#DT: girl i have no way to say this kindly other than you fucked up big time on that

[turtle-ly]

Catra: at least i have dt

DT: ...ooops

#she ra #catra #spop #spop catra #catradora #DT: girl i have no way to say this kindly other than you fucked up big time on that #my footprints #my she ra stuff #i have more in this tag

[justaboot]

fine okay HBO human DT would be like

(tw blood, gore, drugs, suicide mention)

Beakley's husband was killed by their daughter, who was a FOWL big bad. Beakley loved her more than anything but, in the end, they couldn't stop her, and she locked her in an uncrackable limbo pocket dimension, took newborn Webby, and told everyone she was dead. Every night, she doesn't think about how she's still in there, alive and rotting. (I hc this regardless)

Gladstone signed away his soul for glitz, luck, and luxury when he was young. He rains gifts and affection down on the kids, decked in the best money can buy and bored by all of it, surrounded by designer drugs and sex and fancy friends and desperately lonely when he's not with the fam.

Pre-series, the boys' father was a traitor who sold them out, nearly to Donald and Scrooge's death. Della goes alone to a standoff in an abandoned plane hangar, fucks him good one last time to get close before beating his head in with a socket wrench.

Goldie told her how.

The kids figure out Gyro's fallen into a brutally accelerating addiction to a stimulant chem of his own design, bc its producing incredible results. Scrooge has been looking the other way. Because results.

Actual Scary Girl Webby in a real way. She wants answers, and has no understanding of taboos. Stares at her first dead body way too long. Asks della too many questions about self-amputation, what it smelled like, if she could feel the difference between muscles and tendons when cutting. Did the ligaments snap back? did the bone splinter? did you see marrow? She just wants to know. The next day she asks bentina if they can get a whole pig to pit-roast and if she can be the one to carve it. Watched Scrooge and Goldie from the vent in his bedroom, looked too long at the line of Goldie's back as she moved and thought about it all night.

We see Beakley actually homeschool them. They have a library thats the school room, and Huey and Webby practice cello in Webby's room. They test themselves on new languages they're learning together by talking through music theory in them while playing.

Huey made Della a teak shower bench. Not HBOcore but its true and you should know it. It replaced the chrome one, and on bad nights, she hands out in there in the steam at 4 in the morning bc the room is bright and warm and the fan is loud and beakley'll be up in an hour which means the house wont be Still and Quiet.

Louie actually gets caught up in the underground crime scene. He slowly builds confidence gets too cocky, and gets in deeper and deeper shit until it goes south. Fast. His tricks dont work, because hes TEN, and Goldie has to pull him out of a human trafficking ring. He doesn't think to ask what she was doing there until much later, and she's already gone.

We see Donald's therapy sessions. He loves the boys more than anything or anyone in the world. He tells his therapist that he hates his sister for what she did to his future. His therapist asks if he hates the children, too, and Donald hesitates. He loves the boys.

Magica has Scrooge for weeks during the Shadow War. Plays out all his failures in shadow puppets on the wall for him. The spear, his parents, his sisters, goldie, everything. she was there in the dime for the whole ten years he was alone, and she plays out all the ugliest things he said and did. Shapeshifts through all the friends he's lost to taunt him, spitting words as young Donald. She shifts into Della, asking in her voice why he'd do that, telling him how painful it was, how it feels to freeze to death, what human lungs sound like when there's no oxygen to breathe. You'd think they'd be quieter, but there's a wet crackle that sounds like a sponge. She tells him how he was going to kill the boys, too, because he's too selfish, but it's not a problem now, because they've left again. They're safe now. But she says it all so kindly. He's exhausted and hes starving and hes half out of his mind, so when he asks what she wants from him and she puts a knife in his hands and tells him to end it, he does. Until the knife turns to smoke, he's unharmed, and it's not della but Magica who's laughing at him. Lena sees the whole thing, and later on, when the kids find out, Scrooge omits details, and the kids laugh at how Magica would ever think Scrooge would go through with it, just give up. He'd never give up. Lena doesn't say anything, and Scrooge doesn't look at her, and he has to cope with believing that'll be the last time he'll ever hear della's voice.

Lena Comes Back WrongTM

anyway you get it. everyone has a really rough duality. feel free to add.

(this post got too long, ask me later about the boys' birth and scrooge's secret s1 curse)

#animation studios if you see this in 5 years when I’m applying I’m not weird please still hire me #HBOTales #yeah I'll make that a tag #ducktales #dt17 #tw gore #tw drugs #tw body horror #tw suicide #tw self harm #I deleted several things bc i want to be able to look you guys in the metaphorical eyes again at some point #wait I’m kind of cracking up at the idea of Lena watching all of that play out she has NO idea who that is or what happened #she’s like…I don’t even go here…

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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT AU), pt. 9*

09: Double trouble

Summary: Y/N finally learns the truth.

Warnings: angst, death, violence, SMUT (unprotected sex, always use condoms kids!!), swearing??

Word count: 7100

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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST    

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Y/N wasted no time, running forward and into the open arms of her mother as the twins tried to pick up their jaws of the floor. They watched their love embrace her dead mother, both women crying, inconsolable.

"What just happened?" Apollo's voice cracked, his shock evidently on display as he too fought to remain sane with the image before him playing games with his head. It felt like his brain stuttered, unable to contemplate the sight.

"Hecate." Hermes' jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing and his eyebrows furrowing. His forehead wrinkled, a single line foiling his smooth skin across the middle, another forming between his eyebrows - anger, frustration, and the slightest bit of fear taking over him.

"This is a cruel trick. One I have no doubt she created to break Y/N. Once broken, she'll have free reign." His lips set in a thin line, feeling his brother's hand brush his own.

"She feeds off her emotions. Whenever the emotion is too great, Hecate takes over." Apollo realizes, eyes widening when his girl detaches from her mother and turns to face them.

She's completely flushed in the face, her eyes brimming with overflowing tears, red as well. She crinkles her nose, brushing the back of her hand under it to gather the tears that stained her face, her lips parted enough for her front teeth to be seen.

"Guys, this is my mum." She giggles, still attached to her mother's hip and ecstatic like a child. Almost like she doesn't realize the insanity of the situation.

"As in your late mother?" Apollo says carefully, trying to be considerate, but he can't let her be oblivious to what is happening. A part of him is screaming to take her in his arms and whisk her away because the dead never return as they were - there is always a catch. And considering Hecate is the one who made it happen, he's sure the catch is much more dangerous than it usually is. The other part of him wants to tell her all of that, admit to his heritage, his love, the entire truth and just hope she'll still have him.

But how can he?

How can he dim the light in her eyes, despite the tears that cloud them? How can he take away what may very well be her last chance to say goodbye? How can he be the one to break her heart?

"I, uh..." The smile on her face falls, her eyes flickering to her mother who looks at her in confusion, like she had no clue what they're talking about.

"Can I talk to you?" Hermes pipes in, hoping she'll want to speak to him, even if it's just to scream at him.

"Alone, please?" He adds, looking at the way her mother's lips twitched between a smile and a sneer once he asked, feeling something is wrong in the pit of his stomach.

"I'll be right back." She excuses herself, kindly smiling up at her mother and back at Grayson before following Ethan out of the room. The very moment those doors close behind them is the moment his mouth moves.

"Babe, I want this to be all that you think it is, but I can't let you believe this is real." Ethan spoke in rushed, slightly hushed voices, his eyes flickering to the closed door as she dropped her gaze to the floor.

"You see her too, right? I'm not entirely mad, am I?" She whispers, her chest trembling with a heavy, shaky sigh.

Unable to watch her crumble, Ethan quickly pushed her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her frame, overlapping in the middle of her back. He pushed her into him so suddenly that her breath left her, so strongly that she swore her ribs cracked, so lovingly her heart skipped a beat. His chin atop her head as he stared up at the ceiling, thinking how lost he's felt his entire life, and how he finally found himself in her embrace. He always thought he was past saving, long lost in the eternal damnation his life became, but she gave him a chance...she saw him as Ethan, a good guy who she safely tucked herself in and refused to let go. He had to reassure her.

"I do. I see her. But we both know she isn't really here. Not to stay. Not for the right reasons. It's Hecate." Ethan takes a whiff of her hair, slowly unwrapping himself from her.

"You believe Hecate is real too?" She breathes out, happy she's no longer alone in this mess. She has Ethan and possibly even Grayson, both of whom she finds have taken root in her heart.

"I always did." He smiles slightly, watching her press her lips together.

"I'm still pissed about the fire, but I forgive you for it." She taps her hand on his chest lightly, but their moment is cut short once Grayson screams for help.

"GUYS?!"

Y/N was the first one inside, opening the door wide with her eyes darting toward a struggling Grayson and...

"MUM?" Y/N screamed, horrified at the sight. She laid atop of Grayson who was pinned to the floor, inhuman sounds filling the room, mixing with Grayson's grunts. However, the simple call of her daughter reeled the woman back in, her aggressiveness and jaw snapping stopping for a moment, long enough for her to turn to Y/N with her cold, dirty yellow eyes staring at her, so empty and void of life. Her mother's skin was like old crinkled paper and her lips the color of rusted iron. Her jaw, which was open too wide, displayed a set of rotting yellow teeth. The veins were about to burst from her forehead and blood was splattered like red paint all over her face and hands. And her hands, once so soft and loving, were like sticks with their flesh almost falling off.

"Oh, God." Y/N stumbled backwards as Ethan stepped before her, his arms open wide, pushing her behind his body as he glanced at his brother who kept the zombified woman at arms length.

"Grayson, I suggest you go for the head." Ethan said calmly, but his heart felt like it would burst with the speed it took on. While he wasn't frightened of the sight, he was sure as hell afraid his brother and Y/N would never recover from it. He's seen far worse in the Underworld, but they haven't. And this... this was personal.

In moments, Grayson grabbed onto her head and rolled over her, slamming her skull into the floor until her brain splattered on the boards and the body mystically disappeared.

Y/N could hear the cracks, the grunts and the sound of blood and tissue splashing around, crying openly and without reserve. Brick by brick, her walls came tumbling down. The screaming had stopped so very suddenly. One minute her mother was right in her embrace, more alive than Y/N ever thought she could ever be, and the next she was meat on the floor.

Ethan wrapped his arms around her instantly, pulling her up into his chest and into the bed where she could rest. Stealing a glance, she found there was no body on the floor after all. She didn't see any blood, any indication of what happened in the room nor on Grayson, only messing with her head further.

Thanks to Ethan and Grayson...and the magical disappearance of evidence.

Hecate at least granted them that courtesy.

Grayson appeared by her side out of thin air, pushing back her hair to see her face properly. She's got red patches of skin, tears running in every direction, her nose joining in. Her mouth is open and her wails echo the room and his heart, breaking him to pieces.

They held her until she could no longer weep, tucked in between them like a precious pearl within a clam, protected and loved...loved beyond belief.

And she fell asleep, the warm bodies around her serving as comfort for her to get through it all.

However, the moment she slipped away into dreamland, she woke with her mother before her. And it wasn't the zombie version of her mother that Grayson had to kill, but the woman who wore a gentle smile and always had something wise to say.

"I am sorry you had to see that." Her mother said, tilting her head ever so slightly, her lips curling into a small smile.

"What is dead cannot remain undead for long. Your friend did the right thing." The woman's smile spread, her hand reaching out for Y/N's. "Thank him for me."

"I don't understand." Y/N shakes her head lightly, eyebrows furrowing as she clasps her mothers hand tighter.

"I have been given a rare chance to let my daughter know how much I love her. But to let her know she has to move on from this pain. Stop holding onto it and let love in." Placing her palm on Y/N's cheek, she continues.

"You have two men falling at your feet. And they might not be what you think, but they have good intentions in mind." And that's when Y/N understood. Her mother wanted her to let them in. But how could she? How could she ever choose one and not hurt the other?

"I can't. If I let one in, the other will suffer and I can't do that. I can't bear it."

"Why choose? Just feel. If they care for you, they will learn to respect that."

While Y/N said goodbye to her mother, the brother's had other things on mind.

"We have to tell her." Grayson whispers, his eyes falling to his brother who seemed to be lost in thought. He knew it would be a hard sell, but he needed to try and convince Ethan to cooperate. Whether he agrees or not, he had every intention on telling her everything. Keeping the truth from her only put her in danger.

"I know. Just as much as I have to deal with Hecate." Ethan sighs, running his knuckle down her cheek gently, so softly she could barely feel it. But he felt it, needed it - the touch, the softness, all of it.

"When?" Grayson bit his lower lip, taking in a shuddered breath as she shuffled in her sleep and moved closer to him. Her fingers wrapped around his shirt, pulling it slightly toward her.

"Now. You tell her and I'll go tell Hecate to fuck off already." Ethan stood, the bed instantly colder for Y/N, but while she does frown in her sleep, she doesn't wake.

"We always told them together in the past." Grayson hissed, trying not to move too much in order to not wake her. It didn't feel right to leave him out of such an important conversation.

"And when did that ever work in our favor? Time to change things up, brother." And Apollo knew that before him stood Hermes, not Ethan. He wasn't just a man, but a god in love...and a god in love will do whatever he has to in order to secure safety for the one he cares for. His love knows no bounds, and Apollo knows that. Because he feels the same way.

Nodding, he bites his lip once more as Hermes leaves, leaning down so the tip of his nose brushed her cheek.

"Y/N, love." Grayson swallows, realizing he can no longer hold off on being honest with her. He has to let her know the truth before she goes mad. He has to give her all the information and let her choose what to do with it.

But instead of speaking, the moment her eyes open, her lips close in on his. It felt like she had been made anew.

His arms locked around her; unyielding, they tightened, impressing   her soft flesh with the male hardness of his. A pleasant sensation streaked through  her; her skin tingled. Still she held him firmly, so closely to her - almost desperate for his touch.

He tilted his head, his lips moved on hers, a powerful, elemental call to her senses. It woke her up, enough to pause their kiss for a single moment, her labored breathing matching his. She pressed herself into him, until she could feel his hardness pressing back.

"What are you doing?" Grayson asks, pained and needy, frustrated and completely confused.

"A girl is offering herself to you and you're blind to it? I don't buy it." She smiled against his lips, her tone unusually cheerful, far too calm for a girl who just lost her mother for the second time. Pulling back, Grayson cups her face, observing her carefully for signs of Hecate. He could tell who it is just by looking into her eyes, however, he is surprised when he finds it's Y/N who is gazing back at him.

"You should know who I am before giving yourself to me." Grayson leans in, his forehead resting atop hers, his lips brushing hers just for a moment before he utters the truth finally.

"Ethan and I aren't human." He closed his eyes, unable to look at her at all. He didn't want to see her when she rejects him, enjoying the last moments he can have her all to himself. He felt her body stiffen, her lips quiver as they brushed his once more, her forehead wrinkling despite the weight of his head on it.

"Okay." She whispers, swallowing thickly as his eyes snap open, confused and a little happy she's not running for the hills. But she wanted to honor what her mother told her. Be open and listen...feel, don't think.

"I'm sure there's more to the story." She continues, her right hand hovering above his right cheek before she sets her palm on it, her thumb tracing half circles on his skin.

"My name is Apollo and he is Hermes. We've been cursed to walk the Earth to atone for our sins against mankind. Doomed to do so until a descendant of the old gods falls in love with one of us, allowing the chosen one to return home while dooming the other one." Apollo tried to pull back, the silence and the stare too intimate, too heavy for him to take, but she doesn't let him. Instead, she hooks her leg around his waist, her other hand joining the task of cupping his face.

"And Hecate is my bloodline?" She asks, but it's obvious she knows the truth. Taking in a shaky breath, she tracks her right hand to his jaw and further back until it settles on his neck, slowly sliding to his shoulder.

"What happens when the descendant loves you both equally? So much so she feels her heart is comprised of two pieces and each piece has your names written on them." Y/N lifts her head up, chin first until their foreheads part and she tastes his lips languidly. Only to break the kiss a moment after.

"But do you love me?" She adds, kissing the left corner of his lips as her entire body trembles in need. In pure need of his body on hers.

"With all my heart." And that is all the confirmation she needs.

His lips parted, she slid her tongue between to tangle challengingly with his. He tasted powerful, so wonderfully, a  mind-whirling sensation gripping her. He hadn't moved, instinctively she  deepens the caress, angling her lips against his.

Passion. It burst upon her mind, heart, upon her senses like a hurricane. It rose from within him, from between them, pouring through her, deep, swirling emotion, a soul-stealing compulsion.

On one heartbeat, she was the leader, on the next, he resumed command; his lips hard, his body a steel cage surrounding her. A cage she never wished to escape. She surrendered, gladly yielding; ravenous, he stole her very breath. Breasts aching, heart thundering, Y/N stole it back.

A part of her wondered about Ethan, no, Hermes, and where he may be for she remembered him being on her other side, but she couldn't stop. Another part of her, one she never knew existed, wished for him to be there, right by her and his arms on her. She was never a dirty mind kind of a girl, nor would she ever think she'd be one to wish for a threesome with twins...brothers, gods, inhuman beings...but she did. It was more than physical, her need stemming from deep within.

She does love them both, choosing in this moment is impossible. But only one of them told her he loves her back. Only one of them remained by her side. Only one of them pressed himself against her when she felt she would die if she remains untouched.  His lids slowly rose; she met his gaze unflinchingly.

"Are you sure, love?"

"With all my heart." She mimicked his words from earlier, her fingers sliding into his thick hair.

Apollo nodded, smiling as he pulled back much to her dismay. He slid further down, freeing her of her shoes, socks and then pants - slowly, almost painfully. Like he didn't care if Hermes came back and stumbled upon them. Like he had all of eternity to make love to her. To make love with a mortal, no reason but the way she makes him feel as if he is someone worthy of her heart. Not just for the fun, nor hope of ruin...just love he feels.

He let his hands fall,  tracing her sleek thighs before closing one hand above each knee.  Slowly, he slid his fingers upward, his thumbs drawing lazy circles along her inner thighs. Higher and  higher, inch by inch, he raised his hands - the muscles of her  thighs tensed, then locked, then quivered.

He stopped with his thumbs just below her panties, placing his fingers on the soft cotton. While he let his hands roam her body, his lips savored the taste of hers. Drawing back from their kiss, he watched her and waited for her lids to rise. When they did, he trapped her gaze with his and drew two more circles. She shivered.

One hand slid around to spread across her bottom; her skin turned   feverish at his touch. He caressed her in slow circles, her  senses followed, distracted by the cotton shifting between hand and naked   skin.

Then his fingers fanned, cupping her bottom and in the same instant, she felt his other hand slide between her parted thighs. His head angled over hers; his kiss became more demanding. He stroked her through the cotton panties, stroked and caressed and teased until the cotton clung, a second skin, muting his touch, tantalizing her senses. Y/N tensed, fingertips sinking into the muscles of his back, pulling his shirt up and breaking the kiss just to pull it over his head. She felt his hand shift; one long finger sliding into her, probing gently, then more deliberately. Suddenly, she couldn't breathe. She pulled back with a gasp and he let her go, his hands leaving her. He tore his clothes off, watching her through hooded lids while she did the same, revealing her beautifully curvaceous body.  She was far from perfect, a million reasons why she could never be a model obvious to anyone, but Apollo didn't care. Grasping her waist, he toppled over her entirely and they sank into the bed.

With a valiantly smothered shriek, she rolled into him, into his arms,  unable to gain any ground on the slippery sheets. He lifted her over  him, her legs tangling with his, her hair fanning over his naked chest.

He expected her to be shocked, expected her to hesitate, believing she had never touched a naked man. The shock was certainly there, he saw it in her stunned expression; hesitation followed but it lasted a split second. In the next, their lips met and there was no longer any distinction between him kissing her and her kissing him. He felt her hands on his chest, greedily exploring; he ravaged her mouth and felt her fingers sink deep. He spread his hands over her back and held her against him, easing the throbbing ache of his erection against her soft belly. She writhed, heated and eager. Some women were catlike, elusively seductive but she was demanding, aggressive, intent on not just fraying his reins, but shredding them. Deliberately invoking his desire, all the possessiveness in his soul. Which, given she was a virgin from what he could tell, qualified as abject madness. Breathing raggedly, he pulled back from their kiss.

"For Zeus' sake, slow down!"

Engrossed in caressing his chest, Y/N didn't even look up.

"I'm nineteen. I've wasted enough time." She wriggled while Apollo gritted his teeth. Out of all the things he expected when he finally came clean, for her to throw herself at him was the last one. He even felt guilty for stealing this moment from Hermes, because touching her felt better than anything Mount Olympus had to offer. But another part of his was struggling to keep himself in check, realizing he didn't want to destroy her the first time she gets a taste of what sex feels like. And she's made that job incredibly difficult.

"You're nineteen and you should  know better. You should at least have some measure of  self-preservation." Intent on rushing toward her fate, she seemed  to have no concept of how much he could hurt her, of how much his  strength overshadowed hers, of how much harder than her he was.  She was intent on learning, her hands reached lower, exploring the ridges  of his lower chest.

Apollo felt his desire rise, full-blown, ravenous, too  strong for her to handle. Releasing her buttocks, he grasped her upper  arms. Just as she grasped him. The shock that rushed through him nearly shattered his control.

He froze. So did Y/N.

She looked into his face, his eyes were shut, his expression graven.  Carefully, she curled her fingers again, utterly fascinated by her  discovery.

How could something so hard, so rigid, so ridged, so  blatantly male, be so silky smooth, so soft?

Again, she  touched the smoothly rounded head, akin to stroking hot steel   through the finest silk. Apollo groaned; he reached down and  closed his hand over hers, not to pull it away but to curl her fingers  more tightly. Eagerly, she followed his unspoken instructions, obviously   much more to her taste than slowing down. He let her caress him  until he thought his jaw would break - he had to pull her hand away.

She  fought him, squirming all over him, soft, hot flesh  writhing over his by-now-painful erection. With a curse under his breath, he   caught her hands, one in each of his, and rolled, trapping her beneath   him. He anchored her hands to the bed and kissed her, deeply and more deeply, letting his weight sink fully onto her until she had no  breath left to fight him, no strength to defy him.

They both  stilled; in that instant, she was open to him, heated, her thighs  spread, soft and welcoming, her hips baiting him to move.  All he needed to do was reach down then sink his throbbing erection into her softness and claim her.

Simple.

Gritting his teeth, Apollo let go of her hands and lifted away. He moved  back. Knees spread, he sat back on his ankles in the middle of the bed.  Locking his eyes on hers, he beckoned with both hands.

"Come here."

Her eyes widened; they searched his, then fell - jaw locked, he suffered her scrutiny, saw the age-old question form in her eyes. Giddy, not only from breathlessness, Y/N slowly blinked, then  raised her eyes to his face. He looked exactly like a god, seated in                                                         the remains of sunlight coming through his window, his maleness so flagrantly displayed. The  soft light gilded the muscles of his arms, his chest—and the rest of  him. She drew in a deep breath; her heartbeat thundered in her ears.  Slowly, she rose on one elbow and came up on her knees, facing him. He took her  hands in his and drew her closer, then closed his hands about her waist  and lifted her. As he set her down astride his thighs, Y/N frowned  into his eyes.

"If you tell me we have to wait, I'll scream." The planes of his face looked harder than granite.

"You'll scream anyway." She frowned harder and saw his lips twitch. "With pleasure."

The idea was new to her. She was still thinking as Apollo...well, Grayson still in her mind, drew her  closer. High on her knees as she was, her hips grazed his lower chest.

"Kiss me." He didn't need to ask twice; willingly, she twined her arms about his neck and set her lips to his. One hand at her back holding her upright, he deepened the kiss,  skimming his other hand upward, over her abdomen, before closing it  about her breast. The already heated flesh swelled and firmed, hearing her moan as he tweaked her nipple. He drew back from the kiss; she let her head  fall back, the exposed curve of her throat an offering he didn't  refuse. He trailed hot kisses down the pulsing vein; she inched closer,  pressing her breast to his palm. Bending her back, he lowered his  head. She stilled, her breathing quickened. One long lick dampened one nipple. She gasped as his lips touched the peak, sucking lightly as he felt her melt in his arms.

He couldn't even  remember the last time he'd bedded a virgin, even then, whoever she was,  she hadn't been someone he loved. He harboured no illusions over how difficult the  next half hour would be; for the first time in his lengthy career, he  prayed he'd be strong enough to manage her and the passion she  unleashed in him.

Head bent, he tortured one tightly budded nipple, then  turned his attention to its mate. Sinking her fingers into his  upper arms, Y/N gasped and swayed. With her bones transmuted to warm chocolate, her weak grip, his hand at her back and the tantalizing tug of  his lips were all that was keeping her upright. Hot and wet, his lips,  his mouth, moved over her breasts, teasing first one aching bud, then  the other until both were swollen tight. She ached to touch him, to send  her hands searching, but didn't dare let go. His lips left her; a  second later, his teeth grazed one crinkled nipple. She gave a muted cry.

His lips returned, soothing her flesh, then he  suckled hard. With a long-drawn moan, she swayed forward, into his kiss. It caught her, anchored her, as his hands roved her body, heated palms burning. Every curve she possessed, he traced; every square inch of her skin tingled, then ached for more. Her back, her sides, the curve of her stomach, the long muscles of her thighs, her arms, her bottom - none escaped his attention. The shiver that racked her came from deep within, a final farewell to the virgin she was but would be no more.

His hands rose and he released her lips. Splaying her fingers, she sank the tips into his chest and felt his muscles lock. She kissed him with a fervour to match his own, revelling in the urgency building between them. Excitement whirled as their lips melded, each breath the other's, tongues entwined. His hands roamed, as urgently demanding as his lips, hard palms sculpting, fingers flexing, possessing.

Still on her knees, her thighs locked on either side of his, her hips pressed to his abdomen, she felt his hands curve and cup her bottom. One remained, holding her high, the other slid lower, long fingers questing. They found her heat and slid further, pressing between her thighs, probing the hot, slick folds, caressing, then pressing deeper and deeper as she ached and burned. His only response was to deepen their kiss, holding her captive and to his mercy.

His fingers stroked slowly, deliberately. Abruptly, Apollo drew back from their kiss. His fingers left her; he cupped her bottom with both hands.

"Slide down." Y/N couldn't believe the strength of the compulsion that gripped her, but she knew she needed him inside her more than she needed to breathe. Even so, just looking at his hardened length, she shook her head.

"You're never going to fit."

His hands firmed about her hips. "Just slide."

She did, sinking lower, his hands guiding her. She felt the first touch of his cock, hot and hard, and stopped. He slipped his fingers between her thighs and opened her; she felt the first intimate intrusion of his body into hers. Catching her breath on a strangled gasp, she sank lower, and felt his head slip inside.

He felt large, much larger than she'd expected. She sucked in a breath; under the weight of his hands, she sank still lower. Hard as forged iron, hot as unquenched steel, he pressed into her.

She shook her head again. "This is not going to work."

"It will." She felt his words within her; he was, if anything, even tenser than she, rock-hard muscles flickering.

"You'll stretch to take me. Every inch. It's the way your body is built." He was the expert. Through the storm of emotions inside her; uncertainty, desire, and giddy need, laced with distant remnants of shyness, all gave into the most desperate longing she'd ever known.

Stubborn as always and determined to be brave, she sank down. And stopped. Immediately, Grayson lifted her, not quite losing her clinging heat.

"Sink down again." She did, until her hymen again impeded their progress. Under his hands, she repeated the maneuver again and again. She was hot, slick and very tight; once she was moving freely, he brushed his lips against her temple.

"Kiss me." She lifted her head immediately, swollen lips parted, eager for more. He took her mouth vigorously, struggling to harness the wild passion that drove him, battling to remain in control long enough to avoid unnecessarily hurting her. He was going to hurt her enough as it was.            

One, powerful upward thrust, timed to meet  her downward slide, enforced by the pressure of his hands on her hips,  and it was done. He breached her in that single movement, forging deep  into her body, filling her, stretching her.

She screamed, the sound smothered by their kiss. Her body tensed; so did his. Focusing completely on her, waiting for her softening, the first sign of acceptance that he knew would come, Grayson grimly denied the primal urge to lose himself in her heat, to pound into her mindlessly like he would if it was any other girl.

Their lips had parted; they were both breathing raggedly. From under his lashes, he watched as she moistened her lips with her tongue.

"Was that the scream you were talking about?"

"No." He touched his lips to the corner of hers.

"There'll be no more pain from now on, you'll only scream with pleasure." Y/N could only hope. The memory of the sharp agony that had seared into her was so intense she could still feel it. Yet with every breath, with every heartbeat, the heat of him eased the ache. She tried to shift; his hands firmed, holding her still.

"Wait." She had to obey. Until that moment, she hadn't appreciated how completely in his control she was. The hard, throbbing reality that had invaded her, intimately filling her, impinged fully on her mind. Vulnerability swept her, rippling through her.

She heard Grayson groan. Blinking, she looked up; his eyes were shut, his features like stone. Under her hands, the muscles of his shoulders were locked in some phantom battle. Inside her, the steady throb of him radiated heat and a sense of barely reined urgency. Her pain had gone. On the thought, the last of her tension ebbed; the last vestiges of resistance fell away. Tentatively, her gaze on his face, she eased from his hold, and rose slowly on her knees.

"Please." The single word was heavy with encouragement. He stopped her at the precise point beyond which their contact would break. She sensed his eagerness, the same compelling urgency that welled within her; she needed no direction to sink slowly down, enthralled by the feel of his steely hardness sliding, slick and hot, deep into her. She did it again, and again, head falling back as she slid down, opening her senses completely, savoring every drawn-out second. Their guidance no longer required, his hands roved, reclaiming her breasts, the full curves of her bottom, the sensitive backs of her thighs.

Lifting her head, Y/N draped her arms around his neck and sought his lips with hers. The glide of their bodies, uniting in a rhythm as old as the moon, felt exquisitely right. She gave him her mouth; as he claimed it, she tightened her arms, pressing herself to him, drawn to the promise contained within his powerful body, demanding more.

He drew back from the kiss; under his lashes, she saw his eyes gleam.

"Are you all right?" His hands traced mesmerizing circles on her lower back. At the peak of her rise, she held his gaze and slowly, concentrating on the rigid hardness invading her, sank down. She felt his rippling shudder and saw his jaw firm. His eyes flashed. Greatly daring, she licked the vein pulsing at the base of his throat.

"Actually, I find this quite..." She was so far past breathless her words shook.

"Surprising?" His voice was a rumble almost too low to be heard. Catching a desperate breath, Y/N closed her eyes and offered a different word.

"Unearthly." His laugh was so deep she felt it in her marrow.

"Trust me." His lips traced the curve of her ear. "There's a great deal more pleasure to come."

"Ah, yes," Y/N murmured, trying desperately to cling to sanity. "I believe you to be a past master at this exercise." Dragging in a tight breath, she rose upon him.

"Does that make me your maiden, worshiper?"

"No." Apollo held his breath as she sank, excruciatingly slowly, down.

"That makes you the love of my life. My pupil. My world." It would make her his consort had he any power over her, but he wasn't about to tell her that.

On her next downward slide, she pressed lower; he nudged deeper. Her breath hitched; instinctively, she tightened about him. Grayson set his teeth against a groan. Eyes wide, she looked up at him, her breathing shallow and fast.

Breasts rising and falling, brushing his chest, she moistened her lips. "I really didn't think you'd fit."            

Apollo clenched his jaw along with every other muscle he possessed. After a  moment of fraught silence, he managed to say: "I'll fit—eventually."

"Eventually?" Her eyes grew round, but he didn't wait for more. He caught her lips in a ravishing kiss and, anchoring her hips against him, tumbled her back onto the pillows. He'd chosen their earlier position to break her hymen, placing a limit on how deep he could go, helpful given the force of his instincts. But the time for limits had passed; his swift rearrangement landed her on her back among the pillows, his hips between her thighs, his cock still buried deep within her.

She tensed as his weight trapped her; instantly, he lifted his chest and shoulders from her, straightening his arms, his hands sinking into the mattress on either side. Their kiss broken, her eyes flew open. He trapped her gaze in his. Slowly, deliberately, he withdrew from her, then, fluidly flexing his spine, he entered her.

Inch by inch, he claimed her; heated and slick, her body welcomed him, stretching to take him in. He watched her eyes widen, his hazel eyes with golden specks now a deep brow, almost black as he surged deeper. He sheathed himself in her softness, sinking into her to the hilt, coming to a rest as his forehead leaned on hers. Gazes locked, they both held still.

Y/N couldn't breathe, he filled her so completely; she could feel the steady beat of him at the base of her throat. Staring up at his face, she saw the hard planes shift, sharp-edged with reined passion. A conqueror looked down on her, eyes dark, ringed with green, a god she'd given herself to. A sense of possession swamped her; her heart swelled, then soared.

He was waiting, but for what? Some sign of surrender?

She smiled—slowly, fully. Her hands had come to rest on his forearms; lifting them, she reached up and drew his lips to hers. She heard him groan in the instant their lips met. He came down on his elbows, his hands flicking her hair aside, then framing her face. He deepened their kiss and her senses went spinning; his body moved on her, within her, and pleasure grew.

She caught the rhythm and matched him, letting her body welcome him, holding him tight for a heartbeat before reluctantly releasing him. Again and again they formed that intimate embrace; each time, each devastatingly thorough thrust pushed her higher, further, toward something she couldn't even imagine. Her mind and senses merged, then soared, driving her to the brink of madness.

Fed by their striving bodies, by each panting breath, by each soft moan, each guttural groan, the pleasure intensified, growing larger until it exploded between them and Y/N lost herself in the glorious, heart-stopping sensation. Blind, she couldn't see; deaf, she couldn't hear. All she could do was feel him under her hands and know he was with her, feel the warmth that filled her and know she was his, feel the emotion that held them, forged strong in the fire and know nothing on earth could ever change it.

Neither of them gave a second though to the god who ventured into the basement and drew a pentagram in the concrete.

Setting a candle at each peak of the star, he set them aflame and swallowed thickly. A golden chalice in his hand, Hermes brought a knife to his palm and drew blood, filling the chalice.

Adding saffron, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was time to finish this.

''Hecate, ισχυρή θεά της διασταύρωσης, το σκοτάδι, ο θάνατος, η σοφία, και το φεγγάρι, παρακαλώ έρχονται σε μένα. Παρακαλώ εκδιώξτε, προστατέψτε με και βοηθήστε μου όταν είμαι σε κίνδυνο. Φροντίστε με το δικό σας και δώστε μου όλα όσα χρειάζεστε. Εκατέ, περιπλανηθείτε στο σκοτάδι σας για να μπορώ να φέρω το φως μου " (''Hecate, mighty Goddess of crossroads, darkness, death, wisdom, and the moon, please come to me. Please Hecate, protect me and help me when I am in danger. Treat me as one of your own and give me all that is needed. Hecate, surround me in your darkness so that I can bring forth my light.") The moment he opens his eyes, he find his consort before him in the pentagram. "Isn't this a surprise? My husband coming to me after all these centuries passed." Hecate stepped forward, looking down on the tightly drawn-on pentagram meant to keep her in. "I need you to leave Y/N alone. Whatever you want in return..."Hermes pauses, knowing he is making a deal with someone much worse than the devil. "Whatever you want in return is yours." He repeats, finishing his original statement as she tilted her head, studying him with her unforgiving gaze. "Had you come to me all those centuries ago, I'd have turned every reality there is to bring you and your brother home. But you failed me - as a friend, as a lover, as a consort. I will never help you for I live to destroy your happiness. And she is a part of that, is she not?" A viciously poisonous smile crept up her lips as she giggled to herself, only for her smile to disappear in moments like it never happened and her face takes on an innocent look. Hermes knew she wanted to hurt him. "But does she want you? That is the question only I can answer for you...because I am her. Inside her mind, inside her heart." She spoke languidly, baiting him to come closer and make her stop talking for his clenched jaw nearly shattered his teeth and his eyes turned into fire as he glared at her.

"Maybe you can ask your brother? After all, he is currently buried inside her to the hilt. Tasting her warmth, every inch of her skin as she unravels in his arms, moaning his name." She chuckled, enjoying the hurt flashing on his face and in his eyes more even she expected.

"So how does it feel when the one you love decides to fuck someone else?" She raises her right eyebrow, her voice displaying just how happy she is, enthusiastic even.

"Do you really hate me that much?" Hermes sighed, watching Hecate tilt her head ever so slightly, enough to glare at him with those emerald daggers she calls eyes.

"More than you'll ever know." She responds, her voice oddly calm but filled with emotion. He can tell she is still very much hurt, but her anger toward him outweighs her love.

"Even so, I am not lying about your brother fucking her senseless as we speak. I'm sure you could hear them if you just walked up a couple of stairs." She pointed to the stairs, looking above her at the ceiling with her amused madness returning.

Enraged, Hermes stumbled forward, the knife he used to bleed now pointed at Hecate, the tip pressing just under her ribs, enough to kill her if he likes.

"Should I be scared?" She smirked. "Oh, if only the blade wasn't human." She licked her lips, leaning in for a kiss. But before she can connect their lips, Hermes drives the knife into her rib cage and through her heart, sneering at her with amusement taking over his eyes now. She gasped, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as her eyes widened in shock of the pain he caused. Digging her nails into his skin, she drew blood but to no avail, her croaks now coming out with ragged breaths.

"It isn't." He smirks.

And with that, Hermes pulled the blade out to make sure she bleeds out, tossing her onto the ground before walking out. He believed her to disappear as mombie dearest did, seeing her fade as he glanced at her while he cleaned the knife.

Despite wanting to watch the life fade out her eyes and her body return to Underworld, Hermes' rage simmered and grew.

Satisfied with a job well done, Hermes set his sights on a different task now.

Trying not to kill his brother.

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT AU), pt. 7

07: Staying is harder than leaving

Summary: A knife, a kiss and a confession.

Warnings: violence, angst, fluff, swearing and a steamy kiss

Word count: 5400

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Special thanks to @mutuallynotmutual for being in the story as Alyssa, @leonardo-da-vinsheep  as Perry and @daddygraysonsbitch as Sara.

A big thank you to @grungegrant for drawing Ethan as Hermes!

Hermes couldn't hide his self satisfied smirk, his spirit instantly lifted. He always knew taking this risk so early on would pay off, using Apollo's slow advances to his own advantage.

"Oh, and you need to dye your hair blonde." Hermes adds, snickering to himself and before either Y/N or Apollo get a chance to question him, he explains.

"Nearly everyone under this roof knows our leader broke his own rules and had an intimate moment with a Kappa legacy. This is your punishment, brother." Hermes winks, turning to Y/N whose face took on a deep shade of red, her eyes glued to the ground. Her wet hair fell forward as her head hung low in shame, reminding Hermes he should take it easy on her and not embarrass the living light out of her for what looked like was all Apollo's doing.

"I saw him steal the kiss. But even if you return it, I don't mind. Neither of us do." His words cause her eyes to dart up and toward the brothers, both seemingly fuming yet at peace with what Ethan had just told her.

"You're not officially dating either one of us and we both really, really like you." Ethan exclaims, his tone cheery and his eyes set on her. She couldn't help but blush, faced with a rather unusual situation she would usually run from. But she doesn't. She can't force herself to even look away, let alone walk away.

"What Ethan is trying to say is, we both want to date you and it may seem weird...it's weird for us too, but we want you to truly get to know us and decide if you want to be with either one of us. Till then, we will have to learn how to...share." Grayson barely uttered the last word, like its poison in his mouth, but he knew he had to sell it. His brother just gave them an opportunity to convince her to stay and give them a chance they nearly lost and he wasn't going to let it go to waste. Hermes might have gotten a date first, but he still had the taste of her lips upon his and he considered that a personal victory.

"Um...the rules still state we can't date." Y/N mumbles absentmindedly, genuinely considering their offer. While they are incredibly handsome and alluring, her Kappa sisters meant more to her. She's worked too hard to get to Dartmouth just to lose it over lust she barely understood.

Ethan saunters over to her side, putting a hand to the wall next to her head as his built blocks her view of Grayson. His scent invades her senses, the vanilla undertones strong and musky, all so incredibly sweet and inviting.

"Guess we'll just have to...sneak around." Ethan teases, cocking his left eyebrow in a way that left her heart pounding against her rib cage, her chest growing too small for the flirtation made her heart work overtime, doubling it in size.

It's medically possible, she thought.

Falling asleep that night was easier than she thought, but staying asleep is what troubled her.

"The flames have awakened you."

Looking around wildly, Y/N felt dread forming knots in her stomach, nooses that can't be undone for as long as she feels the looming presence. While a large portion of her conscious tells her there is no danger in Hecate as her time has passed, her heart feels she is a threat to all she holds dear.

"You're almost ready to join forces with me." She could hear the smile in the darkness, turning in circles to see where the voice is coming from but from what she could guess, it came from all around her just as well as inside her. Her eyes darting left to right, she searched for the entry point the woman, Hecate, would use to terrorize her again.

"I wish you weren't afraid of me. No harm will come to you, my lovely." Hecate stepped foot toward her, revealing herself.

"Not from me."

No longer is her foot bare, rather encased in black, leaf-like sandals. Her hair flows like they're under water, the black tips turning purple under the moonlight. Emerald green orbs encircled with black rims refuse to hide her true nature. Her dress is black like a dahlia, deep purple lace embodies her chest. Long, black nails set aside Y/N's hair, allowing the pale face to come closer and her black lips nearly press against Y/N's. A silver key dangles from a bracelet loosely fitting her wrist, a black ring with a dark purple flower at it's center lining her ring finger.

"What do you want from me?" Y/N practically growls, her anger much stronger than her need to run. Feeling as if she's losing her mind isn't something she wanted to deal with at this point in time and she certainly didn't care for dramatic dream entries she didn't ask for. And if her heart is right about the possible danger this god brings, she wasn't going to back down.

"To help you."

Y/N's eyes snap open with a sudden sound. She sits up, running her hands through her hair, looking around the room for any sign of Hecate. Realizing the sound is just Grayson snoring, she giggles to herself in relief. Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, she tones down his giggles, relishing in the fact the all so perfect frat has finally showcased a flaw.

Turning to the bed beside her to gaze upon the untainted perfection, she's surprised to find the bed is neatly done with a note tied to a bunch of rosemary and saffron flowers on the pillow.

Unable to even consider sleeping longer with Hecate still on her mind and the note calling to her from the bed, Y/N shuffles to her feet and just before she takes the note in her hand, she looks over her shoulder to the door and then to Grayson who remained soundly asleep.

Returning her gaze to the note, a small smile played on her lips as the first thing she noticed is a hand-drawn purple heart at the end of it.

I'll come pick you up at 3. Wear something comfortable! 💜

Her smile grew wider, feeling heat rush to her cheeks as she realized he truly took this seriously. Ethan Dolan genuinely wanted to woo her and not just claim her body as his own. While she could still hear her sister's warnings about the way he operates, she couldn't judge him on his past decision. He's never failed her so far, so why take his chance with her for what he did to others? People change all the time and perhaps this is his time to change.

Taking the flowers next, she returned to her bed and found herself falling asleep once more, a smile playing on her lips as she kept the unusual flowers close to her chest.

Rudely awakened by Grayson shouting at the door with his back firmly against it and his hand on the knob as he locked it had left Y/N feeling disoriented and shaken, every sense urging her to claw her way to a standing position.

"Blair is here, demanding your head." He informs her, out of breath and eyes wide, giving off a scared puppy look that completely contrasted his usual intimidating flare. She could tell he wanted to protect her, but what good would that do? She had to take on life's issues on her own, to the best of her ability or she'll never learn to fight on her own.

"My what?" Y/N nearly falls out her bed, quickly moving to the door. The cold floor reminded her that autumnal beauty had a whole different side of it, especially in the morning when you leave the safety of your warm bed.

"Gray, step aside." Y/N gently placed a hand upon his shoulder, kindly smiling up at him with a hint of gratitude hiding behind that smile that elevates his heartbeat to a different level. It completely baffles him, renders him senseless and defenseless; like a drop of morning dew in the palm of her hand - its life depending upon her mercy.

"I can deal with them. I promise she won't literally take my head." With her sweet words, Grayson nods, doing her biding like he's a puppet on a string and she a puppeteer.

Opening the door unveiled an unhinged Blair with a cold-blooded smile and a firm, unshaken hand on which laid a blade.

"FUCK!" She hears Grayson shouts, hearing his heavy footsteps as he nears her with his strong arms already grabbing at her with his fingertips.

Gasping at the disheveled girl before her, Y/N drowned out the sound and took a deep breath, wanting to fight instead of run. Her hands form fists, her eyes focus - not on the knife, but Blair's arms in hopes of predicting her next move. Everything feels like it's in slow motion, the world taking pause so she can figure out what to do. Feeling Grayson is already beside her, she knows he'll pull her back, but that would leave a psychotic, armed woman loose in the house with her sisters asleep and unable to fight back. Stepping forward and away from Grayson, Y/N prepares to lounge at Blair who seems keen on throwing an insult her way before physically harming her. But before saying a word, Blair is slammed into a wall, the sharp blade sticking into the hardwood floors.

"What the hell?!" Sara rubs her tired eyes as she stumbles forth from her room next door, while Y/N gapes at Alyssa who quite literally knocked Blair unconscious in a swift body slam thanks to her quick thinking and position from the door at which Sara stood at now.

"Are you okay?!" Y/N grabs Alyssa's arms, lifting her up so easily one would think she's on steroids if she wasn't high on adrenaline.

Grayson yanks Y/N back to face him, his anger written in every pore of his face as his lips set into a thin line and his eyes narrowed, all the fumes coming out in short puffs of breath through his flared nostrils. But there was more than just anger raging inside him, for his heart felt like it would stop at any given moment. It struggled to accustom to the quick pace this even caused him, his mind spinning as a consequence.

"Are you fucking mental? Why are you always rushing into danger instead of the other way?!" Grayson grumbled, letting Y/N go to pick up the unconscious blonde. Alyssa rushed in and grabbed a chair, helping Grayson settle Blair in the seat before Perry came in with a rope and a 'don't ask, won't tell' kind of a look on her face.

Glancing at each other turned into their only form of communication as the girls remained in the room, filling up with more Kappas and KDRs as time went by. Y/N could tell Grayson has more to say, that his chest weighs heavily as each second passes.

It had taken hours for Blair to wake, the girls refusing to call the police before they have a chance to talk to her themselves. After all, giving one of their sisters over to the law could have serious repercussions for their sorority.

"Ready for our...ah, shit, what did I miss?!" Ethan groaned at the door, immediately met with a room filled with Kappa sisters mixed with his KDR brothers, one of which was tied to a chair in the middle of the room and the only one he cared for sitting in a chair beside her - his brother, real brother, behind her.

"Blair tried to kill Y/N, so we wanna know why before calling the po-po." Alyssa fills him in and instead of calming down, Ethan felt his blood turn into a tidal wave and the bouquet of flowers matching the ones he left in the morning fell to the ground as he hurried toward Y/N. Shaking, he swept her up from her chair and pulled her closer to him until her scent filled his nostrils and her hands settled on the middle of his back. Touching her, feeling her heartbeat, her small hands pushing at his chest - he needed it to calm down enough not to kill anyone in the room.

"How did you let this happen?!" He growls out the words through gritted teeth, his anger directed toward Grayson.

"Nothing happened. No need to get upset." Y/N tries to diffuse the situation, but anger rolled off Ethan in waves, his jaw clenching so hard she was certain he'll crack his teeth and burst his muscles.

But, as luck would have it, the intense glaring war between the brothers is interrupted by Blair groaning, coming to about the same time the girls' phone ringed as a sign a new message in the sorority chat came through. Managing to glance at it for a moment, Y/N feels her own anger grow as the news ignites a fresh fire inside her.

"Why?" Is all Y/N asks, curious why she's so hated when they barely knew each other. Blair never gave her a chance to begin with.

"Easy. You broke rules. Being a KDR whore." Blair spat, her words ringing truth to a certain degree. It flustered her, bringing about the possibility of being exposed and effectively removed from the sorority.

People say the darkness presses in, but that's not true. The darkness kisses up to your skin closer than a lover's lips and whispers excitement into your ears. The darkness becomes your best friend, a second skin that's flattering and cool. The darkness becomes your favorite thing right up until your exits are blocked, then it has no reason to hide. If it was easy to spot darkness there wouldn't be a problem, now would it? How often do you confuse day and night?

That's what happened to Y/N in this particular moment; she confused day and night.

"I think it goes deeper than that. It began the very moment I stepped foot in the house." Y/N's mind darkened, her words cool and sharp like knives that hit every mark.

"I think it's because I'm a legacy and as such I am the only proper leader of this sorority." Unusually cold, Y/N no longer seems flustered and in the short glance she spared the twins - her eyes lingering on Ethan just a moment longer than on Grayson, gave them the answer as to why.

That isn't Y/N.

"Perhaps you wanted to keep the power...or you were just jealous. Either way, your behavior is unseemly for a Kappa sister as we do not turn on each other. And judging by the text everyone just received, everyone knows you started that fire in hopes of blaming me." Smirking, Y/N places her hands on the chair at either side of Blair, her fingers curling around the wood like snakes around branches. Leaning in, she stares into Blair's eyes without so much as blinking, licking her lips like poison drips from them before speaking - her voice oddly authoritative and decisive.

"I move to have sister Blair stripped of her status as a Kappa sister, her story written in the sorority book as punishment for future generations to witness her shame." Raising her left eyebrow, Y/N allows her eyes to glide across the crowd made out of mostly Kappa sisters, seeing their approving nods. Unable to hold back a smile, she moves away and straightens her back, noticing Alyssa stepping up.

"And I vote sister Y/N to be named our head girl instead." And with that, Blair was cast out, allowing a different darkness to take over.

The police took her away, but Y/N failed to move from her spot at the window. She stood, dressed in black, her lips painted a maroon color - a stark contrast to her usual cherry lip balm. Her arms folded across her chest, her gaze cold as ice, even the room temperature lowered. Darkness is a strange substance, like ice it has three states: solid, liquid, and gas, but with a twist. Since it is a sort of mystical material, it doesn't fall under the laws of earthly science, only able to change states by the user. And Y/N inadvertently allowed such darkness to take root, the state of it out of her hands.

"You will lose her." Her voice startled the brothers who tried their best to remain inconspicuous as they sneaked their way to Y/N. Her words chained them to their spots, taking their ability to breathe or move.

"If I have anything to do with it, she will not only hate you, but wish to end you." She turned her head slightly to her right, just enough to give them a clear image of her profile as the last of the sun-rays bathe her skin.

Apollo swallowed thickly, while Hermes felt his heart grow thorns at the possibility.

"Leave her be." Hermes speaks out, an underlying threat clear.

It drew a smile upon her lips, the maroon reminding of blood tainted lips. She turned her head to look at the brothers, noting they barely changed since she last saw them thousands of years ago. The hair was different, but their eyes still had that pride and lack of empathy which led to their downfall.

"Oh, but you know I can't do that. After all, I have old scores to settle with you, my dear husband." Hecate giggles to herself, watching Hermes take long strides toward her. His hands grab at Y/N's arms, shaking her, his face contorted in anger and a splinter of fear.

Awaiting a fresh response from the ghost of his past, Hermes is shocked to see the face before him soften and body in his proximity relax upon his touch.

"I missed our date, didn't I?" Softly spoken, guilt swimming in her bright eyes, Y/N broke through the darkness once more and Hermes choked on air, coughing in response. Y/N didn't seem to be aware of the silent takeover she endured and he didn't seem fit to be the one to tell her. Not yet, at least. Such a confession can be given only when he can count on her love, because only love will stop her from hating him after.

"Uh, no. There's a bonfire at the beach tonight. We can at least talk?" Hermes smiles, trying to ease her mind. He can tell she's confused more than lost. Hecate taking over her body is drawing on her life force and it is draining. After all, she's just a mortal and fragile as porcelain. He forgets that quite often.

"Of course." Nodding, she nestles closer into him, holding out for his warmth to overwhelm the cold that settled in her being, down to the bone.

And while Apollo stood in the shadows, watching his brother tighten his hold on the woman he cared for, for the first time since he came into this universe, he felt an emotion he thought to be fiction - jealousy.

It's the first time he had ever been left aside, his arms open and empty, longing to hold someone...to hold her. It's the first time he realized Hermes has a fair shot with her, if not a better chance at winning because he saw how she hid her face into Hermes' sweater and melted into his form so naturally - on instinct. Apollo always felt like she had to put effort into her interactions with him, but her connection to Hermes wasn't forced, rather easy - as easy as breathing. And that left an ache in his heart, the kind he had never felt and quite possibly would rather not to have felt it at all. It feels like a dagger in his heart and a slap in the face and all he wishes is for the feeling to disappear. But it doesn't.

Walking out the room, heading straight for the gym to take out his frustration on the punching bag, Apollo spares a second look to the all too couply pair with the pang in his chest spreading so fast as if a supernova exploded inside and wiped him out entirely. Swearing he'll up his game, Apollo leaves the pair be, awaiting the nightfall to see her again. It's funny how he's the god they consider to be Sun incorporated, but he found the Sun to be her. At least for him, she is.

Ethan left Y/N to take a nap, allowing her the time to rest up before the bonfire. Although his big date plans were ruined, he decided to turn the night into a date on his own. He just didn't expect Y/N not to show up.

She awoke with a frown, noticing the darkness of the room. Her heart jumped inside her chest, drowning in panic for she knew she had set a new date with Ethan and she has missed it once more. Jumping to her feet, throwing on random looking black clothes on, she rushed out and toward the beach her mother said to have met her father on.

Running between the big rocks that reminded her of small mountains, she felt her mind racing with possibilities of what Ethan must think of her. Until she found herself immobile upon impact.

On a gasp, she looked up, just as she collided with the owner of her thoughts.

The impact knocked the air from her lungs that for one instant, she was sure she'd hit a tree. But her nose buried itself in a soft black shirt, mid chest. His chin passed above her head, her scalp prickled as long hairs were gently brushed and arms like steel slowly closed about her. Instinct awoke in a flustered lush, raising her hands, she pushed against his chest. Her feet slipped on the ocean made rocks, then slid. She gasped again-and clutched wildly instead of pushing. The steely arms tightened and suddenly only her toes touched the slippery rocks under.

Y/N dragged in a breath-one too shallow to steady her whirling head. Her lungs had seized, her senses skittered wildly, informing her, in breathless detail that she was pressed against a man. Not just any man - one with a body like warm, flexing steel that offered warmth in this cold, autumn night.

She had to lean back to look into his face. Brown, almost hazel eyes met hers.

Y/N stilled, she stared. Then she blinked. It took half a second to check - arrogant, pointy and decisively, stubbornly charming chin - it was him. Narrowing her eyes, she fixed them on his; not awkwardly like she thought she would, but as decisively and arrogantly as his chin.

"Put me down, Ethan." Her simple words held echoes of authority, undertones of compulsion.

He heard them; he angled his head, one black brow rising then the ends of his long lips lifted.

"In a minute." Ethan purred. It was her turn to listen and hear the intent in his deep purr. Her eyes flew wide.

"But first..."

If she'd been able to think, she'd have screamed, but the shock of his touch, the intimate warmth of his palm as he framed her face, distracted her. His lips completed the conquest - they swooped, arrogantly confident, and settled over hers.

The first contact stunned her; stealing the very breathe from her lungs. The very concept of breathing drifted from her mind as his lips moved lazily on hers. They were neither warm nor cool, yet heat lingered in their touch. They pressed close, then eased only to push closer.

Firm and demanding, they impinged on her senses, reaching deep, stirring her. She stirred in his encircling arm; it locked tight about her. Heat surrounded her - even through her black, thick sweater, it reached for her, enveloped her, then sank into her flesh. His hunger had infected her.

Utterly distracted, she tried to hold it back, tried to deny its existence, tried vainly to ease the undeniable warmth he provided even as the rain began to drizzle and dampened their kiss. And she couldn't. She was facing ignominious defeat without a single clue of what followed when the hard hand tilting her face shifted. He altered his grip, one thumb pressed insistently in the center of her chin. Her jaw eased, her lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip past hers and the shock of the first touch of tongue against tongue literally curled her toes.

She would have gasped, but that was impossible; all she could do was feel. Feel and follow, and sense the reality of that passion that grew, the surprisingly subtle, deeply evocative, seductively physical need. Temptation streaked through her, even while he took his arrogance to new heights. She hadn't thought it possible, but he pulled her closer, imprinting her soft flesh with the male hardness of his. Ruthlessly confident, he angled his head and tasted her - longingly, unhurriedly - as if he had all the time in the world.

Then he settled to play, to advance and retreat, to artfully entice her into joining the game. She responded, tentatively; instead of the aggressive response she expected, his lips softened fractionally, encouragingly. She dared more, returning the pressure of his lips, the sensuous caress of his tongue. Without even knowing it, she sank into the kiss.

Triumph streaked through Ethan. He'd crumbled her initial resistance; she was soft and pliant, pure magic in his arms. She tasted like ambrosia and although he barely remembered the taste, her lips gave him the incentive to remember. The heady sensation went straight to his head.

And straight to his groin.

Staving off the growing ache, he feasted, careful not to startle her, to let her wits surface enough to recognize his liberties. He wasn't foolish enough to think she wouldn't break the kiss if he gave her sufficient cause. She wasn't like the women he knew in the past, especially not with Hecate in her mind. She was not a simple girl, but a woman and she fitted very well, supple and curvaceous in his arms. How well she was fitting, how tempting her curves were, locked hard against him, registered in every crevice of his mind, they raised his lust to new heights. The soft, touch of her hair, a warm, living veil drifting over the backs of his hands, and the perfume - wildflowers, the promise of spring converted lust to pain.

It was Ethan who pulled back and ended the kiss - it was that, or suffer worse agony. To have her so close, at the tip of his fingers and to have to let her go, untouched at that, is more than any man or god can take and he knew she wouldn't just give herself to him now, merely ten feet away from the crowd where his brother waited for their return.

He needed to show her he's in the game, to put her mind toward what they could have and not just what Apollo had to offer her. He wanted to be a real contender for her heart and he wasn't about to let his jealousy be the reason why he pushes her out her comfort zones. And, despite the intimate caresses they'd exchanged, he knew she wasn't that sort of a girl. He'd breached her walls by sheer brazen recklessness, evoked by her command to put her down. Right now, he'd like to lay her down, but that, he knew, wasn't going to happen.

He raised his head, slowly putting her down.

"I believe I asked you to put me down, not attack my lips." Y/N straightened her back, pushing hard against the mist that fogged her thinking. It took her a moment to sharpen her tongue, but even so, Ethan found it to be cute more than intimidating. Like a kitten pretending to be a tiger.

"And I did. Eventually." Ethan smirked, avoiding to look at her for even a moment stolen would lead him to take in her soft, rosy, swollen lips and that would drive him mad as his desire for her still hadn't gone down and the tightness of his pants and the pain that brings him is a good reminder of such facts.

"You stole a kiss, just as Grayson did. That doesn't make you any better." She hissed, trying to walk past him. A hand on her forearm stops her, the warmth of his touch making her frown as it's inviting, disarming.

"Maybe so. But it doesn't change the fact I gave you a chance to push me away and instead you pulled me in. You enjoyed the kiss." Ethan states, watching her cheeks turn darker even in the night with the moon being his only source of light.

"Maybe so, but that doesn't change the fact that I'd have enjoyed it more had you any decency to ask." She ripped her arm out his hold, walking away without so much as a glance his way. Ethan didn't fear her rage, knowing she just needs a moment alone to collect her thoughts and impressions. He was sure he wanted to tell the truth soon though, so she could judge him properly and perhaps even understand his actions better.

She walked past Grayson without so much as a glance, heading straight to her Kappa sisters. Alyssa could tell something happened and upon examining her lips, it became more of a question of who happened. While Y/N talked in hush voices with her friends, the guys returned to their house - one defeated and the other blatantly bragging about what he had won.

Until Apollo pushed Hermes so hard he banged his head on a desk Y/N set her laptop on.

"All of this crap is your fault!" Apollo is angry and not only about his brother fondling the woman he feels for, but for what is happening to his Sun. She's being eclipsed and he can't seem to fight it no matter what he does. It's bad enough she seems to have a faulty DNA sequence meant to code her survival instincts, but that he can protect her from. What he can't do anything about is an ancient, mythological daughter of two titans that clearly has an agenda.

"How is this my fault?" Hermes sneers, speaking through gritted teeth, his eyes aflame with slithering rage.

"Hecate was your wife after all. She's taking vengeance on you by torturing Y/N." Apollo snaps, his fists hard at his sides, nails breaking skin of his palms.

Hermes shakes his head, rolling his eyes in disdain.

"Ours was an arranged marriage orchestrated by the gods. Had she not helped with Persephone, she would have remained a common witch. Once father gave her immortality and a place in our ranks, there was no choice." Hermes clicks his tongue, leaning back against a wall next to the window Apollo used to spy on Y/N.

"She loved you. We all knew it, but you didn't care. You cheated on her countless times." Apollo points out, annoyed by his brother's refusal to admit his past actions are why the woman they both harbored feelings for is now suffering.

"She was a suitable pair, but if she made the mistake of loving a god who was ordered to love her back, that's on her. Plus, I'm certain being cast out of Mount Olympus was clearly our divorce. I can't change the past, brother. I never loved Hecate, but I don't think I can ever say the same for Y/N. I desire her more than immortality." A tint of despair colors his voice, confirming his words without doubt.

"That was clear to me once you set the Kappa house on fire." Apollo chuckles, about to admit he too fell victim to this unusual mortal's charms.

But the door slamming open stopped his confession and nearly stopped his beating heart as well.

"HE DID WHAT?"

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