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final episode review
this show has been... a rollercoaster to say the least. some thoughts (good and bad) under the cut.
the fight with ares... loved seeing percy come into his own wrt his power, wish the fight had lasted longer than literally thirty seconds... i know the idea was drawing first blood but that scene made it look easy, which it WASN'T, because he's the GOD OF WAR
olympus looked really cool
love love loved the poseidon scene, which surprised me after i was so disappointed by ep7. although it was a weird choice to have him just immediately come in and surrender, i guess we're going with the angle that he trusts percy enough to know there are bigger things at stake. still kinda weird for a prideful god tho
it's more afterwards that i enjoyed. as i said to @posallys literal minutes ago, he tells percy that the sea does not like to be restrained, while the two of them have an exchange that reads, very emotionally, as two people trying their absolute HARDEST to restrain themselves: poseidon being bound by godly rules and unable to say directly what he wants to, and percy holding back on asking the questions he's wanted to ask his entire life, being respectful, calling him sir
mixed feelings about the luke thing. i liked the atmosphere of the scene, the fireworks and celebratory vibe juxtaposed against the darkness and percy being alone with luke, but the way it played out didn't make sense. he (and annabeth) were certain it was clarisse, and had no reason to suspect luke, but we had a case of "inexplicably percy knows everything" yet AGAIN as he just... connects the dots? except there WERE NO DOTS TO CONNECT?
luke's explanation being that he didn't report clarisse bc of her supporters and needing proof - completely believable! absolutely no reason to question that.
which brings me to annabeth being there. she's supposed to be keeping an eye on clarisse, so what prompted her to follow percy and luke to the woods instead? she trusts luke, she doesn't trust clarisse. make it make sense
thankfully i don't think this will affect her defense of luke because although she heard it all (...okay), luke attacked after percy mentioned hermes. annabeth had already warned him about that, going as far as to shut off the iris message before he could mention him. so i guess in her mind she can justify the attack that way (unlike she would've been able to with the scorpion but... rip that i guess) and still believes luke is good, just misguided
"I'm here to recruit," line went hard as FUCK
the bait and switch with the sally reunion only to turn into kronos? that was rude to do to me at 2am. did not see it coming. kinda cool
postcredits with gabe just... everyone else has said it better yeah but the whole point is that sally CAN'T divorce gabe, this is her only way out without being completely ruined financially, it just takes away so much from her character. like? if she could've divorced him all that time why didn't she? i know abusive relationships are complex and people stay for certain reasons but sally only stays bc she cannot leave financially. he literally had to DIE and her to sell the statue in order to barely afford living on her own (bc in SOM, percy talks about how they struggle with money, and the skateboard shop is a treat)
so... out of 10 i would give this show like, a 5. it was just frustrating at times, paced weirdly, and i would like to see a season 2 and hope for improvements. also a big shoutout to leah's hair at the very end?? so cute i nearly cried
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Ares is an abusive parent for Clarisse, everyone knows, they are also fanfics. But one of the things that no one seems to be interested in is that children raised by abusive parents tend to have abusive relationships in the future, honestly it seems a little unlikely that Clarisse was not in one
I think, regarding specifically Chris and Clarisse’s relationship (bc it’s canon), it might be a little bit abusive on both sides. Yes, it’s common for children who grew up in abusive household to later find partners with red flags, but they also carry some red flags of their own. After all, the cycle of abuse is a thing.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think Clarisse is bad, and, well, Chris is a little on the grey side. I think they try to avoid anything obviously bad, but sometimes it just comes through.
But here are a list of things that the two of them do that might be a little questionable at times.
Potential TW: Potential mentions of abuse.
This, ended up being a longer list than I thought. I guess their relationship is not exactly abusive, just, not the most healthy?
I’d like to clarify that neither is physically abusive. After two wars and three bagful of trauma, both of them decide in the beginning of their relationship that no matter what happens, neither will get physical with the other.
But that being said, during heated arguments, you can still see the clenched fists and jaws, stances taken to ready themselves.
It’s a force of habit, really. Clarisse had to deal with her brothers who were ever more arrogant, boisterous and violent; and a fist fight was the norm in Cabin 5.
Chris too, in Cabin 11. The overwhelming amount of unclaims meant that you needed to stand your ground. Later in Krono’s army, this was intensified because the weak would be fed to the monsters.
They don’t ever get physical with each other, but sometimes (the amount decreases over the years) a plate or something would be sacrificed to their anger.
They stop fighting the second something is broken.
Its the one rule they made that hasn’t been broken.
The ‘cold wars’ are arguably just as bad as getting physical. Sometimes hours, sometimes days where they ignore the other. Neither of them making the first move to apologise after a fight.
C + C fights, a lot. Over the littlest things too.
“I thought we were having pizza tonight?”
“No, we agreed on pasta.”
It’s the sibling rivalry and lack of attention for the both of them. Clarisse grew up with Ares always favouring his sons, while Chris grew up unclaimed. So they’re always trying to one up the other because they’re still seeking for approval subconsciously. Neither will compromise for each other, which is what leads to fights escalating from the tiniest things.
Like, seriously, a ‘cold war’ once lasted 3 days because they disagreed on what order to wash the dishes.
Then there are all the times where the two of them accidentally ignore each other’s triggers.
Clarisse is loud. In everything. This is again, most likely something subconscious because she’s used to that. Because otherwise she wouldn’t be heard between all her brothers.
And besides, I hc that all Ares children have echo-ey, commanding voices because those worked best to give orders in battlefields.
But here’s the catch.
Chris can’t handle those kind of commanding voices.
Why? Because he was tortured to insanity in the bloody maze.
Echoes? The maze was echoey and whatever screams, cries of help, or the roars of monsters would be amplified. Loud, commanding voices? That was what it was like in Krono’s army and he was pretty much always on the receiving end of dangerous, potentially lethal orders.
Clarisse mostly doesn’t notice because Chris is good at masking. But every time in a fight, Clarisse doesn’t seem to notice the way Chris freezes and stays silent.
But Chris has things that subconsciously triggers Clarisse’s trauma too.
They’re both young (obviously) and they often do the ‘Kobe!’ thing with bins. But on the occasions that Clarisse does miss, Chris’ scoffs always made her think of her mortal father.
Chris often couldn’t sleep. Sporadic insomnia, a part of the maze that stayed with him. That forces him to stay alert, pacing just outside the bedroom thinking there might be dangers. Chris thinks that pacing outside the bedroom meant he won’t wake up Clarisse.
But the truth is, the second footsteps can be heard, Clarisse is fully awake but forces herself to stay still while she pretends to sleep.
They don’t sort this out until two years into their relationship.
All those are small things though. The one big thing that Clarisse can’t handle are the lies.
Children of Hermes often inherit their father’s deceptiveness, and Chris does indeed inherit his deception and fleetingness. Always a little flighty, and the way he responds always makes you question whether he’s being genuine or not.
It’s the little lies for them.
“Hey, did you do the dishes?”
“I thought you were supposed to do it.”
(He forgot. He went to brush his teeth, then remembered he needed to take his meds, which then made him go get a coffee. But then with a coffee, he started doing his emails and forgot to take the meds until he reorganised his entire email system. But then by that time, Clarisse had came back and he hasn’t washed the three or four dishes left in the sink from last night. He deflects the responsibility.)
“Where were you?”
“Oh, just catching up with a friend.”
(He ran into his father while he was out one a morning run. Didn’t want to tell Clarisse the full story of him taking like, 20 turns to try and avoid Hermes)
“Hey Chris, I’m just- was that someone out on the balcony?”
“Nah, I’m just having a smoke.”
(That last one, when Clarisse comes back after 20 minutes or so, she notices the distinct lack of cigarette smells on Chris’ shirt. But in reality, it was one of the rogue demigods who came back to check up on Chris. He just lied out of habit.)
Clarisse can’t handle lies anymore. Not after the amount of defected demigods in the first war, or the constant being on edge when they realised there was a spy among them.
Not lies like these where it was so similar to the ones Silena used to tell when Luke came to visit, or when she needed to IM him.
I’d like to think that the two of them eventually sorts things out and compromises or changes to better accommodate the other. They go to Will, and he suggests couple’s therapy. It takes them a while to find a legacy of Apollo who is a therapist, but they eventually get there.
Years of being stuck in emotional abuse, but I hope the two of them breaks out of it.
#pjo#pjo headcanon#percy jackson and the olympians#clarisse la rue#chris rodriguez#children of ares#children of hermes#cabin 5#cabin 11#damn there's a lot of daddy issues between those two#hermes and ares really aren't the best fathers#ares' a+ parenting#hermes' a+ parenting#my post
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Things that remind me of: Ares
Sorry it's been a few days, life has been kind of a bitch, but I'm back with a post for my patron, Ares! I love him so much! This is gonna be a long one, I'll warn you now.
Weaponry. All weaponry. Whether it be a sword, a bo staff, escrima sticks or even sharp words falling off a tongue and destroying what they are aimed at. All weapons of every nature are this and remind me of him.
Boxing. I box alot, it reminds me of him and helps me feel close to him. How warm I feel, the ache in my arms, the bruises that form across my hands, the sweat dripping down my forehead. It all feels like he's there guiding me, reminding me to keep my guard up, and to keep my thumb out of my fist so I don't shatter it.
Red candles.
Bloodied hands and bruises. The type you get when your sibling gets beat up by the bigger kids and you go to sort them out because as annoying as your little sibling is, no one (NO ONE) messes with them.
Pink gin. Trust me, pink gin might seem like a weird one, but I have seen my mate single handedly knock out 2 guys who were threatening a trans girl while on pink gin. Pink gin is the Elixir Of Protective Rage and no one can tell me otherwise. (Dw, the girl is safe and we walked her home. We got takeout on the way and i cried bc she gave me a chicken nugget. We're friends now.)
Hunger Games, Divergent, Maze Runner. All about destroying their awful governing systems and rising up. Very Ares.
Using dumbass as a term of affection. With the same amount of love that people usually use when calling someone sweetheart or darling.
BIG HERO 6.
The concept of egging someone's house.
Snakes.
Having long baths/showers to avoid dealing with your emotional issues. Idk, just screams him.
Loving your crush/lover/spouse so fucking much, genuinely wouldn't hesitate to kill for them if someone hurt them.
Courage, all types of courage. Speaking out about racism in a protest, leading a protest, telling your boss about the coworker that scares you and harassed you. Telling a teacher about your parents if they're abusive. Standing in front of a crowd and giving a speech. Attending rallies, going to Pride, telling your bigoted family to suck a dick when they're being rude about trans/coloured/gay people, posting that post you were debating to do or not, sending your script/novel/anthology/biography to your agent, selling your art. Loads more that my brain refuses to give me right now. They are all brave, courageous acts that Ares loves and is so proud of you for. He watches you swallow down the fear and he rewards you with that glow of good adrenaline afterwards. That's his way of sort of kissing you on the forehead and telling you he's proud.
Rescuing animals from shelters. Ares is definitely very passionate about Adopt Don't Shop.
The Enemies to Lovers trope in fanfic.
Comfort items. Items that make you feel put together and braver. Mine is my Angel (from Lilo and Stitch, the pink experiment, teddy bear I got to match the Stitch one my friend has), I barely ever let it go if I'm in the house.
Poppies.
Baseball bats. The game too, but mainly the bats.
Petty 'wars' with siblings or coworkers. Snatching lunches and snacks, leaving passive aggressive post it notes.
War. Conflict. Rage. Obviously. But also bravery. Courage. A thirst for justice.
Protection. Of all kinds.
Weighted blankets.
Podcasts. True crime, and fictional horror ones. The Magnus Archives reminds me of him, idk why. (FOR REAL THO, ITS SO FUCKING GOOD, GO LISTEN TO IT. I WOULD DIE FOR JON, ITS ON SPOTIFY.) (And YouTube too.)
Learning about your friend's special interests because they mentioned they don't feel able to talk about it for fear of annoying people. And damn if you're gonna let that happen, so you're up till 5am reading The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory so you can talk to them about it, and give them a safe space to info dump and share their thoughts and feelings.
Geese. Yes they are bastards. But they are feathery, beautiful bastards.
Saying "because fuck you, that's why."
The "WHAT THE FUCK IS UP KYLE" vine.
"Thanks for checking in, I'm still a piece of g a r b a g e."
Self esteem issues. Bad mental health. PTSD, anxiety, depression, BPD, eating disorders. They're all battles, and he is with you through all of them. By your side, holding your hand, rubbing your back. He feels your pain and he is helping you move past it. He is there to remind you that spite is a perfectly fucking good reason to get better, because people suck and you will show all the people who hurt you that you will not break. That you will get up, every single fucking time. And he is with you for every single step. If you believe nothing else, believe that Ares loves you.
Getting back up. Never backing down.
Teenage rebellion. Wild hair. Hair dye. Breaking into parks at night, exploring abandoned buildings.
Bumps in people's noses where it's been broken and not set properly.
Donald Duck. That duck is ready to fight all the time and I love him.
The movie 'Red'. Its so amazing. (Also watch that, it's on Netflix, at least on the UK one).
WWE.
That's it, my Ares one. I think I rambled a bit but I am very tired so forgive me. Lemme know what you think!!
I love Ares so much, I probably wouldn't have made it to this point if I didn't have him. He is my patron and he protected me when I felt alone.
Next I'm doing Aphrodite!
#hellenic gods#hellenic witch#greek gods#paganism#greek mythology#hellenic deities#hellenic devotion#ares god#ares deity#ares devotee#ares worship#cottage witch#witchcraft#grey witch#baby witch#death witch#fire witch#green witch#kitchen witch#storm witch#witch#apollon#apollo deity#ares and aphrodite#aphrodite#hellenic pantheon#hellenic polytheism#hellenic polytheistic#hellenic altar
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5 Anti LO Asks
1. I’ve been wondering and wouldn’t it make more sense if Persephone had stronger boundaries? Since we know she was always with the nymphs and her Demeter was always hovering over her wouldn’t it make more sense or give the plot a new direction if Persephone was pretty much rebelling with everyone? Eros wants to find more about her sex life or who she has a crush on, she tells him to go bother someone else. A lot of the gods in Olympus pretty much treat Persephone the same as the nymphs back home (asking too many questions, not letting her do what she wants, constantly being with her). Persephone being nice and all is one way however it seems more fitting if she was to just rebel and be more of a loner in the beginning of moving to Olympus (since we know that she was annoyed with being surrounded with nymphs and her mom all the time) and you could say “oh but she felt bad then bc one of her nymph friends died and she committed the act of wrath” but even then she was upset about her friend but she committed the act of wrath bc they called her a minor and unimportant goddess, not bc her friend died. Her having this fragile ego and self image issue goes better with her moving to Olympus and just wanting to do her own thing and wanting to be alone and independent. Not only that but this would actually fit much better with her dread queen personality, as her having this ego boost of being alone and independent would actually show so much personality growth and make her much more appropriate as an underworld queen, because by that time she’ll have learnt how to stand on her own and have her own opinions and thoughts and know when to stop being with people and when to be with them.. these are much more desirable qualities in a queen of the underworld than a girl who cries at everything and still is scared of what everyone will think
2. i remember awhile ago webtoons posted some "where would you live?" instagram post and it has LO olympus/underworld as an option and im like why would anyone chose to live a capitalist dictatorship where the 1% can kill, maim, and abuse you at their hearts content? because there's no way any of us would be an 1% god. the other options got more support but it was so weird. id much rather live in the evil casino from percy jackson than be in the hellscape that is LO's universe. what a nightmare.
3. Can we talk about the episode where Hades and Persephone are trying to change Minthe back into a nymph again.. The fact that Persephone has a worried look on her face when she asks Hecate if her mother knows about her whereabouts tells enough about the fact she is aware she has messed up big time. A lot of the fans and even RS herself has painted Demeter as a helicopter and abusive mom but honestly can you blame her? Look at what happened IN TWO WEEKS since Persephone moved in with Artemis. I know that Demeter should have told Persephone about her powers and all that fertility goddess thing but honestly i don’t blame her that much for not doing. She’s a mother who fought in a war when she was young and is worried sick for her daughter. Trying to shield her from the psychos taking advantage of in Olympus and the Underworld was her top priority. In the episode where Ares is hurt and Persephone heals him he immediately finds out that she is a fertility goddess and then tries to have sex with her by pretending to be dumb and illiterate.
4. It is really silly so many people said the maturity balance is way too off in LO so Rachel decided to just make hades more immature instead of making Persephone not act like a child. I would be horrified to live under a king who literally controls all the banks, wealth, media, and happily abuses his power constantly have the maturity level of a bratty, horny teenager. Oh, he’s also a CEO too (why) and and he acts like that? We already know how that goes irl, and his name is Donald Trump. I seriously don’t get how she’s not noticing some of the unintentional similarities these two share.
5. I have to figure the reason RS hasnt dealt with Apollo yet is because she doesn't know how to. To properly punish him would require putting him in Tartarus, but that would push her into rewriting too much of actual myth that a lot of people would critique her for it, so she seems be trying to set up a "redemption" of sorts with her comment of saying he has potential for it and having Leto be there to excuse his actions. She dug herself into a hole and is now desperately trying to find a way out.
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so i have been playing hades for a couple of days & here are my thoughts:
first of all, so much fun, rly good to play love it (i have Not finished yet) (i feel like there is some big thing happening in the background to this game & zag is Totally Ignorant of it & i wanna know already!)
second of all. hypnos has big little brother energy. i love him. cerberus is a good big boy, i nearly cried when i thought i would have to fight him. thanatos has big big brother energy, i cried when i met him, i love him. meg is so hot & tall. sometimes i draw out the fights longer than necessary just to make this fictional character feel better abt herself & the fact she can’t kill me anymore. i love her. dusa is a gorgon but she’s an angel, i love her. nyx is my MOTHER & i LOVE her.
here is how i rank the olympian gods & how i start a war focused on me: 1 - athena. i like her boons the best n she’s hot af. 2 - aphrodite. super powerful boons & audacious. love that. 3 - dionysus my man. i simply enjoy the decadence. everyone deserves to be a little bit of a hedonist.. 4 - artemis. super useful boons i love critical hits. she’s not at the top of the list but i just remembered that she got flustered in one interaction bc Aphrodite was hanging around which is very funny so i bumped her up to 4. 5 - posiedon. arrogant surfer bro. great fun & i love to bash people around w tidal waves. 6 - zeus. zap zap i love to zap things. 7 - demeter. scary milf. 8 - hermes. just a fast dude. i love this guy. his boons are great fun & i love his interactions. 9 - ares. powerful boons but they’re all named super dramatic things like Urge To Kill & Blade Rift n im like. i get it ok u have like a wall of swords n stuff. i suspect i might like him more if i picked more of his boons n had more interaction with him but currently he’s not my main squeeze
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last olympian thoughts
i reread this last night so my thoughts are a bit messed up but i have to mention how BEAUTIFULLY intertwined all the stories / character arcs in this book are
as a kid i loved this book bc i was just. styx. battle. percy telling the gods to be actual parents and realizing he's not important. i was like this book is genius BUT upon reread... its even better than i remembered? it combines percy annabeth luke nico rachel hermes may hestia hades ethan and the oracle SO profoundly...
percy and his self-importance (lol) and coming to terms to trust annabeth / truly understand the story / realize he is not the true chosen one
luke and hermes; how hermes cares for luke and may and how much he wanted for percy to trust luke AND may’s story
ethans eventual sacrifice as well
nico and him finding more about his mom
annabeth’s struggle with luke and her decision at the end to stop percy with janus hinted at (also hints abt hera hating her which leads to HoO)
percy and nico’s meeting of hestia and eventually prometheus and hope
rachel saying that percy isn’t the hero
ALL lead to the climax at the end; percy giving the knife to luke who was the true hero at the end, percy had to understand nico, luke, ethan, annabeth TO understand what to do at the end; give the knife to luke and give the gods their oath
im kinda sad that thalia didn't have a big role in the end bc i believe her and luke were the solid connection, but ig annabeth had to play the role bc of the knife
i loved the battles and the descriptions fdkasf i love the ingenuity the seriousness in this essay
SILENA AND CLARISSE ahhh i weep everytime it was so good and clarisse w ares’ blessing and chris just watching his gf and going ‘she’ll get tired eventually’ lol
and every death was... so sad and sacrificial? beckendorf, michael, and silena were the biggest ones and it impacted me so much?
parts i cried were with nico’s mom, silena, michael, beckendorf, and luke, and nico in general
ALSO nicos sense of humor and happiness :( i just... love nico sm and my moments of peace was nico playing w mrs oleary
AND AHHH percy and annabeth’s fight when they were in the room and eventually annabeth says ‘YES, you’re a coward percy jackson’ i just. i felt so. strongly about that. i loved how their relationship was an undertone during the war . i just. loved that conversation bc annabeth didn't know if percy would tell her bc she thought percy was going to die...
also when they were talking by the boardwalk i was just so :,) ahh i got emo ... percys descriptions abt annabeth.... WHEN percy said they saved olympus but all that mattered that she was next to him i cried a little... anyway... the underwater kiss his differently... when i was little the most romantic part of the book was when annabeth touched percys achilles heel and they were talking abt the poison but as an adult i loved their first argument, saving olympus, and the boardwalk talk more... :(
anyway the most important part of the book is luke luke is good i don't care what u say i think luke made me cry the most which is why again the luke-annabeth-thalia unit was important .. and yah bc as an adult i sympathize with him more and i just. love him. i understood him from the start more now as an adult and reading his arc and hermes’ statements... in this essay luke is very important bc the gods ARE shitty
percy and his self importance lol like. he thought nico was going to kill him in the battle of labyrinth and then he was the hero in the last book and got devastated i think its funny he's so dumb
i loved that it was percy and luke (parallels), annabeth, and grover at the end battle just like the first book as they were the only heroes truly introduced and it ended that way sad tho that thalia wasn't there
anyway i love this book... percy.. annabeth... luke... nico...
i love this series and it was so fun to reread idk if i can say the same abt hoo but i miss leo so :/ but im starting a draft for my rewrite
anyway i love this book
#the last olympian#pjo#percy jackson#luke castellan... very important to me#things i didnt pick up as a child?#especally the culmination of nico rachel percy luke#chefs kiss#all the percabeth esp the fight ? i think the fight#may be my favorite moment
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lay me gently | ksj
there is no time for loneliness among the fires of your forge, no room in your buzzing mind for thoughts of anything but your next invention and the pain in your leg. your life is tilted off its axis, though, when your parents arrange a marriage without your knowledge or consent, and your new husband begins to situate himself into your life despite protests from either of you. you don’t know what zeus and hera have planned, but a volcano is no place for a love god like seokjin. | monsters and gods pt 2 (masterlist)
pairing | seokjin x reader
genre/warnings | greek god au, aphrodite!jin, hephaestus!reader, disabled!reader (kind of. more technically accurate would be chronic pain!reader. but thats a whole discussion that ur welcome to have with me), fluff, slight angst but not a ton, v brief allusions to violence but its purposefully vague, not so brief descriptions of physical injury, descriptions of chronic pain, cyclopes! everywhere! i use that word so many times!, smut, literally the most vanilla smut i’ve ever written there are only two warnings, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, there are mentions of a war god that is a dick but it is Not Ares i promise, everyone still hates zeus bc he sucks, this also features dionysus!jimin but only a little,
word count | 12.9k | cross posted to ao3
a/n | this is the second installment of gods and monsters!! i was actually in the middle of writing from eden when i stumbled across a really fantastic blurb about retelling aphrodite’s story the way we’ve all collectively decided to retell persephone and hades, so that there are two decent fucking couples in greek mythology, and there were a lot of good comments on said blurb that made those last two braincells in my head run into each other and make an idea. and then i promptly opened a new doc and typed half of this and a vague summary before sleeping for longer than i should have! and i’m always weak for aphrodite jin bc i mean....look at him....man looks like he was sculpted by Michelangelo like who am i to deny the gods, y’know? and i figured that since i had olympian!reader in the last one, i’d continue that and have olympian!reader in this one, also i wanted an excuse to write from a hephaestus pov since i’ve loved that dumbass blacksmith since i was ten and wrote a greek history article in school. so here, have this aphrodite retelling!! | title from work song by hozier
It's hot. It's always hot here, the consequences of living inside a volcano, you suppose, but the callouses on your skin have long since made you immune to the burns. You glide down through the halls, an old habit since the day you crafted the wheels you attached to your sandals. No longer did you need to carry the awkward and hefty cane everywhere you went, or struggle to make your leg move the way you wanted it to. The invention of the wheel was one you were forever proud of.
The forge is already blazing when you arrive, each of the hundred levels full of cyclopes all hammering away. Steam hisses and rises through the air, and you chance a glance at the lava bubbling miles below you.
"Careful today," You call to the cyclops closest to you. "It looks like she's feeling the burn again. Raise the guards soon, and keep them up until she blows. No sense letting good work go to waste." The cyclops nods and barks an order out at others across the levels. You wheel yourself further along, the sound of the celestial bronze shields being brought up serving as background noise. You probably could have waited another day or so to raise them, if you were honest; cyclopes are fireproof, which is useful in a forge, and you yourself aren't likely to be taken out by a mere volcanic eruption. The work, though...heat like that could affect even the strongest of your creations, and everyone works much too hard here to have to reform every bolt, repour every blade.
You valued your time too much for that.
"You have a guest, my lady," one of your workers called. You look up from the notebook in your hands - soot-covered, bound in leather, edges singed, with bits of paper sticking every which way from the many times you've jotted something down for later and stuffed it inside quickly before tying the leather cords that bind it - and frown. The cyclops grimaces slightly. "It...seems to be Lord Zeus."
You scoff and spin yourself around to follow him to the elevator reluctantly. "Probably wants to commission another throne, the bastard. Should've stuck him to the last one, maybe he'd get it through his head that not everyone wants to fuck him." You wave a hand and your guide gives you a curt nod before returning to work. You settle yourself in the lift and flip the lever. It's not a long journey, thanks to the many improvements you've made over the years, but it still seems that too soon the grate is sliding back into the wall to allow you exit.
You tap your heels together twice as you glide off the lift, already reaching for the cane that you keep there for situations like this. The soft clicks and whirs are nearly imperceptible as the wheels break themselves apart and regress into the hidden compartments in your soles. Your leg becomes dead weight once more, and you wince at the way it drags behind you. You've half a mind to curse whoever came to call on you this time; you hate walking, even if the charade is a necessary one. You're still contemplating the idea when you hobble into your entry to see Zeus himself, stoic and cold as he ever is.
"My lord," You call, barely keeping the venom out of your voice as you do. Many would say it's the heat of the mountain making your blood boil, but you know the truth. Very little in the world sets you off like the man in front of you.
He turns and fixes a blinding grin on you. "My dear Hephaestus!" You scoff at the title; no one has called you by your name in centuries, lest they inherit your lameness. "Wonderful to see you, truly. It's been too long since my last visit."
"Yes, four hundred years does seem to crawl by without you to grace the halls of my forge," You drawl. His eyes steel for a moment, your sarcasm not as lost on him as you'd hope, but it quickly passes. "Why are you here, my lord?"
"Well, you remember how I said I would owe you a favor?" Your eyes narrow and you nod. In the handful of times Zeus has repaid the hundreds of favors he owes, it's hardly ever been something positive. "I'm here to pay it! I brought you a gift."
"A gift, what-?" You don't get the chance to finish. Zeus has already waved forward a steward he brought along. Your heart aches for the boy as sweat drips down his body and his tunic is already singed. Your own leathers are slightly oppressive in the heat, but at least they don't catch fire. Zeus takes a scroll from the boy, harsh and rough, and shoves it into your hands. You unravel it quickly, your eyes darting across the words on the paper.
"A marriage?!" Your screech echoes throughout the mountain and the clanging of metal on metal pauses for a moment. "What am I supposed to do with a marriage, much less one to a-" You scan the paper again. "A love goddess?"
"Not a love goddess," He tuts. "The love goddess. Well. Love deity. Aphrodite is a beauty, you're lucky I could arrange such a thing." Your eyes strain against your skull, threatening to pop out with every word Zeus says.
"What in all of Tartarus is a ‘love deity’ supposed to do in my forge?" You ask him. He scoffs and waves the question off as if it doesn't matter. Your hand twitches with the urge to throw him into the lava, and the only thing keeping you from doing exactly that is the pain striking through your leg - a bitter reminder of just what Zeus is capable of - and the knowledge that it wouldn't even kill him.
"Your mother was adamant about this, Hephaestus." You echo his scoff at this; you're sure she was. "Aphrodite will arrive within the week. See to it that everything is fit for a god." He chuckles at his own joke, and a vision of your cane shoved through his skull implants itself in your brain. You force yourself to take in deep breaths. The scent of hot metals, sparks, and sulfur calms you, as it always has.
"Fine," You say, though Zeus is already on his way out. "I'm not keeping anyone here against their will, though!" Your shout goes ignored, as you knew it would. You grumble under your breath and hobble back to the elevator. Within moments you're shooting down to your bedroom, large and situated close to the heart of the volcano. You don't bother to activate the wheels of your shoes, instead leaning on your cane until you get to your bed.
The plush mattress and blankets are a relief on your aching hip and leg and you let yourself lean back and just relax for a moment. The notice is still clutched in your hand and you find yourself staring at the looping curves of Hera's signature, wondering what she's up to this time.
Memories flood you before you can stop them; being a young godling in Olympus, attached and in awe of your mother as she led you around the city, light gleaming off the golden columns. Seeing the fire in Zeus' eyes the first time he struck her in front of you, and the blaze that came when you stepped in front of her. Starlight glinting off her silver robes as she cried in her garden. The bruising vice he kept on your calf, the feel of the winds against your skin as you fell, the way Helios painted the sky as you kept falling. The feel of a hammer in your hand for the first time, juxtaposed to the throbbing pain in your crippled leg every time you so much as twitched.
The notice is across the room before you realize you've thrown it. You want to believe she isn't playing games; Hera has always been somewhat conniving, but your mother has never been outright cruel to you, not since the night you tried to save her from her husband, and she always had her reasons. You may not always agree with her reasons, but that didn't change the fact that she had them. Still, condemning an innocent person to a life here...condemning you to live your days with a constant reminder of your plainness, your deformity, wasn't something you expected from her. Zeus, yes, but not her.
You let yourself fall back onto the bed, only to adjust a few moments later when the pressure on your hip becomes too much. You're angled now, weight resting on your good side to alleviate even a bit of the pain from the other. It was the only way you could get a moment's peace since your fall, the only time the pain lessened.
You allow yourself five breaths. Five breaths to let the tear slip down your cheek, drawing its path through the soot and the smoke. Four to let your breath shake in your chest and shudder in the air. Three for the ache in your hip to disappear completely, so you are blessedly free from your pain for once. Two for the thorns to tighten impossibly around your heart and let it bleed for you. One for the hole in your chest, shaped like a loving father and a true family that doesn't constantly commission weapons from you to throw at each other.
Pain arcs through your leg once more and you wince. Your hand massages the muscles there absentmindedly; it provides no relief to anything but your mind. You stand and click your heels together once more, glad when the wheels are stable once more. In seconds, you're off, flying through hallways to get to your workshop.
You've got work to do.
It's nearly the entire week later when one of the workers knocks on the door of your workshop.
"Aphrodite has arrived, my lady." You wave at him and he disappears back into the mass of his brothers. It doesn't take you long to get to the entryway, rolling through the halls until you're just outside the large bronze doors. You retract your wheels and grasp your cane, reminding yourself that the more people thought Zeus had crippled you debilitatingly, the better. Your hip aches again and you tune it out in favor of tapping the end of your cane against a small hammer at the base of the doors. There's a quiet whir as they slide open, and you limp forward as best you can.
The foyer is packed with people, cyclopes everywhere with bags slung over their shoulder, forest nymphs tapping at their smoking roots, naiads hissing with steam. In the midst of everything stands two still figures, one infinitely more familiar than the other.
"I thought I told you that the next time you step foot in my forge, I'd stoke my fires with your bones." Your voice is loud as it reverberates across the walls. Both figures turn to look at you, but your glare doesn't falter.
"Aw, are you still mad about that?" His smile is deceptively innocent. "You never would've gotten her off that throne otherwise."
"It wasn't supposed to be her throne in the first place, was it?" You spit back as you make your way to him. It doesn't escape your notice that everyone but the cyclopes is staring at you, and you're glad the heat from the mountain keeps you flushed. You can't show weakness in front of this crowd, you can't let them know that you know they think you're below them.
You can't let them know that in your worst moments, you agree.
"Get the fuck out of my mountain, Dionysus, before I throw you out."
"Ooh, take after your old man a little too much there, don't you?" Jimin's smile never leaves his face and you resist the urge to smack it with your cane. Instead, you tighten your grip on it and take a breath.
"What are you doing here?" You eventually ask through gritted teeth.
"Just escorting a dear, dear friend." His grin has turned predatory as he rests a hand on his companion's shoulder. "My dear Hephaestus, I'd like to introduce you to Aphrodite." You glance over, looking the man up and down briefly.
He's taller than you - though, with your pained hunch, many are. His shoulders are almost as wide as his eyes as he looks around the room, taking in the granite walls and bronze moldings. His clothes aren't practical in the least; soft and sweet and flowing linens in a pale lilac that complements the purple of his hair. It's a stark contrast to the harsh reds and greys of your soot-stained leathers. When he finally looks at you, his eyes are the same color as the grease you use to oil your inventions and give you no clue to his thoughts.
He's fucking beautiful and it brings a sob to your throat.
"It's...a pleasure." He looks you up and down, not unlike you did him, but whatever conclusions he makes, he says nothing.
"Your quarters are on the fifth floor," You reply in lieu of an actual greeting. "Delius will show you the way. Be careful, or you're likely to lose your head. Keep a cyclops with you while you learn your way around, they can get anywhere." The god looks surprised, though you aren't sure why, and you turn. "They'll see to your meals and needs, as well, so if you find yourself wanting, just let one know. I'll have a key made soon, so you can come and go as you wish."
Aphrodite starts to say something as you walk away, leg dragging slightly behind you as you go. Jimin seems to cut him off, though, already asking for wine.
"And get that bastard out of my forge!" You yell over your shoulder. "If he's still here when I get to the lift, I'm throwing him to the pit."
There's scrambling behind you as the doors close. You feel a twinge of regret; the love god has done nothing to you, you could have given him even the slightest chance. The memory of his eyes as he looked at you flashes in front of you and you lean against the wall for support. No love god would want to associate with someone like you. He is beauty and elegance, a practiced dance in a moonlit gazebo, and you…
You are a mistake, cast from your home and crippled for all to see exactly what happens when you get in Zeus' way.
You take a breath and let the heat from the stone wall soothe the pain in your hip as much as it will before you set off for your workshop.
Seokjin isn't quite sure what to do with himself that night. His friends - suitors - have all gone, unable to bear the heat of the mountain for more than a brief goodbye, and Jimin was quick to go when the cyclopes started for him. What the story there is, he doesn't know. He doesn't know anything, as a matter of fact.
He doesn't know why Hera pushed so hard to have him wed to Hephaestus. He doesn't know why the girl was so cold at their first meeting. He doesn't know why she seemed so normal. Most people he met fell to their knees within moments, desperate to please him and showering him with vain compliments that used to sound like music in his ears. Most were insistent in their offers to him, throwing out their bodies and souls and anything else they thought he might want, just for a single glance from him. He used to laugh as he blew them kisses, delighted by their mindless adoration.
Used to.��
He doesn't delight in such things anymore. Centuries have passed, and still, not a single one of the people and creatures that fought to stand in his presence cared about him. All of them saw Aphrodite, god of love and fertility, beauty and passion. They vied for just one night with him, fighting wars to win his hand, throwing whole festivals across Greece for his blessing. It was and would always be an honor. He is beautiful and is thankful for it, but…
Just once, he would like to be beautiful as Seokjin instead of Aphrodite. Would like the people attempting to woo him to hear the words he speaks instead of merely listening to the musicality of his voice. Would like to be believed, trusted, valued for something other than his face. Seokjin has a mind, a creative, capable mind that has - more than once - developed solutions to issues plaguing the mortals, only for him to be brushed to the side while the smart ones figured things out.
He hates it, just like he hates that Hera sprung this on him without so much as a warning. One day he'd been lounging in her garden, the one place he could find some reprieve from the hordes of suitors, and talking to Artemis about her life as a maiden, and the next, Zeus thrust a marriage certificate into his hands and told him to be packed by the end of the week.
And now his wife doesn't even care to look at him. You're not entranced like everyone else. The stories have grossly exaggerated your looks; he was prepared to look upon a monster, not a woman, pained and covered in soot with a limp. Still, there had been no emotion in your gaze, not even an ounce of the hatred or disgust he may have dreaded in his journey to this volcano.
Nor do you care to dine with him, clearly. He's been sat at a scorched rocky table longer than three of him, by himself, for nearly two hours. Olympus has spoiled him, clearly, or perhaps it's that your own manners are lacking. In the skies, everyone dines together, lounging on cushions and waiting until Zeus and Hera arrive before digging into the food presented to them. It's respectful, a way to honor the hosts of the home. Even there, however, he would not be kept waiting for more than ten minutes.
"You, there," He eventually calls to a cyclops in the corner, polishing goblets that likely haven't been touched in centuries. It turns to fix its eye on him, and Seokjin represses the instinctive shudder. "When does Hephaestus intend on dining tonight?"
"Apologies, my lord, but the lady has her dinner served in her workshop." Seokjin frowns at that and the cyclops continues. "She stays there most hours of the day, takes her meals there to ensure she makes the most of each day to create her inventions and improve upon her current ones."
Seokjin huffs and debates with himself for a moment. It would be rude to eat without his hostess present, but if you had your meals delivered elsewhere there was little chance you'd bother to come to the dining hall. He couldn't possibly go to your workshop to dine with you either; the cyclops could show him the way, yes, but he would no doubt be intruding on things he had no business being near, even as your husband.
He spews out a slew of curses that make the cyclops in the corner blush and digs into a roll. He would simply have to eat alone tonight, and perhaps if he catches you tomorrow, he can request your presence at meals.
You don't see Aphrodite again until the next evening.
You've almost forgotten anyone else lives in the mountain you call home, still used to being on your own besides the cyclopes. Roniah had informed you that morning that the god inquired as to your whereabouts the previous night during his supper, and the slightest bit of guilt shoots through you. You should have joined him if only for a moment to be polite, but you'd gotten entranced in your latest designs. Your own food had been taken away in the wee hours of the morning, stale and unwanted. It was commonplace, but you need to at least be polite to your husband.
You sink deeper into the steaming water around you, rubbing away the last bits of soot and grease as you ponder. The hot water is heaven on your aches, the warmth seeping through and relaxing them into painlessness. You don't allow yourself the luxury of bathing often, usually just wiping yourself clean every so often when the remnants of your work become too thick on your skin or the ache in your bones is too much to ignore. It's a nice reprieve, though, one you bask in each time. The water is close to boiling, comfortable and warm for a goddess such as yourself, and the steam makes it difficult to see much of anything.
You've long since come to terms with your life; you aren't beautiful, you won't ever walk without pain again, you won't be the daughter your parents wanted. But it's moments like these that you let yourself pretend, if only for a moment. Pretend you weren't thrown from your home. Pretend your leg isn't covered in scars from where the rocks of Olympus sliced it open. Pretend you're the same woman you were all those years ago, clutching at your mother's skirts as Zeus thundered towards her.
Your head starts to spin and you stand, clumsily making your way out of the pool and to the stone bench where your linen towel waits. You slip your robes over your shoulders and sigh at the softness of them. The black linen you keep here was woven by Ariadne herself, enchanted by Athena and dipped in the fires of your forge to withstand the heat. It allows for a slight breeze as you move into your bedroom, not bothering to tie the material closed completely so it hangs limp on your shoulders, torso exposed. Your skin is overheated from the water and you enjoy the way the air cools you just slightly as you sit on your bed.
You don't think anything of it until a throat clears behind you and you whip your head around to see Aphrodite standing just inside your door.
"Apologies, my lady. Horedon did not mention you were indisposed when I asked him to show me to your quarters." His voice is pleasant, soft and gentle. It matches his image and makes you acutely aware of how loud you always are, always must be in order to be heard over the forges.
"It's an honest mistake," You say eventually, tugging your robes tighter around you. "What do you need? As I said, the cyclopes are more than capable-"
"I wanted to extend my gratitude, actually." You can't even be mad he cut you off, too surprised by his words. "You and your workers have been very kind in the day that I've been here, and I appreciate that. I know that this isn't exactly something we had planned."
You nod in understanding. Pain flares in your leg once more and you massage the muscle out of habit. "Are your quarters to your liking? I did my best to position you high enough that the heat from the magma wouldn't be too overbearing, but not high enough that the forge smoke would choke you. Ah, and your bed also has a screen function built in to help to filter the air, so it may be more like what you're used to."
"Thank you, it's lovely. Delius showed me yesterday, it felt very much like Hera's garden." If he notices your flinch at the words, he doesn't say anything. "Listen, Hephaestus, I know neither of us may have wanted this, but I think we should make the most of this. We can at least be civil. If you would, your company at dinner would be most welcome." You stare at him, a laugh bubbling up in your throat that you can't stop. He looks baffled upon hearing it and it takes you a full minute to calm down enough to speak.
"Thank you for inviting me to dine at my own table, Aphrodite," you say with an amused smile. "I shall do my best to attend, should I find myself near the hall." His ears turn a lovely shade of pink as he inclines his head in a small bow and leaves. You laugh again once he's gone. The entire situation is too hysterical for you.
You, a plain and hobbled smith, are married to a love god who is beauty personified, who has already taken it upon himself to invite you to dine at your dinner table with him. You really should have expected him to pull something like this; already comfortable enough to show up unannounced in your private chambers and issue invitations and probably demands of your workers. You're not sure why Hera has banished him here; he's so much like her, he should be a favorite, and yet she must hate him if she's sentenced him to live here for the rest of existence.
With a sigh you settle back into your bed, pillows supporting the weight of your bad leg and sheets thrown haphazardly around you.
You don't expect to sleep, so when you wake, you're disoriented. You're not sure how long you were out, but it seems to have been a while based on the hunger that gnaws at your stomach. You click your heels and wheel your way to the kitchens, rubbing at your eyes to clear the sleep from them.
You're focused when you enter the kitchen and give a curt wave to the mass of cyclopes situated around the island. It isn't until you're done making your gyro that you turn, deliciousness only a bite away and lock eyes with Aphrodite.
He looks radiant, as always; the pale yellow cloth drapes along his form in a most appealing way, and there's an amused smirk playing over his lips. His hair is still that soft purple, but it's faded some.
"It's nice to see you again, wife," He says with an incline of his head. "It's been a while since anyone's seen you roaming through the halls." You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you lean back against the counter, wheels dig into the stone underneath your feet.
"Yes, well, I was resting. Nothing strange about that, is there?" His lips quirk in a knowing smile and he shares a glance with the cyclops to his right. You notice for the first time how soft his mouth looks, pillowy and full, and you absently wonder how many have felt those lips against their skin.
"Eat up, my lady," Aphrodite says eventually. "After a week-long nap, I expect you need it. Zeus dropped by a few days ago to deliver his wedding gift, it's waiting in your workshop. I've already commissioned a new necklace for Hera as thanks."
You frown, stuffing the gyro in your mouth. It was one thing to learn that you've been asleep for a week - not uncommon, for a god, but useful knowledge - but to know that Zeus stopped by without waking you, and that Aphrodite has been running things in your stead… You glance quickly around, noting the way each cyclops in the room is turned toward the love god as if they had all been deep in conversation before you arrived, and the sprawling mass of gems and stones atop the island in front of them.
"You're commissioning the cyclopes for jewelry now?" You eventually ask. He nods.
"They truly have an eye for detail," He says, a cheeky grin growing on his face. The cyclopes look amused, a couple even laughing outright, and you stifle a sigh at the terrible joke. "And I had no idea that these gems are so common here. The quality is astounding, honestly, I only ever see it in the gems on Olympus."
"That's because the stones on Olympus are from here," you tell him. Your eyes rake over him and he seems...happier than last you saw him. The soft light from the magma tunnels highlights his features beautifully, only enhancing the natural beauty, and there are gems decorating his hands and wound tight around his throat in a choker. More than that, though, he looks peaceful, relaxed. His muscles are relaxed as he sits among the one-eyed giants, a smile never far from his face, and they make conversation with him easily, despite their usual hesitance to be around any of the other gods. It warms you to see them so at ease around someone other than yourself.
"Well, if it's for Hera, it must be the best. Get me the designs, Aphrodite, and if there's anything else-"
"Seokjin."
"Hm?" You turn, already halfway to the door.
"Seokjin is my chosen name. Please, you don't need to keep using my title."
"Oh." Your eyes must be as wide as saucers as you stare at him, but the soft grin on his face doesn't falter in the least. "Alright then, Seokjin."
"We'll get you the designs when we're done, then, Hephaestus." You nod a little at his words and roll yourself away from the kitchens. It isn't until you get to your workshop that you realize you never gave him your own name.
Seokjin is...confused, to say the least.
The stories on Olympus about your mountain forge are varied and extravagant, but they all seem to agree on the basics. The mountain is a terrible place to live, always filled with soot and impossible to navigate and as hideous as its master. The cyclopes are unfriendly and outright rude to everyone, if not openly hostile, likely because they are forced into servitude. The forge goddess that rules over the volcano is as violent and temperamental as the mountain itself, liable to explode at any moment after being cast out of Olympus for her own hubris. You're said to be cold and unfeeling and cruel, whipping any cyclops that doesn't do what you say when you say and beating the others into submission as you forge more and more powerful weapons for Zeus, your punishment for daring to stand against him.
Seokjin was finding more and more that none of those things were true.
Yes, there is soot everywhere, but a simple wash and blessing upon his clothes keep them clean and beautiful. The mountain itself is a bit harsher than what he usually would consider beautiful, but the crystal mines glow with the magma behind them, lighting the walls with a myriad of colors, and the soft light in the palace does wonders for his looks, not to mention the way the ash and charcoal have helped his complexion. The halls are winding and strange, but following the system of bells and strings that he's seen messages shooting along means that even when lost, he can easily find a cyclops to help him to where he's going. Said cyclopes were unfriendly that first day, but now? They were nice beings, each one enthusiastic about the things they create and excited to be there, especially now that there's another person to talk to. They warmed to Seokjin fairly quickly after he asked what they were making; some kind of automaton, apparently, and when he asked what it was supposed to do, how it works, each eye lit up with glee as they began to explain it to him.
And you.
You are not violent at all. Every time you look at one of your workers, it is with friendship and happiness, and while you are easily distracted and yes, a bit temperamental, you are ultimately kind. He wants for nothing, everything he could ask for is given almost as soon as the words leave his mouth, he is free to come and go as he wishes, which is more than can be said for some of the other gods he's met. You have been unfailingly kind in the wake of your marriage to him. Everything he's witnessed, from the way you rushed to stamp out a flare at the bottom of his robes one day to the way you held a cyclops in your arms as he sobbed for a brother who had been lost to the sea, nothing has shown him that you are anything like what the Olympians say. You are frequently absent, locked away in your workshop for days at a time and leaving him to his own devices, but even that is a breath of fresh air. For so long, he's been surrounded by people - gods, nymphs, mortals, anyone and everyone all vying for his attention because he's beautiful and elegant, stealing precious moments of solitude where he can, and now he has as much as he desires. It makes him want to cry, he's so thankful for it.
He's only left a few times, determined to visit Hera and see the few friends he keeps - Dionysus is always glad to see him, odd enough, and loves to hear his tales of life under the mountain. Each time he leaves, however, he's swarmed. Not always immediately, but it's as if the world can sense his return, and they come in droves, all to catch a glimpse of his beauty. It's exhausting and overwhelming now that he's had so much time on his own, which is the exact reason he doesn't leave very often. The worst of them is an especially willful war god, who Seokjin swears has been camping outside the volcano to know the second he leaves to visit a friend because the man is on him in a heartbeat and refuses to leave him alone.
It's irritating and the way the man looks at him leaves him uncomfortable for days after he returns. He has half a mind to ask a cyclops to start accompanying him out, but even Seokjin knows better than to bring one of them to Olympus; Zeus would strike the gentle being down in a heartbeat just for daring to step where the gods live.
He ponders what else he can do as he wanders the halls of the mountain, a habit at this point. He's been here weeks, each day better than the last, and still hasn't explored the entire place. He's on the lowest level now, heat scorching the hair on his arms and sandals blackened with ash. There's been quite a clamor down here somewhere for the past few days, and he's curious to see what project is being hammered out.
He doesn't expect to turn a corner, walk past an open door, and see you, wheeling frantically around a large room, papers tucked in all sorts of pockets on your overalls, hair wild, face covered in soot. He watches, fascinated as you screech to a halt beside a large worktable, rifling through paper after paper before finally finding whatever it is you're looking for, only to push yourself to the other side of the room to pull a steaming piece of celestial bronze out of a pail. You look harried and distracted, not even having noticed him yet, and it…
It's honestly beautiful.
He's always loved seeing beauty like this; the sheer, unfiltered rawness of creativity and passion. The way you and others lost themselves in their work, blind to everything but the vision in their heads, forgoing sleep and food and everything else in favor of making something out of nothing. It's beauty in its most naked form; the naked truth of being real, in the fleeting moments of existence, and Seokjin lives for it. It's his personal favorite of all the beauty in the world, and you encapsulate it better than anyone he's ever met.
It's also beyond fascinating to watch you roll around on the wheels attached to your sandals. He can't help but wonder what it's like, to not have to take step after step and instead just roll through the slightly slanted halls of the mountain.
"Did you make those?" He regrets the words almost immediately, reaching in futility to catch you as you turn and trip over a pail set just too far in your path for you to dodge. "I'm so sorry, I should have announced myself. I don't mean to keep startling you."
"It's fine," you groan, though the hand on your hip is white-knuckled and your teeth are gritted. "I should have been paying more attention." He strides over and helps you to your feet, not missing the way you lean on him for support until you can sit on the now-overturned pail. "What did you need?"
"Oh, nothing, I was just exploring. Those, on your feet, though. You made them?" He smiles at your nod, however hesitant it is, and settles on the ground beside you to get a better look. "They're amazing. This compartment here, are they retractable?" You click your heels together in response, and Seokjin watches with wide eyes as the discs fold themselves up and slide into the soles of your sandals. "Amazing. Can you make me a pair?"
"You...you aren't going to tell Zeus, are you?" Your voice is the most unsure he's heard it, and he frowns.
"Why would I do that?"
"I don't know, I just...he wouldn't really be happy if he knew I made these. Since I'm supposed to be suffering and everything, and they make it...not as terrible."
Seokjin scoffs. "No, I won't tell Zeus. You really do have to make me a pair, though, these are amazing. What else have you made?" Your eyes are wide when he looks back up at you, but you quickly pull papers out of your pockets to hand them over.
"Well, this is my current schematic. I've just got to figure out how to get it to work."
"Is this...is this a person?"
"Kind of. The muses asked for some kind of...enhancement that would let them be heard in more places at once. So I've created this," You point to the left-most figure, which could only be Calliope. "Which is going to essentially absorb whatever the muse is doing, and then these," You run your finger along the other eight figures, each distinct but still matching overall, "Will distribute that to wherever they are. I've got a good basis for the visual representation, I think, and the audio system should be fine, but the issue I've been having is that I can't seem to get it to all...click."
"So you've got the transmitting figured out?"
"Yeah, that part was easy. And I built the miniatures, and they've been working fine, but I can't get the full sized ones to work correctly. I've smelted them down at least five times just to rebuild them." Seokjin stares at the papers in his hands, trying to make sense of the little scratches of handwriting that dart on and off the papers. He shakes his head, and pulls back, squinting.
"This may be a stupid question," He starts, looking at the front and side views you've drawn out, "But did you account for the weight?" You're silent for a long while, and when he looks up, you're gaping at him. "Sorry, of course you did, that was dumb."
"The fucking weight," You mutter. You're off in a flash, pulling the papers out of his hands to throw them down on a workbench and start scrawling again. "Because it wouldn't affect the smaller models since they use less material, but the full-size automatons would have the pressure which would affect the-" You start whispering to yourself, too rushed and quiet for him to make sense of, but he softens as he watches you go. He pulls the pail out of the way and sets it back against the wall before settling in on top of it.
He stays there for what feels like hours, watching as you pour adamantine into the molds and weld parts together and breathe that spark of life into the core of Calliope's automaton counterpart. He doesn't dare to breathe as you watch, hope clear in your eyes. Then the whirring starts and the automaton assumes a very Calliope-like pose, and you actually start to laugh and jump up and down. He can't keep the smile from his face, but he's satisfied now that he knows you're happy, so he moves to leave.
He's stopped by your voice, softer than he expected it over the hissing of the dying forge. He turns and you repeat your name. It sounds awkward on your lips, like you haven't said it in so long that your voice has forgotten what it sounds like, but you're smiling at him and you have soot on your face and he has to resist the urge to wipe it off. He echoes you quietly, and he thinks he's never heard a name more beautiful and fitting for someone like you.
Later, as he sinks into the steaming water of his rooms to wash the soot from his skin, he surprises himself. For the first time in his life, he wishes he wasn't a love god not for the unwanted attention, but because now he knows. He knows this feeling blossoming in his chest, and he knows how it mirrors that spark in your own heart. He can sense it, can feel it in the air as if it had actual weight to it, and he just...knows. He knows that you don't know what this is, that you probably will never realize what he feels, that you'll brush off your own feelings as some reluctant fondness while he can feel every step you take further into the magic of love.
And he won't be able to do anything to keep himself from falling in love with you and you won't ever be able to see that.
You've been locked in your workshop for days, putting the finishing touches on the Muses' automatons and adding the decorative bits you know they'll love. You haven't slept in twice as long, food even further from your mind, as it usually is when you get into one of your projects. It's a shock when Seokjin returns to your workshop balancing several trays of food and drink. You hold a strange fondness for him, unable to resist after he'd pointed out something so obvious in your designs. Anyone that could help you with your designs was worth at least knowing a little, you figure, but you never expected him to keep coming back.
And yet here is, directing three cyclopes to set cushions and blankets and all manner of soft, plush bedding on the ground just inside the door of your workshop. You gawk, wondering just how much nerve he has to be doing this and also what possible reason he thinks is good enough to disrupt you.
"You need to eat," He says when he notices you staring at him. "Besides, you're basically finished with them, and you need sustenance and rest if I'm going to get my awesome wheel shoes." You refrain from mentioning that you've already got them made; you don't want to encourage him too much. Pelion gives you a look as he exits the room and you huff. Just because they spend centuries here, they think they can tell you when to take breaks and eat. Typical cyclops.
You grumble as you wheel yourself to the mass of cushions Seokjin has created, but you quiet at the way it does ease the soreness in your leg. As good as you've become at drowning out the pain, the steady onslaught to your nerves has been fraying your attention more than you'll admit.
Seokjin sits after you have and presents the food with a flourish. It all looks delicious, much better than the hasty gyros and wraps you put together, and your mouth waters. He very kindly does not mention how disgusting you must look as you begin to dig in, instead talking about a recent trip he'd taken to see Dionysus.
His tone eventually catches your attention more than his words. "Wait," You stop him, slurping down some ambrosia. "Back up. Someone's stalking you?"
"I...don't think I'd call it stalking, exactly. I don't think he's going to do anything, either, it's all just talk, but...well. It's still frustrating when I'm just trying to visit friends."
"No, if it's bothering you, then it's an issue, then it needs to end. Tell me everything." And Seokjin does. From how the war god waits for him, either outside the mountain or outside Olympus, spends every moment Seokjin is gone following him around and saying some truly crude things. All of it makes your blood boil - Seokjin is kind, to the point that even the cyclopes love him, which is rare, and he gets harassed enough apparently without some god running around hitting on him constantly.
The rumors, though. The rumors are what get you seeing red. It's no secret on Olympus that this was an arranged marriage; they aren't uncommon among gods, and they aren't usually a scandal, but yours apparently is. Seokjin hesitates when he tells you about them, and you nearly break your fork in your effort to keep your rage from him. All sorts of stories, from you abusing him, forcing things he isn't comfortable with, keeping him chained up, feeding him pieces of your cyclopes, that you had bought him from Zeus with promises of gifts from the forge. Each is as terrible as the last, and all of them have your stomach rolling, and Seokjin reluctantly explains that he believes the war god to be the source of most of them.
"Well," You say, violently spearing a grape. "That must be stopped, immediately. I refuse to allow people to think of you like that, it's utterly disrespectful." You wobble to your feet and roll over to the wall of ideas you hadn't managed to get around to yet. "What do you think? Maiming? Or is that too quick? I've got a truly brilliant idea for a bull, it could eat him if I use the right materials. It'd take at least a hundred years for him to get out of that."
"Well," Seokjin eventually says. You turn to look at him, excitement bright in your eyes. The wheels in his brain are turning and he's got a fondness on his face as he lounges on pillows and cushions; it melts your heart. He looks every bit the love god he is, and something in you wants to sob at the thought. "I would say, personally, if he's going to embarrass us in such a public way, then it should only really be fair to embarrass him in such a way." He tosses the knife in his hand and it embeds itself in one of the papers on your wall. You ignore the throb of arousal that runs through you, looking instead at the design he's chosen.
"Oh," You whisper. Ideas are already running rampant in your mind. "Yes, I think this could be a very good plan."
Seokjin is in stitches when he next sees you, clutching at his sides as his laughter echoes through your workshop. The sight of his harasser in your net as he spouted off a variety of kinks that made even Zeus blush, in the middle of the golden city with all of the gods around him isn't one Seokjin is likely to forget.
"I still don't understand how you did it," He says, calming slightly as he wipes tears from his eyes. "How did you weave such a net, and how did you enchant it to make him say such things?"
"It wasn't much," You say. Your smile is beautiful, a treasure rarer than all the gems that he wears and more valuable than anything he's come across. He wants to wear it, wants you to keep smiling like that, with such pride in your work and happiness radiating from you. "...and then Arachne wove it all together." He nods as if he'd heard the rest of what you said. Part of him feels guilty for not listening; it really is fascinating, how you craft such wonderful things out of such pedestrian supplies.
"You're amazing," He says. He doesn't mean to, but it's true. Even now, as you lean against your workbench, fingers digging into the skin of your hip without even realizing you're doing it, smile slowly fading into something else - something more - you are radiant. Soot across your face and wheels on your shoes and the kindest heart he's ever seen in a goddess, and he wants you like no one else. There has always been beauty in creation, always been love in inspiration, and you are the ultimate mix of the two, painted over with enough cunning and determination to keep at your work no matter what.
He steps closer to you, slowly, and brings a hand up to wipe at the soot on your cheek. It smears under his thumb and your breath hitches in the most attractive way.
It's unbearably attractive, honestly, and it makes an ache swell within him that goes deeper than the physical. He wants to keep you smiling like that, wants to watch you work and bring you gyros and cart you to a hot bath on a bad day. He can see it, all of it, splayed in front of him as clear as if he were an Oracle. He'd waltz into your workshop and pepper you with kisses before pulling you out after him. Your wheels would squeak along the stone floor but you wouldn't complain even as he settles you in hot water and makes you forget your pain as he asks about your newest designs and creations. He can see it, and it's beautiful, and he wants it so bad that it hurts.
Almost as much as it hurts when your face falls, expression closing off into the same passive coolness that greeted him when he first arrived. You slide your way around him and turn to face another worktable. It hurts, the way you won't look at him, and moves something deep and primal inside him. It urges him to go on, to trap you against that table and make you open up to him, make sure you know that you can trust him to satisfy you.
He stamps it down with a long breath.
"Well," He says, pointedly ignoring your shaky breathing. "Thank you, again, for helping me. I suppose I'll see you around."
"You don't need to thank me, Seokjin," You say. Your voice is tight and your hands twitch and he wants to kiss you until the pain is gone forever. He doesn't. "You're my husband, I was only doing what was right."
"Still," He says, "It means more to me than you know."
You don't respond, and he leaves before you can. He doesn't want you to, doesn't want to hear the reluctant rejection spill from your lips when he knows. He's a love god, he knows when someone is in love, can feel in the air and taste it on his tongue. He knows that scent better than his own face and your workroom was suffocating with it.
He has no doubt that some was his own; he knows this fluttering in his chest, the rolling of his stomach, the spark of lightning dancing along his skin. He knows.
But he can smell the hesitation, too. Can see the way you fight the feeling, in every aborted reach for his hand and each averted gaze when he looks at you. You love him, he's so sure of it, but you don't want to be.
And he cannot force you to change your mind about that. He won't. He just isn't sure how long he can last without telling you that he loves you, too.
Curses spill from your lips as you glide cautiously through the hallways. You've grown too complacent, comfortable around your husband. You very nearly slipped the other day, were a hair's breadth from throwing caution to the wind and kissing him; it was a miracle you caught yourself. He'd just looked so happy. The smile, that laugh, everything about him was just glowing in the light of your workshop, and then he'd complimented you.
It's been decades since someone complimented your work like that, and none of them had done so with that look in their eyes. The gentle warmth, the fondness, the glow.
The love.
That was what startled you out of your thoughts, the sheer love that radiated from him. That was what made you push him away. It's what has kept you from seeing him for nearly a week, turning on your heel and going the other direction when you spot him. You can't handle love.
Not just because you've never known such an emotion, not just because you've never had anyone look at you that way, but because...he's a love god. A man like Seokjin surely falls in love every day with each passing stranger that catches his eye, and you...don't. You've never felt this before, you've never had someone love you, you don't know how it works, and worse, you can't figure it out.
You can't take love apart and look at each gear and cog and spring until you can piece it back together into a whole again. You can't observe and tinker and improve on something like love. Clouds and lightning? Simple mediums. Celestial bronze? Malleable as clay under your hands. But love? No, that was something utterly foreign to you.
You drop to your bed and pull your leg up beside you to inspect the wheel. It's cracked, badly, and it's a shock that it survived long enough to get you to your room. You lean closer and flinch at the stabbing pain that rolls through you. It's a stark reminder of yet another reason you don't belong with Seokjin. A god like him has almost definitely lain with the most beautiful in all creation; he surrounds himself with only the finest gems, the softest cloth, the richest wine. He only accepts the best.
You are far from being the best. Mutilated and scarred, left to limp around your mountain in solitude. You're past acceptance of your pain and the scars that mark your skin, you don't really care much that they exist anymore most days. Life could be easier without them, but would you have become the person you are today without them? You wouldn't have been so determined to find an easier way around, you wouldn't have worked for days on the wheeled sandals, you wouldn't have discovered your passion for creating.
You wouldn't be in pain, though. And maybe, just...maybe, Seokjin would find you beautiful. As beautiful as the twinkling stones around his throat and the flowing silks across his chest. Beautiful enough to stay beneath this mountain in the smoke and heat, to press his pillow-soft lips against yours, to love without abandon. Now, though, with your scars and pain and awkward gait, you find yourself doubting what you saw. It could have been love, yes, but how likely is that? A love god forced to live in a suffocating cave, wed to the laughingstock of the pantheon. It's more likely that he's attached himself to the nearest person that shows him any affection, despite how desperately you want him to really feel something for you.
Three succinct knocks on the door of your room jar you away from the thought.
"Come in," You call. You wish you were more surprised to see Seokjin, purple hair prettily faded and matching the soft lavender cloth that drapes from his shoulders.
"Can I have a few minutes of your time, Hephaestus?" He hasn't used your title since you told him your name, and it hurts to hear it now. Cements the fact that you are too different.
You nod, and the pain in your hip keeps you from moving away when he comes to kneel before you.
"I love you," He says matter-of-factly. "I've let you avoid me this past week because it's not my place to force these feelings on you, but the stench of heartbreak is too much now. It just lingers in the halls and it's starting to seep into my clothes and if it keeps up, I might have to double my skincare routine because it soaks into my pores. So I love you. A lot more than I ever expected to, and probably more than I've ever loved anything in my life."
You gape at him. "What...why…what?"
"You are creative and cunning and petty and inventive and intelligent and determined and it's so beautiful," He says. There's not an ounce of hesitation in his face, and it steals the words from your throat. "I love you, and I need you to know that so you stop stinking up the forge with your angst and heartbreak. I understand if you don't want to be with me-"
"What heartbreak, what-"
"Well, I don't actually," Jin continues, ignoring your protests. "I'm really quite the catch and to deny yourself of me when you love me this much would be an entirely new and advanced form of masochism, but nevertheless, I will accept your rejection, however inane and ill-advised it may be, because it is, ultimately, your choice. You can tell me to go, and I will, and you won't ever know I'm here again. But, if you accept this, then…"
He trails off and his eyes soften impossibly as he wraps his hands around yours. You've never believed people could communicate so much with just a single look, but you're proven wrong by the sheer emotion in his gaze. Your name falls from his lips, and it's never sounded so nice to your ears.
"If you accept, then I swear to you, I will spend every hour of every day ensuring you feel loved. I will bring you food when you forget to eat, I will tidy your workshop when you can't find anything, I will carry you wherever you need to go when the pain is too much to bear." One hand moves to rest along your hip, warmth distracting you from the stab of pain that ghosts through it. "I will be everything and anything that you need, always and forever, and I won't let another moment pass with you thinking otherwise."
He looks at you with expectation in his eyes, and you...can't speak. There are no words for what you're feeling; the sureness of his love warring with the anxiety of not being worth it. You open your mouth several times to respond and find that you can't; of all the words flying around in your mind, none of them make it out. He waits, for longer than you would have, before he sighs and nods.
"That's fine. Love is complicated even at the best of times." He stands, and the loss of his hands on you feels like part of you is being ripped away. "If you ever change your mind, let me know."
His smile is sad as he leaves, and the clink of the door behind him is the last nail in the coffin. Something wet and warm hits your hand, and you realize you're crying. When did you start crying? You struggle to your feet, rolling wildly across the room before you gain your balance.
The door swings open as you shove past it, the last bit of his purple robes turning the corner, and you shove off the wall to gain speed. You can't let him go. The knowledge surges through you with surety you've never felt, and it feels like there's a timer above your head, counting down to the moment you lose him forever. His name echoes through the halls, even though you don't remember calling it, and you speed around a corner to him.
He's half turned to face you already, about to head down another hall since this one dead ends, and it's as you go to brake that you remember the cracked wheel. There is no braking, you're lucky you've made it so far, but you're at top speed right now and there's no time.
"Don't-" is all you can get out before you're crashing into him, wincing as he falls down to the hard ground and the wheel splits in half beneath you. The pain comes an instant later, too much weight too suddenly, and it would bring tears to your eyes if you didn't fight them down.
"Wow," Jin says after a second. "You really did fall for me, didn't you?" His laughter drowns out your groan, but it's worth it for the way he's smiling at you.
"I…" You hesitate, unsure of the words. He waits, patient and relaxed even as he adjusts you to sit on his lap instead of the rock. "I do. I want this."
"I know," He says with a grin. "It's nice to hear you say it, though." He doesn't flinch at the smack you give his shoulder, just presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"I swear to all the gods, Seokjin, if you don't stop, I'm going to put this discus through your skull."
"Ooh, please do. I hear that's how Athena was born."
"Seriously?"
"You're right, we don't need anyone else like that running around."
You let your tools fall to the table in front of you and spin around to face your husband. He's exactly where he has been for hours, lounging among pillows and silks on the bed he's had installed in your workshop. A bowl of grapes sits nearby and he's been working his way through them for what feels like forever. If you weren't so irritated, you'd be struck dumb by the image he paints, half-naked and glowing as he pops a fruit between his lips.
As it stands, you're just frustrated and horny now, which is never really a good thing, but especially not on bad days. The ache has made it hard to think, and you've been shuffling around all day trying to find a position that made it hurt just a little less but had no such luck. You've made no progress on the designs in front of you, either; between Seokjin's commentary and the fog of pain in your mind, you had no concentration.
"I'm trying to work, Seokjin. We had an agreement, remember? You could have the bed installed, you can hang out here, I don't mind, but you have to let me work."
"You've been trying for hours," Seokjin whines. "Take a break with me, please? You need to rest your hip anyway, or you won't be able to focus." You hate that he's right, and you hate that he knows he's right, and you really hate that he knows you know he's right. You grumble as you wheel over to him and as you slide your shoes off. It's his one rule about the bed, no shoes, and while you can't blame him since they were covered in ash and soot and rock, you still like to complain about it.
His hands are on you in an instant, gliding under your shirt and massaging your hip. You sink into the touch, sighing as the pain lessens slightly.
"Let me help? We've still got some of the lotion that Apollo sent as a wedding favor. I brought it down, just in case." Lips press soft kisses to your shoulder, and you know it's only a matter of time before you give in. You should probably be a little ashamed of how little it takes for your husband to distract you, but you can't bother to care now.
You nod, and you feel him smile against your skin. He's gone and back in a heartbeat and he lays you back against the pillows carefully. You wince when your hip rests flat, instantly adjusting to bear your weight elsewhere.
"Is it bad today?" He mutters as he slides your usual leathers off. Any shyness and embarrassment you once had are long gone, softened by the passage of time and the sheer amount of times he's seen you naked.
"No," You respond quietly. He shoots you a disbelieving look. "It's more annoying than usual, I suppose, but it's not any worse than usual."
"You shouldn't have irritated it by working," Seokjin says as he runs some of Apollo's lotion between his hands to warm it. "You could have stayed right here and gotten more done."
"I can't forge a throne from the bed, Seokjin."
"No, but you can draw designs for it. And for the jewelry I promised Dionysus."
"I still don't know how you talked me into making something for him that isn't a chastity belt or a guillotine." The heat in your words is dulled with every slide of your husband's hands over your hip. The lotion starts working almost immediately, sinking into your skin and dissipating any discomfort it reaches. Seokjin is smiling as he works and pats your thigh lightly. You twist more, laying on your side so he can reach the back of your thigh.
"You can't be mad at him forever, can you?" He asks. You open your mouth to disagree - as a goddess, you quite literally can - but only a squawk comes out when he slaps your ass and watches it jiggle. He laughs as you slap at his shoulder, no real strength behind it.
"That's it, give me my clothes, I have work to do."
"Mm, I don't think so. Apollo said you have to rest for a while after applying, remember?" He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek.
"What do you expect me to do, just lay here and do nothing? I can't turn my brain off, Seokjin, I'll go mad if I have to lay here without being able to work."
"I actually had other ideas." The smile never leaves his face, and as he leans over you, you can feel the length of him pressing into your thigh. "Still just laying there, but much more enjoyable."
"Scandalous," You whisper, fighting a smile. "What would my husband think?"
"That you look sexier than anything he's ever seen like this and that he wants nothing more than to make you forget about anything but him."
“That doesn’t sound very restful,” You tease as he kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can feel his familiar smile against your skin; he always does love it when you get flustered. “I’m pretty sure Apollo specified ‘no sex’ in his definition of resting. He was pretty clear about it, actually, which makes me wonder what you’ve told him.”
Seokjin nips at your collarbone lightly. “Didn’t I say I want you to forget about anything but me?”
“Didn’t you say you were going to make me?” You retort. It’s a familiar argument, as comfortable and warm as Seokjin’s hands massaging your hip and thigh. His silk-soft hands dip downwards even as he rises, lifting your leg up and hooking your ankle around his neck. The discomfort that hits is overshadowed by the relieving stretch, and heat pools in your belly when you feel his length press against you once more, significantly closer to where you’d like it. He straddles your free leg, pressing against your naked core.
“Seokjin, please,” You mutter. His touch is feather-light now, fingertips ghosting over your skin and marveling at the goosebumps they raise. You wiggle underneath him as he begins to trace your scars. The first time you’d done this, you didn’t let him linger; you were too embarrassed, too ashamed, too aware of the marks that start just above your hip and travel nearly to your knee. He’d insisted on it the next time, but you’d kept the room dark so you wouldn’t have to see his face. Months had passed before you could bear to watch him look at you, and when you did, it shocked you. It still does. It never seems to matter how many times he sees you like this, bare and vulnerable, scars on full display underneath his large hands. He always wears the same expression, the same awe reflecting in his eyes each time, his touch always gentle and careful, like he doesn’t want to make it worse than it already is. There’s no disgust, there’s no carefully crafted neutrality, nothing that you convinced yourself to expect. Just pure, unfiltered love.
It’s there still, radiant as he slides his hands along your skin. The sensation is dulled along the scar tissue, and yet you feel it in your very core. Wetness seeps into the fabric Seokjin is still wearing, and you whimper a little. He shushes you softly, grinding lightly to give you just a taste of the friction you so desire.
“Oh, my beautiful little blacksmith,” He coos. “You are absolutely soaked, did you know that? I haven’t even started yet, and you’re already so ready for me.” You whine as he slides a finger along your folds. You try to buck into his touch, but his other hand holds your hips firmly in place, though he never stops his massage. “Ah-ah, none of that. You’ll make the pain worse.”
You huff slightly under your breath, but you know he’s right. It’s a lesson you’ve learned several times over.
“Seokjin, don’t tease,” You plead. You let your lip pout, knowing he can’t resist the very rare sight. “You said you would distract me. Or should I go back to my designs?”
“If you think you can,” He responds amicably. You turn slightly, your back resting flush against the bed while he moves your leg to wrap around his waist. It’s still twisted to the side, but the position helps with the pain leftover from the ointment. You open your mouth to snark at your husband, but all that comes out is a loud moan as he sinks two fingers deep inside you. His length, pressed into the meat of your ass, twitches at the sound.
“Fuck, Seokjin,” You breathe. The way his fingers fit inside you is like no other feeling, and you could spend centuries trying to recreate it with no luck.
"That's it, love," Seokjin purrs. His eyes are blown wide with desire and focused entirely on where his fingers disappear into you. "You take my fingers so good, sweetheart, like you were made just for me." A whimper escapes and you roll your hips slightly so he hits deeper inside. He grins and quickens his pace, knowing all too well what your body wants at this point. His thumb comes up to rub circles into your clit, gentle but firm; your back arches and your vision goes white with the force of the orgasm that's torn from you, and when you open your eyes, Seokjin is glowing. Literally, because you found out after the first time he made you come that that's a thing that happens to him.
"Please, love. I want you inside." Seokjin chuckles a little at your words, and if you had the energy, you'd kick him, but your legs don't work very well on a good day, so it's unlikely.
"Always so impatient," He tuts, though he does slide his fingers out of you and into his mouth. He moans at the taste of you, and your pussy clenches around nothing, because it's absolute sin to hear, and you wonder idly if maybe those Christians were on to something when they started talking about things being so good it's unholy.
Seokjin grabs your attention with a soft nip to your calf, accustomed to the way your mind wanders. He smiles at you, soft and private and beautiful, and lifts your hips with one hand. He slides a pillow underneath you and stifles a laugh at the way you wiggle into comfort as he settles your legs on either side of his hips.
“Don’t laugh at me,” You huff. Seokjin doesn't respond, but you can see him trying not to smile as he pumps his cock lazily with one hand. "It's not very polite to laugh at your wife. In fact, it's considered fairly rude."
"Oh, is it?" He teases as he leans down to brush his lips against yours. The contact is brief but has your heart jumping in your throat nevertheless.
"Yes," You reply, "It is. You should be nicer to m- fuck, Seokjin." He grins against your lips at your reaction, stilling as he bottoms out inside you. The stretch is perfect, would hurt if it didn't feel so good, and he knows it.
"What was that?" He asks. He nips at your lips when you whine. He drags his cock out, slow and delicious as you tighten around him, before sliding himself just as slowly back in. You'd be embarrassed about the moan that escapes you if you could focus on anything that isn't the way he feels inside you.
From the first time he slid inside, there's always been something so right about the feeling. He fills every part of you, thick and long and harder than the bronze you work with every day. You've never been to the underworld, but you imagine this is what the Isles of the Blessed are like for the mortals, because it's rapturous.
He thrusts gently in the beginning, always, careful to be sure he isn't too rough with your hip. He doesn't stop kissing you, plump lips moving sinuously against your own and breathing in every little moan and whine you make as he moves. He's so slow, so considerate, lets you set the pace each time, and right now? Right now, this is good. The slow, sensual strokes that you can feel against your walls, the steady press of him against your g-spot with every thrust, the warmth of his hand traveling from your thigh up your torso to tweak your nipple as he moves to glide a thumb over your jaw and then retrace his path back down. This is exactly what you want: the two of you moving together, slow and soft and perfect.
You have plenty of time to try some wild new position later, after all.
Your stomach lurches at the thought, heat pooling between your thighs as the band in your tummy steadily stretches. He doesn't change his pace at all, just adds a bit more force as he thrusts inside, and the added force against that spot inside has you seeing stars. Your moans are echoing and loud and with each one, Seokjin's glow just gets brighter and brighter. His hand wanders between your legs, rubbing small circles into your clit in time with his thrusts.
"Show me, love," He mutters in your ear. "Love you so much, show me how it makes you feel. Let go for me." You whimper, blunt nails digging into the skin of his back. He doesn't stop, whispers exactly what he wants to see you do, but it's the way he says your name - quiet and reverent, like you may disappear if he's too loud - that finally has the cord snapping.
It must be too much, because you come to after a few minutes - maybe, time is so strange as a goddess - to find Seokjin rubbing soothing circles into your hips and pressing gentle kisses along the column of your throat. Your pussy contracts around him, and you whimper when you realize he's still hard inside you.
"You didn't…?" You mutter, finding more words are too much work right now.
"No, I don't need to," He assures you. He starts to pull out, but you manage to get a hand on his shoulder.
"Want to," You mumble. Talking is hard, but you manage. "Want to feel you. Inside. Fuck. Please." He asks you if you're sure and you nod, and that's when he kisses you, soft and sweet and completely at odds with his next words.
"Gonna fuck you so good, my little blacksmith," He groans as he begins thrusting once more. He's faster now, hips snapping roughly against yours as he chases his high. "Can't wait to fill you up, wanna see you so full of my cum, want you to swell with it." He grins as you moan, tightening around him as another orgasm approaches. "You like that, love? You want me to fuck you full of my cum? Fill you up so good that it spills out of you for days?" He hisses a curse under his breath as you buck. Your free hand moves downward, rubbing at your clit gently. It's just the right edge of overstimulation, and it sends you off the edge once more, clenching around him. His hips stutter, and the feeling of you milking his cock sends him past the brink as well, and then he's painting your walls with cum.
Later, after he's fucked his cum into you three more times and then eaten it out, he watches you draw a lazy sketch on the little bit of paper that you can reach.
"It looks good," He says softly. You hum, wrinkling your nose.
"I'm worried it's too...understated, I guess."
"No, I think it's perfect for her," Seokjin assures you. "Very Hera. Though, you should put in a secret compartment here, so she can stash her sex toys somewhere he won't look."
"What? No! I'm not building a secret sex toy stash in my mother's throne!"
"Fine." He's quiet for a few more minutes as you sketch. "I'll just get the cyclopes to do it."
#bts fanfiction#jin fanfiction#jin x reader#jin smut#jin fluff#bts fanfic#jin fanfic#seokjin fanfic#bts smut#bts fluff#reader insert#kpop fanfiction#greek god bts#olympian bts#aphrodite jin#aphrodite seokjin#greek god jin#olympian jin#greek god reader#olympian reader#hephaestus reader#series: monsters and gods#ddaenggtan
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SHINee 5- Demigods
A/N This is a Percy Jackson and the Olympians AU, I got a request but accidentally deleted it so I’m sorry anon! But here you go!
A new group of Demigods sent on a quest to defeat the new terror threatening the world. Death itself. Can the five boys save the world? Will their contrasting personalities stop them fromdefeating death? Will they overcome diversity and jealousy? Probably, everyone can only hope for the best at this point.
Lee Jinki- Son of Athena
The boy with a plan
Has been at camp since he was 13
He was the ideal Athena kid; well rounded, thoughtful, brave, a leader
He was the head of the cabin
He loved capture the flag and leading the team sometimes.
Chosen to lead becuase the quest called for it
Didn’t want to
But he was a senior camper so basically he had to.
Good with a sword but prefers calling the shots and watching to help plan the next move.
Really helpful on the quest
Made sure everyone packed the important stuff.
“No, Taemin, that is too much clothing....”
Has always been close with Taemin and Jonghyun
Doesn’t think Minho likes him?
Died for a bit on the quest and the others had to like, save him
Death was like: Bish you’re mine
He didn’t enjoy being a ghost
Once he was saved, he got really serious about the threat and decided that they needed to end it sooner rather than later.
Led his quest members to victory, destroying death despite his constant bickering with Minho and his annoyance with Kibum.
When his mom asked if he wanted anything in return he asked for a hug
This cute bean just wanted his mom’s love and acceptance
She told him that she was proud
He almost passed out
After they got back, he claims to be able to see dead people now.
“It must just a side effect of being dead for two days”
Kim Jonghyun- Son of Apollo
Best singer at camp
He got it trademarked.
Lives in the amphitheater
Always seen singing, playing music, or shooting archery
Led camp singalongs.
Been at camp since he was 12
Weary about questing
becuase the prophecy sounded like it wanted a hunter of Artemis to go on the quest
But the camp couldn’t get in contact with the hunters
They tried for like, 3 days but they were going to run out of time.
Decided to send him instead becuase he had the Apollo genes, he could heal people, and he was the one volunteered by his siblings.
Pissed
Went on the quest anyways becuase His boyfriend and his bestfriend were going
At least he could try make sure they were okay then, right?
Became the leader when Jinki went MIA
Bartered with the gatekeeper of Hades to get Jinki back.
He traded his voice so he could go get Jinki
Big sacrifice especially for someone who sang all the time.
But they needed Jinki to lead them to save the world.
Now he understands who the oracle talked about when she said the voiceless one
It was a struggle to communicate in battle without a voice
He did get his voice gifted back to him by his father after they saved everyone.
He cried
“Thanks pops”
Kim Kibum- Son of Hermes
The master to all trades
Nicknamed ‘Key’ becuase he could pick any lock or break into anything
Most people are surprised he isn’t an Aphrodite kid, but like, His mom is basically a human embodiment of her anyways
Miltiligual, and he has a knack for knowing exactly where he is and where he needs to be heading at any time
Been at camp since he was 14
Proud of who his father is, despite having so many siblings.
“I’m not an extra kid, I’m his favorite”
Fights with Minho about it all the time
Sends Jonghyun after him.
Bc Jonghyun can be a scary guy when it comes to his boyfriend getting hurt
Exctied to go on a quest
Time to prove he is the best Hermes kid
Volunteered himself to be a navigator
Cried a lot becuase of Jinki and also becuase of Jonghyun’s voice.
“I could’ve traded my gucci instead”
He was in charge of getting them shelter after a rouge monster set their tents and other supplies on fire.
“MY GUCCI BURNED”
Lowkey stole them all new clothes
Said he bought them
Really helpful in battle too
Like he just zips around with his two swords having the other’s backs and stuff
Good team player.
Snapchated Hermes sayings that he was his favorite child and sent it to all of his siblings.
Choi Minho- Son of Ares
Basically the most intimidating guy at camp.
If looks could kill
Stereotyped as a player, but he has only ever dated one guy? (Taemin)
To be fair he thought Tae was a chick for his first month at camp
Really good with most weapons
But extremely lethal with a spear
Named his spear Brittany (T:Why? M: Like Brittany Spears?)
Leads a lot of training and fighting classes to younger campers
Has been there since he was 12.
He was HYPED to hear there would be a quest and that they were in need of a child of war
“Where do I sign up?”
Threatened to fight any of his siblings for the spot, but it was his right as the cabin head.
He got mad when they chose Taemin for the quest.
Scared for him
Also kinda glad that Taemin was going though?
Bc he doesn’t think the rest like him too much. Like Jinki needs to mellow out about Athena being superior to Ares, Key is annoying, and Jonghyun is dating Key so they can’t be friends by default.
Got V upset and jealous that Taemin and Jinki were getting close though the quest
But he also started to warm up with Jjong and Key too.
Saved everyone at least once on the battlefield.
He knows what he is doing man.
Don’t question his fighting.
Cried when Taemin got hurt near the end of the battle.
Wont admit he did though.
Once everything was okay again, he asked his dad for new specially made sheild replica of his
Showed off once they got back to camp.
Lee Taemin- Son of Aphrodite
Not your typical Aphrodite kid?
Like he loves the whold lets look really cute and dress up and stuff.
He changes his hair color around a lot
And he loves clothes and earrings are his favorite
But he also isn’t afraid to fight and be a proper demigod.
Gets really pissed becuase his nickname is Pretty Boy around camp.
When he first got to camp as an 11 year old, his older siblings would dress him up as a girl, and that lasted for like 2 years
He fell for Minho hard as soon as he got to camp (even if Minho thought he was a chick)
Really good at archery too and he helps Jjong teach a few classes
He also has scary good charmspeak abilities so he gets whatever he wants if he uses it
But he doesn’t use it unless he really needs to.
He didn’t want to go on the quest
But they needed a ‘Son of Love’ for it
Lucky Lucky, they chose Taemin becuase they know he isn’t afraid to fight
He was used a lot on the quest to get them places and to trick whoever got in their way.
He was doing great.
He got along with everyone in the quest. He had his boyfriend, someone to gossip with, someone to sing with, and his new found friend Jinki.
They had beaten every obstacle apart from the battle itself
He is really bad at close combat
And the only weapon they had left for him was a dagger
He tried to charmspeak the monsters and get them to kill themselves
But then one got him from behind.
After the battle, he had a close call to death and almost died
Jonghyun saved him
He was really scared for a while becuase of the whole almost dying thing
When they got to olympus, his mom fawned over him
“You’re like a doll! My beautiful Son!”
She granted him a wish
He asked for a happy future with Minho for as long as they are alive.
He kept that a secret from Minho though.
A/N- I LOVE PERCY JACKSON OKAY? It was my life all of middle school and part of highschool. I hope I did botht the books, Rick Riordan, and SHINee justice in this!!
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
#Shinee#shinee 5#shinee au#shinee percy jackson au#shinee greek gods#shinee demigod au#percy jackson#pjo#pjo au#shinee scenarios#shinee as#aphrodite#ares#hermes#athena#apollo#jinki#onew#lee jinki#kim jonghyun#jonghyun#key#shinee key#kim kibum#taemin#minho#choi minho#lee taemin#2min#ontae
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post pecking pool party
part of advanced PLACEMENT: an ars PARADOXICA high school au about a gang of queer teen nerds, by @estherroberts , @podcastmecaptain, and @lizzieraindrops
all three of the aformentioned dorks are equally responsible for the hijinks found in this post.
click here for the au masterpost | track #ars placement for updates!
june obviously has a pool
jack notices it through a window and immediately goes to tell everyone
much to june’s chagrin
“is it heated”
“if it isn’t will it keep you people OUT- aaand they’re already gone”
“fuck”
none of them have suits and honestly most people wouldn’t fit in june’s anyway because she is built like an amazon and towers over them
they swim in their clothes or their underwear depending their level of comfort
helen’s somehow already floating around in an inflatable mermaid clamshell with a pearl pillow
she’s a queen, literally, venus,
it’s way too much for everyone, sally is compelled to get on her knees. she then falls into the pool
anthony cries
honestly he would be crying even if he wasn’t drunk
june and anthony have a moment staring dumbstruck at helen and sigh in unison
they’re kind of disgusted that they’re doing it in synchrony but helen just has that effect on everyone
“can you believe she’s dating us” anthony asks, not taking his eyes off of helen
“no” june replies, her gaze locked in the same direction
june trips anthony into the pool and blows a kiss to her girlfriend, who catches it magnanimously
jack drops his phone in
deliberately
it seemed funny at the time
two minutes later he whispers “oh, fuck” to himself and dives in after it
he keeps dropping it and eventually just whispers “bye”
they play chicken
sally rides on anthony’s shoulders
esther rides on jack’s
but they’re not athletes. they’re nerds.
esther and sally sort of swat at each other but they can’t really grapple properly
and anthony and jack are both drunk and tired so
both topple over very quickly indeed
june and quentin claim the hot tub away from all the nerds
anthony recruits jack and together they bring a bucket of cold water to dump it on them
they are forced to rejoin the masses
june gets revenge by dunking both of them
esther likes to sit on the bottom of the pool with her hair floating around her and sally waves to her every time she passes by
there’s an impromptu singing
“unDA DA SEA”
“UNDA DA SEA”
“DARLING ITS BETTER DOWN WHERE ITS WETTER TAKE IT FROM ME”
“WE GET IT YOU’RE GAY”
“…”
“…”
“OH MY FUCKING GO D”
lots more under the read more!
helen actually does a drunk rendition of how far i’ll go and she temporarily is an actual siren
she breaks the spell by giggling and making a bunch of dolphin noises
sally cannonballs and splashes everyone
penny is just like, doing laps
she asks jack to race her but he can only doggie paddle
esther hands him a kick board as a joke and he actually uses it
he still loses the race
tho he uses it the rest of the night so he doesn’t drown
bridget dangles her feet in until esther gets ahold of her ankles
they take turns carrying each other bridal style all around the pool after that
quentin hums the jaws theme and everyone is uncomfortable
esther, jack, and june act as a panel of esteemed judges to a diving contest
anthony belly flops
sally just does another cannonball
penny’s is decent? but
even drunk, helen’s swan dive is better than anyone’s and she wins by a landslide
bridget squirts jets of water at everyone
it starts a huge nine way war
there are some alliances
some unusual alliances
bridget and quentin team up and have a battle against sally and penny, for example
jack retrieves the bucket
esther shakes her hair like a dog and splatters everyone
but everyone gets betrayed eventually and they’re all soaked anyway
who isn’t
it’s a pool
it ends when helen bounces on top of her clamshell and it sends out a fucking tidal wave
no survivors
sally and jack team up and somehow steal anthony’s shorts
sally to jack: “i don’t generally go for taking off people’s pants but what if we just. fuckin. stole anthony’s shorts”
they don’t remember what they did with them but they are Lost To The Sands Of Time
anthony is nonplussed by these events
anthony swims under the clam thing and starts drunkenly pushing it around the pool
he’s giggling
sally steps on that moving pool vacuum thing and screams like a white girl in a horror movie
the neighbors yell at them and june sneaks toward them with a hose
everyone frantically shakes their head and the cops are, not called
quentin sighs happily bc that’s his girl
sally gets cold first because she is Tiny
june is asked to get towels for everyone bc no one thought this through
she almost tosses all of the towels into the pool but helen catches her
esther and jack huddle together like tiny penguins and she rests her head on his shoulder
the girlfriend gang is all flopped on each other
quentin has his head on penny’s stomach, looking up at the sky
she’s holding jack’s free hand
anthony has his arms wrapped around sally
they eventually morph into one big cuddle pile
once they go inside, june doles out as many large shirts/pjs that she has
sally and esther are literally swimming in all options, help them, they are smol
Tiny
everyone has something to change into, and then they raid her house for blankets and pillows and pile back into the living room
they make a pillow fort that’s more like A CASTLE bc they have so many scientists trying to physics the bedding
“i’m a fucking engineer you gotta put THE DAMN COUCH CUSHIONS AT AN ANGLE OF-”
sally has twinkle lights and strings them up
“where the FUC did those come from” “my bag” “WHAT”
she has an electronics kit in her bag at all times and the lights are kind of part of it so she always has them on hand
she also pulls out a rotting potato battery and runs out to chuck it over the neighbors’ fence
jack: so, uh, what’s the sleeping arrangement here?
june: the FLOOR
jack: no i mean like so many of you are like dating each other how do you decide who cuddles who
sally: heLLO
sally: we ALL cuddle each other, we were JUST doing that like 20 minutes ago?
everyone: yeah she’s right
quentin has the genius idea to bring in a space heater and put it on low
they are so cozy
ultimate cozy
heads drop to shoulders and laps
everyone falls asleep on each other
someone wakes everyone up crunching popcorn and everyone swears but they have no idea who it was in the morning
esther insists it was the tiiiIIIimMMmmE ghosts
she tries to tell a ghost story about popcorn but she’s so tired and it’s so bad and she falls asleep in the middle of it
everyone else was already asleep again by that point
“partridge!” sally hisses at about 4 in the morning
“grissom? what in sweet jesus’ tits, go, to, sleep,”
“i can’t sleep”
“mmmph.” anthony rolls onto his back, and then rolls to face her
“what’s gonna help with that?”
“i don’t know, how do you feel about reciting the entire periodic table of the elements? that’d be soothing”
he chortles “not on your life”
in the dim light he can see her roll her eyes “fine”
“come here”
she curls closer to him and rests her head on his chest
“better?”
“mmmhmm”
#ars placement#ars paradoxica#sally grissom#esther roberts#anthony partridge#i loved writing this#it made me happy#helen partridge#june barlowe#jack wyatt#bridget chambers#quentin barlowe#penny wise#estherroberts#lizzieraindrops#high school au#modern au
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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS. repost, do not reblog!
ft. GINNY WEASLEY
APHRODITE / LOVE.
laughter-loving , sweet smiles , dressed in silk and satin , flower in their hair , sees the world as a runway , unapologetically sexual , the sea washing their ankles , in love with love , stirrer of passion , cunning concealed by painted lips , secret daggers , doves ,revolution in their kiss , delighting in the waves , flirtatious winks , strolling along the beach , staring wistfully from a balcony , this is how to be a heartbreaker , wants to be adored , gets turned on by danger
APOLLO / SUN.
glitz and glamour , art galleries , turning the volume up , being made of gold , neatly-organized music sheets , notebooks filled with poetry , bathing in the sunlight , the powerful urge to create , collecting vinyl records , beautiful cover of wonderwall , playing multiple instruments , tasting like sunshine , healing touch , speaking in prophecies ,smile mingled with wrath , shunning lies , sporting shades , hanging out at music festivals with their friends , sleeps naked , arrow to the heart , paint brushes , probably has a Tinder account
ARES / WAR.
armed for battle , wants to raise a dog with their significant other , soft spot for children , gives piggyback rides , scarred body , blood on their hands and face , willing to fight the world for the ones they love , fights against injustice , warm hugs , well-worn combat boots , boxing gloves , bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles , fist raised in protest , ignites revolutions , fear is a prison , more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think , exhausted , damaged goods , force to be reckoned with , red roses , curses under their breath
ARTEMIS / WILDERNESS.
keen sense of a hunter , freckles like constellations on their skin , piercing eyes , disheveled braid , moonlight peeking through the shadows , the calm of the forest at night , lying on the grass and staring at the stars , mother doe and her fawn , protecting their kin , the moon shimmering on a still lake , quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree , running with wolves , bonding while circled around a campfire , not being much of a people person , arrow hitting a target , popping egos , patience on 3% , touches heaven and returns howling
ATHENA / WISDOM.
discerning gaze , unreadable face , quiet museums , owl perched on their finger , armor that intimidates , eye for architecture , plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses , studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid , big fan of logic , loves brain teasers , ancient buildings , sweaters in neutrals and cool colors , hair done up , can kill you with their brain , heads to the library often to research , sharpened pencils , abs that can cut steel , stoic statues , pottery classes
DEMETER / HARVEST.
soil-covered hands , smile that can bloom flowers , skin loved by the sun , being the mom-friend , can lift you and your friends , flowers kept in the pockets of overalls , takes pride in their beautiful garden , speaks to their plants , leaves rustling in the wind , stalks of wheat , picking fruit , greenhouses , heart as strong as a mountain , values simplicity , daisies dotted across a collarbone , curls crowned with flowers , folded pile of sweaters in warm hues , pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air
DIONYSUS / MADNESS.
drunk shitposter , on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second , seductive smirks , untamed curls , rich fabrics on dark skin , sleek-furred panthers , theater masks , stage productions , receiving a standing ovation , rose caught between their teeth , being the baby of the bunch , wild parties that last from sundown to sunup , creeping vines , inspiring loyalty , grand opera houses , masquerade balls , rolls of film , shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor , pouring champagne into flutes , lives for the applause
HEPHAESTUS / CRAFTSMANSHIP.
the calloused hands of someone who knows labor , sweaty brow , flame burning in their eyes , inventive mind , broad shoulders , steampunk goggles , nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes , ashes , striking a match , blueprints for future projects , fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades , wrestles with bitterness , work boots have seen better years , wrinkled plaid shirts , iron melted in blazing fire , huge jackets , crafting masterpieces , greased-stained overalls , fascination with robotics , pain is fuel , stack of weaponry , even their muscles have muscles
HERA / MARRIAGE.
resting bitch face , dressed to the nines , cows grazing on a pasture , cool rain , loving and hating fiercely , hand clutching a string of pearls , large chandelier with glittering crystals , plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims , romance to realism , pictures of the sky while flying on a plane , files that under fuck it , downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix , like their selfie or you’re grounded ,knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man , dark eyes that penetrate your soul , marble and gold
HERMES / MESSENGER.
devil-may-care smile , always up-to-date on the latest technology , will steal your french fries , does it for the vine , shitposter , puts googly eyes on everything , meme hoarder , long drives on the highway , ma and pop diners , spontaneous road trips , folded maps , fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop , shooting hoops on the basketball court , chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations , goes jogging in the morning , mixes redbull with coffee , menace on april fool’s , hoodies and sneakers
POSEIDON / SEA.
storm with skin , colorful coral reefs , waves crashing against the shore , stroking the soft fur of a cat , their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop , tousled locks , clothes smeared with paint , owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more , leather jackets , fondness for diy projects , handwriting that flows across the page , nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin , velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams ,mood as ever-changing as the sea , the roar of a motorcycle , compass with a spinning arrow
ZEUS / SKY.
thunder in their heart , running on coffee , flash of lightning , natural charisma , eloquence , badass in a nice suit , aficionado of history , force of nature , lenny face ,nightmare-filled nights , proud arm around their lover’s waist , high-rise buildings , planes soaring through a cloudless sky , technician on the piano , maintains order , strong handshake , juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease , expensive watch
tagged by : stoleeeen
tagging : y’all.
#( the witch ) . ╳ . ╚ i have a heart that bites back ╗#( hc ) . ╳ . ╚ that was a bit stupid of you ╗#( cries bc so much ares // war )#( her and my james s. potter are so alike i can't )#( but also ouch. )
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headcanon dump; alex tanning
someone in camp saying they snuck in smarties and alex getting all happy, but then they pull out the american smarties and he cries, bc those are rockets, and alex just wanted some chocolate
i can just imagine the shocked faces going around camp when alex first uses the word cunt in a way that american’s don’t
anyone who dates alex or lives with alex as like a flatmate better be ready for rugby season… bc boy does he get loud when it comes to his teams
alex will never let anyone know this, but he…. never got his pen license, but he still uses pen
honestly, the first time someone in america told alex that onion dip was made with sour cream, it blew his mind and he was curious as to if it tasted as good
while he isn’t afraid to show his softer side, and admit that he does indeed have one. he is also at the same time, afraid to do so, due to the stereotyping of his cabin. he can be just as angry and easily ready to fight, but he also has this huge soft side that he got from his mother.
has alex said ‘fuck off’ and cursed at the apollo kids for telling him to rest? you bet. he may be one of the softer children of ares, but telling him he can’t fight or train bc of his injury, upsets him to no ends
alex is a huge rugby fan. it is something i am totally keeping from when i first made him.
the world cup is like the one thing he can sit down and watch and not get distracted
alex has always been openly gay
he is a summer camper
now ft his crush on the son of hades:
a crush on nico at the battle of the laybrinth? more likely then you think.
him not acting anywhere on it due to him hearing what era he is from and being rejected is a huge fear of alex’s? totally
alex kicking himself when he see’s nico & will bc he should have just… talked to nico but ultimately is happy for him
alex uh… didn’t go home for a good six months after the battle of manhattan. scared of what his mother would think of him now with his injury. despite her having accepted everything about him so far and her undying love for her son.
alex, much like all of his siblings, wants his father to notice him. but, he is also one of the softer children of ares. he has a BIG heart, and he feels like this is part of the reason why he won;t be noticed in his father’s eyes. because alex also takes pride in it. because his mother, is a tough girl, while also being extremely soft, which is where he got it from
alex not liking when he trains with some of the apollo kids after the war bc they’ll tell him to not put too much pressure, or will stop completely when they see him putting too much and is in pain, but bc he is a stubborn shit, won’t say anything so they make him stop, you bet!
alex still uses most kiwi slang, and sometimes it will confuse those who haven’t gotten close to him
alex can sing, and for a while before he was claimed, people thought that he might be a child of apollo. but then, he whipped out his anger and beat a group of ten demigods on his own, and that is when ares claimed him.
your local son of ares had a crush on the local son of hades. but never acted on it bc boy does alex have a huge issue with rejection.
#a war in his bones and a big heart ( alex canons )#long post tw#we're standing on the edge of queue
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wonder woman (2017), pokemon the first movie, and the ring :)
wonder woman:
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
MAAAAAAN this movie was amazing…i absolutely love how they portrayed diana’s moral code and how staunchly she stands by it no matter what?? and shes so CUTE and STRONG AND DETERMINED TO PROTECT THESE HUMANS i have such love for her as a character like i really truly adore her when i was sort of ???? on wonder woman beforehand. i’d say the ending takes away from it a little bit, i think they had so much potential to say something profound about humanity and war if ares was just like. hey i’m always gonna be here because i’m part of humanity and having her cope with that instead of…HEY…WE BEAT HIM…LETS ALL HUG…NO MORE WAR…etc but overall just SO GOOD
pokemon:
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
lowkey a favorite of mine…i watched this OBSESSIVELY as a kid as i did a lot of the pokemon movies. weirdly enough ash always kind of irritated me for some reason so i never really got too sad when he “died” (like bro. what’d you think was gonna happen) but the sCENE??? WHERE TEHYRE ALL FIGHTING THEIR CLONES??? AND THE TWO MEOWTHS AND STUFF LIKE AAAAAAA I LOVE THIS CORNY MESS OF A MOVIE I LOVE IT
the ring
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
its funny because i really like and respect the ring as a piece of horror and love the plot and premise so much but i’m a fucking coward and i can’t rewatch it because i’m too SCARED one time i rewatched like half a minute of the cursed tape footage and then stopped and almost cried bc first of all that shit????? that’s SCARY thats my BRAND of scary but also stuff that would be like “and now YOU WILL DIE TOO FOR HEARING THIS” always struck me SO HARD
…good movie. would not watch again unless under duress. i’d probably enjoy it again but I’M A BABY
#they speak#me: reblogs a rating meme#me: can't assign values to literally anything bc i'm way too indecisive#redstringraven
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WHO HOGS THE DUVET: aphrodite is ares’ blanket, so he definitely hogs it LMAO.
WHO TEXTS/RINGS TO CHECK HOW THEIR DAY IS GOING: BOI these two are checking up on each other every couple of hours, they can’t get enough of one another.
WHO’S THE MOST CREATIVE WHEN IT COMES TO GIFTS: ares has about as much creativity as a rock, so aphrodite definitely comes up with more creative things. ares’ gifts are always nice, but not anything super unexpected.
WHO GETS UP FIRST IN THE MORNING: ares is used to getting up pretty early, being in the army and stuff. but i’d think they would get up together, unless one of them is making breakfast for the other.
WHO SUGGESTS NEW THINGS IN BED: these two are on the same page, so it’d be a fairly even split down the middle, i think.
WHO CRIES AT MOVIES: APHRODITE all the damn time, oh my god, and she’ll just curl up into ares and he’s like ‘i know, babe, i know’
WHO GIVES UNPROMPTED MASSAGES: ares gets so tense, and dite knows how to make him unwind ;)
WHO FUSSES OVER THE OTHER WHEN THEY’RE SICK: aphrodite is such a mom, so she’ll fuss over anyone, but i’d like to think that ares goes full panic when aphrodite is sick and just. ten cans of soup, three boxes of nyquil, and a 24-pack of tissues.
WHO GETS JEALOUS EASIEST: aREESSSS, holy shit. this guy has been waiting for her forever, and literally hates hephaestus so much. he wants her so bad. he’s super jealous, always
WHO HAS THE MOST EMBARRASSING TASTE IN MUSIC: i don’t think either of them would? it’d be pretty expected, i think
WHO TAKES THE LONGEST TO GET READY: i mean, is there any doubt about this one? ares showers and he’s good to go. aphrodite takes longer just picking out shoes, sometimes
WHO IS THE MOST TIDY AND ORGANISED: meeehhh, they’re probably both pretty clean. ares has that army side of him, super minimalist and tidy. and aphrodite’s super clean, probably!
WHO GETS MOST EXCITED ABOUT THE HOLIDAYS: dITE, AWWWWW
WHO IS THE BIG SPOON/LITTLE SPOON: ares: big spoon, dite: also a big spoon
WHO GETS MOST COMPETITIVE WHEN PLAYING GAMES AND/OR SPORTS: ARES holy shit, is anyone surprised tho
WHO STARTS THE MOST ARGUMENTS: i feel like ares is usually pretty quick to apologize with dite, which is odd for him. he hates fighting with her.
WHO SUGGESTS THAT THEY BUY A PET: mutual decision. they see a rlly cute puppy, turn to each other, and in unison say ‘i want one’
WHAT COUPLE TRADITIONS THEY HAVE: probably like, spending a week in bed when ares comes back from war, or making each other breakfast once a week
WHAT TV SHOWS THEY WATCH TOGETHER: do u think aphrodite drags ares into watching shows like say yes to the dress and the bachelor, but then he gets super into them
WHAT OTHER COUPLE THEY HANG OUT WITH: DIONYSUS/ARIADNE
HOW THEY SPEND TIME TOGETHER AS A COUPLE: literally anything. cooking together, watching movies, at the beach, sex, you name it!
WHO MADE THE FIRST MOVE: ares bc he loves her sm and then.......... and then
WHO BRINGS FLOWERS HOME: aWWWW ARES BRINGING DITE FLOWERS EVERY TIME HE’S AWAY FROM HOME FOR A WHILE
WHO IS THE BEST COOK: hmm, i think they’re both pretty decent at it!
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