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riseofamoonycake · 8 months

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So I wanted to know how would the characters react if a usually serious/strict gn reader came back from a round and when theyre getting treatment the anesthetics making them feel warm/cuddly. For example if adam/eve visit them they'd pull them into a hug saying they love their mom and dad so much

This is the sweetest thing I could write! AAAAA Let's start!

Warnings: suggestive

Notes: implied ships

Adam and Eve

They are not your natural parents: when they found you you were an orphan, alone and left to your own devices, and they immediately took you with them

Because of the lack of love in the early years of your life, you find it difficult to express your feelings verbally, especially affection and love; you demonstrate them best through actions, while always remaining contained

Adam and Eve know this and defend you every time from those who tell you that you have no empathy and feelings; you are special to them just the way you are, you don't need to change anything

The fact that when Brunhilde contacts you to fight into Ragnarok for humanity you immediately accept is the best proof (for skeptics and those who don't believe in you) that you have a heart

Eve weeps a lot hearing it, fearing for you; Adam manages to calm her down and talks to you for a long time, instilling even more courage and tranquility in you, and when your time comes the two watch the fight together, hand in hand, urging you to give your best

When you win, they are so happy they can't even talk; immediately they go to the infirmary, where you were taken to have your wounds treated, and wait to see you

Once in the room, they both watch over you, exhausted asleep, and they gently stroke your forehead and cheeks waiting for you to wake up

So imagine their surprise when out of nowhere you open your eyes, look at them and immediately smile, and the next moment you jump up, hug them so tight and cover their face with kisses as you scream "Mom, Dad, I love you, I wish I was always with you, I will never leave you!", and immediately afterwards you fall asleep again because morphine has won over you; however, you do it with your head in Eve's lap and your arms around dad's waist

After a moment of stillness, Eve hugs Adam so hard that he stops breathing, then starts crying with joy while Dad weeps too and strokes your hair

Both are so full of emotions and feelings that they remain silent, staring into space with a stupid smile on their faces, for hours and hours. Shhh, leave them be, they're in their Heaven now

Don't worry, they love you just the way you are and won't change a thing about you, but seeing you so cuddly made them melt in a pool of love and they'll remember it forever *^*

Okita

Okita always interests you: you find him adorable with that funny ponytail and cute smile, and very powerful when the homicidal aura shows off. You admire him a lot, praise his seriousness and his ability, for you he is a model to follow

Also, Okita is a playful guy, and sometimes he manages to make you smile slightly because it is impossible to resist him

He doesn't matter your always serious and strict personality because he finds you very honorable, worthy and interesting and loves to tease you a bit, but without disrespecting you

As skilled warriors, you two often fight together and love to clash in duels where you test your skills; so it is not a surprise that you both get selected for Ragnarok

Okita promises to cheer for you until he loses his voice, and you promise him you'll make sure neither of you lose; shortly after, your turn comes and you say goodbye to him with a long look, wondering why even now you can't tell him everything you feel

The fight is very hard: your opponent is really strong and pushes you to face every limit you have and to experience unpleasant moments. However, the certainty that Okita is watching and cheering you on pushes you to hold on and fight back, giving your best until victory is yours

At that point, Okita cheers like crazy and runs toward the infirmary just after the end, followed by Kondo

Until admitted to the chamber where you rest, he spends his time walking up and down the corridor screaming

When Okita finally manages to get in, he runs up to you, already awake but under the influence of morphine, and smiles warmly at you

You wait a moment, then smile back, stroke his ponytail and then take him by the arms, pulling him towards you. Then, to his surprise, you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him on the nose and cheeks

Awwww, my boyfriend was very worried about me, wasn't he?

He freezes at these words, his mind completely blank, while Kondo watches from the threshold and bursts out laughing at the scene, unable to hold back

Okita is basically 0_0, and remains so for the hours to come, in which you sleep briefly and cuddle, squeeze his cheeks and pat his head whenever you can

Congratulations, you sent the samurai into crisis, 100/100

Confucius

It goes without saying that when you were selected for Ragnarok, everyone immediately knew it: Confucius did nothing but shout it from the rooftops, running here and there like a top and praising you a lot: even before actually seeing the fight, he knew that you would win, he never had any doubts about it

And yet he spent the whole day before the fight weeping on your knees in despair

Confucius is the light of your days, it is expansive, chaotic and romantic beyond measure; it's your opposite, and that's also why you find each other a lot because it helps you see and understand realities that are different from yours, and you do the same with him

When the moment of fight arrives, you let yourself be embraced and give him a tender pat on the cheek, a gesture that he doesn't expect and which melts him completely. You are a little sorry to enter the Arena leaving him behind, especially now that he's about to cry again, but that's how it must be and, with a last caress on his head, you part with him

Throughout the fight you hear his shouts, his cheering, his eyes on you, and it gives you an absurd strength. You fight for him, you fight to get back to him, and your energy triples to allow you to grant this wish

When you win, the only thing you hear are his screams of joy, because his voice is so loud that it drowns out all the others

Since the fight was very hard and you suffered non-negligible injuries, you need to go to the infirmary; and here Confucius immediately joins you, begging the infirmaries to let him stay

You lose consciousness almost immediately, even before you can say a word; however, when you open your eyes again he is there looking at you, the sweetest smile as he takes your hand and kisses it, confusing and breaking up the words without being able to express what he feels

You stop him and sit down, then you hug him so hard that it takes his breath away, then lie down again dragging him with you on the bed

Hmmm, have you always been so warm and soft, Confucius? I think I'll keep you for life, then!

His face is scarlet, his mouth wide open; no thoughts, head empty, only Confucius with heart eyes

Try not to break any bones, as you now have superhuman strength and a huge desire for hugs and cuddles!

For the rest, do what you want to him because receiving all your kisses, caresses and cuddles is what this puppy has always wanted the most

It is very likely that the nurses will have to force you apart in order to monitor your condition

The Science Crew (with Tesla)

The entire science crew comes to see you after your fight: you are the youngest of the whole group and your friends were so scared to see you fight but also very proud when you were selected to participate in Ragnarok

All of them showered you with encouragement, advice and love before entering the Arena, even shedding tears and without expecting you to reciprocate their words: the only thing that matters is your return. Please, return to them

Your victory, obtained with the genius, intelligence and originality that has always distinguished you, made them cry and scream with happiness and even if they know you are not the type to cuddle, now they want to at least give you a hug

The first to enter the room are Tesla and Edison (the ones who are crying the most), followed by Marie and Galileo, worried that their noise will disturb you, while Nobel and Einstein are planning to cook your favorite dishes when you get home and Newton is so relaxed now that you have won!

In order not to embarrass yourself too much and make yourself uncomfortable, they decide to send Newton ahead, the calmest of all, an speak first

You look at them all with a slight smile and wave your hand in hello, then you watch Isaac approach and ask how you are and if you are in pain, and to congratulate on your splendid performance. You made them all so proud!

You listen calmly; then, without even letting him finish, you grab the scientist's wrists, drag him towards you and sink your face into his chest, rubbing your cheek against his massive tits and smiling blissfully to everyone else's shock

Hmmm, so soft! Now you are my plush, Sir Newton!

Tesla looks at the whole situation trying to analyze it well but can't, Edison is petrified with his mouth and eyes wide open, Einstein is completely speechless, Galileo is worried about your health and looks at you with concern, Marie covers her mouth without believing what are you doing, Nobel has to do violence to himself not to burst out laughing but he can't, so everyone turns to the man and stares at him laughing and laughing. Newton stands still, not knowing what to do, and lets you treat him like a toy amidst the most diverse and funny reactions from the rest of the group

Many questions will follow this event, we are all sure of this; but for now, let's leave all the space to cuddles ♥️

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riseofamoonycake · 10 months

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Part two eheh

Feel free to use!

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riseofamoonycake · 6 months

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Hi Luna! How are you? I know I sent a request recently, but if it's okay, could I ask for some drabbles or headcanons for Mama Eve and Papa Adam meeting their beloved child's s/o? (reader can be gn ^^)

You can choose the human or god that reader dates! Feel free to add as many characters as you want ;>

Remember to drink water and take care of yourself correctly!!

Xoxo~ ❤️💖💕🌹🌷💐🌙✨

I've really had my fun doing it, ehehehe, especially imagining Papa Adam watching is precious child unexpectadly (more or less) taking home someone. Did you hear his heart shattering? Yes, yes, now go to Papa and hold him tightly.

AND LET'S BE CLEAR: EVE WILL BE THE FIRST ONE TO ACCEPT YOUR LOVER. Adam needs to take his time in these things, so... leave him alone for a while, let him cry, and be hopeful.

Confucius

This ball of sunshine is loved and welcomed in the family as soon as he enters the door: he smiles, showing all his cheerfulness and sweet attitude as his voice explodes in greeting, and Eve stares at him initially with surprise, then with heart eyes and lots of tears of joy while she crushes you in a hug.

The next second, Eve steals him away and starts showing him around the house, while Adam remains still in his place, his expression blank as he stares at you, his heart broken and a tear in the corner of his eye. Dad doesn't trust anyone easily, so he will have a… beautiful?, surely loooong chit chat with your boyfriend, to make sure he understands the rules of the house.

In the end, but truly in the end, he agrees that Confucius is a good, respectful person who will know how to love you deeply.

Never like your father, though.

Kojiro Sasaki

Only one question arises in Adam's head as soon as he sees Kojiro: isn't he a little too old for you? He keeps staring at him in disbelief, wondering why you choose a granny to bring home; then, he listens to him speak, watches him smile and laugh, witnesses his wisdom and clumsiness, and observes the kindness and respect with which he treats you: and understands that there is more than one reason why you chose him. Dad approves.

As for Eve, she shares her husband's initial thoughts; then, as soon as Kojiro smiles at her, she understands his soul in an instant and immediately welcomes him with warmth, happy that you have found such a person.

In the end, they both like Kojiro a lot.

Shiva

At first, Adam believes that you had a serious accident and hit your head, because… why. Why such a choice, why a god - not a man, A GOD - so chaotic, so confusing, so laid back… and moreover with three wives! WHY. More than once Eve has to calm him down and speak in defense of Shiva, without managing to convince Adam, but at least keeping him still.

In the end, when they both see how Shiva turns out to have a huge heart and care so much about you, how his wives adore you and have already welcomed you into the family and, not least, thanks to a long mediation speech from Rudra, both Adam and Eve calm down and reevaluate the matter. More quickly Eve, with caution and still some doubts Adam.

However, your happiness always comes before his perplexities, so don't be afraid, be happy with your love, and dad and mom will be happy too.

Loki

No rights for this god. NO RIGHTS AT ALL.

He is literally banned from your house after one minute, even Eve can't mediate with Adam, because she is totally scared by this gremlin.

Also, everytime dad sees Loki, he chases him, pulling whatever he has in his hand, be it a pine cone or an entire set of knives. He doesn't hear excuses about this: never, ever will his child have an affair with someone like Loki, the god will have to pass over his corpse to have you (dad Adam, don't say it too loudly, please…)

Marie Curie

How can you remain indifferent to someone as tender, cute, caring and kind as MARIE CURIE??? She is a cupcake. She is the sweetness in person. She is the one, the right one, for you.

Adam can't help smiling whenever he sees this ray of sun and giggles everytime he hears her voice, and Eve adores her after just a second of knowing and gladly answer at all the questions Mary does, looking at everything in awe. Complete perfection.

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riseofamoonycake · 29 days

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*enters doing a ballerina twirl*

Lulu~ 1st: I don't remember if I sent a request before you closed the ask box, I'm sorry if so :(

2: Confucius, Buddha, Bishamonten and Sasaki with a s/o surprising them on Valentine's Day speaking their native language?~

Luv u girl, remember to take care of yourself

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

Don't worry for the other requests, there is one yours I still have to write, but I have a lot of ideas for it mueheheh

SO! The sentences spoken in their native language are in another color, even if still written in english (I didn't want to use Google Translate, sorry)

Language of Love

💘 Characters: Confucius, Buddha, Bishamonten, Sasaki Kojiro

Warnings: suggestive💓

Confucius

He brings or waits for you at your favorite place, the one in which you two met for the first time; he arrives here three hours before the date and spends the time walking, running in circles and gesticulating, dreaming of the moment in which he will see your smile and adorable eyes.

The moment you arrive, he runs into your arms, nearly throwing you to the ground due to the ardor he feels, and hugs you tightly while rubbing his face against your chest.

"I am so happy you came, Y/N! Yes I know you were going to come but... but well I am so happy! Stay with me for the entire night, the entire year, all the life."

Sweet puppy goes totally crazy.

Especially when you hug him back and sink the fingers into his obsidian black hair, or if you scrape his neck until he moans and melts under your fingers.

Then you smirk, and narrow your eyes. "Of course I came, sweetheart... after all, you are the only one I could cross the entire world for... my beloved Confucius."

Confucius' smile freezes in his face for the surprise. It cannot be real; he doesn't trust his ears. Did he hear you right? You... your words... "Y/N..."

"Yes, darling?" Come on, try to not laugh now. I dare you.

"Love... did you just speak in... in Chinese?"

"Of course! And I am able to whisper too, right into your ear... or, if you want, I can talk when we reach our bedroom... and then..."

SBAM. Confucius drops to the ground like an apple, passed out. Conquered. Completely taken.

You broke Confucius, bestie. Be proud of yourself.

In the next days, be ready to be followed by him everywhere, his eyes full of adoration, his face dreamy while he begs you every second to keep repeating (in Chinese) how much you love him and how he is your only man. Every. Second.

It is the best gift he could receive *^*

Buddha

Buddha doesn't like Valentine's Day that much, but agrees to celebrate it with you in order to have all the candies and chocolate he can obtain. For free, also.

So he smiles widely when he sees you coming at his place with a lot of heart shaped boxes wrapped in soft silk as red as your cheeks, your face bright for the excitement and your body covered by clothes as elegant as soft, moving and trembling...

Yes he is waiting you not only for the sweets eheheheh

Buddha comes to help you and takes the boxes, so he can even touch your arms, his long fingers sliding under the sleeves to tease your sensitive wrists and till the elbows.

A grin widens into his face when he sees you jolting and whining in surprise, and he giggles without any shame while you blush and, to not fall to his traps, slap his hand. "Behave yourself, man!"

He stays still for a second, surprised by the sound of these words, this language he hasn't heard for a long, long time, and then takes a deep breath before speaking again. He tries to contain what he is feeling right now, but he is dramatically failing. "Wo, who taught you this? I wouldn't ever imagine you to come out with this... surprise."

"Never underestimate me, little lotus."

"Little lotus..." He comes closer to you, covering you with his height. "It seems someone here needs to control the tongue, or..."

"You don't want to increase the heat, right? Not in public!"

Buddha laughs again, then gently takes your hand and drags you with him. "Let's go inside, then... we have a lot to speak about, and you still have to receive my present..."

You stare at him in the eyes, and can't help blushing again and even more: it is going to be a long night...

Congrats, you won over him, now deal with the consequences.

Bishamonten

This god is as stern as easy to surprise, and, in the right places and moments, even romantic to the point he can melt and soften like snow under a summer sun. But only with and for you.

So, even if he doesn't show it in public, Bishamonten is happy to spend Valentine's Day with you: due to his duties, he is not always by your side, and he feels sorry and bittered whenever he has to leave you, even if only for some days.

Every moment with you is treasured; every touch, kiss and act of devotion is intense, deep and soft at the same time. And an entire day and night by each other is more than a gift for both of you.

Bishamonten doesn't smile often, to be fair is rare to see his lips curving upwards; but when he sees you running towards him with your eyes sparkling in joy and the arms wide open, ready to close on his huge body and hug him with all the strength they posses, he can't help risking to lose control over himself.

To not fall under your spell in front of everyone (especially of the other Lucky Gods, who are already giggling and looking at you two with a knowing smile), Bishamoten precedes you into your bedroom and only here turns to you, ready to face your cuddles and adoration and to repay you with the same coin.

And he isn't bothered when you jump into his arms and hug his strong neck, proceeding to kiss him all over the face. The god lets you have your way with him and enjoy long, sweet moments, feeling proud and being (secretly) moved by how much you love and care for him.

Then, before resting, you sit up on your bed and smile at him, before kissing him on the forehead and handing him a drawing made by you. The god knows you are a skilled pupil of the Lady of Art and Knowledge Benzaiten, so he is expecting a great gift...

And it is, but actually the thing that surprises him more is not the drawing, but the words written on it.

"For the god who came out from my dreams...", he reads, before lowering his voice, "... You learned my native language..."

You blush a little, then the sweetest smile arises on your face. "Yes, I did. It is my real gift for you, for the lord of my heart. I have a lot to learn yet, but I am working hard, and..."

Bishamonten doesn't let you finish: he grabs you and lifts you into his arms, then presses the mouth on yours in one of the most passionate and intense kisses he ever gave you. You can hear his heart beating like a war drum, and yours matches the sound as soon as the heat of your lover fills your mouth and lungs, and you can't help moaning his name.

"You earned the blessing I am going to give you...", Bishamonten murmurs to your lips, before staring at you and lifting your soul to heaven.

Hurray, a great Fortune is going to fall upon you!

Sasaki Kojiro

Everyone knows that Sasaki is much smarter and more perceptive than he seems, so it is safe to say that he immediately realizes that you are up to something; however he does not investigate, waiting for things to show themselves.

Since Valentine's Day is approaching, he understands that your elusive and even suspicious attitude could be a surprise associated with it, and the thought already melts him: Sasaki is so humble that anything would please him and make him happy, even a simple flower, a kiss on the nose, a smile and a caress. He doesn't expect anything more, your love is more than enough!

However, he can't help but be more and more excited and curious like a child as the fateful day approaches and the moment of truth along with it.

To help you in your aim, he invites you to the place where you met, holding you close to him all the way to it and treating you with the sweetness and respect with which he won you over.

"If you're tired from walking we can stop, Y/N… you don't have to get tired to make me happy." Words calm, gentle and tender, as his fingers intertwine with yours or caress the back of your hand gently, his gaze full of adoration.

"Ahahahah, you are always so kind to me, Sasaki dear… who knows when we will be married, then! Will you crown me as a deity?"

Immediately, the samurai freezes and turns to stare at you, perplexed, eyes and mouth wide open; then an adorable blush covers his cheeks and he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N, Y/N…really, this is a nice surprise!"

You hug him tightly, then leave a kiss on his cheek. "I knew it would make you happy… and since you are the best soul a person could find and dream of, this is the least I could give you!"

Kojiro hugs you back, then buries his face in your hair and nuzzles his nose against it. "Well, at this point… why don't you sing for me? Your voice is so sweet, I would really like it…"

You blush and giggle, then nod. "I can try… but only if you give me a kiss."

You get ten kisses, one in a row.

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m3l-moony · 7 months

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Listen, listen... Every Confucius manga panel is beautiful and very cute, but why doesn't anyone talk about this one??!!!:

He says he can't raise his voice and two seconds later, he's trying to hide the fact that he's almost shouting; SOCRATES LOOKING AT HIM, PLEASE!!! I'm going to die laughing—

#record of ragnarok #snv confucius #shuumatsu no valkyrie

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riseofamoonycake · 7 months

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LULU!! How do you think snv characters would react to a s/o, usually not very into pda, kissing them in front of someone?? (Their friends) let me kiss confucius in front of the sages or of his disciples, in the name of the lord

Do what you want with it, pour all the love our sweeties deserve out!! Snv has amazing but so underrated characters :(

Awwwww! I loved it a lot, so I decided to take my time and let my fantasy go wild… hope you like the result!

A Kiss To Build A Dream On

Victims: Confucius; Bishamonten; Shiva

Warnings: none

Confucius

You snort once, and immediately after again, supporting your head with one hand to keep it from rolling to the ground from boredom. Once again you were deceived; once again you have fallen into the trap that Confucius wove with great wisdom, and now you find yourself in the middle of another long, slow meeting of philosophers, wondering why it always has to end like this: why the big eyes of the man you call husband convince you every time, why you always have to be weak in front of the bright smile with which he runs to you to greet you after five minutes of not seeing each other, why you melt in his arms and let your reputation as an inflexible and severe divinity falter. Damn it, just his voice makes you tremble, let alone seeing that ray of sunshine rush with the joy of children and knowing that he is doing it for you…

«Y/N! Come, Y/N, they want to meet you here!»

You curse to yourself for the umpteenth time, then barely raise your gaze to meet that of Confucius, enthusiastic as always as he jumps around you like a little bird and pulls you by the arm to get you up from the seat you call home for a few hours, and you dramatically throw your head back. «Confucius, my love, no…»

«Please! I promise I won’t embarrass you, I just want to introduce my heart to my friends!»

You look back at the human with half-closed eyes, then hint at a smile that could soon become a grin. «Hmmm… really?»

Confucius sweetly smiles at you when he sees you get up from the seat, he intertwines his fingers with yours while he gives you a light kiss on the cheek and then leads you with him, towards a group of people who are creating infernal chaos and who, obviously, can only be his friends.

«Here we are! So, I―»

This time, you are faster than the young man; and when you grab his face and trap his lips with yours, you feel him stiffen against you. Even if your eyes are closed, you know that Confucius is staring at you in disbelief and confusion, not understanding what is happening: his always strict love… kissing him in front of everyone? WHAT NEW IS THIS?

You smile at his reactions and deepen the kiss even more, letting go of his face to caress the nape of his neck and back, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing his body against yours, preventing him from running away. Oh no, Confucius will stay here with you now, you have captured him and you will not let him go before you have made him suffer everything you have in mind.

«Lov― love?», the philosopher murmurs, his eyes wide open and his face completely red, when you break away from his lips to let him breathe; and you laugh at his indescribably funny expression, then lick the tip of his nose. «Hmmm, you’re always so good⁓ I want to have more of it!», you comment, biting his cheek immediately afterwards and making him squeal. «Y/N! Not in front of everyone!»

«But Confucius, you are attracting everyone’s attention, just like you wanted❤️»

«It’s your fault!»

You laugh again, then lift him into your arms like a puppy and throw him over your shoulder. «Really? Oh my, I’ll have to make it up to you then! Come, let’s go think of a way to do this», you exclaim before turning, waving everyone goodbye and leaving the meeting with your prey in the clutches, triumphant.

Well, it seems like the day has taken a funnier turn now…

Bishamonten

«Benzaiten, I’m about to get angry! Watch out for yourself!»

«And what should I do about it? What do I have to do with your problems?"

«Listen to her! Come here, then, don’t run away!»

«Hey, do you want to be quiet for a bit, you two? You’ve been going on for hours, stop it!»

You raise your eyes from the cloak you are repairing and observe with a smile Benzaiten, Ebisu and Hoteison arguing and bickering with each other as usual, and then giggling as you notice the goddess leaving her two companions behind to go to Jurojin, quietly sitting in the middle of a meadow, jump around his neck to hug him and start tormenting him with a flower, chased by Ebisu’s curses and invectives. Since you have been with them, your days have become decidedly more lively: the quiet of the priesthood in the temple of the Seven Gods of Fortune is far away, the silence is an illusion that the arrival of the same divinities to which you were consecrated has taken away… and now, now there is a completely different existence before you. But for this, you only have to thank the divinity standing next to you, immobile staring at the growing chaos of the gods he leads, his gaze severe and inflexible. Dear Bishamonten… sometimes you feel compassion when you see him confront his gods and only temporarily put a stop to their screams; and sometimes you really can’t help but smile, always for the same reason. It is your family, after all.

Today, however, it is almost without realizing it that you make a movement to the side and sit closer to him, resting your head against his side and softly rubbing your cheek against it in an attempt to comfort him. Out of the corner of your eye you see the god turn his head and stare at you up and down with an indecipherable expression, and you purposely raise yours to meet his eyes and smile at him. The next second, without you knowing anything but only that you want it, you want it so much, you stand up and throw your arms around his neck, then leave a slow, long kiss on his lips.

At that same moment, all discussion ends and silence falls around you, and you have to make an enormous effort not to burst out laughing or stare at Bishamonten’s face, which is now stiffer than ever and has even stopped breathing, or that of the other divinities, petrified as they stare at you in the most unthinkable expressions. You don’t go back to your work, it is impossible now: you sit back calmly and wait for the world to implode, accepting everything that comes next, and you sigh as if you have just freed yourself of a great weight.

It is Benzaiten who takes care of bringing everyone back to normality, and she does it in a big way. «I want a kiss from Y/N too! Me too!!», screams the goddess, abandoning an astonished Jurojin to run to you and jump on top of you without thinking twice. You laugh and willingly fall under the body of your lady, who begins to kiss all over your face and hugs you tightly while bursting out laughing herself and complimenting you on the bold action, as well as adding comments of a less innocent nature; next to you, Bishamonten is still stuck in his immobility and doesn’t shake even when you caress his arm and smile at him with all the sweetness you are capable of, your face as red as he is. Since neither of you is the most open person in showing affection, especially in front of everyone, today’s gesture will need to be explained in private... and when the god gets up and turns to you, you can’t help but feel a familiar shiver take over your legs and make you look away while biting your lips.

A great fortune is about to come your way… perhaps.

Shiva

Rain, rain and more rain. The season you hate has come, and no one, not even the gods, can escape it. Damn.

«Are you cold, little lotus? Come here…»

You smile slightly as Shiva hugs you from behind, holding you close to his chest as if he wanted to incorporate you into it, and you half close your eyes as you feel his heart beating against your back and resonating within your own body. For a moment, the humidity and fearful weather move away from you, and even the sound of drops on the roof of the building breaks into a different melody, while the glass in the room instantly dries out and a ray of sunshine begins to make its way through the heavy cloak of clouds.

«Don’t choke Y/N, love!»

Parvati’s voice is as sweet as a caress and as gentle as her laugh, and it makes you smile more as soon as it reaches you; you also hear Durga giggling while Kali murmurs something in a whispering voice, then it is the Goddess of War who speaks again: «Dear, Shiva doesn’t leave you alone for a moment, eh? Honey, Y/N was supposed to be all for us today!»

In fact, you should have been alone with the god’s wives, because all four of you had decided to spend the day among yourselves, to talk and get to know each other more, since it wasn’t long ago that Shiva brought you in the palace and married you; but the Lord of Destruction decided otherwise and slipped into the room with his normal confidence, and now all his arms are wrapped around you and you couldn’t escape from him even if you wanted to.

«I don’t think I’ll ruin your day if I cuddle Y/N for a while! Come on, at least let me give you a kiss! Another one!»

You giggle as soon as you feel Shiva’s lips resting on your head and instinctively lean more against him, humming from the sweetness of feeling his mouth on you. You observe the world around you one more time, so you take his hand and, to his surprise, now you are the one leaving a kiss on it.

At that point, the god tenses his face to better observe what you are doing, and you catch him off guard again by raising your head and shooting upwards, so this time it is his mouth that is trapped by yours. The gesture surprises even yourself, because you usually don’t do any of these things in the presence of someone else, so you blush and quickly withdraw, biting his lip slightly and moving your gaze elsewhere.

«Hmmm… I like it! Do it again⁓»

You blush even more, and Shiva laughs in his deep, low, vibrant tone. Like a tiger, he remains motionless and awaits your movements before striking, but you only notice this when his hands open a little and free you, and his eyes narrow in a sly expression. «Oh, so the dove wants to play…», the god murmurs with a smirk when you take a step forward and detach yourself from his person, only to be followed closely by him.

Parvati, Kali and Durga don’t say anything, however they look at each other and smile with a knowing look, especially when you and Shiva start playing and you step back, your cheeks still red but from the excitement and the desire to tease him without, if possible, succumbing easily.

«You say, Great Shiva? Oh, how unfortunate», you murmur, changing angles and backing towards the door, glancing at his wives and grinning in response to their gazes.

Shiva is about to leap and reach you, but Parvati and Kali are faster and attach themselves to his legs, blocking him temporarily; Durga, on the other hand, opens the door in front of you, giving you a light push and patting your shoulder. «Run, Y/N, run with all your might! Don’t let him win!», she urges you while you respond with a laugh and start running along the corridors of the building, making the most of the advantage you have been given.

«Eeeh? Hey, this is unfair to your husband! We’ll talk about it later, my queens… but now, if you’ll excuse me, I have someone to hunt… Y/N! Y/N, where are you? Come on, don’t be so shy, your husband needs you!»

You chuckle in response, trying not to make too much noise, and formulate the next move in your plan. Who knows if Shiva will be convinced until the end that he is the hunter, or will he eventually begin to believe he is the prey…

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Hello are you taking request? If yes, can you please make a Poseidon x angel queen reader.

Don’t be Afraid!

👼Pairing: Poseidon x Angel Queen!reader (also Angel Queen!reader x Confucius)

👼Warnings: mention of violence, Poseidon is fooled (just a little) by the reader

👼Notes: I decided to make something a bit humoristic, but don’t be afraid, your favorite Tyrant of the Seas is fine. Maybe. Don’t expect to read of him being gentle and kind, this Poseidon is the proud, cold and cruel god we all saw in the canon. And he will get what is coming for him.

👼 For @midnightymel. Go, catch your baby and cuddle him.

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«I think this is a very special evening. Don’t you think… Great Poseidon?»

You are so beautiful, in your spontaneity and sweetness, that despite all his thoughts pointing elsewhere, the god cannot help but be fascinated by you. The Tyrant of the Seas has known so many goddesses, demigods and nymphs in his life, that he soon got tired of them, of their silly pretensions and smiles, of their faces all the same and without any attraction, not to mention their mania for attaching themselves to others: incapable of independence, maturity and seriousness, as well as intelligence…

But you, you are different: you are not a goddess, a demigoddess or a nymph: you are an angel, literally. Indeed, much more: you are their queen, the beloved Lady of the Heavens that legions, processions and entire orders of creatures venerate and acclaim. Your beauty is intense and particular, perhaps because of the small, white and soft wings that sprout from every part of you, enveloping you like a white cloak and opening like a crown around your body; perhaps because when you arrive, the light of the stars glides over your skin and into your large, serene eyes, and the enchantment of the evening is reflected in them as on the calm surface of the sea… or because you are good, genuinely, adorably good, without being weak.

You don’t seek the company of others and you know how to remain alone, you also desire it; and you are so noble in your light, so quiet in your words… Poseidon would never have said it, but that generous, lovable and sincere heart of yours, and that sweetest smile… he wants them all for himself. It is a thought that has followed him since he met you for the first time, during one of the divine councils that also involved the angels; it is a feeling that trapped him as soon as your eyes met and your face lit up, your hand raised to greet him kindly and the soft voice spoke, making him forget the constant muttering of Zeus and the rest of the council. You are a walking spell, the word Blessing has taken flesh in you… you are so intense that it is impossible to imagine, yet you exist.

And after having observed you on various occasions and without you realizing it, Poseidon has come to the conclusion that he doesn’t approve of only one thing about you: your attachment to humans. Why, why do you hear their prayers so fervently? Why are you always ready to help them, to rescue them, and do you love them with all your heart? Their imperfection is even more serious when compared to the glory you emanate… and despite this, you are always there for them, you don’t fail to look after them and stay with them in difficulty. Yes, that is the only thing the god doesn’t accept, and the reason why he is remained distant enough so far not to give hope to those big eyes of yours which, every time he appears, light up with interest and longing; but lately… lately, seeing you, things are changing for him too. And this is why the Tyrant of the Seas thinks of your figure even with subtle anger: you took away from him the perfection of completeness, the ability to feel extremely free and in need of nobody, and now every part of you promises him happiness only if you join. So, you condemned him: and you are still doing it, penetrating his mind like a sting and gnawing at his breath, enjoying tormenting him with a fixed thought of you. And at this point, all he has to do is do the same thing and drag you down from the height of your bliss to pay you back in your own coin: make you unable to think of a life without him.

You don’t know it yet, but soon you will leave your beloved sky to live at the bottom of the sea, where you will be uniquely, totally, his.

«Your beauty is equal only to that of the sea, Great Poseidon. How do you… look so magnificent and regal? Is it some secret lotion? A family gift?»

Obviously, when Poseidon sent you the message where he requested your presence, you immediately accepted; and you have chosen the most beautiful beach in the Mediterranean, its pristine and fragrant islands, to meet and spend some time alone, to get to know you better. The god didn’t bat an eyelid when he learned of your decision and the choice of place, and waited for you as agreed; he stared just for an instant as the evening sky suddenly opened up and all the stars flocked in as soon as the appointed hour came and you appeared like a dream, smiling so much it gave him a single slight shiver, so terribly, cruelly beautiful in your light blue robes, the same color as the deep sea. A single glance was enough to recognize that nothing in the world is as graceful and noble as you… with the exception of himself, or rather, of you two. Together.

As for you… since you arrived, you have done nothing but praise and touch him: arms, chest, chin, you still haven’t been able to keep your hands away from him. This is something new and strange for Poseidon, but in truth it doesn’t bother him much to be touched by you, because it is you; therefore, he doesn’t even comment when you cling to his arm and press your cheek sparkling with stardust against it, and your cloak of white clouds brushes his legs as if to embrace him. Your big eyes are wide open with euphoria and expectation, you can’t even stay still and so you start jumping, risking leaving the reins to the more playful part of you. «Won’t you tell me where you take me, Lord of the Seas? I chose the place, but now… now where do we go?»

He gives you a quick glance, then starts walking, almost dragging you with him. «You’ll see for yourself», he just murmurs, and you barely hold back a smile as you look at him and straighten your back, determined to show yourself at the height of your grace and composure. Poseidon’s little, if not non-existent, aptitude for conversation is known to the entire divine world without any exclusion, so you are not surprised by his silence; and in the end, his presence is enough for you. He is already doing a lot for you… and tonight is the perfect time to tell him. Yes, there is no better moment to let him know how happy you are to be in his company, by his side. You stare at him wide-eyed once more and are about to speak; but he gives you a quick nod, as if to tell you to look ahead, and your words die as soon as you see what awaits you.

«Great Poseidon… but… but this place cannot really exist! I’ve never seen it from the skies… is it under your protection?»

The promontory* on which the god brought you is enormous, yet the temple that stands here is so large that it takes up all of it; he dominates over it like a crown, controlling the deep blue sea and every light that is reflected in those waters, which become more and more with the night, and breaks in two the breeze that blows from the horizon. It is such a suggestive place that you slowly advance towards the tip of the promontory, enchanted and almost afraid to proceed: you do so only because Poseidon guides you towards the point where the ground ends up falling into the embrace of the waters. Behind you, however, there is the city to which the promontory belongs: the splendid Athens, which shines in all its architectural magnificence and together with the voices that manage to reach there, not at all extinguished by the ever-closer night; and obeying the silent wishes that wonder prevents you from expressing aloud, Poseidon satisfies you by taking you on a visit to all the cities that his power touches, making you spend an unforgettable night in their streets.

The god looks at you when he is sure you can’t return his gaze, and only with quick glances: but the vision of your delighted smile and eyes that observe everything with rapture fits well inside him, while a slight grin furrows his face. One day all this will be yours too, since you will be his queen and belong to him; and from that moment, your contacts with humans will only be these visits, because…

«Ah, now I remember! Tonight there will be a beautiful festival in China. It’s early now, but can we go later, Great Poseidon? I’ve always dreamed of seeing the Dragon Boats Regatta up close!**»

The Tyrant of the Seas is interrupted in the flow of his thoughts by your ringing voice and a dark shade of irritation just crosses his face; you don’t notice it, it is so quick, and he doesn’t comment negatively, returning to being the imperturbable mask ever. There is nothing wrong with making you happy tonight, so he doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t even deny you this desire and when the time comes, he lets you guide him along the roads of the world that lead to China, while time and the space cannot resist your stride and merge into one point. All this is fantastic in your eyes: now it is not about spending just one night in the company of Poseidon, but, technically, two, and you don’t miss the opportunity for anything in the world. This is why when you reach your destination and the sea is replaced by the body of the Blue River, already illuminated by endless torches and lanterns, you turn to Poseidon and smile warmly at him, then kiss the back of his hand: to all the effects, the first you give him. «Thank you, Lord of the Seas», you murmur as all the stars gather in your eyes, «thank you so much for all this.»

The god doesn’t answer, but inside his soul boils every slightest gesture and caress you give him, with the obsessive desire to receive more; but for this there will be time, everything he wants.

Walking a few steps away from them, made invisible by the fact that all eyes are pointed away from you, you look more and more at the humans who are gathering to watch the show and you smile openly: you love to see people so serene and happy, and if at least for one night an entire nation can forget the troubles of every day and let them sink into the river, so be it; could it always be, and there was less and less need for you and your comfort… just a little more serenity. For this reason, you giggle and stop when a group of young men suddenly cross the path between you and Poseidon, running like crazy and holding lanterns bigger than them, cackling with joy and enthusiasm. You smile, moved by their laughter, and step back to give them more space; but Poseidon…

It is the cold you suddenly feel next to you that alarms you; and when you move your gaze to the god, you slightly gasp noticing how dark and terrible his gaze has become, his pupils dilated and without light like the bottom of the sea, while he stares at the boys, who still haven’t moved from the road but continue to looking over their shoulder as if they were waiting for someone. You reach out and touch his arm to calm the anger that you feel flowing like a poisoned wave, but he grabs your wrist and squeezes it, then moves your arm away from him, lets you go and advances towards the group.

«Stop, Great Poseidon! Leave them alone, they’re not doing anything―», you chirp, chasing him with a worried look and a halted breath, but not fast enough to prevent the youngs from hearing him and seeing him coming; suddenly everyone fell silent, from first to last, crouching one against the other while the bulk of the god dominates them and his face scrutinizes them terribly. «Get out of the way, scum: you are on the path of a god», Poseidon intimates without moving a step: they are the ones who have to do it, almost crawling, and when you reach them you can do nothing but look for words of apology, without finding any to how much your tongue trembles from the sudden trembling that seized you. Even if he doesn’t want it, you grab Poseidon’s arm and attach yourself to it, forcing him to stay with you: even your wings get closer to him, ready to trap him if he wants to do something violent, and in the end you manage to speak. «Come with me, the way is clear now, let’s go…», you murmur, practically implore, while you drag the god away, still motionless and with his gaze fixed on those unfortunate young people, as if he wanted them to die of fear.

«Stay, stay! And I ask you to forgive me, it’s my fault: I was late… I suppose.»

You and the boys shift your gaze to the figure that has just appeared, and you remain amazed for a moment as you stare at the face with the delicate and sweet features of the man who comes forward, not much older than who was waiting for him but with a completely different posture: he has the aura of a teacher, yet you can also feel the energy and enthusiasm of a young boy, and this instinctively makes you smile. Your wings vibrate, sensing a strong feeling of sympathy, and you give him a gentle nod.

Those who at this point turn out to be his pupils, confirming this with the title with which they address him, give him an alarmed look and point to Poseidon, now staring at the road in front of him; but perhaps the young master does not take the warning given to him and approaches the god in a friendly way, to apologize for all the turmoil. However, you are quicker and stand between them, smiling at the human and spreading your wings to gently push him back and keep him at a safe distance.

In response… in response, he widens his eyes at your beautiful sky-colored feathers and takes your wing to stroke it, his mouth agape as he sees it move in reflex. «But… but these are real wings! Very soft and alive!», he exclaims, and you both giggle and blush as you feel the human’s fingers running over the feathers and touching them one by one. The sensation you experience is so pleasant that you have to make a considerable effort not to fall to the ground and roll around like a cat, completely conquered; and you risk losing control when the human looks at you and you exchange a smile, and he comes closer to you to observe you better, letting the glow emanating from you reveal your features in what becomes silence and contemplation. And as he stares at you with the large eyes full of enchantment, a thought crosses your mind and skin, making you frown for an instant: you have never seen that look in Poseidon’s face. It is true that the god has never looked at you for more than a few seconds, but that light…

«Who are you, my Lady? It is clear that I am faced with the most splendid and wonderful creature I have ever met, yet this face is new to me. Where are you from, and how long are you staying? Why are you so beautiful?»

You hesitate for a moment to answer, overwhelmed by the comments and the many questions: «I… I am…»

«Enough.»

Poseidon’s voice makes both of you jump, and you instinctively turn towards him as, with a jerk, he frees himself from your grip and pulls you away from him, then concentrates on the young and advances towards him. «Great Poseidon, no!», you scream, frightened; but this time not even your wings can stop him, because he grabs them and throws you back without any grace, bending and hurting even some feathers and eliciting moans of pain from you that don’t reflect at all the jabs you just felt in your heart.

Upon seeing this scene, the human looks at you and is about to say something as he snaps at you; but Poseidon’s kick stops him first, reaching him in the stomach and making him fall to the ground. The trident goes off before anyone can even see it, but it soon becomes a reality.

The human curls up on himself against the ground, his neck wedged between the prongs of the weapon and a terrified expression, while Poseidon leans towards him until he doesn’t even leave him room to breathe, his gaze so black like a full night, and sinks the trident even further into the ground as he presses one foot against his victim’s belly, exactly where he struck it. Perhaps not even the gods know what keeps him from screaming in pain, but somehow he manages to remain silent, perhaps anesthetized by fear.

His pupils move and scream, pale as dead, and you too are short of breath, an icy shiver running down your back and all your feathers rising in horror: then you clench your fists and gnash your teeth, feeling a mounting wave of fury and disgust. All of this is absurd, unfair and even unbearable to see. «That’s enough, Great Poseidon. The young man has learned his lesson, now let him go. There’s no need for this violence.» Poseidon doesn’t move a muscle, so you get closer and grab the shaft of the trident with one hand, while you lift the foot of the god with your leg to let the human breathe; then, your gaze is fixed on that of the Tyrant of the Seas. There are no more stars to animate him, only a darkness that can compete with that which lies in his gaze while you study him and the god locks you out of his soul, proud and contemptuous.

You close yours, and some of your light fades. A shadow stretches above you as the wings spread wide open and seem bigger, and greater in number. Flashes furrow your skin like waves, rippling it more by the second, and even your hands seem to change shape. Those close to you step back uneasily, perceiving the anomaly in progress, and their gazes rest on you. It’s happening. It’s happening, now it’s happening, now it’s happening… «Let him go. This is not a prayer, God of the Sea», you repeat, and your voice resembles the breath of the wind announcing a storm, «free the human.»

Poseidon remains motionless for a few more moments. «Disappear.» The trident springs back leaving deep red marks on the young man’s neck who, however, is now free, and the god moves, allowing the pupils to surround their master, lift him and support him while they drag him away as fast as possible, looking at each other shoulders to make sure neither of you follow them.

You watch the whole scene feeling your heart bleed, and when you turn your attention to Poseidon the sweetness of a few hours ago is completely gone. Your skin gives off warmth, it is almost impossible to be next to you; but the god does not feel it, because by now his mind is far from you. It always has been. «Was there really a need, Tyrant of the Seas?», you murmur, to then take a breath and raise your voice: «Answer at least this: did you enjoy yourself? Because otherwise you are such an incomprehensible creature, as well as cruel, that you deserve only solitude.»

Poseidon doesn’t even look at you, but grins slightly. «Unlike you, I know and follow perfection. I am perfection. I am a god, and I don’t need anyone… this is just a pleasure I’m doing you, and I’m even starting to regret it.» A break. «Our evening ends here.»

You shake your head and instinctively raise a fist, your anger now uncontainable. «That’s not how you treat your own creatures! What did you want to achieve? Why did you have to terrorize him?»

Poseidon closes his eyes, his expression disgusted. «My own creatures? Beings as despicable, lowly and hideous as humans cannot be creatures of a divine mind. If they were all to perish, the world would not be affected at all.»

You see the master’s pretty face before you again and shake your head in disagreement, crossing your arms. «Ah, so the gods create humans, abandon them to their fate and then also have the courage to complain about their actions and call them lowly… an intelligent and wise move, I must say.» You sigh, then bow your head and turn your back to the god. «I used to consider you regal and worthy of veneration, Great Poseidon… but now I see how stupid I was; I always am, but I thought I was right with you.»

The God of the Seas pierces you with a terrible look at hearing what you say and also what you don’t say, but he doesn’t comment or stay a moment longer. You wrap and squeeze yourself in your wings, sinking your face into them and listening to the Tyrant of the Seas move away and abandon you in the dark, in the silence. The chill you feel on your skin not even the hottest star could drive it away, nor could anyone appease the tears, the tremors and sobs that slide down your feathers and hover in the air like pitiful prayers.

And you know, when people who are too good get angry, a terrible revenge comes to life in their heart…

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«It’s good to see you so relaxed, Great Poseidon. Do you want something else?»

When you sent the invitation for a new evening, you didn’t expect any response: not after what happened in China, not with the unspoken words and invisible claws you exchanged; yet, the Lord of the Seas accepted and chose to meet you in your own palace, completely deserted for the occasion. Your angels have prepared everything to perfection, taking care of every detail and following your advice: you yourself have worked with them, closely following everything to give a worthy welcome to the god, to then wait alone for the arrival of Poseidon, well erected on the threshold of the celestial palace like a good wife waiting for her adored husband.

Obviously, the god didn’t make a single comment on the beauty of the rooms, on the light that fills them without hurting the eyes, on the care with which they are furnished and on the little stars and fluffy clouds that occasionally cross them to reach higher layers of sky; nor did he even look at your figure for more than an instant, dressed even more elegantly than for the first meeting, your beauty doubled by the knowing smile that furrows the graceful face and by the large crown placed on the hair, raindrops and moonbeams intertwined together to form a design so refined as to take the breath away. No, the Tyrant of the Seas doesn’t comment or observe for a long time, but from his posture and the rare expressive flashes you notice that he is enjoying everything, from the rooms to his guest, and that the events of that turbulent night have not affected him that much.

You are committed to spoiling him in the best possible way, guiding him towards the table and making him find the most exquisite foods and pure angel nectar, personally serving him and satisfying all the requests he has, without renouncing to caress him and pamper him with coaxing, little cuddles and a adoring gaze, even going so far as to bend down at his feet and rest your head on his knees when, after dinner, you lead him into a more secluded room and make him sit down on the splendid bench you have prepared for him, a hundred and more chandeliers with delicate blue light hanging over your head and the softest carpets ready to be walked on. Rubbing your cheek against his legs, you survey the room with a sweet gaze and soft sighs. «All this is done for us, Great Poseidon», you murmur, then roll your big eyes at him, «because you know, don’t you, that the third date will be our wedding?»

He says nothing, yet smiles with a slight expression of satisfaction on his face. You giggle back, then kiss his calf and bite your lips, getting down on your knees and take his hands in yours. «Great Poseidon… by now I know your ways and I accept them, but I want to ask you something; and please answer sincerely. Only to this question, I don’t impose anything else…»

The god remains silent again, however he looks at you tilting his head to the side, as if to tell you to continue.

«Here… you must know that you are the first to have stayed by my side for so long, apart from my angels of course.» You giggle, blushing. «I don’t know why, but I’ve never had much luck in love; you, however, may indeed be the exception. So I wanted to ask…” You thrust your face towards him, and the chandeliers cast their splendid light on you, joining your natural one and making it simply impossible to conceive, «Do you find me beautiful?»

Poseidon stands still for a moment, then caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, slowly. His face welcomes a slight smile, his eyes are all for you; his gestures are worth a thousand words, yet he satisfies you and answers the question: «Yes, you are. You are beautiful, Lady Y/N.»

«Do you really think that? Do you think I’m beautiful?»

The God of the Seas frees himself from your grip, but only to be the one who now takes your hands and pushes you to stand up, then wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him. You gasp as you crash against his chest and instinctively climb into his lap, and he brings his face closer to yours, turning the smile into a grin. This Poseidon is completely different from the one you have known before, and you can’t help but blush a little. Everything is so perfect…

«What’s going on… does my wonderful queen want to play with me? Are you testing me?», the god murmurs to you, squeezing you with greater strength and squinting as your hands begin to caress his sides, belly and chest, slowly rising and enjoying what they encounter, massaging and touching the muscles, stroking the skin again and again. Your wings envelop the whole bench and you two with it, building a soft wall that prevents anyone but you from enjoying everything; at this sight Poseidon takes your face and holds it still as he leans towards you and locks your lips with his in a long kiss, before attacking your neck and shoulders with his teeth as he tries to reach as much exposed skin as he can, with the clear intent of devouring you with kisses and bites.

You jolt and sigh, vibrating in every part of you and not depriving him of the satisfaction of hearing your muffled moans and breath increasing in speed; but greater satisfaction is about to fill you as your eyes become progressively clearer, which Poseidon cannot notice. «You’re making me feel really amazing, Great Poseidon…», you whisper as you claw his chest with energy, «but now the other me wants to feel the same too.»

Poseidon pulls his face away in surprise as your skin becomes so much heated it burns like a living flame, then he pushes you away from him, a sense of uneasiness in his chest as your light gradually increases, leaving intact only the smile, and the god is forced to close his eyes.

«Hmmmm, I didn’t think I’d have this effect on you. Don’t be afraid, Great Poseidon! Come on, look at me!»

Poseidon does so, obeying without really wanting to: the room is now filled with wind and light, everything seems to swirl and yet it is visible: and in its center… in the exact heart of the room, you…

You laugh ruthlessly when you see Poseidon almost leap onto the bench, overturn it and retreat while staring at you with a shocked expression, hit by the whips of air created by your wings: now he cannot escape you, not with more than three hundred eyes staring at him, preventing him from finding a refuge. «So, Tyrant of the Seas, Perfection of the Gods… do you like my true form? Am I not the pinnacle of Beauty?» You have a lot of mouths to speak: somewhere, in the perfect and huge globe of lights, infinite eyes, fire and countless wings that you really always were, they are hidden and laughing and laughing without being able to stop, ruthlessly demolishing the imperturbability of Poseidon. «You do not answer? Has my loveliness hit you to the core? Answer, don’t be so shy!»

The God of the Seas backs up to the wall closest to him, pursued by all your eyes and the voices that call and tease and prod him; and you savor the moment with total enjoyment, basking in the reactions of that arrogant and proud divinity, so blind as to not even notice how, struck by the light, your figure has always projected the shadow of your true form. Luckily you quickly changed your mind about him, yet you couldn’t avoid taking a small, harmless revenge against those who treated badly not only you, but also those you love and protect most. «You know, god, few humans really know the true form of angels: often we have to assume one similar to yours and theirs in order not to scare them to death, and get confused with you. Those who really see it will no longer be the same as before, and this can be a test: to prove their faith and your true nature, how much the promises you make are worth… and desires.» At this point you can’t help laughing again and within an instant you resume the appearance with which Poseidon met you, bringing everything back to how it was before the “surprise”. Your eyes, now two in number, are wide open, fierce and drunk with excitement, your teeth bared as if to attack, and you are no longer the sweet obedient princess that Poseidon wanted to make his own, but the empress that no one must never allow to hurt. «… And let me tell you, the human you despised so much beat you big time.»

Poseidon darkens his face, then grins contemptuously. «You… did you go to that bug?»

«Oh God, from my point of view the bug is another. Anyway, of course I went to him! I have been accompanied all over China for whole nights, by now I know the course of its rivers by heart! I love talking to humans, and Confucius is such an interesting and sweet little fellow!, and he never disrespects me. He didn’t take much offense at what you did to him, he is superior to violence: his words, arrogance and cruelty always come back to hit you harder…» You pick up the crown that fell to the ground during the revelation, and with an elegant movement you put it back on your head, «and he’s under my protection now, so he’s no longer a matter of concern to you. You should have seen him when I showed up in my true form!» You cover the face with your hands, blushing and giggling like a little girl with her first crush. «My, my, I’ve never been so revered and praised as in that moment, I guess he prefers that form more than this… aaaaah, humans really have something more⁓⁓»

Poseidon does not comment; slowly, his expression becomes stoic as always, even if you can perceive the annoyance that throbs under the skin. Not that it affects you in the slightest, though. «Stay with your human and enjoy him as long as you want», is his bored answer, «the scum go with the scum. I have no need for pity by my side, nor for you.»

You make a fake sad expression when you hear that word trying to hit you ― imperfect ―, then shake your head. «I guess there won’t be a wedding, then… too bad», you mutter, before shrugging and sighing heavily, «I’ll get over it. Happy return to your sea, Great Poseidon… and beware of humans.» Without adding anything more, you stand and watch Poseidon turn his back on you and walk away in disdain, leaving you alone in your palace.

This time, however, you breathe deeply this silence and the darkness that descends as soon as you turn off all the chandeliers and only the stars remain around you, and smile: you are free, serene and imperturbable… and also late for your real appointment. «See you next time, Great Poseidon», you murmur with an enigmatic smile, «I look forward to seeing your face whenever I appear to you in my true form. We’ll have so much fun together⁓»

Congratulations, Poseidon, you traumatized Confucius. Now go in a corner and stay there in punishment until I say otherwise, you bully.

* The promontory referred to is that of Cape Sounion, where there really is what remains of a huge, splendid temple dedicated to Poseidon.

** The festivity really exists, and one of its names is Dragon Boats Festival, with races and regattas of these boats with carved prows (in the shape of a dragon).

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