging into my flesh

Still, I follow him into the sauna

The heavenly sauna has two tiers of seats

The top and the bottom

Zeus perches atop his nest at the peak of the mountain

And I settle down in my place at the bottom

Zeus has grown weathered with age

His hair is reminiscent of a stormy sky

Wrinkles frame his beak of a mouth

Stretch marks line his stomach like arcs of lightning

And massive thunder thighs are barely hidden within

The towel wrapped around his waist

And so, I bow at his feet

The thing about gods, I have learned

Is that they don’t like to hunt for their prey

No, gods love to be worshipped

They want mortals to do all of the work

So, I offer myself to Zeus

I give him my hands to serve

I give him my lips in prayer

And he offers me nothing in return

Instead he sits upon his throne

As if touched by Midas

As if gazed by Medusa

As if unaware how to touch another man

He doesn’t even spare me a glance

All too soon, Poseidon enters the sauna

And Zeus’s towel drapes down like a curtain call

Forming a wall between us

Poseidon looks at us knowingly

He has a tan complexion, like he just came from the beach

His mane is cut short, reminding me of grains of sand

He is as large and intimidating as the sea

Every step he takes feels like an earthquake

And I will not reveal how I know this

But let it be said that I truly believe Poseidon created horses

Poseidon sits down beside Zeus

Their knees are a Greek Tragedy apart

And all of a sudden

Poseidon’s towel cascades off his lap like an undertow

And so I get down on my knees before him, as well

I do not often devote myself to multiple gods at the same time

But I am nothing if not pious

Unlike Zeus, Poseidon does not abstain from touching mortals

He stands up, towering over me like a tidal wave

His hooves yank my hair like a chariot racer tugging on the reigns

But he bucks his hips like he’s the horse itself

Like a raging tsunami, every touch is harsh and brutal

So I do my best not to drown

And for my efforts, I am blessed with a flood

That tastes as salty as the ocean

I swallow Poseidon’s ivory ichor

Hardly able to breathe

Yet somehow I am dubbed

The Cupbearer of the Olympians

But Zeus is still seated next to Poseidon

And there he remains seated

Even after Poseidon gallops from the shore and exits the sauna

Apparently, Zeus has now lost interest in me

Perhaps he was suddenly stricken with pity for his poor wife

Perhaps he didn’t like the idea of sharing his new plaything

Or perhaps he resents that his master bolt is smaller than Poseidon’s trident

Regardless, Zeus elects to ignore me for the rest of the night

No matter how much I beg, and plead, and grovel

He instead flies back to the lounge to search the perimeter for his next meal

Leaving not even a feather behind

Eventually, I am joined by Apollo

Apollo is one of the younger gods

He looks about my age, at least

Except every inch of him is sun kissed

His eyes are as bright as day

And his smile radiates warmth

He glides over to the top bench

Where he spreads his legs in front of me

And like the others, I prostrate myself beneath him

When his hands reach towards me

I expect him to pull my hair ruthlessly

Or to push my head down without mercy

But instead, he runs his fingers through my hair as he massages my head

But instead, he trails his digits down my nape and rubs circles around my back

But instead, he just holds me close

And unlike the others, when he breaks away

He asks me to follow him

At first I think he’s leading me to the steam room

So that the sun can rise up to the clouds amongst the other holy ones

Apollo is the god of theater and music

He performs best when he is on a stage

And I am his newest prop or instrument

But instead he guides me to a single shower stall

He shelters us in rain and laughter

And he’s still just holding me close

If he is the sun, then I am the earth

And his light reaches for every part of me with a grin

He lathers his hands in soap and scrubs both of us clean

I leave a hickey on his shoulder blade

He still holds me close

I suck on his neck

He still holds me close

I bite his throat

He still holds me close

I lick along his jaw

He still holds me close

I nuzzle our cheeks together until our lips softly graze

And we kiss

While we hold each other close

At long last, I am brought into ascension

And I finally feel

Divine

Thank you for coming to the Olympus Spa

Where we make men feel like gods

We hope to see you again

[femsolid]

Hii ^^ I read in one of the asks you answered that the bible is bad plagiarism and I wanted to know more about it (i'll try looking up the web but it'd be rly better to hear your explanation [hope i'm not bothering u ^^'])

Of course!

1. God the Father created a man from clay then breathed life into him. He then created a woman, as an afterthought, to keep the man company. (She turned out to be a mistake...)

Nammu is the goddess who created the world and all the gods, according to the summerians, one of the oldest civilisation on earth. She decided to create humans from clay. She told her children, the god of water Enkil and the goddess of earth Ninmah, to work on it together.

According to greek mythology, humans were created from clay as well, by a titan and a goddess: Prometheus molded the human body while Athena breathed life into it.

According to chinese mythology, the goddess Nuwa created all humans from clay. Also, when the planet was under threat by a global flood, she saved us all.

In the Bible the creation becomes entirely male and symbolises male superiority.

2. God the Father kills every human and every animal in a fit of rage by drowning the whole planet except his favourite guy, Noah, the local drunk, and his little family, they build an ark and survive.

The egyptian Goddess Sekhmet sent a global flood to destroy humans, following Ra's order, because they were too unfaithful.

According to Hindu mythology, Lord Vishnu turned into a fish and warned his favourite human that a big flood was coming and told him to build a giant boat and gather all grains and all animals on it.

The god Zeus decided to flood the earth too, to punish humanity. Prometheus warned one man, advising him to build an ark in order to be saved. After a few days, the water started receding and the ark landed on a mountain.

In the Epics of Gilgamesh, the exact same thing happens. The man on the boat even sends a bird to find land, like Noah.

The plagiarism here is really blatant.

3. So the LORD God said to the serpent: “Because you have done this, cursed are you above all livestock and every beast of the field! And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your seed and her seed."

The goddess Nammu I mentionned earlier, who created the world and invented the recipe for humans through the use of earth mixed with water, was represented with a snake head. The chinese goddess Nuwa, also mentionned above, was represented as having the body of a snake. The babylonian goddess Tiamat took the form of a giant snake when she gave birth to the world, and specifically snakes and dragons. The greek goddess Gaïa created the world and all gods and goddesses, including her daughter Python, who took the form of a giant serpent, guarding Gaïa's sanctuary. She is often represented as a dragon. Buddha is also guarded and protected by a snake with multiple heads, so is the hindu god Shiva. The cobra is also omnipresent in the egyptian culture. There's also the ouroboros. Though serpents are traditionally associated with women, even Athena is accompanied by one. We could also mention the furies or the gorgons, most notably Medusa. Christian illustrations often represent the snake in the garden of Eden as a woman, plain and simple.

In the Bible the serpent, a divine and feminine animal, is turned into the devil.

4. At the end of times, God the Father defeats his ultimate enemy, the Leviathan. She is described in the bible as a female sea monster, the serpent, the dragon who lives in the sea.

In the most ancient religions, in the begining there was nothing but water. No sky, no earth, just water with a goddess living in it. The babylonian goddess Tiamat was described as part woman part fish, like a mermaid. She created all the other gods by mixing waters together. But during her battle against the god Marduk, (she was trying to avenge her lover) she took the form of a giant sea snake. She lost the battle and her body was divided into parts, from which the earth and the sky were born, creating the planet. According to the aztec religion, the goddess Tlaltecuhtli was a terrifying sea creature. Two male gods killed her and cut her body into 6 parts, each one creating the sky, the mountains, trees etc. The water serpent is probably the most famous mythological creature of east asia. Think chinese, japanese, vietnamese or korean dragon. It has the body of a snake and the head of a dragon. With time it developped other features and eventually even flew into the air, but it still is a water serpent deity.

Again, in the Bible the goddess and the serpent are vilified and presented as major enemies of the patriarchal god. And now you also have to think about all the brave knights fighting dragons in our culture, given that the dragon is originally a female and divine figure.

5. Don't touch the magic tree! Don't eat the magic fruit!

In Norse mythology, Ask and Embla were the first man and woman, created from trees and given various gifts of life by three gods, Odin and his two brothers, one of which breathed life into them (again).

Sacred trees are common in mythology, they are symbols of immortality and fertility. Lest we forget Yggdrasil the Great Tree of Life.

In the Bible God the Father doesn't want humans anywhere near the trees of knowledge and immortality. He also keeps getting angry at those who worship the goddess Asherah/Astarte, represented by a tree or a sacred grove. She's also called Asteroth, which means sacred tree. She's mentioned about 40 times in the Bible, truly an important figure at the time and a competing religion. During the Northern Crusades of the Middle Ages, conquering Christians commonly built churches on the sites of sacred groves. The goddess' lover is Baal, a god represented with horns, he's also described as a major enemy in the Bible. His name evolves into Baal Zebub (derogatory) and he quickly becomes Beelzebub: the devil. That's where the horns come from, people worshiped gods and goddesses represented as animals back then, but the Bible folks hated that and successfully demonized it.

So the Bible tells us to hunt down those who worship Astarte and Baal, as they are false gods competing with the real patriarchal god, and to slit their throat and burn their temples. The Bible and its christian commentators routinely call the female followers of the goddess "harlots" and "whores" protecting their "foul rites".

Going back to the magic fruit:

Gilgamesh was told of “the plant of heartbeat” that was in the ocean. The plant was supposed to make people young again so Gilgamesh would become immortal if he could get it. But a serpent silently stole the plant while Gilgamesh was bathing. Gilgamesh saw the serpent shed its skin, which made the story of becoming young again seem true. He lost his last chance to have immortality. Which brings full circle to Biblical God’s second story of creation in Genesis 2.

6. Mary, giving birth to God (or god's son) Jesus the shepard of the people yada yada.

Traditionally, ancient religions that whorshipped a female creator would have her son (and lover, often a god or demi-god himself) killed, which would then become a day of mourning/celebration, like easter. It was a ritual sacrifice. We see it with Ishtar and Tamuzi and Inanna's son Damuzi. She would call him "the legitimate son" and "shepard of the people". He died... but don't worry, he gets resurrected every spring. Cybele had a son too, Attis, he died and resurrected 3 days later. And, although the Bible tells us that women are worthless, that mothers are irrelevant and Mary is barely even mentionned, the mother of the shepard Jesus has become idolized in keeping with ancient religions. The Virgin Mary is as famous as her son. The Bible didn't manage to completely erase the worship of the female creator.

[holdyourwine]

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o’ th’ sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Featuring Poseidon, please read it at night and listen to the songs for a better experience.

In the record of mankind's history, the one beneath its enticing story, the one who laid untold for no one to know.

Speak of mortal lives, souls that shrouded the earth with their each step and trace ; an ocular proof left for the descendants of theirs, something to reminisce for. Over 200.000 years written upon the script of mankind’s stages of life, though the story is but a little clue to look back at year 1879, a coast in the continent of Europe, where the sea lies with its majestic yet grief swept away within the waves, remaining the white sand of how once a pair of leg were so kind to collide with it. The ocean is always known to have many various secrets, either the truth of its king ; Poseidon, and the remains of a young maiden’s soul whose grave stands amidst the ocean.

The god of the seas, the honorable one. That sapphires within his eyes are sharing the same sight as the blue, free ocean, with the unknown depth companies the empty space beneath its surface, a pair of magnificence orbs that no one’s ever had collided with the black pupils. He does not bother to waste the effort nor the time for lower creatures, as he sits upon his glorious throne as he rules his sea ; ocean that floods the 70% part of earth, as to be a proof for how he holds the title of the most fearsome yet godlike god amongst any other gods exist. Offerings to prayers he receives for eons since he comes to know humans shroud the shore of each sea, yet none ever pleased him enough to lure Poseidon himself on dragging his heavy steps off the coast.

No one tells the tale ; how the arrogant god does take a slight fascination upon the chastity-covered praises to devotion a human chants, for how he always turns his head from mortals. Those eyes talk like a telescope, as the direction of sight he has for 21 years lands to a light who sits near the shore for almost every day passed within her life. A light spoken as a young lady with an astonishment that never grows weary to latch onto her very eyes for the times they meet with the sight of the ocean. Poseidon recalls his immortal record of memories within his head, as he finds a trace of the first time she ever saw the ocean.

Pulling back the string to 9 years ago, as to when the crashing wave welcomed a little girl for her premiere sight ; glimmering irises were glued to the blue with no one knowing its end, to be only met with the horizon that is besmirched with orange hue. The furor created by his little brother ; Zeus, is where Poseidon found himself drowning in boredom whilst his body was lost between the many gods and goddesses that are counted as his family, to be said a family banquet. The peak of it made the sea god dived down to his realm of thought, jumped into a spiral that connected him with every seas ; those ocean eyes of his may looked as if he was staring at nothing but cold marble tile beneath him, however, the eyes of divine self can wander around the earth with his unstoppable vision.

Poseidon just shifted his attention for a mere minute to the young maiden, who was still very young. The thought of how the wave could sweep her tiny frame away to be the meal of sea predators deep beneath the surface was slipping into him, before a soft ringing chimed in his head ; a very signal at all times his name is within their prayer to their praise. A scrunch decorated his forehead as he noticed it came from the innocent soul who stood in astonishment upon his shore.

Her little giggle when the sweep of wave reached her feet, short hair effortlessly kept ruining her sight whilst that sand-decorated hand of hers tried to keep the strands away ; was in age 13 she found herself drowns within the thought of, “By this I shall thank him for the precious gift ; O lord, merciful Poseidon.”

Time flies, years pass, the sea watches the growth of a young girl. To every silk fabric that splitted away between her thighs as the sea breeze wildly crashes the body, to the stretch upon her skin as she grows plump and plumper as a virgin, to every drop of salty water that cradles her lower frame, to countless time those cherry lips of hers chant the sea god’s grand name. Truth of mortal lives, Poseidon grows still with himself whilst his devotee reaches her maturity ; to grow as a lovely and beautiful person that stands in a face of age same with his look.

The god of the sea grows fond for every year passed with such devotion she grants to his ocean, to him. For his eons not knowing a very humane person ever not leave the temple of their god when they reach the blessedness that the gods themselves had granted them, to be a forgotten name and myth prior gaining back their worship when the storm strikes again ; a very typical of mortals that never ceases to disgust Poseidon. She alone is who stands in the shore with her blithe to woe, be kind enough to let her knees down to thank the blessings he gives for every condition that envelops her life.

Though, being a divine self is not enough for Poseidon to stop the time flow.

Age 22.

“Evening, Lord Poseidon.”

A swift tilt of his head brings his eyes to wander around nothing but empty space in his throne room ; eyelids flutter close to grant him more peace as he too wants to visit her. How the sea lord has to hold his divine self back from making a scene for sudden appearance in their place, the coast that becomes her second home, for years he always wants to feel the pure look of her eyes upon his noble mien, for a glance to her trembling shoulders as he stands before her, for how that subtle skin of hers feels like.

“Hours ago, a fine man visited my home. To my surprise, my lord, I did expect no words such as asking my hand in marriage! My, for no doubt I was stuck in amazement.”

And? Did you offer your hand over it?

“Will I not lend my finger to be wrapped with that gold ring he offered? Is silly, no man worthy.”

Pink rises upon her cheeks as a beaming laugh leaves her lips ; whispering something kind of dismissing the jest seconds prior for she is supposed to pour the talk with the sea god. Conversations have always been easy, the girl and him. With nothing but mildness she lets the prejudiced whispers behind her back as walkers witness no one as her dialogue friend. Poseidon lets the salty water cradle her skin, each sweep holds so much tenderness that brings a delighted smile upon the lady’s face ; she knows for sure whoever the lord behind its greatness, he is delivering his regards.

Age 27.

The sea welcomes the presence of hers as the waves become calm soon she rests her bottom upon the white sand. It is always the times of her visit when Poseidon watches her from afar, from a place that she cannot even imagine— yet those sharp eyes of his catches the very scene of the concealed woe beneath her warm smile manages to pull all the business away from the sea god’s desk ; as he tries to find his own calm with her regular talk.

“I greet Lord Poseidon today like other days that have passed.”

Greetings.

Cheek against the folded knee, her eyelashes shade those eyes of hers as they glance to the seashells. “I do not desire marriage, my lord, for how I want to walk on my own feet to my dreams. Yet the offerings come with no hesitation everyday to gain my presence as their spouse.”

Silence fills his head, as he stares at the shift of her body ; her head straight to the horizon with a troubled countenance. “Lady Amphitrite— how is she, my lord? Does matrimony bring happiness for you? Is being able to hold the love of your life such an overwhelming bliss?”

As I thought, from mortals. I know no one named Amphitrite, idiot.

“I should have not fallen for a god such as you, my lord.”

The finale. He finds nobody minutes later as the last thing he can feel was her bid of farewell. His heart falls to the bottom of void, bubbling rage with unknown feelings start to build themselves to appear to the surface as he knows for she is daring to abandon him, leaving the pure love she had in the shore for no one can hold.

Age 31.

Youth. Beauty. Poseidon has not found any sign of maturing wrinkles to her lovely face for she is reaching her three-heads. For years the coast has not felt the warm presence of her, by now it all comes back. A god, like Poseidon does not need to put much effort to have his vision over the young maiden as she is in truth never broke the every prayer she only chants to him. But still, the sea missed her.

Back to the sky, speaking of the immortal’s mind, Poseidon lets the minutes pass with nothing but him feeling her through the water ; with each delicate sway of her hands underneath the surface. Shame fills his being as the mighty god such as him, who is known for not daring a look and interests on mortals, now standing with the fondness that he is pleased enough to dismiss if the annoying feeling does not come to tickle his heart every time she is near his range.

The bloody rebellion must have happened back in the Olympus if The Poseidon bears a romantic feeling, let alone to a human. He needs to bury it, always, for it shall not come to take himself back and make an appearance before her ; selfish enough to hold her small hands for eternity.

But the immortal should not stand with the mortal one. The law has been written with the golden supply that runs under his skin and such an embodiment of perfection cannot break as he is being the one whom other deities look as a muse.

Indeed, it is going this way as it should be.

Age 33.

A terror runs within his blood as the iron liquid besmirches the clear water of his sea ; he would not care for a single drop of red, regularly, but the name lies in the blood and manages to bring horror upon his sculpted face. His heavy steps drag his body to the balcony of his room, with darkness of night enveloping the sky. What has gone wrong?

Poseidon looks down, as he is holding himself from revealing his appearance to the young— no, to the lady. No shore, just a cliff with the bottom of crashing waves hitting the rocks each second. Chest rises and down in every hard breath she takes, a gaping wound decorates her lower right chest, deep enough to soak the soft blue satin of her night gown with red. The scene does not look good, is making the sea god finds the one who did it with his ability— to only be met with the vision of two men made a ruckus by breaking in to the sweet little house of hers whilst she was sleeping, being pushed by the shame and anger of getting rejected when he was kind enough to get on one knee ; was evil enough to teamed up with other man who too feels it.

Blasted mortals, look what have you done.

She knows, the sharp thing did pierce her vital organs for she is only granted minutes before she drives to the soul realm. Panic rushes within her veins as she hastily moves her legs to escape ; the sea, the nearest way for her to see the big amount of salty water. What a pity, the tremble she has cannot help her to reach the shore she always visits, though it is only beneath the cliff.

“A-ahh … my dear lord, please, hear my prayer for this shall be my end—”

A clench hits the sea god’s heart, balled fist against the marble of the balcony fence as those eyelids flutter close, trying to cease the uneasiness he feels.

That body of hers, falling to the ground with no sign of energy fills her ; in the edge, just a single blow of wind could push her body down as these drops of red in her tangled hand keep falling down to the sea. The life has grown weary from her face, with no pink hue decorating her lips and cheeks just like how Poseidon saw her regularly in their place.

“With no prejudice I hope from you— and with many pride dwell within me, I have spent my life with you,” the faint voice starts to fading as her head hangs low.

Blood-mixed saliva she gulps, “There is no enough gratitude even in the hundreds of lives I live to show how happy I was with the sea of yours, to show how I have dared to cross your line to … to bear a love for a god.”

Save your breath, run to any walkers.

“Lord Poseidon, the one who has my heart to all of my atoms, if I meet my death, this is the death of a girl whose soul is destined to be yours, whose heart is for you and your greatness.”

Stop.

“May the Gods be so kind enough to let the remains of me be reborn and once again within the embrace of your majesty.”

Haste, yet not enough fast for the mighty lord of the sea to appear behind her ; landing a foot in the earth for he is always despising the idea. The cold atmosphere cradles her back as she slowly turns her head, hazy eyes meet those ocean blue ; for he cannot find any surprise in her face but a soft smile, too soft it brings a shot of pain to his marble-cold self. 20 years of the story and the very last moment of her stage of life she can ever witness how her god looks like.

“So— you, my lord, may I pray for a wish?”

Just a metre away, just a second away for he could catch that limp body ; preventing it from growing more lifeless and falling back.

“Cradle my soul with your sea, always— caress my soul with your warmth,”

That delicate voice of hers, growing faint as the body dives down the gravity. Should he jump to catch her?

As people said, do not alloy the science matter with religious aspect ; for he is defeating the pull of earth’s core, for those big arms of his to finally able to hold her frail frame— seconds pass so fast yet between these, his hearing catches the soft whisper from her lips before they painfully hit the surface of the ocean.

“O dear God, why?”

It is so dark, almost thinking she already enters death if the blonde strands of his do not blur her sight underwater ; a little moonlight shines, illuminating the look of his face as life leaves her body. The coldness of the sea slips to the sea god’s body, to his very being as a peculiar rage forms within his chest upon creating the imaginary scenes of tempest he will throw to the city who took her ; of shattered bodies in pieces of two men who took her from him.

What a foolish act he had taken. Yet he finds no regret of doing so, for he wants her to know those years of her devotion are delivered well to him ; for they had been connected for years to the very end of her life. For he wishes the last look of his eyes is enough to let herself know, that she was dying in no sorrow for having a love that she thought will never reach him.

This is it. Mortal. He could have used these past years to visit the shore, to beat his ego for lowering himself, to abide with her hands as years consumed her age, to be pleased enough to share the golden blood of his for the red of hers. For she is no more when he managed to reach her. No regret. So then, he brings her body and soul to lie in his place, for him to be the last to see her before she is completely erased from that divine land ; hearing no ill sentences from other deities as they know how precious she was to make such an apathetic god like Poseidon puts aside his pride to be seen with mortal.

This is the closing of their story, the concise story yet dear for her lifetime ; a tragedy in romance of two souls who never even glanced to each other's eyes yet such a strong attachment formed, a tragedy in romance of a human and a god, who is later only to be a reminiscence for the immortal one as history changes.

This is how a devotee of Poseidon meets the closing. She passed away at the sea.

[] nesi's note ; eheh i already said that all works are under the same universe but i desire this one so yeah it's outside the Your Fondness, Lord Poseidon. oh, and— i think the ending is suck bec i was in hurry last night, i also wanted to make it Poseidon just stare at the empty spot where she was before she falls to the sea, but that's too much </3

[desyeuxdeluna]

𝐈𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬 ↠ 𝐋.𝐓𝐘

pairings: icarus!taeyong x female reader

wc: 20k

genre: greek mythology au, fluff, angst.

warnings: death scene by drowning, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of greek gods, talks of resurrection, major character’s death. (if i forgot anything please tell me)

summary → “his reckless behaviour is a lesson that’s taught to everyone around the world, parents scare their kids with his story, he was just a boy back then, yet, he never knew he was the moral of this tragic story, the boy who died because he flew too close to the sun.”

icarus playlist.

taglist: @junjungsunwoo @inseongsfoxybae @lovelyjungwoo98 @ariesserpent @jeonghannieangel @hanniihae410 @keoyaa97 @ksofthours

polyagapiménos → a greek word for darling

a/n: happy birthday to our best boy, lee taeyong💗 i literally spent 10 months writing this fic, it became one of my personal favourites, please appreciate my hard work by giving me feedback and reblogs so it reaches bigger audience. this is my way to celebrate bubu’s birthday, i hope you enjoy the fic. thank you. 💖

Crete, 12th century B.C.

Soaring above Crete, on wings made from wax and feathers, Icarus, the son of Daedalus, defied the laws of both man and nature, ignoring the warnings from his father, he rose higher and higher. To witnesses on the ground, he looked like a god, and as he peered down from above, he felt like one too. But, in mythological ancient Greece, the line that separated god from man was absolute, and the punishment for mortals who attempted to cross it was severe. Such was the case for Icarus and Daedalus.

Daedalus could only watch in horror as Icarus ascended higher and higher, powerless to change his son’s dire fate. When the heat of the sun melted the wax on his wings, Icarus fell from the sky, just as Daedalus many times had ignored the consequences of defying the natural laws of mortal men in the service of his ego, Icarus was also carried away by his own hubris.

“Icarus!”

A scream erupted from the father, as he watched his son fall from the sky, his artificial wings dissolved, Icarus kept flapping his wings but soon realised that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his featherless arms, he was holding onto the wood where the feathers were once placed for dear life. He knows he should’ve listened to his father, he shouldn’t have flown too close to the sun.

He was scared, he grew confident, no, overconfident, he was overwhelmed by the idea of flying, the ecstasy of freedom, and the feeling the air, he was touching the clouds, it gave him a godly feeling... He felt as if he was a god, and that was what boosted his confidence, and overcome with the feeling of divine power that came with it, he ignored his father’s frequent warnings, but now he was paying for it. He shouldn’t have flown too close to the sun.

Icarus fell into the sea, he didn’t know how to swim, and as a result, the water entered his lungs filling them, and he felt as if they were burning. He was scared of the idea of dying, he was still young, he shouldn’t die because of the first mistake he made, he was young and supposed to be learning from his mistakes not dying because of them. He tried to return to the surface, but it was all in vain, he saw his own life flashes before his eyes, unfortunately, it was short, soon enough he let himself go letting the darkness consume him, with one thought on his mind.

He shouldn’t have flown too close to the sun.

***

Heracles carried the young man’s body as he went to bury him in the tomb he erected. Heracles looked down at Icarus whose body had gone pale and his hair lost the shining it held, He was doubting if he should bury him and just go on his way, or take him to his father... Zeus.

He pitied the boy, he was young, he was reckless, and he was just living the life of youth, all the kids around his age were like him. Unfortunately, his story was going to be legendary, parents are going to teach their kids to listen to them or else they will end up like Icarus.

The boy who should’ve listened to his father and didn’t fly close to the sun.

Heracles stopped when he heard a movement coming from between the bushes, he whipped around ready to fight whoever stood in his way, but instead, he saw a woman in a hood looking at him, and he knew from that moment, this woman was a witch.

He put the body he was carrying a moment ago on the ground and looked at the woman with fire in his eyes. “What do you want?” he asked.

“Ah, no need to worry about me, I mean no harm. I’m here to tell you that Hades is looking for this boy.” she replied and Heracles looked at her wide-eyed.

He knew better than not to trust witches, but he knows what his uncle was capable of, this boy had already faced a tragic ending, he doesn’t need to witness another one. Debating what to do, he turned to the witch once more and asked her.

“What should I do then?”

The witch smiled and replied before disappearing into the darkness. “Take him to your father, give the boy another chance.”

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     Seoul, 21th century CE.

Looking at the sun as if it took something precious from him, he didn’t understand how could people love something that can be so dangerous, sure it gives them light and warmth, but it can also destroy anything that comes too close to it... Even if you look at it for a while, you lose your eyesight.

“Taeyong? What are you doing here?”

He heard a soft voice calling him, he tore his eyes away from the sun and turned to look at the woman he loves with all of his heart.

He smiled and turned around again and replied, “Watching the sunset.”

You looked at him in amusement and went to stand next to him, he held your hand as he looked at the sun with the same gaze he was looking at earlier.

“Well, if I’m correct, my vampire of a boyfriend hates looking at the sun,” you said as he let out a chuckle wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Just because I dislike the sun, doesn’t mean I’m a vampire!” he said whining playfully causing your smile to widen. 

“Maybe you’re right, I mean, it’s not like you bite me or anything,” you said sighing dramatically, and he smirked mockingly.

“But I do bite you sometimes,” he said causing you to blush and look ahead of you, Taeyong smiled seeing you so flustered like this.

Meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened to Taeyong, he was unfortunate almost all his life, as if he was cursed, he can’t go to a place where people wouldn’t stop looking at him, you assured him many times that it was because he was too handsome, but he disagrees. He thinks it’s like people are judging him, and he doesn’t know for what exactly, he was pretty normal, or maybe that was what he convinced himself to think. When he was young, Taeyong felt different from the other kids his age, he remembers when his parents first took him to the beach when he was six years old, he remembers how he cried upon seeing the water, yelling and begging for his parents to get away from it.

But then you came, his new coworker, and it was like all the abnormalities in his life vanished the moment he set his eyes on you, you were like a blooming rose in the middle of a dead field, you gave life to everything around you, he was captivated by your beauty, it was from another world, he was sure you were an angel, even the way you acted with people around you, either they were friends or strangers, you were kind and always held a smile on your face, and was very delicate with the delicate things. 

It took him a lot of time to approach you, he thought if he walked up to you asking you on a date, you were going to laugh at him and tell him that you had a boyfriend. But the opposite happened, you greeted him with a smile and told him that you had no problem with going on a date with him, and since then, romance blossomed between the two of you until he finally asked you to be his girlfriend which made you over the moon.

Taeyong treated you with nothing but love, he treated you like you were the most delicate flower, he was always so affectionate with you and made sure that you feel loved and happy all the time, he was also super supportive of you, and when you achieve something or impress your employers at work, he would sit with a smile on his face and feel his heart swell with love, and he may or may not boast about it to his coworkers and friends.

“Did Johnny tell you about the new location of the wedding?” you asked causing your boyfriend to look at you smiling and nodded.

“Yes, he called me yesterday, I’m really happy for him,” Taeyong answered as his mind drifted back to when he witnessed his friend proposing to his girlfriend, and how he was over the moon when she agreed to marry him. He also wishes for the same future with you, it was no secret that Taeyong wanted to marry you, you were the only woman he pictured as his wife and the mother of his children.

“Yeah, me too,” you said as you took Taeyong’s hand in yours, giving him comfort from the anxiety that overcome his body.

Taeyong gave no reaction but nodded, he felt uneasy travelling to another country, he didn’t understand why Johnny had to travel to another country to hold his wedding when he could’ve held it in their country where everyone would be able to attend. He can easily apologize to Johnny for not going to the wedding and avoid travelling, but he knows how his friend is going to be let down by the news, and he didn’t want to disappoint Johnny because he was scared.

“Yuri told me that she was the one who suggested holding the wedding in Icaria, she wanted to do something different,” you paused when you noticed the troubled look on Taeyong’s face and asked, “Taeyong? Darling, are you okay?”

He didn’t answer you right away, it seemed as if he had trouble speaking, he was doubting if you would understand what he was feeling, but he knew that you would never judge him, quite the opposite, he knows you were going to make sure to help him until he felt better. 

Your eyes held nothing but pure concern for your lover, you were worried about him, you know he could be weird at times, despite that, you loved him unconditionally. You held his hand, noting that they were sweating and you were sure it wasn’t from the weather. You watched as he took a deep breath before looking at you once again, his eyes held doubt and vulnerability.

“I’m scared... The idea of travelling to another foreign country makes me anxious, I know I’m being irrational, but it scares me so much, I sometimes feel like the idea is suffocating me as if it wants me dead. But I have to, if I don’t go Johnny is going to be disappointed, he’s counting on me Y/N, and I can’t let him down.” Taeyong confessed, looking everywhere but your eyes.

You sighed hugging him, he hugged you back tightly, the familiar feeling of comfort and relief filled him, he felt like the mountain of worries he held on his shoulders had been lifted by your simple touch, and that’s another reason why Taeyong loves you so much. You ran a hand through his hair soothing him completely.

“Hey now, it’s okay, I’m with you, you don’t have to worry about anything as long as I’m around,” you whispered and he hummed contently causing you to smile. You didn’t let go of him until he pulled away first, you always made sure he was okay before starting to talk to him about his problem.

“Taeyong, polyagapiménos,” you said and he closed his eyes smiling upon hearing the pet name, you continued, “I know that travelling to another country scares you and you have every right to be... If I’m being honest, I’m scared too, but I know that it’d be alright because I have you with me, and that’s all that matters.” he rested his forehead against yours affectionately, as he closed his eyes in affection smiling slightly. “As long as we’ve each other, I don’t want anything else from the world. Think about this as a vacation for both of us, to have a break from all the work and stress we’re going through. What do you say?” you said and he opened his eyes looking at you.

Thinking about your words, they sent a wave of calmness through him, he needed words of comfort that made all his doubts go away, he didn’t want his fear getting in the way of his friendship with Johnny, he couldn’t lose him because the idea of flying terrified him. But, there you were, chasing away all his fears with your comforting words, he felt as if he was Atlas, the Titan who was responsible for bearing the weight of the heavens on his shoulders, but you, you were an angel who disobeyed Zeus’ orders and set him free because that was enough for his punishment.

Taeyong looked at you like you put the stars in the sky, he kissed your lips softly, you smiled through the kiss and ran your hand through his hair. His lips tasted so sweet, his lips were like a drug that you were addicted to, not only his lips but all of him, you could never get enough of him.

He pulled away smiling pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and put his other hand on your cheek, “I don’t know what I would do without you.” he whispered and you smiled leaning into his hand kissing the palm of his hand.

“You don’t have to worry about that, I’m not going anywhere,” you promised and he smiled.

“Good, because I don’t plan on letting you go at all.”

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In a place that looked like a castle, the roof was so high that no one could ever see its end, the walls were gold and beautifully decorated as if it was heaven itself. Then a very muscular man walked through the gates carrying a body. He lied the body he was carrying on the ground, the man sat on one knee and looked ahead of him.

“Heracles.”

He looked up to see an enormous man who looked at him with a small smile gracing his features, he looked human, but he sure wasn’t one.

“Father,”

“Long time no see, son.” His father said causing the son to smile.

“I know, I’m sorry. I came here with an issue.” Heracles started as his father nodded motioning for him to continue, “This boy... He was flying with his father to get away from King Minos, but he flew close to the sun and his feathers melted causing him to fell into the sea and drowned... I met a witch, and she told me that Hades is looking for him, and she ordered me to take him to you. She told me to give him another chance.” Heracles explained but Zeus didn’t seem phased.

“You do know that the boy thought of himself as a god when he was flying? His father thought that he could compete with the god’s powers... It was only a punishment for him to lose his son like that. Besides, I cannot interfere in Hades’ business, I gave him my word, this is an absolute rule I set, and even if I did allow this, he will never allow this to happen.” the father replied and his son looked at him pleadingly.

“Father, please, he’s just a boy, he was reckless, save him. He doesn’t deserve to be sent to Hades, please.” Heracles pleaded in pain, Heracles was feeling like that because he had a son who was almost the same age as him, and his son died. And he didn’t wish the same fate upon the boy he wanted to save desperately.

Zeus looked at him, a war igniting within him, he looked at Athena, who was sitting on her throne patiently, calm, and collected. Zeus sighed as he walked over to the boy who was lying on the ground of Olympus, Zeus looked at him and the broken wood where the feathers were placed, Zeus put his hand on the boy’s shoulder, and an incredible light shone from the back of his shoulder.

Heracles watched in amazement as his father stood over the dead boy, the broken woods were long gone, but a scar appeared on the back of both his shoulders, he sighed knowing that the way his father punished the boy for thinking about being a god, and also for being reckless.

Zeus stepped away from him and nodded at Hermes to take the body of the boy away, Heracles anxiously watched the boy being taken away by his half-brother. And Zeus turned around looking at Heracles and said.

“He shall have a second chance then.”

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The sky was clear, the clouds were decorating it beautifully, the birds were flying away their wings making the most peaceful sound, the sound of freedom. Looking beneath him, he saw a man in his mid-fifties flying with his arms extended and he wore artificial wings, furrowing his eyebrows, he then noticed how his arms were also extended and he saw the artificial wings he also wore.

Feeling worried, he felt the sunlight hitting his face, he looked up and looked away immediately because the sun was right in front of him. He tried to fly away from it, but suddenly he saw the feathers falling off from his wings and his breath hitched in his throat.

“Icarus!”

He fell from the sky as his wings did earlier, he was falling fast and then closed his eyes the moment his body hit the water as he started drowning painfully.

***

Taeyong opened his eyes breathing heavily, his chest was heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath as if he finished running a marathon. Looking beside him, he saw you sleeping peacefully, he stood up not wanting to disturb your sleep. He went to the bathroom to wash his face to help him recover from the nightmare.

It was the same nightmare he has been getting ever since he decided that he was going to Icaria for Johnny and Yuri’s wedding. He didn’t know why this was happening, and he didn’t know why he also was getting this nightmare in particular. He took a deep breath as he splashed his face with the water, after a few seconds he wiped his face with the towel, and felt an ache in the blades of his shoulders.

Taeyong sighed in pain as he touched the part that was hurting him the most, he felt his hand touch something rough. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked into the mirror to see the scar that he didn’t know when he got it, and he also touched the same scar on the other shoulder.

Looking in the mirror, he saw you standing behind him rubbing your eyes cutely, Taeyong smiled and turned to look at you, taking your face between his hands.

“Darling? Why are you awake?” Taeyong asked, feeling bad for interrupting your sleep.

“I got scared when I didn’t see you next to me, so I came looking for you,” you explained and Taeyong smiled at your cuteness, bringing one of your hands up to his lips kissing it lovingly.

“I’m sorry, I just had a bad dream,” Taeyong said and you furrowed your eyebrows at his words. Taeyong avoided meeting your eyes, you gently put a finger under his chin, causing his head to rise, your eyes meeting his, you saw how vulnerable he was.

“The same nightmare?” you asked and he nodded sighing. “Do you think about it a lot? Maybe that’s why you keep on seeing the same nightmare...” you trailed and Taeyong shook his head.

“No, it’s not like that, I don’t try to think of it because I know it’s only going to affect me, I try to avoid it at any point... But it keeps on haunting me.” Taeyong explained his voice small and weak.

You sighed heavily trying to get his mind off the nightmare, but you didn’t know what to say. Taeyong turned back to the mirror and then looked at you asking.

“Do you feel anything? Here?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and touched the blade of his shoulder, you traced it delicately only to feel the pattern of the scar.

“No, it’s normal,” you replied and that made Taeyong more confused. He was wondering how you couldn’t feel the roughness that was inside his scar.

“Why do you ask though?” you asked again and he shook his head, “No reason, it’s just I was examining it... I don’t remember when or how I got it,” he replied and you smiled reassuringly.

“Don’t worry about it Yongie, you see this?” you said and lifted your leg, pointing at the scar that was on the inner of your thigh. “I grew up with this on my thigh, when I asked my mother she told me that was because my clumsy baby self burnt herself by accident. Maybe you should ask your parents,” you suggested and he bent down kissing your thigh.

“I will ask my mother, also you’re still beautiful, it makes you more attractive.” Taeyong winked and you blushed as he laughed hugging you close to his body.

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Unfortunately, the nightmares became more frequent which caused Taeyong to be more anxious, stressed, and scared. You tried to help him as much as you could, but you know nothing was helping. Taeyong before didn’t have a problem going out in the daylight, but now he’s scared to even open the windows. And his fear of heights was also getting worse, you didn’t what happened to him to be triggered like this, and you didn’t know how to help him anymore, so you decided to take this upon your shoulders and talk to someone you trust about it.

You walked inside the big building, and went to the receptionist, you approached her and she smiled at you politely. You smiled back and said.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and I have an appointment today.”

“Oh yes, please sit down for a few moments,” she answered and you nodded and went to sit down on the sofa that was seated there.

You sat and examined the place intently, you’ve never been here before, and you came only for the sake of your boyfriend, you wanted to help because you hated to see him defenceless like this. He wasn’t your Taeyong, he was always scared and paranoid, not living his life at the maximum, and you were both worried and sad.

“Fancy seeing you here, Y/N.”

You heard a voice speaking, you looked up to meet two soft, brown eyes, you smiled getting up and engulfing your adopted-brother in a hug and said.

“It’s been a long time, Doyoung.”

After a few seconds, Doyoung pulled away from you, as he led you to his office, he opened the door and let you inside as he took off his coat and sat on his chair. You smiled as your eyes fell upon the portrait that was placed on his desk.

“I can’t believe you still have this photo.” you chuckled as you took the picture tracing it and smiling fondly.

It was a photo of you, Doyoung, and your father. He was carrying both of you on his back as little you and Doyoung smiled widely at the camera. Doyoung loved his adoptive father so much, not only he saved his life when he was young, but he also never made him feel like he didn’t belong. Quite the opposite actually, your father even taught him all the things he knew, and he also inspired Doyoung to become a psychologist.

When your father brought Doyoung who was five years old at that time home, he was wrapped up in his jacket, but his hair was still wet from the rain, your three-old-self gave him your favourite blanket and plushie so he could feel better. From this moment, you two were inseparable.

“Of course I still have it, it was such a joyful moment, something to wipe away all the memories of him being in pain,” Doyoung muttered, and you sighed heavily, remembering all the sleepless nights you spent next to your ill father.

At the age of fifteen, you discovered that your father had a serious illness, and none of the doctors knew what was wrong with him, he had a rare disease and the chance of him surviving it was less than ten percent.

For six months, he was in indescribable pain, you always cried in your brother’s arms, his screams still haunting you till this day. Until one day, when you were coming back from school and entered the house, it was dead silent, you were confused, then you saw seventeen-year-old Doyoung, sitting on the chair, his eyes bloodshot red and he was sniffling. You knew then that you were never going to see your father again.

It was a hard time for you, you couldn’t move on from the fact that you were never going to see your father again, till this day, sometimes you miss him terribly and you cry all night, even Taeyong can’t help you if you ever miss him.

“Yeah... Anyways, how are you? And how’s your wife doing?” you asked and Doyoung smiled.

“I’m good, and Jiwoo is amazing too. How about you? I haven’t heard from you for almost a month, and also how’s your weirdo of a boyfriend doing?” Doyoung snorted.

“And this is exactly why I’m here,” you answered him and he looked at you waiting for an explanation.

You told him all about what was wrong with Taeyong and how weird he has been acting ever since he heard the news of the new location of Johnny and Yuri’s wedding. Doyoung listened closely as you spoke, noting every little detail that left your mouth.

It wasn’t strange for him, he already dealt with people almost worse than Taeyong, but he knew you wanted him to assure you that Taeyong was fine, and that was something he couldn’t fake.

After you finished telling the story, Doyoung stood up and went through the shelves looking for something, you didn’t say anything, just watched him silently. He came back with a book in his hand and some files which you assumed were researches.

Doyoung sat down on his desk and opened the first file, pushing it towards you and said.

“So, after what you told me, I think Taeyong’s phobias are pretty normal to me, sure phobias are irrational, but most people suffer from the same phobias. Such as the fear of heights and water, the abnormal one is his fear of the sun..” Doyoung trailed and he looked into your eyes pointing down at the file in front of you, you looked down and read the title.

“There has been a legend going around for a very long time, that our phobias are how we died of in our past lives. And if this legend is correct, then maybe Taeyong died because of the sun, or the water, or heights.” Doyoung explained and before you could say anything, he opened the next file.

“The same legend says that our dreams are our memories in our past lives. So, what’s Taeyong dream about?” he asked.

“He told me that, he dreams of falling from the sky, and someone shouting a name he couldn’t remember correctly, he also told me that every time he falls, he ends up drowning in the sea.” you shuddered at the image your mind created.

Doyoung sighed rubbing his temples, he looked troubled, in the beginning, it seemed like Taeyong’s case was simple, but it turned out to be difficult. He looked at you already coming up with a plan that he wasn’t going to tell you about.

“Frankly, I think these nightmares are just because of his fears, you’re saying these nightmares started ever since he learnt that he had to fly to attend his friend’s wedding, correct?” Doyoung asked and you nodded waiting to see what he was thinking.

“Then it’s simple, the news triggered his phobias, and because he knows he has to attend, he is thinking of all the worst scenarios that could happen to him once he sets his foot on the plane,” Doyoung concluded.

You looked at him amazed by how he seemed to have a solution for every problem, to say you were beyond proud of your brother was an understatement. Doyoung stood up and went to the small cupboard, he took out a small bottle and put it in front of you.

“What are these?” you asked.

“These are pills to help him during the time of the flight, you are going to need them. It’s going to be a living nightmare for Taeyong, so you have to be prepared for the worst, and these pills are serotonin reuptake inhibitors also known as SSRIs.” Doyoung explained as you took the pills from him.

He could sense you were a bit anxious which is understandable, but he didn’t want that, he knew what he was doing, you just needed some reassurance.

“Is it going to be that bad for him?” you asked referring to the pills, Doyoung sighed and nodded.

“Y/N, don’t worry, it’s completely fine as a human being who is about to face his phobia what he feels is normal. But I can assure you that these pills will help him greatly, and I want you to keep an eye on him on the plane, he might have a panic attack.” Doyoung said and you sighed.

To say you were skeptic would be an understatement, but decided to say nothing. You stood up smiling and hugging him, ready to leave.

“Thank you so much, Doyoung. I’ll leave now, sorry for bothering you and thanks for the free pills.” you said and he laughed patting your head.

“Don’t say that, and please visit me more often, you know your older brother would love to see his little sister more often.” Doyoung teased and you smiled nodding.

Once you left the office, Doyoung sat down again and started to look through the files again, stumbling upon the paper he was looking for. Grabbing his phone typing down the numbers, dialling it.

“Hello?”

“Kun, meet me in my office in thirty minutes and don’t be late.”

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Entering the airport, Taeyong felt anxious more than ever, the voices that echoed through the big speakers announcing the flights made him want to go back home. But he knows he can’t do that, he had already bought the tickets and promised Johnny and Yuri to attend the wedding, they were counting on him, and knowing Johnny, Taeyong knows that he needed him the most because that was a big step in his life and he wanted to make sure that his best friend was to witness this step and be there for him.

“Darling? Are you okay?”

Taeyong heard your soothing voice and he turned around his scared eyes meeting yours. You got anxious by the way he was looking at everything around him, doubting everything, you know he was scared because he was about to face his biggest fear... Flying.

“Yes, yes, it’s nothing,” Taeyong replied and you looked at him, not believing what he was saying.

“Yongie, it’s not too late to return home, the wedding doesn’t matter, you’re the only thing that matters the most to me. And if you’re not comfortable with flying, you could say the word right now and I would cut these two tickets in half.” you said sternly.

Taeyong looked at you like you were a goddess, he couldn’t believe how he managed to be with an angel like you. You always made sure that he was okay and comfortable with everything going around him, and you weren’t shy when it came to his comfort zone, if it meant not going to his best friend’s wedding, then so be it. You didn’t care as long as he was comfortable and happy.

Taeyong smiled softly kissing your forehead, you sighed leaning into his warmth, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“No love, we are going to this wedding, I can do this, as long as you’re with me I’m pretty sure I can face any fears.” he replied and you blushed slightly at his words but looked at him for confirmation and he replied with dragging you to check your luggage.

After an hour or so, you two got on the plane, Taeyong growing more anxious with every step he took towards the plane. When he set a foot on the plane he felt a shiver run down his spine, he ignored it though and sat down on his seat next to you.

When the plane took off, he closed his eyes as a feeling of nostalgia ran through his body, his mind flashed him some of the nightmares he had, his stomach was twisting as he remembered how he fell from the sky and drowned in the sea. He didn’t want the same fate he had in the nightmare, he didn’t want that to happen.

Taeyong could feel his breath quickens and seemed like he was about to have a panic attack, he felt dizzy and couldn’t breathe properly, he could feel as if his heart was going to stop any moment, the overwhelming fear of his phobia is taking the best of him.

You noticed how Taeyong was breathing heavily, you looked at him sadly and held his hand tightly. He squeezed it but didn’t dare to open his eyes, too scared and thought that if he opened them the plane would fall and he dies.

“Polyagapiménos... I’m here with you,” you whispered and kissed the smooth skin of his cheek. Then you took out the pills Doyoung gave you and opened the small bottle bottle and pressed two pills against Taeyong’s lips.

He was confused about what was this but didn’t dare to open his eyes, so you rubbed his hand comfortingly, “Those are some pills to help you overcome your fears, they’ll make you feel better.” you soothed.

Without hesitation, Taeyong swallowed them and took the water bottle from your hand, gulping the water as if it was going to calm his nerves.

After ten minutes, Taeyong breathed and opened his eyes as he looked at the opened window of his seat, he could see the clouds and he smiled at the sight, he saw the birds flying from below and his heart felt at ease. It felt like freedom and he wished to be like these birds, he wanted to feel free from all the things that ached his head. He wanted to be fearless.

All the calming feelings Taeyong felt disappeared when he saw the sun, it glowed greatly and its rays hit his face. His mind drifted back to his nightmare and how the sun always dissolved his wings and killed him. He closed the window quickly avoiding it and sighed deeply, he glared at the seat in front of him angrily imagining it the sun he was looking at earlier.

The pills you gave him looked like they had fast effectiveness because now it was like he was normal and didn’t fear anything, he was impressed by how well you handled the situation so well.

“Taeyong, are you okay now?”

He turned his head to your direction, his face softened when he saw you looking at him concerned, he smiled nodding.

“Yes darling, I’m better now,” he assured and you smiled and Taeyong took out his phone snapping a picture of you smiling.

“Hey! I wasn’t ready! I look ugly, Yongie!” you whined as you tried to take the phone from his hand but he was stronger than you and held you back.

“No, you don’t, my baby girl is always beautiful,” Taeyong said and you blushed hiding your face behind your hands. “By the way, how did you get these pills? And how did you even know they were going to work?” he asked and you smiled.

“I went to Doyoung and told him that we were flying for a wedding and you had fear of flying, so he told me to give you these pills because they’ll help,” you explained, half telling the truth because you didn’t want him to worry much.

Taeyong smiled softly as he took you in his arms cuddling you, in return, you wrapped your arms around his waist hugging him tightly. Taeyong was so tired after taking the pills, his eyelids were heavy as he tried hard not to fall asleep. Looking at him, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, drawing circles on his hand lovingly, whispering.

“Go to sleep baby, we have a long way ahead of us.”

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Ever since you arrived at Icaria, Taeyong didn’t feel homesick, quite the opposite actually, it was as if he returned home. He was so happy looking at Icaria with an adoring look on his face, and he could never forget the déjà vu that hit him when he saw a temple that he swore he saw it somewhere but he couldn’t remember when or where. You were happy that Taeyong was enjoying himself while the two of you explored Icaria a week before the wedding of Johnny and Yuri, you prepared a small picnic to a park that Taeyong knew nothing about, you wanted him to enjoy himself and his time to the maximum because it’s not every day he travels to new places.

Taeyong smiled when you dragged him in the park, sitting the huge basket down, you took out the blanket and he helped you spread it on the grass, you sat down and he followed, sitting across from you. You took out the lunch you made and the bottle of juice, you took a plate and started filling it with every piece of food you made for Taeyong who was staring at you intently. He smiled at the fact of how you take good care of him, you always made sure he eats well and was healthy and scolded him when he overworks himself and forgets to eat or drink water. Every night, he thanks his lucky stars that he found you, or god knows what could’ve happened to him.

“You’re doing it again,” you muttered and Taeyong snapped back to reality, smiling at you as if he was mocking you.

“Doing what?” he asked again and you sighed feeling shy under his gaze. Despite being with Taeyong for almost four years now, he never failed to make you flustered, it was as if he wants to see the blood rushing to your cheeks every time he says or does anything that makes you blush.

“You know exactly what, don’t you get tired of staring at me?” you asked handing him his plate, he sat it down and kissed your hand affectionately causing you to smile and your heart to melt as he answered.

“Never.”

The two of you started eating enjoying the weather and the sun, or rather you enjoying the sun because Taeyong was complaining about how the world would be a better place if it was just night with the moon and the stars illuminating the sky, and at least the weather wouldn’t be hot. You remembered the talk you shared with Doyoung and frowned. This could never be a phobia, Taeyong just strongly dislikes the sun, if he really had a phobia of the sun, he wouldn’t dare to go out in the sunlight. Also, the fact that you feel like Doyoung is hiding something from you makes you even more determined to know what’s the matter with your lover instead of being fed with lies.

“Love? Are you listening to me?”

You heard Taeyong ask you his voice soft and concerned, you turned to look at him and smiled not wanting him to be worried or anything.

“I’m sorry Tae, I zoned out, what were you saying again?” you asked and he looked at you in doubt but chose not to say anything.

“I was telling you about Johnny and Yuri, Johnny called me this morning and suggested we all go out for sightseeing tomorrow, what do you say?” he asked and you nodded.

“Sure yeah! I want you to enjoy your time the most, that’s what matters the most to me,” you said smiling and Taeyong grinned.

“Are you really trying to flirt with me right now?” he teased and you groaned sitting back and he just laughed. “You know, Y/N?” Taeyong said and you looked at him waiting to hear what he wanted to say.

“Yes, Yongie?”

“Ever since I stepped my foot inside this island, I felt so happy, like returning home after being away for a long time. It all seemed so familiar, and the breeze that blew when I exited the airport, it was as if the breeze was welcoming me for returning home. For the first time in my life, I feel like I belong somewhere. I feel like this is my home.” Taeyong said and you smiled, happy to hear such things coming out from his mouth.

You noticed this too, even if hadn’t been two days since you arrived in Icaria, but you did notice the change in Taeyong’s behaviour. He was more lively, he was playful, he wasn’t the same boy that looked troubled when he stepped inside the airport, but now it was all worth it, it really was amazing how much he changed into someone bright and happy, not the troubled one that always looked as if he was carrying the whole world on his shoulders. Taeyong was a happier and healthier version of himself.

“I’m so happy to hear that Yongie, you deserve nothing but happiness,” you said smiling softly and he stood up and sat down next to you, taking your hand in his he smiled at you saying,

“Thank you, thank you for everything, for being so patient with me and bearing with me through tough times, I don’t deserve you. But I’m willing to prove to you every day that I’m worthy of having you to myself. Thank you so much, Y/N.”

Taeyong planted a soft kiss on your lips and you smiled into the kiss pulling him closer to you, you had your hand on his cheek while his hands held your waist firmly. After a few seconds, you pulled away resting your foreheads against each other

“Don’t say that Yongie, if anything I don’t deserve you, you’re too good for me, but I can’t help it, I love you,” you said and he made a sound of disagreement hugging you.

“No, you’re good for me! Stop saying you aren’t! And I love you too, polyagapiménos, so much.” he whispered and you hugged him tightly.

You two continued your lovely picnic and after finishing the food, you packed your things and decided to take a walk along the streets of Icaria. You wanted to see the Temple of Artemis, but unfortunately, it was too late so you decided to explore the island more. You were shy under the gazes of the people who looked at you and Taeyong, they were looking at you with a smile on their faces admiring the love between you and Taeyong. You two were unaware of the pair of red eyes that were watching you, not knowing those pair of eyes were going to turn your life upside down.

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Heracles raced inside the temple where he was meant to meet Zeus who didn’t know what his son wanted of him. Heracles waited anxiously inside the temple until he saw an old man entering the temple, it was Zeus in disguise. Zeus watched his son running over to him, as the door closed giving them privacy to talk freely as they wished without anyone interrupting them. Zeus could see the troubled look on Heracles’s face, something was definitely wrong, he hopes it’s not about the rumours that are going around, this will unleash hell upon them.

“Son, what is that you wanted to speak to me urgently about?” Zeus asked with authority clear in his voice. Heracles looked at his godly father not knowing where to start or how to tell him the news which made Zeus even more anxious.

“He’s here, Icarus has returned once again.” Heracles declared as Zeus’ eyes widened in fear, the rumours were true after all, he should’ve known that. “Not this only, Hades knows of his arrival,” Heracles finished staring at the ground in shame.

Zeus looked at him and screamed in rage, causing a loud clap of thunder to interrupt the silence of the night. He stared at Heracles a million scenarios running through his head. His son failed at the task he said he would be responsible for, he gave the fallen boy time until he finally decided to resurrect him, on one condition, to be away from Greece and make sure he never knows what his past was. Zeus knows very well that he shouldn’t have resurrected him, he shouldn’t even have interfered in Hades’ business. His soul was meant to be in the underworld all these years, but he took his soul from the underworld giving him the chance of another life. But the damage is done already and he needed to think quick.

“I knew this was a bad idea from the beginning, you now understand what I meant when I said not to meddle in Hades’ business?! This is all because of you!” Zeus growled and Heracles didn’t dare to look at his father, he just listened to him. “How did you know about it?” Zeus asked once more his patience running out.

“Hermes, he received a message from Apollo,” Heracles replied and Zeus breathed deeply.

Hades will never let the boy go again, he would do whatever it takes to have his soul and take it back to the underworld where it was meant to be from the moment his body hit the sea. Zeus have to be quick, he needed to act before Hades, he had to reach the boy first before a war breaks out. Zeus looked at Hercules, having already made up his mind.

“Hades is not going to let him get away this time, we have to reach the boy before Hades does. Look for him, bring him to me. I will let Artemis talk to Moirai.” Zeus ordered and Heracles nodded and before he could leave the temple, the gates of the temples opened.

A man in his mid-twenties burst through the gates, he had black hair and creamy skin, he looked like he ran a marathon, his clothes and hair were messy. But he couldn’t be blamed, he has been flying around for two days and the news he has couldn’t be postponed nor it had to wait. He raced towards the god and the demi-god, bowing to his father.

“Hermes? What is it?” Zeus asked as the messenger of gods turned to look at Heracles first before darting his eyes anxiously to Zeus and told him the news they wished they didn’t want to hear.

“Hades, he found the boy.”

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You and Taeyong arrived in front of the hotel after a long night of wandering around Icaria. Your smile was wide the whole time you and Taeyong were walking hand in hand in the streets of Icaria, you also bought a lot of souvenirs for your friends. You bought Doyoung and his wife a nice souvenirs as well, you know how much Doyoung loves reading about ancient Greek and Greek mythology, so you bought him a book with the stories of the Greek gods and the Titans. As for Jiwoo, his wife, you brought her a necklace with Athena’s symbol to represent her wisdom.

Taeyong stopped when he saw a man that seemed a little familiar to him, his eyes widened when remembered where he saw this man, he saw him in his dreams. This couldn’t be a coincidence, Taeyong turned to look at you, “I have to do something very quick okay? Wait for me inside, I will be back.” he said before running along the streets trying to follow the man from his dreams.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but decided to wait for him inside the hotel and ask him later about what he had to do. Turning around, you hit a hard chest and tumbled backwards but a hand caught your arm and quickly pulled you back. You opened your eyes ready to thank whoever saved you from falling, and also apologise for bumping into them. Looking up, you saw a man that was around your age, he was Asian, tall and very handsome, he had black hair that was combed nicely away from his eyes that were a dark shade of brown.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” he asked in English and you looked at him smiling gratefully, slightly blushing.

“Yes, thank you so much. I’m sorry for bumping into you, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” you apologised and he smiled shaking his head.

“That’s alright. Are you here alone?” he asked and you shook your head.

“No, I’m here with my boyfriend, he is just doing something and will be back,” you replied and he nodded. The atmosphere turned a little awkward because he was still standing there and you were a little uncomfortable by it.

“I see, what brings you here to Icaria? I’m here for my friend’s wedding,” the stranger said and you looked at him shocked.

“Really? Funny, this is also why we are here, are your friends by any chance called Johnny and Yuri?” you asked and he nodded enthusiastically smiling.

“Yes, wait, you’re invited to their wedding too?” he asked and you smiled nodding. It didn’t surprise you to meet someone from the wedding here, this was the best hotel on the island and the man looked rich.

“Yes I am, My boyfriend and I are good friends with them, what about you?” you asked and he smiled again.

“I’m Johnny’s friend from the states, he is my best friend.” he said and you smiled shaking his hand.

“I never caught your name,” you asked and he smiled.

“My name’s Jaehyun,” he said and you smiled back.

“My name’s Y/N, nice to meet you Jaehyun,” you said and you were unaware of the wicked smile on his lips as he said.

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine.”

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Taeyong came back to the hotel, his shoulders slumped, he was disappointed, he did meet the man from his dreams and talked to him, but they couldn’t communicate because Taeyong doesn’t know any Greek. But from what he understood is that the man was a normal fisherman, after knowing this Taeyong apologised to him then left. Taeyong still couldn’t understand why he dreamt of this man, what did his dreams wanted him to know? He was so tired and just wanted to be normal, was that too much to ask?

Taeyong entered the hotel and saw you sitting with Jaehyun talking, Taeyong raised his eyebrow in jealousy and confusion not knowing who this man was and he doesn’t know how you know this man. His eyes met yours and he smiled when he saw your eyes light up as you walked over to him and hugged him tightly. He hugged you back kissing your forehead his eyes locked with Jaehyun to let him know that you belonged to him.

“Where did you go? I have been waiting for you too long,” you said slightly whining causing him to laugh softly at your cuteness.

“I’ll tell you when we go to our suite,” he replied then pulled away from you and looked at Jaehyun again. “Who is this you were talking to?” Taeyong asked and you looked back at the man sitting on the sofa playing on his phone.

“This is Jaehyun, he is a friend of Johnny from the states,” you replied and he furrowed his eyebrows, confused than ever.

“Johnny never mentioned him though,” Taeyong muttered under his breath as he walked over to the man wanting to know who he truly was. You stopped in front of Jaehyun who stood up smiling politely at Taeyong.

“Jaehyun, this is my boyfriend, Taeyong. Taeyong, this is Jaehyun, Johnny’s friend,” you said and Jaehyun held out his hand for Taeyong to shake.

“Hello, it’s very nice to meet you,” Jaehyun said smiling, Taeyong looked down at his hand not trusting him one bit. Jaehyun let his hand fall to his side, standing there awkwardly.

Taeyong studied his demeanour, he watched how he kept eye contact with him, Taeyong didn’t trust him, and he couldn’t understand why you believed him, he could be a killer for all he knows or someone dangerous. He didn’t like his aura at all, he seemed dangerous, he seemed like he couldn’t be trusted.

“Strange, Johnny never mentioned you,” Taeyong said, Jaehyun smiled slightly as you watched the tension grow between the two men.

“He didn’t mention you either,” Jaehyun replied looking at Taeyong up and down. “You can call him if you don’t trust me, go ahead, do it.” Jaehyun challenged causing Taeyong to glare at him.

Taeyong didn’t shy away from his offer, he took out his phone and dialled Johnny keeping eye contact with Jaehyun as he held you tightly close to him, afraid that if he blinked Jaehyun would hurt you. You looked at Taeyong who was bothered by Jaehyun’s presence, you rubbed his arm comfortingly trying to calm his nerves down. After another ring, Johnny finally picked up his phone.

“Hi, Taeyong! How are you, man?” Johnny greeted and you looked at Taeyong who was still staring at Jaehyun.

“Hi Johnny, listen quick question, do you know anybody that goes by the name Jaehyun?” Taeyong asked not wanting to wait another moment.   

“Yeah, Jung Jaehyun, he is my friend from the states, he is staying at the same hotel you and Y/N are staying in, why? Did you meet him?” Johnny clarified and Taeyong watched a smile appear on Jaehyun’s lips as he took the phone from him.

“Hey man, your friend Taeyong here doesn’t trust me and needed confirmation, are you sure he is your friend?” Jaehyun said still looking at Taeyong.

“Hey Jae, yes he is my friend. Now, would you stop bothering me? Yuri is calling for me so we can continue watching the movie. If you want you could come with us sightseeing tomorrow what do you say?” Johnny asked and Jaehyun smiled satisfied.

“Sure why not, see you tomorrow.” Jaehyun said hanging up and gave the phone back to Taeyong. “Are you sure now? Nice to meet you again, Y/N.” Jaehyun said smiling at you then left to go to his room.

Taeyong relaxed the moment Jaehyun left you two, he turned to look at you and wrapped his arms around your shoulder kissing your cheek. You wrapped your arm around his waist, rubbing his back and he smiled at you. Despite Johnny confirming his doubts, he still couldn’t trust Jaehyun and didn’t intend on doing so.

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The two of you went to your room, you were changing your clothes while Taeyong sat on the bed deep in thought. You watched how he was staring into the distance with that troubled look you know on his face, something definitely happened, he was okay before he left to do whatever he wanted to do. Remembering this, you sat down on the bed and cuddled into Taeyong who wrapped his arms around your body out of habit.

“So, what was that thing you wanted to do before you left me at the hotel entrance?” you asked and Taeyong looked at you sighing deeply.

“I don’t know how this happened, but I saw a man from my nightmare, the one that always yells the name I can’t remember. I saw him and tried to talk to him but it was in vain for two reasons, the first one is because he doesn’t know English and the second one was unreasonable, he was a normal fisherman, but again, why would I dream of him?” Taeyong said sighing and you sat on his lap swiping his hair away from his face.

You know it was taking a toll on him, all of this what he was going through, you wished you could help him somehow, to take away his pain, to give him the happiness he deserves. Taeyong didn’t deserve to suffer, he is an angel, and life was being unfair and cruel to him. Taeyong sighed when you ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp while he held your waist, the gesture never failed to calm him down. You smiled happy to see him trying to relax, you leaned down kissing his soft lips, mumbling.

“Yongie, that’s alright, you’re not the first one to dream of someone you’ve never seen before then met them. Life is nothing but a cycle of coincidence, you were destined to meet this man sooner or later,” you whispered pecking his lips again, “Relax for me, will you? Just focus on me,” you said and Taeyong with his eyes still closed, he smiled.

Letting out a squeal when your back was met with the mattress and Taeyong on top of you, he trapped you in his arms, putting them next to your head, you smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss your lips passionately. You kissed him back holding his neck, after a moment the two of you pulled away. Taeyong looked at you, his eyes were dark.

“Don’t get anywhere near that Jaehyun, I don’t trust him,” Taeyong said and you bit back a smile, thinking of how attractive he is when he is jealous.

“Wasn’t planning to, I also don’t trust him, I tried not to talk to him after I learned that he is friends with Johnny and Yuri, but I felt embarrassed because he kept talking so I had no other option.” you explained and Taeyong chuckled shaking his head.

“You’re too nice sometimes,” he said looking deeply into your eyes.

“I love you Taeyong, you don’t have to worry about anyone taking me away from you,” you assured and Taeyong stared down at you feeling his heart skip a beat.

“You promise not to leave me?” he whispered unsure which caused you to furrow your eyebrows, adjusting yourself so you were sitting on the bed with him on his knees in front of you, you hugged him tightly not knowing where this was all coming from.

“I promise, you know I can never be without you, I wouldn’t survive. I love you Taeyong, too much to let you go.” you said burying your face in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

Taeyong felt this bang in his chest and he doesn’t know why just the thought of you leaving him made his heart sink, his brain cannot comprehend the thought of losing you, he refused to do so. How can he accept the idea of losing you? He will never accept it, even if he did lose you, he will do everything in his power to return you again.

Taeyong pulled away from you, kissing your lips feverishly, you kissed him back with the same passion as he pushed you on your back getting on top of you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him closer, feeling his tongue poking your lips, you opened your mouth allowing him to explore it.

Your tongues danced together in a French kiss before he pulled away to take off his shirt. You did the same thing and his lips travelled to your neck, sucking and biting on it, the purple marks slowly forming on your skin, decorating it beautifully.

“Mine,” Taeyong whispered against your neck, as your fingers tangled in his hair pulling on it lightly, not wanting to hurt him and whispered.

“Yours, only yours to savour.”

After hearing this, Taeyong couldn’t stop himself from holding back, he let himself go as he took all of yours and his clothes off, not waiting any longer to make love to you. He rubbed his crotch against your core, satisfied with hearing your beautiful moans filling his ear. He looked down at you in lust capturing your lips in a kiss, he poured all his emotions into the kiss as he slid inside your vagina, letting out a long moan, he waited a moment for you to adjust to him.

Tapping his shoulder, Taeyong took that as a sign to start moving, thrusting his hips inside you, you let out another beautiful moan as you felt him inside you. Picking up his pace, Taeyong felt you clench around him causing him to let out a beautiful moan, your hands wandered around his body and you sank your nails in his back decorating it with scratches. Taeyong hissed from the pain mixed with pleasure that almost made him lose his mind.

He leaned down to the valley of your breasts kissing and sucking marks on them, you let out a loud moan the pleasure overwhelming you and felt yourself close to your climax. Taeyong felt you tighten around him and he picked up his pace feeling like he was getting closer to the edge, he took one of your breasts in his mouth and continued to thrust into you. He hit a spot that made you see stars, you gripped his shoulders tightly looking at him lustily.

“Baby, I’m close,” you whispered and he cursed at the pet name getting to him, his thrusts inside you became more powerful, as he chased his orgasm. “Oh my God, I love you so much.” you said as he brought you in for a sloppy kiss and you two moaned against each other lips.

“I love you too.”

Taeyong looked at you as your walls clamped around him and you let out a cry of euphoria releasing the pit inside your stomach, Taeyong moaned at the sight of you as he also let go of himself, his semen paintings your walls. Taeyong rode out your highs and collapsed on top of you.

You were breathing heavily with a blessed smile on your face, Taeyong pulled himself out of you causing you to let out a groan at the loss of contact, as he fell on the bed next to you. You never felt close to him as much as he was inside you. You two fit together like puzzle pieces, you looked at Taeyong who had his eyes closed, you smiled kissing his shoulders. He opened his eyes and turned to look at you, you snuggled into his chest.

“That was amazing, I really needed it,” you said and he laughed softly kissing your hair, wrapping his arm around your body.

“Glad I could help. God you’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispered and you kissed his lips again, “I love you.” Taeyong whispered and you smiled cuddling into his chest again closing your eyes mumbling.

“I love you.”

***

Taeyong sighed for the millionth time as he sat beside you, annoyed by the man sitting in front of him, Jaehyun, he watched as he joked around with all of you, throwing you and his friends into a fit of laughter. It’s not that he wasn’t funny, it seemed as if he was trying hard to impress you, Taeyong isn’t stupid, he saw the way he was eying you and shamelessly flirted with you, Taeyong had to hold in his laughter when Jaehyun asked who was the most handsome person in here and you said your boyfriend’s name. He didn’t know why Johnny invited him in the first place, Johnny told him it was going to be the four of them, but Jaehyun tagging along killed all the fun for him.

“Love? Are you okay?”

Taeyong awoke from his daze by your sweet voice, he smiled and nodded, taking your hand in his. You drew circles on the back of his hand relaxing him a little, his eyes drifted to Yuri who spoke up.

“It’s almost noon, where should we go next?” Yuri asked and Johnny turned to look at Jaehyun, much to Taeyong’s confusion.

“Our finest tour guide, where should we head to next?” Johnny asked and Jaehyun smiled.

“I suggest you should check out the Icarian sea, the view there is so relaxing,” Jaehyun said and you furrowed your eyebrows looking at Taeyong concern written all over your face.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Taeyong doesn’t like water at all,” you said your voice firm to prove your point.

“We won’t swim or anything like that, it will be like having a meal there or watching the sunset. What? Can’t handle the sight of the sea?” Jaehyun asked teasing a bit causing Taeyong to glare at him, but instead of answering him, he turned to look at you with a smile.

“That’s fine love, don’t worry about me,” he said and you shook your head refusing to let him do something that might cause him a panic attack or anything.

“No, Taeyong! They can go if they want I don’t care, but you’re not doing something that might make you uncomfortable just because you’re shy to refuse!” you whispered to him and he sighed patting your hand.

“It’s alright I promise, I can sit by the beach that’s fine. Come on, Johnny and Yuri are counting on us,” he tried to persuade you and you looked at him in uncertainty.

This was going to be bad, you just know it, was Taeyong really risking all of this so your friends won’t be upset? Was he really willing to have a panic attack just because they wanted to see the sea? Was he even ready to face his fear? You will never know.

You looked at him in doubt one last time and saw how he was looking at you, you were unsure of what to do, this didn’t sound good in your opinion, and you know Taeyong knows this as well, but because was too much of a nice man to actually say anything else. You sighed and nodded heavily hoping that nothing wouldn’t go wrong.

“Fine then, but if I sense the smallest change in your behaviour, we’re out.” you said sternly and Taeyong smiled kissing your forehead nodding.

Jaehyun rolled his eyes and stood up causing Johnny and Yuri to stand up as well. He looked at you and Taeyong both men having a glaring contest. The atmosphere was thick with awkwardness, as Johnny and Yuri looked at each other in discomfort. Jaehyun broke the eye contact saying.

“Come on, we don’t have all day.”

***

Maybe this was a bad idea like you said, but Taeyong chose to keep his mouth shut as not to make you even more worried than you already were. His heart was beating loudly that he was afraid that anybody would hear it, he doesn’t know why he was feeling like this, that wasn’t a normal way to feel upon going to the sea. Yes, he has a phobia of it, but the feelings he felt were more like being scared to face something he thought he almost forgot.

The way to the Icarian Sea looked familiar, it was as if he saw it before, the sky was bright and the sun was glowing greatly, it reminded him of a memory that he couldn’t quite put his hand on it. Taeyong could feel your eyes on him, but he kept on staring at the window pretending as if he wasn’t about to die of fear.

The car stopped in front of a fancy looking restaurant, he furrowed his eyebrows getting out of the car, helping you as well then his eyes scanned the area around him taking in his surroundings. The air smelt differently, the wind picked up as if welcoming him. He looked around as Jaehyun led you towards the cornish where you would be able to see the sea clearly. You looked to your right to see how tensed Taeyong were, you held his hand and he looked at you smiling softly trying not to make it obvious that he was nervous. Jaehyun stopped in front of the sea looking at it smiling and turned around to face you again.

“Take a look at how beautiful the sea is, admire it.” Jaehyun said and you looked at the sea, the water was clear and the sun was shining brightly causing the blue of it to glow.

Taeyong looked at the sea and felt nauseous, his mind flashed hundreds of memories all at once, his head hurt a lot and he let go of your hand rubbing his temples while letting out noises of pain, he fell to the ground and screamed. He saw the same vision that haunted him back home, the sun hitting his face, melting the feathers as he fell from the sky, how he saw the troubled look on the face of the man who looks like he was his father. How he fell deep into the sea, the water consuming him filling his lungs cutting his breathing completely, how in the end he died tragically.

“Taeyong! Love! Please wake up!” you shouted slapping his face gently trying to get him to wake up, Johnny pushed you away and quickly grabbed Taeyong carrying him as they returned to the car asking Jaehyun to drive them to the nearest hospital.

You sat in the backseat holding Taeyong tears streaming down your face ignoring the apologies of Yuri and Johnny. You knew this was going to happen, he didn’t listen to you when you begged him not to go there and look where this got him now. You held his hand tightly pushing his hair away from his face, letting the air cool his body down. You weren’t aware of Jaehyun’s eyes that looked at you from the front mirror, he turned around and stared ahead of him with a calm smile on his face.

He got his answer.

***

Taeyong heard multiple voices all speaking at once, he wanted to open his eyes but his eyelids were too heavy, he began seeing the same vision he saw before passing out, he shook his head trying to get rid of it. It played through his mind quickly and when he fell into the water, he opened his eyes gasping. He closed his eyes once the light hit it, he opened his eyes slowly blinking letting his eyes adjust to the light. He saw you looking at him with tears in your eyes and he felt bad to be the reason why you were crying.

“What happened? Where am I?” Taeyong asked his voice hoarse, you squeezed his hand kissing his cheek.

“You passed out when you saw the sea, we took you to the hospital to make sure you were okay,” you answered and he closed his eyes remembering what happened.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I should’ve listened to you,” he said as he raised his hand wiping your tears, you sniffled leaning into his touch.

The door opened and Johnny entered with Yuri and Jaehyun, they stood behind you and Johnny looked at Taeyong with guilt in his eyes, not knowing what to say. Taeyong smiled to ease his worry, he didn’t want Johnny to blame himself, he was the one to blame, he was too stubborn to listen to anyone, he wanted to prove to himself that he wouldn’t get scared at the sight of the sea. And besides, Jaehyun’s words got to him.

“Taeyong, I’m so sorryـــ” Johnny started but Taeyong quickly cut him off.

“Hey John, it’s okay, I’m fine, really.”

“No Taeyong, we shouldn’t have pushed it, we’re sorry we were insensitive, we’re sorry to you too Y/N,” Yuri said shifting her eyes from Taeyong to you and you smiled.

“That’s alright, Yuri. We accept your apology,” Taeyong said and Yuri smiled at him.

Jaehyun watched what was happening silently analysing it, he felt Johnny nudge him, he nodded towards Taeyong asking him to say something, after all Jaehyun was the one who offered to go to the Icarian Sea, he sighed and looked at Taeyong who was staring at him dead in the eyes as if he knew what was up. Jaehyun held eye contact with him for a moment until he finally decided to break the silence.

“I’m sorry, man, I didn’t know you were that scared of the sea,” he said slightly mocking and that caused you to glare at him. He then turned to Taeyong dropping the question he longed to ask for so long.

“What did you remember when you saw the sea that led you to passing out?”

Taeyong’s eyes widened, he wasn’t expecting Jaehyun to ask that, a million thoughts ran through his head as everyone seemed to wait for his answer, he looked lost and you noticed that, Jaehyun looked at him with a satisfied smile knowing he had no choice but to answer. You decided to take matters into your own hands when Taeyong seemed to forget how to speak.

“When he was young, Taeyong almost drowned and was saved at the last minute, he is traumatised by the sea. That’s why upon seeing the sea and the people swimming there he fainted because he remembered that awful accident.” you answered and Jaehyun turned to you glaring as if he knew you were lying, you looked at him with a fierce gaze daring him to prove you wrong.

Taeyong looked at you relieved, happy that you came up with such a good lie, although you didn’t know what he saw, but what he sees in his dreams and his irrelevant phobias only for the two of you to share, not letting anyone else interfere. Taeyong looked at Jaehyun who excused himself and left the room. Johnny and Yuri seemed convinced by the answer and they decided not to push it and ask any more questions.

“When can I leave?” Taeyong asked and you looked at him smiling.

“Any time you wish, darling,” you said and he smiled kissing the back of your hand.

“I will go make a check out of the hospital, come on Yuri.” Johnny said taking his fiancée’s hand and left the room.

You turned to look at Taeyong who was staring at the ceiling his mind occupied by thousands of thoughts, you rubbed his arm comforting him, knowing that wasn’t easy for him. You wanted to know what he saw, was it the same nightmare he used to have before travelling to Icaria? Or was it something else?

“Yongie,” you started and he looked at you with a devastating gaze that broke your heart, “What did you see, polyagapiménos?” you asked and he melted when he heard the pet name.

Taeyong didn’t want to tell you, he didn’t want you to worry about him, he wanted to know what his visions mean by himself, he wanted to be sure of them. He couldn’t deal with the constant worry of being a freak that had phobias of the most ridiculous things, he needed to be sure that he was still sane and not on the verge of losing his mind, and that’s what he was planning to do once he leaves the hospital. So, he looked at you with a smile shaking his head, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, then he said.

“It’s nothing, love, don’t worry about me.”

***

Taeyong watched as your chest rises and falls slowly, indicating that you were asleep. He untangled himself from your arms, as he left the bed and went to sit in the living room. He opened his laptop and began his research. Like he had promised, he was going to be the one that solves his own mystery. He wasn’t going to ask anyone for help, he was going to do this his way. He opened Google and searched for his first phobia, the phobia of the sun.

“Heliophobia refers to intense, sometimes irrational fear of the sun. Some people with this condition are also afraid of bright, indoor light. The word heliophobia has its root in the Greek word helios, which means sun. For some people, heliophobia may be caused by extreme anxiety about getting skin cancer.” Taeyong read out loud.

But that wasn’t his case, he wasn’t scared of the sun in fear of getting skin cancer, he didn’t know why he feared it but he didn’t fear it because of the results he got. He sighed and wrote down his second fear, the fear of the sea.

“Thalassophobia, or a fear of the ocean, is a specific phobia that can negatively affect your quality of life. A negative or past traumatic event can also trigger a deep fear of oceans. Traumatic experiences of being frightened while swimming or almost drowning are also leading causes of thalassophobia.” Taeyong read again.

That made a little sense, yes he feared it because he was scared that he was going to drown even though he never stepped a foot in the water. Taeyong decided to go for his third phobia, his fear of heights.

“Acrophobia is an excessive fear of heights and manifests as severe anxiety. A person could have an attack just walking up stairs or climbing a ladder. Sometimes the fear is so great a person can’t move. Acrophobia can create a dangerous situation for someone who has it. Acrophobia sometimes develops in response to a traumatic experience involving heights, such as: falling from a high place. watching someone else fall from a high place. having a panic attack or other negative experience while in a high place.” Taeyong read once more.

Yes, he was scared of falling from a high place, but again he didn’t know how this phobia started. Taeyong was getting confused by every passing and he didn’t know what to do anymore. Putting his head in his hands he thought about what else to write in the search engine. He remembered what happened to him when he arrived at the Icarian Sea, he jerked towards the laptop and wrote down the words in the search engine.

“The Icarian Sea is a subdivision of the Mediterranean Sea that lies between the Cyclades and Asia Minor. It is described as the part of the Aegean Sea to the south of Chios, to the east of the Eastern Cyclades and west of Anatolia. It contains the islands of Samos, Cos, Patmos, Leros, Fournoi Korseon and Icaria.” Taeyong said and he grew confused.

That was it? He scrolled down until he stumbled upon an article that its title said, ‘The legend behind the Icarian Sea’. Taeyong looked at the link confused but clicked it because the curiosity got the best of him. He began reading the article until he got to a part that caught all of his attention.

“Icarian Sea. Body of water off the island of Crete, named after Icarus who fell here after soaring too near the sun on wings of feathers and wax.” Taeyong read silently and he felt the same pain he felt when he was at the sea.

It was a little bearable and he told himself to be strong, he wrote down the name of Icarus and waited for the results to come. He clicked on the first link as he began to read the article silently, his headache increasing by the passing seconds.

“Icarus was a minor character in Greek Mythology, famous for not surviving the transition from boyhood to manhood. He was the son of Daedalus, an accomplished inventor, who produced an ingenious labyrinth on the island of Cnossus for Minos, the king of Crete. Even Daedalus could not find a way out of his maze. Sometime after building it, Daedalus fell into disfavour with the king of Crete and was condemned to live the rest of his life inside the labyrinth. Because he was his father’s son, Icarus faced the same fate.”

Taeyong’s mind began flashing him some memories that he has never seen before, he didn’t know if he has seen these memories before in his dreams or it was really a reality. He closed his eyes and opened them again continuing to read the article although he found it hard with his weak eyes and strong headache.

“Icarus and his father were trapped. Ever the inventor, Daedalus built wings of feathers and wax to escape. In theory, the wings would allow Daedalus and Icarus to fly above the labyrinth and off the island to freedom. Just before their flight, Daedalus warned his son to be careful. If he flew too low, his wings would get wet in the ocean; if he flew too high, the sun would melt the wax and the wings would disintegrate.”

Taeyong could see that scene but it was blurred, he saw a boy in his twenties talking to a man that seemed to be his father. The boy turned around and he sensed some of his features, he was the spitting image of him, he had the same eyes, hair colour, nose, jawline, height, and even the same built figure of him. He continued reading and the headache of his reached its peak.

“Icarus took off with all intentions of following his father’s sage advice. Away they flew, escaping the labyrinth. Like any adolescent boy, Icarus struggled with parental advice. He found flight awkward at first, but learned quickly and soon flew with the attributes of adolescenceــhis physical strength made up for his lack of coordination and balance. Also, like many adolescents, Icarus moved rapidly from ungainliness to false prowess. Drunk with his newfound power, he soared higher in the sky, ignoring his father’s warning. Daedalus looked around in fright and could not find his son. He peered down at the ocean and saw a small cluster of feathers floating on the water. Icarus had soared towards the sun, his wax melted and he fell to his death into the Icarian Sea.”

That was the last thing Taeyong read before he passed out on the floor. This time instead of the blurred vision he usually saw, he saw the real vision, the vision that was crystal clear.

The sky was clear, the clouds were decorating it beautifully, the birds were flying away their wings making the most peaceful sound, the sound of freedom. Looking beneath him, he saw a man in his mid-fifties flying with his arms extended and he wore artificial wings, that was his father, Daedalus, he looked at his arms and saw that they were also extended as he flew by the artificial wings he wore just like his father.

He saw himself confidently flying high in the sky, he felt the sunlight hitting his face as he felt like a God, he looked up and saw the sun right in front of him. He challenged himself and flew higher and higher, but suddenly the feathers fell off from his wings and his breath hitched in his throat.

“Icarus!”

He kept flapping his wings but soon realized that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his featherless arms, he was holding onto the wood where the feathers were once placed for dear life. He knows he should’ve listened to his father, he shouldn’t have flown too close to the sun.

He fell into the sea, he didn’t know how to swim, and as a result, the water entered his lungs filling them, and he felt as if they were burning. He was scared of the idea of dying. He tried to return to the surface, but it was all in vain, he saw his own life flashes before his eyes, unfortunately, it was short, soon enough he let himself go letting the darkness consume him, with one thought on his mind.

He shouldn’t have flown too close to the sun.

Taeyong opened his eyes gasping as he sat up quickly, he looked around him as he started crying. He got his memories of his past life back, he now knows what the visions he kept seeing meant, he now understood his fears, the man he met and thought he was from his dreams, that man was a clone of his father. He was moral for all the arrogant and overconfident people who were blinded by their ego. What happened to him was taught in schools and it was a lesson that was narrated throughout history.

You were woken up by the loud sobs of Taeyong, startled you ran towards the living room and saw him on the floor hugging his knees close to his chest as he rocked back and forth crying his eyes out.

“Oh my God! Taeyong! What happened?!” you asked and hugged him, his body was as cold as ice and you grew worried. Taeyong pushed you away as he stood up clutching his hair tightly in his hands.

“I know what’s wrong with me.” he said and you looked at him confused before noticing his laptop open on an article. When you read the title your eyes widened looking at him in disbelief. Taeyong straightened his back as he declared.

“I am Icarus, the son of Daedalus.”

Once the words left his mouth, a crashing sound was heard, you jumped in fear and Taeyong grabbed you pushing you behind his back. He looked from the peephole and saw people wearing black hoods. His eyes widened as he stepped back and looked around quickly thinking of a way out. He went to the balcony and saw there was no other way but to jump. All of sudden, someone appeared in the thin air as he stood in front of you.

“Kun? What the hell are you doing here?! And how the hell did you appear out of nowhere?!” you asked when you saw your brother’s friend standing in front of you.

“No time for this now, Y/N. We have to get you somewhere safe, Hades knows of your existence, Zeus wants to meet you.” Kun said saying those words to Taeyong.

He held out his arms for you both to hold onto, you quickly understood what was happening and held Kun’s arm. Taeyong didn’t understand what was happening but Kun looked at him sternly.

“There’s no time Icarus.”

Upon hearing his real name, he grabbed onto Kun’s arm as he teleported you somewhere safe. Just as soon as you disappeared with Kun, Hades burst through the doors looking for the lost soul that was stolen from him a long ago. He let out a scream of frustration refusing to believe that he was tricked twice saying.

“I promise to find you, and when I do, I will make sure you never leave the gates of the underworld ever again, Icarus son of Daedalus.”

***

Taeyong found himself in front of a temple he has never seen before, he looked to his side and saw Kun helping you up. He rushed over to you clutching you close making sure you weren’t hurt, you smiled assuring him you were okay and then looked at the temple in front of you gasping causing Taeyong to raise his eyebrow in confusion.

“Artemis’ Temple.” you whispered and Kun smiled nodding.

He motioned for the two of you to follow him inside the temple where you saw a beautiful woman inside with two other men. Taeyong inspected the temple, it was one of the greatest temples he ever saw, the moon was shining brightly illuminating the temple, he noticed the animals outside the temple like they were guarding it. He looked at the woman who smiled once she saw him, she was a young woman, beautiful and vigorous, wearing a short costume that leaves her legs free. She had a bow on her back, she was also wearing a lunar crescent on her brow.

The second man was an old man, with long curly hair and a beard. Despite being old, he looked strong and demanding, like he ruled the world. Taeyong turned to look at the third man who was staring at him the moment he stepped his foot inside the temple. He was a muscular grown man with a beard, his hands and feet were large. he was also wearing a lion skin garment with a lion’s head still attached, serving him as some sort of hood.

“Hermes, you are late.” the older man said and Kun hurried to him apologising, your eyes widened knowing who they were.

“Icarus, you are still alive.” the muscular man said hugging Taeyong tightly causing him to feel awkward, Taeyong was stiff and didn’t know what to do. He pulled away from him and looked at him shocked, “You don’t know me? I am Heracles, I carried you the moment you fell into the water and was the one to take you to Zeus to let him give you a second chance.” Heracles explained.

Taeyong blinked, so this man was Heracles, and the older man was Zeus, the God of thunder, and the woman must be Artemis, Goddess of wild animals, the hunt, and vegetation and of chastity and childbirth, and this was her temple. Before Taeyong got a chance to reply, Heracles looked behind him staring directly at you causing you to feel small under his gaze. Taeyong furrowed his eyebrows as Heracles walked over to you.

“Aren’t you the witch that I met on my way to bury Icarus and told me that he deserves a second chance and warned me from Hades?” Heracles asked and all the eyes were on you.

You looked at Artemis and read her gaze, taking a deep breath you changed into your true form. The young witch with a black hood that Heracles met in the forest centuries ago.

“I’m Y/N, I’m a witch from Goddess Hecate’s army, I was the one that stole Icarus’ soul from the underworld under the orders of God Zeus.” you declared bravely.

Taeyong felt like he was about to faint, that was too much for him to comprehend, he couldn’t believe that his sweet, graceful girlfriend is a witch, the same witch that saved his life. He looked at you and you avoided his gaze, you weren’t ready to be confronted, but you had no other choice. Taeyong stepped in front of you his eyes held many emotions causing you to feel bad.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Taeyong whispered and you looked at him with tears filling your eyes.

“I couldn’t, I didn’t want to risk your safety, Zeus made me swear to never let you know the truth because Hades was after you for years.” you explained and he shook his head.

“That’s not true! If you really cared about my safety why didn’t you stop us from going here?!” he asked and you looked at him with fire in your eyes.

“Who do you think was the one giving you nightmares? I wanted to stop you from going but not making myself a suspect. I wanted you to take that decision yourself, but I failed because you longed to go back home.” you said and he stared at you not believing his ears.

All this time, his constant suffering from the nightmares was because of you? You gave him those nightmares to scare him? Why would you do that? What has he ever done to you? Taeyong had so many questions, what did he do wrong for you to repay him like this? Why did you even save him in the first place if you were going to make him suffer?

“Why did you save me? You could’ve just let me die, it would’ve been better for me,” Taeyong whispered and you looked at the ground not wanting him to see your tears you replied weakly.

“Because I love you.” your eyes met his soft brown ones, and he started crying with you.

“I saw you every day at the castle of Minos, I saw you when you were locked in the tower with your father, I saw you when you flew too close to the sun and fell to your death and I couldn’t do anything about it because I can’t interfere in Moirai’s fate or else I would be doomed. So, I protected you until Heracles came to bury you, I knew Hades would have you trapped in the underworld without resurrecting you and I couldn’t let that happen, so I convinced Heracles to take you to Zeus so he can resurrect you later and I went to the underworld and stole your soul. This is why Hades is after you. I waited centuries for you so I can finally be able to be with you and away from Hades. Believe me, Taeyong, I did all of this for you, ” you said your tears not stopping once.

Taeyong couldn’t believe you did all this for him, he felt bad about thinking you were a monster, you just loved him and was the reason why he got another chance in life. He was supposed to be rotting in the underworld with Hades, but no, you went through hell and back so he can live again. You did all of this because you love him. Taeyong took your face in his hands placing his soft lips against yours, you kissed him back fiercely holding his face. After a few moments, you pulled away from each other and he kissed your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and you nodded. You pulled away from his embrace and turned to look at Artemis who was smiling at you.

“You have to disappear, and her too, your existence is dangerous, Hades won’t stop unless he has you, and we are a little late behind because Hades already knows about you and he will attack any minute.” Zeus said sternly and Taeyong looked at him scared, he didn’t want to go to the underworld and leave you.

“What should we do father?” Heracles asked and Zeus looked at Artemis and she began explaining what she had in mind regarding the situation.

“I have already spoken to Hecate, she said she found a way for Y/N, as for the boy I’m unsure what we should do with him. I have a thought but I’m not sure about it.” Artemis started and before they could ask her what she meant, a roaring sound was heard. They all turned their heads towards the sound, their eyes widened.

“Hades is here, we are too late,” Zeus said.

Bursting through the door of the temple, Hades with his chariot, the same one that he took Persephone on to the underworld. You gasped standing in front of Taeyong who couldn’t believe his eyes and what he was seeing. He was surrounded by the Greek gods all along.

“Jaehyun is Hades?” he whispered and you kept your ground as Jaehyun, or Hades, glared at you.

“Enough games Zeus! Give me the boy back, you do not see me interfering in your business, so why would you interfere in mine?” Hades spoke with authority dripping from his voice that made your skin crawl.

“Wait until his death Hades, he is already alive!” Zeus spoke loudly and Hades laughed shaking his head jumping off his chariot.

“You really think I’m a fool, don’t you? I know what you did Zeus, for your precious son to be happy you went against the absolute rule we put when you divided our roles. Not to interfere into the other’s business, your words, not mine Zeus.” Hades clarified staring into his brother’s eyes.

Taeyong only watched in silence at the chaos he caused. It was true, he shouldn’t have been resurrected from the beginning, his existence caused troubles for everyone and the world was at risk of war. He will never forgive himself if something bad happens to any of his loved ones, especially you. He wanted to protect you just like you protected him before. He knows he stands no chance against Hades, but he is willing to try his best to solve this.

You were scared for Taeyong, you know  Zeus would never stop Hades this time, it was too late and Hades was right, he was interfering in his business, and if he did this again, a war would afire between them and the world would end. But you couldn’t let them take Taeyong away from you again, you couldn’t live knowing that his life was ripped from him again.

“I’m not leaving this time without the boy, I’m taking him with me, the underworld where he was meant to be from the beginning.” Hades said coldly, and before Heracles could stand up for Taeyong, Zeus held him back shaking his head.

Hades walked towards Taeyong who stood his grounds looking directly at him not scared of him at all, if he was going to take him then so be it. At least he knows you will be safe. Hades grabbed his arm and was about to leave to his chariot when your voice stopped him.

“I stole his soul.”

You looked at Hades who stared at you with a wicked smile, you looked at Artemis who was watching you intently, stepping up you walked to Hades standing in front of him looking directly at Taeyong.

“I stole his soul from the underworld, I was the one that begged for his resurrection, if anyone here is to be punished then it’s me. Spare his life, take mine instead. After all, I’m the real criminal.” you said shifting your eyes to Hades who had unreadable look on his face.

“No, Y/N, don’t do it!” Taeyong hissed but you ignored him still staring at Hades, you wanted to break into his head, get under his skin.

“If you take him I will steal his soul over and over again, I did it once and I can do it again,” you spoke and Hades glared at you. “Come on Hades, just take the rebel in front of you.” you snapped and he pushed Taeyong to the ground and took your arm.

“You think you can challenge me? You’re nothing but a witch that could easily be stripped from her powers! I will make sure you rot in hell.” Hades promised.

“No, please no! Y/N, why did you do it?! Why?!” Taeyong screamed and you looked at him shaking your head.

Hades watched the two of you intently, he wanted to see the both of you suffer, he wanted to punish the two of you so you could be a lesson to all those who dared to go against him. He looked at Taeyong smirking, he had the perfect idea in mind.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook, Icarus. You are going to the underworld with us, and you will see her when she dies, I will make sure those memories haunt you for what’s left in your life. And when you die, I will make sure you face the same fate as her.” Hades said and you shook your head violently.

You couldn’t let Taeyong see you when you’re pushed into River Styx, the scene will forever haunt him, you remember when you used to go to the underworld when Hecate asked you for tasks, you feared falling into that river, you can still remember the screams of the dead as Charon led you in his ferry to your destiny.

Hades took you and Taeyong both on his chariot as he descended the underworld. You could feel your heart beating loudly against your chest as you found yourself in the underworld. You were used to it, but you couldn’t say the same for Taeyong.

Taeyong looked at the world he entered with terrified eyes, it was nothing like what he thought it would be, it was truly haunting, no one would ever wish to go there. Hades stopped his chariot and he pushed the both of you to the ground making a loud thud, he grabbed you and walked to the cliff where you saw the dead souls swimming in the Styx.

“Watch your beloved Icarus, watch her as she falls to her death, remember that you were the one who was responsible for this, she sacrificed herself so you can live, and now she is about to face her fate,” Hades said and was about to push you off the cliff but the sight of sunshine illuminating the underworld captured his attention.

Taeyong turned towards the light and saw a handsome man entering, he was tall and broad and was wearing laurel leaves. Taeyong gasped when he was finally able to see his face, the surprise was obvious on both of your faces.

“Doyoung!” you cried and he helped Taeyong up who was still shocked at the sight of someone that he thought was your protective, older brother, not the God of the sun.

Upon seeing him, Hades rolled his eyes glaring at him not welcoming the God of the sun. “What are you doing here, Apollo? You know you are not welcomed in the underworld.” Hades spat remembering how he tried multiple times to take away his lover, Persephone.

“Zeus sent me here, I’m the guardian of them both.” Doyoung, or Apollo, said not caring about the lethal tone that Hades used.

“Well, the witch here is sacrificing herself to save Icarus. We have a deal, don’t we?” Hades said holding you by the arm tightly.

Apollo looked shocked upon hearing this, he looked at you not believing what Hades was saying and asked, “What? Y/N? Is that true?”

You just smiled weakly nodding, he tried to reach you but stopped knowing he couldn’t do anything to help you. You turned to look at Hades who wanted nothing more than to throw you in the Styx river, you looked at him eyes burning with tears and said.

“I want to say goodbye.”

Hades rolled his eyes tired of your games, it was your last wish, and because he was generous he was going to let you have it. He pushed you towards Apollo who caught you, you looked up at the God that was your brother your whole life. You were crying because you were never going to see him again, he protected you from Hades all this time with his twin sister, Artemis, he protected Taeyong without you knowing it. You hugged Apollo tightly and cried as he held you.

“Thank you for everything, I’m sorry I couldn’t repay you, I wish I could.” you whispered and he held you tightly.

“You don’t have to thank me, we wouldn’t have made it this far without your intelligence. You’re truly the cleverest witch I have ever stumbled upon. Farewell, dear sister.” Apollo said and you pulled away.

“Farewell brother,” you said before shifting your eyes to Taeyong who was still looking at you crying hard, you looked at Apollo again whispering, “I won’t be there, so please keep him safe.”

You turned to look at Taeyong who scooped you in his arms crying heavily, you cried with him holding onto him tightly. It was unfair, he didn’t get to be with you as he liked, you were supposed to grow old together like he had planned, you were supposed to get married and have kids. He never thought your story would end like this. You protected him all this time and he wanted to repay you for it, but he can’t, because you’re sacrificing yourself to save him one last time, to give him the chance to live instead of the one he lost long ago.

Why couldn’t Zeus interfere to save you? Wasn’t he the God of gods? Didn't everything go as he planned? Why couldn’t he save you because of your nobility? Taeyong hated this, he didn’t want to let you go, he wishes he could steal a time tuner and listen to your words of not coming to Icaria, maybe then you would’ve lived comfortably together and achieved your dream to grow old together.

You were still holding onto Taeyong tightly not wanting to let go, you couldn’t if you wanted to, he was holding onto you for dear life, his tears wetting your dress. You ran your hands through his hair trying to soothe him.

“It’s okay love, you’ll be okay, believe me, you have to let go of me, please Taeyong, listen to me this one last time.” you begged but he shook his head pulling away and took your face in his hands.

He kissed your lips hard claiming you, it was your last kiss and you know it, thus causing your heart to ache and cry more. He brought you closer trying to hide you into him but that couldn’t be done, and he had to face the reality that you were slipping through his fingers easily and in front of his own eyes. He pulled away from you resting his forehead against yours, your tears not stopping once.

“Please, please don’t go, I’m not going to be able to live without you, please Y/N don’t do this, don’t leave me. God! Why can’t you just let us be?!” he cried screaming at Hades who didn’t move an inch and held a bored look on his face. Taeyong let go of you and walked up to him not caring if he was going to be cursed by speaking like this to the God of the underworld.

“You took Persephone a long ago, tell me, what if one day Zeus wakes up and decided to take her away from you? Tell me what would you do? Will you be able to move on from her? Will you be happy knowing that you will never see her again?! Answer me!” Taeyong yelled looking dead in the eyes at Hades who tensed hearing his words.

Persephone has always been a sensitive subject to Hades, he lives in constant fear that one day he will lose her, even if he knows that she loves him. The time she spends away from him to go live with Demeter at Mount Olympus is torture, it didn’t help with what Taeyong was saying because it was summer and she was at Mount Olympus. Hades looked at Taeyong who was still crying but his face was a strong showing that he was willing to fight for the girl he loves until his last breath. Hades turned to look at you again.

“Your time is up.”

Before you know it you were yanked away from Taeyong. Everything seemed to be going in slow-motion, you watched as Taeyong screamed trying to reach you but Apollo held him back, he was looking at you with the same look he held on his face upon admitting his fear of losing you the night before when he made love to you. You cried knowing that you broke your promise of not leaving his side, but not everything can go as planned and you knew it from the day Zeus told you that it was time for the resurrection of Icarus, he warned you that there will be trouble along the way, but because you loved Icarus so much you agreed willingly knowing you were capable of protecting him.

Taeyong watched in pure horror as Hades pushed you into the Styx river, he watched your body fall down in the river as the souls surrounded you sucking you deeper into the river. He lost the ability to breathe when he saw you sinking further and further into the river. His mind flashed him memories of the two of you together, your beautiful face, your eyes, your smile, your hair, the way you looked at him, everything. He couldn’t save you, he lost you forever and he was spending the rest of his life haunted with the memory of you sacrificing yourself for him.

Hades turned around and saw Taeyong on his knees still staring at the river with tears rolling down his face not stopping once. He looked at Apollo who was glaring at him, his hatred towards the God of the underworld growing more and more.

“You shall leave now, there’s nothing for you to be here for. Return when you die.” Hades said as he went to sit on his throne. But he was wrong, he had you, and the one thing that Taeyong needed desperately from the underworld.

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Inside the temple, she waited patiently for the guests she expected with her sister, sure she dreaded them, but she had to grant the wish of her brother, and it was the least she can do for him. The story of the sweet sacrifice reached Mount Olympus, some felt nothing, some felt pity, and some admired the witch for her sacrifice, and she was one of those who admired her. Asking her father for help wasn’t easy, she talked to her father to give her permission to interfere knowing fully well she can do something about it and he finally agreed.

“To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Turning around, Persephone saw three beautiful women in front of her, but she knew well that it was just a cover-up for their hideous look. They were the infamous Moirai, the three sisters of fate. Persephone looked at her sister, Artemis who sat patiently waiting for what was to come.

Persephone stood up causing the three women to cower in fear, they knew better not to mess with her, thanks to her husband she was well-respected by other gods, titans and warriors. Persephone stood in front of them and with authority in her voice she said.

“Tell me the fate of the witch who died protecting the boy who flew too close to the sun.”

Everybody knew Icarus, not just because of his tragic story, but how his soul was stolen from the underworld, and now they know him because of the sacrifice the witch made in order for him to be safe and live again. The three sisters looked at each other and showed their true form, three old ugly women.

“The witch is dead, Persephone. There’s nothing to be told about her,” Atropos, one of the sisters who was the cutter of the thread of life spoke. Persephone glared at her growing impatient.

“You know something, and I have an order from Zeus, so I suggest you tell me at once before I take a strong action with you.” Persephone threatened and they looked at each other again in doubt but didn’t want to anger the goddess knowing Hades will punish them for it.

The first sister, Clotho whose job was to spin the thread of life, took out the eye they took from the Graeae and Persephone watched as the eye turned into a small crystal ball and listened to what Clotho had to say.

“The witch never died, her soul refused to leave her body, she was blessed by Aphrodite. From the start when she begged Zeus to give her lover a second chance until this moment. There’s only one way to save her, and Hades has to let her go willingly, if that happened she will reunite with her lover. And if not, her soul will forever be trapped and her body will never leave the Styx river.”

With that being said, the three sisters disappeared from Persephone’s sight, she sighed and turned to look at Artemis who held a sympathetic look on her face sad with the news of her friend’s body trapped in the Styx River. Persephone felt bad for Artemis because she knew the witch never left her side and was loyal to her.

“What are we going to do, Persephone? Hades won’t let her go willingly, you know him better than anyone.” Artemis said her voice soft and calm.

“I know, but she is blessed by Aphrodite, she is Hecate’s warrior and favourite witch, she was your friend, Apollo was her protector, and most importantly, she is admired by me. In front of all these circumstances, Hades might let her go.” Persephone explained thinking of a way to help the witch leave the underworld and reunite with her lover, she looked at Artemis and said.

“Call Hermes, tell him to bring Hecate.”

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You think it might have been just normal, boring days passing by, but the truth was those days were torturing years for Taeyong. He lived with the curse of being the only one to remember you, with your disappearance, it seemed as if you never existed. Johnny and Yuri forgot about you, he guessed it might have been because of the curse that was put on them, and he now knows how torturing that curse is. To be the only one to remember you.

The nightmares he used to get disappeared, instead, all his nightmares were about your death and how you fell into that damned river. How your body kept sinking into it like you would never reach the bottom. Apollo, or Doyoung, kept visiting him every day keeping his promise to you to keep him safe, he has to stick to it because you aren’t there to protect Taeyong yourself.

Doyoung to Taeyong was your older brother that he never got along with because he used to intimidate him all the time. But now they were friends, they spent the past three days talking about you, Doyoung talked about how brave and clever you were, the witch that defeated a titan who threatened Artemis.

You were truly blessed by the gods, Hecate blessed you with more powers than the rest of her witches, you were her favourite and you never let her down. Athena blessed you with her wisdom, Aphrodite blessed you with beauty and gave you the power to love unconditionally, Ares blessed you with abilities to make you a great warrior. You were a friend to Artemis and you were loyal to her. Unfortunately, he never got to meet you before, that was until he learnt that your wish of being with Icarus was finally granted, and asked to be your protector to repay you for protecting his twin sister, swearing to her and Zeus to protect you at all costs.

Taeyong loved hearing about your stories, and it made him feel closer to you knowing how great you were, it made him appreciate you more, but it made him miss you terribly. He keeps looking at the photos of the two of you together staring at your face for hours, it always ends up with him crying his eyes out calling for you in hope you will respond to him.

He wished he had more time to with you, you were ripped from him unfairly and he had no saying in it, he wished he met you sooner, he now knows he should appreciate every second because it’s a blessing. Perhaps he should’ve agreed when you told him you would rip the tickets in half, maybe then you wouldn’t have gotten on the plane and went home and stayed safe together.

Taeyong wondered what was your plan, was it to keep him safe and let him enjoy the life he had? Maybe then his dream of marrying you would’ve come true, maybe you had the same plan as him, marrying each other, having kids, growing old together. If he died naturally maybe then you would’ve gone to Hades admitting your crime then let him punish you all he wants, but then you would be happy because you let Taeyong have the life he deserved.

Maybe that was the plan all along, but he had to ruin it by insisting on going to Icaria for the wedding of his best friend despite all the signals and the frightening nightmares you gave him. He hates himself for it, it led him to lose you, the only person that truly loved him, put up with him, comforted him, helped him, took care of him, the only person that was there for him when no one else was. How could he let you go like that?

He remembers that one night when he fell asleep and had a dream of the two of you getting married, he remembered how happy he was to see that dream coming true, but when he woke up he cried because he knows that dream was never going to come true.

Taeyong sat on the chair watching the two lovers in front of him exchanging vows, they were making their dream of marrying each other come true. Taeyong was bitter, he only watched envious they got this chance and he didn’t, he just hoped that they would cherish one another forever.

“I promise to love you forever, be there for you, hold you when you feel down, protect you till my last breath, I love you so much, Yuri.” Johnny said.

Taeyong’s heart clenched as he remembered how he never got to tell you he loved you for the last time. He blinked trying not to show that he was crying because he remembered his lover. From beside him, Doyoung watched the boy who became his friend, suffer from watching the two lovers in front of him declaring their love towards one another in front of all these people. Taeyong watched as the priest announced them a married couple as they kissed.

The cheering around him seemed to die down as he imagined you and him getting married instead of them. Oh how happy he would’ve been, he would kiss in front of all these people every minute to prove that you were his only to cherish and love. But reality hit him hard in the face when the sight of you drowning into the Styx river crossed his mind.

“Come on, you have to go congratulate them,” Doyoung said pulling Taeyong up as they went to the newly married couple.

“Congratulations, Johnny and Yuri, I’m so happy for you guys,” Taeyong said smiling and Johnny smiled back at him.

“Thank you Tae, thanks for coming, I know it must haven’t been easy on you to travel when you have a phobia of flying,” Johnny said and Taeyong gave him a tight-lipped smile shaking his head.

“No, don’t apologise, I’m more than happy to spend this day with you,” he said and Johnny eyed Doyoung who was standing next to Taeyong awkwardly, Taeyong noticed this and smiled, “By the way, this is my friend, Doyoung, he is a therapist and was more than happy to accompany me. Doyoung, this is my friend Johnny and his wife Yuri.”

Doyoung smiled shaking their hands, “Nice to meet you, and congratulations,” he said and they smiled at him.

“Thank you, Taeyong. Hey, I know it’s been a while since you last went on a date, but I have the perfect date for you, my sister’s friend, she is here today and I can tell you will like her.” Yuri said.

Taeyong looked at Doyoung who kept his mouth shut, he sighed shaking his head, “No, thank you, Yuri. I’m comfortable this way,” Taeyong said and she stared at him.

“What nonsense! I’m sure you will like her!” Yuri said as she waved at someone from behind him.

“Yuri, no, please,” Taeyong tried to stop her but she just hushed him.

“Oh hush, I’m sure you’ll like her, there she comes!” she said and Taeyong sighed looking behind him at the girl Yuri wanted him to hook up with. His eyes widened and he held his breath. It was impossible, that couldn’t be happening, how is this for real? He couldn’t take his eyes off of the girl that was coming their way.

It was you, you looked graceful like how you used to be, your eyes bright and you were still beautiful, your hair shined like it always did, your pretty smile is still the same as it always has been, you didn’t look like how you did when he saw you in the underworld, it looked as if you were never there.

How was this possible? He remembers Hades’ words exactly, you were never to be resurrected again and you were forever trapped in the underworld. Did you manage to escape again? Or did Hades decide to give him mercy and make you return to him? Did Zeus interfere once again? He will never know.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” you said, your voice is still the same, Taeyong smiled happily for the first time in four days.

“I’m Taeyong, nice to meet you too,” he said and he saw how your eyes squinted like you were thinking about something.

“Have we met before?” you asked and Taeyong couldn’t believe it.

You didn’t remember him? You didn’t remember your old life? Did you get resurrected as a human? Was that another chance for him and you? If so, he had to make sure he would never let go of it.

Taeyong smiled shaking his head feeling his heart beat with happiness as he answered your question.

“I don’t think so, I would’ve remembered a beautiful face like yours.”

[rocorambles]

Beginning of Forever

Pairing: Iwaizumi x Reader x Oikawa

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Greek Mythology AU, Poseidon!Iwaizumi, Zeus!Oikawa, Kidnapping, Non-Con/Rape, Non-Con Drugging, Attempted Suicide

Summary: You learn the consequences of rejecting a god.

It only makes sense that when the two gods meet, they meet on Earth, the middle ground between the sky and the sea. A neutral space where they can throw off the responsibilities and weight of being Zeus and Poseidon. A free for all zone where they can pretend to be as human as they possibly can, donning the names Oikawa and Iwaizumi as they challenge each other, seeing who can seduce more mortals, indulging in carnal pleasure.

The competition is always stiff between the two of them, equally overwhelming crowds naturally flocking towards the two men. They never can decide on a clear winner in the writhing, moaning mess of naked bodies sprawled across their hotel room. Counting is the last thing on their minds as they toy with mortals, bringing them to delirious levels of pleasure unlike anything they’ve felt before. The details don’t seem important as they stick their cocks in the countless warm holes aching for them. And as they finally sit back and relax, watching as a few insatiable lustful humans go at it with each other while the others slump in exhausted post-coital bliss around them, Iwaizumi and Oikawa smirk at each other.

Another successful conquest. Just more proof of where humans are on the totem pole compared to gods like them. Mere playthings for them to have fun with.

So imagine their shock and annoyance when they meet you on their latest venture to the mortal world and you don’t spare either of them even a second glance, eyes brushing past their figures blankly before you turn to a bartender and order a drink, back turned to them as you walk away.

Maybe you just don’t appreciate the already swarming crowd forming around them. Maybe you think that they wouldn’t spare you a glance when they already have so many people vying for their attention.

They take pity on you, going out of their way to make the first move, approaching you, gracing you with their full attention.

So imagine the fury in chocolate brown eyes, the hardened edge in green eyes, when you brusquely wave them away from you as if they’re nothing but annoying bugs flitting around you.

The. Fucking. Audacity.

Neither god has ever been completely graceful about being denied, rejected, or told no, even if it came from another deity. So to come from a worthless mortal, a speck of dust in their lengthy existence? Unacceptable.

The gods always get their way.

You learn that the hard way when your surroundings suddenly change, the background noises of music, voices, and glasses fading to nothing, the dark ambiance replaced by pristine white and blues, shimmering seashells and pearls, and the crowd around you gone, leaving only two familiar faces left staring back at you.

Your first guess is drugs and you curse yourself, fear building inside of you as you try and think back on when someone could have possibly slipped something in one of your drinks. Anxiety has you scrambling away from the two men who just impassively continue observing you, green eyes curious, brown eyes amused. And even as you turn around and race away from them as fast as your shaky legs can take you, you can feel those burning eyes on you, waiting, watching.

You almost sob in relief when you see a doorway ahead of you, praying that despite the hallucinatory imagery swirling around you that this is real, that you’ve found your escape. And you prepare your lungs, ready to scream for help the second you step outside. But as you open your mouth the same time the door flings open wide, water crashes around you, overflowing all your open orifices, soaking you, drowning you, until you feel nothing except the accelerating drum of your frenzied heart.

All you can think as your vision goes dark is that this feels all too vivid, all too real.

Dazzling white blinds you as your eyelids flutter open and you wonder if this is heaven, if you’ve passed on. If only you knew how wrong and right you are. Not that the knowledge will do you much good, as Oikawa is eager to show you. Iwaizumi snorts at how Zeus radiates with dark glee, handsome face twisting in something cruel as he revels in your almost tangible fear that permeates in the air when he reveals exactly who they are and the consequences of your disrespect. He’ll never fully understand his fellow god’s obsession with these silly mental and emotional games, but he can be patient and let Oikawa have his fun before they both indulge in you.

After all, meat is always so succulent after being tenderized and marinated.

Oikawa’s always loved the surge of power he feels at being the reason a sweet little thing’s heart races, pupils blown wide in fear, sparkling watery gems forming in eye ducts. And all this just from revealing his name. Zeus. It’s not the joyous worship he’s used to from the old world, but there’s a certain reverence in the way his title incites recognition in you, the way he sees an unbeliever like you finally forced to faith.

He’s not as much of a fan of the way you still shy from him, hands futilely trying to keep him at arms length from you as he insistently approaches you. But he understands. You’re scared. You don’t know how to worship and love him yet. You’re still a new believer.

So it’s up to him to guide you.

You’re not the first terrified and reluctant follower he’s met and Iwaizumi watches in appreciation as Oikawa uses a blend of force and sway to have you bend to his ways. It’s always fascinating to see how pleasure and fear intertwine and mingle in humans and Iwaizumi can feel his arousal grow as you can’t stop the litany of moans forced from your mouth, can’t stop the sticky river beginning to trickle from between your legs despite the way you cry and beg to be released.

Humans really are such simple creatures so vulnerable to their base desires. Even cornered and hopeless, you writhe and wantonly groan as Oikawa’s mouth and hands thoroughly touch every part of you, back arching and eyes rolling back when his cock easily slips inside your drenched cunt. You don’t want to feel good. You shouldn’t feel good. Yet you can feel a familiar coil tightening inside of you with every slide of his shaft against your walls and when he forces you to gaze into those hungry eyes and orders you to cum, you obey.

You’re so malleable, so well-behaved, by the time Iwaizumi finally has his way with you. It’s hard to believe you’re the same arrogant woman who dared to turn them away when you easily let him spread your legs, not even bothering to hide how lost in pleasure and desire you are, clenching around his cock and begging for more, more, more. And Iwaizumi almost feels a pang of regret, wishing you had a bit more fight and resistance left in you, not as into the mindless sex doll appeal Oikawa enjoys.

But he’s not disappointed when the haze of sex fades and the fire returns to your eyes, fueled even more by disgust at yourself and them for the night of decadence. And he laughs when you lash out at them, vicious scathing words dripping like venom from your lips, claws sharpened and ready to strike. It’s his turn to break you apart and he relishes in the way your nails painfully attempt to pierce his skin, the way your eyes glow in their rage.

He’s not Oikawa and you learn that the hard way. He knows what this is. He’s not arrogant enough to believe you truly want this, that you’ll ever want this. But he doesn’t care. If anything it only excites him more, the way you ferociously fight him. And he grunts in pleasure as he pins you from behind, forcing your head into the ground as he thrusts into your raised and exposed ass, marking and claiming you inside and out, treating you like nothing more than a prized animal.

It’s disarming and overwhelming how different and similar the two are, your mental barriers unable to keep up and adapt to their various approaches. You try to resist, try to look for ways to escape your luxurious prison deep under the ocean surface. But you find your resolve crumbling, find yourself craving Oikawa’s filthy demeaning words, find yourself waiting expectantly for Iwaizumi’s more physical proof of ownership. And when you look in the mirror one day and see yourself covered in bite marks and blooming spreads of purple, black, blue, and red, you sob, unable to recognize the woman staring back at you.

Your resistance has been laughable as of late and Iwaizumi sighs as Oikawa gloats, taking bets on how many more days it’ll take before you completely break and accept your place, before you grovel on your knees and beg to please them and praise them. How much longer until you become a true believer?

But it’s Iwaizumi’s turn to excitedly smile when he senses you attempting to leave his domain once again, in desperate pursuit of a watery end. And he chuckles at the irritated tsk from the god beside him as he leisurely takes his time to forcefully rescue you from the liquid flooding your lungs.

“You have some work to do on your seduction skills, brother, if she'd rather die than be with us for a second longer.”

Darkness has never felt so welcoming and you bask in the feeling of your consciousness fading to black, finding peace even as your lungs ache and burn from lack of oxygen. But you thrash as much as you can while submerged when a pair of strong hands grab you, wailing in denial as air rushes through your heaving body.

“Oh, darling. You didn’t think you could escape us that easily did you?”

A handsome face crowned by wavy brown locks sweetly smiles at you and dismay numbs your body, making your limbs heavy, your mind blank. And you just dumbly stare back as Iwaizumi moves behind you, lifting a golden goblet to your lip, submissively sipping whatever he offers you, thinking it’s just water to help clear your mouth of the salty ocean still clinging to your senses. But what you aren’t expecting is the unnatural warmth that floods you, has you gasping and contorting, only Iwaizumi’s reassuring hold and Oikawa’s voice grounding you throughout the chaos.

“Ambrosia…”

You can hardly believe your own word as you voice it outloud. A nectar meant only for the gods. A substance created for longevity and immortality.

Oikawa coos as hot tears run down your face when realization sinks in, when the promise of a lifetime and more, of forever, settles in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t cry. We knew this would be a difficult change for you, so we added something else to the ambrosia to help ease you into things. Can you feel it?”

And you do feel it, whimpering and moaning as the aphrodisiac they had mixed with the fragrant beverage streams through you, nipples hardening, pussy aching and dripping, staining the ground underneath you that you find yourself helplessly grinding against for delicious friction and relief.

You shake your head side to side as both gods surround you, but as the hard toned planes of their chests press against you, any resistance disappears and you greedily rub your tingling buds against Oikawa’s bare skin, hands clinging onto broad shoulders, back arching as you shake your ass against Iwaizumi’s hardening cock.

Oikawa’s cruel laughter fills the air, but you don’t have it in you to feel a shred of humiliation, not when everything feels so good, so addicting, and you plead for more even as he mocks you, his fingers meanly twisting and pinching your nipples, sneering at how well you’re responding, how you were made to be used for all of eternity. And how can you even argue against him as you’re forced over the edge again and again, cumming with seemingly every simple touch, body jolting in pleasure with even just a brush of his fingertips?

Is this what it means to be fucked silly? To succumb to lust? You don’t know how much longer you can survive, how much longer you’ll be yourself when they’re through with you, if they’re ever through with you. And you sob in fear? Overstimulation? Overwhelming desire? You don’t know.

You don’t know anything except for the way two cocks stretch you more than you’ve ever thought possible. You don’t know anything except for the joy of having your two holes stimulated, stuffing you full of sticky warm spurts. You don’t know anything except the intoxicating smell of musk, sweat, and sex as your face is shoved between strong thighs, your nose and mouth forced to clean the mess you’ve made of their shafts and balls, only for your lewd messy appearance to cause their dicks to rise in interest and start the entire process all over again.

When your head finally begins to clear, rational thoughts and shame flooding through you, it’s too late. And despite the desperate words of denial you manage to use the last of your will to utter, even you can hear the tremble in your voice, even you can’t deny the way your hips continue to bounce up and down of their own will on the two cocks still buried balls deep inside of you.

You sob as Oikawa tenderly kisses you, nuzzling his forehead against yours in a grotesque version of a lover’s touch, croaking out “no, no, no” as the goblet is held to your mouth once more, Iwaizumi’s hand warningly wrapping around your throat when you take a second too long to part your lips.

“Drink up, darling. It’s the beginning of forever.”

[roseraintears]

Dark-Seven part three - Jason

I apologize @reading0mens for the longtime it took me but I love Jiper angst sooo it got a bit long XD, feedback would be cool :)

- The day Gea was destroyed marked the end of the giant war

- But for Jason, it was the most horrible day of his life

- He wakes up in the infirmary without Leo and Piper

- They are dead Chiron tells him

- Leo gave his life to kill Gea and the eagles could not catch Piper on time

- Jason refuses to believe it until he runs out and sees her

- Her bloodied corpse, her lifeless eyes they will hunt him until the end of his life

- He wanted to grow old with her

-As he gently rocks her in his arms he tries to understand

- Why would Hera let her die after she screwed so much with her life already?

- Why would she let Leo sacrifice himself in such a violent way?

- He knows the truth deep in his heart

-As he watches Piper‘s body burn among the others he learns what real hate feels like

-It scares him

- He was supposed to be Hera‘s champion, a loyal soldier to the gods

- His pain gets worse when he is alone

- Percy and Annabeth leave Camp for school

- Hazel and Frank go back to Camp Jupiter

- He spends his time alone in his cabin living in the vision he saw when the gods came to help them

- Piper is alive whispering soft words to him that everything is going to be okay

- That he is a person instead of Hera‘s shallow Champion

- They even help him to continue his designs for the minor gods temples

- But soon his love for her turns to desire

- He knows that she is not really with him and who is responsible for it

- He does not want to sit around anymore doing exactly what Hera would want him to do

-“I…..I can‘t do this anymore Pipes.“, He tells her one night his body trembling in despair

-“Yes you can Jason! You are a hero that always stepped up to do what‘s needed.“ She says her words piercing into Jason‘s heart like her dagger

-To him, they feel like an accusation

- All of the sorrow and anger boils up in him

- He does not notice the wind around him growing stronger, or the thunder from outside

- He is tired of Hera, tired of being too perfect

- The papers are thrown across the room and he stands his body shaking with rage

- A yell of defiance leaves him and the storm sends lighting to hit the Cabin

- The Campers find Jason sitting still in smouldering remains

-His eyes are closed tears running down his cheeks but there is a smile on his face

- Invisible chains put on by Hera have just been broken

- Jason never felt more alive

-“I‘m done being their servant Chiron and you should be too.“, that is Jason‘s goodbye, a reminder that the centaur should be a protector not a trainer of child soldiers

- No one follows him when he leaves not even Nico

-They all saw the cold bitterness in Jason once-loyal blue eyes, they all feel his calm aura like wolve ready to strike everyone that comes to close

- Jason is glad for their fear

- He does not want anyone innocent getting hurt in his crazy plan

- Jason fly away but still stays close to the sea

- The papers of the minor gods are destroyed but he can still remember all of their names

- Kymopolaia is the first one he calls on the beach of Montauk

- She emerges from the water in all her glory and Jason can‘t suppress his joy

-He acts like Jason grace always did

- Flattering, his compliments even making the violent storm goddess blush

- Only when she wonders why he is here that he shows her a few of his true emotions

- He talks about how Hera forced his mom to give him to the wolves

- He tells her about all the friends that he lost to Hera‘s obsession with tormenting him, how much Piper and Leo gave him hope for a home, how the queen of the gods let them die

-When he is finished high waves are fluting the beach while Kymopolaia cries in pity for the young hero

- Jason‘s apology enrages her even more

-“The twelve Olympians will never respect or honour anyone who is not useful to them.No matter how many temples I build for them you are just a goddess of lower rank just like I was just their servant. I would just waste my time trying to fix their mistakes and in the end, neither of us would get what they want.“, He says true regret in his voice

-Poseidon's daughter grits her teeth while high waves flute the beach as her body is shaking

- Jason confirmed what she has been dreading since the war ended and her father made up excuses to exclude her from his royal court

-He comforts her and he can tell how he stirs up her hate for Posidon

- Jason can barely hide his satisfaction, his plan is working just like hoped it would

- He advises her to turn the sea against her father, it‘s her birthright after all

- Kymaploaia‘s eyes fill with a mad gleam, a whirlpool around her shows agreement

- She is not afraid to take on the sea, hundreds of tormented river gods will stand behind her angry because they had been forbidden to kill the humans that hurt them every day

-After Jason wished her good luck she leaves and he lets out a laugh of satisfaction

-Words can be more powerful than lightning he learned that from Piper

- A part of him still despises what he has become but he tells himself that Hera turned him into this

- She created a weapon and now she has to deal with the consequences

- He continues to travel all over the country flying over it with his storm horse, never staying at one place for long as he is sure the eyes of Hera are on him

- Every stop brings a talk to another minor god

-Hypnos and Morpheus are easy to convince

-Every mortal needs to sleep and dream so why are they never invited to mount Olympus throne room?

- Jason orders them to rebel against the Olympians in the cities of the demigod Camps first

-It is the only way to ensure that his friends will stay out of his way

- Aelous is harder

- The mad lord of the winds always hated demigods and he is not pleased when Jason holds the dozens Venti he sends to kill him still in the air with one move of his hand

-Jason uses no charm on him but instead reminders of all the times Zeus forced him to deal with storm spirits all by himself

-The idea that he can banish the storm spirits once and for all after Zeus is gone finally convinces him

-But Jason still wants the god to know that he is the leader of this rebellion who should not be messed with

- So he concentrates and moves his hands to control the storm spirits again

- He can feel their anger through the winds but he still manages to force them to turn into wolves their lightning eyes blazing with hatred

-“You will serve me from now on.“, He orders them through his mind his voice sounding like thunder in their heads and they indeed bow their heads before him

-Aelous only laughs at this sight

-“You have changed Jason Grace! If you are ready to rebel against your father just because of the Aphrodite girl and that son of Hephaistus then you are just as crazy as me.“ The lord of the winds jokes when Jason is about to leave with his new wolves

-“I‘m just ready to do anything for the people I love.“, Jason replies coldly

-From Olympus Hera hears those words too

- They seem a weak excuse for all the chaos Jason has caused

-The sea has been stormy for days swallowing ships and fluting beaches while the cities are fluted by rivers

- Zeus is barely able to control his winds and so the weather jumps from hot to cold in minutes

The gods own children are sleeping alongside hundreds of mortals unable to help their parents

- Hera knows that Jason will make things even worse if he is not stopped now

- But her love for him or rather the love for his loyalty to her is what makes her believe that she can bring him back

- Not herself she is not that naive

- Only one person can and even though she is gone Hera has figured a way to use her against Jason

-If only she could see the cruelty of her tricks

- Jason begins to hear Piper‘s voice again in his dreams

- She is not soft with him anymore

- Instead, she tells him how terrible he has become, that he acts like a pathetic child just because he failed to save her

-He yells that he is doing all this to get justice for and Leo but that only makes her laugh so loud that he has to cover his ears to drown it out

- Sometimes he also hears Leo mocking him, saying that he can‘t believe he ever looked up to him

- Jason wakes from those nightmares in sweat and tears until he decides that sleep is overrated

- He feels more comfortable moving around with his wolves anyway, it reminds him of old times, his childhood

- Unfortunately, his sleep deprivation changes his methods to gain more allies

- The nature spirits (Nymphs and dryads), aren‘t met with his charm but instead little patience and quick anger

- To Jason they are dumb, Zeus hit on them for centuries why are they so unwilling to turn against him?

-He tries to stay calm but their talks about how his plan is insane to remind him of Piper and the things she said in his dreams

- Not only once does he command his venti to burn whatever three or plant annoys him too much, the wolves happily oblige and tore the spirits apart with their electricity sparking teeth

- More and more Jason Grace begins to remind them of Zeus, unforgiving, cruel to anyone that does not obey his wishes

-When a young dryad girl dares to say that to Jason out loud he snaps

-A huge thunderstorm is summoned, lightning blasting the girl loved ones

-The forest burns in bright orange flames and Jason uses the winds to direct them towards the girls three

- She dies screaming in the flames while storm wolves bite at her to electrocute

- Jason grins at her Beggs as he looks directly into her beautiful dark eyes, Hera has those too

- Nature decides to join him out of fear

- The gods will be mad but it is the only way to avoid Jason‘s rage

-Jason feels powerful riding past them on his horse while they bow

-He can feel the wind gods around him ice cold, hot like fire

-On mount Otrys he calls for Hecate as the next step for his plan

- When she ignores his call he does not care

- Electricity runs through his veins power, it does not matter if he has to wait a bit until Olympus falls

- Suddenly a voice calls him making his blood turn cold

-He turns his head to look behind him and as expected no one is there

-He tells his rising panic that it was not real, he just hasn‘t slept for four days

- The temperature drops, darkness crawls over the hilltop, he feels watched

-“I‘m here Jason it‘s okay.“, Her voice is sweet close and yet it makes him shiver in fear 

- It can‘t be her

- Jason draws his sword and gets on his horse, the wolves growl restlessly as they can feel their master distress

-“Who are you? Show yourself!“, He demands despite his shaking voice

- Her laughter is loud wild like the summers breeze, he has heard it a thousand times before

-His eyes fly around frantically there is only the shadows of the rising night

-“I‘m your girlfriend Jason! Did you already forget that?“, the girl that can‘t be her asks amused

- A person stands in front of him out of nowhere

-Jason‘s sword falls to the ground, his eyes fill with tears

-Her clothes are nothing she would wear and yet he would recognize her blind

-Piper McLean, the love of his life stands there in a white long dress, her dark brown hair falls loose around her shoulders, her eyes of lighter brown are reaching into his soul

-“No…...this is a trick! You…….you are dead.“, Saying it hurt but it was the truth

- His venti flicker with lighting in agreement

-“I……..don‘t know why they let out but does that matter?!, I‘m here and….I missed you.“, Piper sobs, her despair finally washes away his doubts with guilt

-He slides off his horse ignoring the suspicious neighing

-Jason goes to her slowly putting his hand on her cheek, she feels real

-“I missed you too Pipes.“, He croaks and then breaks down pulling her against his chest all pain of losing her, the hatred against Hera, the things he did to convince gods and spirits to rise against their rulers, even the nightmares in which she hated him, spilling out of him

-He is scared of her backing away when he is finished, of her making his horrible dreams come true

-Instead, she looks flattered and sad as she puts a hand on his chin

-“Perhaps that is why they allowed me to leave the underworld.“, She says so softly and Jason is caught in confusion and overwhelming relief that she does not hate him

-“What do you mean?“, Jason asks suddenly feeling worried, the gods would never allow someone to cheat death especially someone close to him

-“I think the gods want me to save you from yourself.“, Piper answers with concern,

-Jason looks at her stunned then as he processes her words anger rises in him

.-Yes it does sound like Hera to use Piper that way

-“No Pipes I never felt better ! They are just scared because I make their system fall apart.“, He responds not able to hide his pride,

- He is happy that she worries for him but he wants her to know that he is okay that they are okay

-He wants to squeeze her hand as recurrence but Piper steps back with guilt in her eyes

“ Jason…….you haven‘t slept for days and all those burnt nature spirits? This isn‘t you.“, She says her words soft but they are too much like his dreams

-“Yea I have been a bit crazy lately but only because I want to make them stop Pipes. All those mistakes or wars of the gods that we have to die and fight for. Losing Leo and you was something I don‘t want any other demigod to go through. I want us to live in peace and that is only possible if we aren‘t controlled by an egoistic good and his controlling queen.“, He explains and despite his fear, he means every word

- He just wants Piper to understand so that she will fight at his side again

-The image brings a smile to his face

-The two of them standing in front of a chained up Hera in all their glory

-Piper brings him back with a sigh and the deep pity in her eyes fills him with despair

-Why is she so against opposing the gods, Wasn‘t she the one that cursed Hera and despised how the goddess put herself in charge of his life?

-A dread rises in the back of him, he suppresses it quickly

-“Our lives aren‘t controlled by the gods Jason. The fates are the ones that decide what challenges a hero has to face. You are wasting your time and ruining your own life fighting for something that will never change. Call off the rebellion Jason and tell the gods to be actual parents. Tell them to protect their children from their destines as long as possible and then go home to rest. That would be easier than a war you can‘t win.“, Piper finally says

-Despite all of his anger Jason has to admit that her advice is tempting

- The vision of him growing old with Piper could come true plus he truly is not strong enough to fight fate itself so why not ask the gods for a favour? Maybe he can convince them to change after all he is the favourite of their rulers

-But then a thought washes away that option and he figures a way to tell Piper why the Olympian council needs to be reformed

- When Piper takes his hand again he looks at her with determination

“I can‘t. Hera loves using demigods too much. Look what happened to Leo. She claimed that she wanted to prepare him for his future just to let his mom die and let him sacrifice himself. You once said that heroes have to step up and do what is right and that is what I‘m doing right now.“, He explains

-For a short moment he thinks guilt washes over Pipers face

- Suddenly he realizes how strange her pleading was

-Piper always was someone to take action, she would never tell him to just do nothing and the way she almost took all fault from the gods……..

-“Hera only did that because she knew what Leo‘s role in the war was gonna be. She may not be the best but she is not our enemy Jason. She cared for Leo and she cares about you too.“, Piper says and now Jason is sure

- He rips his hand away from her his eyes burning with rage

-“Piper would never defend Hera ! Who are you?“, He asks coldly anger numbing the shattering of his heart

-The girl looks at him in confusion, he hates that she does it through Pipers eyes

“ Jason -“

-“ Don‘t! Stop using her voice and show yourself! I want to know which god I have the honour to kill!“, Jason spats

- At this moment he forgets all of his good morals, only blind hatred is left

-The Venti come to his aid, they swirl around him like a mini hurricane and he can feel their power pulsing through him, waiting for his command

-“I‘m just trying to help you Jason even if you could kill me that would not solve anything.“She warns but it is still Piper's voice and he will make her pay for it.

-“Oh no I think this will make me feel a lot better and if Hera send you just know that what happens to know is her fault, not mine.“, Jason says with a cruel smile before turning his storms to pure lightning

- with a hand wave the spirits turn into pure lightning crashing into where she stood

-Flames light up the hill but she is not there anymore

-A huge dove is in her place attacking immediately scratching at his face

-Dark clouds gather thunder is booming, rain falls,

-the Windlords themselves lift Jason into the air pushing his attacker away

- He does not need his sword

- The sky is his weapon

-Jason chases the goddess, calls cold wind to let hail fall onto her instead of rain

- Lightning strikes and he catches it in his bare hands, it flickers over his entire body until it gets thrown towards his victim

-Despite all of this the dove keeps trying to get closer, her voice pleading for him to stop his madness

- A hysterical laugh is his answer, he remembers a time where the gods loved him for his kindness, the same one that forced him to keep Heras chains on him for too long

- This goddess is treating him like he is still a pawn but that will end now

- Jason spins himself around his arms outstretched

- Wind blows around him, the dove shrieks in panic

- A tornado is throwing her around in circles like a puppet

- She changes form to other animals, attempts to escape through the cloud storms walls

- That is when they become pure lightning

- it hits her makes her body twist unnaturally

- She falls and Jason is still in the storms eye, He feels like a god bathed in his fathers lightning bolts

- The goddess unmoving body beneath him looks so tiny almost fragile even when she has changed to her Olympian form

- He would have pitied her if he hadn‘t recognized her, now he only feels disgusted

- Another shockwave is sent through her body before Jason dissolves his tornado

- The wind gods hesitate for a moment not liking what Jason might have in mind

- Jason is stronger and so they follow him down towards his victim as only a soft breeze

-“Why?“, He spats down at her as she wakes up

- His short question holds her crime all the pain and false hope she put him through

- She gets on her knees to look up at him her ever-changing hair clothes and eyes even her skin that is healing her burns are no beauty to him anymore

-“Hera and I only wanted to help you Jason.“, Aphrodite apologizes maybe there are real tears in her eyes

-“ I need help? I‘m not the one impersonating my dead daughter to manipulate her boyfriend!“, He spats finding her trick even more disgusting as he puts it into words

- He thinks about how she held him, what would have happened if he did not find out who she was

- He feels dirty

“I always take on the form of loved ones that's why Hera send me. She knew that Piper was the only one to get you out of your grief. Love is the only thing more powerful than hate“, Aphrodite explains and with every word, she looks more and more like Piper again

- Jason realizes that she is just as bad as Hera, another god that messed with his mind

- He sees how heavy she is breathing, it is time to punish her

-“Well then let me tell you something about love.“, Jason says making a pulling motion with his hands reaching for her breath

- He bends the oxygen out of her, the goddess head being forced forward

-The winds grow stronger again, he hears their whispers to not do this, he is deaf to their pleads

-“N – No!“, She protests in horror, her body glows attempting to release her true form but his attack surprised her and is now making her too weak

-Jason continues an air bubble forming around her head

-She digs her nails into her throat until they are bloody, her eyes nearly pop out of her skull and her face is an ill shade of blue

- the chocking noises she makes are music for him

-Jason enjoys every second

-Her looking like Piper does not save her

- It only reminds him more of the future he has lost and that makes him more furious

-When her sounds and body become still and her face is one mask of fear he finally tells her

-“Love never lasts long in this world.“

-No air gets added to the bubble, it dissolves

- An Aphrodite goddess of Love and beauty falls dead to the ground killed by her daughter's lover

- Jason feels empty

- He just killed a goddess he should feel ecstatic

- But instead, he feels as if something broke inside him

-Jason stares at the sky waiting for a reaction

-“ Come on Hera! This is what you wanted me to become right? A murderer your weapon. Just come to me and admit it !“, Jason yells tears streaming down his cheeks

-He falls to the ground as the thing he did crashes down on him

-He killed for revenge just like Zeus, Hera and all other gods did for centuries

-How is he better than them now?

-His allies seem to think the same thing

-Jason can‘t summon his venti in the morning

- The winds are harder to bend under his will

- Nature hides from him it does not matter how much he burns no one shows up

- Sometimes he hears the spirits weeping but he knows it is not meant for him

- Jason gets more and more desperate

- As of last hope he goes to San Fransisco

- The first step he takes into the city shows him that it‘s full of life again

-He plays with the thought of going back to Camp Jupiter

- But he does not want his friends to see what he has become

- On Ocean Beach, he yells for Kym

-Jason tells himself that she can help him turn his fate around

-“I‘m sorry Jason but I don‘t talk to traitors.“, She whispers from under the sea

-Jason feels like a wolve being cornered

-“ I never betrayed you the gods did !“ He shouts his voice sounding childish in his ears

-“You promised to fight in my name and then went on a crazy rampage just to make Hera feel bad. I expected better from you Jason.“, Kym told him in a stern almost motherly tone

- The words are a punch to his gut, a mirror showing him the truth

-His plan was supposed to be a peaceful change of the god's council, yes he knew about the damage the minor gods would cause but that was just to get the higher gods attention

-He sees the dryad girl in the flames, aphrodite chocking as air is pulled out of her

-This rebellion started with a wish for justice for Leo and Piper, for all those treated badly by the gods

- His lust for revenge destroyed all that

-Regretful he walks into the sea the water going up to his knees

-“ I‘m sorry.“, Jason says honestly

-That is when they finally react

- The waves grow bigger a man with a trident emerging out of them, Nature spirits come out of their plants with pinecones and daggers for weapons the blond-haired woman with her crown of corn is their true goddess

- The mist rising around him lets him hear his victim screams once more

-“Jason Grace we are here to punish you for crimes against us and the entire western civilization. Surrender now or seal your fate.“All of the Command in Unison

-He thinks of giving himself up

-He was raised as a Roman, he learned when a soldier has no chance to win

- Yet the thought of kneeling and letting Hera win so easily makes him sick

- And so he refuses

- The fight does not take long

- Jason summons lightning to blast away Nyads that grasped his ankles

-He runs out of the sea directing lightning at the advancing Dryad warriors

-They burn but the flames seem to have gathered they're own concise

-Orange and high they rage towards him growing on sand which was not possible

-They burn Jason‘s arm as he attempts to fly over them

-Screaming in pain he struggles to stay in the air

-Demeter uses her giant staff to let the three roots attack him like huge arms

-Her followers throw weapons at histones that for some reason always hit no matter how much he uses wind to push them away

-Rain comes and turns into a huge rain shower blinding his view

-He is forced to fly backwards and that is when Poseidon's trident impales his gut

-Blood spills pain forbids him to breath

-His vision goes black before he falls in the threes arms

-Jason wakes in ironically on chains in front of Hera and Zeus

-"I hope you know what a disappointment you are to me.", Zeus says but Jason's eyes are fixed on Hera

-She looks at him with a deep sorrow he did not expect so he chooses the last beg

-" Whoever you choose as your next heroes Hera please don't control them. Remember me as a warning of what happens if you do.", He pleads

-He is scared of his punishment but if Hera realizes her mistakes then maybe all of this was worth it

-Hera only replies with a small nod

-Then he is dragged off to the underworld by Hades off to the cliffs that lead into Tartarus

Jason panics as he realizes

He thought that he would end up in the fields of punishment

-But of course, Zeus hates when his children ruin his good name

-He struggles against his bonds begs his uncle to at least let him see his friends one more time

Luckily Hades is one of the kinder gods 

-He summons Piper's ghost, he does not say why Leo is not there

-She smiles at him sadly and maybe with anger which Jason does not blame her for

-Her kiss on his forehead brings tears to his eyes

-"Goodbye Jason. I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble.", She whispers and he shakes his head

-"Don't be. All of this is Heras fault and mine.", He tells her and with that, she is gone again

-He thinks of her and Leo while he falls

-Hera mourns him for days

-She watches the rest of the seven holding his funeral at Camp Jupiter

-They understand his motives and that's why they still love him as the friend he was

-Hera understands him too

-She was not liked in the past few centuries and that was why the idea of her very own hero made her blind for letting him be a child

-Now that was what killed him and Zeus was already off making another hero that he can  be more proud of

-A child he warned her to not even look at

-The other demigods resent her even more

-Frank Zhang would be her other hero but Hazel Levesque would never let her near him

-She thinks about Jasons last words, his beg that she shouldn't mess with children's lives

-It's when Leo Valdez returns and learns of his friend's fate that she promises herself to remember

-The hatred in his eyes is enough to bring even a goddess to her senses 

[pjo-whore]

Percy Jackson At Hogwarts

Chapter 1: Wizards Are What Now?

Look, Percy never wanted to be half-blood.

Being a half-blood – the child of a mortal human and a god – was dangerous. It was scary. Most of the time, on top of having neglectful parents and a dysfunctional and incestuous family that wanted you dead for petty reasons, it got you killed in other painful, nasty ways.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Percy didn’t feel envious of the kids who didn’t have to deal with the mythological world.

Percy Jackson was seventeen years old. Until a month ago, he was fighting a war against a Greek primoradial, the Earth Mother incarnate, Gaea – also known as his great grandmother. Before that, he fought in a war against his grandfather, Kronos, Greek Titan of Time, who wanted to overthrow the Olympian gods and take over the world and the Empire State Building. Somewhere in between he also found time to spend a month in literal Greek hell, Tartarus, who also happened to be his great grandfather, and who also tried to murder him on sight.

Was Percy a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

And right now, he was still trying to clean up the mess from the Second Giant War.

Now that there wasn’t a war looming overhead, the gods’ recent exploits were coming to light, and new demigods were popping up everywhere, everyday. The number of demigods skyrocketed now that they were actively searching and not waiting for them to stumble into Camp on their own.

But that also meant there were new kids to train, more demigods for the gods to claim, and less time to recoup from the recent war.

Less than a month had passed since Gaea’s defeat.

The days were filled with helping each other get back on their feet, rebuilding the camps, and trying to keep the fragile peace in order.

There was still a lot to sort out, and the gods weren’t as hands-on as most would like. There was conflict building up. News spread about how the gods helped the seven demigods of the prophecy fight the giants, because a giant couldn’t be killed by a mortal alone, and this made many jealous and angry. The gods could pop in for a single battle when it was their own ass on the line, but not when a group of their own literal kids needed to rebuild their home that was dedicated to the gods?

Besides Chiron and Dionysus, the only god to physically stay at Camp Half-Blood following the battle against Gaea due to his punishment from Zeus, there were no other adults. The oldest demigods were barely twenty. Despite age, most, if not all, the demigods looked to the prophecy demigods for guidance and leadership.

Annabeth, Jason, Percy, Piper, and Nico.

The brunt of the responsibility fell on the daughter of Athena, and the son of Poseidon. They led their Camp through the Second Titan War, and now they were survivors of another war.

Things weren’t easy for a long time.

The Camp was completely ravaged.

During Gaea’s seize of the Greek demigod Camp, the cabins were burned by the monsters and toppled by Gaea’s massive earthquakes. Not even the Big House – the staple of Camp Half-Blood, the oldest building on the lot – survived the attack.

Camp Jupiter didn’t fare any better, but their buildings had been more structurally sound, thicker and built of material that didn’t burn and crumble. Enough buildings were still standing well enough to inhabit.

Everything had to be rebuilt for Camp Half-Blood.

Nobody could be sent home – to their mortal homes, with mortal parents, and a mortal life, mortal being the slang for “normal” among the mythological world – despite the new lack of residency at Camp Half-Blood. Kids needed to heal. There were nightmares and PTSD. Trauma and concussions. People to be counted, bodies missing, some so mauled they were impossible to identify. Several bodies were unearthed from the ground, sucked in by Gaea’s attack and suffocated beneath the dirt.

Shrouds were made for those who could be identified, the unknown buried in unmarked graves to be remembered. Those who were missing were given honorary shrouds, unknowing if they were in one of the unmarked graves. The Romans were unable to do their traditional funeral rituals, transporting the bodies all the way to Camp Jupiter, and were burned in shrouds alongside the Greeks.

Mortal parents simply couldn’t help.

They couldn’t fathom their children being in a war.

There were fears that demigods would be taken away from Camp Half-Blood by their mortal parents, horrified at what their kids were put through. Chiron especially worried about demigods who would be kept from Camp by parents, forcing them to live alone without any mythological world support, to defend against monsters on their own, without any magic or special weapons.

So, among the remaining able-bodied demigods, Greeks alongside Romans worked together to erect the new Big House. Tents from the Romans’ siege on Camp Half-Blood were gifted to the Greeks to provide residency until the new cabins were built, while the Romans started to march back home.

During all the chaos, Percy didn’t have any time to sit down and process all that happened.

The whole Camp looked up to him as a leader, but Percy didn’t feel very strong or wise.

He only felt bitter.

There were some who walked by and whispered “lucky” and “prophecy.”

Some who stopped talking as soon as he walked into the room.

Those who acted like he wasn’t even human, just some untouchable hero; but they ostracized him.

Percy was aware that he was one of the so-called “lucky” campers; lucky being compared, because at least he walked away with all his limbs intact.

It didn’t feel like he was lucky.

He wasn’t unscathed. He bore many scars, visible and not. His time in Tartarus was an impossible nightmare on bad nights, and a shadow on good days.

Percy was learning that he had triggers.

He was learning Annabeth did, too.

Neither liked using elevators.

Annabeth’s expression went tight when Percy used his powers around her. She turned away, sometimes completely leaving the area.

She got antsy in the dark, a childhood fear resurfaced.

There were other little things; at night when she had nightmares she would toss and turn in bed, sweating through her clothes and sheets, despite the breeze being cold. Sometimes Annabeth would completely avoid Percy, acting snappish, always coming back and apologizing in the end, and they would hold each other like they were hanging over the chasm again.

Annabeth refused to talk about what she saw in her nightmares, and Percy never pushed. He was one of the only people who could understand what she was going through.

Sometimes all they could do was sit and try to drown out the memories of The Pit.

Percy’s triggers were different.

He developed a deep-seated hatred for empousai. The moment he saw one, his body started to shake with adrenaline and nerves, fire flashing before his eyes.

Percy could no longer look at the stars without feeling a deep loss, tears pricking at his eyes.

He prayed to his father, Poseidon, more often, as if trying to re-establish his connection to the sea, to re-establish his connection to the Overworld, as if that could cleanse him of what happened in The Pit. As if he could wash away the touch of The Pit.

Percy’s nightmares were always blurry and violent. He wouldn’t snap awake like others. He didn’t startle or jerk upright. He didn’t make a single noise. He would wake silently, and lay there in bed, eyes open and unseeing, that shattered glass feeling he always dreaded at the bottom of his stomach. After he could never go back to sleep, and he would get up and sit on the tile in his cabin for hours and look in the mirror and wait for the image to change. He would wait for it to reflect what he feared, though it never did.

*

“Okay, so, how big is the situation? Is it like, ‘Aphrodite lost her hairbrush again’ big? Or is it ‘Gaea has risen again’ big?”

Annabeth frowned. “I don’t know. All Chiron said was that a god needed our help – and I don’t know about you, but I don’t like the sound of that.” She chewed her bottom lip in thought as they headed toward the Big House. They had been asked to attend a private meeting with Chiron, outside of the camp counselor meeting. “He sounded serious, too. Whichever god it is must be an asshole to seek help so soon after the war.”

She wasn’t wrong, Percy thought.

Jason was appointed Pontifex Maximus in Camp Jupiter, and as such he was responsible of advising the praetors, ruling over the Camp Jupiter counsel, and overseeing the work and prayers to the minor gods. His promise to Kymopoleia to bring worship and awareness for all minor gods became his fulltime job, and it was ruled that most gods must go through Jason to request help from either demigod camp.

A god asking for help directly after a full-scale war? Using Chiron as their connection? It was a hit below the belt, and it made Percy frustrated.

A few demigods raised their heads in greeting as Percy and Annabeth passed by the arts and crafts center. Conner and Travis Stoll, who were trying to build bombs with bits and pieces from the forge, took one look at Percy, then at Annabeth, and wiggled their brows suggestively. Percy unsubtly stuck them the bird, and they started to laugh their assess off.

The Big House was smaller now, after being rebuilt.

What could be scavenged from the attic was saved, but most of it was lost. Magical artifacts and ancient texts were burned and crushed. Now the Big House served mostly as the infirmary, aside from the drop-by medicinal tent near the Apollo cabin, where more medical supplies were. The Apollo and Hephaestus cabins had been the first to be rebuilt because they gave needed services.

Aside from the infirmary, the Big House had a commons area for meetings, and housed a kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.

Checking in the commons area, Chiron was in his wheelchair. Nico was sitting at the beloved ping pong table, which had somehow survived the siege on Camp, and Thalia was sitting backwards on a chair by the new counselor table, which no one ever used.

Percy sat next to Nico and twirled the ping pong paddle between his hands, Annabeth taking her usual seat during counsel meetings.

Chiron looked tense.

“Now, I know that only a month has passed since the end of the Second Giant War, but –”

The air practically sparked with the collective tension that built.

“– a new quest has been issued.”

Annabeth leaned forward in her seat, interested. “Chiron, you can’t have an official quest without a prophecy. And the last time I checked; the Oracle of Delphi wasn’t working right now.”

“Well, it’s a good thing this isn’t a quest from the Greek pantheon, then.”

Percy cocked a brow and shared a look with Annabeth.

“The Roman pantheon doesn’t have an oracle, and their last augur exploded himself, so –”

“It’s a friend of Lady Hecate, the Triple Goddess.”

Dead silence.

“The Triple Goddess?” Percy parroted. “I don’t follow.”

“The Triple Goddess is of the Old Religion, once practiced in Europe hundreds of years ago by the druids and magic users in general. It belonged to Albion, a land of five kingdoms, before it split into the United Kingdom and Ireland.”

“What does that have to do with us?” Nico said.

“All those years ago, in the middle ages, after the golden age of the Greek pantheon, the Old Religion became very popular in Albion. Magic was something that anyone could practice even if they weren’t born with the innate talent, with the proper training. Through the ages, though, the religion declined, and the New Religion rose and became the staple. While the Old Religion relied on the magic of the land, sea, and sky; the New Religion relied on your inner magical core, and so not everyone could do this new magic.”

Chiron shifted in his wheelchair and pulled out a small stack of photos, but when he tossed them onto the ping pong table, the demigods saw that they held moving pictures.

In one photo, it showed a person standing over a boiling cauldron, on the wooden table beside them, old parchment with a quill that moved by itself, writing on the paper. The picture moved slightly, the character stirring the cauldron. Then the animated picture reset and repeated.

In another photo, two persons stood facing each other, holding purposefully shaped wooden sticks, pointing them at each other. Bright lights exploded from the tips of the sticks, and their robes and hair swayed with strong winds.

In the last photo, a person was wearing a uniform of sorts, with a helmet and pads on their knees and elbows. They held an old broomstick between their knees, and metal hinges held on the back close to the bristles, like a hitch for the feet. In the picture, the person grabbed onto the end of the broomstick and shot into the air, like magic. It gave image to the stereotype of witches flying on brooms in the night.

“The Old Religion died out because the land lost its magic. Only select spots held magical creatures and natural magic. Magic was only preserved through the New Religion, and those who practiced the New Religion became witches and wizards. The lot of them went into hiding and created their own society – the wizarding world.”

“In today’s day and age, magic is passed down through genetics. And sometimes, those with magic cores can be born to those with no magic at all. The population of magic users stays stable, and there is balance in the world of magic …” Chiron winced. “Mostly.”

“But these people have lost contact with the Triple Goddess. They no longer worship or prayer to her. They rely solely on their own magic, not what comes naturally from the land, like in the Old Religion. And recently, war has passed for them. The Second Wizarding War ended four months ago. And this has severely depleted their resources and magic. There is a school for the magic users, used as the stronghold during the war, and now the wizarding world’s hero is returning to finish his studies.”

“His moniker is ‘The Boy Who Lived,’ and he’s called Harry Potter. But he was only a child – is only a child. He and his peers are children who have been used to fight a war that they shouldn’t have had to fight.” Chiron looked very grim.

Percy bitterly sank back in his seat.

“We were kids, too.”

Chiron sighed. “This war has thrown the balance of magic out of whack. The natural magic has been depleted for too long, and there are those who are actively tipping the balance to sabotage the magic for their own gain. It’s suspected that the dark forces from the war – Death Eaters – are still operating in the shadows. It is because of this that the Triple Goddess has called upon you as heroes to help restore the wizarding world and save magic.”

“You would only be obligated to attend the school of Hogwarts until you uncovered the source of oppression over magic, so the Death Eaters can be caught and restrained. If you choose to accept, of course.”

Percy eyed him sharply. “You say that as if we have a choice.”

Chiron pursed his lips. “Despite what you think, yes, you do.”

“But this is from a whole other pantheon,” Nico said. “A group of magical people who don’t even believe in the goddess who brought about their magic. Why do we have to fix this?”

More silence.

Chiron looked down on them unapologetically.

Percy shifted uncomfortably, looking over at Annabeth. Chiron seriously expected them to just up and leave Camp for this quest. Barely a month had passed since their own war, and they were getting by as they were. Percy didn’t believe Camp Half-Blood could afford to lose any support or cabin counselors, even for a short period of time.

“So, let me get this straight,” Percy said. “Basically – if I just ignore the little prologue, you gave there – you want us to go to this magical school, on orders of a goddess that’s almost faded, stalk a kid, and watch out for people who like to try to rob the world of magic – magic, which they use themselves.”

Chiron looked pained. “No, I don’t believe they’re purposefully robbing the world of magic.”

“Oh, well that clears everything up.” Percy threw his hands in the air.

“Regardless, you understand what’s being asked. This is a quest, technically coming from Hecate, as a favour for the Triple Goddess. It’s valid as a hero’s quest. It was decided it would be best that you go undercover as transfer students and secretly watch over Harry Potter, the target for most Death Eaters. Your goal is to prevent trouble before it gets serious, though I doubt that will be hard, as trouble always manages to find you –”

“Wait, hold on,” Percy said, still hung-up on the quest. “How are we supposed to fit in at a school for the magically gifted? None of us are wizards.”

“Oh, that is something that can easily be fixed,” Chiron said, dismissing the problem.

“Excuse me?!” Thalia said.

“Hecate considered this quest from the Triple Goddess for a long time before coming to me.”

Percy rolled his eyes. Out of everyone in the room, he had the least faith in the gods. They never gave him anything to have faith in.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes at the camp director. “And how exactly does Hecate plan on ‘fixing’ the problem? I don’t see any obvious solutions. We’re demigods, not wizards.”

Chiron shifted awkwardly. “She has not shared that with me. I have only gotten the request that you undertake this quest for the Old Religion, and that she will visit to prepare you.”

Percy felt like grinding his teeth. “Oh, so she just expected us to accept the quest. She never considered us refusing? Why can’t the wizards fix their own problem?” Chiron said nothing. “Camp is still in shambles – we don’t even have all the cabins rebuilt yet! We can’t leave, not now. There’s still too much work to do here, and too many new demigods to watch over and protect. And have you even considered that maybe we don’t want to go on this quest? That maybe we want a break? My entire childhood was prophecy after prophecy, quest after quest, serving the gods. We’re under no obligation to do this. You can tell Hecate that she can stick her magic wands up –”

He didn’t get the chance to finish because Annabeth had already taken a ping pong paddle and smashed a ping pong ball in his direction, the mutual action used to keep order in camp counselor meetings.

“BALL!” Annabeth yelled, slamming her paddle across the table.

Percy scowled and took his seat again.

“Now, Percy,” she said sweetly, leaning over the table. “Where did you say Hecate could put those wands?”

“Nowhere,” he muttered.

Annabeth acquiesced and put the paddle down.

“Where is this school anyway?” Nico asked. He frowned. “And Hogwarts? What kind of name is that?”

“It resides in Scotland, its exact location unknown and hidden by powerful magic. Outside of the school, which is an ancient and famous monument for the wizarding world, there are other magical establishments. One place you will be required to visit is Diagon Alley, a wizarding market. That’s where you’ll collect your resources for going undercover at school.”

“Again, you’re saying all this like we’ve agreed to go,” Percy mumbled.

He was ignored. Thalia raised her hand, her features etched with confusion. “Okay, I hate to be the one to say it – but how are we supposed to blend in with wizards and witches? We can’t use magic, and we know nothing about their world.”

Chiron admitted he didn’t know how Hecate would find ways around the problems. “She has informed me that, only once the quest is accepted, will she come and discuss the details. In fact, she should be arriving any moment –”

What happened next could not have been anymore dramatic.

There was a blinding flash of light – the glow filling the entire room – and it forced the demigods to cover their eyes lest they go blind from laying eyes upon a god’s true form.

All eyes landed on the goddess, technically titaness.

Hecate appeared as a tall, thin woman. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a kekryphalos, the shining coil twisting and adorned with intricate gems and metals. Loose strands of hair framed her sickly pale face, which held sharp chartreuse yellow eyes. She wore a dark chiton robe that draped over her thin figure, and it seemed to ripple like a heat hallucination, like ink spilling off to the ground.

At her feet, she was accompanied by a black Labrador retriever and a polecat.

The demigods all stood as one and politely bowed, as was common for all gods. Percy glared up through his bow as he followed reluctantly.

“Rise, my young heroes.” The goddess’ voice was smooth and rich. She sounded monotone. “You have done more than enough to prove your worth to me, and for that, I know that I can trust you. I have called you four here on special request from the Triple Goddess, who has observed your acts of heroics. She believes you can save the wizarding world, her beloved kin, and magics.”

“You will use the ways of the Old Religion to learn magics and go undercover. As demigods, you already have magical cores. They just need to be trained; refined.”

Percy scowled.

“And will the oh-so-gracious Triple Goddess be visiting us herself?”

Annabeth shot him a scathing look.

“Percy!” She hissed.

Hecate eyed Percy again, as if reappraising him. “No,” she said, after a tense silence. “You will be sent to get your wands from one who still practices the Old Religion and can pair you with an appropriate wand. Your cover stories are fabricated and with the wandmaker. The Triple Goddess does not appear without dire need.”

“Her entire world being in trouble seems pretty dire to me,” Percy muttered under his breath.

Annabeth elbowed him harshly.

Hecate narrowed her eyes.

“This,” she said, pulling a laminated piece of paper out of thin air, “is called a portkey. It is an enchanted item; when touched by the intended people, or random persons, it can magically teleport you to a predetermined location.”

She held it out to demigods.

On it, in fancy letters, it read: Littletree Farms, Dorchester, Boston, Massachusetts.

“Touch this, all at once, and you will have accepted the quest.”

Chiron gave them an encouraging nod. The demigods all shared exchanged looks.

“Our responsibilities …” Thalia started, subconsciously reaching up to grab at her lieutenant circlet, from the Hunters of Artemis.

“Will be forgiven for the time while on quest,” Hecate assured. “The Triple Goddess does not ask favours lightly. This has the potential to spill into the real world; to affect our pantheon. The Old Religion is younger than the Greek pantheon, but its reach goes far and wide. The Triple Goddess is powerful; no harm will befall your precious little Camp while you are away.”

Nico hesitated, but was the first to reach for the paper. “If this is really that important … why ask for us specifically? A larger group, organized and planned, could do better.”

“The Triple Goddess has observed you, and believes you are the right heroes to help save magic.”

“But right now? This instant? Can’t we have time?”

“You will come back to your little Camp before you leave for Europe.”

Annabeth pursed her lips, then also reached for it. “Okay.”

Percy looked at her, askance. “Okay? Just like that?”

Annabeth shrugged. “A quest is a quest, and someone needs help. We are in peace right now and have no threats. I don’t see why not.”

“Fine,” Percy said, tone short. He looked over at the laminated paper. “So, this will take us where? What’s in Boston that could be so magical?”

“A wand wood farm,” Hecate said, smiling thinly. “And your quest starts now.”

Percy’s eyes snapped to the paper, where Hecate had pushed it into their collective hands unwillingly. Then the world began to spin, and there was a sharp tug in his gut, yanking him out of time and space.

*

[seaprofound]

✦ ❝ But Queen Poseida, who was returning from the Ethiopians, caught sight of Odysseus a long way off, from the mountains of the Solymi. She could see him sailing upon the sea, and it made her very angry, so she wagged her head and muttered to herself, saying, “Good heavens, so the gods have been changing their minds about Odysseus while I was away in Ethiopia, and now he is close to the land of the Phaeacians, where it is decreed that he shall escape from the calamities that have befallen him. Still, he shall have plenty of hardship yet before he is done with it.”

Therefore she gathered her clouds together, grasped her trident, stirred it round in the sea, and roused the rage of every wind that blows till earth, sea, and sky were hidden in cloud, and night sprang forth out of the heavens. Winds from east, south, north, and west fell upon Odysseus all at the same time, and a tremendous sea got up so that his heart began to fail him. 

“Alas,” Odysseus said to himself in his dismay, “whatever will become of me? I am afraid Calypso was right when she said I should have trouble by sea before I got home. It is all coming true. How black is Zeus making heaven with his clouds, and what a sea the winds are raising from every quarter at once. I am now safe to perish. Blest and thrice blest were those Danaans who fell before Troy in the cause of the sons of Atreus. Would that I had been killed on that day when the Trojans were pressing me so sorely about the dead body of Achilles for then I should have had due burial and the Achaeans would have honored my name, but now it seems I shall come to a most pitiful end.”

As he spoke, a sea broke over him with such terrific fury that the raft reeled again, and he was carried overboard a long way off. He let go the helm, and the force of the hurricane was so great, that it broke the mast halfway up, and both sail and yard went over into the sea. For a long time, Odysseus was underwater, and it was all he could do to ride to the surface again for the clothes Calypso had given him weighed him down; but, at last, he got his head above water and spat out the bitter brine that was running down his face in streams. In spite of all this, however, he did not lose sight of his raft, but swam as fast as he could towards it, got hold of it, and climbed on board again so as to escape drowning. The sea took the raft and tossed it about as autumn winds whirl thistledown round and round upon a road. It was as though the south, north, east, and west winds were all playing battledore and shuttlecock with it at once. ❞ — The Odyssey (trans. Samuel Butler), Book V (pg. 487-488)

This is gonna sound so dorky considering the source material—but this passage from the Odyssey honestly cracks me up every time I read it. Let me set the scene for you guys.

Po was on vacation—you know, minding her own business—and there was Odysseus just sailing away, thinking that he was being all slick. Naturally, she got pissed. So, what does she decide to do? Why, create a storm, of course!

Pretty par for the course for her. (All that’s missing is a sea monster that she personally sics on him.) What makes me bust a gut, though, was how she interrupted him mid-monologue.

She really had no time or patience for his melodrama. The moment that Odysseus falsely credited Zeus for the storm that SHE created is the moment that Po lost her shit entirely ngl. She really said, ❝ Shut THE FUCK up! ❞ lmao, what an icon.

(A sensitive lil’ bish icon but an icon, nonetheless.) 

[araviera]

Mermaid AU

"My parents are coming tomorrow and how am I going to explain to my mom that there's a merman in my bathroom?"

"You can hadle it. I know this, Wisegirl."

Annabeth helped Percy get to the bottom of the beach to free him. After he managed to fend for himself, the merman looked at her and said something that Annabeth could not hear thanks to the earplugs she wore. Considering the time they spent together in the bathroom and the endless conversations, she took off the earplugs, trusting him, and smiled.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty," she joked.

Percy smiled back, and Annabeth soon regretted taking off the protector. She saw, through his eyes, lines of evil that told mermaids stories. He started to sing.

Annabeth struggled, fought, but failed to overcome the spell. Percy sang and called her deeper, further out to sea. He said that everything would be fine, that it wouldn't hurt, and she knew it was a lie. Annabeth's body obeyed without reluctance. Her mind watched everything without doing anything. Annabeth, the real one, panicked. It was sinking deeper and deeper. She felt algae and corals at her feet. The rising tide was pulling it harder and harder. She was no longer able to touch the floor when she took Percy's hand.

Annabeth cursed him with every possible name in her mind. She had been careful at all times, she hadn't trusted him right away, and yet she had failed. She had been foolish to think that even though she knew a little about him, he would not betray her.

Soon, the ground disappeared. Her body was no longer able to stay above water. Percy pulled her down from time to time.

Annabeth submerged.

The pressure and suffocation of the water brought her down. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to avoid the salt water. Automatically, she held her breath, before the merman speak with her.

"Open your eyes, Chase. Look at me."

His melodious, sweet voice made her obey him. Annabeth exhaled and looked at him. Percy was beautiful, there was no way to disagree. His skin shone under the moonlight under the water. Her hair floated like black algae. The blue interior of his eyes, which in humans are red, shone brightly.

Annabeth was beginning to despair. "He's going to kill me. I'm going to die. I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry, dad. Forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Percy came over, ready to bite her, but she saw him hesitate. He looked at her, and before she lost consciousness, he looked away.

He would never be able to say what exactly went through his head to give up the idea of ​​killing her. Of course, in addition to liking her, since they had spent a few days together and she had been a true friend (something he never had), Percy had the impression that there was something wrong.

But it was already too late.

Annabeth was dying, he knew. He had done this many times before. Her face was losing color, water was entering her lungs freely. There was not much to do for her. For a human.

Percy couldn't kill her, couldn't let her die after the last few days - he decided. He leaned over and pulled the blonde's head hard towards him and kissed her.

He had never done that before, but his studies at the Palace provided knowledge like that - which, honestly, Percy thought that all hybrids should know.

The girl's limp body shone brightly and stretched. Percy felt her skin turn into scales, sprout fins and thin her waist. He felt the girl's clothes disappear in his embrace, with nothing he could do.

When the metamorphosis passed, Annabeth was breathing weakly.

Percy lost his breath when he saw her.

"Gray?" He thought aloud.

Lines of magic, created by the brightness of the moon, descend from the eyes to the body. Her tail was encrusted with shiny stones.

Percy hoped she would turn into a random mermaid, but gray... Gray was an extremely rare color, and that was worrisome.

Annabeth could sum up that week as a nightmare. The last thing she remembered was being under the spell of Percy's Singing. She was drowning and, then, darkness. Only darkness. Annabeth woke up with a tingle throughout her body. She looked everywhere, but didn't recognize where she was.

Then, she saw Percy.

Percy was standing on the end of the bed, watching her. He wore a robe that covered part of his body, as well as an alternative crown on his head.

At first she thought she was dreaming. Then, started to scream.

"Annabeth! Annabeth! Calm down!" he tried.

"Calm me down?! Get away from me! Monster! Treacherous! Traitor! I trusted you!" she screamed, but her voice was affected, and only then she realized that she was under water, that she was breathing, and that she was undressed.

She screamed even more.

"What did you do ?! Percy! What did you do?" Annabeth felt her throat tighten when she looked down.

Her legs weren't there. A tail stirred back and forth unconsciously.

"Annabeth, listen" he tried again. "I'm sorry-"

"NO, DON'T FEEL" she fumbled for the nightstand looking for something she could use for defense.

"-but I needed to do this. You were going to die" Percy approached.

"No!" she hid her fork behind her and asked for distance between them. "Don't talk to me! If you hadn't betrayed me, I wouldn't nearly have died!"

His shoulders withered.

"Wisegirl, I ..."

Then Annabeth decided that hitting the prince of the kingdom would be a good deal.

After that - Percy almost dying with a hit in his heart, the royal family locking her in her room, discovering she would never see her family again, crying, breaking furniture and other tantrums - Annabeth felt more alone than before. Percy, whenever he could, went to visit her, but she never let him in or talked about it. She was devastated.

Her mother must have been in tears thinking that her daughter had died.

She would never be able to see her family again...

Later, Percy appeared at her door and threatened her.

"Annabeth, I don't want to have to do this, but today there is dinner at the Herbal Garden and you will be my mate," he said. "A maid will leave your clothes here, and I will come and get you. If you aren't, you will be thrown to the sharks."

And left her alone, terrified at the thought of being killed.

Annabeth didn't trust him or his family, but she had to trust her enough not to fall.

And that was what she was doing at that party.

"You see? I can swim on my back"

"Pff, look behind you, Percy"

-

And, thats it. Mermay finally ends :"(. It was so cool do a Percabeth au underwater. But maybe i should explain some points:

1- Percy is immortal bc he is Poseidon' son (duh) and he is the prince and heir of Throne (Sally is a mermaid too).

2- Percy has few friends, and, usually, Poseidon doesnt give him permission to hang out with them. There is all the pression at him, so Percy never can be himself.

3- Zeus was a merman from an important royal family, and Athena too (cause she is his daughter, duh/2), but they decided living on mortal realm and left all behind. Athena never told this to Annabeth, but she alwals said to her to stay away from sea.

4- Poseidon, Sally and Percy, first, didnt know who was she, but they "addopted" her because she was from an important family.

5- Annabeth finally talked with her mother. Athena said how worried she was, how happy she was to Ann was alive and how sad she was about Annabeth transfomation.

6- After this, Annabeth and Percy became friends. They hang out together and Poseidon let them hang out with Percy's friends.

7- Annabeth met Rachel and Grover, and she loved them.

8- Annabeth became known as Prince's Wife and as Princess before they know they like each other. The gray tail became famous in the "City that never sleeps"

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

Just a 1am thought for you. You sneak onto Captain Blowhole’s ship bc the dicks just that good. When he catches you, he has to punish you of course. And find a way for you to work off your room and board in the captain’s chambers.

BITCH HERE IS YOUR WORST/BEST NIGHTMARE COME TRUE. THIS IS FOR SURE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER PART TO IT. I ACTUALLY AM TOTALLY INTO THIS SHIT NOW. IM A PART OF THE PROBLEM. 

@safarigirlsp LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! 

The swells swarmed the Atlantic in a storm like no other. Forty feet or more surrounding both sides of the Jolly Roger, crewmen frantically battening down the hatches, while Captain Flip manned the wheel as it spun furiously in the mood of the thunder and lightning. 

“Hold the sheet!” his crewman barked at the others spinning the mainmast as not to have it be struck down by the bolts that Zeus had rained down on them. 

“Watch the starboard side!” another shouted into the void of sopping men, struggling to keep the course for their next destination. 

“Captain, we need to find a shoreline or…. We’ll never make it!” his trusty first mate, Ron screamed his direction as his bulging muscles turned the captain’s wheel to the direction he pleased. Noticing his hat had flown from the gusts of wind, Ron picked it up and handed it back to him once the course was turned back to his liking. 

“Prepare for the worst, mate,” Flip solemnly nodded out of breath from keeping the course. He knew it was nearly impossible that he and his crew would make it out of the cursed triangle alive. He swore to himself when setting sail not even days prior that nothing ill would befall them. Karma certainly had its way of biting him back just as bad, if not, worse. 

Ron nodded back to him, returning to his post to keep the ship on course for as long as the storm would let the loyal crew set sail. Flip gazed out at the catastrophe before him, nearly tearing up at the fact that he may never get what he was fighting so hard for. He watched in slow motion as his crew battled the unforgiving waves, crackling lightning illuminating their horrified faces, the thunder drowning out their screams for help. 

Just then, a humongous bolt cracked down from the heavens into the front of the sip, sending a voltage of electricity through the wood of the vessel, causing a complete catastrophe. Crewmen flew into the abyss, shards of wood lost at sea. The last memory Flip had was his listless body sinking into the oblivion.

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His hearing returning to the real world echoed a mysterious melodious tune. A humming both angelic and alien in nature, his eyes fluttered as he took in his surroundings. Running his hands through the warm sun-kissed sand, his naked back on the heavenly shores of paradise. 

Putting his hand up to block the sun, of course to no avail due to the looming figure blocking the light. Thinking the shadow was a figment of his imagination, he moved to rub his eyes, groaning and flexing his tired biceps in the process. 

“Fuck,” he grunted, feeling like he had been hit by the largest monsoon this side of the Seven Seas. 

“Where the fuck…” he stammered off taking in the environment around him, the crashing shores, the palm trees swaying in the breeze, the beating sunlight of late morning, and that figure becoming more clear in his line of sight. 

The flowing locks in the breeze, the sunkissed skin of a goddess, the perfect form laying against the coarse sand, surrounded by sounds of seagulls and crashing swells. He blinked a few times to take in the fact that you were perched in the spot he’d seen previous, and sat forward, his muscles bulging, slightly burned himself from laying passed out in the morning light. 

“Hh-hello?” he questioned your direction, bringing his large hands around his thankfully clothed legs. You glanced over his direction, your naked form sprawled out facing away from him, only to show your globed asscheeks in the sunlight. Your alluring eyes batting those perfect lashes, your lip pursing into a gorgeous pout. 

“Well good morning to you there, sailor,” you sang his direction, rubbing your delicate hands over your side. 

“W-what happened to me? How in the fuck did I get here?” he suddenly and blatantly questioned you, still turned towards the ebbing waves of the Atlantic. 

You chuckled, playing with the shell you’d found while waiting for him to wake up, “Well, I saved you.” 

His eyes perked up at the out of this world comment you’d shrugged off, “Excuse me?” 

“You heard me, sailor,” you smiled over your shoulder, still rolling the shell in your hands, “I. Saved. Your. Ass.” 

Flip sat there completely dumbfounded. This gorgeous creature, dove into the abyss during a storm, of which he’d never seen previously, and rescued him from imminent death, dragged his burly over two hundred pound body, and brought him to an unknown shore, where you could have left him to rot in the sun and die. He wasn’t convinced given the fact that he hadn’t seen you on the seas the night before.

“No. No, you didn’t,” he shrugged and laughed as if he’d finally snapped. 

Taking his sarcasm as a complete insult to your kindness, you whipped your ethereal figure around, bearing your bouncing nude breasts and plump pussy to his eyes. 

“Yes. I. Did,” you asserted in the most melodic tone, floating towards his hulking body on the sand. “What?” you pouted, “Does my lil’ buccaneer not want to grasp the fact that lil’ ol’ me came from the depths across your lifeless frame, and scooped you out of near-death to save your worthless lil’ life?”

“Wait…” he stopped, standing to full attention, rippling pectorals, toned arm muscles, and a stern face staring into your soul, “you came… from the depths?” he cocked an eyebrow. 

You saddled towards his six-foot three-figure, no doubt him staring at your bare chest as you near him, and tilted his chin to your eye level, “Yes, sailor boy, I saved you. Do I need to spell it out any more than I already have?” boring your eyes into his, no doubt taking in the intense amber fired color they emitted as they scanned your every crevice. 

“N-no. No ma’am,” he gulped inward, simply agreeing under your entrancement.

“Thank you,” he whispered out, his trance only causing more tension between the both of you. 

“You’re welcome,” you murmured inching closer to his pink, full lips, taking in the rum-soaked breath he emitted. 

His eyes closed, and he moved in for the kill. Your lips suctioning onto each other, holding them there for fear of one rejecting the other. His calloused hands moving in synchrony against your warm body, feeling every single dimple, and curve you had. The left resting on one globe behind you, and the other snaking into your beach kissed locks, pulling ever so slightly. Your hands shot to his girthy chest, rubbing and caressing his peaked nipples beneath your dainty fingers. He gasped as you pinched the sensitive skin, pulling away looking half-lidded at your glorious features. 

“Who the hell are you?” he rubbed his thumb over your cheek, massaging the back of your head, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Pulling yourself close against his swollen lips, you whispered on his breath, “Your dream come true.”

He smiled ever so slightly, letting out the smallest of chuckles, and shoved you back into his waiting lips, this time in a searing kiss that had his hands traveling down to lift you off the ground by your thighs. He shoved his tongue down your waiting throat, creating a symphony of moans and suction as he turned you around to lay your needy body on the sand. 

He loomed over you, pressing his very noticeable bulge against your pelvis. Grinding on you, eliciting more groans from his chest. He broke the kiss only to trace his wet lips along the outline of your neck, trailing to your budding breasts. He took one in his mouth, sucking ever so gently, and massaged the other with his mammoth hand. The sounds escaping you, only spurring his motions on even more so. He did the same with the other until you were writhing in pleasure and the buds turned to stiffened peaks. 

“God, sailor, I need you,” you pleaded, nearly out of breath, “Please.”

He looked up from the trail of his kisses on your stomach and settled his smiling face over your entrance. 

“Oh, now you wanna play nice with me? You haven’t even told me your name gorgeous,” he teased licking a stripe along your moist slit. 

“Uhhhh, fuck sailor, I could say the same to you,” you sang in euphoric pleasure. 

“Ladies first,” his hot breath sending vibrations along your clit. 

“Y/N,” you stammered unable to fully speak. 

He started to suck a welt on one of your thighs, and after breaking the suction looked up and moved his face to other, never breaking eye contact with your stare, “absolutely mesmerizing, Y/N,” bearing back down on the flesh, sucking for all it was worth. 

Just as he was satisfied with the bruising, he whispered back to you, “name’s Captain Flip Zimmerman,” and dove nose-first into your waiting hole, eliciting a scream from your lips. 

He traced circles around your pulsing vagina, humming at the thought of how turned on he was making you. His nose grazing your stiffening clit, every time his tongue entered your pussy. You twitched at every pulse his face was giving you. 

“Good, God Captain,” you cried out, “I-I’m gonna c-c-cum!” 

He moved his perfect lips to your aching bud, enveloped them in a French kiss, and sent you into the wildest orgasm you’d ever encountered. Crying his name out over and over again as he sucked relentlessly on your arousal. 

“There’s my pretty girl,” he cooed as you moaned in complete euphoria, “sing to me my sweet siren.” 

He slurped up your sweet release into his desperate mouth smiling in pleasure as his beard tickled your overstimulated pussy.  You came down from the high, as his face connected back to yours. Your hands brushing through his ebony locks, tasting your spend on his saliva. 

“Captain,” you gasped in between his kisses, “I need your cock.” 

He looked up with eyes black as his hair and began to pull his pantaloons down, releasing his Kraken of a cock to your hungry eyes. 

“You like what you see, siren?” he noticed your gaping mouth at his large member. 

“My God, sailor, your so fucking big,” pulling your hand over your precious lips, “do you think it will fit in my tight lil’ pussy?” 

“It will,” he moved to gather the wetness from his tip as well as the spend from your weeping entrance, and moved the mixture up and down his shaft. 

“You’re gonna take your Captain’s cock whether you like it or not,” he beamed back up at you, pushing his sword into your hole in a punishing motion. The stretch causing you to cry out over the crashing waves on the beach. He stilled, watching you writhe in pleasure and pain, drinking in your perfect little moans as best he could.

“Captain, please move, my pussy is so tight, I need you to stretch me out,” you begged, tears rolling down your face. 

“You’ll be patient and keep me warm, siren, I like watching you bend to my every will.” 

He stilled for a few moments, watching the tears roll, your lips gape open, and your sweet cunt flutter around his large dick. He could cum right there, he thought, watching the shadows dance on your pretty face. After a few moments of admiration, he pulled ever so slightly out and pushed back in.  

Setting a grueling pace, he emitted the deepest groan his chest could muster upon hearing the slapping of his balls on your ass, the squelch from your wet pussy taking every inch of him. He watched your face twist and turn as he pushed in and out, his pupils only dilating more as he took you in. 

“Siren, get on your hands and knees, face in the sand, ass up,” He pulled out, watching your tears fall at the loss of contact. You did as you were told, bearing your sand clad ass to his feining stare. He smacked it and a gust of sand fell to the earth, the roughness causing an instant handprint to show on your bare skin. 

“Motherfucker!” you steamed into the beach. 

“Watch your mouth, siren,” he smacked another hand on the other cheek, “no one like’s a dirty lil’ whore mouth.” 

He shoved his dick back into your gaping hole, setting an even faster pace than previously. The moans you both emitted spurring the release even sooner than you’d thought. His hands white-knuckled the sides of your hips, pushing your body impossibly closer. His balls slapping your skin, emitting howls as he plundered your special spot. 

“Fuck, Flip,” you groaned, “I-I can’t hold on much longer, I’m gonna cum again!”

“I’m. Almost. There. Gorgeous,” he punctuated on every thrust, bringing his hand to rub his thumb along your puckered asshole. Without warning, he punctured the perfect little hole, sending you into another earth-shattering orgasm. 

“Jesus. Fucking, Christ,” he screamed as you milked his cock of his sweet, succulent, spend, “Captain is blowing his whole load!” 

He stuffed you full of his cum, thrusting a few more times just to be sure it stayed up in your heat. Both breathless, he leaned over you, sweat dripping from his brow, hands gripping around your stomach. He pulled out, turning you over, admiring your utterly fucked face. 

“You alright, gorgeous?” he laughed towards you. 

“Y-yes, sailor,” you relented, “I’m more than just alright.” 

You pulled his face towards yours, tasting his salty sweat in his mustache. He grabbed both cheeks and shoved his tongue back down your throat, causing you to melt into his brawny body. 

He pulled away, “where did you actually come from?”

You smiled, looking away bashfully, “you really don’t understand do you,” pulling away and getting up from the spot you’d both wrecked each other in. You walked towards the waves, letting the cool water caress your feet the further you stepped in. 

“Where the fuck are you going?” he questioned almost alarmed. 

You looked back towards him, the smile eroding from your face, “home,” you said clear as day. 

And with that, a waterball formed around your goddesslike figure, consuming you in a snowglobe of sorts. A bright light emitted from your middle and expanded all the way around the cocoon. Your form changed from legs to a gorgeous aquamarine fin, your skin melding to the attachment, and the globe took you further out to the ocean. 

Flip stood there, dumbfounded again. He blinked a few more times, not even realizing what he had just seen. 

“Did I…” he told himself, “W-what the fuck.” 

He sat back down on the beach, contemplating what had just occurred, trying to justify the possibility that this was just his imagination. 

“I need a fucking drink,” he concluded. 

He scoured the island in search of more answers, only to come upon another impossible find. 

His ship. 

Parked on the beach, like it hadn’t been through any kind of storm in the slightest. 

He noticed his crew as well, packing goods away like he hadn’t witnessed them sinking to Davey Jones’ Locker the night before. He blinked several times, thinking it was all a mirage, or that he may have been drunk to no avail. 

Ron noticed his Captain gawking at the ship, and flagged him over, “Hey there Cap! Where ya been?” 

“I-uh,” he had no words for what had happened. 

“Hey Cap? Let’s get you back in the boat,” Ron pat his back, leading him to his quarters on the hull.  

After making sure Flip was okay to be left alone, he went back to his duties. 

The Captain sat at his wooden desk, feet perched on the top, his hands running through his mustache, trying to piece together what had just occurred. 

The storm, the destruction, you, his ship turning up unscathed. 

You. Holy shit. You. 

A fucking mermaid. You were a creature of the ocean, who had happened upon him during his hour of need, scooped him up and saved his entire livelihood in the process. You were enchanting. A literal siren song. He played through the moans you made, the sarcasm you shot at him, your whole aura was absolutely mesmerizing. He’d never encountered anything as perfect as you. 

He wanted to find you again. To feel your soft skin on his beard, look into those piercing eyes, and hear his name on your lips. He had to find you. If it meant he didn’t have any other purpose than that on the ocean. 

As he made his mind up, he took all the texts he had on your kind to study the lore, hoping to find the answer he so desperately needed. Upon hours and hours of inspection, he stopped at the Holy Grail. Picking up the map slowly, he chuckled like he’d lost his mind. 

The City of Atlantis. 

That had to be home. You had to be there. 

“Fuck,” he groaned out, now knowing what he had to do. 

He set the course, watching his crew scramble to get the ship headed the correct way, smelling the salted sea air on his nostrils. He tipped his buccaneer hat and looked into his spyglass. 

“Here we fuckin’ go boys,” he muttered, gritting his teeth, anxious to see you in the flesh again.

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CAPTAIN BLOWHOLE IS OUT TO FIND HIS LADY LOVE!

THANK YOU FOR YOUR THIRSTY ASKS PLZ SEND MORE I LOVE YOUR SICK MIND. 

🖤,

ray-nal-beads