#hephaestus x aphrodite!reader

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

Forged in Love

Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader

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Part 8

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     The time had arrived to meet Hephaestus and you were nervous yet excited on what to expect.  You hoped the same spark from your first meeting would be there, as your conversation came so naturally.  However, at the party there was no pressure, here there was.  You tried to put that part out of your mind, trying to focus on the fact that this was just another chance to get to know him better.  You arrived at the base of his home, which rested on top of a hill.  The staircase was elaborate, mechanical railings and stairs leading up the steep hill.  However, the stairs never felt like climbing, due to the nature of the forgery.  You couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful craftsmanship.  You were looking forward to seeing more of his work.   

     Once at the top, there was a gate just as elaborate as the stairs.  To the side, what mimicked a security guard booth, the window opened.  Inside was a cyclops.  You knew they worked in a volcano, but you had never seen one up close.  They were kept away from the other gods for many reasons, mainly for aesthetic and seeming lesser than.

“Hello”  You said sweetly.  Your charm is always present.

“What is your business?”  It responded in a nail-on-chalkboard voice.  You didn’t show you cringed.

“I am here to see Hephaestus.”  You responded with a smile.  

“No one visits him.”  It growled.  For a moment you wondered if you had the right time.

“My name is Aphrodite, I believe he is expecting me.”  Your charm must have an effect as the creature appeared to soften, if that was possible.

“Highly unusual.”  You thought you heard him say.

“I am happy to wait, if you want to make sure.”  You tried to charm speak to see if he would open the gate.  He closed the window and after a few moments he opened the gate, appearing on the other side.

“Thank you, what is your name?”  You asked, walking through the gate.  You weren’t sure they had names but they made you curious as you had never met one before.

“Arges.  Follow me.”  You didn’t know if he was always this gruff, or if he was softening to you.  You pretended he liked you.  You followed him up a ways, entering big ornate metal doors.  Inside wasn’t very elaborate, but still impressive.  Clearly Hephaestus didn’t spend too much time in this part of the house as there was hardly anything worth mentioning.  Immediately what came to mind was how to make it beautiful, but you focused on the walk, and tried to put it from your mind. Occupational hazard.

“Master is in the forgery.”  Arges said, leading you down what seemed like another endless staircase.  It had the feel of a dark, dank tower.  It got immediately warmer, and you were soon hot.  You tried to ignore it, recalling the forgery was in the heart of a volcano.  Eventually you reached the bottom, and another door.  

“Wait here.”  He said, going through the door.  A few moments later Arges reappeared.  “Follow me.”  Not one for conversation you noted.  But somehow he didn’t repel you like the gods said, in fact you found it endearing.

     You walked through a few different craft rooms until you got to what felt like the hottest part.  There was what seemed like a huge oven, and you saw the back of the shirtless god.  Your breath hitched but you caught yourself. Even though his back was scarred, and you could see his chiseled physique, you could tell not every bone had healed right. You couldn’t help but recall the stories of his childhood, yet he was more beautiful than you remembered and you were surprised how lovely he was, for not being a god of anything remotely beautiful and remembering his sad story; at least what you knew of it which was mostly gossip.  He kept working in the loud, hissing room, and you decided to make yourself known.

“Hello Hephaestus.” You thought that was a safe start.  He stopped, grabbed a rag to wipe his hands, and turned around.  His dark, piercing eyes bore into you and his dark hair tried to cover them, but luckily was not successful.

“Hello Aphrodite.” He continued to wipe his hands and stare.  You didn’t let yourself break eye contact, and maintained your composure.  After a moment, “You’ll have to excuse me, my work is never done.”  You smiled.

“I understand, you must be very busy, so I am even more thankful that you would allow me to take some of your time today.”  You were thankful for your gift of charm, as you wanted to make a good impression.

“Yes I am.”  Was all he said, walking toward you.

“I am impressed by the size of your forgery.”  You tried to make conversation.  He smirked.

“This is only my tinkering room, I have much bigger rooms for different needs.” 

“Are they all this hot?”  You tried to tease, hoping you weren’t sweating.

“Probably hotter, we are not in the heart of the volcano, far from actually.  But we can leave as I am sure you are not accustomed to such weather.”  He made to a different door, there seemed to be many doors in many rooms, and you were sure you were lost.

“No I am not, but I am fascinated so maybe I could have a tour, after a cold drink.”  You smiled.  You swore you saw the corner of his mouth turn.  You knew that you would keep trying to make him smile.

“This way,” he said, opening a door for you to enter.  As you passed, you noticed he smelled of smoke and mint.  An interesting combination but one you knew you immediately liked. You might be in over your head already.

      He had led you to a balcony, where a different cyclops had set down ice cold drinks.

“I figured this would be best.”  He said, handing you a glass.  You gratefully took it.

“Thank you, how thoughtful.”  You took a sip.  “Do you get so hot, or are you accustomed to the volcano?”

“I suppose I am used to it now, I hardly notice as I am so focused on my work.”  He put a shirt on, and you couldn’t help but be disappointed.  Interesting.

“I suppose that makes sense, since you have been working there for ages.”  And you meant ages, close to eons.  “Do you enjoy it?”  You ventured, knowing he was put there more for the sake of appearances rather than by choice.

“I enjoy my work.”  He took a sip from his glass.

“You keep interesting company.” You mused.

“You mean the cyclops?”  

“I have never met them before today.”

“And what do you think?”  He stared at you, clearly interested in your answer.

“Honestly, they are not at all as the gossip portrays them.  But I suppose that just shows how unreliable gossip is.  I enjoyed Arges.  He is gruff, but I kind of enjoyed the candor and unassuming way.”

“I enjoy not having to put on airs or feeling the need to fill silence.”  He responded honestly.  “I am glad you feel that way, most on Olympus would not.” he seemed pleased by your answer.  You were glad to be learning how to read his subtle allowances of emotion.

“Unfortunately that is true.”  You turned to look out from the balcony for the first time, unaware of him staring.  He made to stand closer, still respecting personal space as you walked to the edge of the rail.

“Did you design the entire house?”  You asked.

“I did.”

“It is all so lovely, it somehow feels just like you.”  You mused.

“And you can tell it is me, how?”  He seemed amused.

“Oh, well, I don’t know how to explain it but it seems unassuming, complicated, but not at all fake.  Sturdy, without being over the top, reliable, but with character.”

“You seem to have put a lot of thought into that.”  You turned to look at him.

“I suppose, but anything with beauty or charm, I have to think about, so I suppose I did put thought into your home.”  You tried to save yourself, as it could be taken in a way  that made you seem to have thought about him more than you should let on.  You tried to change the subject.

“It seems we must always meet on a balcony.”  He turned to look out.

“I figured it was a good place, the first meeting went well in that setting.”  You smiled, happy to know he thought fondly of your first encounter.

“Speaking of, I am thankful you agreed to meet today.”  You figured it was a good time to clear the air.  It would have to be talked about sooner or later.

“I was surprised when Hera brought it to my attention.”  You noticed he didn’t refer to her as his mother but decided to not comment on it.

“They want me to marry someone, and soon.  I have only recently been told myself.”  You figured being honest was the best course of action.

“I heard you and Ares were together, or would be soon.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear.”  You referenced his words from that first night.

“I suppose you are right.”

“I thought I would be forced to marry Ares.  I didn’t even know you were on your mother’s list of eligibility.”  He bristled at the mention of mother.

“I am not.  But she told me of your predicament.”  He stopped.

“And having been told of it?”  You softly pressed.

“I don’t know, I just figured getting to know each other wouldn’t be the worst thing.”  He half smiled at you.  This caused you to laugh a little.

“I am glad I am not completely repulsive to you.”

“Not at all.”

“I have to say that is a little surprising, Hephaestus.  After all, you hardly entertain anyone, much less those you don’t know well.”

“I enjoy being on my own.”  The way he said it didn’t have you fully convinced.

“Do you enjoy being on your own, or enjoy not having others overwhelm you?  There is a difference.”

“Clever girl.”  He looked at you again.  “I enjoy others not looking at me and how unappealing I am.”  You could tell he believed that and it hurt you.

“You are not unappealing.  I think you give yourself too much credit for that.”  You let out a quick breath, and turned away.  “Remember I am the goddess of beauty and I also saw you shirtless.”  You flirted a little.

“That was a little trick.  I wanted to see your reaction.”  

“You are playing games with me?”  You were surprised and amused.

“If we are to know each other better, it is best to know if you can stand my presence.”  He stated.

“And did I pass your little test?”  You asked, taking a step closer.

“You were kind enough to not be completely repulsed, at least to my face.”  He smirked.

“I think you are going to have to learn to read me better.”  You mused.  “For I was not repulsed, the opposite in fact.  I admired your fit physique, and noticed no blemishes.”

“Then you lie, you have seen my arm, and now my back.”

“Your arm is missing, yes.  But does that mean it is a blemish?  You have faint scars, but does that mean they are repulsive?  Does one mean the other?”  His face darkened.

“Yes.”  You took slow steps until you reached him, feeling like you would scare him away with quick actions.  You reached out to touch his covered arm.

“Your wonderful craftsmanship has made your arm better, more functional than a real arm.  That is truly a gift to accomplish such a feat.  As for your scars, they are not repulsive, they are unique to you, they make you who you are.  And I am enjoying getting to know the man you are.”  You told him sincerely, hoping he would somehow believe that.  He just kept looking into your eyes with a gaze so intense, you thought he could see to your metaphorical soul, if you had one.

“You really aren’t lying, are you?”  He asked after a pause.  You still hadn’t let go of your touch.

“No.  And I will promise to be honest with you.  I feel that I can be.  You have given me no reason to think I can’t be myself.”

“I want you to be yourself, I want to get to know the goddess of beauty, beyond the front she puts on.”  You could tell he meant that as well.

“I guess we both hide, just in different ways.”

“I guess so.”

“Can we agree to try not to hide from each other?”  You asked him, knowing he could hear the insecurity in your voice.  However, for the first time in a long time, you didn’t care that someone saw your vulnerability.  You felt safe.

“I will try.”  He responded honestly.  He then grabbed your other arm.  “But you might have to help me with that.”  If you didn’t know better, you would have assumed Zeus was here, with the electricity you felt in his touch.

“Then I suppose you will have to see more of me.”

“I would be okay with that.”  And you both had genuine smiles.

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[aphroditelovesu]

Hi I have concept questions rate the yandere Greek gods, and who is most likely out of them with sexually assault or rape reader any gender I don’t know it came in my mind after I found out that Ares has never raped a women or man in my opinion that is a really shocking thing coming from the god of war I mean when comes to gods it’s a pretty good standard because I have read about so many sexual assaults in Greek mythology. for example obviously, Zeus is most likely going to force himself on reader he has done it many times and then the other one is Poseidon he did it with medusa if I remember correctly, so he is most likely to do it, and he has done it with other people and then Eros I don’t know why I just think he would do it and Apollo would do it and I actually thought Ares would would also sexually assault reader, but after finding out that he never did with anyone I don’t he would force himself on reader since he has never done it in Cannon fun fact, one of the sons of Poseidon raped his daughter and when Ares found out, he was furious and killed Poseidon son. Hades, this is another god I think he would not force himself on reader. But I’m not sure about Dionysus maybe he would and Hephaestus is another god who would force himself because he did it with Athena if I remember correctly. Aphrodite, maybe you would do it too. Hermes is another god I think he would do it too. What do you think can you Frank them from? Who is most likely to do it to who is least likely to do it and never do it at all.

tw: talk about rape/sexual harassment.

I would say the same ones you mentioned above.

Zeus and this one doesn't even need explanations. Poseidon, depending on the version, is said to have raped Medusa, but this is the Roman version and not the Greek, so it depends on which myth you prefer, but I think he would be able to force himself on the Reader.

Apollo would do it if he was rejected by his beloved, and he wouldn't even think he was doing anything wrong. Eros would also force himself on his darling if he was rejected in a very cruel way, then he would force them to be his.

Although there are no records of Ares forcing himself on anyone, as we are doing a headcanon and I don't work with canon but with the voices in my head, I would say that he could force himself on the Reader. And he wouldn't even need much for that, it can easily be motivated by jealousy, pure lust or just because he wants to mark the Reader as his.

Hephaestus... It's complicated, the reason he tried to abuse Athena is because of Poseidon, in a way. Poseidon became jealous of the closeness of Athena and Hephaestus and incited the god of forging to make unwanted advances on the goddess of wisdom, thinking that she liked him. He never actually raped her, it was more like harassment, but he came on her thighs and a child was born from that. Bizarre? Yes. Would he abuse his S/O? Look, it depends. I think that if Hephaestus was really consumed by obsession, by jealousy, he could force himself on his darling.

Hades would never force himself sexually on his darling. He can kidnap them (and he will), he can lock them up but he will never do anything against their will, sexually speaking. He doesn't want to be like his brothers and loathes it, so he would never touch the Reader without their consent.

Dionysus would do it too. He is delusional enough and the reason he would abuse his darling could be motivated by how delusional he is. The god would be so delusional that he wouldn't even realize that the Reader doesn't want to sleep with them.

Hermes would only do so if he wanted to dismantle power over his S/O. Like, he did that to them because he can, because they are his and that means he can take them wherever he wants and whenever he wants. A form of control and psychological torture, in a way.

I think Aphrodite would be the only one of the goddesses to abuse her darling, but for her, she would not be committing abuse but rather showing how much she loves them. And for her, the goddess of love, also the patron saint of prostitutes, what better way than to have sex with her darling? Even if it's not consensual.

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Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS Ω MAJOR GODS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST📜

DISCLAIMER: These headcanons were written before the airing of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians TV show, and are primarily based on the books.

[PJO MINOR GODS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

[Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERLIST Ω WORKS MASTERLIST]

🍇DIONYSUS🎭 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

👟HERMES 🐍 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

⚒ HEPHAESTUS🔥 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🕊APHRODITE💖 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

⚔ARES🐗 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🌕ARTEMIS🏹 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

☀APOLLO🎶 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🦉ATHENA🧠 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🌾DEMETER🌽 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

⚡ZEUS⚡ [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

💀HADES💎 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🌊POSEIDON🔱 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🔥 HESTIA 🏠 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

👑HERA 💒 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

*1/12/2024: Will update the links as I upload the appropriate works. Those with the links will have red text.

*2/9/2024: All the Major Gods are now written for!

*2/27/2024: Hera is now included

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[riveramorylunar]

Pairings: Zeus's Daughter Yelena Belova x Aphrodite's Daughter Reader

Warnings: Forbidden Love, Sneaking Around, Height Difference, Slight Age Difference (Yelena is 27 in human years and Reader is 21 in human years), Alcohol Consumption, Fighting & Fluff

Pet Names/Nicknames: Принцесса(Princess), детка(baby) & Lena

Word Count: 2,879

In the majestic kingdom of Mount Olympus, two powerful and mighty gods reigned supreme. Zeus, the god of thunder and ruler of all gods, was known for his fierce and commanding demeanor. On the other hand, Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, was adored by all for her kindness and captivating charm.

Zeus had a daughter with Hera and her name was Yelena Belova. She was the goddess of Lighting and Thunder just like her father. She had her mother's beauty and her father's personality. She was due to take over Mt. Olympus but only if she had someone to rule with her and she hated that. She knew she was capable of ruling over Olympus without a wife. Her and her father always got into fights because of it. Her father wanted her to marry someone who was capable of ruling beside her. On the other hand her mother Hera didn't really care if she ruled alone or ruled with someone.

Y/N daughter of Aphrodite and Hephaestus. She was the next goddess of Love and Fire. She was the personification of beauty. She looked like both her mother and father. She had the personality of her father making her kind and hardworking unlike her mother who had left for another man. Y/N hated the fact that she was related to Aphrodite after finding out what she had done but her father always told her that she was only half like her mother. Although Y/N was the goddess of Love she never used that power and instead only used her father's.

The two had met for the first time when Yelena snuck away from her father without him even knowing a year ago. Yelena had snuck into a cave and heard the most beautiful voice she had ever heard in her entire life. She had wandered deeper into the cave and peaked around the corner when she saw a girl with dark brown hair and blue-green eyes that sometimes turned a reddish orange color when she used her fire powers. “You know you're not really good at hiding” the girl had said, causing Yelena's eyes to widen in shock. She broke out of her shock before stepping out from around the corner and walked towards the girl slowly. “You're the daughter of Zeus and Hera right” the girl said and Yelena nodded her head before blushing slightly. “Um yeah” Yelena says, chuckling nervously before the girl looks at her. “Well it's nice to meet you, I'm Y/N the daughter of Aphrodite and Hephaestus” Y/N said and Yelena's eyes widened in shock again. “Wow” Yelena managed to get out causing Y/N to chuckle before going back to what she was doing.

“What are you doing?” Yelena asks as she tilts her head. “Organizing the different types of metal” Y/N said as she picked up a piece of tungsten and dropped it in a bin labeled Tungsten next to the table. Yelena walked closer and looked at all the bins that had all different types of metal in them. “I never knew that there was this many different types of metal” Yelena said as she picked up a piece of metal off the table. “What's this one?” she asked and Y/N looked up. “That's cobalt” Y/N answered and Yelena looked at it more before looking for the bin that had cobalt on it before dropping it into the bin. “Is this what you do everyday” Yelena asks as she starts helping Y/N out. Y/N let out a chuckle before shaking her head. “No but I wish I did, I have to take on my mother's responsibilities though which I hate” Y/N said as she dropped a piece of Beryllium in the Beryllium bin. “Oh do you hate love” Yelena asked as she stopped and just watched Y/N. “Well I wouldn't say hate but I don't really like it but that's because of my mother” Y/N said as she sighed out. “Oh right, I heard about that. I didn't even know she had a daughter until now” Yelena said as she furrowed her eyes before shaking her head and smiling. “And might I say I think you're even more beautiful than your mother” Yelena continued causing Y/N’s face to flush slightly.

“Oh um thank you” Y/N muttered out and Yelena smiled. “No problem Принцесса” Yelena said before standing up. Y/N looked up when she heard Yelena get up. “Where are you going?” Y/N asked curiously and Yelena chuckled. “I have to go back before my father sends out a search party for me” Yelena sighed out and Y/N smiled slightly. “It was nice to me you I hope we get to see each other again soon Принцесса” Yelena said before she waved and left the cave leaving Y/N there with her heart pounding out of her chest and her face flushed.

Since then the two had met in the cave every other day. Yelena snuck out of her house at night and would meet Y/N and help her sort out the metal before they talked about the world below them. Yelena would occasionally flirt with Y/N which caused her to blush every time.

Yelena had snuck out of her house again and jumped from her window landing on the ground. She stood up and looked around before sneaking away and to the cave. Yelena made her way through the cave and stopped when she saw Y/N focused on something that wasn't metal. She snuck up on Y/N before leaning over her and kissing her cheek causing Y/N to blush before shoving her away. “LENA” Y/N shouted as she covered her cheek and Yelena let out a laugh before smirking. “Hello детка” Yelena said before wrapping her arms around Y/N’s neck and hugging her. “”Lena” Y/N said as she looked up at her lover. “Yes Принцесса” Yelena said as she stroked Y/N’s jaw. “My father found out about us and he wants to meet you” Y/N said and Yelena froze as she stopped stroking Y/N’s jaw. “W-what how” Yelena stuttered out and Y/N sighed. “He saw you leaving the cave one time when he came to see me” Y/N said and Yelena stayed quiet. Y/N stood up and cupped Yelena's face. “Don't worry Lena he won't be telling anyone” Y/N said and Lena closed her eyes before sighing. “Alright” Yelena muttered out before opening her eyes and looking down at Y/N who was a a couple inches shorter than her. Y/N smiled up at her before kissing her cheek and pulling away.

Yelena let Y/N drag her to her house. “Will your mother be there” Yelena asked and Y/N shook her head no. “No which is a good thing” Y/N said and Yelena let out a breath of relief. Y/N stopped in front of a beautiful house with pink, white and red roses. “Wow” Yelena said as she looked at the roses. Y/N pulled Yelena towards the house and looked around making sure none of the other gods or goddesses were watching. “Come on hurry up” Y/N said as she opened the door and pulled Yelena in before shutting the door behind her. Yelena looks around and her eyes lighten up at the furniture and interior of the huge house.

“Is that you my sweet child” a man's voice echoed through the house. Y/N grabbed Yelena's hand again and pulled her towards the kitchen where her father was cooking dinner. “Hi Papa” Y/N said and Hephaestus turned around and smiled when he saw his daughter and a blonde woman behind her. “So this is Yelena” he asked and Y/N nodded. He walked over and pulled Yelena into a tight hug causing Yelena's eyes to widen in shock as Y/N just giggled. Hephaestus pulled away and put his hands on her shoulders. “She's beautiful just like you said Y/N dear” he said and the two blushed. “Papa stop it” Y/N muttered out and Hephaestus looked at his daughter before letting out a laugh before pulling away from Yelena. “Alright alright I won't embarrass you too much” he said before ruffling her hair up. Y/N blushes more and Yelena just looks at her with a soft smile.

Y/N had set the table up and grabbed some vodka for Yelena and a beer for her dad while she grabbed wine for herself. Hephaestus set down a huge dish of Shawarma Chicken & Orzo Skillet and a Greek salad onto the middle of the table. “Wow this looks delicious Papa” Y/N said as she sat down at the table and Yelena took the seat beside her. “It really does” Yelena said as she breathed in the scent of the food. “Have as much as you want dear” Hephaestus said as he sat down across from the two.

As the three were eating the door slams open causing Y/N to jump up from her seat. The three looked over to see a beautiful woman walk in before freezing as she looked at Yelena. “Mother” Y/N said and Aphrodite looked over at Y/N before looking back at Yelena. “Who the hell is this?” Aphrodite asks and Y/N looks at her father before looking back at her mother. “What are you doing here mother” Y/N asks and Aphrodite scowls before grabbing the bottle of wine from off the table and pouring herself a glass. “This is still my home Y/N” Aphrodite said and Y/N scoffed. Aphrodite looks at Yelena now and tilts her head. “Now who are you?” she asks and Yelena looks up at her. Yelena stands up and holds her hand out. “I'm Yelena Belova” Yelena said and Aphrodite looked down at her. “And who are your parents?” Aphrodite questioned and Yelena was about to speak when Y/N cut in. “Mother can you just stop” Y/N said and Aphrodite glared at her.

“Y/N sit your ass down now” Aphrodite said and Y/N clenched her jaw. “No you don't get to tell me what to do you're not my mother anymore” Y/N shouted and Aphrodite's eyes narrowed before she landed a harsh slap across Y/N’s face causing her to yelp out. Yelena rushed over and knelt down beside Y/N as she cupped Y/N’s face while Hephaestus stood up. “Aphrodite leave now” he growled out and Aphrodite looked at him before looking at her daughter who had tears rolling down her face as she looked at her mother in horror. She then looked at Yelena who was trying to calm Y/N down. “Whatever, I'm not going to stay here when you bring the daughter of Zeus and Hera into our home” Aphrodite said before slamming her glass of wine down onto the table causing it to shatter. She left slamming the door shut and after Hephaestus rushed over and kneeled down next to his daughter. “You need to leave” Hephaestus said as he looked up at Yelena.

Yelena looked at Y/N and then back at Hephaestus. “Go home” he said and Yelena sighed before standing up and leaving after saying bye to Y/N. Y/N sat up while rubbing her cheek. “I thought you said mother wasn't supposed to be back tonight” Y/N said not looking at her father. “Things can change Y/N they're not always certain” he said before standing up and pulling Y/N up as well.

Meanwhile, Yelena snuck back to her house and climbed back through her bedroom window when the lights turned on. She froze before looking towards the doorway to see her father standing there with a glare. “And where were you young lady” Zeus asked and Yelena rolled her eyes. “I don't have to tell you where I was” Yelena said and Zeus clenched his jaw before walking up to Yelena and grabbing her by her jaw. “I am your father now tell me” Zeus growled out and Yelena glared up at him. “I'm not a child anymore I don't have to tell you shit” Yelena spat out and Zeus's grip tightened against Yelena's jaw before Hera's voice was heard. “Zeus let go of her now” Hera said and Zeus let out a scoff before letting go and shoving Yelena's face to the side.

Zeus left Yelena's room and Hera looked at her daughter before sighing. “So who's the girl?” Hera asked her daughter and Yelena kept quiet. “Come on, tell your dear mother” Hera said as she shut the bedroom door behind her. Yelena sighs as she sits on her bed before hiding her face in her hands. Hera walks over and sits down next to Yelena before putting a hand on her shoulder. Yelena looks up and looks at her mother. “It's Aphrodite’s and Hephaestus daughter Y/N” Yelena muttered out and Hera's eyes widened in shock. “Yelena” Hera sighed out as she rubbed her forehead. “I know Mama but I love her I really do” Yelena said as she fell back onto her bed and looked up at the ceiling. Hera put her hand on her daughter's knee before squeezing it. “You can never let your father kno-” before Hera could finish, Yelena's bedroom door slams open causing Yelena to jolt up and ftlook over to see her father. “Why the hell did Aphrodite just come to our house and say you're seeing her daughter” Zeus shouted and Yelena gulped. “Fath-” Yelena was cut off when he grabbed her by the shirt and lifted her up off her bed. “Zeus let her go now” Hera said as she stood up and Zeus glared at her. He looked back at his daughter. “Do you really want to put shame onto this family” Zeus growled out and Yelena clenched her jaw. “I don't care if I put shame on the family name, I love her and why do you care I found someone to rule Mount Olympus with me” Yelena said as she glared back up at her father. “Isn't that what you wanted” Yelena asked and Zeus was about to speak before shutting his mouth and scoffing.

“Bring her to me” Zeus said and Yelena's eyes widened in shock. “What” Yelena asked and Zeus rolled his eyes. “I want to meet this girl so bring her to me” Zeus said and Yelena nodded before rushing towards the door. “I meant tomorrow not right now” Zeus said and Yelena blushed in embarrassment. “Right um yeah okay” Yelena muttered out.

The next day Yelena had brought Y/N to her home. “Yelena are you sure about this” Y/N mumbled out and Yelena pulled Y/N close to her and kissed the side of her head. “I'm sure I promise you if anything bad does happen I'll protect you” Yelena said as she headed to the throne room. Yelena and Y/N made their way into the throne room before stopping in front of the steps that led up to the throne. “Welcome back my daughter, I'm assuming this is the girl then” Zeus said as he stood up causing Y/N to gulp. “Her names Y/N and yeah she's the one” Yelena said as she tightened her grip around Y/N. Zeus walked down the steps before stopping right in front of the two. Zeus was about to reach for Y/N’s jaw but Yelena stopped him. “Don't even think about it father” Yelena spat out and Zeus yanked his hand free from his daughter’s grip. “Do you love her” Zeus asked as he stared at Y/N. Y/N looked at Yelena who was already looking down at her before looking back over at Zeus. “Yes” Y/N mumbled out and Zeus narrowed his eyes a bit before looking at Yelena again. “Alright I guess if you love her I'll let you guys see each other” Zeus said and Yelena's eyes widened in shock. “Really” Yelena asked and Zeus nodded his head. Yelena hugged her father tightly before picking Y/N up and hugging her tightly before spinning her around.

Yelena set Y/N down before kissing her on the lips. She pulled away before looking deep into Y/N’s eyes. “Marry me and become the other ruler of Olympus” Yelena asked and Y/N’s eyes widened in shock. “W-what “ Y/N stuttered out and Yelena smiled. “Marry me and rule Olympus with me” Yelena asked again and Y/N blushed hard. “A-are to being serious?” Y/N asked and Yelena nodded. “Yes I'm being serious Y/N” Yelena said and Y/N pulled her into another kiss before pulling away. “Yes yes I will” Y/N said and Yelena smiled widely before hugging Y/N tightly and burying her face in Y/N’s neck. “You have no idea how much you made me happy Принцесса, I love you so much” Yelena said and Y/N giggles before pecking Yelena's forehead. “I love you too Lena always and forever” Y/N said as she continued to hold Yelena.

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#Yelena Belova #Zeus's Daughter Yelena Belova #Yelena Belova x Reader #Yelena my baby 🤍💛 #Zeus #Hera #Aphrodite #Hephaestus #Greek Gods #Greek Goddesses #Greek God #Greek Goddess #greek mythology #Marvel #MCU

[justanotherduck26]

Y/n is a Gender neutral child of Hephaestus

Y/n and Frank trying to flirt

Y/n accidentally runs into a tree while trying to flirt

Hephaestus, Ares/Mars and Aphrodite watching this

Aphrodite to Hephaestus: you're child has no flirting skills

Ares/Mars laughing

Aphrodite to Ares/Mars: your son isn't any better he tripped over nothing when he saw Y/n approaching him.

#gender neutral reader #percy jackson and the olympians #frank zhang #frank zhang x reader #percy jackson incorrect quotes #percy jackson #annabeth chase #aphrodite #hephaestus #ares pjo #percy jackon and the olympians

[yandere-sins]

What do you think would happen if Hephaestus and Ares were after the same darling? Honestly I’m over here wondering if Aphrodite is going to get involved. That is her husband and lover we’re talking about here.

I love this! Thank you for requesting ♥

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♡ The other gods are way ahead of Hephaestus when it comes to having and taking care of a darling for many reasons. So when he does take a follower of his as a companion, it's a big topic on Olympus. Everyone is endlessly curious to see who he has taken a liking to. However, they realize very quickly that while he's not mistreating his darling, he treats you differently than they would.

♡ Mainly, you have too much freedom. Clearly, you have your own mind, even when sitting next to the god who chose you, telling him 'no' when you don't want to eat or drink what he offers you, and when other gods talk to you, you never ask for permission from him before replying. Your clothes are partially stained by ash, which is quite a display between all the neat, clean darling. Like master, like men.

♡ But regardless, they can see what you mean to him. You wear more fine jewelry than even the gods do, much less the darlings on their laps. And even in your defiant freedom and dirty clothes, you seem to be outright shining. It's no wonder some gods gulp at the sight of you while they scowl at their fellow god, Hephaestus still unable to do right in their eyes, even though you seem to be content.

♡ There are a few head's you turned that night, but to no one's surprise, Aphrodite is seething in her seat, unable to share her husband no matter how she feels about him. She hates how much he adorns and adores you, showing you off with her paling in comparison. Even though the gods don't swear complete loyalty to each other (much less those two), she can't find it in her to share the spotlight with such an ill-behaved darling as you are. It only worsens when she notices that Ares, too, seems interested in 'treating you better' than Hephaestus does. Strong-willed individuals have always intrigued him. Seeing you live by your own devices rather than following everything Hephaestus tells you to does the trick for him.

♡ You are definitely the talk on Olympus, but once you return 'home', you couldn't be less bothered by it. There, you only have to do the housework if necessary, care for Hephaestus, listen to him, and otherwise occupy yourself while your god is working the days away. You are alone but not lonely. You had to come to terms with your situation, no matter how much you miss being a mere human. But knowing how the other darlings are treated, you try to keep it together to avoid ending up like them. So you don't expect visitors to knock on your door one day while you're alone.

♡ Much less do you expect a charming, flirtatious god to intrude into your private space. Considering your position, there's little you can do but be welcoming. However, even as you run around to prepare some ambrosia, you always have Ares's unwavering fixation on you. It doesn't take him long to get to the point of his visit, questions about if you are unhappy and feeling like you're lacking something in your life leaving his lips as soon as he forces you to sit down with him. 

♡ Even though he murmurs his words gently, purring them into your ear, Ares feels off. His hand lingers on your body, pushing back your hair or sliding down your arm. Until eventually, with his breath holding, he links your fingers with his, pulling your hand into his lap. Everything he does seems inappropriate for a Priestess of another god, much too intimate, so it leaves you uncomfortable. You have to obey his whims, but it still feels wrong. Even if you tell him you're fine, he doesn't give up. He pulls you back against his side and cages you between his arm and body, asking the same questions repeatedly until you crack. When you finally admit something silly, like wishing you had a certain meal or see your family again. That's enough confirmation for him that you are clearly not cared for, and as such, he asks you to change your devotion since Ares can take so much better care of you.

♡ There's a moment of wavering inside you as he swears to you how he will always look out for your needs and do what he can to make your position by his side as comfortable as possible. You saw his darlings, the defiant, furious expressions etched into their faces while Ares forced them on his lap and to serve him. The way they seemed to want to stab his weapons into his body as he made them hold them while he carelessly celebrated. You didn't know what happened to them behind closed doors, but they didn't seem happy. His promises sounded too good, knowing that his darlings hated him with a passion. And even if... did you really want to change your constant peace and freedom with Hephaestus into servitude for another god? You'd never be completely rid of them no matter what you did, but would there be a better god to serve as one that wasn't as demanding of you?

♡ The decision is taken from you as Hephaestus unexpectedly shows up, bursting through the door. The scowl he's giving you makes you feel like you did something wrong, even though it's clear from your tense body that this isn't your doing at all. Thankfully, he immediately latches onto Ares, yelling and hissing about rules you had never heard about before. About manners and overstepping. Nevertheless, Hephaestus pushes you behind him protectively as he goes face to face with the God of War, who's grinning about the challenge like the hot-headed god he is. You can just stare in silence as the two taunt each other, mock each other's way of handling their darlings, not really catching all the insults. But for the first time, you truly experience a god's anger, leaving you with shaking legs and tears burning in your eyes. You never wanted to see gods fight—much less over you.

♡ And that's when she swoops in. Whether Aphrodite waited for the perfect opportunity or passed by on accident, she wastes no time approaching you. Getting to your eye level, she doesn't seem to mind the ash on the floor, cooing and soothing you as she reaches out her hand invitingly, beckoning you closer. "You poor thing, look at these ruffians," she sighs apologetically, and you flinch as things get heated between the others, confirming your feelings to her. Compared to the other two, Aphrodite feels safe. She hugs you and reassuringly brushes a hand over your head, calmly telling you everything will be okay. While she allows you to hide behind her, she puts a temporary stop to the arguing gods, calling them out and telling them to look at how scared you are and how pathetic they both are to fight in front of such a fragile, sweet things like you. She also declares that she'll take you with her until they finish their silly argument. Clearly, they are both incapable of taking care of you, so that's the only logical thing.

♡ You don't feel so good leaving with Aphrodite, but she holds your hand tightly as she pulls you after her, with no room to wiggle out from. Catching a glimpse at Hephaestus's face, you can see genuine misery as you are taken away, regret flashing over his features as he seems to want to go after you. But Ares opens his mouth again before Hephaestus can step away, and his expression turns into more anger, directed at Ares, who is huffing and grinding his teeth as he watches you leave. You can still hear their arguments and yelling even after Aphrodite closes the front door behind you, picking you up as your steps become sloppy and not fast enough for her. "I can treat you so much better than these two blockheads," she assures you. "You won't have to worry about a thing as long as you're with me." It doesn't have the calming effect she might think it does, especially not when she adds on to her words, revealing what she planned to do with you all along.

♡ "I'll make sure you're well-trained and cared for. And when I'm done with you, we can talk about you devoting yourself to me—forever."

#Hephaestus #Ares #Aphrodite #yandere hephaestus #yandere ares #yandere aphrodite #yandere gods #yandere!gods #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[blackhairedjjun]

that last fic has me thinking abt mythology aus and yeonjun is very son of aphrodite to me... he's beautiful and naturally charming but also has so much love in his heart and enjoys showing that love to people, and he's also passionate about fashion and beauty...

#what if. son of aphrodite yeonjun x child of hephaestus reader?? #children of hephaestus aren't the most beautiful people but #they are very creative and passionate about their craft #and yeonjun thinks that's absolutely beautiful #bhj rambles

[melancholypancakes]

This is about Aphrodite telling Morpheus off and why they stopped being friends all those centuries ago.

Aphrodite:….

Dream:….

Aphrodite: Oneiros.

Dream: Aphrodite…I

Aphrodite: No, I don’t want to hear your excuses. You are going to hear me now.

Aphrodite: first, it was Nada a defenseless princess who fell in love with you, and when the sun punished her for being with you and killed her kingdom. She killed herself and when she refuse becoming Queen of the dreaming you banished her to hell?!

Dream: I-

Aphrodite: Then calliope! You two were great for each other! She made a child for you and her! When Orpheus beg you for help you denied him and left him for dead! He never forgave you! You drove calliope away, she was heartbroken!

Aphrodite: Titania, Alianora and Thessaly. Those women you abandon them when your “love” faded Thessaly saw through your lies and façade!

Dream: Aphrodite, you don’t-

Aphrodite: No! I’m not finished Oneiros. Our friendship, You never let me express my feelings! That is why we stopped being friends!

Dream:…I thought we stopped being friends because I said humanity is selfish and cruel.

Aphrodite: sure, that was bad but it was mostly because you were a shitty friend!

Aphrodite: Oneiros, you are so shallow, selfish, sexist, deceitful and you don’t know what love is!

Aphrodite: I always listen to you going on and on how you hated your siblings and how humanity was so selfish.

Aphrodite: But for a second when I express how I was unhappy in my marriage with Hephaestus, my relationship with my sons, Ares Arrogant, selfish attitude and Adonis death which shattered my heart.

Aphrodite breathes out on the verge of tears. Just thinking about Adonis and all her sins.

Aphrodite: you always cut me off and threw off it like it was nothing! I tried to help you with your happiness, love and friendship I have given you! But it was never enough.

Aphrodite: You treated me like dirt! Like I was nothing to you, I was your only friend and I stood up for you against your family and the gods!

Aphrodite: Its no wonder your family doesn’t like you! Or you don’t have any friends!

Aphrodite: at least, I acknowledge I was awful parent, lover, wife and goddess but you. Pretend it’s everyone else’s fault and not yours!

Dream, looks at Aphrodite with his glossy eyes as he tried to keep his composure.

Aphrodite: What makes this mortal witch, Y/n L/n any different?… all you’re going to do is break her apart like the others.

Aphrodite: What makes you think you’re worthy of love?

Dream:…Because I’m trying to be better. Aphrodite, listen more and ask for help more and that’s all thank to her.

Aphrodite:….

Dream: she accepts me for who I am. She doesn’t change me nor ask me of my past, she show me how humanity isn’t always cruel. She showed me ways to be better.

Dream: She’s different and…I deeply love her as she loves me, I’ve never felt this way about a mortal woman like her before.

Aphrodite looks at Oneiros for the first time in centuries with pity and forgiveness. Maybe they could put all this anger, sadness and betrayal behind them?

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #morpheus #y/n #dream x reader #i am a simp #morpheus x y/n #lord morpheus #the sandman x reader #Morpheus x witch! y/n #Morpheus and Aphrodite #morpheus angst #Morpheus bittersweet #friendship #goddess aphrodite #ares god of war #hephaestus #Adonis Greek myth

[dontspillthefrijoles43]

Lost Hero XIV - Breisa

Heavy powers

Warnings: Cursing, teenagers being teenagers, angst, Gaea being a bitch

Word count: 1890

Summary: My burdens aren’t easy to carry, that doesn’t mean yours should be too

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Snow and sneakers don’t mix. Breisa thought as she tread through the ice cold ground. 

She had been searching for Leo for a good minute. Then snow wasn’t making her move faster. She finally spotted him (with a bright flashlight?) , passed a chain link face with dozens of porta potties.

He stood over Festus—  who had landed on the blue plastic boxes and flattened them all. There were some pretty gross chemicals leaking out of the wreckage. 

Breisa made her way through and tried not to breathe through her nose. Heavy snow was coming down, though it didn’t seem to bother him.

“Leo!” She called.

He turned confused, and his eyes widened in panic. 

Breisa was going to ask what was wrong. Then she noticed it… a little ball of fire sat in his palm. 

“I— you—” Leo stumbled over his words. He quickly extinguished the flames. “You didn’t see anything. Ok? And you can not tell anyone about this.”

“Leo—” Breisa started.

“No! This isn’t some joke or something you can hold against me! You have to promise you won’t say anything.” Leo was frantic. “Alright?” His voice wavered and he was trembling a bit. 

Anxiety.

“I won’t say a word.”

Leo studied her for a good minute. She could not read his thoughts completely, but his internal battle was flickering towards anxiousness and relief. He was debating whether or not to trust her word.

“I promise.” Breisa put a hand over her heart.

He seemed at least satisfied with that. “What are you doing here anyways? You should be inside with them.”

“Because I got tired of third wheeling for Jason and Piper.” She rolled her eyes. “I came here looking for you, dummy.”

“Why?” Leo furrowed his eyebrows.

“We're stuck in the middle of nowhere, in a creepy abandoned car plant.” Breisa gestured to the dragon, “Festus needs our help. And we need him if we want to go anywhere. I couldn’t leave you alone to deal with this on your own. Even if we have our issues.”

Leo looked at her like she was crazy. He probably thought she was.

What kind of girl would risk their life in the middle of a blizzard, an exaggeration really , to look for him.

And then he shook his head. 

“If you die from frostbite, that's your own fault.” He leaned over Festus' head and turned to her. “You gonna help or what?”

Breisa grinned. 

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Leo had given a simple task. Hold the flashlight steady.

“Aim it a little over here.” He said pointing at the square door control panel along the dragon's head. 

She pointed the flashlight toward it.

“No higher.” 

She moved it up.

“Too high.”

She lowered it.

“To the right.”

“Leo!” Breisa grumbled.

He snickered under his breath. “There is fine.”

Leo opened the control panel and he exhaled in disbelief. “Oh, Festus, what the heck?” 

The tangled up wires inside were frozen over. There was a little cd looking disk charred and blackened— Breisa could make out some Greek letters but they were mostly blurred.

She guessed it wasn’t a good thing, since Leo was muttering things to himself.

“Nothing is unfixable.” He declared finally. “Gimme a nylon bristle detail brush, some nitrile gloves, and maybe a can of that aerosol cleaning solvent.”

 The tool belt obliged. And Leo began to work.

He started off cleaning off the control disk; he had to stop from time to time to summon fire and melt away snow. But mostly he went into autopilot mode, his hands working by themselves.

Leo was really in his element. But as he worked, his mind wandered—that wouldn’t have been such a problem, if Breisa stupid power would just shut off.

Breisa couldn’t exactly tell what he was thinking…

Well sort of. It was hard to explain. 

 But back at the hotel—after the whole argument—the spellbook had filled a new page. Glowing and all misty. Obviously she had to read it. 

It sort of explained why she could feel strong emotions.

 She could connect to people through their emotions— an empathy link. People who had empathy links were most likely to have strong psyche. 

The stronger the psyche, the stronger the empathic (even telepathic) powers a magic user has.

It wasn’t much but it sort of made her understand herself. 

That’s why she could sense Leo’s current anxiousness and self-pity. 

“Enough, Valdez,” He scolded himself suddenly. “Nobody’s going to play any violins for you just because you’re not important. Fix the stupid dragon.”

“Um Leo?” 

He froze, remembering that he wasn’t alone. He coughed awkwardly, “...I didn’t mean to say that outloud.”

“Are you good?” She asked, fidgeting with her necklace. 

“Hmn? Oh yeah totally.” Leo dismissed and went back to working on the dragon. On the inside, his anxiousness spiked. 

“You’re lying again.” 

Leo stopped working.

Breisa hesitated, but remembered the embers on his palm. “Is that what you were trying to hide…the fire?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He grumbled. 

She sighed, kicking at the melted puddles of snow. “Well you’re going to have to eventually.”

“Why does it matter if I do talk about it or not?!” Leo snapped.

“Because we have to settle this!” Breisa shouted. 

Leo turned to her, all his emotions attacked her all at once. They were negative. But mainly resentment.

“Look, I know I said some hurtful things before. Or recently.” She sighed, “I know we aren’t friends. But I’m sorry. Even if you don’t forgive me, I’m sorry. And I can't let you hold this weight on your shoulders. No one should have to suffer like this.” 

Breisa  could feel his emotions that spurred randomly slowed down to grief and anger. 

“You talk about it like…” Leo hesitated, “Like you knew about my powers. Before you caught me using them.”

Breisa breathed shakily. “I had an intuition about it. You were lying… You're emotions they tell so much.”

“My emotions?” He was confused. 

“Ju-just let me show you.” She tread over to him, and got close. “Um, don't freak out.”

“Why would I-” Leo cut himself off as Breisa grabbed his hand. He was getting flustered. 

“You’re embarrassed that I’m holding your hand.” 

“W-well anyone would be I mean…hand holding…” He trailed off, his face burning.

“Think of something else. Think of Festus. How you saw him fall.”

Suddenly Leo was guilty.

“You think it’s all your fault that Festus broke down, despite what Jason said …that you couldn’t fix him long enough to withstand the cold. That you could have done better.”

“How did you?” Leo was stunned.

“I told you. Your emotions are strong.” Breisa half-frown. “I don’t know why, but I can feel someone else’s emotions. It’s some weird empathy power. And when I’m close or touching them I can—

‘Do this.’

He jumped back a bit.

“Did you just—in my— in here?” He tapped his head as his eyes widened. 

Breisa chewed her lips nervously and nodded.‘That’s how I knew about the fire….I…I read your mind by accident.’

“You did what?!” Leo took his hand from hers. “Why did you do that?!”

“It wasn’t on purpose, pendejo!” She huffed ashamed. “I had a vision of your powers, on our way to Boreas. And when we were in the hotel—when you were angry, it was just too much...The vision, I saw you and the machine shop.”

Leo stood quiet for a moment.

“So whenever my emotions get too much. You can see what I am thinking about?” He asked after a minute, even though he already knew the answer.

“Pretty much.” Breisa fiddled with her ring. “It’s not like I wanted to. But maybe I had to.” She shrugged. “Powers are difficult to have. And with my little experience or what’s happened in my life with mine. I want to understand. And be better than how I was.”

Leo went quiet again. “But why? I mean I wasn't any better. I’m still not. So why would you want a truce or somethin’?”

“Something like that.” Breisa put simply. “And because of this odd little group we have. We need to stay together. You’re just as important as everyone else.”

You’re right, Breisa, A voice said. 

Leo fumbled his brush and dropped it into the dragon’s head. Breisa felt her stomach twist.

This felt like the voice from the dream but this one had no accent and sounded more sinister. 

They both turned to see who had spoken. Then they looked at the ground.

Snow and chemical sludge from the toilets, even the asphalt itself was shifting like it was turning to liquid.

A ten-foot-wide area formed eyes, a nose, and a mouth —the giant face of a sleeping woman. She didn’t exactly speak. Her lips didn’t move.

But Breisa could hear her voice in her head, as if the vibrations were coming through the ground into her skull. 

You all need him desperately, She said. In some ways, he is the most important of the seven—like the control disk in the dragon’s brain. Without him, the power of the others means nothing. You will never reach me, never stop me. And I will fully wake.

“You.” Leo was shaking so badly, it was hard to tell if it was from the earth or his own fear. “You killed my mom.” 

The face shifted. The mouth formed a sleepy smile like it was having a pleasant dream.

Ah, but Leo. I am your mother too—the First Mother. You both shall not oppose me. I will ease your burdens. You will tread lightly on the earth.

Breisa thought, ‘Like hell we would do that.’

Dirt-fcae hummed, not exactly pleased.

You know little witch. You need these burdens to be eased. So fragile minded. So easy to lose control. You invade others' minds and space, what makes you think you can be a part of this? All that chaos in you, and your clueless to it all— will be your downfall.

The necklace felt cold. It flickered with a purple glow. She felt the knots in her stomach squirm, and her hands began to shake as the ground rumbled with cracks around her sneakers.

“Y-You don’t know me! You won’t get in my head!”

Her sleepy smile grew wider.

Ah that’s right. I will make sure she finishes the job..if you survive that long. But you wouldn’t want that, would you? So both of you, walk away now let my son Porphyrion rise and become king.

Leo grabbed the nearest thing he could find—a Porta-Potty seat— and threw it at the face. “Leave us alone!”

The toilet seat sank into the liquid earth. Snow and sludge rippled, and the face dissolved. 

Leo stared at the ground, waiting for the face to reappear. But it didn’t.

He looked at Breisa to make sure Dirt-face was really gone and she nodded. 

Then from the direction of the factory, a crash—like two dump trucks slamming together. Metal crumpled and groaned, and the noise echoed across the yard. 

Instantly they knew that Jason and Piper were in trouble. 

Walk away now, the voice had urged. 

“Not likely,” Leo growled. “Gimme the biggest hammer you got.” 

He reached into his tool belt and pulled out a three-pound club hammer with a double-faced head the size of a baked potato. 

Breisa summoned her ax from the ring. In perfect size and condition. The bronze shone in the setting moonlight. 

Together they ran from the wreckage and toward the warehouse.

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(A/N: Another chapter! Procrastistion be damn! I'm gonna try to be posting as often as I can no more cliffhangers. Also Happy Bleated Valentine's day <33!)

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“In the Night” - The Sandman (Morpheus, Dream of the Endless x  female reader) Chapter One

If you’re a fan of Greek Mythology like me, this one should make you happy :)

Summary : During the day, you’re a young pansexual woman with a confusing past,  living with your bestfriend, Vicky, and her young daughter Cecelia. But when night falls, you work as a stripper, nicknamed the “Little Dream” by your faithful clientele... Somewhere else, The Dream Lord Morpheus has escaped from his century long captivity.  But what does this have to do with you  ? You’ll find out soon enough...

I’ll post all the chapters here. You can also find everything I write here.

(There’s just a bit of swearing in this, otherwise I’d say it’s pretty tame, besides the whole strip club setting... no need for a trigger warning I think.)

Chapter Summary : After a weird dream that leaves you completely  disoriented, a peculiar but attractive man you’ve never heard of before  asks for you.  

"Aglaea, are you listening to me ? Aglaea !"

The strikingly beautiful woman kept repeating this name. Aglaea. The anger distorted her graceful features, and you wondered what you had done to deserve such wrath. She spat the next words, without ever breaking eye contact with you, sending chills down your spine : "What are you doing ? Have you lost your mind ? They're going to find you ! And when they do, there's no telling what horrors they'll do to you. Can you even hear me ?! AGLAEA !" Another voice, coming from your right startled you. You weren't alone. "Thalia, calm down. She can hear you just fine." The other woman, equally as breathtaking as the first one, came closer to you. She wore a reassuring smile that concealed a certain nervousness. "We're just worried about you, sister. Think about what you're doing, for a second, would you ?" She kindly took your hands in hers, inviting you to sit next to her on a stone bench, invaded by climbing ivy.

For the first time, you looked around you. The view almost knocked the breath out of you. There were no words to describe the exquisiteness of your surroundings. It seemed like all of your senses suddenly came back to life, and you felt overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. Waterfalls, strange trees you had never laid eyes on before, firefly like creatures floating all around you... Even the smell was divine.

You knew this place.

Home. It felt like home. You felt a stab in your chest, looking at the face of your sweet sister, her hands still clutching yours. You remembered now; her name was Euphrosyne. She had always been the most patient and gentle of the two. You were the younger of the trio. It was all coming back. You were one of the Charites, or Graces, depending on who you asked. "Think about your daughters.", Euphrosyne said. Four daughters. You had four daughters with Hephaestus. How could you forget about them ? Before you could think too much about it, your older sister added even more problems to your already full plate :  "And what would your husband say ? Think about it. Oh, and Aphrodite ? You've always been her favorite ! You know how jealous she gets, when our focus shifts onto other deities. So if you were to leave..." She had barely finished speaking, when Thalia continued, her voice more bitter : "And that's not even everyone ! What about father ? And Himeros ? Or is he the one who got into your head ? He must have, because you talk like a mad woman, Aglaea !" Himeros. Desire personnified.  Could they be to blame for the unyielding strength of your feelings for Oneiros ?

You didn't remember talking before, but when you opened your mouth, the words floated so easily out of you, with no control over them whatsoever : "Of all people... Do you think I care about my husband, Hephaestus ? I can barely stand the sight of him !" Even in your trance like state, you could feel this was a poor choice of words. Hephaestus was just the tip of the iceberg. This seemed to enrage Thalia furthermore : "Do you hear that, Euphrosyne ? Our brave baby sister fears no one ! Don't you remember what he did, when he found Aphrodite in bed with Ares ? Or do you need me to refresh your memory ?"

Euphrosyne raised a hand to appease her sister, before adding : "Listen... I know you love him, dear sister. But the Dream Lord has a dangerous reputation... If you do not fear our family, fear HIM and what he could do to you, should you displease him." You stood up, without even thinking about it, filled with a stirring frustration. Your sisters would never understand : it was all worth it. A sense of impending doom suffocated you, but it was better than any of this. Of course you'd pay. Of course they'd come after you. But for an instant, you'd be free. Free to love the one you wanted to love. Free to live the life of your dreams. A small taste of eternity. You declared, before turning your back on your sisters, never to see them again : "You talk about their power. What they can do to me. But what about MY power ? THEY should be scared. Because I no longer want to be part of this. Dancing, and singing, and organizing stupid banquets ! Is that all there is to our lifes ? Being forced into marriage ? Fuck them. I know they can hear me. FUCK YOU ! ALL OF YOU ! And you my sisters, I want this for you too. Freedom. My daughters..." you trailed off, before catching yourself again : "I hope you'll find it in your hearts to forgive me someday."

You caught a glimpse of a tear on Euphrosyne's soft face, before hearing a strange sound. Everything around you faded to black, and the noise turned into a muffled voice : "Y/n, wake up." Who was y/n ? Your name was Aglaea, was it not ? But the voice became stronger, insisting on calling you y/n. You felt weirdly heavy, all of a sudden. It was too hot. You needed some air. Water too. You opened your eyes, and found yourself in a dark room. A woman was standing above you. "Finally, you're awake !" she said. Still groggy and disoriented, you asked in a throaty whisper : "Euphrosyne ?" The woman gave you a weird look, and laughed a little, before telling you : "Damn, that nap must've been hella good girl, 'cause what the fuck did you just call me ?" You didn't answer, and she shook her head, continuing : "Come on y/n, get your ass up. We're gonna be late." She left you alone, before you realised something.

At the corner of the room, you could have sworn there had been a man too, carefully watching you, just a second ago. He seemed more like a dark ghostly creature than human, but his presence made your heart flutter a little. He was right there. Where did he go ? You sat up on the couch, fully awake now. Vicky (Victoria, that was her name - how could you not remember your bestfriend's name ?) was right, that nap knocked the shit out of you. Your dream was slipping away now. It had been a long, looong time, since you last dreamed like that. You almost forgot who you were for a minute. Who the hell was Euphrosyne ? What kind of name was that anyways ?

You stood up, and recognized your surroundings. You were in the backroom of The Erotes, a strip club owned by a woman named Amy. Everyone called her Ma' though, because of her benevolent and protective disposition. Female owned strip clubs were rare, and you felt grateful for it. Amy made sure everyone felt comfortable, safe, and in perfect control of what they wanted to do. This place was the closest thing there was to home, in your book. You didn't remember much of your childhood, and your parents just weren't in the picture. It was almost like you didn't exist, before Ma' took you under her wing. There was a sense of strong sisterhood, amongst you and the other dancers. People loved to think of strippers as dumb, superficial and vulgar. Or as victims, before God forbid a woman could do something like that, and feel powerful. But the women you spend so much time with were some of the most interesting, clever and gorgeous creatures, inside and out, you had ever encountered. Vicky was one of them. You lived with her and her two year old daughter, Cecelia, who was the apple of your eye, in an nice appartment rented by none other than Amy. Life was pretty good, all things considered. You had reasons to be happy. And you were, to some extent.

But as far as you could remember, there had always been this quiet fear inside of you. This constant anxiety, that had grown even stronger the last couple of weeks. Something was going to happen to you. You didn't know how you knew it... you just did. You tried to open up to Vicky, but she was an optimist at heart : she didn't take your alarm seriously. "Babe, nothing is gonna happen to you, okay ? You're fine. Everything's fine. And if it's not, it will be", she would simply say. And then there was this odd feeling that something was just... missing. Something, or someONE was not there when it should have been. It was strange. To crave something or someone you knew nothing about. And then the anger... Where was all of this coming from ?

You were getting ready, but you weren't going to be dancing tonight. Maxxie, the bartender, had an emergency. You suspected it had something to do with his boyfriend. Nevertheless, you were one of the only ones who could fill his shoes while he was gone, so tonight, you'd be bartending. Vicky always marveled at how easily you managed to do pretty much anything. You just had this weird gift : you would try something once, and then replicate it perfectly without much guidance afterwards. "God, it's like you're not even human ! At least look like you're struggling a bit !" she would joke.

You were almost done, when one of the girls, Donna (the customers called her Red, because of her fabulous copper lioness mane) passed her head in the doorframe : "Honey, some handsome guy is asking for you." You knew you were popular amongst the club's clientele, but unfortunately for that handsome guy, tonight wasn't the night. "Tell him I'm not dancing tonight, Donna." you answered. But Donna looked a bit embarassed, and continued : "I know, I told him so, but he's insisting. He just wanna talk to you, I think." You stood up, put your shoes on, and asked : "Has he been here before ? You know him ?" She didn't. Said she'd remember him, because he was too damn cute to forget. This sparked your interest. You raised one eyebrow, and playfully retorted "Okay. Well, tell him I'll be here in a minute, would you ? Thanks, Don." She gave you a mischevous smile, and closed the door. You stared at your reflection in the mirror one last time , pretty satisfied, stood up, and went behind the bar to start your shift.

You made sure to arrive discreetly, to observe whoever was asking for you and not be taken too much by surprise. You greeted the twins, Rom and Remus, who were the club's bouncers and part of the family as much as anyone else. Vicky was on stage with a couple of the girls, dancing to "Desire" from Meg Myers, but it was hard to shine with her around. She moved with a snake like sensuality, swaying her hips and charming anyone who laid eyes on her in a hot second. Her eyes swiftly spotted you accross the room, her beautiful features illuminated by the pink, purple and blue neon lights, and you winked at her, earning a blinding smile in the process. No one talked about it, but everyone here knew the line between friends and lovers were often blurred between you and Vicky. Sometimes, things just happened. It didn't need to be adressed or labelled. It just... was. You shifted your focus on the rest of the large room, and saw a peculiar man wearing sunglasses inside. Donna was right, he had never been here before.

Swagger oozed out of him, and he quickly noticed he had caught your attention. He was indeed very handsome, in an almost dangerous way. He smiled at you, and came to sit on a bar stool right in front of you. You returned the smile, rested your elbows on the counter, and said  : "A little bird has told me you're asking for me. But I wonder... I've never seen you around before. So how do you know about me ?" The blond man chuckled softly, before copying you and resting his own elbows on the bar : "A friend recommended this place to me. Told me to ask for Little Dream. That's how they call you, right ? Little Dream ? He tells me you move so gracefully, like you're floating around, with such lascivious ease... Must be quite the show." He had a way with words, she had to give it to him. "Unfortunately, as my friend already told you, I won't be performing tonight. I can get you something to drink though, if you'd like ?" His sunglasses still on his nose, the mysterious man grinned again. You couldn't see his eyes, but you could've sworn he was staring right into your soul in this moment. "A woman of multiple talents, I see." Then, he continued, speaking more to himself than to you "Little Dream... ha, isn't that just perfect ?"

Growing a bit uneasy, you asked again : "So, what can I get you ?". He seemed to get out of his short trance, and channelled all his charms to smoothly ask you for a whisky on the rocks. Two other men ordered drinks, so you had to abandon Sunglasses for a while, but he kept observing you with keen interest. A larger groupe came right after, so Amy popped up to give you a hand. You shot Blondie an apologetic look, but he didn't seem to mind. After a while, things had calmed down, and Ma' seemed to notice something was going on with you two, so she smiled, and nodded towards him. "Who's the pretty boy ? Don't think I've ever seen him before." You looked over your shoulder, and he raised his glass in your direction. You laughed softly, before answering : "Don't know. He came especially for me, apparently." Your boss smirked at you before deciding : "Go on. I got it. If things get too crazy, I'll call you." You asked if she was sure, which she was, before heading back towards the gorgeous stranger.

You didn't have time to say anything, before he complimented you : "It's true what my friend said, you do move like you're on a cloud. It's quite enchanting to see. Dancing or not." You softly smiled at him : "You're quite intriguing, aren't you ?" He laughed a little, before answering in a teasing way : "Am I now ?" You rested towards the counter again : "So what's your name, stranger ? And most importantly : what do you want from me ?" He patted the seat next to him, inviting you to join him on the other side of the bar. Amy was busy with a customer, and the group had drifted accross the room, cheering for Donna and Vicky, who were now dancing to "Okay" from Chase Atlantic. You joined him, curiosity getting the best of you. Satisfied, he responded to your questions with other questions : "Tell me, Little Dream... How have YOUR dreams been lately ? Do you sleep okay ?" Confused, you hesitated : "Huh, excuse me ?" He smiled to himself, like this was a private joke only he could understand. "Our old friend is out again, you know ? It's clear to me you can feel it, too." You subtly backed away a little, taken aback by his words. He didn't make any sense. Did he ? This wasn't the first time you had to deal with a weird customer, but there was something about this one... He was getting under your skin, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"I don't know what you're talking about", you said nonetheless. He shook his head : "Ah yes, that old trick the Gods have cursed you with. Still working, I see. No memory again. I wonder what it'll take, for you to break that malediction. Anyways, he must have visited you at least once, since he's free now. Hasn't he ?" You stared at him in complete disbelief, not understanding why his words didn't sound completely insane to you. There was something in there that resonated with you, and he saw it in your eyes. "Aaaah, I knew he couldn't resist seeing his girl again. It's been so long, after all." Was he talking about the shadowy figure you swore you had seen when you woke up from this strange dream ? He couldn't be. How could he know ? You didn't even know what you had seen for certain. He continued : "I know if you were mine, I couldn't stay away for too long... But our mutual friend has been a very good boy, those past centuries. The last one wasn't his choice, alas, but still..."

Something inside you woke up, and you felt the hair on your arms stand up. Was he the one who would precipitate her downfall ? Was this what you had always been worrying about ? "WHO are you ? What do you want ? And what on earth are you talking about ?" The man chuckled again, this time with something dark in the sound of his voice. He stood up, and before you could turn around, you felt him whispering in your ear "You may not fully understand now, but you will. I'll help you understand when you're ready. I'll be there when you need me, that's a promise. Until then, see you around, Aglaea."

Before you could react, he was already gone. Aglaea. The name sounded awfully familiar. Wasn't it how those women called you in your dream ?

Chapter Two in the making...

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Hi!! Just had to drop in and say I LOVED your Luke fic and I can’t wait for more. I would love protective Luke with hurt/comfort, if that sounds interesting at all. Thanks for sharing your writing!!! 🌸

fighting chance; luke castellan

wc + pairing: 4.2k, luke castellan x daughter of ares! reader

synopsis: when an enemy takes advantage of your kindness during capture the flag, luke intervenes with a sword in hand.

warnings: a creepy boy👎, threats/harm to reader, she’s going through it, blood/injuries (nothing major), angry ANGRY luke, violence, lots of fluff/reassurance at the end<3

notes: thank you SO much for your kind words & your request!! hurt/comfort is my bread and butter my favourite fic genre of all time i think. & protective luke is just a bonus bc he’s already crazy so it can go as far as i want🤭 i’m not exactly sure what this turned into but if i fix it any more i'm going to go insane so hope you like it!

You’re not much of a fighter.

That alone is a normal thing to admit—plenty of people don’t like violence, the frisson of a challenge, the bruises that come with them. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Unless you’re a child of Ares.

People at camp often ridicule your gentle nature when they see you with your half-siblings. They’re all gritted teeth and sharp edges, born warriors that take up all the space they can get. You, on the other hand, are lousy with weapons and even lousier with your fists. You’re quiet, attentive. While your siblings charge into battle without second thought you stay back, flitting around to adjust armour, change out weapons, oversee the terrain. Planning isn’t Ares’ style so you’re pretty much useless but nobody wants to admit it. You’re usually mistaken as a child of Hephaestus or Athena.

Unfortunately, you are a child of Ares, through and through—just in none of the ways that matter.

There are rare times your father’s influence peeks through. Not with bursts of rage or fists flying, but with thoughts. And sometimes those thoughts turn into words. Well, not sometimes. One time. This one.

The evening before the camp’s Capture the Flag game, every cabin gathered around the bonfire past dinner. To burn offerings, to chat, or in Luke Castellan’s case, to admire.

He watches you laugh with Clarisse from a distance. The Ares cabin leader always had a certain fondness for you. When Luke first started dating you he had to ask Clarisse for her blessing beforehand just to be sure she wouldn’t kill him. He’d do it a million times over just for the moment you look back, your face warming when you catch his stare. He rolls his eyes at you to lessen his smile, but he’s not sure it works. You giggle and turn back to your friend.

He’s always loved your softness; your capacity to defend and not attack. Your body rejects any skill you could possibly develop for violence. Believe him, he’s tried to teach you sword fighting, but the last time he gave you a lesson you nearly impaled yourself thirty seconds in. He loves your wit and your tenderness, your proficiency at preventing conflict, your refusal to argue. But a selfish part of him loves the fact that he’s your protector even more.

The night wears on with the flickers of fire and friendly banter. One of the times Luke looks back at you, his brows wrinkle. There’s a guy talking to you. A group of them, actually, but there’s one clearly leading the pack. Some Aphrodite kid. Luke’s jaw twitches.

“Hey, princess,” the voice makes you pull away from your talk with Clarisse, but you’re confused. Luke is the only one that calls you that.

“Um, me?” You ask when you see the boy in front of you. He’s tall, chest puffed out. It’s not an endearing silhouette. “What’s up?”

“You wanna be on my team for Capture the Flag tomorrow?” He asks nonchalantly.

You laugh politely, “Sorry, but I don’t think we’re allied with Aphrodite tomorrow. That’s your cabin, isn’t it?” You feel bad that you can’t remember—his face is so … plain.

He chuckles back, but it’s a lot less nice. “No, doll, that’s not what I mean.” He steps a little too close, and even though you know Clarisse is behind you it feels like she’s a thousand miles away. “Well,” he drawls, a smirk drawn out, “you meet me in the forest after we start, and then we can … you know. Confer.”

“Confer?”

“Yeah. You get what I mean, pretty girl, don’t play dumb.”

A revulsion coats your gut. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call me that,” you say as firmly as you can.

“What, pretty or dumb? Why not both?”

It’s demeaning, the way he says it, and it stirs a temper in your stomach you know you inherited from your father. You’re not big on confrontation. Or embarrassment. But this weirdo is talking to you out in the open and people are starting to stare. He wouldn’t dish it out if he can’t take it, right?

“I’ll pass on your offer. I have a boyfriend and I’m actually on his team tomorrow, so I’d rather confer with him, sorry.” Your hands wring together but you do your best to quell them, imagining it’s the string of Luke’s camp necklace, threaded between your fingers. You try to look for him out of the corner of your eye.

He snickers, even though it’s common knowledge you and Luke have been together for months now. “So you are dumb, huh?” He tries to smirk and you assume is supposed to be sexy, but it’s just gross. His hand tries to slide around your waist.

“Don’t touch me, please,” you hit his hand away. Your skin is crawling and the knot inside you tightens.“Just leave me alone. People are looking, you know.”

“We could go somewhere where nobody looks,” he sneers, and the grin on his face is so sleazy that you just can’t stand it anymore.

You pray to your father for strength. And to yourself for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry, are you stupid or something? I told you, no.” You snap. “Maybe you’re the pretty dumb one, but for a child of Aphrodite it’s shocking how little the first one applies.”

His eyes are wide, and the posse he’d assembled behind him has attracted quite the view. You almost feel like crying, all these eyes on you, but you’re so sick of people thinking they can walk all over you just because you’re not like your siblings.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m just trying to be nice—” He grabs your wrist as you leave but you yank it hard.

“Don’t. Touch me.” People are staring at you now, but the only one you care about is Luke, who looks equally ticked and equally proud, and all you want to do is kiss him. “Hope the only time we confer tomorrow is if somebody’s sword is at your throat.”

It’s the last thing you say to him. He starts to go after you but Luke is already at your heels. “Back off, man.” You can spot how all his muscles are already rearing themselves for a fight. You wrap a hand around his wrist, and he meets your eyes. Not now.

The altercation is lost the second the two of you leave the bonfire. Nothing matters when Luke has you in his arms, kissing you outside of your cabin, telling you how damn beautiful you looked.

You’re fixing a new Ares boy’s armour when Luke finds you. “Hey, angel,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. He relishes in the way your face heats up. “You ready for battle?”

You smile, “Always.” You pat the kid on the cheek and send him on his way. He gnashes his teeth and roars, joining his siblings at the front. Luke catches the longing in your expression.

“All good?” He asks gently.

It takes you a second for your eyes to meet his. “Mmhm,” you swallow. “Just hope his armour doesn’t fall off.”

Luke sighs for a moment, then wraps his arms around you. “He’ll be fine, sweetheart. Be safe, okay? Stay close.” He kisses your temple, rubbing circles on the nape of your neck.

“Yes sir,” you reply against his chest. His insides flutter.

He pulls your face up to his and kisses you, tender and wanting. “Let’s show these hooligans who’s boss,” he quips.

“You’ll show them. I’ll hide in the woods until some idiot comes along and tries to ambush you.”

Your dulcet tone has him wrapped around your finger, and you don’t even know it. “You’ve always got my back,” he croons, kissing your brow.

“And you’ve always got our flag.”

You kiss him again and he lets you slip out of his arms no matter how badly he wants to keep you there forever. He watches you vanish into the trees, and his heart goes with you.

He gears up with his team and the horn sounds. Game on.

There’s yelling, sweat, adrenaline, and Luke embraces it all like a man starved. This is his chance to be ruthless, to let all his untapped rage cycle through him. This is why he’s unstoppable. This is why he’s the best.

Clarisse is unusually cooperative today, but competent as always, and whenever someone’s weapon breaks or they lose their team she just barks at them to go find you. You, the smartest person in Ares, who can mend a weapon with nothing but blades of grass and determination. Luke is pretty sure your cabin would be lost without you. He wonders if you know.

The groove of the game has fully enthralled him. He’s alert, his wrist nimble, his sword a living, breathing part of him. There’s almost nothing that can take him out of his victory path until he hears one of the younger campers tell Clarisse he can’t find you anymore.

Whatever nincompoop he’s dealing with is left groaning on the floor. “What?” He barks, hand flexing around his sword. “Where is she?”

“Probably just moved,” Clarisse grunts as she kicks back an opposing camper. “She knows where everything is. Maybe she’s—oof—safer.”

“But how am I supposed to fix my spear?” The kid frowns.

Luke runs his tongue along the roof of his mouth, dry and laden with salt. He told you to stay close. Where would you go? “I’ll find her,” he decides, already sheathing his sword to walk towards the trees.

“Luke—”

“I’ll find her!”

He barely pays attention to the calamity going on around him. With a flick of his wrist he knows he can take out any person he wants. The second he gets to the trees, where the air is cooler, it’s startling how much quieter it is. No wonder this is your preferred hiding spot.

He thanks the quiet a thousand times over because if it had been any louder he wouldn’t have heard you scream.

It’s so short it’s almost indiscernible, but he knows it’s you based on how his body movies before his brain does. It snaps something in him, the adrenaline transformed into something acerbic, determined.

“Don’t fucking scream again.” A cluster of boys are stationed around you. You’re leaning back in the dirt. You barely feel the earth sticking to your skin. Just your heart jostling madly, your fingertips shaking in the ground beside you. “Okay, I won’t, just put the sword down—”

The snarling Aphrodite boy from last night takes a swing at you, and you scramble back just enough to avoid it. “No can do, doll.” His face is twisted with rage. The lackeys he had when you told him off are there too, cornering you against a cluster of trees like you’re some caged animal. There’s a dagger clenched in one of your dirt-ridden fists but you know it won’t do you any good. You can’t fight; you don’t have it in you. But these boys do. And they’re angry.

“Tell me where the flag is,” he orders. The tip of his blade comes under your chin, fogging up with the labours of your breath, your head pressed against the trunk of a tree.

You stutter, “You’re not—You’re not supposed to threaten like this—”

“You embarrassed me in front of all those people yesterday,” he cuts you off. “Thinking you’re so fucking smart. I didn’t even say anything that big a deal but you run your mouth to the entire camp and make me look like the idiot. I thought you were nice.”

The words are laced with poison. You know from the wild look in his eyes that this isn’t about the flag at all.

Tears sting your eyes and the sword grazes your throat. Of course this is happening to you. The one time you feel your father’s rage, when you exemplify the thing you’re told to be, you are punished.

You are never going to be the right kind of daughter.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you try to say it evenly, but your breath is so ragged it’s barely audible. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that.” You mean it, but they won’t care.

The boy’s face looks pleased at your tears. It makes you inexorably ashamed. “Some fucking Ares kid,” he snorts. “Can’t even fight, can you? Can’t even pretend to.” His sword leaves your throat and travels up to your quivering jaw. You’re wordless, white-knuckling the dagger at your side, praying that Luke is somewhere nearby.

“No wonder they stash you back here. You’re useless.” His eyes scan every part of you, and the idea of him knowing what you look like forever is so revolting it makes you want to vanish. “Too bad you’re alone, though. Nobody’s gonna know I was here because nobody’s gonna hear you.”

Your eyes get wide, and something in your mind rumbles through you like an engine. An urge buried in your blood.

Your dagger tears into his leg just as his sword dashes your arm. The pain is sharp, stinging, but the boy winces and you know you hurt him too. It gives you just enough time to roll out of the way as he lurches forward. “The fuck is wrong with you?” He swears.

Blood drips onto your shorts, splotched with tears. You know you can’t go anywhere because his friends are here and you’re almost certain you’ll be maimed, but you tried. At least you tried.

The Aphrodite boy picks his sword back up, stalks towards you, and then freezes.

Because Luke has just spotted you. And he’s spotted the boy that has you on the ground.

And he’s the best fucking swordsman Camp Half-Blood has seen in three hundred years.

“If you don’t get away from her right now I’m putting this through your skull.” He emerges from the foliage, his sword raised, sweat dripping down his face. You have never seen anyone look angrier. He has never felt angrier.

The boy blanches, and Luke sees how easily his lapdog friends shrink in his presence. Good.

“Woah, easy,” the boy holds his hands up in mock surrender and tries to flash a smile but it’s just fucking pathetic. His arms are shaking and his throat bobs about a million times. “We’re just playing the game.”

“Like hell you are,” Luke spits. “You gang up on my girlfriend and you expect me to believe this is fair play? Want me to tie you all together and push one of you off a cliff to keep the spirit going?”

“Didn’t know she was yours,” the boy tries to shrug but again, it’s a miserable attempt that only makes Luke feel stronger.

“Not that it matters but yes, you do,” Luke chuckles thickly. “I beat your ass in sword training last week. You know exactly who I am. And I’m sure you know who you are, so it’s obvious you���re playing out of your league here.”

Out of the corner of his eye he sees you still cowering, blood dribbling down your arm. He wants to tear the world apart. “Apologize and maybe I don’t send you to the infirmary.”

“We just want the flag, man,” the boy swallows.

“And I want your head on a stick. Want to see who gets what first?”

It’s too provocative an insult for a moron like this to ignore, so soon Luke has the pleasure of disarming five bitter boys that have clearly never been good at a single thing in their life. He tears through them like sheets of paper, knocking them to the dirt, ripping their clothes. He thinks of you, just you, your honest heart and patient hands, and it’s enough to fuel him for a millennia.

The last boy, the leader, is at Luke’s mercy, and he has none to give. The flat of Luke’s blade is pressed horizontally against the boy’s neck, an angering similarity to the position he had you in earlier. “If you ever do this again, I’m going to kill you.”

“You’re—fucking—crazy—” The boy wheezes, the length of the blade squeezing his throat against a tree trunk. “I’ll—I‘ll tell Chiron.”

Luke has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep him from doing something he regrets. “Oh yeah? You want me to tell Chiron how you harassed and terrorised a girl in the middle of the forest all in the name of play? Want me to tell him what you said to her last night at the campfire? Because I’m sure it won’t take much for him to get rid of your ugly face as it is, and I’m a camp counsellor.”

He knows it’s not the most morally correct use of his title. He knows he might be stepping over the line. But he also knows you’re always being ignored or trampled over and he’s tired of pretending like he doesn’t give a damn. He’s tired of people trying to force you into something you’re not. Of you crying in his bed at night because they’re trying to drag a violence out of you that isn’t there. Always in the name of fucking play.

Luke takes the sword off the boy’s neck and shoves him backwards. His calf is bleeding, not a deep wound, but a wound nonetheless, and Luke is full of pride when he realizes you did that. The boy’s bad leg makes him wobble and fall at the force of the push. Luke enjoys watching the scramble. “I—I was just trying to be nice, it’s not my fault she took it the wrong way!” The boy flails his hands in the air, rising to his feet again, and Luke shoves him down twice as hard. A piece of his shirt tears off in Luke’s hand.

“You’ve gotta stop talking or I really am going to kill you,” he seethes. “Don’t touch her ever again. Go.”

Luke is sure he looks homicidal right now because the guy finally tumbles his way down the hill. His body fades into the distance, swallowed up by shrubbery and sweat.

The second he’s gone Luke tosses his sword and armour and gets back to you. “Shit,” he mutters, kneeling down. You’re still shaking, your head in your arms, and all his hatred morphs into a love so desperate it terrifies him. “Angel, come here. Let me see.” He lifts your face with his hands and scans you rapidly. “Did he hurt you anywhere else? Anywhere?”

“Just my arm,” you whimper. “My arm.”

He knows it’s not the cut that’s hurting you; it’s long, but thin, and it’s not bleeding too thickly. He takes the cloth from the Aphrodite boy’s shirt and wraps it around your arm, knotting it at the end. “All right, that should be better.”

You look at him with watery eyes, and he knows all you need is for him to hold you. He folds you in his arms and leans against a stump. You can’t get close to him fast enough. The tip of your nose buries itself in his neck and he feels the dampness of your cheeks on his skin. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re safe,” he soothes, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’m so sorry.”

Guilt swaths over him for a brief moment; he wonders if he shouldn’t have done all that, if he should’ve been more sensible. Then your lips form a ‘thank you’ against his skin and all is forgotten.

You feel so small. The shock is still running its course, so all you can do is cry it out. Your hands still shake when you thread your fingers through Luke’s necklace to steady them. He soothes you the best he can, running his hand along your spine, all the sharpness of his voice softened just for you. “You’re all right, angel. I’m not going anywhere.”

You stay like that for a while. The sounds of the forest return to you; leaves in the wind, birds chirping, Luke’s breath tickling your hair. You crane your head up to nuzzle your nose against the faint stubble of his jaw. “My hero,” you murmur, and feel his skin shift as he smiles.

“Couldn’t have done it without you. Saw the cut you gave him on his leg.” He kisses your temple. “I hope it gets infected.”

You giggle weakly no matter how you try smothering it in his chest. “Gods, you’re awful.”

“He deserves it! I probably should have killed him!”

“You came pretty close, didn’t you?” You mumble. Luke’s expression is wary, but you smile to yourself and it dispels everything. “I was hoping you’d come.”

“Good. Serves them right, messing with you like that. Fucking idiots.” He kisses your face again for good measure, “You sure they didn’t get you anywhere else, princess?”

You nod but you know you look wounded. You nudge into the crook of Luke’s neck again. “They … you know, it’s just … the usual stuff.” Every word weighs a pound as it comes out. Your heart feels sore.

Luke tenses again instantly. “What usual stuff?”

“Um, just—” The shame gets caught in your throat. “They all think I’m useless, Luke. Why can’t I do this right?”

You start to cry again, but he just holds you closer. Sometimes it surprises you how much patience he has. He prides himself as the harsher one between the two of you, but you don’t know who he’s fooling with the way he always knows how to comfort people.

“I don’t know what to do,” you continue, blinking back tears, “I’m not—I’m just not good at this, I don’t know why I’m in Ares, I don’t know why I can’t … be that. Why is he my father? I’m no good at being angry. I want to be angry.”

Luke’s quiet for a moment. Nothing changes except his hand rubbing circles on the nape of your neck again. Then he sighs deeply and says, “You don’t owe your father a damn thing. You don’t owe anyone anything.” He’s resolute, firm, a sharp contrast to his gentle kiss on your hairline. “You’re the smartest, most generous person I know. You need those people in battle. You’ll lose if you don’t.”

The warmth of his skin prompts you to look up at him. He looks different so often, the way he can shift between so tough and so gentle. Sometimes, like now, he’s caught in the middle, the remains of a furious sweat hardening his face, but his eyes are nothing but tender. You think it’s how you like him best.

“Besides, we’re not our parents, right? Who cares about Ares anyway?” Luke shrugs.

“Luke! Don’t say that!” your tears turn into a giggle. “The Gods might punish you!”

“I’ll handle it. There’s enough fight in me for the both of us.”

“Okay, tough guy,” you mutter with a weak smile.

You’re still sniffling. He runs his thumbs across your cheeks, and his gaze softens. “You’re an Ares kid because you are a fighter, angel. You just fight a hell of a lot smarter than the rest of us. Best one I know. Well, other than me.”

It makes you smile. “So second-best?”

“Tied for first.”

He kisses you with that stupid roguish smile. It’s salty with tears and sweat, but it mends your heart anyway. There is nowhere in the world you’d feel safer.

“I love you,” he says against your cheek. “Be as sweet as you want. If anyone has anything to say about it I’ll mess ‘em up good.” Your face warms as his voice drops to your ear, “And I know you’re an Ares kid because you’ll encourage it every time. You might not have a violent bone in your body, but you sure don’t have a problem with me using mine.”

“Diplomatically, Luke. Diplomatically.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you want.”

You can’t help but kiss him again. You’re not entirely sure why he loves you so much, why you love him so much, but you never feel quite as secure as when you’re with him.

Cheers boom from the other side of camp. Luke’s head perks up like a dog, and you turn back to search for spots of red or blue. “Did we win?” You ask, craning your head to get a better view.

“Don’t care,” Luke says.

You look back at him. His anxious face says it all. “Yes, you do.”

“Okay yes, I do, and I need to see if those douches found our flag so I can choke them out with it.”

You laugh, standing so Luke can jog off to see the state of your team. But before he goes, he picks you up and smothers you in kisses, holding you like you’re his prize.

You are not a fighter, but your boyfriend sure is. And you’re perfectly okay with that.

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Forged in Love

Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader

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     When you returned, you filled Athena in, per her insistence.  You didn’t tell her everything, saving some just for yourself.  She was very encouraging, saying that this seemed a wise match.  You had tentatively thought so as well but hearing it confirmed by the goddess of wisdom helped to seal matters in your mind.  The only thing stopping you was that you still didn’t know him very well, he was very guarded, though you knew enough to know he was more open with you than anyone.  And that made you feel really good.  Funny how you were the goddess of feelings (more or less), yet this guarded man who didn’t let anyone in made you feel better than all those who constantly tried.  The irony was not lost.  It was funny to you how you had thought he was a recluse who was not worth anyone's time, whenever you thought about him which wasn't much, until you met him just once.  However, was this a good idea?  Rushing into a marriage with someone who you hardly knew, even if he seemed like the best option?  Was another god you knew better a good idea? You were running out of time.

“The truth is, you don’t have much time to decide.  Hera likes the idea and would bless this marriage.  I am unsure if she would bless anyone else for you.  And though her marriage isn’t something to aspire to, her blessing is still very much needed.”  Athena had told you, after you confessed your doubts.

“I understand that, but is he too good to be true?”

“Everyone is on their best behavior in the beginning to be sure, but you know the other gods and they are not options.”

“But what if he turns out to be the worst of them all?”  You were starting to panic.

“It is true you do not know him well, but what does your heart say?  You of all of us would know best if love can be found from the both of you.”  You were silent for a moment, unsure what the truth was.  You thought you knew the answer but were scared in case you were wrong.  The last thing you wanted was to be trapped and even if he was a wonderful choice, you were still being forced regardless.

“Listen to me, my friend.”  She started again.  “You can talk to him and make it clear what you expect once you are married.  If not love, something where you do not hate each other. Find an agreement you can both live with so being together is not a nightmare.  I don’t want to see you wither away like Hera.”  She gave you a sad smile, and hugged you then left.  You had a lot to think about.

     A few weeks had passed and you realized that no matter what, this was going to happen.  So you needed to talk to Hephaestus and make sure you were on the same page like Athena had suggested.  He had agreed to meet at his forgery once again, not liking to leave and though you felt at a disadvantage you knew the location wouldn’t matter; the conversation was going to be difficult regardless.

“Hello Hephaestus”  You started, a little awkwardly.  He had brought you to another balcony overlooking yet another lovely piece of land that stretched for miles.  You mused to yourself how lovely it would be to spend many days out here.

“What can I do for you?”  Not one to beat around the bush, not that you had expected it of him.

“Honestly, it is a little awkward, but I think we need to talk about this forced marriage.”  His expression darkened just a bit, or maybe you imagined it.

“What about it?”  He asked, in a deeper, not as friendly tone.

“I guess I wanted to make sure that this is what you want, and if it is, what our expectations of it are.”

“Expectations?”

“Yes.”  

“Such as?”  He lifted an eyebrow.  His was an intense gaze, and the only one you ever felt the need to shy away from.  Any other god you could flirt your way around it, but not him.  You couldn’t be fake with him, even if you tried. And you didn’t want to

“I am not naive to think that though we are… getting along right now, that we still don’t know each other very well.  And I don’t want to wake up one day knowing that not only do me and my husband not get along, but that we could hate each other.”  Again no expression.  What you would give to know his mind.

“Like my mother.”  Interesting that this was the first time you had heard him refer to Hera as mother.

“Yes.”  You hated to admit it, but you feared turning into her one day.  Locked away, barely surviving, hated by her husband, respected by none.  The thought alone made you shudder.

“What is it that you want of me?”

“I want…that is I-”  You didn’t know what to say.  

“Do you want a companion?  A friend?”  He took a step closer.

“Well yes, but-”  Another step.

“You want someone who you can get along with and live amicably with?”  Another step.  He was so close you could reach up and kiss him if you wanted.  The thought shocked you.  Where had that thought come from?  And why was it the only one in your mind?

“Or do you want passion, love, fire?”  His eyes bore into your own.  You would be lying if you said you didn’t like the intensity.

“I am the goddess of love, of course I want that.”  You whispered.

“And you are worried you won’t find that…with me?”  You couldn’t read his emotions but thought that maybe there was some sadness in his eyes.

“I’m scared, Hephaestus.”  He nodded, smiling sadly, and began to back away.  The moment you couldn’t feel his heat you reached for and grabbed both his arms to which he instantly tensed up.  But you noticed he didn’t back away.  “I am scared that I won’t yes, but having met you, I am scared that I might actually get all that I want.”  He slowly brought his arms to wrap around yours.  “I am scared that you are too good to be true and once this.. Connection, this spark dies down, we will be left with nothing.  So my hope is that at the very least we can live together amicably, as you say.  That I won’t hate my very existence knowing that you grow tired of me.  That I am not at all what you want.  That you will resent me for forcing you into this marriage.”  You hadn’t admitted half of this to yourself and yet it was all the truth.  He had a way of making you be honest with yourself, a good trait since love can blind.

“This is what bothers you?”  He searches for more but does not find it.

“Yes.”  You barely whisper.

“Then let me tell you my fear.”  No sound could be heard, you held your breath knowing that whatever he was about to say would change everything.

“I fear that you are going into this blindly.  That you see an option that is the best of the worst, and will quickly change your mind and feelings.  That you will see me for what I am.”  It had hurt you to know he thought you so trivial but you knew that it was also in your nature; you were emotional and emotions change and are fleeting.

“I know that I am trivial,  but I have changed a lot.  I cannot promise I won’t become more sound, that is who I am; I am Emotion.  But I can tell you that love will not change.  Will I get upset, go crazy?  Most definitely.  But love..that does not change.”  You knew whether you loved him or not, but knew it was not the time to say yes or no to it.   “And I do see you for who you are.”  You could tell he wanted to pull away, so you moved closer, so that the rest of your bodies were practically touching.

“I see a man who has so much more to offer than others see.  More than he himself sees.  A man who would help out a complete stranger and have next to no expectations of her.  Someone who is always doing things for others and thinks he deserves nothing in return.  I see a man with so much to offer but is so humble.  I see a man that I could easily love.”  His coal eyes had a flicker of fire and you thought it was the most beautiful thing.

“Is that truly what you see?”  He asked in such a vulnerable way, your heart ached.

“I see so much more.”  Your hand reached to cup his face.  He visibly relaxed, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Then I think your fears are unfounded.”  You smiled.

“I think yours are too.”

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Yandere Greek Gods - Profile II

"Even the gods themselves need love and yours is the best of all." - Greek Gods.

❝⚡️— lady l: hey! Here I am again, bringing you the second and probably last part of the profile of the Greek gods. Before reading, I want to make some things clear, I didn't make all the Greek gods, if it wouldn't take too long, I made the most important ones. Of the twelve Olympians and some extras, for example, Persephone and Hades are not Olympians, but they are listed. Maybe in the future I can make the minor gods, but there's no plan. If you want to read the first part click here or search one of the tags below. I didn't do it in alphabetical order or the oldest, I ended up leaving it randomly and some got bigger and others smaller.

❝⚡️tw: yandere themes in general, dub-con, implicit non-con, possessive and obsessive behavior. If you feel uncomfortable with any of these themes, I recommend not reading.

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MANIPULATOR

Athena is the Greek goddess of wisdom, craftsmanship and strategy in warfare. Daughter of Zeus and Metis.

"Y/N, you know it's not wise to argue with me about this. You're not going to abandon me to these petty mortals. You insult me ​​by asking me to."

Athena is an extremely proud goddess and that is dangerous. Any affront or insult will not be treated lightly. You will be punished and after being punished, you will be drowned in the caresses of the goddess.

She is manipulative, what more could you expect from the goddess of wisdom? Athena is wise, she knows how to manipulate you very well and you won't even know you're being puppeted unless she wants you to know.

Athena will punish you until you learn, but you won't need to be punished many times, the goddess will make sure you learn the first time.

In a platonic way she will be more tolerable with you, but will still be strict. Athena expects no less from her obsessional perfection. You must be perfect for her and she will make you be.

"I'm so disappointed in you, Ynn. How dare you try to leave? I've tried to avoid physically hurting you, but apparently it's the only way you know how to obey. With pain."

Kinks: dom. Athena is definitely a dom, she wants it and will be at the top.

Nicknames: Ynn (imagine it as the initial of her name plus the letter "e", like Lee), princess/prince.

OBSESSIVE

Artemis is the Greek goddess of hunting, chastity and in some versions the moon. Daughter of Zeus and Leto, twin sister of Apollo.

"Do you want to go hunting with me today, dear? It will just be the two of us..."

Artemis is an obsessive and protective yandere. She is strong and decisive, Artemis wants you and she will have it. From a young age, Artemis always knew what he wanted. A group of hunters who, like her, took a vow of chastity. But after meeting you, maybe she'll reconsider.. or not.

Artemis is one of the yandere most likely to be platonically in love with you. The goddess worships you, simply, you were so kind, innocent and intelligent, which immediately attracted the attention of the goddess of hunting. You haven't been corrupted by the evils of the world yet, and she wants you to stay that way.

If she becomes romantically involved with you, there will hardly be sex involved, but she doesn't mean it's not impossible, because it can happen. But due to her oath, the goddess is much more likely to remain platonically in love with you.

Although she is known to be serious and strict, Artemis is kind and tolerant of you. You are one of the few mortals the goddess has affections for, she wants you to remain pure.

If you remain pure and devoted to the goddess of the hunt, Artemis will reward you handsomely.

"Oh, is my little deer hurt? Tell me who hurt you and I promise to make that person regret it."

Kinks: hunting games. You are the prey and she is your predator. It is Artemis' favorite fantasy.

Nicknames: dear, little deer.

CONTROLLER

Apollo is the god of the sun, music, plagues, prophecy, medicine, arts, oracles, truth, disease, healing, poetry, archery, initiator of young people into the world of adults, masculine beauty, perfection, harmony, balance and reason. Son of Zeus and Leto, twin brother of Artemis.

"You can't leave, Y/N. What if you get hurt? I can't risk your safety."

Let's be clear, Apollo is a controlling god and he doesn't accept to receive a "no", none of them accepts in fact, after all they are gods and you are a mere mortal, but Apollo can be worse, I mean, take a good look at Cassandra of Troy.

Apollo wants to control you in every way, when you wake up, when you sleep, what you eat, who you talk to and even your clothes. Everything you do will be scrutinized by the god.

In addition to being controlling, Apollo is quite protective. Not that you can blame him, after all, all of his lovers have tragically died and he doesn't want the same to happen to you.

As the sun god, Apollo is always aware of where you are. God has hell, wherever you are he will be there. He wants you to be by his side all the time, for you to share your thoughts with him whether you want to or not. Privacy is something you will never know after he sets eyes on you.

Apollo is a very jealous god. He gets jealous so easily it's ridiculous. Apollo is jealous when the wind hits his delicate skin, after all, the wind is a god too. He will always be hovering over you.

"What are you about to play a game? Don't worry, my Muse. I won't let anything happen to you."

Kinks: dom, probably a little daddykink (given the power he feels when you call him that).

Nicknames: sunshine, sun, my Muse.

IN LOVE

Aphrodite is the Greek goddess of love, beauty and sexuality. In some versions she is the daughter of Zeus and Dione, but the most famous is that she was born from sea foam, after the castration of Uranus.

"Love is the most powerful emotion there is."

Aphrodite is the embodiment of feminine beauty. She is the most beautiful and desired goddess. She wants to be adored by everyone, she is adored by everyone. But what she craves most is your attention, devotion and your love.

The goddess is not afraid to show how much she is in love with you. Why should she? She is the goddess of love! Aphrodite wants you to know in every way possible how much she loves you. You are the person she cares about and loves the most, so you should always have confirmation that she loves you more than anything in the world.

Expect to receive many gifts from the goddess. From dazzling silk dresses, jewelry to decorated handcuffs. She will pamper you infinitely, you are her greatest treasure, nothing could be fairer than that you receive everything from the most expensive and the best. Whatever you ask for you will get, have no doubt that any wish you have, even the simplest, will be fulfilled.

The only thing Aphrodite wants in exchange for all the luxury she will provide you with is your love and devotion. Just for her. You must be completely devoted and loyal to your goddess, otherwise she is more than willing to punish you. Her punishments would be both physical and sexual, she has no fear or any hesitation to cause you physical pain.

If you are disobedient or stubborn, know that you will be insulting her. Aphrodite is known to have a dangerous temper and when she is offended nothing can be done to calm her anger, look at the case of Myrrha and Hippolytus. Nothing and no one could do anything to calm the goddess's fury and it's not like anyone will help you, as she is extremely dangerous and is willing to use Ares or anyone else to destroy an entire country as a way of punishing you. And she won't feel an ounce of guilt about it. She would blame you, saying that those people died because you didn't accept her love.

It goes without saying that Aphrodite is an extremely jealous goddess, bordering on possessiveness. Nobody has the right to touch you. You belong to her and her alone. Anyone who tries to touch you will lose their hands or their life, depending on whether she's feeling merciful.

As long as you remain devoted and accept Aphrodite's love for you, you and everyone around her will be protected. Aphrodite loves you so much and wants to stay with you forever. But remember, Aphrodite was once known as the goddess of war and all is fair in love and war.

"Shall we take a shower together, my love? I promise to get you clean. Are we going to do more than just bathe? Maybe..."

Kinks: literally anything. Aphrodite doesn't have a specific kink, she loves to try anything with you.

Nicknames: my love, my passion and my beautiful.

POSSESSIVE

Ares is the Greek god of war. Son of Zeus and Hera.

"I'll take you with me to the next battle. Shh, don't argue with me. I'm sure you'll like it."

Ares, like his mother, is extremely possessive. It has no other adjective to put in. He sees you as his, as a possession, more like an object to be possessed than a person.

You weren't sure why and how you attracted the attention of the god of war. Maybe it's because you're a peaceful and anti-war person that, in a way, you loathed Ares. It was an affront to him and it infuriated him. You should be punished. Not only did you not pray to him, you tried to dissuade the others from stopping the killing. Ares knew you had to be punished severely and that was exactly what he planned to do.

When he went to meet you, it didn't go the way he had planned. Instead of having to punish, he was stunned. You radiated such a calm and passivity that he was fascinated by you. Ares was instantly fixated on you. He wanted you and he would have you. He would make you the perfect wife/husband, but for that Ares needs to make sure you would support him.

Ares is not a gentle god, quite the opposite. He's gross and rude. There's no kind of gentleness when he touches you. Kisses from him are usually rude and it seems like he's always trying to get you pressed like anything, from a wall to your own arms if there’s nothing else.

However, there are moments, rare but there are, where Ares is affectionate with you. This would be more likely to occur if you are pregnant or if it is your first time. In either case, he would be much more affectionate and try to be as gentle with you as possible. It might not seem like it because of Ares' brutal nature, but he can be soft when he wants to.

Ares loves you. This is a fact. But his love for you is twisted, he won't let you walk away from him. His possessiveness is suffocating and uncontrolled, he would beat anyone to death just because they dared to lay eyes on you. No one would be safe from him, not even you. Be very careful with him, Ares is more than willing to hurt you in any way possible to make you understand that you belong to him.

"I gouged out the eyes of that old bastard who asked you what time it was. What? Don't look at me like that! Did you like his attention?! YOU ARE MINE!"

Kinks: dom, rough sex and BDSM.

Nicknames: flame and sweetsoldier.

WORSHIPER

Hephaestus is the Greek god of the forge, blacksmiths, artisans, sculptors, metals, metallurgy, fire and volcanoes. Son of Zeus and Hera. Although, in some versions, he is just the son of Hera.

"I know I may seem disgusting to you, precious. But I want you to love me as much as I love you."

Hephaestus' biggest problem is his insecurity. Not that you blame him, I mean, his mother threw him off Mount Olympus because she thought he was so ugly and he was cheated on by his wife, so you can expect him to be insecure and somewhat paranoid. He knows he doesn't deserve you, he puts you on a pedestal. As if you were the goddess/god and not him. Hephaestus fears abandonment, he will do anything for you, anything so you don't abandon him or betray him. Ask and you will have.

He would definitely be the god who would spoil you the most. Others would too, but not as much as Hephaestus. He is always making new jewelry or trinkets for you. All made with the greatest dedication and affection.

However, Hephaestus can be quite scary. Don't get him wrong, he doesn't want to scare you, but when the god gets jealous (which happens very easily, given how insecure he is) he can become aggressive and threatening. But when his anger fades, all that's left is guilt. He didn't mean to scare you! He loves you! Why did he keep scaring you?

Hephaestus wouldn't force you to be with him. He'll understand if you want to stay away from him, even if it tears him apart inside. Hephaestus will be content to just watch you from a distance if that's what you want. But if you, for some reason, decide to stay with him, you won't leave his side anymore. Choose very carefully.

''Will you promise to stay with me forever, Y/N? I... I really can't let her go...''

Kinks: somnophilia (I can say that Hephaestus would really love to see you sleeping, a bit bizarre I know, but I just think...).

Nicknames: Precious, my life.

DELIRIOUS

Dionysus is the Greek god of wine, parties, life cycles, insanity, theater, religious rites and intoxication. Son of Zeus and Semele, a mortal princess. He is the only Olympian god born to a mortal. He is sometimes replaced by Hestia in the Greek pantheon.

''Today we are going to participate in a celebration! What do you mean by one more? Hmm... Don't worry, baby dolphin, it's the last party I drag you today!''

Dionysus may seem like an easy god to deal with, but don't be stupid, he is not. He's always shrouded in some kind of drunken haze, he's rarely sober, and when he is, it doesn't mean he'll make it any easier to deal with. Because he isn't. In fact, a sober Dionysus is a lot more work and a pain in the ass than a drunk one.

He is a delusional yandere. A little too obvious for the wine god, but true nonetheless. Dionysus is always wrapped up in his delusional obsession with you and drink. There are only two things he cares about most, you and his precious wine. The order doesn't matter much. He's sober enough to know it's wrong and extremely distorted how he feels about you, but he doesn't care one bit. He is a god and you are a mere mortal. Dionysus is delusional enough to think you're ecstatic that he's fallen in love with you.

He's very dangerous. Never doubt it even one for a moment. The god is always in the presence of his drunken worshipers, they are as obsessed with you as their god is with you. You will never be alone again. If Dionysus is not in your presence, his followers will be. All hovering over you. It would be an understatement to say that you will have almost no privacy.

Dionysus will drag you to all kinds of parties. It doesn't matter if you're the reclusive type of person who hates crowds and noisy places, once you're with him you'll learn to enjoy being the center of attention.

You will be pampered and rewarded by the god if you are not a stubborn person. Dionysus is not a bad option to be trapped, but because he is delusional and is almost always involved in his drink, he will hardly notice your discomfort.

''Here, Y/N-nn, take this grape. Wait! Let me put it in your mouth and then we can enjoy the privacy of our quarters...''

Kinks: exhibitionism and threesome. Dionysus won't mind sharing you with someone (especially since then that person will be dead).

Nicknames: baby dolphin, Y/N-nn (basically your name plus the second letter, like Laa).

STALKER

Hermes is the Greek god of roads and travellers, diplomats, merchants, astronomy, eloquence and initiation. He is considered the messenger of the gods, patron of thieves and the guide of souls to the underworld. Son of Zeus and Maia.

''What do you think about going on a trip? You know, just me and you, to a distant, romantic place. Where no one would ever disturb us.''

Hermes is a stalker, ok, let it be clear to you and everyone else. The god was already chasing you before you even knew, before anyone else knew. It is likely that even moiras were not aware of this. He knows everything about you. Your biggest fears, quirks, your biggest desire and even your darkest secrets. Nothing escapes Hermes' sight. You couldn't hide from him even if you tried, after all, he's the god of the roads, Any way you try to take he'll be there, waiting for you with open arms.

He got to know you in a very unusual way, actually. You were hiking with some friends and ended up getting separated from your group, causing you to get lost and, luckily or unluckily (it's up to you), you ended up meeting Hermes, who provided you with the necessary information. You thanked him and ran off to catch up with your friends, but unknowingly ended up leaving a deeply obsessed Greek god.

After that encounter, the god became thirsty for knowledge for you. He's found out everything he can about you. It was the perfect way to get close to you and he did. You wouldn't even notice Hermes' obsessive behavior as he is quite laid back, but don’t be fool, he can be scary and dangerous if he wants to be. However, luckily for you, this is very rare to happen, but if you end up irritating him too much, you will be punished severely, he will have no mercy.

Hermes is not a jealous or obsessive god. He doesn't demand to have your attention all the time for him, he's also very busy. Hermes is a pretty safe option for falling in love, but like I said, he's a stalker, he'll always have his eye on you. So be very careful what you say or do when he is not ''present''.

''You can run all you want, baby... But you know I'll always catch up with you, don't you?''

Kinks: voyeurism.

Nicknames: baby, sweet, little traveler.

INTENSE

Eros is the Greek god of love and eroticism. In some versions he is the son of Aphrodite and Ares, in others only of Aphrodite and in some he is presented as the son of Chaos, which would make him a primordial god.

''You know you can't resist love, my princess/prince. I don't know why you still try.''

Eros is the embodiment of sexual desire, of everything erotic. His emotions are intense and very powerful, which makes him one of the most dangerous yanderes among all the Greek gods. His anger is not to be treated lightly. His love should not be ignored and he should never, ever, under any circumstances, be neglected.

He loves too much, too much. What he feels for you is the purest love there is in the world, at least that's how he thinks, as it's completely twisted and unhealthy. The god is completely out of control when it comes to his love for you, he is ecstatic, overexcited. He wants you on his side all the time and so it will be.

Eros is very jealous. He is jealous of everything and everyone who approaches you. He doesn't like any of this. You are his and he will use force if necessary to make you understand this.

He is an extremely dangerous god when insulted. He will punish you, but his punishments are mostly sexual, but that doesn't mean he's not willing to leave marks on your delicate skin. If you resist his love, Eros will use his arrows on you. He doesn't want that, he doesn't want a puppet, but if that's what he needs to do to make you love him then so be it. You will love him willingly or by force. It's your choice.

''Stand still, Y/N! If you don't want to love me willingly, then I have to force you. Either way, you will love me.''

Kinks: Eros does not have a specific kink. He's willing to do anything in bed, but to be honest, he likes to be submissive. It's his dirtiest secret, he wants you to master it.

Nicknames: princess/prince, love.

CAREGIVER

Persephone is the Greek goddess of Spring dead, life, grain, nature, destruction, herbs, flowers, fruits and perfumes. She is the Queen of the Underworld. She is the daughter of Zeus and Demeter and the wife of Hades.

''No need to worry, my sweetie. I will be here for you. Ever.''

Persephone is a very kind goddess. She has a reputation for being kind to heroes and that's true. She is one of the kindest and gentle goddesses of all the Greek gods, to the point of being quite naive, although this changes a bit after she becomes the Queen of the Underworld.

The goddess laid her eyes on you after meeting you briefly at one of the Olympian festivities. Before she married Hades. You were a goddess/god, a minor goddess/god, but you had been invited and Persephone couldn't take her eyes off you. But she never tried to talk to you, her mother Demeter was extremely protective and wouldn't let anyone near her, so the goddess didn't dare approach you.

But everything changed after her kidnapping and her marriage to Hades, even after she got married and supposedly fell in love with her husband, you were still on the goddess's mind all the time and now that she was away from her mother, she could have the chance to speak with you. And she did. You were exactly as Persephone had imagined, kind and fun. Rumors about your kindness were true and she fell even more in love with you.

Persephone is a very compassionate goddess, she would never force you into anything or try to hurt you in any way. She loves you too much for that. The goddess would never dare do anything to hurt you. You would be pampered and adored by her. You two would do anything together, she refuses to leave your side. Even when she returns to her husband's side, she will convince you to go to the underworld with her.

Getting stuck with Persephone is not a bad thing. She is kind and calm, she would never try to hurt you and would give you all the affection in the world if you wanted. But you have to stay by her side. And she will go up against anyone who was opposed to her relationship, no matter who.

''What do you say we go for a walk in my garden, Y/N-wer? If you're hungry, I've got some pomegranates here with me.''

Kinks: dom and aftercare. Persephone can be kind and all, but in the bedroom she's the one who dominates.

Nicknames: Y/N-wer (mixture of Y/N with flower) and my goddess/god.

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Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERLIST Ω WORKS:

"COOKIES" (CLARISSE LA RUE X READER) IMAGINE:

Synopsis: What happens when you combine cookies with a child of Iris, who becomes friends with a child of Ares.

"CARRY ON MY WAYWARD CHILD" Annabeth Chase/Thalia Grace/ Luke Castellan & Reader imagine: [1] [2] [3] [4] [Ao3 Link]

Synopsis: When a dream makes the reader unable to settle, they decide to take a walk, converting their dream to reality.

Reader encounters Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth on the run when they have a dream that makes them go out and see a sick Annabeth with a tired, injured Luke and Thalia. They take them in, saving them, and encounters them years later when they remembered a kind stranger.

*no specific pronouns or descriptions used. Referred to as Y/N. Roughly college/university age.

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST 📜

Synopsis: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb of the reader interacting with the respective demigod afterwards.

MAJOR GODS:

🍇DIONYSUS🎭 [TUMBLR][AO3]

👟HERMES 🐍 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

⚒ HEPHAESTUS🔥 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

🕊APHRODITE💖 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

⚔ARES🐗 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌕ARTEMIS🏹 [TUMBLR][AO3]

☀APOLLO🎶 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🦉ATHENA🧠 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌾DEMETER🌽 [TUMBLR][AO3]

⚡ZEUS⚡ [TUMBLR][AO3]

💀HADES💎 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌊POSEIDON🔱 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🔥 HESTIA 🏠 [TUMBLR][AO3]

👑HERA 💒 [TUMBLR][AO3]

MINOR GODS:

🌈IRIS☮ [TUMBLR][AO3]

💤HYPNOS😴 [TUMBLR][AO3]

⚖ NEMESIS ♎ [TUMBLR] [AO3]

✌ NIKE🏆 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🥂HEBE🙏 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🍀 TYCHE🎰 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🔮 HECATE🌙 [TUMBLR][AO3]

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Hi! I loved your comfort goddess post! If your still taking requests, could you do one where Fem! Motherly Goddess reader is the wife of Ares and watches over his children with intense care. Especially Clarissa (if your comfortable with adding a dash of favoritism with Clarissa lol). And the Ares kids are possessive of their Motherly Goddess even though she literally only cares for them at the camp and how the other campers see this. ^^ thank you!!

Divine Mother

Yandere Ares!Cabin x Stepmother!Goddess!reader. (Platonic!!)

-£ Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Reader taking care of her child, Cheating, Obsession, Jealousy, Fighting.

Many centuries ago you had be punished for your husbands doings.

Ares had upset Hephaestus by having a affair with his wife, Aphrodite. and you knew your husbands actions but you cared little about them, because his attention wasn’t on you. and you didn’t hate Aphrodite for it and you actually liked her, even had tea meetings with her at times.

Hephaestus was so upset he was going crazy in anger, so Zeus needed to punish his son. And that meant with you because he knew how much his son cared for you. So, you were sent to watch over the demo gods with Dionysus.

You spent years caring for all the children of your family and cared for them.

And for centuries it was Ares kids who took up most of your time. Their anger and hotheaded nature made your attention be placed on them mostly.

No matter what time it was, your husbands children need something.

When Clarisse came in things took a heavy turn. They became more needy and clingy to you that you constantly had to break fights they had started.

They seek your praise more then their fathers.

Asking for your blessing each capture of the flag, every fight, every mission, anything they need.

“Did you see that?” One of the younger children ran up to you with armor half the size of himself. “I would have killed him if it wasn’t a dummy.” You just patted his head and gave him the slight bit of praise.

But, Clarisse. She was at your side almost always. Even fighting with her siblings for you and she didn’t care. She was better then them.

When Percy arrived at camp she couldn’t believe her ears when you agreed with the stories of him killing the minotaur. how dare he? he wasn’t special and worth nothing to have you talk about him.

she hated him so much more and wanted nothing more then to have him say he was lying so she could drag him to you. and have him bow at your feet to apologize.

He was a fake.

Any bad emotions you could sense them. So when you felt a overwhelming sense in the bathrooms in camp you followed to find out what was happening. That’s when heard a loud noise.

Rushing in you see three of them on the floor and the new kid in the stall, door broke and water overflowing throughout the place. Clarisse was soaked and looked like she was about to attack him, you knew she was probably causing problems before you came in.

“Clarisse,” Your stern voice echoed through the place and made everyone turn to you and their faces worried. “What did you do?” You glanced at the two beside her as you crossed your arms.

they tried to explain but you grabbed them and started to scold them and take them back to their cabin. a goddess yelling at you was scary. and having the one who is know for her calmness was even scarier.

the whole cabin was out for Percy when capture of the flag came but Clarisse and her team were going for him. he made them look like fools in front of their mother? he was a dead man.

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— trickentine જ⁀➴♡ ︎

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

summary: when eros, the god of love, makes the annual valentine visit to camp half-blood, he conveniently unintentionally leaves his bow and arrow in the capable hands of his younger half-sister.

warnings: nothing i think, except for like one curse word (pls do tell me if i miss any though!)

genre: ...romcom?

part 2

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

The gods were many things: powerful at their core, benevolent to those who merit it, temperamental when goaded, and mysterious in their methods— but there was one trait that defined them most of all, incandescently littered in their tales and lores: they were tricksters.

You really should’ve known better than to pick up that stray quiver of arrows.

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

The Aphrodite Cabin consistently made it a point to celebrate Valentine’s Day with much fanfare. Everyone has been busy the entire week preceding it; there were fresh roses to harvest, pink and red deserts to be made, hundreds of paper hearts to be cut, ribbons to be tied and acres to decorate. As one of the older siblings, a huge chunk of the responsibility fell on your shoulders. Needless to say, you spent an entire extra hour in the bathroom trying to put your concealer to good use.

A mere 10 minutes after leaving your cabin on V-Day, you’d managed to snap and glare at nearly everyone who even thought of intercepting your path.

Nearly everyone because you knew better than to direct your ire at the god of love.

“You didn’t even blend.” Eros said, perusing your make-up judgmentally. “Consider your favorite demigod sister card revoked.”

In his current human form, his hair was a deep shade of black and coiffed to perfection, his eyes a brown hue that you could only describe as melodramatic, and his skin beautifully tanned from frolicking in the sunlight.

Gods, how you missed to frolick in the sunlight. These days, you had to slave in it.

“Lord Eros.” You bowed, desperately fighting the urge to roll your eyes and purse your lips.

“I adore what you’ve done with the place.” He waved his hand off dismissively. He trudges ahead of you, officially beginning his annual Valentine inspection. “Although I definitely think it could use a little more sparkle. Perhaps a little more pink, too.”

‘Pink? For Valentines? Groundbreaking.’ You drawled inside your head. “The Hephaestus cabin is tinkering with a smoke machine to make it emit glitter.”

“Wonderful.” He replied passively, his attention drawn towards the dining pavilion where hundreds of glowing hearts hung from mid-air. Eros turned towards you. “Fairy lights on the beams?”

“On it.” You nodded your head tiredly, scribbling messily onto a notepad. “Anything else?”

“Everything’s perfect, except…” He trailed off before raising an eyebrow at you. “Find yourself a boyfriend, maybe? You need to loosen up.”

“Oh my gods,” You muttered under your breath, fighting the urge to physically recoil.

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you slacking off on training.” Luke chastised with a tut, tugging your arm towards the training areas. Your feet were basically dragging against the dirt, soiling your sneakers and flicking particles of dust against your skirt, but you couldn’t care less.

“Luke, look around you. What do you see?” You asked, your tone too saccharine to be considered serious.

He decided to humor you anyway. “Hearts.”

“10 points to House Hermes. Now,” You leaned in conspiratorially, “Who do you think set this whole place up?”

Luke barely opened his mouth before you answered your own question.

“Me.” You jabbed a finger against your chest. You narrowed your eyes at him. “I set this whole place up. I planned it— the theme, the color scheme, the glitter, the ribbons, the dazzling pink fountain with mini-Cupids who sing at the hour!”

“It looks very pretty!” He said, panicked.

“Yes, I know it looks very pretty.” You kissed your teeth. “Don’t you think I deserve a little break because it looks very pretty?”

He shook his head.

“You are insufferable!” You groaned.

“Hey! In my defense,” He raised both of his arms in the air to plead innocence, “You’re the one who said you wanted to develop a skill by the end of the summer."

His voice was pitched higher by the end in a poor imitation of your’s. You scrunched your nose in distaste.

“Gods, why do I keep digging my own grave?” You mumbled. Luke shook his head in amusement.

He led you into the clearing of the archery field, a line of circle targets dotted around the edge of the forest. A quiver of arrows was hung against the branches, different from the ones in the armory but definitely familiar to you.

“You can use those. Guess one of the kids forgot to return them after practice.” He shrugged. Luke mustn’t have noticed the difference.

You reached up to grab the weapons, still incredulous but definitely not alarmed enough to hesitate. The material thrummed in your hands.

“Go shoot.” He grinned.

“Very helpful instructions.” You muttered.

“Well, it’s pretty straightforward, sweetheart.” He sauntered over to one of the targets, leaning against the wooden frame. “You’ve been taught the basics, you just need the application. Now, shoot.”

“I could literally hit you.” You said blankly as you mounted the arrow against your bow.

“Consider it your challenge to not hit me.” He raised a thumbs-up.

“You’re insane.” You responded, irked and stressed by his casualness. “I’m sleep-deprived!"

Again, Luke just shrugged his shoulders. You huff, but then follow his lead anyway. You close one eye as you raise your weapon to your line of vision, zeroing in on the target.

As soon as the arrow flicked away from your fingers, it changed its course. When it should’ve followed a curved arch towards the red target, it whizzed away and made a beeline straight for Luke. A pink trail of haze followed its path.

“Duck!” You yell.

The arrow pierced through his chest at nearly the same time Luke’s body collided with the ground.

“That’s where those went.” Eros snapped his fingers as he emerged behind you. His glinting eyes were looking intently at the bow and quiver on you, an imperciptible smile on his face.

Your eyes widened in surprise. Shit.

“Lord Eros! I sincerely apologize.” You immediately took off the weaponry, holding them in your hands then kneeling as if to offer them back. You definitely did not want a god to be at odds with you. The two of you might have the same mother, but that didn’t mean you were equal in Aphrodite’s eyes. “I wasn’t-”

“Nah, don’t worry about it, sis.” He said, tapping your shoulder. Was he actually consoling you? “I shouldn’t have left it out in the open anyways.”

He pulled you up by the arm gently, snapping his fingers and getting the remnants of grass off of your knees. He even picked off a stray leaf from your hair. What in Tartarus was this?

For as long as you’ve known Eros and he’s practically coerced you into a dysfunctional sibling relationship, this was the kindest thing he’s ever done. Yes, the bar was low.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“You didn’t use this on someone, did you?” Eros asked, cradling the quiver and bow against him like a child.

“I think I managed to hit Luke—”

“You didn’t!” He interrupted with a theatrical gasp, a hand covering his mouth. He was such a drama queen.

You narrowed your eyes. He planned this, didn't he?

He smirked wider when he noticed the change in your demeanor, the realization behind your gaze. You swore his pupils changed to hearts for a moment.

“Good luck with lover boy, little sis.” He turned around, showing you the back of his hand as he waved goodbye.

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