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zaynesaurora · 17 days
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ʟ&ᴅꜱ ! reaction to you sending a nude — (MDNI)
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a/n: underboob mentioned once, otherwise gender neutral!
ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ ! desperately tries to steer the coversation away from your unpromted image, going through his typical questioning of your day- have you ate, drank water? did you sleep? You humour him of course and he thinks he's successfull in his mission until you directly ask him about it again. He shifts in his swivelling chair, rolling himself backward so he can adjust the tightening material covering his crotch- ' You're beautiful, darling', glasses pressing into the bridge of his nose when he drops his face into his palm.
xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ! fumbles with his phone between both hands when he opens your message and the swell of your underboob peaks from under the contact name- phone dropping to the floor, screen up and the full image on show when his clumsy fingers enlarge the picture instead of locking his device. He's never moved so fast in his life, knee's cracking as he plummets to the ground shortly after- face reddening, brain running into over drive because now he has to find a bathroom, quick.
ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ ! zooms in, inspects every nook and cranny before sending you a nine square colour pallet in return- met by utter confusion on your end. You send him full frontal nudity, spread wide and he sends colours back? is this what true humility feels like? - phone buzzing in your hand when he sends a follow up, ' thank you for the new swatches baby! your nipples are a pretty colour btw'. You don't hear from him for a few hours. He's too busy working. So he says.
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ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ ! barely misses a beat before sending one back, shirt caught between his teeth and hand proudly holding himself at full mast- ' I was just thinking about you too, I guess the feelings mutual?' god he's so horny. You can't even call him out, not when you were infact thinking about him.
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celesterayel · 3 months
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midnight secrets | luke castellan
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pairing : luke castellan x nyx!reader
request: can you write about luke and a daughter of nyx? <33
IN WHICH — he knows only one true thing: you put all the stars to shame.
"now I just wanna stay here and fall into midnight. Want nobody else now, only you, feel right" - a.
w.c. 1.9k
warning(s) : soft ゜✭・.
✩ ‧₊˚ author's note can you tell when I was younger I had fallen in love with the night and the idea of it? cuz I did. very much so, I'd say. also water, always loved the concept of it--the fragility and softness of it, like a balm against my skin.
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long, long ago you learned of the sea of stars and their stories, from which rose their beginning and end. the stars were beings of heat and fire; they were beautifully mortal and alive.
they danced upon the domain of zeus; showering the sky with lights when night fell and befitting the world with their glow.
but as the sands of time bade the next and the corners of the sky dulled, the toll of living and breathing became too much. and so in the vast space of nothingness among the empty silence, the stars took on the duty of protecting a human and god: following where they might go, to every lifetime and universe as if they could erase the tragedy of the divine that swam through their blood.
and when each stars’ child died and their soul followed its ache to finally rest, the star would fall out of the sky in a blazing trail of destruction and divinity to taste freedom one last time and meet them in the next life.
there had been something raw and gruesomely alive about the stars when you learned of the story and so everyday, you’d trapeze the mortal line between night and sleep to watch them in absolution. you yearned to find an answer as to why? why would such immortal and imposing celestial beings like the stars willingly ruin themselves for us humans, for us beings that hungered for war and found pain like a symphony?
you learned your answer when you met luke castellan, your own tragic star who would follow you when the blood of the gods stopped flowing through your veins and your existence came to its calamitous end.
you had spent most of your life curiously confused as if there was something missing that made you feel broken; a piece of the puzzle that made drizzles seem like hurricanes and everything seem like an unsolvable mystery, constantly itching at your skin as if you just needed to pull back the layers and scratch.
and then, one day it stopped.
the buzzling in your head faded and you seem to finally just be.
luke castellan was the rain before the storm, the pain before the raw scream; every fatal, holy thing that meant absolution and destruction in the same manner. a price you were willing to pay if it meant loving him.
and you did–love him that is. every part of you ached with love for your golden boy who had weathered storms like they were his prison and had wanted like it was a fatal wound that might never heal.
you first met the golden castellan boy nearly a year after coming to camp where you were claimed to be a child of the night and stars, the goddess nyx; an absolution of divinity that you would be every dark, enchanting thing he would know. you were the only thing that would allow the hurt in him to finally cease its dance and just allow him to simply be.
while the blood of the gods flowed through your veins, the peace only night could bring was your cover. it was every paceless sleep spent at the docks praying to your mother for one more star to keep its dance, it was heaven and heartbreak in the same measure.
when both man and monster fell to slumber, it was the knowing that eventually everyone would cease their dance sooner or later.
people would watch you like you were a painting come to life as the moon basked you in waves of starlight and the forest came to life in your presence. when the night grew tired of its waiting and the stars lost their way, it was you coaxing them back to life to the restlessness all beings underwent.
you were a creature of presence and peaceful destruction, misfortune and desire–every loud, unsaintly thing the brown-eyed, dimpled boy had thought.
and he was your exact opposite: bold, bright and charming like the sun. it was as if hermes had threaded gold through his veins and ichor had poured forth to create whatever celestial thing luke was. a type of burn only the sun could bring when you went off to your death.
the night had settled upon the camp long ago and so nothing but the loudness of silence and pensive dreams continued its echo. except for the child of the night and her sun who seem to find balance between the bumbling and the glow of the soft moon.
luke grabbed your hand and threaded his fingers, clutching you tightly as if you’d disappear with the breeze and never return.
he guided you to the docks where the river reflected back the divinity of the night sky and lapped gentle waves against the shore. you sat side by side, silently basking in the quiet.
breaking the silence, he asked, “what’s wrong?”
what was wrong? you didn’t quiet know. there was just a sort of cloak of discomfort that had settled over you that you couldn’t seem to shake off.
“do you ever wonder what’ll happen next?”
you settled his hand in your lap and grabbed it like it was a lifeline, tethering your aching body back to the living when all you wanted was to fade. he only rubbed the back of your knuckle, soothing the skin and the bone-deep itch all at once.
you turn to gaze at him, and suddenly you were jealous of the moon and how it shined so beautifully on him like it was made for him to bask under.
he turns to look at you, “before no. now…every moment, i begin to think what makes us so different from humans that we suffer tragedy while they can live how they please and without the cruelty of the gods. I think about what will happen when i finally pass on from this life to wherever my soul may go.”
you don’t think you could handle leaving this world after him. it was a type of pain that would kill you inside out, you decided. you knew it.
there is vulnerability in him that speaks out, “and then i dream that none of that matters because someday you and i make it out of here. out of this place and away from gods and monsters.”
you only grab his other hand and the one you currently have trapped and place a kiss upon each of the palms, embedding all the affection you have for him in that moment. it is something so humanely lived that the world stops moving and the gods see a love for the ages.
he plucks you up from his side and merely places you in his lap, wrapping you tightly in arms like there is no war spreading and reaching it’s claws from the horizon toward the two of you.
you simply close your eyes, soaking in the boy who's holding you like you are a divine being.
“open your eyes and show me the stars, pretty girl.”
all he can think is the moon and stars, which you've fallen in love with so many times has nothing against you. and suddenly your staring the biggest star in the face, wondering if in another life you were the moon and he was the sun king.
but when he kisses you, you realize no. he is simply the star that will follow you when your bodies turn to ash, being picked up by the breeze. and there is only the secret that luke castellan would allow himself a thousand years of destruction if it meant following you where ever you go.
you two are simply a star and his love.
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yournextbimbogf · 26 days
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“Just take out all your stress on me kay?” Were the last words you said before you were in this position.
So here you were, bending in ungodly ways, panting, your eyes rolling back and drool slipping out of your lips. He strikes your ass yet again as he’s pounding you into oblivion.
“Fuckin’ ugh baby you feel so good, thank you again for letting me have at it with this pussy. How’d you know i was all stressed?” he groans out in pleasure. Your ass is now sore and thighs are tingling. The amount of creampies he gave you definitely made you fuzzy all over.
“Open up” he barks out. He puts his thick thumb into your mouth and lets you suck on it, of course he’s still pounding you almost balls deep. It was hypnotizing the way his cock goes in and out of your cream-filled pussy. Before this he had you on your knees playing with his balls and sucking his hung cock. He grabs you by your skull and pushes your head further into his cock as he watches you gag and choke on him, fat tears are rolling down your face and your lips are all swollen. Don’t worry though. He praises you the whole way so he doesn’t seem half as rude.
After sex he definitely lets you play and feed treats to Cerberus 🖤!
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officialdaydreamer00 · 5 months
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Pomegranate.
Pomegranate chapstick. Pomegranate kisses, mate.
i'll assume this is for my guy idia ^-^ not that i told u abt it or anything
reader isn't yuu, gender neutral reader, shorter than my usual brainworms bc i need sleep
so you got yourself a stick of stained lip gloss, pomegranate in both shade and scent.
you were eager to try it out on idia, so you went on your way to ignihyde, fully intended to tease him.
idia definitely smelled the faint scent of pomegranate, but he decided to ignore in favour of his current campaign. you picked that moment to surprise hug him from behind, scaring him out of his wits.
after a while of apologising for having scared him, you asked if he noticed something different about you.
he had an inkling about that pomegranate scent he noticed before you came, but he hesitated because he didn't know for sure.
he shook his head in defeat and asked you what it was.
you grinned mischievously, and before he knew it, that familiar scent invaded his system yet again as you held him still by his shoulders.
idia felt his mind short circuited. he wondered if you knew the myth about pomegranates, how significant it was to the people from the island of woes.
he looked at you, seeing your soft smile, lip gloss smeared from the sudden kiss you initiated. so you did know, but you still did that.
and idia felt his heart raced, filling his ears with beat after beat, and your whispers sweet as honey were the only thing he could hear at that moment.
"c-can... can we do... t-that again...?" you took for time drinking in his shy reddened face. of course, you obliged his request.
and with your lips still stained a pomegranate red, you closed the distance once more, swearing an oath of eternal love for him, and him only.
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normafuckingrockwell · 2 months
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if evil why hot?
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on-my-vigilante-sht · 3 months
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Immortal Danger
Apollo x DaughterofDemeter!Reader
Summary: Apollo marries a half-blood without realizing how dangerous it can be.
Warning: PJO universe but no real PJO plot, (kind of) smut, threats, monsters, Ares slander
Word Count: 4.7K
Masterlist | Part 2
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A/N Sam Claflin is my personal headcanon for Apollo and if he isn’t cast for the Titan’s Curse season I’m gonna cry
“Am I even allowed to be here?” I asked as Apollo and I materialized in his home on Mount Olympus.
“Probably not but Demeter’s already gonna be pissed when she finds out we eloped in Vegas,” Apollo smiles, pulling me down onto the couch. I laughed as he did so, taking a chance to look around. I was in awe. The ceiling to the sitting room was just a giant skylight and the sun seemed to perpetually shine through it. There were balconies in the column of the sun, revealing the upper levels of the extravagant manor decorated in gold.
“This place is incredible,” I said in awe.
“Yeah, Annabeth did a great job with the remodel. And it’s all yours,” he swore, his lips brushing against my cheek. “Everything that’s mine is also yours.”
“Really?” I challenged teasingly. “Then can I drive the sun chariot.”
He faltered. “Well… after Thalia, I don’t think-”
“I’m joking,” I assured him. “I don’t want to torch Antarctica. Or make North Africa freeze over.”
“I’ll give you lessons some day,” he promised. “Maybe when you’re a goddess and that human nervousness about dying instinct fades.” I laughed before he sprung up. “C’mon,” he said, pulling me up from the couch. “I wanna show you the bedroom.”
“Very subtle,” I chided him.
“I know,” he agreed with a cocky smile as he began climbing the stairs. “But you’re my wife now.” We went up so many levels I was beginning to get tired but Apollo was already practically dragging me up the stairs. When we went to a set of double doors I thought we were done with the stairs but there was one more flight. I followed him up, eyes widening as I realized his room made up the entire top floor.
There was a circle in the floor covered by glass with a view to the sitting room, allowing the sun to shine through the whole house. But the ceiling of the room itself was a glass dome, flooding the whole room with light. Surprisingly, it wasn’t ridiculously hot but that’s a perk of being the sun god. Several plants grew in various pots around the room—I had a sneaking suspicion he added them recently—and the walls were lined with various weapons, mostly bows and arrows. The bed itself was tucked into a sort of alcove, with pillows lining the edge of it, leaning up against the walls so as to make the whole alcove a soft bed. I noticed curtains hanging in front of the bed to shield it from the rest of the room, as well as a contraption above it against the glass probably to block the light from above.
Apollo came up next to me. “I know you’re a light sleeper so I had the curtains put in to block out the light.”
“This is incredible,” I said in awe. “But uh- do gods sleep?”
“We don’t have to but I love sleeping,” he smiled. “It’s one of the best things humans invented.”
I stepped closer to the bed, reaching down to feel the soft mattress. “Gods, do you know how long it’s been since I slept in a bed that wasn’t a twin size mattress?” I asked. Even though at 24 I was far older than any of the other campers at Camp Half-Blood, I had to stay there as the outside world had become too dangerous for me. Once I turned 22, Chiron finally let me have a room in The Big House because even the oldest campers besides for me were still around 17.
“Well,” Apollo began, getting closer until I was laying down on the mattress and his face was so close to mine I could see the gold flecks in his eyes, “I was thinking we’d consummate our marriage in this bed before sleeping,” he suggested, kissing me.
“I’d be open to that,” I laughed, kissing him back. Using godly strength, he managed to wrap an arm around my waist before pulling me up closer to the middle of the bed so our feet weren’t hanging off. As he kissed me, I could feel his hand find the zipper on the back of my wedding dress. But just as he started to bring it down, there was a bell and a shout.
“Apollo?” a masculine voice called through the house.
Our lips parted, and he rested his forehead on mine with a groan. “I hate him.”
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Hermes. Look, he can’t see you. He and I are cool now but he still can’t see you.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “I’ll just stay here.”
He nodded, pressing a kiss to my forehead before running downstairs to an incessant Hermes. As he went down the stairs I watched in amazement as his tux transformed into a t-shirt and shorts. Once he left I started looking around the room more, wary of the giant glass circle in the middle of the room. I went up to the weapons, finding various plaques describing what momentous kill each weapon was responsible for. A little bit self obsessed to have in your bedroom but, hey, that’s Apollo.
As the gods moved to the sitting room I could hear them through the glass. “I know you’ve been dating a demigod,” Hermes’ voice came. “Chiron just sent a distress signal about a missing half-blood.”
“So…?” Apollo’s voice came, trying to act nonchalant.
“I’m saying that the girl you’ve been dating is the missing half-blood. Chiron is worried sick because apparently she’s powerful but will attract a lot of monsters. And Ares is still pissed at you for putting an arrow through him during World War I. She could be in danger of him while not under Dionysus’ protection.”
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, man. I haven’t seen her in a few weeks.”
“I haven’t known you to go even two days without seeing the person you’re dating.” I could hear the accusing tone in Hermes’s voice. And Apollo knew he was backed into a corner.
“Yeah well, dating a half-blood is hard. Chiron and Dionysus have her on lockdown. And do you know what Demeter would do to me? You remember how she lost it when Persephone ran off with Hades. How am I going to explain that I’m dating her half-human daughter?”
“Well you better pray Ares doesn’t find out about her or he’ll probably kill her just to piss you off.” Kill me?
“Look I’m going to have father turn her into a goddess soon anyway. She’ll be fine.”
“You’re awfully nonchalant about your little human going missing. Is it because she’s actually here?” Hermes accused.
“No!” Apollo said unconvincingly.
“Y/N!” Hermes called. “I know you’re here. Come on out.” I froze. What do I do? Obey the god or obey the other god?
“She’s not here and even if she was, she’d listen to what I said.” I didn’t move, contemplating whether or not I should hide.
“Fine, then you won’t mind if I check your bedroom.”
Σκατά. I could just hide in one of the many other rooms in the house. Hermes probably wouldn’t take the time to check every room. But once I reached the top of the stairs, the door at the bottom opened revealing a very pissed Hermes and distressed Apollo. Curse godly teleportation.
Hermes turned to Apollo. “Wanna do some explaining?” he asked sarcastically, observing my white dress. I just backed away, giving them space to come up the stairs. “Seriously, man. She could be killed because you married her and brought her here without permission,” Hermes explained as they walked up the stairs.
“But no one else is going to know because you’re not gonna tell them,” Apollo said, getting in between me and Hermes. “Right?”
He sighed. “Hi Y/N, congrats on getting married,” he finally greeted me.
“Thanks,” I answered hesitantly.
“Why is she even here?” he asked Apollo.
“Well, we were supposed to go talk to Zeus but I’m working the courage back up,” he laughed awkwardly. Hermes gave him an unamused look. “What? I’ve been single for millennia and then I’m just going to go up to father like ‘Hey, I finally decided to get married. By the way, it’s to a half-blood can you make her immortal too?’”
“So why is she still here?”
“Well Chiron has almost walked in on us having se- OW!” I cut him off with a pinch to his side. “What?” he asked, turning to me.
I could feel the heat rushing to my face now. “Shut up,” I chided him.
“Hermes of all people gets it!” he insisted, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “You can’t honestly say you’ve never brought a girl to Olympus. Like Penelope? Pan’s mother. Because Odysseus would’ve tried to murder you had he walked in on you two.”
“That’s different!” Hermes insisted.
“How?”
Hermes tried to think of an answer for a few minutes before he gave up. “Fine, whatever. But either get her back to camp or tell Zeus what’s going on before anyone else can get their hands on her.” He left no room for argument because he quite literally disappeared in a flash of light that second. Thankfully Apollo had the foresight to cover my eyes for me because Hermes had turned into a ball of light before I could react.
My husband sighed as he looked down at me. “I guess I should return you, huh? I’m sorry I just can’t face Zeus today.”
I smiled softly at him. Truthfully I was in no rush for immortality. I wasn’t quite ready to leave my life behind either way but when Apollo burst into my bedroom declaring that today was the day, I just went with it. Reaching a hand up to cup his jaw I leaned up to kiss him. “Whatever you want, you’re the one who has to take responsibility,” I reasoned.
“Thank you,” he murmured, capturing my lips. “Do you think you can be missing for just a couple more hours?” he asked, pulling away from me.
“Probably,” I agreed. He was immediately scooping my legs up before dropping me onto the bed.
My new husband spent the entire night drawing orgasms out of me until I finally got him to stop. That was the thing about gods, sometimes they didn’t know when to stop because they didn’t always understand human limitations.
I was still breathing heavily from my last peak when I fell asleep on Apollo’s chest, so exhausted.
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Despite the fact that the sun was down, Apollo could still see his new wife clearly through the moonlight streaming through the glass ceiling. He had laid there for hours, admiring her relaxed features and reveling in the touch of her skin on his. It was nearly five o’ clock and he’d have to get up soon. As nice and sunny as summer was, he hated having to get up so early to get the sun chariot ready.
He gently stroked the hair away from her face, pressing the lightest kiss against her forehead so as not to disturb her. Sitting up, he rearranged the pillows and blankets to cover her before sliding off the bed. He threw on some clothes, leaving a t-shirt for his wife when she woke up before disappearing to the moors of England. Humans thought the sun was always going around the world in a circle but for the west, the sun began in England because that’s where the dividing line fell between the east and the west.
Setting up the sun chariot to do it’s course, Apollo set it off, watching it crest up in the sky like every day. Before he could turn to leave he sensed a new presence behind him. Turning, he found a very smug looking Ares. Trying to play it cool, Apollo smiled. “What are you doing here, brother?”
“I heard about a missing camper,” Ares began. “And then Aphrodite told me about a certain marriage certificate. Filed both on Earth and Mount Olympus.” Apollo cursed internally, that wasn’t supposed to be sent to Olympus for another week. The one time bureaucracy was efficient.
“Ares…” he began, intending to work out some sort of deal but the god of war interrupted him.
“I don’t know where you’re keeping her but until she’s immortal, she’s fair game to kill.”
“You really wanna piss off Demeter like that?” Apollo challenged, hoping her mother could provide her a little protection if he couldn’t.
Ares shrugged. “She has plenty of other children. And it’s not like I’m killing Persephone.” Demeter’s first daughter truly was the apple of her eye. She loved her demigod children but she’d get over their deaths. “Should’ve thought about this before you decided to put an arrow through me in 1918,” Ares sneered.
“That was like a hundred years ago!” Apollo insisted. “Don’t put her in the middle of this. She didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Should’ve thought about the consequences of your actions before you fell in love with a demigod,” the god of war taunted before disappearing in a flash of light.
The sun god let out an enraged grunt before transporting to his house. He practically ripped open the curtains surround the bed to make sure his bride was still there. He let out the biggest sigh of relief seeing her still laying there, unharmed. But now she was stirring due to the sudden light flooding her eyes.
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I groaned as the sun hit my eyes and a body came to lay next to me. “I’m sorry,” Apollo said, crawling into his spot next to me. “I really wish you could go back to sleep but you need to be back at camp now,” he said. I could now hear the urgency in his voice as I opened my eyes.
“Why? What happened?” I asked, sitting up.
“Look, I uh- may not have thought this marriage all the way through,” he said nervously, handing me a shirt.
My heart dropped and pain flooded my body. “What?” I asked. I cursed myself, I knew it was too good to be true. I thought that after seeing each other for five years he was being honest about wanting to marry me. But I guess five years to an immortal god is the equivalent to a week for a human.
Apollo turned, finding my hurt expression. “No!” he immediately tried to clear up. “No it’s the fact that you’re in danger now. I don’t regret you. I’m so happy you’re my wife now and that you will be forever. I just didn’t think about the other gods’ reactions.”
“Oh,” I said quietly, relief washing over me.
“I could never regret you,” he said, coming over to sit beside me. “I love you. So much,” he swore, pressing me into his chest.
“Is this about Ares?” I asked. He suddenly froze. “I overheard you and Hermes downstairs,” I explained.
“Yes, but I swear to you nothing’s gonna happen to you. You just have to stay at camp. Ares won’t harm you if you’re in Dionysus’ territory,” he said urgently. If his grave tone was any indication, I was in serious danger. “I’m gonna talk to Zeus. We’re already married and I consulted the Fates when I met you so he’ll probably approve your immortality,” he rushed out, handing me shorts to throw on.
I was at a complete loss of what to say so I said the only thing I could think of. “Okay, I trust you.”
He smiled, lightly grasping either side of my jaw. “We have to go. I’m gonna transport with you just outside of camp. The other campers won’t be able to see me but you’re gonna say you snuck out to visit your dad because you were… I don’t know… having a hard time being the only adult at camp?” he suggested.
I nodded, grasping his hand. Immediately we were standing on the side of a familiar rural road. I looked up at the hill in front of me, just over it was Camp Half-Blood. Turning, I found nothing next to me but Apollo’s hand still intertwined in mine was proof he was still there.
He untangled his fingers from mine and gave me a gentle push on my back to encourage me to walk. I did so hesitantly, slowly walking up the hill. As I spotted the gates of camp. Stood on either side of the arch, were two campers in full battle armor. I could hear an indistinct yell as I approached. Probably alerting Chiron to my reemerged presence.
When I finally reached the “safety” of camp I could sense that Apollo was gone. He had kept a few paces behind me but disappeared once I got past Thalia’s former tree. Meanwhile, there was a new threat currently facing me as both Chiron and Mr. D stared down at me disapprovingly. They so rarely agreed with each other and Mr. D so rarely even bothered to pay attention to us that I knew I was in deep shit. “Y/N,” Chiron said like he was scolding his 16 year old daughter, “come with me.” He turned, trotting away as I followed after him like this was a walk of shame. Dionysus just disappeared.
Once I finally reached the Big House, I spotted Mr. D and a woman in the room. She radiated warmth and life despite the rage coming off of her. “Mother?” I asked.
“How could you!” she immediately yelled. “You were seeing a god behind everyone’s back? Not just any god, Apollo,” she spat angrily. “And then next I hear you’re married to him?” she asked in disbelief. “Y/N, do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into? I’ve already lost one daughter to a god. I won’t lose another one.”
Had I not been speaking to a goddess I would’ve lashed out at her. It’s not like she was ever really there for me. How can you lose someone you’ve never been there for? “You’re not gonna lose me,” I insisted, biting my tongue. “You haven’t lost Persephone either, she’s only in the Underworld for a few months. I will be on Olympus with you.”
“Locked in Apollo’s morally depraved sex mansion,” she spat, clearly upset. My jaw nearly dropped, I was so shocked she actually said that.
“Demeter, as valid as your worries are,” Dionysus reluctantly said, “there is the more pressing matter of Ares trying to murder your daughter. And he’ll keep trying until Zeus grants her immortality.”
“Are those boys still fighting about the arrow in 1918?” Demeter demanded.
“Wait, Ares wants to kill me because Apollo shot him?” I asked.
“Yes, it was an accident but Ares never forgot. Especially because it allowed the Allied powers to win. At the time, Ares was kind of betting on Germany to be the next big thing but then when the Allies all blamed it on Germany, Ares wasn’t happy.” Chiron clarified. “And he wants to destroy Apollo’s happiness in revenge.”
“I don’t want you seeing him,” my mother suddenly demanded, still hyper-focused on the wrong topic. Even Chiron and Mr. D rolled their eyes at that. “He’s a no good playboy.”
“We’re already married. I’m not gonna just stop seeing him. And I knew what I was getting myself into. I made sure he actually wanted a relationship with me before I got attached.”
“Oh please-”
“He married me, didn’t he?” I interrupted.
“Demeter, if it’s any consolation he does seem to genuinely be in love with her,” Chiron defended me. “Apollo has never married in all the millenniums he’s lived. He has finally settled down.”
She looked reluctant to accept his argument but didn’t say anything else.
“S-so what do I do now that Ares wants to kill me?” I asked. “Apollo said that he wouldn’t touch me under your protection,” I looked at Mr. D.
The god of wine still looked reluctant to participate in all this. “Well technically camp belongs to all the gods and I cannot ensure your safety. Besides, Ares has never minded breaking a few rules of war. I’ll have to bring you to a more secure place whilst Apollo tries to convince Zeus.”
Demeter sighed. “I will go help him too but after you are immortalized we are discussing your living arrangement,” she said with a stern finger. Before I could reluctantly agree she was gone.
“Come,” Chiron said with a hand on my back. “You must pack only your essentials. Then Dionysus will take you to the convent you’ll be staying at.”
“Convent?” I asked, stopping in my tracks.
“Well, I am the god of cults,” Mr. D reasoned from behind me. “I have a few of my followers there but enough real nuns to disguise you. You’ll be safe there.”
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I was only at the convent for two days before I was in danger again.
I had been getting along fairly well with the other nuns. Except for one. Her name was Peggy and she seemed too friendly and was always trying to be alone with me. With this being a place that housed Dionysus’ followers I thought nothing of it until I found myself alone with her.
I had been doing my daily chores of dusting the entire convent when Peggy entered the room I was in. I thought nothing of it until I heard the lock click into place. When I turned I didn’t find the nun, I found a gorgon with a grotesque smile on her face. “Daughter of Demeter, I hadn’t expected to see you here. I heard about your little predicament.” I glanced to the open window across the room. If I could just get outside I could trap the gorgon in nature. “Poor Apollo will be so heartbroken when he realizes his bride is dead before he was even able to give her immortality.”
Grabbing a lamp, I hurled it at the monster while she was still talking. It bounced harmlessly off her, shattering but I was already throwing myself through the window. Jumping through a second story window face first probably wasn’t the best idea but I needed to get her onto the ground. As I hit the ground I felt my wrist crack but I didn’t even have time to consider it because the gorgon was bursting through the window after me. She barely missed jumping on top of me but I rolled out of her path. As she was still regaining her bearings I willed the roots of the earth to wrap around her.
Thousands of roots sprung up from the ground tangling each other and the gorgon until they secured her. Any monster worth their myth could cut through my vines but they would come so fast that the monster couldn’t keep up until they were immobilized by the earth. Once the gorgon stopped moving and had just become an unrecognizable mass of weeds, I willed them to pull her into the ground. I’m sure it was a horrific way to die, having every nutrient in your body sucked out of you from underground until you could only become a pile of ichor that would remain in the earth forever.
As soon as I sensed that her life force was gone, I allowed some vines to wrap around my wrist, using the resources of the earth to heal my broken bones. As I let out a sigh of relief at the pain subsiding, I saw a faint flash of light. Now standing a hundred feet away from me were twin brothers, each standing around six feet tall, in full Greek battle armor. I knew enough about mythology and the context of my situation to know that these were Phobos and Deimos. If they weren’t standing between me and the convent I’d try to run there for safety.
“I’m so glad that gorgon was here,” Phobos said. “If it weren’t for you using your powers we never would have found you.”
Σκατά. Well, I just took down a gorgon, I could imprison these two. I let the earth crawl up their shins but they both just looked at each other with smiles before bursting into flames. Their explosion was so violent it threw me back a few feet.
I let out a groan as pain exploded in my body. Peeling open my eyes, I found the earth underneath their feet scorched and they were laughing. I tried to grow vines around myself to pull me into the earth as protection but a blade was suddenly cutting through them and I was being pulled up by my guimpe. Curse these stupid nun outfits.
“Wait, wait, please,” I begged.
“Too bad for you we don’t get to kill you,” Deimos taunted in my face, still holding me by the guimpe. “Ares is gonna torture you to death and send the footage to your husband.”
I did the only thing I could think of. I spat in his face.
“Ew!” he yelled, dropping me to the ground. I wasted no time tearing off into the woods, barely paying attention to Phobos berating his twin.
I continued on, tearing through the woods to get far enough. Seeing a flash of light, I turned the other way, trying to escape Phobos and Deimos long enough so I could hide. “Y/N!” I heard a familiar yell but I didn’t bother to stop. For all I knew, that was one of the twins playing tricks on me.
As I tried to jump over a branch my skirt got caught, sending me to the ground with a crash. Again, curse these nun outfits. Before I could get up though, there was a weight on me. I immediately began screaming and thrashing, assuming it was either Phobos or Deimos but two hands on my face made me look straight ahead. I calmed down realizing it was Apollo currently sitting on top of me.
“Hey, hey, you’re safe,” he assured me. “It’s just me.” As I started calming down, he pulled the veil off my head. “There we go,” he soothed, pulling me up from the ground. As he was still trying to calm me down, Phobos and Deimos appeared behind him. He whirled around, pushing my body behind his. “Zeus granted her immortality. She is under his protection!”
“What we don’t know can’t be held against us,” Phobos laughed.
But before he could do anything, I found myself in a new place. Olympus, I recognized it. Staring up in awe at all the thrones and the magnificent room made of marble. Eleven gods sat around me, including Ares. A completely golden throne that seemed to shimmer was empty.
I looked around, ensuring my head was bowed to all the gods—especially Ares—I finally reached Zeus, falling to my knee.
“Y/N L/N,” Zeus’ booming voice seemed to echo across the room. “You have been granted immortality by the virtue of your husband, Apollo. With the approval of myself and the fates. I hereby grant you goddess status: Y/N, goddess of healing, daughter of Demeter, and wife of Apollo.”
I don’t know what I was expecting but it was as if an unknown burden I didn’t know I had was lifted.
I stood, unsure what to do but all of a sudden a force was hitting me. As Apollo wrapped his arms around me I knew he had been what knocked into me. “My wife’s a goddess!” he yelled, still hugging me, much to the amusement of the other Olympians.
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A/N I'm gonna be so fucking fr I had no plot going into this I just wanted to write about Apollo so if anyone has any suggestions or requests of a part 2 that ends this better I'm happy to write them
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hypnos333 · 3 months
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The Sun kiss
Apollo x Goddess Reader
Synopsis: You and Apollo are different in a lot of ways, moon and sun never went together until it did.
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You tended the moon with your very being, most times you don’t have too because you have moon Nymphs for that but most times you like to do it yourself.
They were not meant to be romantic, they were just meant to be. All Apollos teasing and flirting really did flatter you. He was the god of the Sun and such and You were the goddess of the Moon and epitome of enigma. Your appearance match it too. Your moon like freckles with his sun-kissed looks goes perfectly well together and Apollo imagined this all the time.
You both made the sun and moon meet every once every while to see each other again.
You always admire him at dawn just to see him pull the sun up. And you always find it hot every time he does pull the sun up.
Every time he kisses you, your freckles glow brighter and then turn to a bright sun color instead of its original white. His kisses make you feel a certain way, a brighter feeling.
You always remember an argument that occurred, you forgot the reason but something Apollo said sticked out to you.
“Don’t you get it? You and me… We’re the same baby” Apollo argued making you gaped at him in disbelief
“No. Do you know what the difference is between us? I am full on darkness and silence and you are filled with light and happiness” You snap back crossing your arms.
“Oh my muse, I wish you can see what I see” He said in a gentle tone making you confused. Before shaking your head and turning to go handle the moon before midnight.
We’re the same… The sun kiss makes you different in a lot of ways, It makes you glow, your freckles more. So you went to test that theory, You pulled him into a kiss longer than usual making your freckles now half white half orange sunrise color.
“What the fuck” You said before looking at your form, you were confused. You felt different than before and Apollo knew why.
“Baby you are now in control of the sunset and sunrise with my help of course” He said making you look at him in curiosity.
“So I can touch the sun now?” You asked making him nod in excitement. “Of course my Muse” He answered excitedly.
“You can continue leading the moon though, I would never take your deity away but now you have another one to own with yours truly” Apollo explained Confidently. Making you pull him in another kiss.
“Thank you” You mumbled making his smile in a love sick way.
Anything for you, My Muse” He said back going in for another kiss
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 months
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I think awhile back you did glamrocks x child reader (platonic) saying their first words but I saw you didn't do the same with Sun and Moon,sooo could you possibly do sun and moon aswell pls?
-Greek myth anon 📜
Aw you remember those? They're ancient haha.
Here were those hcs for anyone who wants to read them
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Sun
"Sun! Bye-bye!"
At first, he didn't think much of it when you spoke, waving goodbye and going back to the tables after handing you over to your parent(s).
Yet they went up to him, and at first he thought they had a serious complaint.
Or maybe he accidentally gave them the wrong child.
But after revealing that you just said your first words, including his name, it clicks in his mind and he's SUPER overjoyed, bouncing on his heels and grinning.
"Oh my gosh I am SO proud of you, starshine!!" He coos, shaking your tiny little hands. "Keep up the great work!!"
If you ever come back to the Pizzaplex when you're older, he's never gonna let you forget that.
Moon
"M...Moon!"
"Yes, little firefly. I'm.....what's that look for?"
Moon stares at your bewildered guardian, who has to explain that they've been trying to get you to say your first words for weeks now, without much success.
You refused to say "Freddy" no matter how many times they've taken you to see him for photo-ops and events. Not even the bear himself could encourage you.
Yet within five seconds of meeting Moon for the first time...you said his name and were eager to go with him.
He's kinda shocked that you weren't immediately scared of him like all the other toddlers.
But he's happy (and definitely smug about it, bragging to Sun 100%).
"The children may like you more...but have any of them ever said their first word was "Sun"? I don't think so~"
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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 6 months
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percy x gn!reader taking a hit for him and almost dying while fighting a villian? if this makes you uncomfy no need to do it!
Percy Jackson x Gn!reader taking a hit, while fighting and getting critically injured/near death experience
It happened before he saw it. He only heard you grunt as you made your blow on the 6-foot monster. Its talions scraping the earth as it lashed around trying to snag the duo--But given !reader´s size they had the upperhand by being able to duck between the monsters legs and tail--far away from its humongous claws. This was until it had managed to scrape its long claws in !readers direction, wounding their leg so their knees buckled unexpectedly. They staggered as they tried to maintain their alance, as they whipped their head around they were met with a giant hand that grabbed them and squeezed really hard around their torso. Percy lept forward and slashed its fingers off, setting the !reader free. But it hurts somewhere deep in their hest and everytime they took a breath it made a very weird scratchy-rattling noise.
Then they saw it, Percy trying to distract it by slashing it repeatedly, like what he had once done with the practicing-dummy, and he ran in circles to make it lose its breath--but when Percy jumped and rolled out of its way, the monsters tail hit Percy hard enough for him to slam into the nearest wall in the cave. that wall being a 10 meters away. By some miracle, there was a river nearby, in which Percy would heal himself with--but they couldnt help your instincts screaming to save him. The !reader dashed across the hard stoned floor and managed to get a bad, long claw mark puncturing the flesh and bones that were there while trying to protect Percy. They looked down and saw that the claws had been able to not only scrape the flesh, but also gone straight through t heir body. Their torso immedietly ingulfed in hot red. It burned. They were downed, but only for a moment, before Percy unleashed a godlike tsunami that knocked the monster back until it fell on its butt from the wave. The next moments are a bit of a blur since !reader were laying far away from the fight. But here we are.
Headcanons: (you didnt specify if it was friend or as lovers, so were doing a bit of both + neutral ones)
Percy abandoned riptide on the ground as he ran back towards !reader, his anger faded into true worry.
"Cmon, cmon!" he muttered, as he dug through a bag of medical supplies. but it was only filled with ambrosia and nectar, which wasnt that useful with holes in peoples bodies and usually only used for wounds. Either way,
Percy gave it to !reader to keep them atleast sane from the pain.
The reader would definetly be thrashing in pain and full on screaming.
Percy would be sweating more than any normal, greasy teenager on earth in that moment-his hands shaking with shock.
He would get flashbacks to when he had nightmares of Sally getting beat up, even though he never saw that happen. "Our little secret"-Gabe would tell Percy but who knew?, maybe Sally went through physical abuse too?
He pulled himself together, shaking his head, his hair tousled in the way !reader liked, only this wasnt the appropriate scenario to think about how his appearance was better-than-most-boys.
Percy lifted !readers body and ran out of the cave, stumbled only a tiny bit because his body cant keep up with his mind.
He would be thinking about the way back, following familiar landscaped.
The background would just smush together-so the !reader wouldnt really know if Percy was getting close to somewhere with proper supplies.
Percy glanced down with a panicked expression and a frown while the !reader gurgled (trying to talk but its futile).
At some point !reader would choke on their own blood and Percy would stop almost slipping on the grass, lifting your torso a bit higher and forward. !reader grabbed hard onto Percys bicep, to get some control of themselves.
With only woods in the area and Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-blood being miles away (this was a quest after all),
his best bet would be to try to locate the sea. He would close his eyes, imagining the soft waves crashing-
but it only looked like a typhoon to him because of stress and hidden anger-he would hear it and sense it somewhere further away.
He quickly started running, his breath heavy-barely breathing, and his body sluggish almost dropping you out of exhaustion on his part but pure determination keeping your body lifted.
He dug his fingers in the !readers legs and he ran as fast as his heart could beat.
Imagine if he tripped on a root, barely even able to stutter an apology because hes so out of breath and having the urge to cry out of frustration.
If they died, he would never forgive himself.
Miracles happen, even to the unfortunate, he sees the sea closing in.
He uses his powers to draw a giant tide to engulf !reader in it, putting as much water pressure in their wound on both sides on the body to keep the blood inside.
He would just jump into the tide, wrapping himself and them into a water bubble.
Percy might have been on the swimming team and he might have jumped from 50meters in the sky and into water from Blackjacks back--
but this was the fastest and craziest thing he had ever done. Fishes in the area would splutter away from the intensity.
No creature had even time to see what they were seeing, t
it looked like a water bubble moving faster than the speed of light-Percy swam so fast they werent sure if they had truly sense the Prince of Poseidon here.
But even so, rumours spread quickly, "The son of Poseidon carving out a path in the ocean, [...]..creating a mess..."
He got himself to the palace of his father, dempanded attention immedietly. His wife, being home at all times, wathced from the altar the morificating sight of a pale, and weak body hanging on for dear life-she could sense death was closing in. But she wasnt going to let someone Percy truly cared about die while she was there.
She swam lightning fast to collect what she needed and got straight to work.
No words were spoken, nothing had to be said, Percys green eyes glowed as he watched from the ocean ground, !reader getting treatment while he stood powerless. Yet again, he had been made of pawn for the gods.
Percy would sit his ass down so fast on that damn throne and scream Poseidons name, thats right, not father. Just Poseidon.
His screamed carried out for miles in the ocean. Not even the God himself could ignore such a strong cry.
"What is it tha--" Poseidon couldnt finish his sentence when he saw a rage so deep on his sons face he almost didnt want to know why or who managed to set him off so badly.
"Fix it." Anger rushed in Percys vains, he could only take countless deep breaths, keeping his fists close to his sides and biting back a sneer. Poseidon looked taken aback, fix what?
The Seagod then glanced to the right and saw an unknown stranger in his temple, laying on the ground as countless creatures tried to help, fish, stingrays, shark, even mythical being helped with the treatment and tried to reassure Amphitrite that she was only doing her best.
"My son-" Poseidon couldnt make miracles, he cant just hand them out. Percy knew that, but he still cut him off because he didnt want to hear the same old words.
"Gods do not meddle in mortal affairs. That is why we are Gods". Percy couldnt help but have bitter thoughts to that.
"At least, make the hole disappear". Percy threw out his hand sin frustration, water starting to bubble around him as the temperature increased and his eyes glowed green in the ambient temple that was only lit by a couple of lanters/torches nearby.
"I understand youre angry but--" Poseidon would argue against him, even his son. Percy threaten to ask for help on his knees in front of another Gods and put shame on the family´s name, telling others that "not even Poseidon himself could do anything".
In the end, Poseidon had no choice. With a flick on the Gods hand and a wave with his tridant, !reader would escape from death this time.
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While the reader was passed out, because fo the amount of Godly help they got, their body was completely exhausted and fatigued of the amount of power that suddenly washed over them.
Percy floated back and forth rapidly, pulling his jet black hair apart.
The room seemed to grow hot and cold as if it didnt know which temperature it really was supposed to take.
The air buzzed with energy and grew somewhat tense, the sound of water was loud, vibrating - instead of a distant hum.
On land, boats would suffer tide after tsunami, making an appearance on the local news. "Giant wave warning! Dont go near the beach!". Some newsreporters were even saying that some evacuation mihgt be neaded, because the beach was suffering a flood.
The colour of the ocean had somewhat changed, at least where Percy was. The colour that was once bright and a pretty blue, were now a disgusting murky colour that looked like it had been filthy with trash.
As time passed Percy would suffer mental breakdowns and feel nauseous from replaying what had happened.
His stepmother would leave Percy alone, figuring that she didnt want to face his wrath.
After about two hours, when they had awoken, they could see a blurred image of a person sitting down on their bed. Percys was leaning his head in his lap and kept putting pressure against his head from a mighty headache he had given himself. His eyes shut and the buzzing in his ears muffling any sound of movement from !reader.
"Mh.!" One sound was all it took for Percy to make him pause and pull himself out of his chaotic headspace, before a look of relief washed over him.
It was almost cute how easily he gets happy when !reader is okay. Imagine a character from a TV-series seeing their loved one again is alive, its beautiful.
Percys eyes had a shimmer to them now, glossy from relieved happiness. He pulled them into a tight hug before he harshly pulled himself away, scared he might hurt you.
But them remember that that wasnt possible since they had fully healed.
"Ah.." Percy sighed in disbelief as he laid his eyes upon them. They were okay. A lonely tear ran down his cheek and they ushered him forward with outstretched arms.
A hug can say so much. It speaks on so many volumes. youre here. youre alive. thank god. oh my god i cant believe this. stop, this cant be real. oh my god. please dont leave me again.
He had a hard time talking after that. He kept hiccuping as he sobbed harder by the second. His body shook and seemed to incredibly frail, !reader could only wrap reassuring arms around him.
In the end, Percy would lay comfortably on the bed, next to them. And fall asleep from the events that had happened that very day.
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It was mentally exhausting how much he loved them. Not just to a normal degree, but to every single level. Percy just loves the people he holds close to much, he gets overwehlmed.
When he only had Grover in school, he could only rely on him. Annabeth and Tyson came and he finally had the power to protect. This time however, it had failed him. He couldnt protect them.
After this, Percy would train himself broken and damaged until he was sure that he could throw himself in front of them if it ever were to happen. Or that he could, perhaps manage to get on his feet faster or duck quicker and become more agile.
He would ask Chiron to train him or give him personal constructive criticism, but Chiron tells him hes already great-and cannot give anything.
Percy would pull so many muscles, slashing his sword with a brooding look on his face. He imagined it. over and over and over again. That monster that he couldnt defeat.
Because the fact that he couldnt protect them meant that he couldnt protect anyone. A failure to protect the people around him, is a failed quest.
He took it as a personal insult to his skill and who he is as a person.
He would ask Annabeth for battle strategies, insput on anything he can take in.
Spend time observing the !reader became a habit. Almost in a controlling or anxious way. He started doing in a subconscious way too. During dinner, his eyes would glaze upon the open area of tables, searching for them and making sure theyre safe.
After this incident, his eyes kept searching for danger. Anythign that could potentially ruin his peace.
If !reader was a lover, he would sneak into their bedroom to sleep in their bed. He had never done that before prior to the relationship but his anxiety would let him rest, he needed to be there.
He could also be more into PDA, slinging an arm around his friend / s/o´s shoulders as a way to ground himself.
He would feel the safest at sea and in his own cabin room, where he could truly have control.
At night, with Blackjack he would make sure the camp was safe and that the sea would be calm because any loud tides or tsunamis would distract him if there were potential threats.
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rookie98writes · 8 months
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Is That Understood?
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Part of the ANBU Series Prev → Next
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Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI
Warnings: smut, dubcon, power imbalance, power abuse, degradation, rough sex, rough oral sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie, praise kink, cum eating, multiple orgasms, POV reader
Word Count: 4.1k
Summary: After your first mission with Team Ro, you think you did well. Your captain has another opinion.
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Even by ANBU standards, this mission was a lot.
Your team had already been out here more than twice the expected two-week timeframe, trapped in a game of cat-and-mouse with your target and his protection detail. A few wrong turns and misunderstood tracks had set the team back over a day. The elements themselves seemed to be against you; the harsh winds and stinging rain of the miserable region ruining a good portion of the team’s supplies and morale.
When you finally caught up to your target, the enemy outnumbered you nearly three to one. But like so many before them, they made the mistake of underestimating your captain.
Kakashi Hatake had been a member of the ANBU for nearly a decade—a feat that was practically unheard of. You heard that he’d joined at a young age at the request of the Fourth Hokage, and had been named Captain in practically no time. It was easy to see why. Kakashi was an excellent captain and expert strategist, and he had a reputation far and wide for his ruthlessness toward his enemies. Just a few hours ago, when your team found the target, the enemy had recognized your captain and referred to him as Cold-blooded Kakashi.
You considered that moniker as you smoothed out your bedroll for another night on the rough forest floor, wondering how accurate it really was. It was true that Kakashi wasn't a big talker, but that was the case with most of the shinobi in the ANBU. Still, he was a strange combination of protective and standoffish, known to take on the burden of a fight and insist his subordinates keep their distance. Whether it was for your own safety or just so you would stay out of his way, you supposed you should be grateful regardless.
Honestly, it was thanks to Kakashi’s quick thinking that the whole team emerged from this fight not only victorious but with minor injuries. You had just enough medical supplies to treat the wounds of your two teammates while your captain scoured the perimeter of the crude camp where you would spend the last night outside the village. It would be a long trek back tomorrow, but within less than 24 hours, you would be home for the first time in over a month. 
You were just lying down when Kakashi returned. “Status?”
“They’ll still need to be checked out at the hospital when we get home,” you answered, “but they’ll be fine for the rest of the trip.”
“Good. I'll have them take first watch. You rest and recover your chakra. I'll wake you when it’s your shift.”
“Yes Captain.”
He disappeared as quickly as he'd shown up. As you laid down, you felt a sense of unease rise in your stomach at your captain’s tone. You were hoping he would offer you some kind of encouragement or praise after the long mission and your ability to heal your teammates with only the tools at hand. But maybe he was still angry with you for the vulnerable position you'd been in earlier.
In a foolish attempt to prove yourself, you’d rushed in despite Kakashi’s warning to stay back. An enemy's katana had nearly cut right through your neck, and you’d have been toast if not for Kakashi blocking the weapon and suffering a deep wound on the shoulder. A wound he hadn't even let you examine, never mind heal. His hard stare when you thanked him for saving you kept you from saying much more.
You had been so excited to serve on team Ro, hoping that working with Kakashi would earn you more recognition within the ANBU. At this point, it seemed more likely that you’d be demoted.
Oh well, you sighed and closed your eyes, feeling your waning adrenaline rush finally give way to exhaustion. We still have the journey home tomorrow. I'll make sure I make a good impression.
“Y/N.”
Your eyes shot open, heart racing as you tried to prepare for danger. When your vision adjusted to the minimal light, you saw Kakashi crouched beside you; his porcelain mask discarded, his arms crossed and his face stern.
“Right, my shift…” you muttered, lifting yourself up on one elbow.
Kakashi stopped you with his hand on your shoulder, his grip as strong as iron. “No. Not yet.”
“Then what—”
“There’s something I need you to do.”
Your palms started to sweat under his sharp gaze. He clearly expected you to understand, but you were lost. If it wasn't time for you to go on guard, what did he want?
The blood on his shoulder caught your eye, flooding you with both relief and embarrassment. You should have taken care of his injury before going to sleep, regardless of your low chakra, and regardless of his insistence that you left it alone. It was your job as the team’s medic to heal your teammates, and leaving your captain with a gash like that was unforgivable.
Channeling your healing chakra to gather in your hands, you started to sit upright, thinking he wanted you to get right to work. But to your mounting confusion, he only held you back with more force.
“No, Y/N,” he barked, his eyebrow angled sharply over his dark eye. “Did I tell you to do that?”
“Uh, no, but—”
“You do know that I wouldn't even have that wound if you were better at following directions, right?” he chastised you. “Your insubordination is a detriment to the entire team. Next time it could be fatal.”
Much as you’d been expecting a lecture, your face reddened with embarrassment at his admonition. Silence was easier to handle than this.
“I can't let your behavior continue,” he announced. “We’re going to work on your obedience.”
“Obedience?” you echoed.
“In the field, a squad captain has absolute authority, and squad members are expected to follow without question. Is that understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Show me.” Abruptly, he put his hands on his thighs and pushed himself to stand at his full height, looming over you. “Sit up on your knees.”
“Wh…what?”
“Don't you know an order when you hear one?” he snapped. “On. Your. Knees.”
You quickly got into position, keeping your eyes on his face to be ready for his next instruction. But this position was beyond distracting. You’d been harboring a crush on the genius captain for a while, and this suggestive placement was making your heart race.
Get a grip, you shouted in your mind, fighting the urge to rub your thighs together. But your mind went blank as his hands went to the fastening of his pants.
His gloved hands moved quickly; one hand flicking open the button as the other reached inside. You felt your brain stutter as he pulled out his cock; pale and thick with veins running from the blunt tip down to the base. The tip was shiny with a small drop of precum beading at the slit. You knew your eyes were as wide as saucers, but you couldn't look away, watching as his hand wrapped around the length and he started stroking himself.
“Now open your mouth. And stick out your tongue.”
You were so mesmerized, you barely registered his low voice. “H-huh?”
“How stupid can you be?” he snarled. “You're supposed to be showing me that you can follow directions. Don't tell me this is the best you can do?”
His harsh tone finally got through to you. You looked up at his face, your clit throbbing at how closely his onyx eye watched you. With that image, the order wasn't even necessary. Your jaw dropped open of its own accord, mouth watering as your tongue pushed out beyond your lower lip.
If it weren't for that mask on the lower half of his face, you were sure you’d be staring at a wide grin.
“That’s better.”
Kakashi took a small step forward, bringing his body close enough that he could rest his cockhead on your pink tongue. He let out a quiet, gravelly moan and pumped himself faster, rubbing the smooth skin of his tip over your tongue.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, the expletive making your core clench around nothing. The taste of his salty skin and precum caused you to drool. You stuck out your tongue a little more and bobbed your head forward, ready to wrap your lips around his shaft, but he buried his free hand in your hair and held you back by your roots.
“Don't act without instruction from your commander,” he barked, twisting your hair around his fingers to maneuver you and force eye contact. “Greedy slut, you want my cock that badly?”
You nodded as best you could, the tip of your tongue gliding back and forth over the ridge of his cockhead.
“I want you to show me that you can be a good girl and follow directions,” he said. “Then I’ll let you suck it.”
Kakashi loosened his grip on your hair and released himself, letting the stiff appendage bob freely in front of your face. “First, kiss the tip.”
It took every ounce of your willpower to resist taking as much of him in your mouth as you could handle. But as badly as you wanted him, you wanted his approval more.
You puckered your lips and kissed him, letting your lips roll over his skin to engulf half of his head. You held still for a few seconds before releasing him with an audible smooch, then looked up at him with wide eyes for your next instruction.
“Again.”
He had you repeat the kiss twice before changing gears, directing you to kiss down the underside of his cock, then lick him from balls from tip.
“Fuck, that tongue,” he groaned, letting his eye roll and his head fall back. “Hmmm, I think I finally found what you’re good for.”
You blushed, embarrassed by how wet his comments were making you. Lust clouded your brain and everything else melted away. He sounded so beautiful, you wanted to listen to him and look at him forever. You didn’t even notice how distracted you’d gotten from your task until Kakashi spoke.
“Don't stop,” he ordered, his hand on the back of your skull pulling your face into his crotch. “Not now, when you’re finally doing something right.”
You went back to work with twice the enthusiasm, worshiping Kakashi’s dick with your lips and tongue—kissing, tasting, and licking every inch and working him up until he was twitching against your cheek at the lightest kitten lick. Suddenly, he held you back with a quiet whimper, his body rigid. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes screwed shut and his jaw set tight. His cock was red and shiny, precum leaking from the engorged head.
He peeled his eye open and pinched the base of his dick, abruptly slapping it down on your right cheek. When he pulled away, a thick glob of precum stuck to your skin and trailed back to his cock.
“Dirty whore,” he exhaled. “You’re just desperate for me, aren't you?”
Kakashi pressed his thumb into the puddle on your face, smearing his fluids down across your skin until his thumb rested on your lower lip. “Eat it.”
You eagerly took his thumb into your mouth and sucked, your cheeks hollowing as you ran your tongue all over his rough skin.
“You’re such a filthy cumslut. I bet you want me to cum right in your mouth.”
“Mhmm,” you hummed around him, nodding and blinking up at him.
With another curse uttered under his breath, Kakashi tugged you back and moved his free hand to grip his cock. He tilted your head to look up at him, then slapped his dick back into your face.
“If you suck it well enough, maybe I will.”
Your body shivered, so eager for him that you couldn't even think straight. Your lust had you paralyzed. It was almost like you needed to take the time to really memorize this moment; unable to process that your most shameful fantasies were actually coming true.
“Aww, are you waiting for an order?” he condescendingly asked, tilting his head to the side. “Looks like you can be taught after all.”
He dragged your head back, putting just enough room between you for his cock to point at you like a predator, locked on its prey. “Alright,” he sneered. “Suck my cock, you little whore.”
Finally.
You opened your mouth wide and guided him in with your tongue. Kakashi hissed and used his grip on your hair to pull you in closer, forcing more and more of his length into your mouth. You whined around him as his tip already prodded at the back of your throat, teasing your gag reflex while you still had inches to go.
“Fucking shit—” he hissed, pinching his eye closed. “That feels so fucking good.”
His other hand joined the first in your hair, giving him complete control as he started thrusting against your mouth. You swallowed around him, tightening the muscles of your throat as he tugged you back and forth like a doll. Saliva bubbled in the corners of your mouth, drooling down your chin.
“Messy little cocksleeve.”
Kakashi grabbed your face with both hands, manipulating you back and forth as he roughly fucked your mouth. Curses flew from his covered mouth, muffled by his mask but still reaching your ears. He slowed his pace and looked down at you, still with that patronizing gleam in his eye.
“Show me your tits.”
You pulled the hem of your shirt up, bundling it and your lightweight bra under your chin. Without the support of your clothes, your breasts swung freely, enthralling your typically-aloof captain.
“Look at you. You’re such a slut for me.”
He moved one of his hands from your head down to your breast, bending his back to reach lower and experimentally pinch your hardened nipple. The movement forced his cock further down your throat, making you choke. But it felt so good, you couldn’t help but arch your back to give him easier access, earning you a haughty chuckle. His callused fingers toyed with your nipple until you were nearly shaking. Then he moved to the other, sharply smacking your breast before pinching your nipple tightly.
You wanted him to touch every part of you; to use those fingers over every inch of your skin. As your tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, you couldn't help but rock your hips in search of just a little relief, praying you would find out what those fingers would feel like inside of you.
Kakashi stopped playing with your breasts, opting instead to regain his complete control over your head. With both hands molded to the back of your skull, he pulled you further forward, not even letting you take a breath to prepare. 
“Come on, Y/N. Take the whole thing.”
Tears stung the corners of your eyes as he forced you just that last centimeter closer, suffocating you with his cock down your throat and your nose in his hair.
“Stay right there,” he exhaled, sounding like the personified version of lust. “Learn your place.”
Looking directly into his eye, you hummed your assent—a muffled song to the tune of Yes, Captain. You could see his chest rise and fall as he steadied his breathing. His eye roamed all over you, taking in the lewd scene with a smirk.
“Do you like being my fuck toy?”
Another hum. Yes, Captain.
“You like serving me? Warming my cock in your throat?”
Yes, Captain.
“Wanna give me that slutty cunt?”
YES, CA—
He abruptly pulled himself out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for breath; choking on your built-up saliva and his gooey precum. The tears were fresh in your eyes as you did your best to recover, only thinking of how to be ready for his next instruction.
With a nod his head, he gestured to your bedroll. “Take off your pants and get on all fours.”
Your fingers were clumsy as they worked at your clothes, wanting to follow his order as quickly and efficiently as possible. His pants dropped to the ground and he kicked them off, impatience nearly visible under his skin. As you positioned yourself on the bedroll, you regretted that you wouldn’t be able to look at him anymore. But when he knelt behind you—the heat of him pressed against your inner thigh—regret was the last thing on your mind.
With one of his hands gripping your thigh to hold you still, Kakashi ran the index finger of his other hand along your dripping folds.
“Pretty…”
The compliment was barely a whisper, probably not meant for your ears at all. But that one single word made you preen like a schoolgirl. You arched your back to present for him further, and you were sure you heard him chuckle.
“Get ready,” he exhaled, removing his finger and replacing it with the head of his cock. “Gonna fuck you like the whore you are.”
Kakashi snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you and stretching you wider and fuller with that one thrust than you’d ever felt before.
“AHH—”
His free hand flew up to cover your mouth, cutting off the sound. You whimpered as his body weight pushed down on you, his mouth right by your ear. “Quiet, Y/N,” he whispered, “or the others will hear you.”
You nodded, biting your tongue as Kakashi pulled his hips back just to pound into you again. He kept his hand over your mouth and you could smell your wetness that was still sticky on his fingers. 
“Or maybe you want that,” Kakashi challenged you in a hushed tone, beginning to fuck you in earnest. “You want them to know your captain is balls deep in your wet little cunt?”
The idea made you shiver as you pictured what you must look like right now; messy hair, tear-stained cheeks, mouth covered by Kakashi’s gloved hand. Eyes rolling back in your head, lids fluttering with every one of his deep thrusts.
“No, no you'll be quiet for me,” he smirked. “You understand how important it is to follow your captain’s orders now, don't you?”
Your fingers dug into the ground below you, threatening to tear through the material of your bedroll. Horrifically lewd sounds continued to try and work their way past his hand. You weren’t trying to test him, but you couldn’t fight it; not when his formidable dick was dragging so perfectly along all your most sensitive spots.
You tried your best to be silent, but you hardly saw the point between the sounds of your pussy squelching with his thrusts, his hips smacking into your ass, his breathing short and broken in your ear. 
“Mmmm you’ll do whatever your captain tells you, won't you? So eager to please me; it’s pathetic.”
You threw your hips back into him, meeting his thrusts with messy, slippery contact. Your hot arousal was coating your inner thighs, your body prepared with a seemingly endless supply to allow your captain to fuck you for as long as he wanted.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he panted, his hips stuttering. “That's right, you're doing so well now, taking my whole cock every single time. That's my good girl. I knew you could follow orders.”
Those praises uttered in his low, thunderous voice had you trembling. You couldn’t believe how quickly he’d gotten you so close to finishing, but the pressure below your navel was so high that you were whimpering into his hand.
“If you cum on my cock, you’re mine,” he grunted. “Only mine. Is that understood?”
“Nmhmm!” You shook your head as your walls fluttered around him, suddenly clutching down and holding him in place as your body convulsed. If not for his hand over your mouth, you were sure you would have screamed out his name paired with every curse you knew, and maybe a few new ones because there simply weren’t enough to carry you through this incredible pleasure.
“Fuck!” Kakashi whined. “Fuck that feels so good.” He released your mouth just as you were coming down from your orgasm, only to reach between your legs and fiercely rub your clit. “Do it again,” he growled. “Cum again. Right now.”
Your body complied automatically. Euphoria again sparked through your body and a guttural sob tore its way out of your mouth. You hadn’t completely recovered, yet here you were: inner muscles squeezing down on his cock which continued to bully past your defenses, despite your sensitivity.
“Ohhh you’re gonna help your captain cum now, aren't you Y/N?” His fingers gripped your hips and yanked you back and forth desperately, “G-good—fuuucking girl.”
Kakashi slammed your ass into his hips, the tip of his cock bruising your insides in a frenzy before flooding you with hot, sticky cum. He kept your ass flush against him, his cock reaching further into your body than you thought possible. You tightened around him as he dumped every bit of his pent-up seed in your submissive cunt, unwilling to lose even a drop.
You felt him twitch with his last efforts to empty himself. A mixture of sweat and cum covered the backs of your legs, sticking the two of you together. You heard his heavy breathing in your ear, the weight of his chest on your back nearly causing you to crumble.
In one motion, he leaned away and pulled out of you, leaving you a shaking, trembling mess. You couldn’t even catch yourself when your arm gave out and sent you dropping to the ground, legs sprawled out flat behind you.
You heard Kakashi moving around behind you: the swishing of his clothes as he got dressed and the sound of his footsteps.
“So, um…clean yourself up,” he stammered. “Then, uh, take the northern perimeter. For the…for patrol.”
You were sure he had left long before you had the strength to smile and sigh, “Yes…Captain.”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…
You hurried down the hall to the Hokage’s office, heart pounding with every step. When your fellow ANBU shinobi gave you the message that Lord Third was summoning you right away, you felt your stomach drop. Did one of your teammates know what happened in the woods? Kakashi hadn't said a word to you the entire trip back. How much trouble were you in?
What’s the punishment for getting fucked by your captain, anyways?
Another ANBU met you at the door and announced your arrival to the Sandaime, who called for you to enter. You forced your legs not to shake as you stepped into the office.
Lord Hiruzen sat behind his desk, with Kakashi standing beside him. Kakashi wore his porcelain mask over his face, and he stood as still as a statue while the Hokage spoke.
“I’ve reviewed the team’s report on your last mission,” he began. “It turned out to be quite the challenge, wouldn’t you say?”
Which part, the assassination, or the fucking?
“Our team faced a number of challenges,” you agreed, “but we were able to eliminate the target and complete the mission.”
“Yes, a job well done.” The Hokage nodded with a smile. “According to your captain's evaluation, I would like to formally assign you to team Ro, permanently.”
Against your better judgment, you looked at Kakashi. He remained stoic as ever, and you would have given anything to see his face.
“Really?”
“According to this report, you did a wonderful job tending to your team,” Lord Third continued. “Team Ro has been short a member for a while now, and I think you will be the perfect fit.”
“T-thank you, Lord Hokage.”
“Now, both of you go home and get some well-deserved rest. I’m sure I’ll have another assignment for the team soon enough.”
“Yes sir.”
Sufficiently dismissed, you turned and walked out of the office, Kakashi’s nearly silent footsteps behind you.
“Congratulations,” Kakashi stoically offered as you neared the end of the hall.
You waited until you were sure you were out of earshot before you stopped dead in your tracks, turning and blocking Kakashi’s path with your body. You reached out and lifted the hound mask from his face, then leaned closer, enjoying the surprise behind his eye and the flush of his cheeks.
“All thanks to you, Captain.”
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ampitrit3 · 13 days
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Ultimate Greek Mythology guide
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TITANS - precursors of the Gods
Children of Uranus (The Sky) and Gaia (The Earth)
Oceanus
Titan of Sea & Water
God of the River
Husband of Thetis
Hyperion
Titan of Light, Wisdom, & Vigilance
God of Heavenly Light/ Sunlight personified
Father of Helios, Selene, and Eos
Husband of Thea
Conus/Kronos - Saturn
Castrated his father, Uranus
Titan, Ruler of the universe
God of destructive time
The youngest child of Uranus and Gaia
Father to Hestia, Hades, Demeter, Poseidon, Hera, and Zeus
Husband of Rhea
Rhea
Titan Goddess of Healing and Childbirth
Tricked Cronus into swallowing a rock, saving her son Zeus 
Wife of Cronus
Themis
The personification of Justice, Divine Order, Law, and Custom
Fondly known as Lady Justice
Mother of the Fates and the Seasons
Associated with oracles and prophecies
Iapetus/Japetus
Father of Atlas, Prometheus Epimetheus, and Menoetius
Not much else is said about him
Coeus
Titan of the North, Resolve, and Intelligence
Also known as the Polus/ personification of the celestial axis
No active part in Greek Mythology
Mnemosyne
Titan Goddess of Memory
Mother to the Nine Muses
Tethys/Thetis
Wife of Oceanus
Mother to many powerful deities
Atlas
Titan of Astronomy and Heavenly Constellations
Condemned to Hold up the sky for eternity (so Uranus and Gaia couldn’t meet again)
Punishment bestowed by Zeus
Epimetheus
The Stupid Titan
Known as Afterthought or Hindsight
Helped in the creation of mankind
Brother of Prometheus
Eos
Titan Goddess of the Dawn
Mother of the Wandering Stars
Leto
Titan Goddess of Motherhood
Mother to Apollo and Artemis
Daughter of Coeus and Pheobe
Menoetius
Name means “Doomed Might”
Father of Patroclus
Asteria
Name suggests Titan Goddes of Nocturnal Prophecy, Night, and Stars
Mother of Hecate
Eurybia
Titan Goddess of the Mastery of the Seas
Lelantos
Titan of Air
Minor mythological figure
Pheobe
Titan Goddess of Prophecy
Mother of Leto
Wife of Coeus
Theia
Titan Goddess of Sight and Vision
Mother of the Sun(Helios), Moon(Selene), and Dawn(Eos)
Selene/Mene - the Moon
Titan Goddess and Personification of the Moon
Drives her Moon Chariot across the Heavens
Helios/Helius - the Sun
Titan and Personification of the Sun
Drives his Horse-drawn Chariot through the sky
Prometheus
Titan of Fire
Known as Forethought” - Able to Foretell the future
Helped in the creation of mankind
Stole fire from the Gods of Olympus and gave it to humanity to form technology, knowledge, and civilization
Brother of Epimetheus
GODS
The 12 Olympians
Zeus - Jupiter
God of the Thunder, Skies, and King of the Gods
Son of Cronus and Rhea
Notorious for Throwing lightning bolts when angry
All roads lead to Zeus
“Husband” of Hera (among many others)
Poseidon - Neptune
God of Seas, Storms, Earthquakes and Horses (???)
Son of Cronus and Rhea
Carries a Trident as a symbol of power
Posedions temper controls the seas
Protector of seafarers and guardian of cities and colonies
Husband of Amphitrite
Hera
Goddess of Women, Marriage, and Queen of the Gods
Vengeful and Jealous (take it out on humans and other goddesses)
Only bares children to Zeus
Daughter of Cronus and Rhea
Wife of Zeus
Demeter
Goddess of the Harvest and Agriculture
Controlled Seasons and Growth of crops
Mother of Persephone
Daughter of Cronus and Rhea
The Barrenness of winter is caused by Demeter’s sadness about Persephone being with Hades.
Aphrodite - Venus
Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Beauty
Daughter of Zeus OR Risen from the Sea
Wife of Hephestus - Cheated on him with Ares
Athena
Goddess of War, Wisdom, and Battle Strategy
Born from Zeus’s Head in full armor
Female counterpart to Ares
Artemis
Goddess of the Hunt, the Wild, Animals, Nature, Vegetation, Care for Children, and Chastity
Twin sister of Apollo
Daughter of Zeus and Leto
One of the Virgin Goddesses
Apollo
God of Light, Music, Poetry, Art, Healing, Archery, Dance and Prophecy
Known as The Healer - Can both Heal and Spread disease
Taught Humans the art of Medicine
Twin brother of Artemis
Son of Zeus and Leto
Unlucky in Love
Ares - Mars
God of War and the Spirit of Battle
Son of Zeus and Hera
Carries a blood-soaked Spear
Was with Aphrodite
Hermes - Mercury
The Messenger God of Thieves, Wealth, Luck, Language, and Travel
Clever and mischievous
Credited with the invention of Boxing and Gymnastics
Youngest Son of Zeus
Depicted wearing Winged Shoes
Hephaestus
God of fire, metalworking, and sculpture
Associated with craftsmen and blacksmiths
Physically Flawed
Known as The Lame One due to being thrown off Mount Olympus by Hera
Son of Zeus and Hera
Husband of Aphrodite
Hestia (Unclear)
Goddess of Hearth, Family, and Home
Daughter of Cronus and Rhea
Interchanged with Dionyusus as an Olympian
Dionysus(Unclear)
God of Wine, Theature, Festivities, and Fertility
Cultivated Grapes and taught Humans how to make Wine
Son of Zeus 
Interchanged with Hestia as an Olympian
Other Gods and Goddesses
Hades - Pluto
God of the Underworld
Son of Cronus and Rhea
Not one of the 12 Olympians, contrary to popular belief
One of the more peaceful Gods
Rules the underworld along with Nyx
Husband of Persephone - And he’s loyal to her
Eros
God of Love
Promotional Deity
Companion of Aphrodite
Born of Chaos and witnessed the creation of the Cosmos
Blessed the Union of Gaia and Uranus
Psyche
Goddess of the Soul
Lover of Eros
Nyx
Primordial Goddes of the Night
Feared by Zeus
Mother of Hypnos(Sleep) and Thanatos(Death)
Hypnos
God and Personification of Sleep
Son of Nyx and Erebus
Brother of Thanatos
Thantos
Personification of Death
Son of Nyx
Brother of Hypnos
Appears to Humans to carry them to the underworld
Ordered by the Fates
Iris
Goddess of Rainbows and Messanger between Humans and Gods
Personal Messenger of Hera
Hecate
Goddess of Magic, Crossroads, Witchcraft, Sorcery, Ghosts, and Necromancy
Daughter of Perses and Asteria
Hebe
Goddess and Personification of Eternal Youth
Daughter of Zeus and Hera
Wife of Hercules (one of three)
Power to Restore Youth to Mortals
The Fates
divinities that presided over human life
1. Clotho, The Spinner - Birth
2. Lachesis, the Alloter - Life
3. Atropos, The Inevitable - Death
The Nine Muses
Protecters of Arts and Creativity
1. Urania - Astronomy
2. Polyhymnia - Hymns
3. Melpomene - Tragic Theater
4. Thaila - Comedic Theater
5. Clio - History
6. Calliope - Epic Poetry
7. Euterpe - Song and Elegiac Poetry
8. Terpsichore - Dance
9. Erato - Lyrical Poetry
Nemesis
Goddess of Revenge
Embodiment of Jealousy, Envy, and Anger
Believed to punish Gluttony
Tyche
Goddess of Success, Fortune, Luck, and Prosperity
Determined the fortune of people and Cities
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zaynesaurora · 13 days
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ʟ&ᴅꜱ ! reaction to receiving hickies — (MDNI)
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zayne ! sees himself early the morning after, bleary eyed as he washes the remenants of sleep from his eyes in preperation for his shift at the hospital- the little rest he got anyway. His thumb circles the dark mark on the colum of his throat, expression a mix between impressed and exhausted as he imagines the teasing his co-workers will bestow on him if it ever sees the light of day. He layers up that day. Turtle neck pulled to the sharp of his jaw, secured in place with a scarf, which remains in place all day unless he's performing a surgery- "aren't you warm doctor zayne?", silly question. He can and will do this all day until he returns home to pay the favour forward.
xavier ! completely oblivious to the existance of said mark decorating his collarbone. Shows up to collect you from work that day, his own been spent sleeping between naps (wake up babe?) on a rare day to himself- dressed in his usual wide neck sweater, hand raising to greet Tara as he passes. Unfortunatley for him she's the first to notice his new addition, squeaking in delight as she announces it to the entire office. You round the corner not long after to a bright red xavier with the neck of his shirt tight in his fist as your collegue is all but trying to undress him publicly. - "I bumped it fighting a wandere", yeah okay is that what we call it now xav? maybe you need some more combat practice?
rafayel ! oh he's oh so proud of the purple and pink mark on his chest, colour scheme perfectly matching to the tones in his eyes and hair. Wears his button up to a lower depth that day, even in meetings to discuss professional ventures- poor Thomas has to discretely play charades with him across the table to try and make him aware that his entire left pec is on show. He knows. He just doesn't care. It's summer! let the man breathe, bruises and all. Spends the rest of the day conviently leaning back so his shirt falls open, even once he's back home to you- "it looks kinda lonely babe, think I need another one", back horny devil ! back !
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caleb ! you're both covered and quite frankly it looks like it needs medical treatment- would be cocky but he's kinda scared that people will think your bedroom activities resemble cannibalism. Begs that you both wear full coverage clothing until the worst of them have cleared just to protect your dignity, even if he does find it attractive. You strip as soon as you get home though, not to continue but to trace your fingers across his skin like your playing dot to dot- body flushing and camoflaging his markings slightly.
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yeyinde · 2 months
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Neil's recent pics are having such a terrible influence on me because i can't stop thinking about situations.
specifically about going hiking/camping deep in the wilderness to escape the city and the stress of it all back home. but you're underprepared for the reality of the backcountry, and there's definitely Something Out There. hunting you, stalking you. chasing you. you run from it, and get hurt. all alone in the wilderness that everyone warned you was too far, and too remote for rescue. but lucky you. an unkempt Scottish man in the woods comes to help. and Johnny is so sweet, so eager, and has everything he needs to take care of you at his home, don't you worry. he def has your best interests at heart when he leads you to this rural cabin on uncharted land. completely cut off from everything you've ever known. including rescue.
but he's for sure gonna let you go once the snow melts and your injuries heal. just ignore the part where he keeps calling you his wife, and talking about forever.
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Okay but can someone (if I write this myself I don't trust my own ability to do it justice it probably wouldn't be good enough) entertain the idea for a fic where its SpoilOfWar!Reader in ancient times:
1. RomanSoldier!Simon, Gaz, and Soap who bring SpoilOfWar!Reader with them on their journey back to Rome to retired general now RomanSenator!Price knowing that they would be a perfect addition to their home. SpoilOfWar!Reader complains and fights the entire way, expecting to be treated badly and turned into a slave, only to be very confused when these four romans begin lavishing them in fine clothes and jewels and treating them like a wife. Another roman citizen doesn't take kindly to that? How unfortunate for them since no one wants to incur the 141s wrath. Unfortunately this includes reader--because at the end of the day you certainly still view yourself as a spoil of war which leads to interesting debates.
2. SpartanSoldiers!141 taking reader as a spoil of war after they find them fighting back against one of their own and (nearly) winnng. They're impressed, like to the point where they just know they have to have reader as a spoil once their little war is done. Reader disagrees, doing everything in their power to prove that Sparta is worse than where they came from since the 141 act as if being a spoil of war was a favour. (And did they mention that Spartan women have more rights than the city-state reader came from?) They certainly lay on the promises that in time you'll be better off.
Bonus for AncientDeity!141:
Reader who escapes capture from being a spoil of war to a man named Graves. Desperately running and finding themselves at the Necromanteion (in our world, this is a temple for Hades and Persephone, but lets pretend the pantheon of this one is....different) where they pray to whatever Gods this temple is for only to accidentally summon the 141. Price, Simon, Gaz, and Johnny are all Underworld deities--they happen to rule it, together--and...well Godhood and immortality can be given to mortals. They know by just one look that they want to keep reader and reader prayed for help. A deal is struck. Pomegranate seeds are given. Which is where poor reader finds themselves: somehow immortal, bound to four underworld deities, and why are there flowers sprouting wherever they touch???
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strwberri-milk · 1 month
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Just thinking about Abysswalker Rafayel,,,
Thinking about how he's got you pressed up against the wall, blunt and gloved fingertips digging into the sides of your body. You can hear the stutter in his breath and the way it settles against his mask, desperate to escape. You'd tease him if it weren't for how insistently he's pressing his lips to yours, the phantom sensation of them against you. His tongue traces the shape of your lips over the leather as your mouth hangs open, bringing your arms under his and holding onto his shoulders tightly.
He's right here in your arms, so close yet so far. You wish that his overly complicated clothes would just disappear but it's almost like they aren't even there with the heat radiating off of his body. He's kissing you so desperately and your lips haven't even met yet. You make the mistake of looking into his eyes, drowning in the desire and yearning he can't act on.
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notyour-valentine · 1 year
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Dragon's Blood ~ Aemond Targaryen x Rhaenyras!daughter (Fluff/Smut)
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Summary: There is a small rocky island in the Narrow Sea easily reached on dragonback, and it has become a home of many secrets for Aemond Targayen and Rhaenyra Targaryen's only daughter (Fluff/Smut)
Note: Ahead of nexts episode, and finally getting the man, the myth, the menace that is grown!Aemond, I wanted to write something nice about him before everything burns to the ground. Loosely connected to this moonboard of mine.
Warning: sword fighting, mention of blood and injuries, smut, mention of war and death. Expect canon conforming tone and language. (18/21+)
Wordcount: 4667 words
Part I ~ Part II ~ Part III ~ Part IV
Part I
The sun warmed her face and the gentle winds made the strands of her hair fly like banners in the wind. 
The salt and water from her earlier swim had made it coarse and curly, a tangled mess no hairnet could hope to tame. 
Even though it had only just dried, she felt her bare feet carry her to the waves once more. 
The sea called to her, the same way the sky did. 
Both had been screaming her name from the moment she was born- half dragon, half sea creature. 
She closed her eyes as the incoming waves washed over her feet, splashing against her ankles. It was as sweet a caress as the wind and sun were. 
This was her place, her own little kingdom, and even if it was just a bleak, rocky forgotten island, to her it was as beautiful and as dear as the entire Valyrian Freehold at the height of it’s glory. 
And it was hers, hers alone - or at least close enough. 
She was not meant for peace, hardly any of them were, but right here, with nothing but the waves and the wind, she could feel the temptation to never leave. 
Her eyes snapped open a split second before a hand grabbed her belt and tugged her back. 
Her body crashed into an immovable force, her head hitting his shoulder, but before she could react, she felt the icy bite of a blade under her chin, forcing her head upward. 
Her hands dug into his arms, feeling the weather-worn leather not unsimilar to her own, which she had taken off earlier with her boots, leaving her in only her shirt and riding trousers. 
She crawed at his arm with all her might, but it only earned her a soft chuckle. 
"Too easy, soldier.", came the immediate but no less amused scolding, his lips brushing against her ear, tightening his grip on her stomach. 
A soft smile came to her lips. 
Her feet were bare but he still wore his boots, which wasn't ideal, but she still had her elbows. 
She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed, feeling his arm relax slightly, before driving her elbow into his ribs the same moment she yanked the arm that held the dagger down, using that split second of distraction to twist out of his grip and pull a blade of her own. 
"Too easy, soldier.", She mocked, as her blade sparkled in the sunlight, like his own. 
He smirked devilishly as they circled each other on the sands. He was still wearing full gear, from boot to collar in heavy leather, having only just arrived. 
Late, as usual. 
With his long limbs and fast legs, he was faster but she had agility on her side and far quicker feet. 
"I did not hear Vhagar.", She admitted, glancing at the sky for a split second. 
"I kept her quiet.", He shot back, but as soon as he had started speaking she dashed for the rocks. 
His boots sunk in heavy in the sands, buying her the extra time to reach the hiding place before he could. From it she drew the practice sword and kept him at bay. 
Sure, he had a sabre of his own, but he would never use live steel against her, she had dared him once, in the black of night on the battlements of King’s Landing. 
All too quickly he had knocked her back and taken the sharpened steel from her hand the same way one would take a toy from a child. 
And the next time they had practice swords in their hands, he had sent her home black and blue from heel to collarbone. If they had used live steel she would have been carved up like a peace of ham and that was his way of driving that particular lesson home. 
Chuckling, he sheathed his dagger. 
With her foot, she closed the trapdoor that lead to that little hollow space which held their practice swords. 
"Now, now, play nice, niece!", He warned her, clicking his tongue. 
She smirked as she pushed him back. 
"I was taught never to play nice.", She reminded him. 
She saw pride glint in his eye, and the light reflect in the other. 
Around her, he never wore his patch, instead showing off the sapphire he had picked as a replacement.  
"You must've had a good teacher."
She was about to respond, which was her mistake as the sand landed not only in her eye but her mouth as well. 
Cursing, she stumbled back- it was never good to be stagnant, not for one second. 
She wiped at her eyes with her sleeve and spat out the dirt. 
It was the time he needed for retrieve a sword of his own, leiserously cutting circles in the air. 
"Let's see what else he taught you!", He insisted before lunging at her. 
Now this is unfair, she thought. 
He was taller, stronger and had longer arms. But that was just why she trained with him. 
When she trained with her brothers they would treat her like she would shatter. 
Once, after accidentally landing one blow on her wrist, Jace had even let her win- it had taken weeks for her to forgive that. 
Baela and Rhaena were good sparring partners, but they were women like her and most enemies they could ever face in battle would be bigger, stronger, taller men with every advantage in the book. 
Her uncle thought the only advantage they would ever need were their dragons, which she understood and even believed, but if the boys were trained in the art of swordplay, she wanted to master it too. 
Say what you want about Aemond Targaryen, but he never went easy on her, making him just the kind of teacher she needed. 
His blows drove her back, and once she nearly stumbled, but managed to keep her footing despite having to block a blow coming to her side. 
He could afford slashing from the sides in wider motions, but she was too much in his range to do so. 
Instead, her only chance was lunging forward in quick motions before pulling back at once. 
This piercing stab wasn't as easily blocked as wide slashes, so he jumped to the side instead, making her hit air. 
She ducked to avoid his next attempt before she had an idea and darted away. 
One, two, three hastily taken steps until she felt the warmth of her sun on the back of her neck. 
Perfect. 
And only then did she attack. 
He had to take a few steps back, seeing them a split second later. 
Their swords crossed around an inch before his face but with a single show of force, he brought the locked swords down. 
"Naughty.", Aemond said, still squinting slightly from the blinding sun he now faced. 
She grinned from ear to ear, knowing it was the highest praise, as her chest rose and fell from the exertion. 
Then he gave her shoulder a single shove that sent her crashing to the ground. 
She raised her sword at once, but he was towering over her, the tip of his own aimed at her throat. 
Then he let it travel lower to the lacing that held her undershirt together. 
With expert precision, he dipped the tip of the practice blade in between the first and second cross and tugged it upward, making the ribbon hiss as it came slightly more undone. 
"You could have just asked.", She chirped, her eyes never leaving her opponent. 
"I don't have to ask when I have the upper hand.", He reminded her. 
But while he was standing over her, he hadn't seen her twist her legs. 
With all her might she kicked her foot into the back of his knee. 
It folded just as she had expected, while she scrambled back, seeing him kneeling for one split second. 
But it gave her enough time to get away and raise her sword in response for the new flurry of blows he sought to rain down on her for spoiling his fun. 
She could never win in a straight one-on-one, but that wasn’t what she was practising nor what he was teaching.
Outmatched as she was, she practised what would be useful to her in real combat - a good defence that would buy enough time for a sneak attack or a victory by trickery. 
“Are you getting tired, old man?”, she teased after almost landing a strike of her own.
“Perhaps I’m going easy on you.”
She took a blow to the side only so that she could crack her blade against his shin. 
“Don’t you ever go easy on me, Aemond!”, she demanded, her anger overshadowing her pain. 
And he didn’t. They sparred until she felt her arms would fall off, until her sides ached and her feet throbbed. 
Tomorrow, she’d have to tell her siblings all sorts of lies. 
It was the sweetest kind of pain, but it did exhaust her and when her sword shot up to block his once more, her arms could no longer stand the impact. She had also forgotten to prevent another of her oddities. 
“Shit!”, she cursed, as a sharp pain shot through her lips, not because either sword had struck her but because a bit of flesh had been caught between her lips. 
She tasted metal and closed her eyes to the treacherous pain that brought tears to her eyes. 
“Let me see, let me see!”, Aemond demanded. 
The same hands that had delt her blow after blow now cupped her face with the utmost gentleness, tilting it upward slightly. 
“I’m fine!”, she hissed and tried to turn away. 
“I said let me see!”
His voice allowed no room for argument. 
He frowned as his thumb traced the outline of her lower lip before pulling it down so that he could see the already swelling flesh inside. 
“I said I’m fine.”, she insisted, wiping her lip with her sleeve and seeing the red dots. 
“Enough for today.”, Aemond announced, his thumb brushing against her lower lip once more. 
“No!”, she argued.
He, however, picked up his sword and began to walk back to where they would hide them. 
“I said no!”, she snapped, storming after him. 
She swung at his shoulder to get his attention, but he had anticipated her blow, spun and blocked the practice sword with his lower arm. 
Before she could draw back, his fingers had wrapped around the edge of the practice sword and pulled it forward harshly, making her lose her footing once more due to his force. 
“I said enough.”, he repeated, now holding both practice swords firmly in his grip. 
For the longest time he had been short, even smaller then her, until just after his eleventh birthday he had decided to turn into a beanpole, surpassing not only her but Helaena, Aegon and finally even Jace in rapid succession. 
It just wasn’t fair. 
Something changed in his gaze as he looked at her. 
“We heard about the trouble with the pirates.”, Aemond said. “Were you really there?”
She beamed from ear to ear and nodded. 
“Daemon took me and he was right to.”, she admitted. “The clouds were low that day, so they didn’t even see Syraxes until she breathed her fire.”
“What about Vermax? Or did my dear nephews stay at home and let their sister do all the work?”
She didn’t miss the slight in that. 
“Jace and Luke were there too.”, she quickly said. “But Vermax and Arrax aren’t as practised with sea winds.”
Her dragon egg had hatched on Driftmark, all those years ago, revealing a pale blue almost grey dragon, and she loved the sea. While other dragons resided in the Dragonmont, Syraxes had made her lair on a cliffside, close to the water and sky. 
Even during practice, they raced on land, while she and her dragon both preferred the open waters. 
And during a sea battle, that was an advantage. 
“Tell me.”, Aemond demanded to know. 
“They wanted to disrupt the Velaryon shipping routes.”, she said with a shrug. “So they faced the Velaryon dragons.”
Aemond’s lip twitched. 
“And Caraxes.”
“Yes. Caraxes.”
What a fierce dragon that was, long and terrible with that twisted neck of his. 
“But it’s not just strength, you know.”, she argued, rubbing her sore hand between her fingers. 
“Are you teaching me now?”, he demanded to know sharply. 
“Maybe.”, she argued. “I’ve seen more of battle than you, at least on dragon back.”
Aemond scoffed.
“Vhagar has seen a thousand battles.”, he hissed. 
“And you’ve seen none. I’ve seen three now.”
Granted, they were all at sea, and one was just her and Vermax against a single pirate ship, but then again, practice was practice. 
“There’s not a dragon alive who can defeat Vhagar.”, he argued. 
“In strength, no, but she’s not as agile nor as quick. That is our main advantage on dragonback. We can more faster than they will ever have time to replace their trebuchets.”
That was something Daemon taught them. 
For all his battle skill, Aemond and his siblings weren’t taught the art of fighting on dragonback.
But it was her grandmother, Prince Daemon and before them even her own father who had taught them more than merely flying on dragon back. 
Agility, speed, those were just as fierce as dragonfire if one knew how to use them. 
“A large dragon and a quick dragon, that is the best pair for battle.”, she decreed. 
“The large dragon will win every time.”
“Not against each other, you fool!”, she hissed. “Together.”
That was the way they had succeeded against the pirates, with Caraxes drawing most of the arrows and Vermax and Syraxes attacking from beyond where they could see, setting mast and sail ablaze. 
But Aemond didn’t look convinced. 
So she had to be a little more convincing. 
“You underestimate the impact of a strike from above on an unsuspecting enemy.", She said innocently, enjoying being able to look down on him for once, from this pile of rocks. 
He did reply something, but she never heard it, not while she jumped to the closest stone and cried out the Valyrian order for attack. 
Aemond spun and dropped the swords but too late- by that time she was already crashing into him with full force. Her weight hit him straight in the chest, toppling him and her both. 
He landed with a thud as he hit the sand. She was kneeling on his torso, one hand around his throat, the other pressed firmly to the middle of the chest. 
“Do you yield?”, she asked, squeezing her hand just slightly, not nearly enough to cause him pain or make him lack air, but enough so that he would feel it. 
His groan of pain turned into a breathless chuckle. 
"Fair.", He admitted, still laid out on the sand. "But when you strike like that, make sure you strike well."
His eye flashed as he grinned up at her. 
"Because it brings you in too close proximity and there strength will win again!"
All air left her lungs as her back hit the ground, his broad frame blocking out the sun.
Not only had he thrown her to her back, he had also grabbed both her hands in his and pinned them above her head. 
She tugged at her hands but he only smirked, shaking his head slightly. 
The tips of his silver blonde strands brushed tickled the delicate skin on her neck. 
She tugged at her wrists, but she might as well have tried to move a mountain and it didn't even faze him. 
That alone made all sorts of emotion bubble up inside her, good and bad and dangerous. 
She kicked her legs but only hit thin air as his hand, the one not holding her wrists hostage found the ribbons at the top of her shirt once more. 
He picked one between his fingers and pulled at it agonisingly slowly, then the other, then the third and fourth. 
For such an impatient man, he was impossibly good at being slow, if only to aggravate her further. 
But she wouldn't give him that. 
Instead she merely leaned back and closed her eyes, choosing to look like she enjoyed the sun more than his touch. 
His fingers brushed against her skin, tracing along her collarbone, stroking up her neck to her chin. 
Still, she did not react, knowing fully well that Aemond could suffer nothing more than indifference. 
His grip on her jaw proved her right as he held her face in place, crashing his lips down on hers. 
His kiss inflamed her, and it took all her will not to kiss him back with equal passion. 
But if she couldn't beat him in strength, she could match him in will. 
She could hear the low rumble of rage in his chest, before he traced his teeth over her bottom lip. 
The pain made her gasp and he used the chance to invade her mouth. 
Aemond's kisses had gained in skill over time, but they had always been consuming. 
Even during their very first kiss, years ago when they were but children, it had made invisible flames burn inside her, and yet it felt like he wasn't just making her feel things she never had before, he was taking something from her too. 
And she couldn't hold onto her pride for much longer. 
When he finally pulled back, she could see her smeared blood in his swollen lips and a hunger in his eyes. 
She grinned up at him, rubbing her leg against his thigh slightly. 
"My, my- have you pulled yet another dagger on me?"
"Tease me and you'll be sorry!", Aemond warned. 
"How sorry?", She wanted to know with a grin. 
His eyes darkened in a different kind of way as his hand slipped under her shirt. 
She knew this, all of this, was beyond dangerous. It was playing with a kind of fire even Targaryens could not hope to harness. 
But they knew above all others, above any mere mortal men that fire was addicting and they were part fire themselves. 
And their touch burned. 
Once more she was at a disadvantage- her shirt was too easily removed while her fingers fumbled with his leather lacing. 
And again, he beat her to it. 
The first time, her first time at least, had been clumsy and cautious, with Aemond taking the lead. 
He had been gentle then, kissing and caressing her and while he had taken the lead, he was guiding her too. 
That gentleness they shared had been replaced by a battle of its own. 
Now their kisses bruised instead of tickled. 
He entered her with two of his fingers, and while she was soaking for him already, it made pleasure mix with pain, but so was their way. 
Giving her no chance to adapt, he thrust them into her again, and again, making sure to brush his thumb over that particular with every stroke, until she was breathless and shaking. 
Everything melted away in the light of his touch, and the determination he had to bend her to his will. She squirmed in his grip, desperate to free her hands, to reach for him and bury them in his hair- but he was unrelenting in everything but bringing her closer to the edge. 
"Aemond!", She whimpered as she bit down on her lip by instinct, feeling the slightest of wounds his bite had worsened earlier. 
"Look at me!", He ordered, driving his fingers in as deep as he could. 
Her eyes fluttered open, already glassy with pleasure. 
His eye was black as cole and his lips glistened, tinted red by the rush of his blood and the stain of hers. 
"Yield.", He demanded, his voice so cold it made her stomach coil in even more pleasure. 
Inside her, his fingers curled, making her back arch, desperate for more. 
All this pleasure he had built up inside her, she was so close to claiming if as her own, so close she could almost touch the stats she began the darkness of her eyelids. 
"Yield or I'll leave you as you are."
It was not an empty threat, she knew. 
She could see the lust in his eye, the desire for her, but she also knew he had the power of will to get up at once, call Vhagar and fly back to King's Landing without a mere glance back. 
He'd be raging of course, but he would leave all the same.  
But she wasn't about to risk that, after all, she wanted him too. And she wanted all of him, in every way a woman could have a man, but for that she would have to give herself to him entirely first. 
Her everything in exchange for his'. 
Nothing less would do. 
She tugged at her hands once more and this time he let her go. 
At once she buried them in his hair, pulling him so close she could feel his haughty breath on her lips. 
"Only to you.", she whispered in the faintest of voices. 
That was enough for him. 
He pushed her over the edge with ease. 
There were three thrills in her eyes, riding a boat in a storm, taking flight with her dragon and then the pleasure Aemond could bring her, and whenever she experienced one she was sure the others would never compare. 
He did not give her the time to recover. 
Instead he had pulled her up like a ragdoll and entered her in a single motion before she had the chance to come down from her high. 
She was so sensitive now, that it hurt, but it was that place where pain and pleasure met that they craved. 
As she buried her face in the crook of his neck, she dug her nails into his back, clinging to him.His own hand weaved its way into the back of her hair while the other was pressed firmly to her back. 
It was almost as if he wanted them to melt into each other completely.  
Even if it would be the last thing he ever did. 
Her second climax was fast approaching but she held back, bearing down to hold on for but a moment longer. 
His grip loosened and he almost stroked the tips of his thumb over her head. 
"I've got you.", He whispered in her ear, just as breathless and panting as she was. "Let go, I've got you."
And she knew he did. 
~
It was the wind that woke her, blowing loose strands of hair into her face until it tickled. 
Then she heard the sea and smelled the salt. 
When her eyes fluttered open she shifted slightly, feeling the soft sand move. 
When she sat up, his cloak slipped off her shoulder. It was black bordered in green and smelled of him. And of dragon. 
But when did Aemond ever not smell of dragon?
It wasn't difficult. He never strayed far, especially not when she was asleep. 
Sometimes she'd wake with her head in his lap, or with his fingers stroking through her hair or over her shoulder. 
Today he was sitting beside her, cross-legged in the sand. 
He had completely undone his hair, the wind playing tricks like the waves. 
She'd have to braid it up again before he left. 
As she shifted, her thighs brushed and a single touch confirmed her suspicion of the lingering stickiness between her legs. 
"You didn't clean up your mess then?", She asked. Brushing her hand over her neck she felt a spark of pain. “And I’ll have to wear a high collar gown too. Couldn’t you have been careful for once?”
Aemond looked up, meeting her eyes. 
"Why would I?", He asked, tilting his head. "Word is you're hosting the Archon of Tyrosh's ambassadors."
His words made her smile. 
"That's it then?", She asked, leaning over. 
The cloak slipped, but she didn't mind. 
Apart from Aemond, no one was around for mike's and even if they were, they wouldn't dare come near with two dragons on and around the island. 
"Jealousy?"
Aemond scoffed and spoke with nothing but disdain. 
"All Tyroshi look like mummers with dyed hair and painted beards."
"They have the largest fleet of all of the free cities."
He glanced down and began to tear a piece of seaweed to shreds. 
"You are a dragon rider, not a fish haggler's wife.", He sneered. 
She couldn't help but giggle as she pressed a playful kiss to his cheek. 
He pulled away the way he would have done when he was ten, before he knew the value of kisses. 
"Jealousy suits you."
He threw her a dark glare, but it's burning fury was not directed at her. 
With a sigh, she lowered her arms and layed down in his lap. 
On instinct, his hand found her head. 
"An alliance with Tyrosh would guarantee peace with the Free Cities.", She repeated what she had heard again and again. 
She knew it was foolish, of course. There was no guarantee for peace, not ever. But it would bring them a lot closer. 
"Is that why you would marry?", He asked. "For peace?"
"There are worse reasons.", She sighed. 
"If your mother wants you to marry for peace she should have given you to me."
"It was your mother that turned down the true marriage for peace.", She reminded him. "Jace and Helaena and Aegon and me."
His fingers stopped his caresses. 
"If you want Aegon, all you have to do is dress up as a silk street whore or a serving wench and he’ll have his hand under your skirt before the hour is up.", Aemond sneered. 
That made her roll over so she could look at his face. 
“If he does, will you kill him or me then?”, she wanted to know curiously. 
His sapphire eye caught the light as he met her gaze, his own unreadable. 
Sometimes, here on their little island which they kept secret from everyone but their dragons, when he was as gentle with her as he was now, his fingers drawing lazy lines through her hair, or his hands working on the soreness of her muscles after yet another harsh lesson he taught with more diligence than their master of arms, she was almost sure he loved her, or as sure as one could be with Aemond Targaryen. 
Sometimes, when he held her with no sound but the waves and his calming steady heartbeat, her mind would wonder and carry her far away, to the Free Cities and beyond, to everything that strange continent across the Narrow Sea could offer. 
Daemon and Laena had done it, so it wouldn't even be the first time Vhagar took to Essos. 
They could resides like Kings there, could cross the Dothraki Sea, or visit the strange worlds of Yi-Ti, or go to Ashai, Volantis or the other places where they worshipped fire. 
There they would be more than kings. They would be Gods. 
But she didn't need that, not really. Both Aemond and her weren’t meant for ruling, for worship and praise. They had a restlessness in them, the same restlessness that brought Aegon to these shores a century ago. The two of them were the blood of the dragon in more then name, conquerors, warriors, not rulers and priests. 
With a sigh she banished her thoughts and girlish dreams of foreign shores. 
They were impossibly far away for her, even on dragon back. 
And like her, Aemond was his brother's keeper. 
Her mother needed her, as did Jace and all their younger siblings, not only as a sister, but as an advisor, ally and protector. That would only grow when first she, and then her brother sat the Iron Throne. 
And for as long as they needed her, she would never leave their side. Not even for Aemond.
End
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Part II
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