#Greek mythology fic

[orqheuss]

Snake Charmer

(Ominis Gaunt x F!Gorgon!Reader) Fluff? World building? Set up? Who knows tbh. It's a story.

Summary:

Ominis could hear her pulse quicken as she stilled. Everything else in the cramped space fell away, leaving just the two slytherin’s, each one with their own morose history that has been broadcasted for all the world to hear. Two peas in a pod— two sides to the same coin— two scales on the same snake. *** Why was everyone so interested in the new girl? Ominis Gaunt was about to find out.

Word count: 3.8k

AN: because I wanted to write a story about Ominis and a Gorgon falling in love

Ominis was sure he was going mad. In fact, he was positive— some point between the end of his fourth year and the beginning of his fifth, he had gone absolutely batty. That was the only logical conclusion to the fact that he was hearing voices at all hours of the day. 

It started the day the new fifth year won in a duel against his best friend, Sebastian. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was moving at the same pace it always did: introduction to the new spell, practice on a small object, practice on a larger, vaguely person shaped object, and then finally a duel between each pair of students to prove their mastery. This day, though, took a different turn than what the young blond was expecting. Ever since starting at Hogwarts, Sebastian Sallow was Ominis’ dueling partner; there was never any question about it. It became such a habit that no one dared approach the pair once Professor Hecat announced the beginnings of the school sanctioned battles— you would never see one Slytherin without the other. So, when Hecat decided to pair the new fifth year with his best friend, well, it could be seen quite plainly that Ominis was not happy about the matter. 

As the duelists took their positions across from each other, the blond haired boy leaned against the nearest wall, a distinct look of annoyance turning down the corners of his lips and narrowing his eyebrows into a straight line. Most people would consider the look on his face a pout— not that anyone would ever dare at mentioning this to the boy. Ominis Gaunt did not pout, and he certainly did not scoff under his breath at the sound of his friend joking around with the new girl. What a preposterous idea. He wasn’t jealous, don’t be absurd. 

Though, it was nice hearing Sebastian get knocked down a peg by someone who had never held a wand in her life up until that point. 

Once the class was over, all Ominis wanted to do was slump himself into the Undercroft and take a well deserved nap. His head was pounding, and the near constant whispers of his classmates about the new girl were driving him up the wall. He couldn’t help but make snarky remarks in his head, quietly laughing to himself at the ridiculous questions his classmates were mumbling.

“Why do you think she wears that head scarf? I wonder what’s under there.” 

Hair, probably. 

“Did you hear her accent? Where do you think she’s from? Certainly not around here!”

Ten points to Ravenclaw for stating the obvious.

“Did you see how she was looking at Sallow? She just got here and already thinks she can take the most attractive boy in our year. The nerve!” 

Sebastian has the emotional range of a teaspoon, but best of luck!

“How could you even tell where she was looking? I couldn’t see a thing through those glasses of hers! Why is she wearing shaders inside?” 

Bold style choice, but alright. Not that he could really judge, of course. 

“Do you think she’s blind like Gaunt? Great, another person I have to make sure I don’t trip over.” 

That statement got his attention. Could she be blind like him? He didn’t hear any echolocation charm on her wand, nor did he sense a seeing eye animal or a cane around her. A very small part of him warmed slightly at the idea that he wasn’t alone in his struggles anymore. He craned his head more to the side, trying to catch more of the gossip as everyone began to file out of the classroom.

“No, she can’t be blind. It looks like she can get around just fine on her own— no charm blinking on her wand or anything. Still quite weird, though.” 

Ominis’ shoulders sank minutely at the news, the warmth in his chest freezing over once again. He sighed to himself before pushing away from the wall, deciding to just let his body carry him to the Undercroft on autopilot while he stewed in his thoughts. Sebastian was off talking to the new girl, so he would likely not be joining him until well after his next round of Crossed Wands later that day. Normally he would join the boy, cheering him on from the sidelines with the rest of his fawning fangirl club, and he was about to turn in the direction of the clock tower when the brunette’s voice broke through the haze. 

“Suppose I could interest you in some unsanctioned fun?” 

Well, if his new best friend was going to be there, then he wouldn’t miss Ominis’ presence all that much.

Just as the blond had resigned himself to an afternoon of solitude, another voice came through the crowded musings of his classmates. 

“Gods, I’m starving.” 

A completely mundane statement, one that had likely been uttered by half of the class as they left, but something about the voice drew him in. It was low in tone, like they were trying to hide their voice instead of projecting it to their friends, and had a slight hiss to it just under the words like the person was speaking through a mouthful of fangs. Ominis paused in his steps just outside the doorway, his ear turned towards the classroom as he tried to find the voice again. All he found was silence and the tiny ticks of professor Hecat’s dark magic detectors. 

Shaking his head, he leaned away from the door and made his way down the stairs, his mind puzzling through what just happened. He must have been imagining it, he thought to himself. The voice hardly sounded human, let alone familiar. Must have just been a trick of his mind, he had slept terribly the night before so it was logical he was just tired. Rounding the corner towards his secret alcove, Ominis stepped through the clockwork door to the Undercroft and began to climb down the winding staircase, hopeful that a bit more sleep would do him good. 

Fortunately, he had a lovely nap on the chaise lounge he conjured. Rather unfortunately though, the voice persisted. Morning, noon, and night he heard that incessant hissing tone in his ears, each day getting louder and more bold with what it was saying. First it was small things, things that most people would think to themselves throughout a normal day. 

“Where’s the bathroom in this place?” “My head itches.” “What I would give to take a nap right about now.” 

Normal things. But then, the statements started to get a bit…odd. 

“There’s something under my scale!” “He was rude, I want to bite him.” “I can hear a mouse somewhere. Can I eat it? Please?”

While Ominis was tired of hearing the random, grating voice slither through his ears at a constant rate, he was happy to report that he no longer thought he was going mad. The voice belonged to a snake— that much he was sure of. But, where was the snake? Did it know he could hear it? How was it somehow always in his vicinity? 

That was the question that was currently keeping him up at night. 

Everything culminated one faithful day when he next had Defense Against the Dark Arts. Today was lecture, and much like the rest of his classmates, he bemoaned having to sit and listen to professor Hecat go on and on about some unknown entity or creature that he could never encounter for the rest of his days. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a good teacher, far from it! But, much like any professor in the castle, she was not immune to the dreaded monotonous lecture voice. 

Upon entering the classroom, the first thing Ominis heard was Hecat’s voice speaking in hushed tones to someone. He would never admit it outloud, but the boy was dreadfully nosy. Honing his ears in the direction of the whispering, he caught on to her tone first— caring, soft, gentle, words that normally wouldn’t be found within one hundred feet of the professor— then the tail end of her words. 

“—if you are uncomfortable with today’s lesson, please know that you can leave at any time.” 

An equally soft voice replied in turn, a hint of uncomfort lacing their words. “Thank you, professor. I appreciate the sentiment, but I will be fine. It is not the first time I have been a part of such a lecture.” 

Ominis stilled in his seat, the hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention when he recognized the voice. It was the new girl again. Merlin, it seemed she had everyone wrapped around her little finger, even the formidable Dinah Hecat! 

It wasn’t that he had a problem with the new fifth year, in fact she had been quite nice to him when they met in the common room, it was just that all the rumors surrounding her made her sound a bit big for her britches. First she beat Sebastian in a duel, something no one has done since he started going to Crossed Wands and honing his talent, then she invites him to Hogsmeade with her and suddenly a troll is hellbent on clobbering up the street? Not to mention all the other things Ominis had heard about: taking out Ashwinder camps in her spare time? Flying all over the sodding Scottish Highlands and getting into all kinds of trouble against the Ranrok Loyalists? Sneaking into the restricted section with Sebastian and earning him another bloody detention, because what, she batted her eyelashes at him and he folded like a cheap suit? Who was this girl, and why did trouble follow at her heels like a pack of hellhounds? No, Ominis didn’t have a problem with her, he was suspicious of her, and the fact that the voice started soon after she got here certainly didn’t help. 

The blond sat back in his seat, arms crossed across his chest and a befuddled look clouding his expression as the professor took her spot at the front of the room, tapping her wand on the rickety old chalkboard and writing out the subject of the lecture for today. 

“Today, class, we will be discussing Gorgons, another creature traditionally deemed mythological but in fact walks among us magic folk unseen. Though, they very rarely make the journey across the sea to our backyard.” 

Ominis’ eyebrows narrowed more in confusion as he thought about Hecat’s words to the new girl. Why would she be uncomfortable with this lesson? What secret was she hiding that was related to Gorgons of all things? He tuned back into the lesson, hoping to answer some of his questions. 

Professor Hecat paced around the room as she talked, taking strides up and down the lengths of desks and weaving through her collections of artifacts from her time as an Unspeakable. 

“Gorgons, or ‘gorgos,’ meaning ‘fierce, terrible and grim’ in Greek, are inherently female creatures with snakes for hair and the ability to turn anyone who meets their gaze into stone. Many of you are likely familiar with the myth of Medusa, the only mortal Gorgon that was callously slayed by the Greecian hero, Perseus. But, there are two other Gorgons known in history: Stheno, the mighty or strong, and Euryale, the Far Springer.” 

The room was bathed in silence as Hecat paused in her speech, giving the class time to take notes on the creatures. Ominis sat still, his mind awash with possibilities for why the new girl would need to be excused from this lesson. Her accent was Greek, that was for sure. Could she have a history with Gorgons? That wouldn’t make sense, though. Many students have had run-ins with the creatures discussed in DADA, but they were never offered to skip that lesson. So, why was the new girl so special? 

A sharp, insistent sound shook the blond from his thought spiral, causing him to wince at the volume suddenly ricochetting in his ears. A terrible hiss filled the room, slithering throughout the encompassing space and echoing off the tall, vaulted cathedral ceiling. It was haunting, eerie, constant, like the creak of the floor in an abandoned house or a busted pipe in the middle of the night when you’re the only one home. A shiver ran up Ominis’ spine at the sound, trying desperately to block it out while also listening to those around him to see if they heard it too. He heard no whisperings, but with a quick flick of his wand, sparking the wood to life, he could see the silhouette of his classmates looking around like they were trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. Ominis relaxed slightly, relieved that he wasn’t the only one hearing the incessant hissing. 

His relaxed posture only lasted for a moment as a voice suddenly cut through all the noise, low and dangerous like a rattlesnake's tail in the tall grass. It was similar to the snake he had been hearing, but different somehow— richer, more human sounding. Ominis’ heart stilled in his chest when he recognized the cadence, knowing it intimately from all the times he spoke it while living at home. Parseltongue. 

“Be quiet. Everything is fine, no one is going to hurt us.” 

At once, the hissing stopped, shrouding the room in a blanket of silence once again. Dread began to curl its way around Ominis’ chest at the understanding of what that meant— what that could mean for the future of Hogwarts in general. 

Someone in the room was a parselmouth like him, and he would bet all of his galleons on it being the new girl. 

But, what did she mean by “no one is going to hurt us?” Who was “us?”

The professor continued her lecture, drowning the never ending list of questions permeating in his mind that seemed to grow longer by the second. 

“Gorgons are the children of Phorcys, a primordial sea god, and Ceto, a sea goddess, who happen to be brother and sister.” 

A snicker came from the back of the classroom, followed by the voice of none other than Andrew Larson, the class’ resident moonmind. “Purebloods know all about that!” 

Hecat leveled him with a glare, not an ounce of amusement present in her tone as she spoke. “Must you make that joke whenever we talk about Greek history? I dare say it wasn’t funny the first handful of times you’ve said it, Mister Larson.” 

Ominis could almost see the embarrassment on Larson’s face when he stuttered his reply. “Um, n-no, professor. I j-just meant—”

“We all know what you meant.” She silenced him quickly, her smirk present in her voice. “Now, back to what I was saying. Phorcys and Ceto had a large family together, including the Graeae, the trio of elderly sisters that share an eye, Echidna, a being of half-human, half-snake, Ladon, a fearsome dragon who was tasked with guarding the golden apples of the Hesperides, and Scylla, a woman with dog-headed loins. Because of Ceto’s reputation for giving birth to terrors, each larger and more colorful than the last, she became known as the “mother of sea-monsters.” Ominis could feel Hecat’s eyes linger on him for a moment, her speech stilling slightly as she took in his deeply puzzled expression. “Of course, among those children were also the Gorgons.” 

The aging professor continued, her steps ebbing and flowing around the classroom like a steady stream. “According to myth, Medusa did not begin life as a Gorgon. She was Ceto’s only mortal born child— human as any other babe. Some even say she may have been of magical nature, like all of you in this very room.” 

The blond slytherin heard Hecat’s steps falter for a moment, the soft swish of her hand running along a desk off to his right. He craned his ears in the direction, his wand picking up the movement as he tried to discern the student that the former Unspeakable was paying special attention to. The silhouette of a girl filled his mindseye, her form slumping down slightly in her desk as she tugged lightly on the scarf wrapped around her head. Ominis’ frown stretched deeper across his face at the realization that the professor was checking on the new girl, again. What was so special about her? Why was everyone so enraptured by her presence? She didn’t seem all that remarkable when in the school building at least. She was just mysterious. He was mysterious at first, but the fascination with him soon dwindled as his peers realized he was the same as everyone else. 

So, the slytherin pondered, why was she still the talk of the halls? 

Why was Hecat teaching this lesson?

Why was it important for a group of pubescent teenagers to know about something that existed across the ocean from them?

Ominis had more questions than answers, and each one confounded him more and more by the second.

“Medusa was a devout follower of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, handicraft, and war. One night, while praying to her goddess, she captured the attention of Athena’s brother, Poseidon. He appeared to her, intent on taking what he believed should be ‘his.’” Hecat paused, her stony gaze sweeping across the classroom as if challenging anyone to so much as breathe too loud. “He took her there, in the temple, leaving her on the floor as she sobbed and prayed to her goddess for forgiveness.” 

Ominis could cut the tension coating the air of the room like a thick, viscous fog with a knife. No one dared make a sound, enraptured by the words of their wise mentor.

“Some myths say that Athena took pity on the girl and transformed her into something that no man could ever gaze on again. Some say she punished her for leading a man into her sacred temple and letting him defile it. No one knows the true story except those who were there, and the old gods have long since left our realm for their own paradise on Olympus.” 

The apprehension screaming in every magical mind surrounding the dearly loved, and feared, elder was palpable in the tiny class space. 

“Now, some of you may be wondering why I teach this lesson.” As if reading his mind, Ominis felt Hecat level him with a stare that burned hotter than even the most blistering fire poker. “The answer, of course, is that no one knows what happened to the child of Medusa and Poseidon.”

The young Gaunt felt all the air get sucked from his lungs as if a dementor escaped from Azkaban just to find him specifically. A child of a god and a witch? It was unheard of— it was disastrous. Their magic would be unstoppable; nothing in their world would ever match the power of a child brimming with that much otherworldly energy. Whether they used their powers for good or evil, or even some mix of the two, they would be legendary all the same. At that moment, a thought came to Ominis. Would they also be part Gorgon? If Medusa was transformed while with child, who's to say that the babe would not share the same affliction. 

As suddenly as a strike of lightning, or a downpour in April, Ominis Gaunt answered the question that had been on his mind since the start of term.

  The new girl was a Gorgon. 

How had he not realized before? The snakes that were always around when she was— how her head and eyes were always covered— how no one knew where she hailed from and had no hint other than the fact that her accent was vaguely Greecian? It was right in front of his blind eyes from the beginning; he was just too much of a jealous fool to see it. 

Just then the bell chimed across the campus, signaling the impending class change. Professor Hecat’s voice broke through the bustle of his peers standing and gathering their things in preparation for their trek to their next lesson. 

“We will continue our discussion on mythos and magic next week. Please remember to study for the upcoming OWLs! They are written and practical, so be sure to practice the physical spells as well as memorize the theory!” 

Ominis scrambled to gather his things, determined to catch the new girl before she disappeared into the crowd. Dodging around a loitering Sebastian— the brunette’s hand raised as if gearing to make some idiotic, yet somehow still brilliant, point— he all but sprinted into the congested hallway. His wand waved in front of him as he scanned each person he passed, his ears tuned to any noise that sounded vaguely serpentine in the hopes that her reptilian tresses would sound out as they always did this close to lunch time. Alas, they were as silent as a dead rodent in a viper pit. 

Just then, the young boy caught sight of the girl, her silhouette moving ferociously  among the masses as if she would rather be anywhere but there. Underneath all his confusion, morbid curiosity, and pulsating anger at how she has been endangering, and possibly enchanting, his best friend, Ominis felt a pang of pity. He didn’t blame her one bit for wanting to leave as quickly as possible— not at all. He knew all too well how it felt to have all eyes burning through his skin at every turn, even if no one else seemed to figure out her secret other than him. He couldn’t let her escape, though; he needed answers, he needed closure. Halting in his tracks, he racked his mind for what he could do to get her attention. She wouldn’t hear him call her name in the ruckus around them, nor could he keep up with her brusk pace. There was really only one option to choose, and as much as he hated to do it, snakes had an incredible sense of hearing, or rather, in their case, an excellent sense for vibrations. 

His voice flowed from his lips in a strong hiss, the air seeming to break just for the words to slither their way to their target like a bush adder in a pile of leaves. “I know what you are.” 

Ominis could hear her pulse quicken as she stilled. Everything else in the cramped space fell away, leaving just the two slytherin’s, each one with their own morose history that has been broadcasted for all the world to hear. Two peas in a pod— two sides to the same coin— two scales on the same snake. 

Her “pets” were startlingly silent as her hung head raised from its slumped position against her chest, her sigh heaving her shoulders into proper posture— a constrictor poised to strangle. 

The boy felt her words before he heard them— the air stilling around him like a world born anew. 

“I suppose it’s my turn to explain things, then.”

AN:

Shes baaaaaacccckkkkkkk :)

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[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Yandere Olympus x human reader (headcanons)

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you were a mortal girl who had been taken in by the gods as a child. in return for this you lived amongst them working as a servant, since there were so many nymphs already there wasn't much for you to do but you always kept busy. one of the goddesses who had cared for you since childhood, aphrodite, had kept you close to her at all times rarely letting you go far from her gaze. you would help her with small tasks such as picking her jewelry for the day or helping her make new clothes, that was a more painful task. "i will never get this stitch done if you dont hold still!" the goddess complains trying to stick the needle through the fabric. "it hurts, you keep poking me" you complain trying to move away but she grabs your arm and holds you still. "i just need to make a few more stitches and-" she starts before getting cut off by the new presence in the room. "aphrodite may i speak with you" the commanding voice of hera calls from the entrance of the room. "why of course." she answers pinning the fabric together. "dont move my darling, you wouldn't want to ruin my flawless stitch work now would you?" she smirks before walking to hera, both far enough away for you to not hear what they were saying. one of hera's loyal crows had landed on a stool next to you cawing, you bent down and let it jump onto your finger petting its head. "hello pretty bird" you smile as it ruffles its feathers, nuzzling its head against your hand. "may i ask what you are doing?" hera's voice comes into the room. the bird flys from your hand onto her shoulder instead. "i-im sorry my goddess, i was simply petting your bird. they're lovely" you complement earning a nod. aphrodite comes back in and takes the fabric she had been sowing off of you. "oh dear you have so many scratches from the pins, you should see apollo he would be happy to heal them for you." she suggests hiding a smile behind you. you nod walking from her room. you were greeted by a few gods on your way to find apollo with smiles and waves, before you reached apollos temple you were stopped by the queen of the gods herself. "come with me mortal" she says waiting for you to follow. though your scratches stung you feared hera's reaction more if you disobeyed her "yes my goddess" you say following behind her. she leads you to her private room before sitting on a chair. "pour me some tea" she commands with a smirk, enjoying having you to herself. you hand her a cup of hot tea and stand near her "is there anything else you need my goddess?" you ask tilting your head. she thinks for a moment before using her powers to bring you to her lap, with a surprised gasp you are put on her lap like a child. she takes your arm that had scratches and small pin pricks from the sowing pins. "she really should be more careful with such a fragile thing such as you." the goddess mumbles. she grabs a piece of fabric from the table near her and wraps it around your arm. the two of you are interrupted by aphrodite clearing her throat from the entrance of the room. "i was worried that my little mortal had run away when apollo had not seen them yet. but i should've known they would be here, you always have liked to steal them away for yourself." aphrodite laughs with hints of jealousy. "then why dont you join us for some tea?" hera suggests. gesturing to a chair across from her. "well if you insist, only if i get a turn with our darling to" she smirks sitting down. this was your normal on olympus, being fought over by the gods. you had thought it was simply because they liked your company or help, if only you knew how much they truly loved you.

your usual day on olympus consists of at least 2 or more gods trying to steal your attention, whether its the hermes giving you flowers or other gifts he finds in the mortal realm or one of his brothers trying to one up him or if aphrodite demands a beauty day with her and artemis.

above all their fighting they still follow rules, giving an angry gglare or pouty face when another god that is more powerful steals you away. hera is famous for this, stealing you to help with the most minor tasks just so others cannot have you. only sharing with one of her friends or children.

when heron is brought to olympus things do shift. hera of course is horribly angry but doesn't start the war in this world because she knows that you would most likely end up hurt or she would be banished from olympus never to see you again. so instead she glares from afar.

you are not let anywhere near heron at first, being kept away by hera or ares. eventually though you manage to meet him and he was very kind to you, taking after the rest of his family and quickly becoming a yandere for you aswell.

of course he quickly is told that you are simply to be seen as a sibling not anything more. the gods dont want you dating because that may lead to them not getting as much of you or worse, you leaving them.

they refuse to let you grow old. once you turn a certain age they will turn you imortal whether you agree or not. youre theirs for eternity and no one or nothing will stop that.

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[aimee-maroux]

New story up for patrons with a fun and sexy illustration by @mcsiggy 🔥

While at the Festival of Drunkenness in Dendera in Egypt, Ariadne catches the eye of the powerful goddess Hathor...

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[hotgirlunderworld]

longing for you ˚ʚ ₊˚✧

Hi!! Here’s some Thanatos smut!! Very much 18+ so MDNI please! 

TW: masturbation, swear words, p in v, female reader, caught masturbation, breeding, fingering, orgasm denial

It was no secret to those who dwelled in The Underworld that your husband was known to be a bit of a workaholic. You couldn’t blame him however, his role in the mortal realm meant plans were being changed last minute and he would be gone for long periods at a time. It was his divine duty and this didn’t bother you, as he always finds a way to make it up to you when he returns home. He was the god of death, and death was a part of mortal life. You couldn’t be upset that he took his role in the mortal world very seriously. 

Unfortunately, a war had broken out amongst the mortals, resulting in your sweet husband being away more frequent as of late. For the first few months, you were patient, engaging in activities with the other deities who inhabited Hades. Now, you spent most of your time in your empty castle, making excuses as to why you can’t attend banquets and other festivities amongst the gods. The truth was, you’ve grown restless being apart from your husband for so long, and it was starting to take a toll. 

Your husbands twin brother was very sweet, and you had a lot of time for him. In between his godly duties he would check in on you, sometimes bringing you a mix of brewed herbs to help you fall into a better asleep. Although you and your husband shared a home in The Underworld not one minute walk away from his twin, you always appreciated Hypnos checking in on you. 

It was dark- I mean, technically it was always dark due to living next to the river Lethe. The only part of The Underworld that was always in complete darkness, the one light you had emitting from a small candle by your bedside table. 

You were sipping from a chalice filled with steaming hot lavender and poppy leaves that Hypnos had brewed for you earlier this evening. You gazed into the candle, sitting upright in your bed, wearing nothing but a black satin night gown, your nipples hard poking through the fabric. 

You set the chalice down beside the candle hesitantly biting your lip. You wish you could say you were a good wife- one who didn’t have these constant fantasies and act upon them. You would never touch another man while your husband was gone- that was not you. But you did however, catch yourself daydreaming about your husband’s beautiful physique, especially his sculpted body pressed up against yours. These thoughts usually followed with you having to satisfy yourself to keep you sane.

You slide the straps of your nightgown down, revealing your breasts. It was cold this evening, but with the heat in your cheeks and core, you hardly even noticed. You pull your nightgown up, revealing your dripping mound. 

Sliding down the bed so you’re lying on your back, you take two fingers into your mouth and coat them with spit. Moving your hand down to your soaked core, you push your two fingers inside, gasping at how good your own fingers felt. 

You take your breast in your free hand, squeezing gently. You moved your fingers out of your glistening pussy, moving up to your swollen bud, rubbing quickly. Your head sinks into the pillow in pure pleasure, your climax fast approaching. 

You let out small breathless moans, rubbing your sensitive clit faster now that you can feel the familiar heat in the pit of your stomach.

You suddenly let out a shocked gasp at the feeling of thick, glove clad fingers grabbing your face, stopping you in your tracks immediately. 

“Don’t. Stop.” Honey eyes met yours, dark and filled with lust. 

“T-Thanatos!?” You croak, sitting upright in an instant, his hand not leaving your throat. You are instantly embarrassed being caught in the act, and your face felt like it was on fire. How long had he been watching you for? 

He continues his grasp on your throat, gently moving you back down into the bedsheets. “I said. Don’t. Stop. I want to see my sweet wife cum for me.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved down to your breasts, taking your hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. 

You were so in shock that your husband was here with you, it was the last thing you were expecting this evening, and if you had known he was returning from the mortal realm, you would have put in some extra effort in to how you look. 

“You look fucking beautiful just as you are right now, my sweet wife.” He says smoothly, you momentarily forgetting you are bound together and can access each other’s thoughts when close. “Now, are you going to be a good little slut and cum for your husband?”

His honey eyes bore into yours for a moment, biting your lip, you nod your head, moving your hands down to your needy pussy. He lets out a dark chuckle against your skin, watching the scene in front of him with lustful eyes. 

You begin circling your clit again, picking up where you had left off. Your eyes fluttered closed, licking your bottom lip as you begin going faster. 

“That’s it (Y/N), I can see how close you are. Fuck, you look beautiful. Say my name baby I need to hear you say my name when you cum.” 

“T-Thanatos.” You choke out in between breathless moans. 

“Again.” He says grabbing your full breast in one hand, and your neck with his other. 

“Than- Thanatos I’m gonna..” Before you could get another word out, your orgasm hit you like a tonne of bricks. Still circling your swollen bud, you were moaning and writhing underneath your husband’s lustful gaze. 

Catching your breath, Thanatos releases his hold on your throat, quickly undoing his dark grey and black robes, exposing his throbbing member. Kicking his robes to the side, he pulls your legs towards him in one swift motion, bending them back so they were pinned behind your head. 

“Look at your pretty little cunt baby. It’s dripping for me.” He used the tip of his erect cock to tease your entrance, causing you to moan in desperation. With his thick grey fingers, he swipes up and down your folds, causing you to shiver in anticipation. 

“Please Thanatos. I need you- I need all of you.” You grabbed your husbands pale grey cheeks, bringing him down closer to you, pulling him in for an open mouth kiss that you’ve been craving ever since he last left. 

Your tongues danced against one another, and he thrust his hard cock into you, filling you up, the tight fit causing you to moan into his mouth. It always shocks you at just how thick he is, filling you up to the brim. Your eyes shoot open by the sudden entry, causing you to moan your husband’s name loudly. 

He grabs your flushed cheek in his hand, making you look into his honey coloured eyes, not missing a beat with each of his harsh thrusts. You could feel in this moment just how much he’s longed for you since you’ve been apart. Thanatos continues to plunge into you deeper with every thrust, lapping up every one of your little moans and whimpers, the sound making him animalistic.

You feel the coil tightening in the pits of your stomach, and you knew you were extremely close. 

“Husband, I’m so close...” You moan out. 

“Not yet, (Y/N),” Thanatos murmurs against your neck.  “If you dare cum right now you’ll be in trouble.” 

You wrap your legs around him, bringing your husband even closer than before, you’re not sure how much longer you can last. You start to feel tears form against your eyelashes, trying so hard to keep your climax at bay. 

Thanatos continues his fast pace, and you can feel his thick cock twitch inside you. “Now baby, cum on my cock princess.” 

With one last push against your cervix, he fills you up with hot cum, you both reaching your highs at the same time. Thanatos grunts against your neck, filling you up with his seed, his rapid pace continuing, riding out your high. 

Your husband pulls out of you slowly, and lays next to you in the bed breathless for a moment. You both just lie next to each other, both trying to catch your breath. Thanatos pulls you on top of him, so your head is laying against his broad, sculpted chest. You lay there together in blissful silence, revelling in each other’s company. 

“Gods, how I’ve missed you my love.” You say in just above a whisper. In this moment, you are delighted that your husband is home in your arms, but after that sex, as well as him being gone for so long, you can’t help get a little emotional, tears filling in your eyes, falling down onto your husband’s chest.

He hugs you tightly, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

“Lord Hades has granted me a break, since I have been working so tirelessly of late.” Thanatos speaks gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. “I am not leaving you, (Y/N). We can be together for as long as you need.” Your husband whispers, placing another delicate kiss against your temple. 

“I apologise that my duties mean that I’m always having to leave for months at a time, please know (Y/N) that my love for you is as strong as the day we married, and I will continue to love and worship you for the rest of my life.” Thanatos swears, rubbing up and down your back in a comforting manner, hoping that you forgive him for always having to be away.

“I love you too, husband. With my whole being. I would do anything for you.” You say in between a sniffle, wiping the remainder of your tears away. Thanatos gives you a reassuring smile, and presses a sweet kiss on your lips.

You snuggle closer into the crook of your husband’s neck, feeling at ease for the first time in a while. Although you knew he would inevitably be gone again, you couldn’t help but feel calm and relaxed hearing his steady heartbeats, pulling you into the best sleep you’ve had in a while.

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[pelideswhore]

Summary: Agamemnon returns to Sparta from the civil war in Mycenae in order to ask for Clytemnestra's hand in marriage—just to learn that she is now already a wife and a mother. He takes it upon himself to do what must be done to claim what is rightfully his.

TW: assassination, stabbing, neck snapping, infanticide, incest (Agamemnon and Clytemnestra are basically step-siblings), grooming (Agamemnon is 22, Clytemnestra is 16–their ages are not mentioned but reflected in writing), toxic relationship, fade to black, gaslighting

A/N: i still have not gotten over vans’ rating of this fic so here it is despite the fact that i haven’t posted my writing on tumblr in ages. in most versions agamemnon’s tantalus and clytemnestra’s tantalus is the same guy but that literally makes no sense so i just changed him to some guy with the same name here

Word Count: 3,233

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Blood-Red Hands

PART I | PART II | PART III

Agamemnon’s personal guard stayed outside with the Spartan guard while he entered the throne room. He smiled at the sight of the formal line-up the royal family was standing in, then started laughing as he walked down the fancy rugs they had laid out for him. “You all look like someone’s shoved a spear up your asses.” He stopped in front of the throne. “Loosen up, it’s me. I’m not a stranger.” Despite that, he bowed low in front of the King of Sparta.

Tyndareus chuckled and Agamemnon stood straight. “It’s not every day you get to meet the King of Mycenae.” He took Agamemnon’s hand with both of his and smiled warmly.

“Just a handshake?” Agamemnon asked, smirking. He took his hand out of Tyndareus’ and pulled him into a tight embrace. “I’m still your son,” he whispered into his ear. Some flattery would do no harm for when he wanted to make his request.

The king of Sparta patted Agamemnon on the back once he had let go and moved on to the next people in the row. Castor and Pollux were grinning from ear to ear as he came closer and pulled them in with one arm each. When he had left for Mycenae, they barely reached his armpits, now they surpassed his chin. “You’re not beating us in any races anymore,” Castor snickered. Even their voices had gotten deeper.

“We’ll see about that.”

Next in line was Helen. She too was smiling, arms slightly opened, welcoming him in for a hug. He put an arm behind her back and kissed her cheek. “It’s always good to see you,” he said, already moving on to his brother before she could return the greeting.

The first thing he noticed about Menelaus was that he had grown out his hair. The strands of what looked like falling fire now reached his jaw—it looked good, and Agamemnon told him as such. But Menelaus snickered. “Couldn’t say the same about you. Your hair looks like a pile of shit that’s been dragged through Tartarus and back.”

Agamemnon inhaled sharply. “You fucking bastard,” he hissed, running his hand through his hair once, then twice.

Menelaus slapped his hand away. “Tell me what it’s like back home.”

“It’s … amazing. We kept our treasures, took what Aegisthus has left too.” Agamemnon lowered his voice. “I might just be the richest king in all of Greece now, and trade is going great. The people couldn’t be gladder that we’re back.”

Menelaus smiled sadly and shook his head.

“No, you can’t.” Agamemnon shook his head. “You belong in Mycenae. You can’t stay here.”

He shook his head again. “I don’t belong in Mycenae, Agamemnon. I’ve spent almost half of my life here, I'm the prince of Sparta now.”

Agamemnon sighed. There was no convincing him of anything else. Besides, the Fates only knew—having a brother in Sparta may prove beneficial someday.

“How’s Pleisthenes? Is she well?” Menelaus continued.

“Couldn’t be better. She got married.”

“She did?”

“Yeah, she gave birth just before I left for Sparta. We’re uncles to a healthy boy,” Agamemnon said, nudging him. “She named him ‘Pylades’.”

Menelaus smiled. “May the Gods bless him and keep him from harm.”

Agamemnon grinned and flicked him on the forehead. “You sentimental fuck.”

He turned, looking for the true reason he’d come all this way. On Tyndareus’ other side stood Clytemnestra, but Agamemnon’s eyes trailed over her to the man she was standing beside. He frowned. He hadn’t noticed him before, but it did explain why they were all being so uptight. Agamemnon frowned, looking between the man, Tyndareus, and Clytemnestra. “Who is this?”

The man extended his hand and Agamemnon reluctantly shook it while Tyndareus introduced him. “This is Tantalus,”—blood rushed to his head—“Clytemnestra’s husband.” Agamemnon’s heart dropped and his eyes sliced to her. She looked up at him with big, pleading eyes and Agamemnon barely stopped himself from stabbing right through the man, then and there.

Tantalus let go of his hand, which had gone all clammy. “No one thought to let me know?” he asked. Even to him, his voice sounded tense.

“We weren’t sure how stable the situation in Mycenae was.” Tyndareus paused. “You know, you getting overthrown and all.”

“Yes, thank you.” I am king now though. He moved on to Clytemnestra with a straight face. Her eyes were glued to his face, practically begging for a reaction, but he avoided them as he leaned down to kiss her cheek like he had Helen’s.

—

The door slammed shut behind Agamemnon even though he tried to sneak in quietly. Clytemnestra turned around and he turned the lock. “What the fuck was that?” he asked, storming inside.

She met him halfway. “Don’t be angry, Agamemnon.”

“‘Don’t be angry’? Are you fucking serious?”

“I wanted to tell you, I really did.”

“You wanted to tell me? What about not marrying him in the first place?”

“It wasn’t my choice!” She pushed him away gently and gestured to her bed. “It’s good enough that he agreed to marry me after you.” She looked at him meaningfully.

He rolled his eyes. “What’s next? Do you have kids now too?”

Her eyes widened and she looked between the floor and the door.

Agamemnon stepped away from her, shaking his head slowly. “No. No, you don’t.” His hand traveled up to his waist. He pushed his sword out of the way. “Clytemnestra…” He exhaled shakily, then started laughing ironically. “You know I came here to ask Tyndareus for your hand in marriage?”

“I want to marry you.” She approached him again and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I would marry you.”

He absentmindedly walked around her room. At least her room hadn’t changed since he’d last seen it. Her large bed was on the platform, the maroon drapes hanging on either side. A chair and loom beside the window, and a door to her bath on the other side. He walked around the sofa in the middle of the room and back to her once he had registered what she had said.

Agamemnon leaned down to put his forehead against hers and smiled. “What is that supposed to mean?”

She looked away. “I would marry you. If it weren’t for certain obstacles standing in the way.”

Agamemnon put a single finger on Clytemnestra’s cheek and turned her head to face him. “What are you implying?” he whispered. “If I were to get rid of the obstacles for you, you would marry me?”

“I would.”

He smiled. “Then I’ll show you just how far I’ll go for you.”

Clytemnestra kissed him and smiled against his lips. “The door is locked?”

He kissed her. “Of course."

NEXT CHAPTER

#greek mythology #greek myth #agamemnon #clytemnestra #agamemnon and clytemnestra #i hate tags! i hate tags! yayyy!!! #ancient greece #mythology #greek gods #mythos #greek mythos #greek heroes #myth #iliad #epic cycle #homer #fics #writing #greek mythology fic #menelaus #helen of troy #helen of sparta #castor and pollux #ao3 #my writing #ancient sparta #pre canon #and other tags #just reblog this pls. tysm.

[percervall]

THE TOTO ONE YOU WROTE 😱🤤 I am extremely unwell and also … uhmmm… would you ever consider writing sumthing like with.. Rose (not virgin one though)? 🫣😈

🥰so happy you enjoyed this fic! and thank you for coming to my inbox to let me know, I love messages like this!

Oooh 👀 if the inspiration is there, I wouldn't rule it out. What would you like to see anon?

#ask #anonymous #greek mythology fic

[crxss01]

— Finally

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ percy jackson x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ you and percy confess to each other after an argument while you both fought a monster.

warnings ✧˖ ° violence (they are fighting a monster), making out in the middle of a fight, curse words.

m. list, main m.list.

"you do know that this is all your fault, right?" percy yelled at you as you both fought the scythian dracanae side by side.

"my fault? what the fuck are you—" you looked at him in disbelief but then regretted doing so when the she-monster took the opportunity to take a swing at you with one of her serpent trunks.

percy deflected the attack that was made towards you, pushing you out of the way. "stay focus!" he yelled.

"i will when you stop blaming every misfortune on me!" you yelled and attacked the female reptile.

"sssssstop, your argument givessss me a headache!" the monster demanded.

"you can get headaches?" percy asked with a chuckled.

you couldn't deny that it sounded so goddamn attractive, and it made you more mad than you were already.

"shut up, percy." you told him. "stay focus, remember?"

"here you go again." he complained, now fighting the dracanae on his own as you were knocked off your feet. "you okay?"

"yes, i'm okay." you answered, just laying there for a second going over memories of decisions you had made and regretting them before standing back up and holding onto your sword tightly.

"good, because you keep getting distracted. stop that or you will get yourself killed."

this bitch.

you rolled your eyes but he was right, you needed to stay focus on the fight. you briefly wondered why it was taking so long since percy was an excellent fighter and he could've killed the dracanae in five minutes flat.

"why. haven't. you. kill. this. thing." you panted out, landing a blow after each word.

"i don't know, maybe i wanted to spend time with you." he said sarcastically or at least you thought it was.

"very funny." you said dryly, why did he have to play with you like that.

"is not a joke though." percy said, feeling a bust of courage.

your head snapped to him so fast that you thought you might have gotten whiplash. "what?"

"look, i know this isn't the most convenient moment to say this but i’m full of adrenaline so imma take the chance to tell you that i like you." percy sighed and stopped fighting.

the dracanae stood there staring at the scene of you two completely forgetting about her.

"unfortunately for you..." you made a face, just for the drama of it and watched percy's face slowly fall. "i like you too."

percy let out a dry chuckle, throwing his head back with another sigh then shaking his head. "i hate you so much..." he mumbled then walked to you.

he grabbed your face between his hands and attached his lips to yours. you dropped your sword, putting your arms around his neck and kissing him back with as much passion as he was. it was so addicting, the smell of sea salt and the taste of blueberries of his lips was driving you crazy from just a few seconds of kissing.

you two separated then leaned back in after taking a few deep breath's, this was exactly what you needed right now. you could kiss him all day and not get tired of it. his hands came down from your face to your neck, to your shoulder until they rested against your hips.

"how dare you two do thissssss infront of me!! thisss issss—" the dracanae got interrupted by the humidity coming off the ground and turning to water that engulfed around her, drowning her voice inside of it.

you unfortunately couldn't see that at the time because you were too busy kissing percy jackson, your boyfriend? maybe.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblogs are really appreciated!

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[thefatedthoughtofyou]

I need a Hades!Eddie and Persephone!Steve au.

Because Steve is a bitch who would absolutely become the queen of the underworld. And Eddie is a little dark loner who hangs out with his dog and guilds souls and would absolutely melt seeing Steve when he goes topside sometime.

Steve is just wandering a forest humming to himself, fingers moving gently over the trees he passes, looking like sunshine. A crown of flowers glimmering on his head, flowers growing behind him as he walks, his robes almost glowing in the shadows of the trees, vines and blooms seem to swirl around his robes.

And Eddie probably runs into a tree. Or is on some cliff and watching Steve and just wanders a step too far cuz he's mesmerized. and he just fucking falls and all Steve hears is an "aw shit!" And then a crash.

So he runs over and finds this mess of a guy in a tangle of limbs with a cut on his head, probably tangled in a shrub, trying to tug his arm and his black flowing robe out of the brambles and he's just yanking on it with reckless abandoned muttering to himself like "son of a- are you kidding me with this?"

And Steve just watches him, equally enraptured at this mess of a man as he was by Steve.

And then he notices Steve standing in the shadow of the trees and flails backwards, hits his ass on the rocks as he falls again. Steve rushes over, his hands out like he'd tried to catch him and Eddie just looks up at him, breathless and is like "uum... hi?"

And Steve tucks his hair behind his ear and he fucking blushes, bites his lip as he looks down at Eddie, his arm wrapping around himself as the one that was tucking his hair gives Eddie a shy little wave and he's like "hi."

And Eddie gets this dopey smile on his face, because even Steve's voice is beautiful and he just sighs up at him and says "hi" again.

Steve's answering laughter rings through the trees like the most beautiful music Eddie's ever heard.

#fates endless inkwell #fei #steddie #steddie au #steddie greek mythology au #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie blurb #my writing #mine #my fic

[dootznbootz]

Odysseus would be the type of dad who would let baby Telemachus taste a lemon just to see the funny face he makes.

#If lil Telemachus started to cry ofc he'd feel bad and comfort him (he adores his baby boy) but he'd still give him the lemon. #odysseus #odyssey #the odyssey #telemachus #mythology #greek mythology #tagamemnon #iliad #the iliad #fic ideas are a brewing #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

100 followers special! Ty all so much <3

Yandere ceo hera x reader (headcanons)

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you worked as an assistant to hera, you had gotten the job after a friend of yours was fired claiming that hera was a live version of devil wears prada. but you needed a job so you had applied anyway.

on your first day it was as you expected, hera hardly payed attention to you instead pawning you off on other workers to train you on what to do. as weeks went on though and you proved to be useful and a good worker hera began to talk to you more, it wasn't much just simple things or small complements if you did a good job which was rare from her.

even though she hardly payed attention to you when you weren't in her presence you couldn't help but notice her stares from across the room or through the glass walls of her office when she saw you talking to another worker at olympus co. especially if it was one of zeus's children that wasn't her own.

the longer you worked there the less people talked to you and the more hera talked to you. you noticed a few glances from others but they quickly looked away as soon as hera would go near you. she began sending you on more personal tasks like fittings for an outfit for the new charity gala shes hosting. after all her personal assistant cant just show up in poor clothing.

eventually when you get to work she doesn't even let you out of her office, she sets up your own little desk claiming its so that she doesn't have to go through the building looking for you if she needs you but truly its to keep you from others.

you would walk into work everyday with new gifts on your desk from expensive chocolates to cute jewelry (with purple diamonds of course), and just anything else to show that you are hers.

if however she catches you outside of her office talking to someone she has forbid you to talk to then you will no longer be able to do that. she is one of the richest people in the world with vacation homes around the world. and billions of dollars to pay off anyone who may come looking for you when she takes you.

she'll hide you off in one of her vacation homes on her private island so that theres no chance of you escaping when she isnt there. she gives you only the most luxurios things and food and has plenty of personally approved maids to help you and make sure you dont go mad being alone on an island.

hera comes to visit you every weekend and schedules a bunch of unamed buisness trips (or atleast thats what she tells everyone else) where she will visit you. the mansion that you are kept at has everything you could ever need so you wont ever try to escape. you also wont ever try to escape because of the cruel punishments promised if you do.

life with hera is quite lovely once you accept that youre never aloud to do anything without her knowledge. and maybe if youre lucky she may even let you back on the mainland, as long as you obey her alone.

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#bloodofzeus #bloodofzues #greekmythology #blood of zeus #ceo Olympus #modern au #modern blood of zeus #yandere headcanons #yandere hera #hera x reader #hera boz #hera #greek mythology fic #yandere blood of zeus x reader #yandere blood of zeus

[aimee-maroux]

Sometimes I remember to remind people that I have a Patreon by updating y'all about the stories I'm writing.

Pygmalia creates the perfect woman in this lesbian retelling of the Pygmalion myth. What happens when the power of Aphrodite turns her into flesh & blood?

$10+ patrons enjoy the illustrated version with a sensual artwork by @greypetrel.

Read the plain text version here.

Upcoming in December is another wlw tale in which the valkyrie Hrist hooks up with Freydís, a female warrior of the einherjar whom she chose from the battlefield.

Patrons will also get to vote for a set of sketches for holiday cards, the winner of which will be turned into a printable download by an actual artist (aka not me).

If that sounds fun to you and you are 18+ years old, join here!

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[wordsofhoneydew]

“I am made of memories.” - Patroclus

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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[pelideswhore]

final chapter!!!

reblog and leave comments/kudos :D enjoy

#with every passing day i become less bothered to tag stuff #greek mythology #greek myth #agamemnon #clytemnestra #greek mythology fic #greek myth fic #greek myth adaptation

[brabblesblog]

As if the gods made you to ruin me.

A little love letter for everyone who makes art for this vampire man.

Inspired by the Greek myth of Pygmalion and Galatea. First person POV. A sculptor confronts a piece of marble, and Astarion is their masterpiece. One-shot.

The idea of statues "breaking free" from the marble is taken from Michelangelo. This can be better seen in his Prisoners.

@spacebarbarianweird mentioned Pygmalion today, and this idea came to me.

Read on AO3.

P.S. If my writing is something you're interested in, please consider my masterlist. I highly recommend beginning with the 'Whither' series. Thank you<3

The finest, purest white marble. I stare at it, unsure, trying to parse out the figure trapped in the block for me to release. An elf, I think, my hands reaching out in front of me, imagining where the curves would be. Curls, long and growing over his ears. A sharp jaw, strong and yet delicate.

I pick up my tools, and begin my work.

It’s almost as if I’m not in control of my creation. My hands work of their own accord, carving in features that genuinely surprise me and were probably not what I would have preferred, but the longer I look, the more it seems right.

It has deep, piercing eyes, with crow’s feet. I find myself staring at it at times during breaks. It looks like it’s trying to escape its stony prison, emerging from the formless block. Its expression is poignant, as if it was lost in thought.

Smile lines? I draw backwards and away from the sculpture, frowning myself. It gave the man a look of maturity even though it was youthful. Together with the smile lines and the subtle wrinkles on its face, it seemed as if the man had lived a harrowing life before being trapped in the rock for me to uncover.

And yet, it was beautiful. There was something ethereal in the way it gazed out into space and pondered nothing.

I keep up the work. I feel myself slowly getting absorbed by it. The compulsion to keep going is overwhelming, and unlike any other. I don’t eat other than the bare minimum. I don’t leave my room unless necessary. I don’t think of much else other than what part of him to carve next.

It - no - he consumes my thoughts. In the day I carve and release him from his marble prison. At night I dream of him. Of his face, of his delicate hands, of his lithe body. I dream, I wish, and I long.

He is my finest work, the star amongst my oeuvre. My patrons are forgotten, their commissions delayed. Their ire is nothing to me. There is only him.

Astarion.

The name, his name, comes to me in a fever dream. He reaches out to me, and I ask him what he would want to be called.

A frown crosses those features, and I want more than anything to press my lips to his forehead and smooth the furrows on his brow. I watch him open his mouth, and it surprises me to see fangs.

“Astarion,” he says, and his voice catches me by surprise. There is a slight nasal timbre to it, and a drawl, almost a purr, at the end.

I snap awake, staring at the marble statue. He is looking at a spot about a meter away from where I am right now, the moonlight streaming through the window illuminating his ivory skin.

Ivory. Color. I remember now. His eyes were crimson, his hair white as snow. Features I had never imagined, the medium of my work limiting me from even considering anything regarding complexion. However, the stone was a close match to his skin in my dreams - a white so smooth it was almost pearlescent.

A vampire, I realize, as I remember one more thing: the scars on his neck. I pick up my chisel and walk over to the marble, my hands searching for the spot I remember from my dreams.

I carve, and it is perfect.

I wonder who he is, and what he’s done in his life. I am almost done freeing him, the stone block now only at his knees. I work on his genitals, shaping them as best as I can. I carve out a vein, which I would imagine to be of a bluish tint.

His body is beautiful, and I step back to admire it. Muscular, but not too large. Delicate, long limbs, the marble’s natural veins adding to the illusion of an actual circulatory system. Fingers that would make a pianist weep. Strong legs, with subtle thigh musculature.

He is full of contradictions. Masculine, and yet feminine, his hands on the delicate tilt of his hips. Youthful, and yet his face belies a strange maturity and melancholy. So real to me, and yet here he is, just the work of my hands and my overactive imagination.

I am enthralled.

I do not put him on display once he is done. I don’t sell him. He stays in my room, taking up valuable working space. I do not care.

He is my muse. I talk to him, argue with him, ask him for his thoughts. There is no response, no more dreams.

I weep. I mourn for something that never was. I seek company in lonely taverns, for warm bodies to lose myself in. It is never enough. It is not even close.

I cover him in a sheet. I don’t want to see him, to be reminded of what I so desperately need and can never have.

I try, so damn hard, to forget.

“You ruined my life!” I scream to no one in particular, to him. I am unable to work, my patrons having moved on to more productive artists. I want to throw my chisels at him, to topple him over and ruin him, as he had ruined me. But I cannot.

I rip off the sheets, staring at that face that had burrowed so deeply into my psyche, and I give in and move to press my lips against it. I close my eyes.

The lips that meet mine are cold - but not stone-cold - and soft. I feel hands move to wrap around my waist, tugging me close. I instinctively move my hands up over his head, and feel hair against my fingers - curly, fine strands that flow against my fingers like silk.

A very good illusion from my mind, I gather. As I pull away I force my eyes to open. Crimson ones meet me, and those smile lines crinkle as he grins.

“Hello, darling,” he breathes.

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Carlisle Cullen x Reader (3)

AN: This fic is a continuation of this one and this one. There are no warnings for this installment.

It didn’t take your children long to divide themselves into teams after they heard that you would be playing baseball instead of refereeing like you usually did.  Carlisle stole a quick kiss as you accepted the baseball bat that he offered you.

“I choose dad.  Sorry mom,” Rosalie called to you.

“I choose mom.  Sorry babe!” Emmett fired back.

Your gaze fell on Edward who was whispering in Bella’s ear.  You had an idea what your eldest son was saying.

“Edward!  Get over here!  You’re holding everyone up!” Rosalie complained.

“Yeah, Eddy!  We don’t need mom to know that we cheat.”

“Too late,” you quipped.

Edward rolled his eyes in response and darted across the field to join Carlisle and Rosalie.  Emmett was batting first and he hit the ball with a thunderous crash once Alice had thrown it.  Edward took off into the forest while Emmett darted around the bases.  He must have sensed Edward’s return because Emmett skidded to a stop on the third base at the same time that the ball smacked into the glove Alice wore.

Jasper was the next to bat.  Alice pitched the ball to her mate and just as it had with Emmett, bat and ball collided with a tremendous bang.   Jasper sped around the bases as Rosalie chased after the ball and he had just managed to make it to the second base when Rosalie hurled the ball back to Alice.

You stepped up to the plate and you saw Carlisle motioning to Edward and Rosalie to spread out – you fought a grin; your mate knew you too well. 

“Bring us home mom!”  Emmett cheered.

The clouds darkened from a light grey to a darker shade while you squared up.  Your daughter launched the ball at you and with a heavy boom, the bat and ball connected.  Tapping into your powers, you sprinted to first base, tapped your hand into Jasper’s as you passed second base and high fived Emmett as you approached third.  Your children raced over to the home plate and crossed it; Bella announced that they were safe immediately after they had each stepped over the plate.

You had almost reached the home plate when you were tackled to the ground.  A hand cupped the back of your head to prevent it from slamming onto the ground and you became aware of your mate’s body pressing into you as you heard the ball slamming into Alice’s glove.

“You’re out, darling,” Carlisle purred.

Tearing your gaze away from your mate’s golden, mischievous ones, you called out to Bella.

“Safe!”  She yelled back.

You saw the question in Carlisle’s eyes before he noticed that your outstretched fingers were actually resting on the home plate.  He chuckled and climbed off of you before offering a hand to help you to your feet.

Your children swarmed you within seconds and you received countless hugs and birthday wishes but the best hug by far that you received came from your mate.

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[northlt]

Fic idea idk how to explain

Barty and Evan, no matter what universe they're in, what time they're in, their souls are tied together.

It's early 1200 BC Barty (then called Achilles) sets off to Troy with his close companion Patroclus (Evan). Barty wants glory, to have his name be known for the ages. He wants to be like the greats- Hercules, Jason, Theseus, he wants to be a hero.

Evan follows, because that's all he has known- Barty. Just Achilles. That's all he's known his whole life. He goes where Achilles does. That's the way they work. He just wants his lover. He doesn't care much for the glory aspect.

It's the 5th century AD, Evan (then known as the king Arthur) has a kingdom to lead. He has to be a great ruler, to do his best, to do his duty. Granted, he's a bit of a prat, but can you blame him? He grew up knowing he would inherit his father's kingdom.

His father, who banned the use of magic forever in their kingdom. Evan doesn't really care for magic but he's grown up fearing it because of his father's words.

Evan is used to be attended to, by servants and maids, what he's not used to is being insulted time and time again by his new servant, a scrawny man his age, with a mop of dark hair and a permanent scowl. His name is Merlin and though Arthur doesn't know that, he's known Merlin's soul in a previous lifetime.

Merlin, or Barty, take your pick, takes pride in trying to bring Arthur down a notch or two. He had grown up with no one but his mother looking after him. And here's Evan with the whole kingdom at his feet.

They end up alone more often than not. The more time they spend together, the less Merlin hates him. The more he starts to care and the more he starts to save his life with his magic.

Arthur's reading him poetry when they kiss for the first time. Slow and unsure at first. Full of fear. Evan runs away, only to kiss Barty harder the next time they meet.

One thing leads to another.

They're happy. Until Arthur dies. There's nothing Merlin can do, and believe him, he tries.

It's the 15th Century when their souls meet again. Barty's a sculptor, he carves marble like it's clay, he pours his heart into his art. He doesn't care much for the women of the city.

He grows up hearing about gods- Zeus, the king of gods, the one who controls the skies, Poseidon, the god of the sea and earthquakes, stormbringer, Hades, the god of the underworld, his domain is death itself. He sees paintings about them, the greatest artists of his age starting the renaissance. He doesn't know he'll be a part of history.

Barty hears about heroes as well, mighty Heracles, Theseus and the Minotaur, Jason and the Argonauts. He hears and reads about the Trojan war, about Achilles and Patroclus- a great warrior duo. But above all... lovers.

Inspiration strikes, Barty carves night and day. He doesn't have a model, he carves from memory. His memory now? Or his memory of a past life?

Patroclus, slowly but steadily comes to life under his tools. First his figure, then limbs, then face. Barty feels like he should know him.

He presses a kiss to the marble statue's cold cheek.

The next morning, he's alive. A bit confused, but surely enough, alive. Barty had prayed to the gods and some must have heard.

The thing about the statue is... it wasn't perfect. There were parts Barty glossed over, parts he procrastinated, parts he forgot. So the person who pops out oft he Patroclus statue isn't perfect either.

Except he is... at least for Barty.

And so it goes, again and again and again.

They're writers in one lifetime, forced to hide their love for fear of society. They write about one another. Only a hundred years from then would people discover it.

They're soldiers in one. Both in a war they try to hopelessly outrun. They drink with one another and fight and fuck and kiss and it's messy, everything is messy.

They're wizards in one. They attend a school of witchcraft. War is brewing there too. A blood purist, a supremist. Evan's parents are supporters. He wants to get out desperately. He doesn't have much of a choice. They've seen how this war tears and takes and kills.

Barty's father is no supporter of the Dark Lord, quite the opposite, actually. Barty joins anyway. Not because he thinks he's better than ones without magic parents, not because he agrees with what the Dark Lord says. But because Evan is there. And Evan needs him.

They've already lost Regulus. They only have each other.

Evan's an actor in one lifetime. Pretty face, sharp, striking features. He's quick thinking, charming, teasing and far too good looking for his own good.

Barty's a singer. Men, women, everyone practically throws themselves at him. His voice is like a siren's... pulling and pulling and pulling. He bares his teeth in every smile.

They meet at an award show of all places. They've both vaguely heard of one another.

Don't ask why their ties were switched, their hair disshelved, their suits rumpled when they walk out of the bathroom one after the other.

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