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kingzombear · 3 months
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Hiiiii here's a cute lil Ragapom comic commission I recently did for @pixie-inkk 's Cursed Monsters AU!
Sapphic Medusa x Blind Girlfriend trope my beloved (check out @ask-gorgon-ragatha , hehe 🐍)
Had Gaga on loop drawing this lol. Enjoy the Yuri 👭🏳️‍🌈
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clacy2812 · 25 days
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Garden
Fact about G!Phil is that any plant he walks upon would wither away. G!Trix doesn't like buildings but seeing how Phil was worried about her flowers, she decides to make a padio.
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eraenaa · 1 month
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Stereotypical (Demi-God AU)
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Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite
Synopsis: The daughter of Aphrodite falls for one of the sons of Ares— the second coming of their parents. 
Warnings:  Mature, 18+, Dry Humping, Semi-Public Relations, Not Proofread
Word Count: 2, 720
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It’s stereotypical, you were aware—a whole cliche. But what were you to do when you realized that you were growing attracted to one of the sons of your mother’s past paramours? It did not help that he was the strongest fighter in camp— the most mysterious and illusive Demi-God there. You watch him by the benches whilst you sit and chat with one of the daughters of the Goddess Demeter, Helaena. “You’re staring at him again,” She teased as her fingers twirled the stem of a dandelion whose buds she blew away. You rolled your eyes and shifted your gaze, denying the accusation. “Just speak to him; I’m sure he won’t be as standoffish as he seems.” Helaena hummed, but you shook your head. 
“What are you two talking about?” Aegon, the son of Dionysus, appeared, seemingly intoxicated, even though wine was banned from camp. “No— let me guess,” he quickly said. “I’m guessing… the brooding swordsman? Hm?” He asked you, and you felt color bloom on your cheeks. Were you that obvious? You groaned and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear in frustration. “I do not understand! They… usually fall at my feet, trying to get my attention! But not him,” You complained, making Aegon and Helaena smile in amusement at the expense of your irritation. “Whatever, I’m going for a walk,” You grumbled and stood, trying hard not to let your gaze fly over to Aemond, who trained with a sword. 
You find yourself in the woods, threading closer to the lake where you often stare at your reflection in the water. You took in a deep breath and stared at your face blessed by your mother— the prettiest girl in camp, they say. You attracted all sorts of attention, good and bad, but the only attention you wanted was never bestowed upon you. He denied you of his lone gaze. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” You hear a voice ask. You sighed and cast your gaze upward, landing on Jacaerys, son of Hephaestus. “Hello, Jacaerys,” You say politely. 
“Do you mind if I join you?” He asked, dark eyes hopeful. “I… I’d actually prefer to be alone right now,” You reasoned. Watching his face drop. You sigh; if only Aemond were this excited to be in your presence. “Oh,” Jacaerys said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’ll see you at dinner, Jace,” You give him a fleeting smile, and you thank the gods that he actually took the hint and left. You returned to stare at yourself, trying to define which aspect you could improve upon, highlighting them in hopes that it would catch the attention of one of the sons of the God of War. 
“What are you doing?” A different voice asked, a reflection joining yours on the surface of the water. You yelped and backed away in surprise. “Gods, Aemond,” You said as he finally cast his eye upon you. “What were you doing?” He asked once again, leading out his hand to assist you to stand. “Staring at myself,” You mumbled, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as he caught you. You hear him scoff, “Of course,” He said and let go of your hand that tingled from touching his. “Best you be reminded by the fate of Narcissus,” Aemond stated. You bit back your tongue; this is what you wanted. He was speaking to you— his attention on you, but now it came; why were you frozen as if you had gazed at Medusa? 
“Do you not have to train?” You asked Aemond as you perched yourself upon a log near the river banks. You watch him take a pebble into his fingers, skipping it on the water. “I’ve just finished,” he said and moved to take a seat next to you. You took your lower lip between your teeth as you felt your shoulders brush, the heat of him reaching you. “What do you think we’re doing here?” You suddenly ask as both of you stare off into the orange sun that reflects on the lake. “What do you mean? We’re here to train. We’re here for protection from the outside world.” Aemond stated the obvious, but you shook your head. “Train for what?” You asked, “A war.” 
“Is there one?” Your eyes locked upon his. “I… I just do not understand why I was brought here,” You confessed as you saw the confusion in his lilac orb. “They say the world of mortals was filled with danger— but mine wasn’t. I was living comfortably— I do not understand why my mother had summoned me if I am not to do anything here,” 
“The gods have a purpose in every action they make— even if we do not understand it,” You hummed at his statement. “Do you truly believe that?” Aemond looked at you with a question once more. “I just… feel like we’re pawns being played here— born to do their bidding. We make the sacrifices; they get the glory.  I just think that the minuscule scrap of recognition they throw is not at all  worth it.” You saw a smirk rising to his lips despite the seriousness you posed. “What?” Aemond shakes his head; you feel him inch his way closer to you. “My sister seems to think that you’re filled with air in that pretty little head of yours,” You blinked at his statement; should you be offended or flattered?
“And do you agree?” You ask, fearing for his statement. Aemond hummed, gazing at your face. It was the first time in your life that you felt insecure under someone’s gaze— the first time you felt fear that someone might not think you agreeable and comely. “I agree with her when she said that you were pretty… very pretty,” You bit your cheeks as his eyes flew to your blushed cheeks and then ever so quickly to your lips. “But, no, she was completely mistaken to underestimate you,” You feel your lips twitch, catching Aemond’s attention. You inch towards him, your desires swirling with your assumptions. Aemond stayed rooted where he sat; he did not lean in, nor did he pull away. When your nose brushed, you hear him take in a harsh breath. “We should head back,” he said and pulled away, leaving you confused and overly embarrassed and rejected. 
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You were so close— you took the courage to move first. It was all Aemond wanted— all that he had dreamed of. All his offerings to the gods were for this moment, which was why he was greatly disappointed and infuriated with himself when he backed away and left like a coward. It was too much— it was so much more than he could handle. Ever since you’ve arrived at camp, all he did was try and keep your attention on him. He trained day and night, purposefully choosing grounds where you would pass by. He would relish with each moment that he would feel your gaze upon him. Watching intently as he would fight and show off his skill, hoping that it would impress you. Knowing that it was how his father had caught the attention of your mother. 
Aemond’s eye would fly to you during dinner, you sitting with your brothers and sisters. There was no smile on your lips, unlike the previous nights; you sat limply and played with your food, your cheek resting on your palm as a pout formed itself on your luscious lips. What had he done? How could he subject the most beautiful girl his eye has ever seen to such a sullen state? Aemond dug his nails into his palms. You were the daughter of beauty and love, and he was the son of war and strife. He did not deserve anything so precious and delicate as you. He could only offer you ruin and struggle. The thought of bringing you conflict only fortified his decision to back away. To instead protect you from afar— to relinquish his desires to be with you, to hold you, kidding himself that gazing at you was enough. That simply looking at you had to be enough. 
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Days passed as both you and Aemond avoided each other. You, embarrassed by your wanting actions and him, controlling himself from giving in to his desires. You no longer watched as he would impressively train with the sword, and he would no longer silently trail you wherever you went. Aemond only picked specific moments to follow you and made certain that no danger would find you— even though the two of you were in the safety of camp where no danger could reach, Aemond was just simply cautious. 
You traded the lake for the beach. Walking alone on the sanded path, the moonlight shining bright atop the water. Your mind consistently loops your foolish actions, making you cringe at yourself. You called for your mother the other night, trying to find guidance or perhaps comfort, as rejection did not sit well with you. The thought of someone not falling for your charms when everyone so easily did, scared you. She ignored your offerings and pleas, leaving you to face your confusion and fears by yourself, only solidifying your beliefs that you and all the children in this camp were simply pawns by the gods. Expected to answer their call when it first rings whilst they constantly ignore yours.
You sighed heavily, staring off into the sea where your mother was born. Stepping foot into the water, you tried to connect with the woman who disrupted your peaceful, mortal life only to bring you here and ignore you. You took deep breaths, walking deeper into the water, not caring that you were still clothed as you submerged yourself in the sea. Aemond watched by the shore, battling with himself if he should follow. When you disappeared under the water, with each passing second, you did not emerge; it only put forth fear in the bravest demi-god in camp. 
Aemond shook his head and ran to the sea, diving to where you disappeared only to catch you resurface, shocked as you realized his presence had joined you. “Aemond,” You breathed out, wiping away the salt water from your eyes, the boy holding your arm, the waves pushing him closer to you. “What… what were you doing?” He asked, concern lacing his deep, silky voice. “I wanted to swim,” You reasoned, hoping that the water would clean you from embarrassment and shame. You feel his eye grow downward, looking at the clothes you fashioned. “In your night dress?” He asked, the silk fabric thin, the cool water clinging to your body. “It was a spontaneous decision,” You mumbled, your gaze shifting away from him as your cheeks heated. The both of you floating in the sea. 
“Why are you here?” you asked, realizing that he had gone in the water, fully clothed as well. You met his eye, the sapphire orb shifting around. His thin, pink lips parted as he tried to find a reason. “I… I—“ You bit your lip, as you had never seen him so flustered. The most fearsome son of Ares is at a loss for words when faced with the prettiest daughter of Aphrodite. 
Aemond stayed silent, only the crashing of waves reaching your ears. It took a while for the both of you to realize that you floated in each other’s arms— the past events of the other day returning to your mind, both making you conscious. “I’m sorry about the other day,” You whispered as you saw it best to address your actions in order for the both of you to forget it and your mind to free you from the torment of your idiotic presumption. “It was wrong for me to assume… I have misread your intentions and made you uncomfortable; I apologize.” You say sincerely. 
You hear Aemond sigh, the waves pushing your bodies closer together, his breath fanning your face, your scent invading his senses. “You did not misread anything,” He admitted. Making your brows furrow. “I… I wanted you to kiss me, wished for it for a while now.” He confessed with a small smile, trying to lighten the tense air with his rare but charming smile. “Oh,” was all you could say as you tried to comprehend his words. “Then why… “ you trailed as you had trouble wording out what had transpired in the lake. Aemond sighed, and you stilled as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, flushing your bodies together as the both of you floated. The moonlight lighted your face, illuminating his silver hair as well as your milky skin. “I got scared,” He admitted, daring to cup your cheek. Your skin was soft against his calloused palm. 
“You? Got scared? The favored son of the god of war got scared by the prospect of a kiss?” You asked in confusion, resting your hands on his shoulders. You hear him let out a small chuckle. “I was only frightened because it was you who I would be kissing,” He stated, caressing your cheek. “The most beautiful girl I was ever blessed to see… now, I hope you’d understand why I panicked,” Aemond smiled as the blush on your cheeks deepened. You set your gaze downward, staring at the water that sparkled under the silver light. Your heart stilled when you felt Aemond place a finger under your chin to raise your gaze once more, finally having the courage to place his lips against yours. 
Aemond wanted to be slow and cautious, to not frighten or pressure you to succumb to all his desires. But as a sigh left your throat when your lips finally met, all restraint he had disappeared. Pulling you impossibly closer to him, making you wrap your legs around him, letting your arms cling to him. Deepening your kiss, his tongue asked for entrance, which you were hesitant to give but relished the feeling when you did. Aemond’s chest rumbled with a sound as you accidentally nipped his lip, enjoying your mistake that only fueled his desires further. 
You pulled away from him, suddenly feeling cautious as the both of you were being so intimate in such an open space where anyone could see. You tried to speak reason, to speak caution that the both of you may be caught, but as Aemond placed his lips on your neck, kissing it and leaving his marks, you no longer had the capacity to speak. Pleasure freezing your mind at the new sensation. Aemond hummed as he heard your heavy breathing, your sweet taste mixing with the salted water as he indulged in the feel of your skin. Aemond closed his eye tightly as you, who had your legs wrapped around his torso started to move your hips. Squirming as you felt urgency for something you were yet to know consuming you. 
Aemond’s hand moved downwards from your waist to your bottom, cupping them and aiding your movements that sought for friction. You let go of a shaky breath against his lips, your eyes looking deeply at his sapphire eye that turned dark and glazed with deeper desires and restraint. “Aemond,” You whimpered, filled with anticipation of what was to come. You ground your hips further, making him utter a foul word and turn his head to the heavens. Aemond moved one hand to cup your cheek, bringing you closer to kiss your lips once more. “I… I— Aemond,” was all you could utter as you were uncertain what the sensation was building inside you. It was sharp and urgent and pleasurable— an odd mix. “Are you to come, my pretty girl? Hm?” Aemond gritted as his hips met yours. He bent his head down and placed a kiss atop your chest; his head felt light at the whimpers of his name that your mouth spewed. 
“Aemond!” You shrieked as all finally fell, your body feeling alight as you came at the sensation of riding against the boy you had desired for long. Aemond gritted out your name as he, too, came, spilling himself in his trousers. You hummed as he kissed you again, tasting him and the sea that was witness to your desires and pleasures being fed. 
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Sequel: Jealousy, Jealousy
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lotuslate · 9 months
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My submission for @noxetlux-zine 🌞
My idea for celestial beings Wangxian was Apollo!LWJ and Hermes!WWX, check out my twitter for the full nsfw piece 🌝
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officialdaydreamer00 · 4 months
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𝙴𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚄𝙼
"The final resting place of heroes and the virtuous.
When the concept of reincarnation gained currency in the classical world, the two Elysian realms were sometimes tiered — a soul which had won passage three times to the netherworld Elysium would, with their fourth death, be transferred to the Islands of the Blessed to dwell with the heroes of myth for all eternity.
Blessed be, the destination of two fated lovers..."
finally closing the book, you let out a soft sigh. it wasn't that you didn't enjoy mythology stories like such, far from it exactly. yet somehow, it always gave you a sense of familiarity, as if you had been through it before.
you shook your head. mythology were just stories people of ancient civilisations made up for their beliefs, of course. that was just a silly thought you had, right?
... right?
you felt a pair of arms snaked around your waist, warm and gentle as if you were made from porcelain. a familiar scent that belonged to your beloved, the comfort of which your confused soul sought for. lips leaving a fleeting kiss to your tensed neck, murmuring a voice, beautiful and soothing, you yearned to hear.
"i'm home."
right, you smiled. it didn't matter much, as long as he was still by your side.
"welcome home."
as long as your bond still prevailed.
your fated, your beloved.
𝙴𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚄𝙼 — 𝙰 200+ 𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃
(From 20th to 30th of November)
— by Lovejoy Studios
A Twisted Wonderland AU sets in an inestimable timeline, where the gods are very much real. And you, dear one, and your beloved are reunited at last, after centuries old of godly tragedies.
𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝:
In Elysium, you may decide who shall play the god, and who shall play the human. Of course, both can be gods, or both can be humans.
I unfortunately cannot stop the tragedies you might have faced in your first lives, though, for Greek mythology shows no mercy for its heroes. That, dear one, you have to figure out yourself.
𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜:
• You have to reblog this post, and spread the word to the best of your abilities. The more people who knows, the more effective it shall be.
• Seek the Oracle of Delphi and tell her your wishes. You may need to specify your beloved one, and a scenario you had in mind, else the Oracle would tell you a... less than appeal vision. However, if that is what you wanted, then I will not stop you.
• Examples of what your ask should be like:
"What is my destiny with Malleus Draconia? Would it end with us happily in love and dancing the night away under the night sky?"
or
"Tell me my destiny with Jade Leech. Would he truly be my fated one, had we ended up like Theseus and Ariadne?"
Be as creative and detailed as you wish, dear one. I am not here to hinder you from finding your destined end.
May the Fates be kind to you.
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format is inspired by the great mage of misery, @ceruleancattail
🏷️ @azulashengrottospiano @aqua-beam @siren-serenity @dove-da-birb @shinysparklesapphires @vioisgoinginsane @shyhaya @hisui-dreamer @axvwriter @names-are-dumb @leonistic @iseethatimicy @cecilebutcher @moonlit-midnight @krenenbaker @ryker-writes @cookiesandbiscuits @minimallyminnie @xen-blank @cave-of-jade @mermaidfanficlibrary @taruruchi @thehollowwriter @edith-is-apparently-a-cat @wordycheesecake @enigmatic-pers @jaylleoo14
note: i might not write for characters i find hard to characterise correctly (i.e. pomefiore trio, jamil, leona) but i will try my best to
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bit-dodgy-innit · 11 months
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Heaven Sent You to Me
Pairing: Apollo (who happens to look exactly like Orestes in Agora) x fem!reader
Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!
Word Count: 3.8k
TW/CW: umm we all know Greek Mythology is like screwed up right? So there’s mean patriarchal men in this, a bit of power play between Apollo and reader, innocence!kink, oral (f!receiving), PinV sex, loss of virginity, talk of pregnancy
A/N: YES I AM AWARE THAT I SHOULD BE WRITING THE MORE THE MERRIER OR ANSWERING THE OTHER 87 ASKS IN MY INBOX BUT MY MUSE IS FICKLE OKAY? She said “Oscar as Apollo or no words at all” so here we are 🤷‍♀️ I watched The Two Faces of January last week and kept thinking that Oscar looks like a Greek god and @lovely-cryptid ‘s greek mythology AU lives rent free in my head and I couldn’t help myself…
Also the title is a lyric from an Ariana Grande because I have fully reverted ten years writing a Greek Mythology AU for my fandom du jour with a song lyric title bc I'm ~artsy~
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You should have known he was a god. The way his fingers seemed to fly over the strings of his lyre. That enchanting, mellifluous voice. The smile that shone brighter than the sun itself. You’d encountered him in the woods behind the temple consecrated to him for Zeus’s sake.
Though who could blame you for assuming he was a mortal man? What would a god, an Olympian, want with you – an unimportant peasant in a small, unimportant village? He’d appeared to you as a mortal, a beautiful, alluring one, but a mortal. In fact, he’d been rather short in stature. Apollo’s affairs and exploits were famous, nay infamous, and even now it seemed impossible to reconcile the man who had spoken to you with such sweetness, who had wrung ebullient laughter, as well as previously unimaginable pleasure, from you was the mighty god you and your family had worshiped since time immemorial.
The revelation that you had lain with the god of light, music, medicine, the averter of evil, had been one that raced your head endlessly over the past few days, but it never failed to send a shiver down your spine. You instantly conjured the broad, chiseled planes of his body, so starkly contrasted with the gentle way he’d made love to you. When you revealed that you were a virgin, he was tender with you. Fragments of memories flashed in your mind’s eye but the one that oddly lingered the longest, and the most vividly, was the sweep of his thick, dark lashes across his high cheekbone when his eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy as he met his release. He had been the portrait of pleasure and beauty. You were truly a naive fool for not realizing the divinity in front of you in that moment.
“We must pray that you conceive,” your mother had declared. “You have already secured our family great status, but a demigod? Dmitri, can you imagine?”
Despite her praise, your cheeks burned in shame when she turned to your father for his reaction. You detested how openly and calculated this very intimate, typically private event in your life was being discussed. No one was supposed to know. Yet your sister had found the blood stains on your chiton while laundering it, and she’d coaxed the details out of you.
“Did it hurt?” she whispered.
“No.”
Her brows furrowed, “But you bled. It always hurts. It hurt my first time.”
“I…I don’t know. It didn’t. There was a–,” you blushed bright red and lowered your voice even further, “–a stretch, but it was pleasurable. I didn’t notice the blood until you did.”
Your sister was not willing to let it go. A trait among the women in your family that you’d failed to inherit.
“Well, how large was he?”
“Caris,” you urged her to stop. Yet, you knew your plea was useless, so you quickly approximated your lover’s size with your hands.
“Oh that definitely should have hurt!” Caris squawked in disbelief.
“I’m not talking about this anymore!” you proclaimed.
And that really should have been the end of it. Yet when you, Caris, and your parents made your weekly tribute at Apollo’s temple the following day the priests and acolytes were all abuzz. The god had appeared yesterday.
Initially, you had been as exhilarated as the rest of them, yet your stomach dropped and face blanched as the priest who had seen Apollo described him. Inky curls, olive skin, dark eyes with a strong brow and prominent nose. The god possessed an undoubtedly commanding presence, but there was a playfulness, an exuberance to him.
You and Caris traded bewildered glances. The priest’s depiction of Apollo matched up rather perfectly with Phoebus, the young man you’d stumbled across when you’d decided to take a walk through the forest rather than immediately returning home after your visit to the temple.
“It’s him,” she asserted lowly as you all headed back home.
“Shhhh,” you tried to speed up and away from her, a stupid idea because Caris had longer legs than you. When she inevitably caught up with you two seconds later, you insisted, “Don’t be silly.”
“Apollo is the god of healing and diseases. Is it really so far-fetched to believe that he could minimize any pain for his lovers? Especially the virgins?”
“Caris! Enough!”
The vehemence of your demand had caught your mother’s attention. While in the moment you were able to extinguish any suspicions she had, eventually Caris’s big mouth betrayed you. You had expected her to rage. To punish you. You, an unmarried, unbetrothed woman, had engaged in an activity that was the most important gift in your dowry to your future husband. You readied yourself for the insults and reproaches your mother would hurl at you for becoming damaged goods as a marriage prospect.
Yet, she all but kissed your feet when she found out. She rejoiced, then immediately marched you back to the temple to meet with the clerics. That was when the humiliation began. You were examined to ensure that you had in fact been deflowered. As if that hadn’t been degrading enough, you then were stripped and prayed over for hours, leering men begging Apollo for a sign to confirm that you were indeed the one the god had chosen to ravish. The manner in which the priests brusquely groped and prodded at you couldn’t have been more different than the way the deity himself had treated you, the god they claimed to serve.
When a sign didn’t immediately appear, doubt had set in. A mortal woman winning the attention of their patron god was the most momentous thing to happen in your village in generations, so if you were lying? Eternal shame. For you and your family.
You were kept overnight in the temple in a nicely appointed room, but forbidden to see anyone. You cried yourself to sleep, yet much to your relief, at dawn, Apollo provided the confirmation the priests needed and you were allowed to go. Of course, by the time you returned home, everyone knew.
After having a bit of time to contemplate it, you realized that it wasn't so much the fact that every single person in your life began treating you differently that unmoored and overwhelmed you, it was how swiftly it had all happened. It hadn’t been your choice.
You were required at the temple daily now for rituals. Thankfully, the fact you’d lain with a god disqualified you from becoming an acolyte, you were still needed for “veneration” purposes. You soon deduced this meant that the priests simply wanted to keep you around to curry favor with Apollo.
You hated it. You were the only one present in the chamber currently who had ever meaningfully interacted with the deity, yet you were reduced to a glorified altar ornament for their rites.
The only way to weather these hours-long sessions was to recall what brought you here in the first place. You retreated into your memory of that fateful afternoon when you met Apollo.
It’d been a beautiful day, and you were more at ease in nature. The hustle and bustle of the village and the imposing columns of the temple felt suffocating to you.
You’d heard him first before you saw him. The most beautiful music wafted toward you. You couldn’t have turned away if you’d wanted to. It was as if the mixture of the melody he played and the tune he sang had entranced your feet to carry you to the source of the sound. You hadn’t heard the song before, but inexplicably, it had an odd air of familiarity within your ears.
The sight of him initially seemed to be a joke. He had to be a mirage of some sort. A song so gorgeous coming from a man who was even more dazzling? Had you tripped and hit your head on your stroll from the temple? Surely you were dreaming.
His song ceased when he sensed your presence.
“I’m sorry,” your apology tumbled from your lips at once. “Please don’t stop on my account, I didn’t mean to–I’ll leave. I apologize for intruding.”
Before you could tuck and run, he called to you.
“Don’t! There’s no need.”
You froze, and slowly pivoted back to face him. He’d gotten closer to you, which was terrible for your clarity of mind. In addition to his good looks, he radiated an irresistible air of power, and his proximity only compelled you to submit to it more.
“Thank you.”
Suddenly, the man before you turned boyish and shy before he queried, “Would you like to hear more?”
“Please.”
It was the first time you were treated to his smile. It reduced you to a blushing fool with a startling amount of efficiency.
He motioned to a nearby boulder for you to take a seat on. You obeyed instantly. He took his place on a nearby log and resumed plucking at his lyre.
His song was haunting, beguiling, and hopeful all at once. His voice lilted over the lyre’s strings. He sang in a language you didn’t understand, and couldn’t begin to identify, but you were captivated all the same.
You were slightly embarrassed, though not at all surprised, that there were tears staining your cheeks when he concluded.
He grinned dopily when he saw you dabbing at your eyes, “That bad, huh?’
“Stop,” You chuckled through your tears. “You have a gift.”
He shrugged off your compliment with a frustrating amount of nonchalance.
You needed to know more about this mysterious man. “I’ve never seen you before.”
“I’m merely passing through.”
“Are you a minstrel then?”
He smirked as if you’d said something inadvertently humorous to him. “I suppose you could call me that.”
“Well, what should I call you then?”
“Phoebus.”
“Have you traveled much, Phoebus?” you inquired.
“I have.”
“Could you tell me about the places you’ve been? I’ve never left this utterly boring village.”
“I will, if you tell me what keeps you here. Is it your village’s association with the deity?”
You cocked your head in confusion. It was an odd question to you. You strove to answer diplomatically, “While I wouldn’t say that Apollo is driving me away, I wouldn't say he’s keeping me here either.”
Again, that secretive little smirk tugged at the corners of Phoebus’s quite luscious mouth. “I see. He’s vastly overrated isn’t he?”
“Oh I wouldn’t go so far to say that!” you attempt to course-correct. “We’re blessed with his patronage.”
A mischievous glint danced behind Phoebus’s dark, magnetic eyes. “Say no more. Now, where do you want to hear about first?”
He proceeded to regale you with tales of the most wondrous places. Of seas and mountains and monsters and the divine. You got lost within his stories. You wished you could live within them.
It had seemed like the most natural thing in the world to accompany him on a stroll when he suggested it. Typically warnings would blare in your head - you must not stray any further with this handsome stranger, he could sully you, or worse, harm you, but you felt entirely safe with Phoebus. At the time, it had been impossible to put your finger on why you’d felt so. Now, it was abundantly clear: you’d been in the presence of one of the most powerful creatures in all of existence. Still, he chatted and wandered with you in a remarkably similar manner to mortal men your age.
When you two came across a river and Phoebus proposed a swim, your cheeks had burned with sheepishness. He hadn’t mocked or derided you, he simply offered to turn away while you undressed and submerged yourself into the water to afford you some modesty. However, Phoebus hadn’t been quite as bashful as you had been when disrobing. In fact, the flourish with which he all but flung off his chiton led you to believe he wanted you to watch him, rather than avert your eyes like you immediately did once you realized what he was doing. You hadn’t been quick enough however, and had caught a delectable glimpse of his toned chest, thick thighs, and what you deduced was a well-endowed groin.
You only dared look back up when you heard the splash signaling his entrance into the river. He resurfaced with his black curls matted and slicked back against his skull, an impish grin on his lips. He reached for you and you floated to him without hesitation. The feel of his bare skin against yours was intoxicating.
“I want to kiss you,” he murmured, even though you two were the only people around for at least a mile.
“You may,” you granted him permission in a similarly hushed tone.
Your lips drifted together, and then it was as if you had become a feral animal let out of its cage. You couldn’t get enough. Your lips moved against his ravenously, your legs wrapping around his torso on instinct when he moved toward the river’s bank. While the press of his arousal against your hip was certainly a foreign sensation, you weren’t afraid. He deposited you on the warm silt for a moment before retrieving your tunic and laying it under you, a makeshift bed for what was about to come.
It was then that you confessed. You didn’t know what to expect once the words left your mouth - judgment, indifference, a perverse excitement - but Phoebus smiled softly, and nodded his head, as if he’d expected it.
“Then I shall show you how beautiful pleasure can be,” he vowed.
He took his time, dipping his head between your breasts to mouth at your pert nipples, then lower to between your legs. When the tip of his nose drew a featherlight line along the seam of your sex, you gasped. You may have been a virgin, but you weren't totally naive. Caris had been betrothed recently and regaled you constantly about her rendezvous with her soon-to-be husband, but she had never mentioned this. It was as if Phoebus was sending you flying through the clouds, straight to Olympus, with only his tongue. Your fingers had wound into his damp curls to hold on for dear life as you fell apart for him.
It wasn’t until your pleasure crested that he slid a thick, suspiciously uncalloused finger through your folds and pressed it inside. He cooed comforts to you when you tightened around him, your body’s first reaction to try and expel the intrusion. One digit became two, and after a while, he guided your hand to manhood, showing you how to grip him, coaxing and coaching you on how to bring him back to hardness.
Caris had always advised you to shut your eyes and not to look at a man’s member for too long, since it wasn’t the most pleasant of sights. She was wrong in this instance. Every bit of Phoebus was mesmerizing, and his erect cock was no different from the rest of him. His encouragements echoed in your ears as if he was speaking them to you in the present.
“Yes, that’s it sunshine,” he’d panted, “You can grip me tighter, oh, that is lovely. You are a fast learner, aren’t you? I’m going to make you feel so very good.”
Becoming one had been the most intense sensation you had ever endured. It was all too much, yet you wanted more. You keened when Phoebus had draped your legs over his broad shoulders to penetrate you deeper, your skin suddenly feeling too tight. It was too much, it was too much, you’d chanted to yourself. Phoebus’s girth was unrelenting, but at the same time you never wanted it to end.
Your lover was an attuned one, so when he observed that the position was perhaps too vigorous for his little virgin, he’d rolled you over so you were straddling his ample hips and speared on his desire.
“Here, grasp onto my shoulders,” he instructed you, “so you can control the depth and the pace, yes?”
Phoebus had long fucked the words out of you, so your reply came as a breathless, frantic nod. You wished to thank him, truly, you couldn’t have asked for a more considerate man to share this with for the first time. Instead, you did as he said and found a tempo and pattern of undulating your hips against his that suited you.
Phoebus couldn’t help himself, he began meeting your pelvis, thrusting up into you. You howled in pleasure, and his gaze instantly searched out yours to confirm those were good sounds instead of pained ones. He didn’t look away once he had found the answer he was hoping for in your eyes. Those deep brown irises had bore into yours, and the longer you looked into them, the more convinced you were they held galaxies.
You were so caught up in Phoebus’s gaze that you didn’t notice he’d snuck a hand in between your bodies until the pad of his finger connected with your sensitive bud.
“There you go sunshine, let go for me, you can let go.”
You felt as if you were going to explode out of your body as Phoebus continued to repeat those sweet-nothings as if they were a prayer.
“Let go for me darling, I know you can, let go–”
“You may go.”
The high priest's imperious tone snapped you out of your reverie. No longer were you in the forest with Phoe–Apollo, but rather the towering temple consecrated to him. Your relief that you could leave superseded your annoyance at being interrupted. You desperately needed to return to the privacy of your bedroom for a bit of self-relief.
Perhaps it was because you were in such a rush that you didn’t initially notice him as you flew out of the side entrance of the temple. It was his voice that stopped you.
“You’re not with child.”
“Holy Hera! You frightened me!” You put a hand to your chest to calm your beating heart.
“So you can stop fretting." Clearly, Apollo wasn’t particularly remorseful about the scare he'd given you. "Though to be honest, I’m surprised you’re relieved. Most women, beings far more divine than yourself, are usually thrilled to carry my offspring. They clamber for the chance and flaunt their bellies if they conceive.”
“I…I could not withstand the attention, I do not think. Nor the pomp and the responsibility.”
“The priests would help with the burden.”
“Yes but the child’s father wouldn’t,” you pointed out. “As great an honor to mother a demigod would be, I would prefer a…someone to experience it all with.”
Apollo nodded. “That I could not give you.”
“I know,” There was no resentment or disappointment in your voice. “I would never expect you to.”
“That must be why I yearn for you still,” Apollo mused, “why I cannot stay away.”
“I...my family is expecting me.”
Apollo was not accustomed to being refused. He fixed you with a look of amused incredulity after you spoke.
“I do not want them to know. Or anyone for that matter.” You realized how ungrateful you sounded. To spurn a god was to write your own death sentence. “Not that I don’t desire you, or that I wish to disregard your desires–”
“You want me all to yourself.” When you opened your mouth to amend his statement, he stopped you. “It’s alright. I want you all to myself too.”
“You have me,” you averred. “However, when the priests and my mother get involved…”
“I understand. I do not wish for fanfare either.” He pulled you close to him. Your breath hitched at the press of his hardness into your hip through both of your chitons.
Your mouths were millimeters apart. Instead of closing the distance, you asked, “Why did you tell me a false name when we first met?”
He smiled that bright, beatific grin that warmed you from the inside out. “I suppose for the same reason that you want to keep this a secret. If you believe your family is meddling, then mine is…”
Apollo didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to understand. You giggled, a sound he much enjoyed. At last, he captured your lips with his. Kissing Apollo melted you, you became a molten, liquid being when he pressed his lips to yours.
As transcendent as the kiss was, the god could feel that you were holding back. “What’s wrong, sunshine?”
You were not proud of the flip your stomach did at the pet name. Once you regained control of yourself, you replied, “Nothing, nothing at all. Forgive me.”
“Don’t apologize, simply tell me what is bothering you,” he countered, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.
When you hesitated, his fingers tilted your head up so your eyes met. “I won’t be angry.”
Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to voice your complaint. It was funny, you’d spent your entire life beseeching Apollo for this or that in the temple, yet when he was standing right in front of you, eager to know what troubled you, you couldn’t find the words.
“Why me?” It was a deflection from Apollo’s question, but still a valid inquiry.
He chuckled. “You’re asking me to apply logic to attraction, something inherently instinctual,” Apollo pointed out. “Though if I had to try to put reasoning to it, I would say it was because you are kind, beautiful, you have a tight, juicy little cunt…” he cupped your mound to demonstrate his point. You gasped at the contact. “...and when I’m with you, I feel the most like a mortal that I've felt in decades.”
Mortal? Was that a bad thing? Were you unintentionally insulting the deity?
Apollo was quick to assuage you, “I enjoy it, sunshine. The immediacy, the urgency. It’s refreshing. You’re refreshing.”
“Thank you,” you murmured. You sought to return his kind words but what was there to say? It was obvious why a mortal such as yourself would fall for a god.
“Now, I won’t ask again. What vexes you?’
“I…after we…our first meeting,” you struggled to select the right words, “the priests wanted to corroborate that we’d lain together, and their methods were…they were not very gentle.”
Your lover’s eyes turned stormy. No sooner had you told him did a crack sound from what you guessed was inside the temple.
“No, please! Don’t hurt anyone!” you begged him just as swiftly.
Apollo’s face softened slightly. “Even after they violated you, you show them compassion. I swear to you I won’t, however, I must ensure that you, and by extension, myself are treated with respect.”
“Of course,” you acquiesced. Gods were not known for their mercy, so the fact he was willing to compromise with you at all was a victory.
Apollo pulled you into another kiss that stole your breath. “If I cannot have you now…then tonight. When the moon peaks in the sky.”
“How will I find you?”
A smirk played across his lips. “Don’t fret, sunshine. I shall ensure it.”
A/N: Sooooo…what do we think?! 🫣 A little more flowery than my usual but I just had too much fun with this and now I have ideas for a few installments 🤦‍♀️
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twogoldenflowers · 11 months
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The snake hair teases. (Fanart for @turquoisespace35 's Huntlow Greek mythology AU!)
I got the idea for this after seeing a couple of turquoise's drawings that Hunter's snake hair can kinda have a mind of it's own, so bam now I made this.
I LOVE this AU and can't wait to see more of it. This is insanely creative!
I did struggle with Willow's pupils quite a bit but I'm happy with how it came out.
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WOMEN from HOUSE OF THE DRAGON as GREEK GODDESSES
rhaenys as athena // rhaenyra as niké // alicent as nemesis // baela as aglaia // helaena as themis // baela as artemis // aemma as eileithyia // mysaria as pheme // laena as bia
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The (gay) panic room OR don't frustrate Artemis with your bullshit for a thousand years
// AN: i'm back from my artblock, hopefully, and god i am so happy to slowly start sharing some new stuff again 🥺
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chapter one of my jegulus icarus x apollo au is here!!
i put my fucking heart and soul into this fic, and i really hope it shines through. it is a major passion project to me.
link!!
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gravitydefyinghair · 7 days
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Gotta say, with all the amazing art for the overlord!Husk AU it’s really got me thinking about the ever classic Hades/Persephone AU’s people do with certain ships. So of course here I am, thinking of Husk as Hades and Angel as Persephone.
Of course it would probably be a bit of a reverse. Given Husk and Angel’s canon relationship, this might be a “Persephone’s relentless pursuit of the reclusive and prickly Hades who is assumed to have been the instigator but really he’s just trying to get Persephone home without incident”.
Which just as a dynamic is good enough to stand on his own, but when you’re doing an AU of an AU, things get a little convoluted so stick with me here.
Instead of Angel’s mother keeping a tight hold on him, it’s obviously Valentino. Maybe he has some sort of business with Husk and Husk has some sort of beef with how Valentino’s handling things. Valentino is a big reason mortals are dying at the rate they are. Angel gets a good look of Husk putting him in his place and is like “well, the underworld can’t be THAT bad can it?” and follows Husk down without anyone seeing.
Angel had no idea what he’s just done.
Husk is panicking because no one can just leave Hades, Husk can barely leave Hades outside of specific circumstances. Angel clearly doesn’t have a care in the world about leaving though. He’s too busy asking a million questions and flirting with the (literally) deadliest god in the pantheon.
On the surface Valentino is throwing a fit for the ages. He assumes Husk took Angel to spite him so he’s now determined to make Husk’s life a living hell (ha) and is slaughtering mortals en masse to send Husk a message.
The message is heard loud and clear, but Husk can only return to the surface once a year and he’s just used up his visit so now he has to deal with Angel and the influx of souls until next year. Husk super doesn’t want to put up with this and pretty much shoves Angel onto the other chthonic gods to deal with. I imagine Vaggie may hold a similar position to Nyx, so she may try and show Angel exactly how the underworld works.
But what do you know, Angel actually really likes bothering Husk, so he keeps sneaking out from under the chthonic gods to find him.
And hey maybe Angel happens to have a solution to this soul overpopulation problem? (Cough it’s redemption lol)
Husk is running out of options so they give souls a chance to work towards better lives. Now there is no longer JUST Tartarus and Elysium but Asphodel, a realm between where you don’t have to be a despicable soul or a hero to go there. Just a person.
The year goes by pretty quick after that, and Angel has become so involved in Hades it’s become impossible to imagine it without him. But everyone in the underworld knows he’s going to have to leave, but no one wants to actually acknowledge it.
And Husk… really doesn’t want Angel to leave. Angel stopped trying to be who he thought Husk wanted him to be and started to be himself, and what do you know? Husk really likes this real Angel.
And Angel has never felt so safe somewhere. Sure there’s some things on the surface he misses… His sister for one. But she’s probably better off without him.
I imagine this is where the messenger god (niffty maybe?? That could be cute. She’s speedy enough for it.) comes down and tells them exactly how bad things have gotten. Mortals are suffering, Valentino has decided that if Angel doesn’t come back Molly will take his place, and the only way to solve any of it is for Angel to return to the surface.
And so now it’s as urgent as much as it’s dreaded.
Queue a heart to heart between Husk and Angel. Neither of them want to be separated. But they both know that whatever is between them doesn’t matter in the face of all the suffering they need to prevent.
But then someone comes up with a plan. Angel hasn’t eaten anything in Hades because he hasn’t been hungry. But what if he did? Husk is terrified to even offer, why trap Angel down here with him when he could be out in the sun with the people he cares about? Of course Angel isn’t nearly as hesitant… Except he can’t leave Molly to the fate he left behind.
It’s Vaggie who proposes the pomegranate seeds. It’s not dead, but it’s not yet alive. It’s a symbol of life not yet doomed to death. It’s of the underworld, but not poisoned with its gloom. Angel eats six, each one a month of the year.
I would love to not have to rehash every little bit of the Hades and Persephone myth lol but basically now Angel has to spend half a year in the underworld and the other half on the surface.
The seeds plant themselves inside him and now he IS of the underworld. Angel gains a whole new power he’s never had before as a ruler of Hades. The only god of the surface to voluntarily eat something of the underworld other than Husk. Husk was the god of jewels and riches before the god of the dead and it wasn’t a choice he got to make, just one that was forced on him.
And so when the day finally comes, Husk and Angel have only moments left together before they have to leave for the surface. Husk tells him how sorry he is that Angel was forced to do this. But Angel shuts him up real quick. Angel doesn’t see this as his freedom being taken, but his freedom being given back to him. This was the first thing Angel chose for himself in centuries and he has no regrets. He’s so fucking glad he chose Husk over whatever was waiting for him up there.
Angel confesses this whole thing was a last ditch effort, that if it hadn’t worked he would have given up godhood altogether and fell into the sea. He would have ended up in Hades either way, but this was by far the superior outcome.
Husk has absolutely nothing to say to that. No one has ever actively chosen him before. Angel still had someone up there who loves him and he still chose to tie himself to Husk and the underworld forever. Husk doesn’t kiss him in that moment, at least not on the lips. Instead he kissed one of Angel’s hands and looks up at him, because Husk is still a short king, and asks, “Would you stay with me? Would you continue to rule the land of the dead with me?”
And Angel says yes.
I realize this is not a very good 1 to 1 translation of the myth since I honestly could not see Valentino as the god of any sort of life or harvest like Demeter is. He might be more of a Dionysus figure where he’s all in favor of hedonism, particularly drugs and sex. And like Dionysus, he could have chosen a mortal and granted them godhood, as Dionysus did with Ariadne (a much more romantic situation in the actual myth). But Angel would refuse to leave his twin sister behind and so they are both granted godhood so long as Angel stays with Valentino, even as he becomes cruel.
So maybe Molly has taken on the role of Demeter, goddess of the harvest, and Angel becomes the god of Spring. With Angel gone and the threat of Valentino hanging over her, Molly may be unable to keep the summer going and fails to keep the crops growing. People starve. Winter comes early and stays long, only letting up the moment Molly sees her brother again.
And now that Angel is a ruler of Hades, Valentino doesn’t have the power or authority to control Angel anymore. Angel still cannot come and go as he pleases, he will always have to spend half the year below and half above, but the next year, instead of leaving his sister behind, Angel could bring her with him. The seasons change because there is no one to keep winter at bay while they’re below.
They return every year of course, Husk stays with them for as long as he can on the surface but he always has to return and wait. And then autumn arrives and Husk is the happiest being when that first leaf falls, waiting at the gates for his love to return to him.
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Dating tips 101 with Techno!
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eraenaa · 1 month
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Jealousy, Jealousy (Demi-God AU)
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Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite
Sequel to Stereotypical but could be read as a standalone.
Synopsis: It’s frustratingly hard to keep admirers and doubts away when you and your partner are the most attractive and powerful Demi-Gods in camp.
Warnings: Mature, 18+, P in V sex, Unprotected Sex, Semi-Public Relations, Jealousy, Not Proofread
Word Count: 3,358
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Aemond knew being with you, the prettiest girl in camp— whose beauty could almost rival Aphrodite’s would come with the pathetic adoration of other boys. He thought it would not bother him— that he was mature enough and secure enough in himself to remain un-phased, but he was sorely wrong. 
Ever since the both of you had confessed your mutual attraction, you had requested to keep your relations between the both of you. Fearing to be labeled that your relationship was stereotypical— that it was cliche for the both of you to thread the path once walked by your godly parents. Aemond was hesitant, he wanted to shout it through the whole of camp and Olympus that he has you— that he was blessed enough by the gods to be with you. But when you flashed Aemond a pleading look and took his calloused hands into yours, giving it a pleading squeeze… all he could do was sigh and agree to your request. His heart stuttered as you flashed him your gorgeous smile and kissed his lips in a quick peck. 
Aemond clenched his jaw as he trained once more; you were sitting by the bench minding your own business, adoringly watching him, when all of a sudden, a group of boys started to approach you and offered their adoration— as they always did. Aemond thought he was above jealousy. That his pride would not lower itself and fret over the attention of puny boys, but as Jacaerys boldly stepped closer to you and the sons of Apollo tried to get a hold of your hand, Aemond was possessed by the rage that consumed his father. 
He was ready to march over to where you were seated and challenge all the boys before you to a duel— he was ready to fight for your hand. To make it known to everyone that you were his. But you stood and gave them a polite smile before walking away, looking back at Aemond, a silent language in your eyes for him to follow you. Aemond dropped his sword and promptly left the training grounds.
You waited by a tree line for Aemond. Wanting to spend the afternoon with him in your private spot by the lake. You were hidden behind a willow tree, unknown by anyone.  As you hear footsteps approaching, you cannot help but grin and peek from behind the mossy tree trunk. However, your grin was quick to wilt when you saw Aemond being stopped and chatted by a daughter of Athena. Aemond had a reputation for being indifferent to everyone save you— so it bothered you terribly when you saw a small smile pass his lips whilst talking to one of the daughters of the goddess of wisdom. 
Your eyes narrowed, and your fists clenched at the unwelcome pitting of your heart. They say your mother was an overly jealous woman— you thought you would be saved from that trait, but you were sorely wrong. Your lips unconsciously pouted as you stomped away, disregarding your and Aemond’s silent agreement to meet by the lake, instead going to Helaena and Aegon to find comfort and distraction from the gnawing feeling inside you. 
Aemond waited by the lake until sundown. Sitting on a log, patiently waiting for you but you never came. Aemond confusedly went to dinner in search of you, but you were not there. He would pass his gaze to the table where your brothers and sisters sat, waiting for you to grace their presence— worrying him that you had skipped a meal. “Pathetic,” Aemond then heard his sister, who sat across from him, mutter under her breath, removing his gaze at the table you would usually be in. “What?” He asked. “You, you’re growing pathetic.” She said, “I hold you in high regard, brother— I used to understand why father favored you. But to watch you grow into a simpering simpleton for a girl? A daughter of Aphrodite, no less? It’s pathetic.” Aemond painted a confused, offended, and angered expression on his face. “What in the gods’ name are you saying?” He gritted out. His sister simply scoffed. “Did you truly think I would not notice? That she has you sneaking out in the middle of the night, breaking curfew as well— that you’re skipping and cutting your training short to be with her on the lake? Sneaking in contrabands to give to her as gifts? She has you wrapped around her fingers like her mother had done to our father. It’s pathetic.” Before Aemond could defend, his sister stood and walked off, leaving him to question his actions. Was he truly growing pathetic?
You lay in your bed as your siblings returned from dinner. Your fingers play with the necklace pendant around your neck. “We need to talk,” Your eldest brother sighed, making you frown as your siblings gathered around your bed. “About what?” You asked, taking hold of the plush toy your father had given you back in the mortal world. “We’ve noticed you’ve been sneaking around with a son of Ares,” your sister said. You feigned innocence and cluelessness. “What?” You asked in fake confusion. Your brother scoffed and shook his head, moving to sit on the foot of your bed. “Do not try to deny it, sister. We’ve seen you attentively watch him while he trains— we noticed you sneaking off with him to the lake.” You frown as he reveals them knowledgeable of your and Aemond’s relations; you thought you hid it well. “So what?” You said after a short moment of steely silence. “I like him,” You confessed. 
“We know, it’s obvious.” Another of your brothers answered, making you blush. “We’re just asking you to be cautious,” Your sister sighed and gently took your hand. “The offsprings of Ares are known to be… harsh,” she added. “Yes, they do not know nor understand of the delicateness of us— we just do not wish you to be hurt, sweet sister.” You slowly nod your head, appreciative of their concern but disheartened as they show slight disapproval. “Plenty of us have already been scorned by a child of our mother’s past paramour— we just hope you would not befall the same fate,” Your frown and confusion deepen. “You— you have been with…” you trailed as you gazed into their eyes. “We have. What? You thought it was only you who retells our mother’s past?” Your brother mused. “It’s called a stereotype for a reason, sister. It is as if we are bound to fall for a son or daughter of the god of war.” 
You blinked as they recalled their relations with Aemond’s siblings. Sitting in disbelief as you had asked him to keep your relations secret because of fear of being judged for succumbing to the same fate as your mother’s, but it would seem as if it were inevitable and somehow well-oriented and circulated as if it were a right of passage for the children of Ares and Aphrodite to fall for each other. 
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The following morning, neither you nor Aemond knew what to do. Both of you were still jealous of the attention each of you was bestowed upon, and both of you were subjected to the opinions of your siblings. It was as if they were giving the two of you reasons not to continue your relations that both of you had longed to be a part of. 
Aemond had a consistent scowl on his face as he trained. Your eyes were no longer on him as he did so. He did not have the desire to train earnestly because, if he was being honest, he did most of his stunts to impress you. 
You had a small fake smile plastered on your face as you conversed with the other girls in camp. Complementing you as they fixed your hair and asked about the little things and rituals you do to be so pretty. You wanted to tell them it was because of your mother, but you did not want to offend or dismiss them. 
A daughter of Hypnos was speaking when your attention was caught by the same daughter of Athena, sauntering to the training ground with a sly smirk on her lips as she approached Aemond. The jealousy in you returned tenfold. Your heart was ablaze with seething anger. Your brows were in a furrow, and you pouted and almost sneered. Aemond had not spoken to you all day, yet he had the gull to stop his training to make chitchat with her? 
You were brought out of your angered thoughts when you noticed Jacaerys approaching you. Telling yourself to keep your expression neutral and not be as obvious as your sisters and brothers had said you were. “Hello, Jace,” You greeted as he approached you, who was perched upon a picnic table. The group of girls who surrounded you turned their gazes on the son of Hephaestus, making his knees weak. 
Aemond turned his attention away from a daughter of Athena as he heard your voice once more. Anger and rage swirled within him as he saw Jacaerys in your presence again. His hold on the hilt of his sword tightened, and his jaw clenched as he saw a smile bloom into your plush lips and a twinkle in your eye as the Son of the God of forge presented you with a gift. 
“It’s so pretty,” A girl beside you muttered as you held the mirror Jacaerys had made for you. “The handle and frame are made of gold… because I remember you saying it suited your complexion. And I added pearls because you said you loved pearls.” Aemond rolled his eyes as he heard and saw Jacaerys stuttering and blushing as he explained his gift to you. “Thank you, Jacaerys… It’s beautiful.” You said gratefully as you stared at yourself in the handheld mirror. Aemond could no longer hold in his frustrations. Dropping his sword to the ground with a loud clank that caught everyone’s attention. You and him finally locked eyes, anger, and jealousy in both. Aemond silently implored you to meet him by the lake once more before turning and walking away.
Aemond returned to the lake and sat on a blanket he had brought there late last night, hoping he would find you there once the moon was high and everyone was asleep; he didn’t. It took a few moments before he heard your delicate footsteps approaching him. You slowly sat beside him, a gap between the two of you that was never there before. “Are you playing me?” Aemond could not help but ask as both of you stared into the lake. You frown deeply at his question. Your hands fiddling with the gift just given. “What?” You ask and watch as Aemond clenches his jaw. “You say you want me but want to keep us a secret. You’re supposed to be with me, yet you happily entertain the wall of admirers who follow you around like lost pups.” 
You look at him dumbfounded, a scoff leaving your lips. “You’re one to talk; you say my presence is the only one you enjoyed and entertained, yet I see you merrily speaking with a daughter of Athena,” You argued. Aemond, filled with anger, was distracted as the words left your lips— jealousy clear in your eyes, and he could not help but feel giddy at the thought of it. Your frown deepened as Aemond’s lips were pursed, turned into a smirk. “You’re jealous,” he mused, his tone of amusement evident. You rolled your eyes and crossed your eyes across your chest. “You’re jealous too,” You say in defense. Feeling your heart skip a beat when Aemond pulled you into his arms. 
You sigh and feel the tension you harbored for the past two days miraculously fade. “I’m sorry if I asked you to keep us a secret… I did not want them to think our relationship was stereotypical… but I suppose there’s no point in keeping it a secret any longer— it’s practically bound to happen.” You say as Aemond rests your back on his chest, his chin resting atop your pretty head. “What do you mean?” Aemond’s chest rumbled behind you as he spoke. “My siblings warned me against you— most of them apparently had been scorned by your siblings,” You explained, feeling Aemond’s hold on your waist tighten. “My sister says I’ve been growing pathetic since I’ve been with you,” He shared, making your heart pit at his words. 
Aemond took in a deep breath at the silence that followed his statement. “Let us ignore what they say,” Aemond then spoke. You looked up at him expectantly. “They do not get to dictate us around… I like you tremendously, and I know you feel the same way about me,” You smile at his confidence and certainty. Moving to intertwine your fingers, his calloused hands against yours, you quite like the juxtaposing feeling of your soft hands against his rough ones. You sighed and kissed the back of his hand, “I’m sorry for growing jealous about you chatting with other girls,” You sighed as you gazed into Aemond’s eye. “Don’t be. I quite like it.” He smiled, making you laugh. You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to apologize for growing jealous. Your smile turned into a confused look, making Aemond shake his head. 
“If you’re waiting for me to apologize for being jealous, then you’ll have to wait an eternity, my pretty,” Aemond stated. “You’re mine, and your pathetic little admirers must know of it.” He grumbled, making you mischievously smirk. “Then let it be known.” You say. Aemond knitted his brows as he gazed into your eyes. You moved closer to him, lips just a breath away. “Show them how I’m completely yours,” you whispered. Aemond pulled you to him and smashed your lips. Wasting no time to sneak his tongue in and taste you. You whimper against his lips as nipped yours. You sighed as he moved to straddle him, your cores familiarly aligned again. “Aemond,” You called as his lips found your neck, leaving marks and doing as you had said— making it known to everyone that you were his. 
You moaned and moved your hips as his hand hurriedly took off your shirt and cupped your breast. His lips still placed marks on your neck and would tease you as they would move slightly downwards but never fully. “Aemond,” You whined as he placed a ghost kiss atop the swell of your bosom. “Hm?” He hummed, pretending not to know what you wanted. “What do you want, pretty girl? Tell me,” He hummed and took a deep breath of your scent. “You— I want all of you,” You said and moved to remove his own shirt as well, Aemond feeling gooseflesh rise to his skin as successfully removed his upper clothing. “Are you certain?” He asked, his hand hovering atop the clasp of your brassiere. “I am,” You answered and bit your lips as he quickly undid your brassiere, exposing your chest to him. Taking a sharp breath and resisted the loud moan to escape your lips as his mouth closed upon the pebbled bud that seeks his touch. 
You moved your hips quicker, wanting to find the same sensation the both of you felt in the ocean, and Aemond groaned against your chest. You feel your breathing shallowed as his rough hands slowly hike up your skirt. Closing your eyes in anticipation, you hear him undo the zipper of his trousers. You gasped as you felt his hands graze your cloth-covered sex. “You’re already so wet for me,” He murmured against your chest and tilted his head to meet your lips again. You ground your lips against his hand, making him smirk. “You really want me, don’t you, pretty girl.” His voice was smug, and it only bolded as you fervently nodded your head. 
You whimpered once more as he pushed your underwear to the side, his fingers finally meeting the slick skin of your cunt. Relishing at the friction his rough and large hands provided. You buried your head into the crook of his neck, moaning Aemond’s name as he relentlessly drew circles on the pearl of your cunt. Gasping in shock as his other finger sought entrance into you. You hear Aemond curse under his breath, his other hand tightening his hold around your waist. You moaned louder as the familiar sensation in your core returned, and Aemond hummed in approval as you tightened around his finger. impatient to replace with his cock. 
“Aemond!” You shrieked as you came undone, him singing you praises as you slowly came down from your high. Watching through lust-filled eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips and licked the essence of you clean. You had barely time to react and relish the scene before you when you felt the tip of Aemond’s shaft seek entrance. Your eyes widened as you sank into his length. Aemond hushes you, and places kisses on your skin to distract you from the pain. “Fuck,” Aemond breathed, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of you. Warm and overly tight around him. 
“It’s too much— Aemond, I—“ Tears welled in your eyes as you were subjected to pain like you’ve never felt before. Aemond wiped away a tear that fell and kissed your lips. Drawing circles upon your cunt once more to ease your pain. “Just a little more,” Aemond groaned as the whole of him was almost inside you. “So fucking tight— all fucking mine, you’ll forever be bound to me,” Aemond muttered against your skin as you let out a whine when you fully sank into his length. Both of your breathing shallow, cautiously moving in search of pleasure. 
You whimpered as his hips moved, and he removed his fingers from your cunt. It was a painful moment of cautious thrusts and your whimpers and whines before you finally felt the pleasure you always tied with Aemond. “Oh… faster, Aemond— I want more, please,” You said as you met your hips with his. Moving up and down on his length,  your nails scratching his back in sheer pleasure. The tears of pain turned into pleasure. Aemond groaned and tilted his head upward to meet your lips, his skin tingling from your touch. His cock twitching, ready for release, but he could not do so until you’ve met your high again first. 
Aemond let out a sound close to a growl as your hands fisted his hair. Surprised, he found the sensation of you pulling the silver locks added to his pleasure. You whimpered as you bounced on Aemond’s length. Your bosom swaying across Aemond’s face, and your cunt painfully tightening around him, ready to come undone once more. “Scream my name when you come— let them hear how you are mine and how I am yours,” You did as told and uttered his name in pleasure as you came— neither of you wary that the sounds that emitted from either of you would catch other’s attention and would put you both in trouble. Aemond buried his head between your bosom and let your skin stifle his groan as he came deep inside you. “All. Fucking. Mine.” He gritted and pulled your face downward to meet his lips. The warm afternoon sun that was quick to set bathed you both in its orange light. 
When it was time for supper, you and Aemond walked into the hall hand in hand. You, with his marks on your neck and a deep blush on your cheeks, and him, with a rare grin on his lips and cocky look in his eye as your admirers looked at him in a jealous rage. You two did not sit with your siblings, instead acquiring a table of your own, ignoring the curious stares of everyone as a son of Ares fell for a daughter of Aphrodite. Stereotypical, yes, but it did not matter because you two coming together was written in history and would always be bound to happen. 
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patritxi · 20 days
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Jonsa Greek Mythology AU
Jon Snow and Sansa Stark as Eros and Psyche
I little esteeme to see your visage and figure, little doe I regard the night and darknesse thereof, for you are my only light.
- Apuleius -
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orago-underline · 3 months
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This timid tale is dedicated as a gift to @camilleflyingrotten , whose amazing, heartwarming artwork inspired this very story about how this two ethereal beings came to meet each other.
https://x.com/CamilleCailloux/status/1713584967815422034?s=20
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About stars and golden scales ✨
The first sign of light began to tint the sky in a deep blue, dissolving the black velvet of the night into a soft, cold gradient, while the drowsy stars faded quietly, falling asleep languid and lazy, going off to dream their impossible dreams of billions of years. The dewdrops, as if they too were waking up, slowly ran down the foliage in the field, flowing almost without friction down the blades of leaves that were beginning to take on the colour of the coming sun. The cool breeze caressed the grass and awakened the wild flowers, touching their petals with a delicacy that could only be compared to that of lovers. And there, in the midst of the dawn spectacle, lying on the grass and surrounded by such beauty and strangeness, the satyr also woke up. Aziraphale was his name, and with the back of his hand he wiped the small drop of dew that had woken him from his face. Still lying down, he opened his eyes and the blue of the sky was reflected in his irises, as deep and cold as it was beautiful, and he remained gazing at the immensity, his mind full of scattered thoughts, his heart beating happily, as always, for his life...
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winter-dayz · 5 months
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Bound to You
Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut Words: 4337 Warnings: cutting; ritualistic self-harm; sexual content (dom!reader, sub!hyunjin, choking, humping, knife play, female receiving oral, vaginal penetration); strong language
Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost
Taglist:  @soobin-chois
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“Ceeerbeeeruuus~” She called as she came down the stairs to the grand entrance of the underworld.
“I told you not to call me that, goddess.” Hyunjin growled as she came into his line of sight.
She pouted, “And I told you to call me Y/N, but if you aren’t going to listen, then why should I?”
Hyunjin scoffed at her, leaning against the stone wall beside the gate. He shook his head, letting the fiery red strands block his face from her. “Yours is a matter of station, not preference.”
It was who she was—a chthonic nymph, the Bringer of Nightmares and Madness, daughter of Persephone and Zeus, the goddess of the restless undead and propitiation, Goddess Melinoë, wanderer of the Earth, Y/N. As much as he wanted to disregard all that she was, he never could without repercussions.
Her hand gripped his chin, tilting his face back up to her own. He had no idea when she moved over to him; the nymph was always silent on her feet. A perk, he supposed, since she was a being of undeath. It certainly helped when she was parading all of her lost souls at night and scaring the locals.
Y/N’s eyes found Hyunjin’s icy ones. “What’s the matter, Hyun?”
He rolled his eyes and jerked away from her grip, glancing to the doors. “Nothing, god– Y/N.” He added in a whisper at her glare.
She reached up, hesitantly, and brushed his bangs behind his ear. There was no telling how he’d react when he was like this. He’d either bend to her will or snap at her and send her scampering to her room.
It was who he was—the guard “dog” of hell, Cerberus, a man with a split soul, Hyunjin. He couldn’t help it when he was like this. He couldn’t help when his anger clouded his mind from anything else.
To her immense pleasure, though, as her hand glided through his silky strands, the hair shimmered and blonde was left in its wake.
“Take a break, Hyun…” she whispered.
“You know I can’t,” he whined, pushing his head harder against where she was still petting him.
She cooed at her puppy. “No one will know… Just come by my room for a while? You need to relax.”
“I want to; I really do… But what if Hades notices?” Hyunjin pouted, eyes rounder than they had been before and lips plumper.
Y/N, on the other hand, was scowling at the god’s name. “Let me handle my fa– Hades. If he even finds out.”
Hyunjin frowned at her displeasure and leaned off the wall. He wrapped his arms around his goddess’s waist and nuzzled against her neck, only stopping and pulling away when he felt her demeanor relax against him.
  It had been like that for eons. Since Y/N was the offspring of Persephone and Zeus, Hades held a particular dislike for his step-daughter. It wasn’t her fault though. She didn’t ask to be born. No one was to blame but Zeus himself. He had disguised himself as his brother just to sleep with his brother’s wife. Typical.
Still… Hades saw Y/N as a reminder of that and treated her as such. She was sure if it weren’t for her mother’s loving heart, she would’ve been cast out of the underworld. Hades tolerated Y/N for his wife’s sake, nothing more. And, in return, Y/N grew to treat her step-father (slash uncle) with the same “respect” that she received.
What could she say, she was her mother’s daughter… A spiteful one at that.
Her feud with Hades did bear one good thing, though.
A beautiful relationship with Cerberus.
Cerberus was not as the stories told. Or, well… Not quite.
He saw himself as a beast, a monster, and so that is what the mortals saw him as, as well. But, in reality, Hyunjin was a man with a shattered soul. Cursed to immortality and split into three: love, desperation, rage.
Hades saw an opportunity and ran with it. He captured Hyunjin’s souls and chained him (metaphorically) to the gates of hell. He was bound to the king’s will and forced to guard the underworld entrance for eternity.
He loathed Hades for imprisoning him.
Something which he bonded greatly with Y/N over.
“Please, Hyun?” Y/N whispered, breaking his silence and regaining his attention. “I have something important I want to talk with you about… Something private.”
Hyunjin’s gaze traveled from her eyes to the thick chains and locks on the gate. When his eyes remet hers, he gave a subtle nod. “I’ll see you this evening, goddess.”
Lips downturning ever-so-slightly, Y/N understood. She nodded and gave a small bow before turning to head to her room.
With her soft, loving stare no longer on him—her warmth no longer in his presence—Hyunjin’s hair faded once more from blonde to hellfire red.
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As Hyunjin approached her room, he felt himself tensing.
His goddess and he often found themselves alone, but he had never strayed from his post. Not more than a few yards anyway.
Sometimes Y/N would coax him to settle into a nook with her and chat. Other times, she would find him at hell’s doors with paints and canvases in tow to distract him.
If she was busy with her own godly duties, she would bring him books to keep him busy during the many, many hours of the day.
His favorite times were when she would forego meals with her family to eat with him instead. She always shared her fruits with him, and would even sneak sushi back from the mortal realm since it was his favorite.
Once in a while, she had been unable to rest, coming to sit by his side in the dead of night—silence surrounding them—until she drifted back off to sleep.
The first time that had happened, she had slouched against him, looking very un-goddess-like with her mouth open a little and brow furrowed. When he had tried to readjust, Y/N had grumbled and clung to him.
He knew he was a goner then.
He would sooner die than let anything take his goddess away from him. It wasn’t for another fifty years or so that he realized she felt the same way. But once feelings had been reciprocated, their relationship had flourished.
And yet… He had still never been to her room.
He had never dared to defy his orders.
It wasn’t out of respect for Hades. No. It was for fear that if he disobeyed, the king would punish Hyunjin by taking his goddess away.
So why was he putting her at risk now? Why allow her to convince him that this night was worth it?
It had been something in her eyes. The way she had been so insistent to have him just “take a little break.”
She had never suggested something like that before.
Sure, she would bring things to him to help him destress; she would grace him with her presence to help him relax; she would dote on him to help him unwind.
But always at the gate.
Y/N knew the consequences that Hyunjin could face for abandoning his post. So for her to insist on him coming by her room then there was something she needed to tell him within the confines of her own protective wards.
Something Hades could not know about.
“Hyun,” Y/N breathed, opening the door. As their eyes met, his red hair, tinged with a hint of black, lightened. “Come in…” She led him into her room, to a small sitting area by her fireplace. “I’m sorry if I startled you… I could hear you pacing.”
Hyunjin’s lips parted into a sorry smile, but he moved towards Y/N for an embrace regardless. “I was nervous about what you needed to say privately to me.”
“Is that what this is about?” Y/N questioned, reaching up to curl a lock of black hair around her finger.
“Ah…” Hyunjin grimaced. “That was more the thought that you might be ending our relationship…”
His eyes met hers seriously, questioningly, and watered. His hair darkened once more, losing the bits of blonde that had appeared with his love for her, and the inky red—a mixture of his desolation at the thought of losing her and permanent anger at their predicament—took over once more.
Y/N tutted. “I have no plans in ending our relationship, Hyun. Actually… What I needed to discuss with you is quite the opposite…” Hyunjin’s head tilted, and she continued. “When you first explained to me about how you were… trapped. I started doing some research…”
The goddess pulled Hyunjin to sit with her on the couch, gathering a large book from her side table to show him her centuries-old notes.
“The curse from your living days has kept your soul in fragments, divided by the three strongest emotions you felt at the time of your death. The… being that created that curse has long been destroyed, and unfortunately their knowledge along with it. And, without knowing the original parameters, putting your soul back together is… improbable.”
“I– I understand…” Hyunjin whispered, voice wobbling. “Honestly, once Hades found me, I never expected to be put back together anyway. I assumed I would always be this… mess. Monster.” He spat the last bit.
Y/N reached over to him, squeezing his hand in a moment of comfort. He smiled, albeit pitifully, and she continued with her news. “It’s not impossible for you to be whole, Hyun… There are just external forces that have to fill in the cracks.” Y/N sighed, “Technically that is what Hades did for you. He melded the shards of your soul together with underworld magic. He eternally bound you to his realm to serve him… And, I–”
She set the book back on the table, turning her body to bring both hands to hold Hyunjin’s shoulders. “I found a ritual… I’m not powerful enough to break my step-father’s magic, but I can alter it. I can… I can sever your chains to the underworld gates by tying you to another ‘object’ of the underworld, so to speak…”
“What?” Hyunjin whispered, but by the way she gazed over him with a sorrowful love, he already suspected he knew the answer.
“Myself.” Y/N shook her head, cutting off his objections. “I would bind my soul to the fragments of yours. Mine would become the glue holding yours together.”
“You’d be stuck with me forever.”
She smiled, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his pouty lips, hands entwining with his—now very blonde—locks. “I could think of no better eternity.”
Hyunjin, however, did not fully reciprocate her affection and gently pushed his goddess away. Y/N’s smile fell, pulling her hands away as well. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you your freedom, Hyunjin… I tried to find something, anything. But if Hades created a key, he destroyed it long ago… This was the best solution I could come up with.”
“No, goddess,” Hyunjin grabbed Y/N’s fiddling hands, “This is more than enough.” He met her eyes seriously, “Yes, once I would’ve given anything for my independence. But now… All I want is the freedom to be with you… I just worry that you haven’t thought through the repercussions of this…”
Y/N snorted a laugh. “Hyunjin, trust me, I have. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, and after, if The Fates allow, we will be together in our next life as well. We would be bound together, come death and rebirth. I can think of nothing I want more.”
“Then… it would be my utmost pleasure to be bound to you, my goddess.”
With a somber nod, Y/N turned once more to the side table and retrieved a few items. She placed a small wooden bowl with a red string inside between them.
“I will ask this of you once more… Hwang ‘Cerberus’ Hyunjin, Hound of Hades and Guard of the Underworld, do you consent to binding our souls together. Entwining our fates for all eternity?”
“I do, goddess.”
“Please give me your hand.”
Silently, he held his hand to her. She took his hand carefully, caressing the soft skin before placing a light kiss on his palm. Y/N raised her small blade, slowly carving her ritual symbol into his palm.
Hyunjin couldn’t deny how his heart skipped a beat at the kiss, but it nearly stopped as the knife bit into his flesh. He desperately tried to bite back the whimper that he let out when his goddess began to literally carve herself into him.
But he couldn’t help himself and the smallest moan slipped between his plush lips, causing Y/N to hesitate before moving the blade to her own hand.
After another few, silent, moments she showed her palm where she carved his own symbol as well before grasping his palm in hers. Y/N’s eyes finally raised from their conjoined palms as their blood melded and dripped into the bowl, coating the string.
Once the cord had soaked and their hands had healed sufficiently, she withdrew her hold on him to tie the blood-bound string to them both. Her fingers moved deftly in tying a tight knot around his pinky and nodded for him to tie to the other end to her own finger.
His hands tied the knot a bit shakier than hers had but once he was done, Y/N leaned forward to rest her forehead against his.
“It is done…” She whispered, “You belong to me… with me. And I, you.”
Hyunjin glanced at the string in time to catch the ritual magic disintegrate into a red glimmer. The magic soaked into their bodies and highlighted their healing symbols, moving through their veins and into both of their hearts—their souls.
His lips split into a wide-smile, eyes becoming nothing more than crescents as he felt her within him. He felt her undying love for him; her loyalty and trust. He felt the warmth she always brought with her but took when she left… except a piece of it now resided in his own chest, never dissipating.
“Hyunjin,” she nearly panted. His eyes snapped open, his smile faltering at Y/N’s expression. If he was feeling her… was she feeling his soul as well? His love and… desperation for her. His eyes widened as hers darkened, a mischievous smile forming. “Maybe I should’ve chosen a collar for you instead of just a leash, hm? Is that what you want, puppy?”
Hyunjin froze, and when he didn’t answer, Y/N pressed on. “Oh come now… You have to be a good boy and tell me what you want. Show me what you want, puppy.”
He remained frozen for a moment more before she noticed him gulp and his gaze shifted back down to her hand—the one that would forever bear his symbol. His chin tilted upwards, baring his neck, and when she didn’t get the hint, he, ever so slowly, wrapped his slender fingers around her wrist and guided her hand to his neck.
As her own fingers fit against his throat, giving a light squeeze, Hyunjin continued to hold over her hand and hold her eyes as well, pleading. His gaze shifted, lowering his lids until his eyes held a teasing promise of passion, darker and hotter than the depths of hell. He broke her stare, eyes fluttering closed and mouth dropping open, when she truly tightened her grip around his neck.
Y/N tutted. “So that’s what you want then, puppy? You want me to be your collar.” She smirked while she pushed him to sit against the back of the couch, climbing to straddle his long legs. “You know… I can feel what you’ve felt in your soul for eons now. I can feel how desperate you’ve been for me.” She clicked her tongue, alternating between cutting off his blood flow and air supply and caressing his neck lovingly. “Have you touched yourself to the image of me? Made yourself a mess to the thought of what I could have done to you?”
Hyunjin whimpered. “I apologize… I couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful, goddess.”
She clenched around nothing, eyes fluttering for a moment, at the use of her normally formal title being used in such a… reverent manner.
“Please, goddess…” Hyunjin continued in a whiny pout, “Let me worship you.”
Y/N’s breath hitched imperceptibly, “Very well, puppy. Get on your knees and show me how much you adore me.”
Hyunjin nodded, eyes glazed and lips wet, as he stood from the couch and dropped to his knees in front of her. Without breaking eye contact, she shifted and spread her legs, raising the skirts of her dress and exposing her dripping cunt.
He leaned forward, nose tracing the inside of her thigh and nuzzling lightly against her pubic bone. “I’ve neglected you, goddess.”
“Should I punish you?” She quipped. Hyunjin’s eyes flew up to hers pleadingly. Hers was the only punishment he ever craved. “No, I think not tonight. Tonight we will worship one another; we will celebrate.”
The whispered promise of pleasure, in combination with the heavenly scent of his goddess just on the tip of his tongue, drew a deep, guttural groan from Hyunjin, eyes rolling back as well.
He waited for no further instruction, no need for pushing, and dove into her. A sharp gasp escaping her at the sudden feeling. Hyunjin, ever so pleased with himself, smirked against her lips before flicking her clit with his tongue.
Y/N’s head dropped back, lolling against the sofa, and she rocked her hips forward when he flattened his tongue. “Hyun… Oh my gods,” she moaned.
Sweat began to gather on her brow—her dress becoming suffocating—as Hyunjin continued to fuck her with his mouth. Her fingers found their way into his hair, tugging harshly on the black locks, when she felt him scissor two fingers into her.
Y/N exhaled slowly, a shudder racking her body while he alternated between sucking on her clit and dipping his tongue into her heat—all while his fingers diligently opened her up for him.
She was going to cum. She could feel it building, fire burning in her belly.
But she wasn’t done with him yet.
Y/N pulled him harshly by the hair, a pleasantly pitiful whimper escaping his lips as he lost contact with his treat.
“Hyunjin.” Y/N scolded as he growled and tried to pull her back to his mouth. He glared up at her, defying her. “Stop that, puppy. You did good, so so good. But I want something else…”
“Yes, my goddess?” Hyunjin’s eyes softened, his head cocking, “I will give you anything, anything to show you how much I adore you.”
“I want to fuck you,” she smirked, pushing him backwards with a foot so that she could gracefully stand from the couch. “All night, if you would like,” she added as she untied and let her dress pool at her feet.
Hyunjin’s eyes widened. He had hoped this might be where things would lead to after he received the depth of her feelings within his soul, but now that it was actually happening, he was shocked.
His gaze met her soft one and trailed down to her outstretched hand. Gently locking his fingers with hers, she helped him stand. Y/N reached up, brushing his own, rather sweaty, hair from his face and caressing his cheek.
She leaned up, placing a lingering kiss to his bottom lip, and whispered, “Come with me.”
He nodded slowly, allowing her to lead him to her bed. Y/N pushed his shoulders gently so that he sat on the edge. Hyunjin was dazed, already fucked out just from tasting her, and he struggled to keep his eyes open.
Anything she wanted, he would give it to her.
Y/N gently threaded her fingers through his hair, scratching the now-blackened roots, and delighted in the shiver that visibly racked his body.
Edged terribly, Hyunjin’s hips bucked forward at a particular tug of his locks. His eyes flew open, widening comically, and her own narrowed on his minute reactions.
He held himself too still, eyes flitting between her stare, her lips, and her thighs.
“Poor puppy…” She tsked, stepping forward to push one of her legs between his and subsequently pressing her delicious thigh against his painfully hard cock. “Just a dumb dog, needing something to hump.”
Hyunjin nodded pathetically, experimentally rolling his hips forward into her thigh. At the press of her warm skin, even against his clothing, Hyunjin felt himself fall fully; his midnight hair reflecting his deep need for his goddess, and only his goddess.
“Hyun, are you okay?” Y/N whispered teasingly, fingering the locks of black that had completely overtaken his blonde hair.
“Yes, please goddess, please continue.” He whined, continuing to rut against her lightly.
She clicked her tongue at him again, “Oh, puppy. You’re more desperate than I thought…”
“Yes…” Hyunjin leaned forward, trailing his lips across her bare stomach. His breath a warm whisper on her, “I’ve wanted you for centuries, my goddess.”
Not one to pass up an opportunity to tease him, Y/N began to pull away, “Only a want, a mere fleeting desire for me?”
“No, goddess! Please, I need you,” Hyunjin cried, swiftly pulling the goddess down and rolling over so that she was pinned beneath him. “I need you so badly. I’ll be a good boy… Please!”
In his begging, Hyunjin had failed to notice that he had begun to grind down against her wantonly. He winced at how hard and sensitive his clothed cock felt, rubbing against his goddess, but he continued regardless, delighting in the painfully pleasurable drag.
Y/N flexed her thigh, enjoying the hiss of appreciation that came from between his thick lips. “Alright, puppy. Let me show you then, what it means to be mine.”
Hyunjin nodded rapidly, almost making himself dizzy, and sat up to straddle her. She pulled on the fasteners of his pants to free his cock.
“So hard, puppy…” Y/N fake pouted as she rubbed a thumb over his weeping tip.
He whined. Loudly. And rutted into her palm, fucking himself with her hand. The faint roughness from the scar of his mark dragged down his shaft, eliciting pretty moans from him further.
Y/N guided him against her wet folds, the tip catching against her clit while he continued to rut, and coated him in her desire.
Finally– Finally.
She lined him with her entrance and gave him the permission he so desperately craved.
“Fuck me, Hyunjin. Be a good puppy, and fill. me. up.”
He pushed into her slowly. Not for any reason as to tease her or defy her orders or even to let her adjust, but because he simply needed to pace himself.
Hyunjin had only dreamed of being able to be with his goddess in this way. He wasn’t going to blow his chances by literally blowing too soon.
Y/N could tell he was struggling, and she grazed her hands up his covered torso, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him to her, kissing him and swallowing the little whimpers he let out every time she—mostly—involuntarily clenched.
As a goddess she was expected to control herself, be in control of herself. But being surrounded by, filled with, Hyunjin made her weak.
Luckily—or not—for her, Hyunjin was just as uncontrolled. The desperation that consumed one of his soul fragments had grown and taken hold of him. And once he felt how warm and tight she was around him, he couldn’t help but snap his hips forward.
Hyunjin’s thrusts became erratic. He kissed her sloppily, movements becoming messier when she moaned and becoming harder when she whimpered.
He nipped down her jawline, biting down particularly hard on her jugular when she buried her nails into his back. When had her hands found their way under his tunic? He couldn’t think of anything else except how good, how right, it felt to be inside her. To fill her and claim her and be one with her.
Y/N felt herself peaking again, never having fallen too far from her own edge, and reached between her legs to rub her clit. Hyunjin might’ve been a bit sloppy, too caught up in his own pleasure, but the stretch of his cock in her was just too delicious to not finish her off.
“Good boy, Hyun,” she moaned in his ear. “Cum for me, in me, puppy. Become mine.”
She hadn’t even finished her words. At his goddess’s command to cum, he was spilling himself inside. Feeling the warmth flood her, Y/N arched herself as the pleasure blinded her, vision whiting out as if she had entered Olympus. She might’ve screamed or maybe that was just the ringing in her ears.
Hyunjin, eyes heavily lidded as he stared down at her, fucked her through her orgasm. And when she settled, he kissed gently around her neck and cheeks.
Y/N smiled, bringing her marked palm to his cheek, and kissed him deeply.
After a few, long, moments of breathing and gathering their bearings, the two readjusted in her bed. Silk and luxury surrounding them, nothing felt more comforting than each other’s arms.
“Hades is going to destroy us when he finds out what we’ve done.” Hyunjin finally spoke quietly into the darkness of her room.
“Good thing I have the fearsome Cerberus to protect me.” She teased, nipping at his collarbone.
“I’m serious, Y/N. I need you… I– I love you. I can’t have anything harming you.” Hyunjin squeezed her tighter to him.
“I love you too, Hyunjin. I swear to you, you will never lose me. I am eternally yours.” Y/N sighed, her heart full. “I don’t know what will happen with my step-father. But, you are mine now as I am yours. We will deal with whatever comes, together, in this life and the next.”
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