#son of aphrodite! flash

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𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ྂ I WANNA BE YOURS | percy jackson x gn!reader

percy jackson looks at you like you were the one who put the stars in the sky.

the son of poseidon gazes at you with so much awe and admiration in his eyes that most people would think you had just defeated a minotaur with your bare hands, or cured cancer or saved the world from total destruction, something that would be remembered for centuries to come. but in reality, all you did was toss a few nuts to the squirrels that scurried around camp. percy jackson looks at you in such a way that even aphrodite herself would point and squeal.

though, he'd never admit to that. the only telltale sign of his infatuation is the rosy tint that creeps up the tips of his ears every time you you pass by, and his lips that struggle to stay in a straight line whenever you flash him that smile—the one that makes his heart leap up and into his throat. even after four years of friendship, percy still hasn't figured out how to sit next to you and not be totally in love with everything you do.

it's as though you have some sort of magic power over him—a power that he's powerless to resist. and as much as he'd like to deny it, he secretly revels in the feeling.

but percy jackson would never confess his desires for you—not when kronos is still actively seeking to wipe out the demigod population. he can't afford to display any signs of weakness.

but it's worth it, he thinks, to risk everything just to wrap his arms around you and plant a kiss on your lips that would set the world on fire. yet he knows he can't—not without endangering you. not without putting you in harm's way. so why is it so unbearable to imagine life without you, when you were never really his to begin with?

and in those moments, when his mind is consumed with thoughts of you, memories of your touch and your gaze playing on repeat in his mind, he's left thinking, 'did i imagine it?' did he dream up the way your touch lingered on his arm as you adjusted his armor? the way you looked at him across the dining pavilion before turning away, as if you'd been caught in the act of something secret and sweet? he must have, right? because you would never look at someone like him with such tenderness. not at someone hot-headed and impulsive, someone with so many rough edges. no, you couldn't have looked at him like that. it must all be in his head.

you couldn't have looked at him the same way he looks at you.

despite his best efforts to conceal it, percy's convinced that everyone can see right through him. he knows that everyone can see right through him. the teasing from his fellow campers has been relentless—nicknames hurled his way, each one more unflattering than the last. romeo, hopeless romantic, loverboy..

loverboy.

he's no loverboy. not some kind of lovesick puppy at the mercy of some unattainable crush. no, that nickname is only reserved for the truly whipped, those who are wrapped around someone's finger, glued to their side at all times. he's no..

and then his head snaps up at the sound of your voice, suddenly alert. and there you are, all dazzling and gorgeous, a beacon in a sea of identical orange t-shirts and jeans. you stand out as though a spotlight has been trained on you alone. which is weird because to most people you're just another camper. albeit, an incredibly beautiful camper, but still, just a camper. so why is he so infatuated with you, specifically?

maybe he is a loverboy.

the realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and he almost groans out loud. can't he just carve his heart out and be done with it at this point? isn't that what the poets do?

but since he never really cared for those dead old men taught in school, like edward allan poe or whatever his name was, he'll settle for just daydreaming now. he'll settle for stolen glances across the room and the brush of your hands as you reach for a book. he'll settle for relishing in your little touches and how your lips shine in blueberry chapstick until he's ready. he'll admire the curve of your nose and the triumphant hugs you give him after your team wins capture the flag. he'll settle for it until it's not enough anymore. he'll settle for it until he needs more.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Okay wait! Luke and y/n sneaking out of their cabins to go to their hiding spot to watch the stars while kissing and cuddling.

Being a Demi-god didn’t allow for you to experience many of the oftentimes mundane or meaningful moments in life, especially when you were thrusted into life threatening quests for godly parents that probably didn’t care to even remember any of your or your half siblings names; never less remember to claim them unless it proved beneficial for their own agenda.

However there was one exception to this answer his name was Luke Castellan. The goddess Aphrodite must’ve took pity on you by sending the charming and dashing son of Hermes your way, allowing you to befriend and then later on, fall in love with him and you’ve never been more happier then you were whenever you were with Luke Castellan.

Or Golden Boy as you’ve playfully called him, much to his dismay but the small smile that’d tug at lips told you otherwise.

As ironic as it might sound but any moment you got with Luke felt like pure magic with the way they make your insides grow homely and warm like a hearth, warming you throughout your entire body as your face was stuck in a perpetual state of dopey and lovesick.

Tonight was no different then any other night as you and Luke -hand in hand- ventured from the beds of your respective cabins and began making your way towards the lake all the while poorly concealing your bouts of laughter, some would manage to slip out now and then but you couldn’t help it! It had been awhile since you and Luke had some time to spend together, especially not without your siblings and or friends coming to get either of you to settle some disputes, and then not see each other until you were all called to the dinning pavilion; but even then you were seated at your tables, still unable to see each other.

To say that this moment was long overdue for both of you was the understatement of the century.

‘I don’t think that I’ll ever get over how beautiful the stars really are.’ You told Luke in awe, completely captivated by the starry sky that hung over camp.

‘That’s what I always say to myself whenever I get to see you.’ Luke says as he then drew your back until you were was fully pressed against his chest, solely for the fact that he could comfortably put his head upon your shoulder and rest his cheek to yours, humming in content when satisfied with the end result.

You snorted, readjusting the blanket you had brought with you to keep warm from the cold breeze that would occur every so often. ‘Yeah, I’m sure you do golden boy.’ You chuckled upon hearing Luke groan dramatically, only to then squeal in surprise when you felt him burrow his head into your neck, the ends of his hair kissed your skin with the weight of a feather while his own lips coated your neck in kisses of his own before stoping. ‘Don’t you ever get bored of calling me that? Golden boy?’ He asks and you moved your head to press a kiss against his hair. ‘Nope,’ you chirped, pressing another kiss but this time to his nose when Luke lifted his head from your neck to look you in the eye, ‘I for one think it suits you.’ You added, flashing him a cheeky smile.

‘I do often think about you, you know, in the same way you spoke about the beauty of the stars just now.’ Luke confessed and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

‘I didn’t say any-‘

‘You didn’t need to.’ Luke cuts you off. ‘I’d like to think the reason I know you as well as I do is because you hold the other half of my soul, as I hold the other half of yours.’ He says softly as his eyes then looked up to the stars in a form of hope, stars that now twinkled within his eyes as though they had finally broken free from the veil of endless hopelessness that often came with being a half-blood. ‘I also wonder that if I’m another lifetime, another universe where we’re not cursed to be demi-gods….If that’s even plausible.’ He adds sarcastically, his features contorted in pain and anger before it all faded away as quickly as it came. ‘If we ever get to find each other again or are destined to wonder our entire lives, lost in the hope of trying to fill the void we’re seemingly born with from this lifetime.’

You wordlessly buried yourself into his neck, pressing soft kisses there in hopes of soothing him somewhat. ‘I’m sure we find each other, no I’m certain that we find each other.’ You murmured reassuringly, feeling his arms tighten on your waist. ‘You wanna know why?’ Luke looked away from the stars to look at you, intrigued. ‘Why?’ You moved yourself from your cosy place against his chest, causing him to whine at the loss of your warmth, only to stop upon feeling you hold either sides of his face between your hands; caressing his cheeks as you stared lovingly into his eyes as he welcomed your touch by sinking into it.

‘Because what we do in this lifetime will echo throughout the others, we defy the gods today and we will defy the gods in every single lifetime afterwards.’ You said, pressing your forehead against his as you moved one of your hands from Luke’s cheek to hold him by the back of his neck, fingers toying with the hair there. ‘The same can be said for when we love each other as much as we do right now, we will always find ourselves falling in love with each other in the other lifetimes too.’ You pressed a kiss to his scar before continuing. ‘For we’re fated to be soulmates, even if means having the odds stacked against us, we’ll always find each other again. No matter what.’

Luke stared at you for a while before he pressed his lips against yours passionately, his hands keeping you close to him as he poured everything he had into the kiss, not so secretly wishing that you were right about your love echoing throughout all your other lifetimes, to the point it disrupts their originally intended fates to pursue one another, not caring how long it would take because you both knew that the wait would’ve been entirely worth it.

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[riordanness]

wildest dreams - [p.jackson]

1.3K wordcount

warnings: none

requested: yes!! (anonymous)

“In your wildest dreams, Jackson,” I scoff, staring down the boy fiercely. My sword in hand, my battle armour on, I was easy to beat this stupid son of Poseidon once and for all.

He grins at me, his smile slightly lopsided. “Okay, Red,” he teases. “Bring it on.”

I roll my eyes at the nickname. He’s been calling me it ever since he came to camp, two years ago. Ever since he found out I was the daughter of Ares, and I lived in a big ugly red cabin with a terrible paint job. I mean, I hate the cabin’s decor as much as the Aphrodite kids, but that doesn’t mean Percy Jackson gets to insult me.

I yell, and charge at him, our swords meeting in midair with a clang. I whirl, aiming for his unprotected side, but he blocks me, sidesteps, jabs at my stomach.

I stumble back, slashing at him, as anger flashes through me. I want to beat him. I have to beat him. This has been going on long enough, and I need to get my revenge.

Two years ago, Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-Blood. On his first proper day here, he tried to drown Clarisse, my older sister, and two of our other siblings. He made a fool out of Ares cabin. Then, later that summer on his stupid lightning bolt quest, he fought our father, the god of war himself, and somehow, he won. He ruined Ares’ reputation completely.

Ever since, I’ve wanted to turn Percy into a Poseidon pancake.

“Come on, y/n!” Adam, my favourite brother, cheers from the side of the arena. “Beat Jackon’s ass!”

“I’m trying!” I shout back, as Percy manages to catch the hilt of my sword in his. He’s stronger than me, and taller. He pushes down, fighting against my strength. Then, as he’s pushing his sword down, he suddenly twists, and I’m forced to let go. My weapon clatters to the ground.

There’s silence from the bleachers. Every camper there, who came to watch us duel, has no idea what to say.

I have a lump in my throat, and I don’t know how it got there. A sudden, overwhelming feeling of defeat grips me, and I send a tearful glare in Percy’s direction.

“I hate you.”

I shove past him, hoping my final words sting him as much as my loss to him stings me.

“You should let this go, you know?”

I glance up in surprise. Leah and I are on stable cleaning duty today, which is an absolutely awful job, in case you were wondering.

“Let what go?” I ask.

She waves her hand aimlessly in the air. “This whole… Percy Jackson thing.”

I raise my eyebrows, disbelieving. “You want me too, what? Forgive him?” I make a sound in my throat that’s almost a gag, almost a growl. “Hell no.”

“Come on!” Leah pleads. She’s the daughter of Athena, with pretty dark skin, dark braids, and warm dark brown eyes. She’s shorter than me, but way smarter and prettier. We arrived at camp almost the same time, three years ago. I’m still not sure why she likes being my friend, but I love Leah.

“Look,” she sighs, leaning against her broom. “I hate Poseidon as much as the next girl, and Jackson isn’t exactly my favourite person.” She grimaces, probably remembering the time Percy messed up and made her team lose at Capture the Flag. I’d won that day, so maybe I should thank Percy for his service.

“But,” Leah continues, “he’s not really a bad person. Like, yeah he’s a total dumbass and annoying and way too cute for his own good–”

“What?” I half groan, half laugh. “No he’s not.” I try to believe it myself.

Leah ignores me. “He’s not worth making your enemy.”

I sigh. “I guess you have a point…” Even saying that feels wrong. I want to hate Percy; I want to get my revenge and prove for once and for all that Ares isn’t lame, that we can be great.

But, Leah is right. There are bigger things to worry about now. There are rumours; Kronos is rising. Luke Castellan is making an army. Camp Half-Blood will be going into war.

I realise my grip on my pitchfork is so tight that my knuckles have turned white. I let go of the pitchfork, watching it fall into the straw on the stable floor and almost disappear.

“Go.” Leah gives me a little shove. “I saw him doing paperwork sorting for Chiron on the porch a little while ago.”

I give her a quick nod, brace myself, break into a sprint, running towards the Big House.

I spot Percy long before I reach the Big House porch. As I near, my footsteps slow to a walk, and I have to force myself to take a deep breath, striving for calm. My temper isn’t easy to control.

“Hey,” I call, taking the front steps two at a time.

Percy half-glances up, looks back down at his pile of letters and documents, then double takes at me. “Y/n?”

I try for a smile, waving at him with my fingers. “What’s kicking?”

“Uh–paperwork,” he replies, looking at me in slight confusion, probably wondering what I’m doing here. “For Chiron?” he adds quickly, then scrunches his nose in a way that almost makes me want to agree with Leah about Percy being cute. Almost.

I nod. “Sounds like torture to me.”

Percy grins wide. “Tell me about it.” He waves the stack of papers in the air as he gets to his feet. He’s only standing half a metre away from me now, closer than we’ve ever been without trying to beat each other up. “I never remember how much I hate being dyslexic until I try doing this.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, suddenly having no idea what to say. Percy seems to notice the awkward pause, and frowns uncertainly at me. “Why are you here, y/n? I doubt it was for just a chat.”

I let out my breath slowly. “Uh—yeah. I came to make out—I mean up! Make up.”

Percy tries to hide his smirk, and fails. I feel my jaw ache from clenching it. All my old hatred for this boy bubbles almost out of control, but I fight it, like I fight everything, and this time I win.

“Okay…” Percy muses. “Y/n, the daughter of Ares, god of war, wants peace.” He stresses the last word. “Not to mention I humiliated both her older sister and her father, when I was twelve.”

I grit my teeth and glare at him. “Do you want me to pulverise you, Jackson? Because I will.”

“Oh really?” Percy has an eyebrow raised. “But I thought you came to make up? Or was it out?”

“Why did I let her convince me to do this,” I mutter, already ready to just make a run for it. But no. Leah was right, albeit pretty frustrating and exasperating and extremely embarrassing. I did need to end this somewhat ridiculous rivalry with Percy. And I guess it was now or never, right?

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out before I can change my mind. “I’ve been stupid and selfish and I’m sorry.” I hold my hand out to him. “Friends?”

Percy stares at me, then my outstretched hand for a count of three. At first, I was almost certain he was going to leave me hanging. That would be so like him! But then, he grins, that adorable, dumbass smile I’ve known for so long now.

“I don’t want to be friends, Red,” he says, his words solemn and his tone teasing. “I’m in love with you.”

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[olympushit]

ARES DOESN'T DESERVE THE HATE HE GETS. 10 REASONS WHY:

Apart from being the god of war, he was also the god of generalship, manliness and civil order, which means that he was the god responsible for the correct function of every ancient city in order of laws and politics.

As the god of manliness, he was considered to be the patron of a fine man that every man looked up to. He was a fighter, not only as a merit from being the god of war, but he always fought for his beliefs, just like at the Trojan War when he complained to Zeus about Athena's unfair action. Also, he was the best father to his children and always supported them and their mothers, just like Cycnus fighting with Heracles, or when Aeropos' mother died during childbirth and he made it possible for the baby to drink milk from his dead mother's body.

He was the only greek god that never raped a woman. All his sexual encounters were consensual and he always seemed to respect his lovers, because he kept his private life low key and none of them suffered or were subjected to tortures, unlike Zeus' or Poseidon's lovers did.

He was the god of dance. Legend has it that before he was taught how to fight, Priapos, his tutor, refused to teach him unless young Ares knew how to dance. Afterall, war is considered to be the ultimate dance a man could perform in ancient times. Also, he appeared to dance for his daughter's Armonia wedding with joy, leaving behind the animosity for her husband Cadmus. Finally, in the feasts of the Gods, it was said that Apollo played the lyre, while the Harites, Artemis, Hermes and Ares danced with great joy.

He was a forgiving god. Despite his enraged and bloodthirsty behavior, Ares knew how to forgive someone and appreciated what they were doing to gain his trust. After Cadmus slaughtered the Dragon, he was put 8 years under servitude to indulge Ares. Finally, Ares not only forgave Cadmus for his crime, but he also blessed his wedding with his own daughter Armonia. Cadmus, in order to gratify the god, built the city of Thebes and made Ares its patron god.

He wasn't a coward. Many greek myths refer to Ares' lack of courage to face danger. This is far from true. At the Trojan War, when he found out about Ascalaphus' death, he disobeyed Zeus' order with the risk of his immortal life in order to go to the battle amd avenge his son's death. He was later stopped by Zeus' thunderbolts. Also, when the Aloadai were about to take Olympus, he was the first god to interfere in battle in order to save Olympus. Afterall, one of his epithets was "Olympus' Protector".

He was sentimental. At the Trojan War he was seen greaving for his children's loss and always wanted to inervene for their safety. Also, he understood the rejection of his parents towards him and he was a lonely god that lacked love. But he found the love he was seeking to Aphrodite, and did not only lust her, but he loved her deeply. Together they had 8 children, and both of them were jealous about each other's affairs, because of Adonis and Eos. They also had an open relationship, because he never refrained Aphrodite from her nature, which was love and sex. Afterall love is not meant to be given to only one person.

He was the protector of women. When Hallirothios attempted to rape his daughter Alcippe, he flashed in the scene and brutally killed the rapist. From that moment on, a temple in Athens was built for Ares "Gynaikothoinas", which means the one feasted/worshipped by women.

He knew the feeling of loss. A war has two sides, the winners and the defeated. A war isn't always to be won, and everyone must learn what it is to lose. He lost many wars, but he also won many. That's why he is among the Olympians.

He was a god of justice. That is because he was referred to be "Themis' Ally", which means that he was a helper to the goddess of justice. One of his least famous daughters, Adrestia, was the goddess of balance, justice and retaliation. Also, "Areios Pagos" or aka "The hill of Ares" was named after him because he was the first man ever to be tried for substatial homicide, for slaughtering Alcippe' rapist.

DON'T TREAT MY BOY LIKE THAT! HE IS JUST ADORABLE!

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[eraenaa]

Jealousy, Jealousy (Demi-God AU)

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

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. 

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. 

#house of the dragon #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond smut #hotd aemond #aemond modern au #greek mythology au #aphrodite #daughter of aphrodite #ares #son of ares #pjo #demi god #camp half blood

[roguerambles]

A Contest of Kings

Record of Ragnarök - Male Reader x Poseidon x Hades x Zeus

 Warnings - 18+ Only. Adult Situations. 

Alright, full disclosure, @icy-spicy​’s “A Broken Bet” inspired this, so credit/blame goes to her! (pssst btw go check her out, she’s awesome)

I imagine this is the same Reader from the “Son of Aphrodite” fics, just before Ragnarök. Enjoy some Big Three shenanigans!

-

The celebration on Olympus had lulled somewhat, and Hades found himself enjoying a surprising moment of companionship with his brothers.

Tucked away in a corner of the gardens, the three brothers shared glasses of ambrosia, the sounds of laughter and music perfuming the air, all three watching the crowd dance and mingle. It was rare for Hades to have both Poseidon and Zeus together with him like this, and he found himself smiling fondly as Zeus slung his arm around Poseidon’s shoulders, enthusiastically talking about “the time he bested Father in combat once and for all” as though Poseidon had not been witness to the event.

“What are you three doing over here?”

Hades glanced up to see you approach, breathless and grinning, a faint sheen on sweat coating your skin from dancing. Your golden sheer silks clung to your hips and arms, highlighting the curves of your body. Aphrodite’s beauty shone through all of her offspring, and you were certainly no exception.

“Enjoying a moment of respite.” Hades raised his glass in your direction, arching a brow as Zeus detangled himself from Poseidon, leaning back in his seat with a grin. He patted his muscular thigh invitingly, and his smile grew wider as you slid into his lap, your arm coiling around his broad shoulders, fingers toying with his golden hair.

Poseidon rolled his eyes slightly, while Hades shook his head, and Zeus shamelessly stared at your pectorals right under his nose.

“You make yourself sound so old.” You huffed, leaning against Zeus’s shoulder, shifting your weight slightly – your thigh flashed in Hades’s vision, the loose, semi-transparent fabric of your toga riding up, exposing toned muscle, an entirely accidental move on your part, Hades was sure. “Zeus tells stories, you know. You three had some fun in between all the Titan fighting.”

Hades shot Zeus a look, and his brother only grinned in response, his palm sliding slowly over your hip. He cleared his throat sharply, nodding his head across the crowd, where Hera chatted with Aphrodite and Hestia.

Zeus pouted and reluctantly removed his hand.

Poseidon rolled his eyes again.

You eventually returned to the celebration, fingertips trailing across Zeus’s shoulders, your lips brushing Hades’s cheek. You even managed to coax the ghost of smile from Poseidon’s perpetually cold expression as you walked away, your smirk playful. The three brothers quietly watched as you melted into the crowd, and Hades forced his gaze back to Zeus, whose own eyes were watching your rear. “Do not even think about it, brother.”

“Too late.”

Poseidon scoffed under his breath, and Hades huffed, shaking his head with bemusement. “You’re incorrigible.” He shoved Zeus lightly with his foot. “I bet you could not go a single month without throwing yourself at some pretty thing.”

Zeus turned to him, looking vaguely indignant at the implication he couldn’t do something. “I could so!” He huffed, his eyes flickering back to the crowd. “Although why I’d deny myself the pleasure, I cannot imagine.” He flashed a wide, wicked grin at Hades. “Come now, brother. Tell me those long, lonely winter months without Persephone wouldn’t pass a little easier with him warming your bed?”

Hades lowered his glass to the table, his expression smooth. “Do you really wish to pull at that thread, brother dear?”

Zeus had the decency to at least look a little sheepish. Poseidon said nothing, seemingly content to ignore his brothers. Hades tapped his fingers against the table, studying Zeus with a thoughtful eye, before sharply shaking his head. “Never mind. You couldn’t do it.”

Hades might have imagined it, but he swore Zeus almost looked stung by his stated lack of faith in him. The King of Olympus sat upright, his expression growing uncharacteristically serious. “A month? Very well.” He held out his hand for Hades, who stared at it in surprise. “I accept your challenge.” He smiled smugly, practically brimming with confidence. “I trust you agree to the same terms?”

Hades laughed, still surprised. “I wasn’t trying to bed him in the first place, Zeus.”

Zeus smirked at him, a gleam in his eyes. “Well, well, look who is backing down….” He turned to Poseidon, his grin growing wider. “I don’t think our big brother thinks he could resist the offer if it was made.”

“I have no part of this.” Poseidon replied dryly, looking completely disinterested.

Zeus laughed and punched Poseidon’s arm, ignoring the flash of indignation on his brother’s face when he did so. “I doubt you could either.” Zeus waved his hand dismissively. “All of your talk of being a “perfect being” your still as weak for pleasures of the flesh as the rest of us.”

Hades felt his brows shoot upwards, watching as Poseidon’s face twisted into an angry sneer. “Brother—”

“Do not mistake me for you.” He snarled, turning his fierce glare on Zeus, who simply smiled serenely in response. “I am perfection.”

“Then you’ll agree as well.” He held out his hand in front of him, eyeing his brothers with a smug grin. “One month.”

“Fine.” Poseidon spat, before forcing his expression back into his usual stoic mask. Hades shook his head, sighing at his brothers antics, before placing his hand on top of theirs.

“Very well. One month.”

The three Kings nodded and soon fell back into their previous atmosphere with each other, unaware of your curious gaze watching them from a distance…

 -

“Can’t do it, he says….” Zeus grumbled to himself as he walked down the shadowed halls of Olympus, the dwindling sounds of the party at his back. “Well, look at me, Hades! Going to bed early. On my own. Take that!”

There were a bevy of lovely, voluptuous nymphs literally calling his name in the fountains outside, but Zeus, King of the Gods, nobly resisted temptation. A veritable harem of handsome satyrs in the gardens, beckoning him to follow with hooded eyes and alluring voices but Zeus did not give in.

“I’ve heard mortals say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.”

Zeus halted in place, his head swivelling around. You emerged from behind a column, draped in gold and silk, and Zeus swallowed thickly.

“I…am not mortal.” Zeus cleared his throat, forcing his back straight, trying to ignore how good you looked bathed in torchlight, the tempting flashes of skin between your silks as you moved towards him.

“Indeed you are not.” You purred, reaching up to trail your fingertips along his chest, humming deep in your chest as you openly admired his strong, muscular body.

Fates, he wanted to fuck you so badly—

Zeus opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was fled his mind as you stepped back, letting your silks spill down your arms and hips, leaving you gloriously naked under his gaze.

“What are you waiting for?” You asked, wearing nothing but your smile and desire on your face.

Zeus had absolutely no idea.

He darted after you as you raced down the hall, your laughter in his ears, all thoughts of the challenge or proving himself to Hades washed from his mind as he sank into the delicious warmth of your embrace.

 -

“Good morning, Poseidon.”

The King of the Seas could not guess how long you had been perched at the edge of his dining room table. Pearls draped across your neck and collarbones, falling down your chest and abdomen. They were all that covered you, and if Poseidon had been a lesser being, his gaze might have lingered.

He walked past you, heading for his usual spot at the other end of the table, awaiting for breakfast to be brought by his servants. You sighed dramatically, rolling your head back to follow him with your eyes. “Rude.”

Poseidon said nothing, sitting down and waiting patiently. You lay back on the table, naked body on shameless display, and Poseidon wasn’t staring.

He wasn’t.

“Perhaps it is for the best…” You mused loudly, playing with a string of pearls. “I would not want to overwhelm you. You would struggle keep up, I fear…”

Poseidon felt his eye twitch at the implication he was less than perfect at anything. You were goading him; it was transparently obvious. He would not fall for such a petty ploy—

“You are not as…experienced as your brothers, after all.”

The servants entered with breakfast. Poseidon shoved his chair back with a loud screech, and began marching down the length of the table towards you, a storm in his eyes. “Out.” He bellowed at his servants, who could not have fled any faster.

You smiled triumphantly as Poseidon seized your ankle, yanking you roughly across the table towards him, sliding between your thighs with purpose. “Oh, are you sure? I wouldn’t want—”

“They will hear you screaming on Olympus.” Poseidon growled, shoving you down against the table and climbing on, crashing down upon you with the force of a tidal wave.

 -

Hades slammed you on top of his desk, yanking the loose fabric of your pants down your hips.

You moaned and arched in his grasp, tilting your head to give his hot, eager mouth better access to your throat. The sight made some primal roar deep in his belly and he tore impatiently at your undergarments, as your fingers tugged open his shirt and raked greedily down his long, toned chest.

“I should visit the Underworld more often.” You gasped, swinging your thigh across his hip as Hades rolled you onto the desk, sliding on top of you with a low groan. Ever since Zeus’s comments in the gardens he’d been unable to get you out of his mind, the idea of you in his bed, writhing with passion in his arms, bouncing with wanton lust on his cock—

“Perhaps you should.” Hades murmured against your skin, before his lips seized yours. He would fuck you on his desk, then move the bedchamber.

You were more than happy to go along with his wishes.

 -

“Well.” Hades said after a few moments of silence. “I must admit, I am a little disappointed in us all.”

“I’m not.” Zeus said cheerfully, clapping Hades’s shoulder. “His ass was worth it.”

Poseidon said nothing, but Hades noticed he was avoiding his and Zeus’s eyes more than usual. A little embarrassment, perhaps?

You were unbearably smug, pacing the length of your bedchamber with a delighted grin. “Three Kings, all in a row…” You sighed dreamily, winking playfully at Hades. “Do not worry, you were all marvellous.”

Zeus practically preened, while Poseidon scoffed, as if to say well obviously. Hades simply sighed and shook his head. “I suppose in the end, you won our ill-advised gamble.”

“I suppose I did.” You smiled wickedly. “And what a reward it was. Well, rewards.”

Hades chuckled, while Zeus leaned over you, grinning playfully. “So….?” His hand snaked around your waist. “Who was best?”

Hades closed his eyes. “Zeus…”

“What? I’m just curious what he has to say.” He nudged you with a coy smirk. “You can say me, they won’t mind.”

Poseidon frowned at his brother, while you tapped your fingers against your cheek, eyeing them thoughtfully. “Oh…you know, I can’t decide.”

“What?” Poseidon spoke suddenly, looking insulted. Which made the room feel particularly unsafe.

“Oh, don’t pout, Poseidon, I am the most experienced…hey!” Zeus turned to you with a scandalised look, eyebrows flying into his hairline. “What are you saying? I did the thing, with the lightning—”

“Which was delicious, I assure you.” You patted Zeus’s cheek affectionately, looking suspiciously like a cat with cream. Hades watched you, feeling heat pool low in his belly. “But you all had…strong points. Is that not enough.”

“Absolutely not.” Poseidon waved his hand – the door suddenly slammed shut behind him, and he advanced on you with fire in his eyes. “Get on the bed.”

“Yeah!” Zeus slipped the strap of his toga off his shoulder, letting it fall to the ground, leaving him shamelessly naked as he started pulling at your clothes. “We’re not leaving until you pick one!”

You looked extremely pleased by this turn of events, and Hades was fairly certain he and his brothers had played directly into your clever hands. He moved between Zeus and Poseidon as though to stop them – instead, his hand grasped your shoulder, and he shoved you backwards onto the bed.

“I think its time he learned a little respect.” Hades slipped his shirt off, keeping his eyes directly on yours, a smile tugging at the edge of his mouth. “Don’t you agree, brothers?”

You crawled back up the bed, excitement flaring in your eyes. “I am eager to learn.”

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok fanfic #record of ragnorak x reader #record of ragnorak x male reader #record of ragnarok zeus #record of ragnarok zeus x reader #record of ragnarok poseidon #record of ragnarok poseidon x reader #record of ragnarok hades #record of ragnarok hades x reader #shumatsu no valkyrie #shumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv x reader #ror x reader #ror zeus #ror hades #ror poseidon #snv zeus #snv hades #snv poseidon

[lixzey]

Serendipity

Meet the young, young lovers

“didn't they tell us don't rush into things

didn't you flash your green eyes at me?

haven't you heard what becomes of

curious minds?”

LUKE CASTELLAN, the curious mind. “good old fashioned lover boy.”

son of Hermes

the best swordsman at camp

jack of all trades

“I hate my father and I'm his favorite son.”

“Don't take it personal but personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me.”

MAYA WILLIAMS, the resident heartbreaker. “a woman so heartless.”

daughter of Aphrodite

head counselor of cabin ten

the fierce fighter

girl of every one's dreams

“am i like my mother?”

“I think it's time I lay my heart out on the line.”

meet the campers

ANNABETH CHASE, daughter of wisdom. “the clever one.”

the bravest warrior camp has seen

wise girl

badass in the arena

luke castellan's little sister

“I'm not stupid, dummy. I know you like that redheaded barbie.”

SILENA BEAUREGARD, daughter of love. “the beautiful heart.”

daughter of Aphrodite

matchmaker

kind

maya's little sister

“Come on, just admit you like him!”

CHRIS RODRIGUEZ, son of the messenger. “the wingman.”

son of hermes

jack of all trades

troublemaker

luke's little brother

“I got your back, lover boy.”

taglist:

@mischiefmoons @lilmaymayy

#luke castellan #luke castellan x oc!daughter of aphrodite #luke castellan x fem!oc #luke castellan x original character #luke castellan x oc #luke castellan x amaya williams #pjo fandom #pjo tv show #percy jackson and the olympians #charlie bushnell x original character #charlie bushnell #camp half blood #amaya williams #luke x amaya #my ocs <3 #my oc character #my work #fanfiction #fanfic #luke castellan fanfiction #luke castellan fic #my writing #my oc #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #pjotv #pjo tv series #charlie bushnell x oc #fic writing

[diangelofan]

Justice

“I used to hate you”, Nico whispered, “I used to absolutely despise you. All the taunting, forcing me to remember memories I had tried my hardest to bury deep inside of me. Your son forced me to experience them all again. Cupid publicly humiliated me and, for what? To conquer love. I didn’t want to believe that would truly help me to face my fears. I had become so used to running away from them; said action had become as known to me as my own skin. At that time, I truly wish love had never set foot in my life. And in such an unfair and merciless manner to make it all worst…”

Nico stopped his little monologue to glance at Will, who was cheerfully chatting with his siblings at the Apollo Table. He took a deep breath: “…Now, however, I must admit I have changed the perspective I thought would forever be set in stone in my mind and heart. I have come into an understanding with love. I know now that yes, while love sometimes make you incredibly sad, it can also make you incredibly happy. Love truly has the justice I believed it thoroughly lacked. Love was not a punishment sent my way by the Gods, but instead a gift. A gift that, although it took a dam long time to open, when it did, it filled me with immense joy. I now know what it feels to love and be loved fully in return. To be hold in someone’s arms like one is the most precious jewel in their world. To be heard with such attention; as if every word was of a value comparable to that of the whole universe. And for that I am deeply grateful for love.”

Nico then threw the best portion of his meal, his delicious fries, into the fire: “Nevertheless, I will never forget Cupid to what he did to me. Thus, this offering goes to Lady Aphrodite, Goddess of Love.” And with that, Nico walked towards his boyfriend with the rest of his meal, eager to spend dinner with him, camp rules be damed.

- 356 words; Riordanverse Flash Fic Fridays, @drewtanakaweek

#it was so fun to write in Nico's Pov #can't believe I hadn't done it before #I know I am late but #better late than never #microfic #microfiction #nico di angelo #solangelo #nico x will #pjo #pjo fandom #rick riordan #rrverse #pjo fanfic #pjo hoo toa #hoo fandom #hoo fanfic #toa #toa fanfiction #toa fandom #rrverse flash fic friday 2024 #rrverse flash fic friday

[passmethatcokezero]

Every body needs a therapy. (18+ // Jeonghan!vampire au)

Yup, even vampires do.

pairing: jeonghan!vampire x fem!reader, joshua cameo

words: 4186 words

tags: superhuman au, superficial, y/n is a healer-slash-sex worker, threesome (!!next chapter!!), unprotected sex (this is fiction for a reason! let’s always stay safe!!))

warning: tw // vague mentions of abuse, toxic household/parental relationships

disclaimer: these type of vampire you may have not seen from anywhere. I added some characteristics/abilities to it that does not reflect the stereotype

+ + +

The streets are still lit up by fluorescent lamps when the clock points to five. Your early morning arrival in school had long been regular. The front gate guard, although always surprised, is somewhat already used to seeing your face and greeting you back with a lively one. It was one of few things that give you motivation to get up tomorrow, and you never thought you won’t be hearing that today.

“Oops I’m sorry!” You were absurdly apologetic as if accused of a crime you didn't even do, you furiously bowed numerous times, checking if the coffee on hand stained the suited up man in white that just got out of a convenience store.

Oh, it’s him. The beautiful guy; Joshua's new tenant in his loft. You met him just yesterday, visiting your friend to seek refuge from the world when all of a sudden, a seemingly son of Aphrodite was revealed behind the grandiose wooden doors. He was unbelievably handsome and your encounter with him suddenly felt like a dream. Did he really stare at you, at your bruised lips? And his scent that trailed on the path he walked on, a smell so alluring, so nostalgic as to an extent you cannot fathom. Something like roses maybe? Or was it jasmine? A mix? And that pair of mesmerizing eyes that felt like a black hole any star would get lost to. You concluded he might have been one of the most gorgeous (and great-smelling) men you have laid eyes (and nose) upon.

“Yeah… just me.” Your eyes widened in shock. Did I say that out loud? “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

He was careful, checking if an amount of the scalding hot coffee in his hand spilled on you. None, your marigold shirt, perfectly masking your mood, was stain-free, so was your skin showing through the rip in your jeans. He felt relieved somehow, even more when he saw your once bruised lips patched on. You seemed fine to him, if not for his otherworldly senses.

“Early for school?”

It must have been obvious that you’re on your way to school, and perhaps, Joshua must have told him somehow. Or did your casual outfit and backpack give it away?

You hummed at him, a bit shy of your contrasting appearance. His seemingly newly waxed oxford shoes were intimidating, as if it would cost you your life once a particle of dust from your proximity lands on it. “Uhm… yeah… I’m gonna get going…”

“I heard about your mom,” you were too stunned to even look at him with bulging eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to be nosey, but I was worried about that bruise."

It stung just as it slipped from his lips. And all the painful images just flashed right in front of you from yesterday's unfortunate events that led you to knocking at Joshua's already open doors.

"Don't get mad at your friend, I insisted." He didn't. His inhumane intuition told him.

"You want some company?" He asks, letting out a small smile. Just before you refuse his kind offer, a gush of warm air envelops you - a warmth you craved from the once you called home. A tear almost fell, and that's when you realized it came from him, gently petting your head. “You can't walk alone in that state so...I insist,’

He lets out a small smile and invited you inside the store. Not that you’re being rude nor you don't prefer caffeine, but tugging the sleeve of his suit from behind was the only thing that came to your mind. The act made him pause, as well as the clerk that gave you a look of indifference. "I'm sorry but-"

"You're not going to school, aren’t you?”

The air froze, much like you did. How does he know every single thing? Do my eyes give me away? You thought.

“I don’t know…” you mumbled. “I don’t know.” you spoke a bit louder with all the uncertainties and fear manifested in your voice.

“Don’t worry, I can accompany you for a while. But first, let me get you this drink you'd love, as what you're friend told me.” and there goes his warm smile once again, never fading as your coffee comes ready.

"Why are you doing this?" It was straightforward, but being raised from a draining toxicity, you have learned better than beating around the bush and speak your mind.

"I am not sure either. I just know you might need someone to talk to...?"

"Well I don't." You faked a smile, as a motive forms in your mind. "But if you're just hitting on me, well, call yourself lucky."

The walk grew quiet as you kept him hanging; the other not knowing where your feet would take him. Although Jeonghan has pure intentions, he was not able to manipulate you even if he tried. Seeing you in such a state from yesterday, a tinge of wariness and worry painted him human.

True enough, he did live as a human before surrendering his entirety into his bloodlust reality. A human with otherworldly senses and “illnesses” - as how he was diagnosed. Even though he cannot go out like normal person would, he had experiences with humans that softened his cold heart. He learned about music and singing from the buskers at night, he learned about pleasure with the goers at clubs, he learned about the human psyche from an elderly friend who frequents his lover’s tombstone.

He hated the fact that he was already used to living as the second best, never the heir to the throne in highest and hidden behind the darkest of fences, but his soul just cannot let past how to feel being human again, because for him, it was what taught him happiness - a feeling he never knew existed.

“Oh,” he looks at the sign board in front of him as your feet halts and laughs slightly. “No, I am not that kind of man you think I am.”

“That’s what everyone says, and yet the first ones to barge on me like some hungry wolves,”

You have brought him back to the motel you stayed for the night. It was a place that you can call home at nights you got kicked out the house literally. There stood your dear friend in concierge sighing in response to your small smile as bells ring to announce a guest's arrival.

“Joshua told you anything about this too?”

“The therapy thing? Not so much.”

You regretted you asked, not knowing if you wanted to kick your friend in the shin for sharing such information or just melt in the ground due to a private matter boldly coming out of a stranger's mouth.

“Not gonna force you to anything. Just... if you're interested in some kind of therapy I am always free if it’s you. You passed Joshua's strict screening so you're a VIP to me. You just have to let me know in advance.” you winked at him.

It is probably your special gift: your sexuality healing others. And you figured that out when your ex came back once just to lash out how his then lover whom he loved greater, betrayed him and left him for another. It wasn’t to bring back the relationship, but he said he felt you’ve always healed him every time you two had sex before: may it be from stress, or fatigue, even physical and internal pains which he had once tested and proven when he recovered from his migraine after a quickie. It was the first time you heard about it, and later on confirmed when even his broken heart that manifested chest pains were healed. If you think about it, the intercourse was supposedly emotionally damaging, an ex coming back to fuck? But rather you felt grateful for the discovery of your gift, and the feelings that were completely gone for your past lover.

Jeonghan was astounded. Sex for therapy? Humans are really weird, he thought. He was about to let it pass, until he feels rather hot, like needles prickling his skin. Right, the sun is rising, few rays seeping through the glass windows by the rear overlooking part of the building.

He needs the shade.

“Sounds great, how ‘bout you run me through it?”

The room he booked was the most expensive, triple the price of regular rooms. It was a secret listing, and the only item that can guarantee therapy for anyone. You let him settle first, as you excuse yourself to change to your uniform. It was a two-piece black lingerie with your soul almost bulging out. It did nothing to hide anything, it was like a decoration to your body. Visuals are part of your therapy of course; stimulation of the senses being the first part of the overall session that can last almost a day if the client would request. Which Jeonghan did.

After dolling yourself up, you stood in front of the room feeling rather unusual today. Why are you getting nervous!? You breathed through your mouth to regain focus and repeated it’s just another session, it’s just another session.

Revealing your presence with three knocks, you entered the room without waiting for his acknowledgement. The room was nicely prepped, thanks to the quick housekeeping. It was lit dimly by the lamps, blackout curtains not letting any sunshine in. Faint zen music sets the mood, and you see Jeonghan looking at you from the chair across the mattress where he is supposed to be, legs crossed with a very unpredictable expression.

“So… how do we start?” he whispered, curiosity was evident but he’s good at presenting himself as confident.

“You start…” heels tapped the wooden floors as you slowly walked to him, sititng on his lap. “...by telling me your worries.”

“That I don’t have,” he smirks, collecting fringes away from your face. “I just wanted to know how you do therapy in the form of sex.”

“Well, then this wont work as therapy, but just sex.”

He thought for a while, as you made yourself comfortable in his lap, caressing his chest and shoulders. “Ah, I think I have one.”

“Tell me,” you cooed softly brushing your lips against his ears. “I’m listening.”

He began talking about his power-greedy brother, only he tells it as if they are average humans with sibling rivalry over a business ownership. He said he struggles from low self-esteem and envy, as his brother has always been the better one. And he thinks proving himself as the better successor of the so referred to as company will be the last chance, and yet the most powerful one that can prove his worth as his father’s child - a validation he crave’s for.

Rich people problems, you assume, all the while loosening his buttons as he spoke. Not once his voice hitched throughout your touching, and now it was your turn to have low self-esteem. Even more upon seeing his flawless skin.

His body glistens to bare and is smooth as heck. He looked paler than earlier and you might have assumed he isn't feeling well until he suddenly groped your body strongly so close to his.

"Your lips... they look... inviting. Can I..."

He mutters incompletely when he didn't look so turned on just now. You hummed a small consent, assuming what he wanted to say. On cue, his soft, almost lullaby kiss in contrast to how he has you on hold gave you the tingles.

"Really sweet…" He whispers as he runs his tongue between his lips and continued, "Totally my favorite."

You didn't mind his sudden tone change but not his eyes sparkling crimson red. It was too late to back off, nervous for not knowing who or what could you be dealing with, when his mouth caught yours so dramatically fast as if you were the last meal in an apocalypse.

His kiss was too deep, literally breath-taking for every second that you kept on moaning into his mouth to catch your breath. It was so bad that it felt so good, supposedly unpleasant as your wound probably have opened back up, but no stinging whatsoever. Only pleasure, his soft, innocent lips that looked like belonging to an angel is now rummaging yours. It was a kiss you have never shared with anyone, or even thought of getting from anyone. It was so wild, there was nothing in your mind but him sucking oxygen from your lungs, fucking, pounding you so hard in the mattress. It felt like your brain rode a rollercoaster, so dizzy and yet so full of adrenaline.

"Oh god…" you were panting against his lips. "What was that?"

He did not answer, but his eyes were still fixated on your now cherry lips. He was craving for it, but he doesn't know how to make his sudden addiction to your lips seem so normal.

Because for him, it's also insane how kissing you makes him feel like the greatest, most powerful being of his kind. His insecurity blurs as if there wasn't any in the first place.

"I…" He was thinking twice; would you find it weird if he suck those plump lips, or in human words kiss you once again, and longer, deeper this time? "Uhm… was it… good?"

"Honestly?" You tried to divert his sight from to meet your eyes but to no avail. "It was so good I don't want to stop."

Hearing that he wasted no time claiming your mouth once again, this time going deeper, and wetter than earlier. His hands were groping your body as if your warmth might leave him anytime soon, and yours around his neck with the same desire of having him only yours.

Your therapy has never been this full of desire. Although, most just wanted the lust, but this time around, the emotion was even beyond that. You even thought there was something evil going on, that it is impossible to have this level of greed and lust, mixed with pride at the same time over a person you just met. All the lewd things you wanted him to do to you and for you, all the dirty kisses you want him to mark you with, all his rich, creamy, filthy cum all over you - you desire it all.

Oh, how he wish he can read your mind, and you his.

Your moans to his ears was the most beautiful song, and your hot cavern was a refuge to his pent up frustration. He poured all them to kissing you with passion, or maybe even stronger than that. He then proceeds to unconsciously tearing your two piece lingerie apart at once, a moment you gasped so hard due to it being dumbfounding, and well, hot.

"Sorry," He softly giggled. "I can buy you a new one…"

"Sure you can, so I can have something to wear only for you." You winked at him, to which you never thought would gain a moan from him.

"I can't believe I am being seduced right now to buy lingerie. Do I look like a sugar daddy to you?"

"Hmm... good idea," you started kissing his neck as you grind your wet pussy against his pants, which reminded him to take what remained on him off so he can feel you at most. You felt your body being lifted as he stood from the chair, softly mounting your body on the bed. From a slight distance you watched him look at you intently without blinking, clothes being discarded in a second. His eyes once again sparks crimson, to which he scoffed and looked down as if not letting you see it, but too late.

His body glistens as he topples over you, his dick hanging, grazing against your core. The contact itself made him shiver, or so you thought, arching his back on gritted teeth.

What you didn't know, it was your lips that got bloodied from the makeout and he was trying so hard not to fall for the luscious smell. He just wanted to enjoy sex without his hidden identity going in the way.

He leans in closer so painfully slowly, thoughts of tasting more of your fresh blood may ruin the night. As his forehead touches yours, his thumb sweeps your lips, and forces it inside your mouth, which you instinctively suck, tasting your own blood.

"I think I kissed you too hard… should I do that to your other lips?"

The words were wild enough to produce more wetness down there. And before even expecting it, his hot mouth was already conquering your south lips and his tongue definitely knows how to play. You didn't realise you let out the sexiest moan tonight due to the contact. Your back arched to the pleasure, and your chest chased your breaths. It was lubricated enough, with his hot saliva mixing with your arousal. You haven't been eaten this good: his mouth not leaving any spot, his tongue lapping your folds, and the tip teasing your hole. You didn't think it was possible, but it's happening right on your very mattress.

"Fuck, ahh… you're so good." You can't stop moaning, and so does he as he sucks your sweet juice. Vibrations from his mouth added to the sensation as he eats you out with all his might. You were even worried you might break his head nestled between your thighs, feeling the curling of your core.

"Shit…" His tongue was now doing wonders fucking your hole. He entered without a warning, and the the friction of his naughty little tongue rubbing against your hole made you go nuts, forgetting you were almost on your release. You didn't know if it was just you being high on adrenaline and libido, but his tiny little muscle seem to fill you up so perfectly, even contracting and growing from its supposed size and reach  making you pause for a second, mouth wide agape. 

"J-Jeonghan…ah!"

Stars filled your tightly closed eyes as his tongue explored your insides, growing to your wall's extent. It was as if he took the size of you completely, which you didn't mind, focusing only on the pleasure.

It was so good, better then majority of, if not all, dicks that fucked you. Especially when he started thrusting in and out abusing your tight hole. Your eyes were rolling almost to the back end, and you almost questioned reality. It felt like a dream to be fucked and filled in so perfectly, and all your sweet spots entertained. The mattress soon felt like cloud on your misty body, mind dizzy and only moaning was something you consciously do as you surrender to nirvana.

"Baby you're so sweet," Jeonghan cooes by your ears, when he stopped fucking you with his tongue you didn't notice. You were then tasting yourself from his mouth, the heated session soon turned even fiery when his long, hard cock entered you right after he says a very sultry “Ready?”

Just like his tongue, his cock grew huge as it fills you inside. It was cold, literally so cold it caused a burning sensation in your hole as it stretched out. That's when you realized, his whole being was a complete opposite of yours even after quite some time in heat. He was like made of ice, and every touch you feel electrified.

It was your blood that faded his mask. The taste of its residue on your lips was enough for his insides to get awaken. He wanted more, of course. He wanted to suck your rich blood, drain you out and get his pride back. But what was it that stops him from tearing a slit on your neck? What was it that fights his thirst for power?

Your hands entangled as he starts thrusting in and out soon after your good pussy has taken his length. The first few seconds felt like making love to your lover, butterflies were present in your stomach as his cock dives deep into your pool. Oh how you wish he feels the same. He seemed like a nice guy to date, you thought. And hot one at that.

Soon the innocent lovemaking elevates to a rather rough one. A force you never thought a man could be capable of had your mind spiraling back to the once fantasies you only imagined. His strong force you thought might break your spine as he continues fuming oxygen from your lungs. He fucks you like it was his last, his dick that seemed to only grew bigger by time kept drillling and tearing your hole.

Moans and the slapping of your misty skin were the sole thing that makes you aware of reality. That you were not in dreamland or someplace your mind made up. 

His strength was unbelievable - he was unbelievable, and the way he made you come thrice the entire night will truly be one for the history books.

The night dawned with just him serenading you with his lovely hums, as you lie comfortably on his chest all cleaned and cared for by the gentleman himself. Come to think of it, what was supposedly a therapy for him must have been one for you and your wounded soul that craved attention.

"Thank you," He suddenly breaks the silence.

"Hmm? For what?"

"The therapy…?" He giggled. “Indeed, I felt lighter. Rejuvenated. I felt like I flushed so much insecurities away in a form of semen.”

Wow, truly a rare find of a guy. Handsome, flirty, humorous. With what else does he serve the world?

"Ah, that was nothing. Just doing my job."

"What do you mean, that was the best sex I've ever had," He was blushing when you tried to meet his eyes. "Don't tell me that was nothing compared to any of your so called therapies?"

You wanted to lie and say yes to kind of provoke him to tease, but what can that do? Ruin a non-existent reputation? Although you wanted to humble him down a bit.

"Well, let's just say… you did better than most of my clients."

"Fair enough…" He coughed out to clear his throat. "Tell me, has anyone ever came back to… you know just have a casual sex?"

"Duh, they all do, though booking it as a therapy. They just wanted sex. Everybody does. But I always told them once it starts as casual, the healing effect for them will never come back-just like how one of my patrons has experienced."

"Quite a gift you have," He catches your hand for him to caress.

"We all have it." You smiled at him. "Kinda curious about yours."

He stalled for a moment thinking deep, faked with a soft laughter. "Oh… you don't wanna know."

"I think I already do…"

His breathing stopped at your confession. Do you, really? He was clearly nervous, heart pumping with only a millisecond interval. You sat up, looking him straight into his eyes. Both of you are still bare of clothing, and only light from the lamp illuminates a small part of your skin.

Your finger painted an invisible line from his lips down to his chest, leaning in closer to his ears. The next words shook him to his core, but also made him attached himself to your loose strings.

"You're not human, are you?"

The crimson light shines on both his eyes once again, thus time fully enclosing his irises to its hue. A sight of his fangs peaks itself from between his lips, and was then followed by a smirk when you showed no scare at all.

"I hope you don't mind me being blood lust when you were moaning like that earlier," He says closing the gap between your faces to lick that dried up wound in your lips. "I promise to only suck your pussy if you wish, even if it's a little too tempting - not my fault your blood tasted just the perfect sweet for me." He then kisses you slowly as he pins you down on the mattress, and the day that you thought have just ended isn't apparently so.

You had so many questions that night, so did he. But you seemed far from disbelief rather interested with anything about him. Until morning came, both lacking sleep (or maybe only you do) but not of knowledge (and taste) of each other’s personal businesses. Each curiosity had been satisfied, but there’s still this lingering that you want to know more about him and his gift he calls a curse.

He was too, the connection he felt from the intercourse was too apparent to disregard and he is definite it wasn’t just due to the brief taste of your blood. So many stories he still wanted to hear from you, so many questions deeper than who you are or what you do, yet too less of a time as you have other functions as an individual who gets by on wages yet costly living unlike him.

But one thing he was sure of, it feels great to be human at times.

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[godsofhumanity]

Hi! Could you please do hc about Ares with other Olympians

ZEUS

i don't actually think Zeus hates Ares contrary to what the lore says.

i think it's more that Zeus has higher standards for Hera's children because they are the "representatives" of the royal line moreso than the others since Hera is the current ruling Queen and also, being Rhea and Kronos' daughter, i think, makes her even more "legitimate" -- and so he expects certain things from them that he doesn't really expect as much of from his other kids.

also, i'm not sure that Ares is completely blameless. in my hc's, he's a bit clumsy, overly emotional, and not the most mature-- i think Zeus feels that if he's harsher on Ares, then Ares will "grow up".

i don't think Zeus gives Athena "joint dominion" over war with Ares to slight him-- i think Zeus is quite "all-knowing" (in brackets beacuse he's not actually all-knowing, but he knows quite a bit), and so he understands that his son represents the heat of the battle; the warrior's instincts, the brutality, the bloodlust, the survivor's guilt. all those raw aspects of war is what Ares represents... but that's not all war is-- there's also the strategising, the planning, the cunning-- and that's what Athena represents.

so i think Zeus does it because he knows that there needs to be a balance. and i believe Athena knows this too-- that's why she asks for that domain.

anyways. does Zeus love Ares? of course he does. i don't think there's a single child of his that he doesn't love. he's just tough on Ares because he wants him to be his best.

HERA

see here

POSEIDON

honestly, i can see Ares and Poseidon getting along well. Poseidon is also a bit emotional and can go from laughing to crying in the flash of an eye-- just like the sea is temperamental, so is he.

so i think Ares and Poseidon have a lot in common.

when Aphrodite comes to Olympus, i believe she is found first by Poseidon who opens his home to her and they become very close.. so when Ares and Aphrodite become entwined, Poseidon obviously welcomes Ares very warmly.

furthermore, i think Poseidon would be one of the gods who says that Ares did no wrong when he had an affair with Aphrodite, and that it was largely Hephaestus' own fault for being so poor of a husband that his wife had to seek love elsewhere.

anyways, i'm not sure that Poseidon is particularly close with any of the younger Olympians, but Ares is definitely one of them and i think they would have a uncle-nephew type relationship as opposed to simply being friends.

i can see Poseidon trying to impart "words of wisdom" to Ares, and perhaps also telling Zeus that he's being too hard on the boy (to which Zeus of course would curtly reply that "he's not your son").

DEMETER

see here

HESTIA

well, Hestia is sweet on everyone. i think she might be particularly close with Ares because he gets like, "bullied" a lot.

she'd make him fresh warm meals for when he returns from battles.

also, i think she give him this special little lantern in which the flame never goes out so that wherever he goes, he always has his home with him.

HADES

i think Hades and Ares would get along, but i don't think they're "best buds"... i'm sure Hades appreciates that many of his souls come from Ares' warmongering, but honestly,, i don't think they have much of a relationship beyond that.

PERSEPHONE

see here

ATHENA

i've already done this one here, but i have more ideas!! so i'm elaborating here.

ok, again, contrary to the way the lore seems, i don't think Athena hates Ares.

i think she knows that she's the oldest, smartest, and one of the most skilled gods in the pantheon, and so she acts like it. and that means she outshines Ares and she knows it. but in my hc, i don't believe she does that on purpose. she doesn't intend to sideline Ares, she doesn't intend to "steal" his domain from him... she's just doing the best she can and it just happens that most of the Olympians appreciate her way more than Ares'.

i think when Athena was first born, Ares hated her a lot. and i don't think it helped that his older brother Hephaestus was absolutely head-over heels in love with her and didn't think she could do any wrong.

nor did it help that his father was so overjoyed at learning that his first-born child had actually survived that he spent as many hours of the day with her to teach her how to fight and how to spar, and the history of the gods, etc... maybe he even spent more time with her than he did with Ares.

Hera, i think, would have been distant from everyone. she would still be reeling from Athena's surprise birth, pissed off at Zeus for bringing yet another child into the pantheon and decorating her so highly... this would be during the time that Hera plots to unleash Typhon on Zeus, so i don't think she'd be as great an aid to Ares as she should have been.

so i imagine that this all must have been very overwhelming and difficult for him... there wouldn't have been a lot of people to help him out, to make him feel appreciated.

but i think, no one notices the dark shadow looming over Ares more than Athena. and i think she does try to connect with Ares. at first, Ares is utterly indifferent... he ignores her, he walks away from her, he acts as though she isn't there.

but then, after some time, she manages to get a little sound out of him, maybe a smile. i think she mostly challenges him to fights. i think it's important to mention here that Ares is significantly younger than Athena. i mean, she's emerged fully-formed, but i think Ares would still physically look like a child,, maybe 10 or 12 yrs old max (as a human comparison)... so he acts childish because he IS a child. and i think Athena gets that.

for the time that he remains a child, i can imagine Athena putting away her pride to allow Ares to win every now and then, and that's how their relationship improves- because Ares no longer feels like he's been completely done away with.. he's still strong. but over time, Athena stops "playing nice" and Ares actually has a few wins with his own credit. of course, Athena would never admit that she had gone easy, and Ares will never know that Athena did this. i think that suits her character.

anyways, as adults, they do come at odds with each other often. i don't think they're besties, nor will they ever be. but i don't hc them to be as extreme as they're depicted in say, the Iliad.

ARTEMIS

i actually already answered this one, but i like the way i phrased things here, so this is a rewrite of what i wrote before:

i do hc Ares and Artemis to be close. i think Artemis doesn't have much of a relationship with anyone besides Apollo and Hermes, but i can see her and Ares being friends... both of them are sort of "outcasts"-- Artemis, by choice, because she doesn't want to be in Olympus, Ares, by circumstance, because of the nature of his domain.

but Artemis can tolerate roughness. she, herself, does or experiences so many brutal things-- she has a guy ripped apart by his own dogs, curses a girl for comparing herself to her, kills the children of a woman who boasts that she's better than Leto-- Artemis is cold like the moon and rough like the wilderness, and while i don't think Ares is cold, he can be like her. he be rough and cruel and mean and violent just like war is. so they are.. sort-of.. likeminded.

APOLLO

not much of a relationship tbh. i do hc Apollo to be the "big brother" of all the younger Olympians, and especially for the other male gods, they all kinda pester him. but i think Ares has never really managed to bond with Apollo the way i think Hermes, Dionysus, and even Hephaestus do.

Apollo is, comparatively, more gentle, a bit more flamboyant, more chill. of course he can fight and hold his own, but he's "a lover not a fighter" really. i don't think he chooses to fight. so i think he probably would like Ares.. and Ares would like Apollo. and they'd be as brothers are. but they're not that close. Apollo isn't the first person Ares goes running to when he's in trouble or he needs a pep talk or something.

HERMES

unlike Apollo, i do think Hermes and Ares are close. Hermes is older than Ares, but i think both are a bit mischievous and playful, and so they get along very easily.

i think Hermes would be one of the few Olympians who never "disregards" Ares.

HEPHAESTUS

it's complicated.

i think, ever since they were children, Ares has always admired Hephaestus. he envies how skillful Hephaestus is with his hands, how his hands are calloused and his skin scarred from metal work and creation, and not from fighting.

i can imagine Ares trying to also create- maybe a vase, or a small trinket, and failing miserably. it's never quite as intricate or beautiful as Hephaestus'. after all, how could it be? Crafting is not Ares' domain.

but i don't think Hephaestus has ever held this against him. he knows how much Ares struggles, and like any older sibling, does his best to support Ares and give him tips and tricks to help him improve.

i think Hephaestus is the first person Ares has always come to in times of difficulty. they have no secrets between each other. ever. they're so alike they can nearly read each other's minds.

after a battle, it's Hephaestus who's there, sharpening his blades, polishing his shields, shining his armour. and sometimes he'll scold him, "You broke your helmet again? You're going to get brain damage if you keep head-butting people. You're not a bull." and they'll laugh about it knowing that stubborn Ares will continue to head-butt people and break his helmet.

so they're close. very very close.

until Aphrodite comes.

i don't think Ares fell in love with Aphrodite right at the beginning. she was pretty, sure. but there are many pretty goddesses in Olympus... not to mention that Aphrodite was betrothed to Ares' own brother Hephaestus. i cannot imagine that two brothers, so close, could have maliciously plotted against each other.

but as i said, Ares and Hephaestus are between each other's homes often. and that didn't stop when Hephaestus got married. so i think, over time, appearing at Hephaestus' house and noticing how sad Aphrodite would be to be there all alone for many hours of the day while Hephaestus was in his forge-- it got to Ares. and i think Aphrodite made him feel noticed. made him feel appreciated. made him feel loved.

and so, things happened, as they do.

now, i do believe the brothers find reconciliation after Hephaestus strings Ares and Aphrodite up like the cover of a bodice-ripper novel for all of Olympus to see. but that takes a while. and i mean AGES. i think Ares' choices cause irreparable damage to the relationship he has with Hephaestus, and i do think, to a certain degree, Hephaestus simply cannot trust Ares ever again.

but if not, i do think they make amends. they start speaking to each other again. i like the idea that Hephaestus is the one to name Eros, Ares' first child. and he even starts talking to Aphrodite again.

but yeah. it's complicated and messy.

DIONYSUS

i think Dionysus and Ares hate each other. or, at the very least, dislike each other a LOT. i can't think of too many myths where they interact, but the one i can think of- Ares and Dionysus are on opposing sides of a war.

i like the idea of Dionysus and Hephaestus being best friends. they're very close. so i think Dionysus would be furious with Ares for enabling Aphrodite's affair.

and unlike Hephaestus, i don't think Dionysus is quite so forgiving. i think they'd have this weird sort of rivalry where they're always passing insults to each other and fighting.

i'm not sure how it started. i think it predates Hephaestus and Aphrodite's marriage. but yeah. i feel that they don't get along.

APHRODITE

love of his life? what more is there to say? he backstabbed his brother just to get 10 minutes with her.

i've done Ares x Aphrodite hc's here

i do believe that Ares and Aphrodite were a better fit than Hephaestus and Aphrodite. i do not think Ares regrets marrying Aphrodite, though maybe he feels he could've handled it better in a way that preserved his relationship with Hephaestus and also got him Aphrodite.

i think both of them work quite hard to make amends with Hephaestus. neither are particularly malevolent in nature.

uhm. yeah. not much else to say ^-^

#anon #anonymous #asks #hc

[hana-loves-bumblebees]

Remember when I said I’d write a Trials of Apollo fanfic about Pothos, son of Iris and Zephyrus? Well, big surprise, I’m actually working on it?!?!?! (I’m

surprised myself.)

Here, you can have a little taste:

You remember the times when you weren't burdened by any of the gods’ doings. You were just a child, a toddler running around in the gardens at Mount Olympus barefoot, laughing, frolicking around with the nymphs. At the end of the day, your mother would come pick you up and carry you up to the mountain, where your house was. Your father would come soon, too, picking you up and dancing around the room with you in his arms. That period would not last long, though.

As soon as you learned to fly, you got your first job. Aphrodite noticed you and demanded you serve her. That wasn't bad, because now you spent most of your time with young gods your own age and made many friends among them - Hymenaios, for one. Then there was Eros, already looking like a human teenager, who liked to teach you younglings to dance, when he was in a good mood. And Aphrodite was quite sweet to you. She kept gushing over your baby cheeks and tiny dual-colored wings and brown eyes that flashed all the colors of the rainbow when you were particularly happy, feeding you bits of apple pieces drizzled in honey as she did so. Those times were also good. But they, of course, didn't last.

The best memory you have of your father also occurred in these times. He taught you how to suck in as much air as you could, and release it, creating a whirlwind. You remember his dark wavy hair that you inherited floating around his face in whatever direction he commanded. You remember his dark eyes shining with pride and mirth as you managed to make a tiny tornado. You remember him tickling your belly as you tried it again. You remember, and you mourn.

You didn't notice at first, but soon after, your father started coming home later and later with each evening, and when he did, he went straight to bed. Your mother became more and more irritated with every day, from her husband´s indifference and her hard task of serving as a handmaiden to the Queen of the gods both. One day she snapped. She yelled. Your father yelled back. That was the start. Soon, all their days were filled with screaming, fighting, dark whirlwind destroying your house. You curled up in the corner, hands over your ears, tears in your eyes, as the whirlwind tore at your clothes, at your hair and your red and golden feathers. You tried not to listen, but still, some words got caught in your mind. “Cheater” was one of them. “Controlling bitch” was another. “Fuck off to Sparta then,” another.

Soon after, your parents separated and left you in the middle. You saw your father for the last time when he stormed out of your house, which had been more of a wreck by then. He didn't look back. You stayed with your mother for some time as she relocated and left her job of a godly messenger to some new god, Zeus’ son called Hermes. You also remained by Aphrodite’s side, but now your friends looked at you in pity when you weren't looking. Eros looked at you more pitifully than the others, but why, you had no idea.

Eventually, as you grew (though your body remained no older than a human at, say, four years old), your mother started looking at you with disdain. Sometimes when she looked at you, she´d shudder and look away. At first, you didn't know why that was, but you'd understand soon enough. For when you looked into a mirror, you saw you resembled your father more and more. The same face, hair, skin color and even your wings seemed more red than golden these days. So you decided to ease her load.

You ran away. She didn’t look for you.

And that was that.

#toa #trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfic #fanfic #my fic #rick riordanverse #rick riordan #feedback would be appreciated!! #this is just the prologue #the real fic will be super long probably #oh yeah pothos is actually a real minor god lol #but like #super super minor

[morpheus-milkovich]

Morpheus x male!reader

The sandman Morpheus x male!reader fluff

Y/n was a male half-blood a son of Aphrodite his beauty was his downfall he was self centered obsessed with his looks it all started when he got attacked during the war with kronos.

Y/n had snuck on to luke castallens ship he knew it was stupid to go by himself but to him that didn’t matter he thought he could do it alone until one of lukes gaurds had caught him he quickly yanked his sword out slicing through the air hitting his opponents weapon.

A sliver flash flew past y/ns face a warm liquid now ran down his face y/n reached up touching his face blood dripped off his hands and face he looked up at his opponent before taking off running he knew he wouldn’t win alone.

That was years ago y/n had a scar from the tip of his left eye brown that ran down across his nose stopping in the middle of his right cheek, he always kept it hidden he felt ugly with it. he thought it ruined his beauty. His powers only kept his scar hidden for a week at a time before it would show again.

Morpheus had found y/n only a few months after the war it was odd for a god to talk too and care for a half-blood the whole reason luke had started a war was because the gods didn’t care so why was Morpheus so worried about y/n?.

“Why do you care?” Y/n questioned Morpheus for the third time today. The question made Morpheus stop what he was doing to turn around and stare at y/n as if he was wondering why this was so odd to y/n. “Don’t just stare at me mindlessly answer my question lord Morpheus no god has cared about half-bloods before so why do you” Morpheus was a few inches taller than y/n so as he walked over y/n tilted his head back to look up at him.

Morpheus set his his hand on y/ns face gently it was soft yet cold but comforting he talked lowly like a whisper but it wasn’t a secret “Why shouldn’t i care? Is it such an odd thing for someone to care? I am different from the gods you know of, i want to care. Infact i do care for my son and for you” Morpheus took his thumb to the tip of y/ns eyebrow starting to wipe away the makeup that kept his scar a secret.

Y/n quickly grabbed his wrist stopping his hand from moving any further down his face “Y/n why do you fear your beauty? Why do you hide it?”. Y/n shook his head not wanting to answer the question at hand “You truly do think its ugly? You’re wrong your scars don’t define your beauty it defines your power how strong you are y/n you didn’t get the scar from an accident you got it fighting for the lives of your half-siblings and the gods. I think brave is beauty”

Morpheus kept his hand still till y/n let go of his wrist he continued his thumb down wipping off the rest of the makeup. Y/n never saw Morpheus smile much but when Morpheus did smile nothing else mattered just like right now that smile was the most important thing to him “Even if you do not see your beauty i do” Morpheus set his hand under y/ns chin pulling his head back a little more so he could place a comforting kiss onto his lovers lips. All Morpheus ever wanted was to make y/n understand he was still beautiful to him.

#the sandman #morpheus #percy jackson #luke castellan #male y/n #lord morpheus #king of dreams #fluff #beauty #aphrodite

[ellienettie]

You haven't told me about demi-god!Tim 👀

and I never will :)

/j if you're who I think you are then hey babe imu <3 ily <3 I hope you choke on a stick and step on a lego <3

so anyway half god Tim is an au collection of snippets of Tim being various gods and goddess' son.

So far I only have Nyx, Zeus, Athena, Persephone & Hades, Aphrodite and Hermes written down BUT I have plans for Apollo (w/ cool aunt Artemis, Eris, and Hestia (but he's completely human with Hestia) and I want to write more :D here's some snippets <3

________________

The sky was clear. No sight of rain of fog whatsoever.

It was a normal night. It was a normal night, filled with fighting, bickering and slight physical attempts from Damian's side.

Dick sighs, already feeling a headache as Damian's grip tightens on the butter knife. Tim glares at him, and his eyes are so blue, shining with something almost electric. He flicks his gaze at Damian. "Aren't you going to do something? That brat's---"

"Pathetic, Drake. You can't handle me by yourself. It's a miracle that you're still alive."

There was a thunder as Tim's jaw clenches. He breathes, trying to calm down. Dick clicks his tongue. "Wooh. Looks like there'll be rain soon. Maybe we could skip patrol and just work on cases today." he nervously laughs, trying to ease the situation.

Tim looks at him again, and call Dick crazy, but he sees flecks of yellow in his eyes. Maybe it was the light. "I'm taking the night off. I have papers due tomorrow and some brat," he looks at Damian this time, and thunder rumbles again. "ruined all my hard work."

Damian tuts, chin raised high. "I did you a favor. Your work was sloppy. I expect you to take care of my company well, not to bring it to the ground before I've had a chance to fix your mistakes."

Tim clenches his fist and lightning flashes outside, striking a tree. Tim breathes, unclenching his hands and smiling politely at Damian.

"You'll be the one to bring WE down."

"Tim!"

His smile grows more vicious as lightning strikes closer to the mansion, rain starting to fall at a rapid phase. "You're an idiot, Damian. You're too rash with your decisions, you never think about the problems you'd cause for the future. The long term effects of your decisions in the present. You and your ego will be the reason for not only WE's downfall, but yourself as well. I hope you know that I wish you absolute misery in your future." Lightning strikes the tree right outside their house, splitting it down to the middle.

Tim nods at Dick. "Good day."

________________

Tim gasps at the sight of blinking lights around him. He tugs at the skirt of his mother. “Mama, what are those?” 

Nyx turns to her child, looking at the sparkling lights surrounding them with awe. She smiles. “Those are stars, my love. They guide my path through darkness as I drive the moon across the sky.” 

He looks up at her, owlish blue eyes looking at her in awe. “Can I have one?” 

She laughs, loud and free in her chariot. “My darling son, you can have them all. Connect them, move them, do with them as you wish. The only star I truly need is you.” 

Tim smiles at her, his skin sparkling as the wind tussles his hair. He’s bright, a brilliant light in her life. Her son. Her precious son. “I’m your star, mama?” 

She nods at him, gazing at him with love, a softness to her stare. “Yes Tim. You’re my star.”

#tim drake #tim centric #dc #batman #red robin #demi-god!Tim #timothy jackson drake wayne #timothy jackson drake #tim drake wayne #tim wayne #greek myth x batman #dcu

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

Forged in Love

Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader

Page break credits @firefly-graphics

Master list

Part 7

taglist: @streets-in-paradise @floraroselaughter

taglist open :)

     You were shocked to hear the words, you didn’t believe she had said them.  You of course thought of little else than the shoulder length, thick, dark haired man, but to hear her say he was an option was a complete surprise.

“My Queen?”  You asked, still shocked.

“My son is an option.” She gaged your reaction.

“I apologize if I come across wrong, but I had no idea he was an option, as you say.”  You tried to hide your questioning voice.

“He isn’t.  That’s the short answer.  But I have been watching him and you.  No other suitor is good for you, and my son needs someone.  He has been alone too long.”  You could hear a hint of remorse in her voice.

“Does he know he is an option?”  You ventured after giving her a moment.

“Not yet, but I plan to talk to him later.”  You thought for a moment.

“Is he even willing?  What I mean is, if he isn’t wanting to be considered, then there is no point in considering him an option.” Your mind flashed back to your encounter.  He seemed interested enough, at least not totally repulsed but you hardly knew him.  But then again, it felt like you did know each other.

“He will be once he finds out who it is.”  She gave you yet another knowing look.  “Hephaestus has never been the most social man, but you two seemed to get along the other night.”  Your eyes grew wide.  You had no idea she knew you even met.

“I had no idea you knew we met.”  You said it as a surprise because it was.

“I know many things, though I don’t always get the credit.  But sometimes it is better that way, for knowledge truly is power.”  She gave you a look that made you feel small.  You knew she didn’t receive much credit so any sort of power was coveted by her more than most.

“So, what do you say?”

“I think that if Hephaestus is okay with entertaining this idea, then I would like to get to know him better.”  It was a diplomatic answer, that didn’t betray that you felt more excited about the idea than you let on.  To get to know this man better was something you had been thinking about since you met him.  He had been so intriguing and you were excited and nervous.  You hoped he would want to spend time with you as well.

“Diplomatic.  I will talk to him and let Zeus know what you decided.”

“Thank you my queen, I appreciate your help.”  You were referring to her understanding of your limited options that would be suitable.

“I understand the importance of a good match.”  As the goddess of marriage and considering her own, you knew she really did.

     The next few days you were left to wonder what Hephaestus would decide.  You hadn’t heard, knowing you should get a message soon.  You had told Athena about your meeting with Hera, and she was surprised about this new idea, but said there was much wisdom in this plan.  With her approval you felt more encouraged by this idea, hoping he would feel the same way.  After all, he was a recluse and you hardly knew each other.  Athena had told you to stop worrying, you were the goddess of love and he would be a fool to not at least entertain the idea. This only made you feel a little better.  After what seemed like many days later, though it was only a few, Hermes arrived.

“Hello Aphrodite, how are you?”  He said, flying through the window in his boisterous way as usual.

“Hello Hermes, better now that you are here.  Do you have news for me?”  You had gotten up to greet him.

“And here I thought you just wanted to see me.”  He teased, handing you a gold envelope.  You tried to hide your excitement.

“I am always happy to see you.”  And it was true.  Hermes was a prankster and immature, but he was always kind and fun.  He also wasn’t interested in you the way the other gods were, and that made you like him all the more.

“You better!”  He teased.  “I have a lot of deliveries today,  so I will see you later!”  He turned and flew away.  You were grateful he left quickly, because you knew the envelope was from Hera.  You tore it open, fingers shaking.

Aphrodite,

     I have talked to Hephaestus and he has agreed to seeing you.  He has invited you to his forgery on the following morrow.  Zeus has agreed to this as well.  

~Hera

Short and to the point as usual.  You didn’t mind however, your mind reeling with the news.  Hephaestus wanted to get to know you better!  You were slightly surprised since he actively chose not to see anyone.  You were surprised as well that he invited you to his home, but also not since he would probably be more comfortable in his own home than anywhere else.  You tried not to think too hard about it, trying to not let insecurities creep in.  For a goddess of beauty, you still were insecure about yourself.  You immediately set out to tell Athena.

#aphrodite x hephaestus #Hephaestus!Bucky #hephaestus x aphrodite!reader #Hephaestus #aphrodite!reader #Aphrodite #greek gods #greek quotes #Greek Mythology #Greek #Greek Myth Fanfic #greek myth retellings #greek fanfic series #Forged in Love

[hotpotrandomfics]

Riordanverse OC: Cylus Cormac, Son of Hestia

Full Name: Cylus Cormac

Alias/Nicknames: Embers, House Husband, Cinnamon Roller, Heart Breaker

Godly Parent: Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth, Fire, Home, and Family

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Birthday: March 12th

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hairstyle, Hair Color: Wavy medium length, charcoal black

Eye Shape and Color: Upturned and Hazel

Lip Shape: Thin Lips

Nose Shape: Straight

Face Shape: Diamond Shape

Body Type: Mesomorphic, toned welterweight mixed with a swimmer physique 

Extra Traits: Light freckles along the bridge of the nose

Scars: Drakon claw marks on his back, a sword stab into his left shoulder, and a spear on his right lower abdomen

Height: 6'0"

Skin tone: Cinnamon brown

Ethnicities: Puerto Rican, Irish, and Greek

Personality: Calm and passive disposition, shy, compassionate, and rational

Flaws: Pacifism, dissimulation, self-deprecation, and shyness

Strengths: Loyalty, humanity, temperance, and compassion

Likes and Hobbies: Kind individuals, cooking, swimming, martial arts training, pegasus riding, guitar, dancing in private, heavy rock, and reading 

Dislikes: Arrogant and violent individuals, minotaurs, liars, country music, forced physical contact, and wasted food

Voice: Similar to that of Aaron Dismuke's character in RWBY (Oscar Pine)

Fears or Phobias: Genophobia, glossophobia, and atychiphobia 

Favorite Color: Persian Green

Favorite animal: Red Wolves

Favorite possession: A leather necklace with a hearth charm

Favorite food: Thai hot chicken pad thai

Least Favorite food: Pickles

Love interest: TBD

Best friends: TBD

Friends: TBD

Enemies: Extreme children of Priapus, extreme children of Aphrodite

Rivals: TBD

Species: Demigod

Fatal flaw: Low self-esteem

Powers:

Pyrokinesis

Past Visions

Serenity Inducement

Food Generation

Culinary Arts

Weapon(s):

Celestial Bronze cane sword

Stygian Iron and Silver alloy karambit knife

Fighting style(s):

Pankration

Fencing

Wing Chun

Judo

Jiu-Jitsu

Backstory: Cylus Cormac, was born through parthenogenesis in a hearth, out of a whim from Hestia and at the whispers of a prophecy three thousand years ago. Hestia was unsure what to do with her child as she only birthed a few in secret in her unusual manner. Cylus specifically was born in the hearthe of an abandoned home that belonged to an Irish immigrant in the forest of Puerto Rico. Cylus would be founded by a satyr named Natalia Bellerose, who named the infant after the former owner of the house. Natalia would take Cylus to New Athens to be raised in its orphanage until he was of age to train.

At camp, Cylus wouldn't be claimed until the day of his 13th birthday. Oddly enough, he was already settled in the Hestia cabin and would have awoken to a box by the hearthe in the cabin area addressed to him. Grabbing the box, he opened it to find his cane sword though he was unaware of it being a sword for some time. When he pondered his thoughts at breakfast, a symbol of a warm fireplace with a mild fire appears above the child's head and a Celestial bronze fire poker landed on his lap. While he was happy to be claimed there was an omen in the air of something off as he glanced to the Oracle cave within the hills of the valley of Camp Half-Blood and New Athens green lights began to flash. The next Great Prophecy to come...

Picrew:

#percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #the sun and the star #pjo #hoo #toa #tsats #pjo hoo toa tsats #pjo hoo toa #son of hestia #cylus cormac #pjo oc #hoo oc #toa oc #tsats oc #riordanverse oc #riordan universe #riordanverse

[roguerambles]

Victory Round

Record of Ragnarok - Thor x Male!Reader

Warnings - 18+Only. NSFW. Adult Situations. 

Victor of the first round, makes sense he’d be Reader’s first stop, yeah? :D Who shall be next, I wonder...?

-

“Lower.”

Thor grunted to the attendants, humming slightly as they doubled their efforts to massage his naked back. He was on his front, laid across a long table, only a towel covering his lower body. The room smelled of incense and wine, the healers Forseti had sent to tend to him following the match insisting it would quicken his recover.

Thor did not think any of the fuss was necessary, but Forseti had been quite insistent, and Thor had learned long ago that when it came to Forseti, it was best to simply let things run their course.

Besides, the wine was good, the incense was soothing, and the healers were both skilled and nice to look at. And after securing the Heavens their first victory in Ragnarok, he supposed he could stand being pampered a little.

The door to his chambers opened, and Thor heard a low voice murmuring to the attendants. Hands pulled away from him, and the God of Thunder grumbled quietly to himself, a little too relaxed to lift his head.

“What is it now, Forseti?” He asked, tilting his head to see the attendants scurrying from the room, causing him to frown. “If you are here to ask if I am enjoying the wine, I’d enjoy it a lot more if—oh….”

Hands dug into the muscle of his back, hard and precise, and Thor momentarily lost his voice as skilled fingers ran down his flesh, seeking out every knot and piece of tension they could find.

“Ohhhhhh…”

Thor couldn’t stop the deep, rumbling groan deep in his throat as he fell forwards, briefly surrendering to the masterful hands caressing his battle-worn body. He heard a soft chuckle, followed by a pair of thighs – strong, lovely ones from the feel of them - sling over the back of his waist, palms stroking surely down his lower body.

“Whatever Forseti is paying you…” Thor muttered, hissing slightly as another knot he hadn’t realised he had dissolved under skilful fingers. “…I’ll pay double if you come work for me.”

Laughter chimed above him, warm and playful, washing over him like warm, gentle rain. “I don’t work for anyone, sorry.” Lips brushed against the shell of his ear, voice warm as honey. “There are a lot of things I could be persuaded to do for free, however…”

Thor lifted his head, eyebrows quirking slightly upward as he glanced up to meet your grinning face.

“…a son of Aphrodite.” His lips curved into a small smirk. He recognised you from the arena, watching him with naked admiration. “What an unexpected pleasure.”

You scoffed playfully. “Unexpected? I doubt it. A pleasure?” Your eyes – pretty as the rest of you – flashed heatedly, your fingers reaching up to toy with a strand of his long hair. “It certainly could be.”

“I could throw you out for sneaking in here.”

“You could.” You looked pleased. “I don’t think you want to, though.”

“Hmph.”

Thor shifted and moved onto his back, unable to help the smug sense of satisfaction warming in his chest as your eyes greedily ran over his bare torso. He chuckled slightly as your fingers began to trail over his chest, a pleased hum in the back of his throat.

“A token of your victory?” You asked, fingertips softly brushing over the long, thin scar running from his shoulder to the centre of his chest. “The healers could not fix it?”

“I did not wish them to.” Thor watched the way your tongue flickered against your lower lip, your eyes drinking him in hungrily, a slow heat beginning to burn deep in his belly. “Lu Bu was a formidable opponent. I’ll wear the scar he gave me with pride.”

You smiled, your face lighting up, handsome in a way that most mortal wrote poetry about, that gods fought wars over. “For Lu Bu, then.” You leaned down to press your lips against his scar, and Thor’s mind immediately conjured images of your mouth in other places.

He reached up to grasp your waist, his hand slowly roaming downwards, feeling the smooth warmth of your muscles beneath the sheer silk you wore. You shivered and gasped softly as his hand reached around your hip to grab at your rear, your hips arching down and grinding into his own. Fire licked at his insides at your reaction, steadily building, stoking the heat in his blood since his battle in the arena. Only the thin fabric of your outfit and the towel over his waist between you both.

“For Lu Bu.” Thor echoed, pushing himself up towards you. Your hands stroked over his chest and shoulders, reaching up to tangle in his hair.

“And you, Lord Thor.” You murmured, lips grazing his jaw, chest rubbing lightly against his. “The Arena’s first Champion should be celebrated, yes?”

There was nothing sweeter than sex in the aftermath of a truly satisfying fight with a worthy foe, and the thought of you naked and writhing in his bed was appealing enough already. He squeezed your rear again, his other hand coming to run up your back.

“Take off your clothes.”

You grinned at him, bright and hungry, playfully stroking his jawline as you leaned back. Your golden bracelets caught the light, highlighting the tempting flashes of bare skin. “Do it for me.”

Thor normally preferred to be the one giving instruction, but this time he was happy to oblige. He reached for your loose tunic, yanking it roughly open, only for you to suddenly slip from his grasp, sliding gracefully to your feet beside the table. You stretched slowly, your torn tunic sliding from your shoulders, only your silky loose pants in the way.

Thor pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the table, tossing his towel aside. Your eyes immediately dropped below his waist, and Thor so no point trying to hide his arousal now. “Come here.”

You grinned coyly. “Come get me.”

He was going to enjoy you, he thought, feeling a smirk tug at his lips as he slowly followed you as you darted towards his bedroom.

-

Thor seemed even more big up close.

You fell backwards into the pile of furs, grinning up at him as he approached, letting your eyes roam over his deliciously naked form. His shoulders were exquisitely broad, arms and torso and thighs thick with powerful muscle, his length—sweet merciful Fates.

The corners of his lips tugged upwards in the slightest of smirks as he caught your gaze, before his large, large hand snapped downwards to grab your ankle. He yanked you roughly towards the edge of the bed, so easily you might as well have weighed nothing at all, leaning down to pin you underneath his broad chest, arms on either side of you.

“Take those off.” His eyes – dark and strange and burning hot with desire – trailed over your body, stopping at your loose pants. You laughed, breathless with lust, before reaching for the string, slowly unlacing it and pulling it away from your body. His eyes flickered back to meet your gaze, his fingers digging into the bed beneath you as you kicked your pants away, leaving you completely bare underneath him, save your ornaments around your wrists and ankles.

“Well…?” You licked your lips, reaching up to run your palm up his chest, nearly quivering with excitement at the sheer power you could feel radiating under his skin. “Do I please you, Lord Thor…?”

Thor’s gaze was intense, but there was no mistaking the hungry look in his eye. His smirk grew ever so slightly. “We shall see.”

Tease.

You shot upwards, pressing your lips to his. He was still for a moment, possibly from surprise, before a low, rumbling sound came from deep in his throat, like the sound of distant thunder. His mouth opened, his tongue lashing out to meet yours. You moaned, fingers reaching to tangle in his long hair, and Thor chuckled, low and deep, the noise vibrating in his chest.

His hand slid over your thigh, grasping firm around your waist, and in a single, smooth motion flipped you around, pushing you onto your front. You scrambled briefly, the furs tickling your bare skin, fingers digging in as Thor’s hands gripped your hips, lifting them sharply upwards.

“Hey, give me some warning—oh sweet Eros—” You cried out as Thor hard flesh pressed against your entrance, a spike of blazing lust searing through your belly as you bucked uncontrollably underneath him. Thor chuckled above you, his powerful thighs pressing against your backside, his rough, strong hands sliding over your hips to grasp at your own length.

“Fuck—!” You writhed and pushed your hips back in his grip, but the God of Thunder held you firmly in place, his lips coming to brush at your ear, his warm breath kissing your skin.

“…you came prepared.” He murmured, an undercurrent of heat in his tone. His fingers stroked and teased, and your vision swam as you struggled to form coherent words.

“Optimistic.” You choked out, wriggling under his hands. “Thor…Lord…Thor…ah…!” His lips trailed along your neck, over your shoulder, lingering kisses between your shoulder blades. “Ah…! Please…please, don’t—don’t stop—!”

Thor’s slow, agonising movements halted briefly. You felt more than heard a sharp intake of breath, his massive body pressing firmer into yours.

“You beg well.” His voice was low, filled with fire and lightning, thick with want. “Do it again.”

You could feel him pressing further against you, a hard promise that made your body quiver with anticipation, heat coiling in your belly. “Fuck me.” You panted, arching your back. “Please, please, Thor, I want it, I want you inside me so, so bad—”

Thor growled something you couldn’t quite make out, blood thundering in your ears, then his hands roughly yanked you backwards, his hips slammed forward, and the world dissolved into a sweet, red haze as heat flared deep within you.

“A-aaahhhhhhh….!”

A strangled moan spilled from your lips, fire pulsing through your veins, snapping your hips back in time with Thor’s – one, two, three, fuck, yes, yes – until his hips were slamming into you, over and over, his fingers digging into your waist.

“Thor—!” His name was all you could grasp, pleasure, burning, blinding, white hot crashing over you, blocking out everything that wasn’t his glorious body pressing down on yours, his sure, powerful thrusts driving him deeper, deeper—

The God of Thunder groaned, chest heaving, pulling you back against him as though he couldn’t get you close enough. “Again.” He growled through gritted teeth, the muscles of his abdomen flexing and contracting against your back. “Call my name again.”

“Thor.” You panted his name through gasps and moans, a deep root of fiery heat blooming low in your gut, rapidly spreading outwards. “Thor, Thor…fuck, fuck Thor, yes, Thor…!”

“Yes…!” Thor hissed, his movements becoming erratic. You clawed at the furs beneath you, you grip on reality being eroded by pleasure. “Yes…!”

“Thor…!”

“Yes….yes…!”

Your orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, setting fire to every nerve and sending you shouting over the edge, body shaking and writhing under Thor’s hands. The God of Thunder grunted and groaned, his thrusts stuttering before whipping his head back, long hair spilling over his shoulders as he roared with pleasure, the room vibrating with the sound.

You slumped onto the bed, breathless, body slick and aching deliciously. Thor panted softly, bending down to press his lips against the back of your neck. His hands ran slowly up and down your sides, his touch soft and gentler than you would have expected from the God of Thunder.

The surprising tenderness made you purr softly, something that seemed to amuse the larger god. His lips formed that same small smirk, and you twisted slightly in his grip, leaning up to kiss him, fingers stroking lightly at his jaw. Thor made a pleased sound deep in his chest, his palm rubbing over your hip and down to your—

“Lord Thor, I do apologize! Someone sent the healers away—AHHHHHHHHH!”

You startled underneath Thor, while he groaned and pressed his head between your shoulder blades. “Forseti.” He growled lowly, voice as dark as a storm cloud. “Not. Now.”

You peeked over Thor’s massive shoulder. You vaguely recognised the bespectacled deity cheering for Thor during Round One, although his face had been less red then. His hands hovered over his face, eyes darting around wildly, clearly unsure where to look.

“I…I…I’m so sorry…! I didn’t…I mean…I had no…Lord Thor, you are bleeding!”

Forseti practically shrieked towards the end of his sentence, and you glanced at Thor in confusion. Indeed, the wound on his chest was oozing blood, and Thor followed your gaze, the faintest frown touching his mouth.

“Oh.” You blinked rapidly, turning your head back towards Forseti, suddenly feeling rather sheepish. “I’m sorry. We…didn’t notice.”

Forseti shook himself, concern for his idol seemingly overpowering his embarrassment. “Lord…Lord Thor is supposed to be recuperating!” He snatched your pants from the ground and tossed them in your direction – they flew off the side, presumably because Forseti wouldn’t look at you. “Please leave!”

Thor’s frown slightly deepened. “He stays here.”

“The healers must tend to you! You can’t…you can’t do that!”

You could feel irritation begin to radiate from Thor, and, somewhat mournfully, you began to wriggle out from under him. “It’s alright.” You leaned up to kiss the corner of his lips. “I’ll come back later.”

Thor’s hand came to rest on your hip, fingers stroking along your lower back. “Stay.” He repeated, tugging you against him. Your breath hitched as you felt him already stirring against you once more. “I am not through with you.”

Forseti squeaked, looking mortified and close to fleeing the room. You shook your head, barely resisting the desire to climb into Thor’s lap. You settled for kissing him again, murmuring softly as you stroked his jawline.

“If that was you performing with an injury…” You pulled back, flashing a coy grin. “…I can’t wait to experience you at full strength.”

“Hmph.” Thor’s lips curved slightly upwards, although he still looked dissatisfied. You slid from the bed on somewhat unsteady legs, which seemed to please him, however.

Smug bastard.

“Yes, fine!” Forseti waved his arms, gesturing near frantically at the door. “Just…go, please! And put some clothes on!”

“Do no such thing.” Thor spoke over Forseti, eyes roaming slowly over you as you picked up your scattered clothes. “I prefer you like this.”

“Lord Thor—!”

You laughed, grinning playfully as you hung your clothes over your arm, taking your time as you walked towards the door. Thor’s gaze followed you, and you waved cheerily as the healers quietly ushered back into the room, Forseti fluttering around like a trapped bird.

“Really, Lord Thor, this was most inconsiderate of him! You are injured! This…he….strenuous activities should be avoided until—”

“Once the healers deem me fully recovered…” Thor interrupted Forseti, his voice rumbling behind in a way that allowed no argument. “…he is to be given full access to my chambers.”

You grinned as the door slid shut behind you, stretching your arms over your head with a pleased groan. You glanced around, listening as the faint sounds of the crowd’s distant roar trickled into your ear.

It seemed Round Two was about to begin.

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