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NOW LOADING. . . YOUR FIRST MEETING

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✎ the daughters of aphrodite begin their stories OR where the goddesses of love find their one true lover in your first life ✎ yandere!goddess!pinks x fem!reader

disclaimer: This is not in any way shape or form a representation of Jisoo, Jennie, Rosè, Lisa, or Blackpink as a whole. All reactions, actions, thoughts, words, and general emotions are fiction and created by me. The behavior shown in these reactions is toxic and unhealthy, but fantasized romantically for simply that, fantasy. None of this should be taken seriously or sought after in real life, or performed. please do not romanticize this behavior/mindset in real life as it is unhealthy and toxic, and if you or anyone you know is in such an environment, should be taken out of immediately. Again, this blog is purely fiction, and all acts taken place in this blog should remain so. ↳ None of my characters, yandere or otherwise, will ever nor would ever perform, act, or consider sexual activities of any sort without consent. full stop. Any and all sexual acts are done with the full consent of all parties taking place. i will never, ever, ever write otherwise or even consider writing otherwise. ↳ some AUs for the yandere!blackpink reactions will be based on other folklore/mythology. (yandere!goddess , etc) these reactions will not be accurate to the true mythology/folklore but rather variations and adaptions made to assist the reaction/world of the reaction.

warning⁽ˢ⁾ ! ⤷ manipulative behavior / profanity / yandere themes / unhealthy obsession / possessiveness / abuse of power / inaccurate mythology references (i tried my best) / sorta love at first sight but not really / mentions of war / mentions of poisoning / mentions of death

⤷ heyyy so this is really long lol I'm so so sorry - daisy

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"But think of the damage they will cause!" Zeus argues from his throne, glancing around at the other eleven Olympians, who all seem to be arguing against him in some form. "We all know what they are already capable of, even with the restrictions put on them, and now you wish for us to freely grant them their full, unrestrained, power?"

"Of course, we know, Husband, but we can't hold this off for eternity." Hera sighs, toying with her staff, annoyed at her husband's stubbornness. "Even if we have the power to, it creates a nuisance for us every time their fated one dies and we must hide their reincarnation. All of the elaborate schemes to hold off the inevitable, aren't we simply being foolish?"

"Foolish?" Zeus bellows as Hera says the word, yet the goddess queen simply sends her husband an unimpressed look. "You dare—"

"Brother," Hades interjects before his brother's pride causes the argument to remain at a standstill for another century. "Hera is correct. No need to act so proud."

"How could you say that after what you must deal with now? With this ongoing mess created by your sons?"

"Yes, they've created many messes for me. I even feel little shame now sneaking into the Asphodel Fields to find the wrongly punished souls of their love rivals." The death god leans back into his throne, sharing the annoyed feeling in the room, directed at his youngest brother. "Don't interrupt me, brother. Listen to what I am saying."

"My sons are possessive by nature. They are chaos bringers by nature. That much we have always known. But it would be ignorant to believe that our restriction of not only their powers but of their lovers has had no bearing on their actions, if not the main force behind their actions."

"And what do you mean by that?" Zeus' eyebrows furrow deeper, the lines on his face becoming stronger.

"It's quite simple, Father." Athena steps into the conversation finally, bored of how long this has taken. "We didn't realize back then how much of a mistake locking their emotions would be. As we've seen with Uncle's own sons, their powers are mastered and they care very little for the outcome of receiving what was held back of it. But their lovers? It's quite obvious that they had grown restless without them, and would sacrifice anything for them."

"Now, they are the Sons of the Underworld and their personalities weren't already inherently possessive and obsessive, like the Daughters of Love. But look at how they turned out. So before we are doomed to an even bigger mess than we all already know this will be, release them!" Athena's voice bounces off the walls at the end of her speech, and Aphrodite sips the wine in her hand, courtesy of Dionysus.

"What of you? You are their mother and you have yet to speak." Zeus faces the goddess as she passively sips her blood-red wine, unfazed at the argument.

"I have spoken of this many times, in fact, I've grown quite tired of speaking of it." Aphrodite sighed, handing her empty glass back to Dionysus before righting her posture and adjusting the jewelry she wore. "Although, if only to make you quit your dawdling, I will repeat my sentiments once again. Luckily, the other Olympians are much more sensible and have voiced most of everything but I will say it as well."

"You are afraid that they will make the same mistakes you did, and that we will enter another age of heroes in this new, modern day. However, they are unable to love anyone other than their fated ones Even if they should choose not to choose them, they are unable to love another. But, as we all know, even with their limited knowledge, of their fated ones hidden in the past, they choose them. The only mistake being made is you dragging this on and on."

Zeus begins to turn red in his face at the calm insults the goddess spoke towards him, whilst Hera hid a smile behind her hand. Ares, on the other hand, was much less composed breaking out into loud chuckles, once again cutting Zeus off from throwing a tantrum.

"So we all agree! Wonderful, let's wrap this up now then!" Athena looks at her brother with a disappointed stare, unsurprised by his lack of decorum in front of the King of Olympus.

Zeus sits back with a sigh, finally resigned to the argument. "Fine. Aphrodite, go seek the Oracle as that is where I have hidden the identities of their fated ones. Brothers, join me as we form the key to their shackles."

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Aphrodite hums as she walks through the field of her eldest daughter's domain, taking in the lovely scenery. All of the gods and goddesses had beautiful domains, from Persephone and Hades' Underworld castle to Zeus's Heaven Abode at the top of Olympus. But perhaps she was biased to see her daughters as the most beautiful, with the domains encapsulating exactly who they were, with the added bonus of being completely connected with each other, ensuring her daughters were never too far apart.

Jisoo's Endless Forest Abode, is a wonderous, seemingly never-ending expanse of land filled with large, towering trees, both from the human plane and Fae types, followed by large expanses of fields filled with wildflowers galore. And all around the lands were plants gifted from fellow gods and hybrids created from the Fae's experimentation.

And standing proud in the center of it all, Jisoo's cabin-like castle.

Its wooden exterior was built from the strongest trees, gifted by Demeter, built from blueprints gifted and watched over by Hephaestus, even though his original displeasure he had for his stepdaughters, which he soon got over. Its interior is a grand cabin-like home, perfectly suited to her daughter and decorated with marks of the time she's spent with both gods and humans.

The grass tickles Aphrodite's feet as she nears the home, smiling at the birds fluttering through the trees, encouraged by the dryads nearby.

"Jisoo! My dear, are you home?" The Olympian calls out as she nears, smiling when the grand doors open to reveal her daughter.

"Mother!" Jisoo smiles brilliantly, her gorgeous lilac dress floating around her with the gentle breeze blowing through. "I wasn't expecting you. I thought there was a meeting on Mount Olympus."

"There was, in fact, I just came here after its conclusion. Something I'm sure you will be more than happy to hear of." Aphrodite reaches her hand out, tugging her daughter out. "Walk with me for a moment."

Jisoo's smile falters as she falls in step with her mother, bare feet padding through the soft grass. "Has something happened? Are we required on Olympus?"

"No, although I believe you will be pleased with what has happened." She turns, pulling her to a stop she they can properly discuss. "Zeus has finally agreed to allow you and your sisters' freedom from your shackles."

Jisoo's eyes widen and tears begin to line them as the news passes through her. She was finally being released, she would no longer long for one whom she had never known. No longer would she have to find a semblance of comfort in another, desperate to feel what was taken from her. She was finally being granted you.

"...Really?" Her voice is breathy as she asks, hands shaking with anticipation.

Aphrodite pulls out a key, golden in color and humming with power.

"Really." She goes to unlock the cuffs before pulling back, almost flinching from the glare her daughter sends her as she does. "Once I do this, I need you to swear to listen to everything I need to say before you leave on your search. I know where she is, and I will tell you, but there is more you will need to know."

"I swear, Mother. Please." Jisoo watches carefully as her mother brings the key to her wrists, the key sinking through the gold as though it was made of water before pulling out and the shackle turns to golden clouds. It floats off her hand, exactly like the ones above her head as the second shackle follows.

Jisoo staggers back as she feels it, sinking into her skin the way the bracelets once sunk into her wrists.

Power.

Unrestrained, complete power. The ichor in her veins hummed as her emotions intensified, magic swirling within her collecting in her chest and pressing, begging to be released. To have her gain control of the lovers below.

Jisoo was not unfamiliar with the feeling of power, of its strength, of its weight. But she had never felt power like this. And then she finally felt the full brunt of it.

The longing in her gut, for you. She had to have you, had to find you and hide you away so she could never lose you again. She missed you, without ever knowing you.

And she loved you, before she even knew your name.

Aphrodite's voice brings her out of her revelation, revealing to her that she had fallen to her knees in front of the goddess. Jisoo gazes up at her as she speaks.

"I know, but now you must listen. Because there is much more that you must know."

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Jennie's pearlescent, underwater castle is where Aphrodite goes next. She wades deeper into the large ocean, falling under the waves and going deeper still, the rising sun creating a dappled path for her toward her daughter's home. Moon Jellyfish gather more and more as she grows closer, her daughter's animal counterpart, beautifully ethereal creatures. Glowing and gentle appearances as they float, with soft stings that feel like dangerous kisses upon one's skin rather than attacks, protected fiercely by her daughter and in turn, all of the creatures of the ocean.

A giant octopus peers out from behind a boulder, watching the goddess as she drifts closer to her daughter's home, its body slowly morphing to match the color of the rock. A small school of clownfish swims by, brushing the goddess sweetly before surrendering to the currents, and a sea turtle flows in the same current a slight way above.

"Jennie! Come out, my darling!" Aphrodite calls out and the mother of pearl doors open, the second eldest of the four rushing out of her home.

"Mother! What are you doing here?" Jennie smiles wide, and her cheeks become round like the dumplings she and Chaeyoung would share in the evenings of every Thursday. "Are you alright? Everyone was saying the meeting in Olympus was going badly."

Aphrodite's lips twitch as a bloom of small moon jellies floats by her. "Who was saying that?"

"Well, I was at Lisa's palace this morning since I needed some fresh volcanic flower ash —long story— and some spirits were talking about how thunder could be heard rumbling even from deep in the mountains. Has something happened? Should we be preparing for something?" Jennie glanced at the gates around her home, wondering if she would again need to improve their defenses.

"No, my dear. Well, not for war at least." The goddess is quick to reassure her daughter, opening her hand to show the key that she holds. "Rather, you should be preparing for a different type of journey."

Jennie's eyes locked on the key, the realization shocking her, a joyous noise clawing at her throat, holding back the hope blooming in her chest. Yet she made not a noise and for a moment it seemed the rest of the ocean quieted. Silenced as the young goddess anticipated her mother's explanation, an explanation she already knew.

"Zeus has finally agreed. You, along with your sisters will finally have freedom. You will finally have it, your power, your love."

Jennie goes numb, she didn't even know what she was feeling. Joy? Restlessness? Vindicated? Impatient? The millennia that had passed with that damn curse on her wrists flashed before her eyes as her legs collapsed. Aphrodite watched, amazed at the similarity between her and her elder sister.

"Hurry," Jennie begs her mother, standing abruptly to offer her wrists to her. "Hurry Mother. Please, free me."

Aphrodite smiled holding Jennie's hand instead, to ask her what she would ask each of her daughters. "I will, I swear to you, you will never be chained again. But first, my child, you must swear something to me. I need your word that you will uphold what I am about to ask of you."

"I swear. Whatever it is, simply say it Mother, I swear it to you." Jennie's eyes are solemn and heavy with the honesty shown through desperation.

"I know where she is. Yes, she." Aphrodite starts, holding up a hand to stop her daughter from asking more. "I will tell you everything, but understand that it is much more complex than it seems. So swear to me, when I unlock you and tell you where she is before you leave on your search, listen to everything I must tell you. Everything."

"...I give you my word." Jennie nods, understanding the deadly serious undertone in her Mother's words.

The key lowers, and upon contact with the shackle on Jennie's right wrist, it sparks, like flint to stone. A fire blooms under the water, scaring the marine life that surrounds the two goddesses. The bright lights burn Jennie, yet the determination the goddess feels numbs it until she can only sense the slight tickle of the flame. This pain was temporary, and she would heal anyway. The second shackle burns away and it hits her.

It courses through her, fire in her veins filled with gold and for a moment Jennie melts under the heat. Maybe that pain wasn't temporary, maybe it was stronger than she thought. Maybe she loved the feeling of it, of the power she now had in the palm of her hands.

Jennie thought she knew the true power of love. Even when she did not have her full control she thought she knew. She'd seen the wars over time, the eras born from them, she'd seen destruction but now she knew. She had never really understood it, not until now. If she wanted, a flick of her finger could cause the end of the world. She could blink, and destroy life as it was, making everyone tear each other apart.

To control love, was to control power itself.

The fire sinks in further and melts away everything, and Jennie is left with only you.

A you that she can't even picture, you she knows nothing of. A you she loves with her whole immortal heart. A you that she craves to touch, to hold, to please. She wants to know what makes you smile, and what your smile looks like. She wants to be the one to make you smile, at her only.

She wants you.

"Mother..." Jennie stares at Aphrodite and the goddess is shocked at the change she sees in her eyes. "Tell me everything. Tell me where she is. Let me reach her."

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Flying was not one of Aphrodite's favorite pastimes. Hephaestus had crafted her an enchanted chariot to help lessen her disdain, given how often she must spend in the clouds to go to Olympus, her daughter's home, or even her own. And yet, even as she stands in the enchanted gold steed. Aphrodite simply preferred using her magic to appear where she was needed, flying was much too tedious. But appearing in her daughter's home was much too difficult, given that the palace itself was made of clouds that would only solidify to marble if Chaeyoung willed them so.

But the skies were beautiful, as always. Even gods find the world within clouds to be a form of beauty only found when one can truly float weightlessly amongst them. If only it wasn't so damn messy. Aphrodite didn't know how her daughter made it seem so elegant and charming. Instead, the goddess was fighting her own hair and ducking at any bird that came just a little too close. It's when Aphrodite is ducking low in the carriage to hide from a flock that flew nearby that she hears the flapping of large wings.

"Mother, are you having some trouble?"

Aphrodite twists around, being met with her daughter and her cocky smile as she flies alongside the chariot casually, the wings on her back allowing her to hover leisurely.

"Don't be smug." Aphrodite scolds, yet the bite of it is taken away as she lowers more when a bird swoops low quickly. "You shouldn't laugh at your mother."

"I'm not...laughing." Chaeyoung grins as she speaks, clearly holding back her giggles. "Maybe a little."

"Maybe a lot. Brat." Aphrodite goes to stand, immediately ducking down again as another bird flies by. "Why are there so many birds?"

"It's migration season, Mother."

"Well, hurry up and make your castle appear!" The elder goddess glares at her daughter who leisurely waves at the passing flock. Chaeyoung points ahead with a crooked smile on her face. "It's been right in front of you this whole time. See you inside!"

Aphrodite's chariot lands on the clouds that make up the 'front lawn' of her daughter's now marble castle as Chaeyoung's cloud-like wings float away. The Goddess of Desire smiles as she grabs her mother's hands, pulling her inside the grand home.

An aura floats into the living room as the goddesses sit, offering to bring some wine or fruit, but Aphrodite quickly shuts her down, leaning forward in her chair.

"My dear daughter, we have something of the utmost importance to speak of." She turns to the aura. "Please ensure we remain undisturbed for the remainder of our conversation. You are dismissed."

The aura bows before leaving, closing the doors as she goes. Cheayoung stands up, beginning to pace as she assumes the worst. She always was quite paranoid. "What happened? Has one of my sisters been injured? No, I'd know if they were, I'd feel it too. Have they been punished for something? Zeus is always too harsh with us..."

"Alright, stop before he smites you. That's not it, it's good news." The goddess holds up the key, the celestial gold feeling lighter without the burden of two locks. Only two more were left, the lock made of earth, and the lock made of water.

She pulls away the key quickly as Chaeyoung reaches for it. "Ah, hold on! If you touch it it'll burn you, permanently. I have to be the one to do it."

"Mother, I love you but I've waited an eternity for this, so please pardon me," Chaeyoung breathes out harshly, chest rising and falling as though any semblance of breath has left her. "Hurry up!"

Aphrodite lets out a 'tsk'. Lalisa was the only one more paranoid than her, but Chaeyoung was definitely the most impatient in life. "I will, I swear. But I made your other sisters promise me this before I unlocked them, and now you must swear it to me as well."

"Mother, please!" Chaeyoung starts, quickly stopping as Aphrodite glares at her. "I'm sorry. Please, continue."

"I know everything. Where she is, how to find her, who she is, everything. But this situation is complicated and will take some explaining. So before you go ravaging the Earth looking for her, you must let me explain everything, calmly."

"I swear, Mother. I do." Chaeyoung holds out her wrists after swearing, although completely earnest in her promise. The key meets her shackle, and the one on her right wrist crumbles to dust, falling through the solid marble floor to meet the earth down below. The second one follows and Chaeyoung crumbles to her knees with it.

Much like her other sisters, Chaeyoung was immensely powerful. Being a god of love guaranteed it, as love conquered all, being good or evil didn't matter, if you controlled love, you won. She always saw it as that, an eternal game of chess where she could do whatever she wished. She could change her pawns or her colors, or even make new ones at the flick of her finger. But now, now she could create a whole new chessboard. She could destroy whatever or whoever she wished, she controlled it all anyway.

The power she held? She could do anything. She could bend the cosmos simply on a whim.

And you. Her perfect, perfect lover, destined for her heart and soul. She could do everything for you. She will do everything for you. You belonged to her and she would find you, make you hers. She could bend the cosmos for you if only to make you smile.

"Where is she? Please, Mother, tell me."

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Volcanoes were surprisingly peaceful. Many humans found volcanoes terrifying and viewed them as destruction in physical form. With its walls made of hardened magma, enclosing the molten lava within. Lava that could burn down an entire city, and melt even the hardest of stones, or spread and create new land, much like Lalisa herself.

But volcanoes were peaceful in a way only gods could understand, and survive. Heat that envelops everything, and creates a silence that can't be found elsewhere. Rivers of magma and waterfalls of lava rush, a sound eerily similar to real waterfalls. Volcanoes were an oasis of fire, perfect for an immortal home.

Aphrodite walks barefoot across the moat of lava to reach the large stone castle within. Volcanic flowers bloomed around the castle, untouched by the burning lava that trailed down the sides of the walls. Fire spirits rose from the pool of magma, entering the palace as some left, hurrying to accompany Aphrodite.

The goddess steps onto the hardened magma in the center of the volcano, smiling as the gates of the palace open before her to reveal her youngest daughter running out.

"Mother! You're here!" Lalisa smiles widely as she calls out, colliding with the goddess in a tight hug. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence? You hardly ever leave Olympus, much less to visit here."

"My apologies for that, darling daughter." Aphrodite smiles sheepishly as she apologizes. "However, I do return to you bearing gifts."

The golden key, now feeling extremely light, is revealed to Lalisa, and she seems to freeze in place. Not only her, the spirits all stop, staring at the elder goddess and the simple key she held. A key that could finally turn the lonely volcanic home, slightly less lonely.

"Mother, is that..." Lalisa trails off, scared to fully say what she was thinking, scared of the hope building in her chest. Scared of how fragile that hope had become after all this time, she couldn't handle another rejection.

"It is. It's real this time."

Lalisa blinks. Once. Twice. Three times. She'd been waiting for this for so long, and now it was here. Her freedom. Her chance to find you.

Lalisa loved her volcanic home, she spent most of her time here instead of the mortal world, unlike her sisters. She craved her solitude. But oh, how she wished even more to have that solitude with you. Someone she knows will fit next to her like the final puzzle piece. Someone she knows she will love forever, and never let go. Not when she'd finally have you in her arms, all to herself. Wordlessly, and with bated breath, Lalisa holds out her wrists, the fetters glinting innocently in the light of the lava within the walls.

But instead of a golden key a hand covers her wrists, and she looks up to see her mother smiling at her. "Wait just a moment. I have more to say yet."

An unpleasant glare falls across the young goddess's visage, but she holds her tongue. She gestures for her mother to continue, but the tick of her jaw alerts the goddess of her daughter's impatience.

"Fret not, Dear. I only have a few more things to say." Aphrodite smiles passively. "I require an oath from you, my child. Swear that you will listen to me, and heed the words I speak to you. Swear that when I release you, you will wait until I have finished my say. For I can swear to you that I can assist you in your quest. I can give you everything you need to know, who she is, where she is, everything. But there is more to this than you know, and you must swear that you will let me explain it all to you."

"I swear, Mother. I swear it all. So please..." Lalisa's voice trembles as she says the soft plea, her words quick, willing to say anything if it meant she'd have you.

Aphrodite smiles and gives a nod, whispering a pleased, "Good girl."

The goddess of love brings the key to her youngest daughter's wrist, letting the key graze against the first shackle, the metal conforming into water. The celestial gold drips off her wrist as Lalisa shakes with the power entering her bones. She wonders for a moment if this was how she was always meant to feel before Zeus decided to meddle. And as she falls to her knees, already vibrating with power, her mother's unfazed demeanor sends a shock of fright to her. Had her sisters done this too? Would she be crushed before she could do anything else?

The second fetter melts away and Lalisa has to clench her teeth tight to keep from screaming out. A low, keening groan still sounds deep in her thoughts as she feels the immeasurable burn of power entering her.

Lalisa recalled the time she fell into the lava pool, her immortal skin blistering immediately and the magma scalding her over in a kiss meant for death. Though it was painful, terribly so, she remained unharmed, the burns healing and pain fading. This power felt like that. Except, Lalisa knew the pain would never go away, for she could already feel herself beginning to crave more. To enjoy its sting as it settles comfortably into her.

And then the thought of you crossed into her mind, and though she knew nothing of you, she knew that she'd never forget you. She craved you, she didn't know you, she had no glimpse of your memory or your presence but she craved you all the same. She would fight the entirety of Olympus for you, and she would swear that too.

"Tell me what you will, Mother."

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Aphrodite sighs, helping her stand before beginning the walk to enter her daughter's magnificent home. Her jaw clenches and unclenches, anxious to hear her mother's words but understanding her mother's less-than-kind temper when rushed. But as her mother sends for some cherry blossom tea, she can't stop the whine that leaves her lips.

"Mother!" The annoyed tone of her daughter's voice causes the Olympian Goddess to send her a harsh look.

"Patience, child. Cultivate it now, for you will need much soon." Aphrodite nods at the nymph who brings the heart-tinted liquid, its steam rising up in a soft wisp. The young goddess adds honey to her own and breathes cool air as her mother takes a long sip of the burningly bitter tea.

Aphrodite waits as she sips, leaning back into the cushion before beginning. "Do you remember how those shackles ended on your wrists?"

The younger goddess nods, but is barely a vague memory of 1,000 years ago in her head. "The important parts."

"Not enough." Aphrodite's immediate response causes the younger to shrink into her own cushion. "For you to understand what I am about to tell you, you must remember it all."

"Yes, Mother."

"1,000 years ago, when you and your sisters became destined with your powers and fate as young demigods, Zeus grew wary that you would repeat the mistakes he made. Future goddesses of love, your demigod powers already strong, it clouded his judgement. So on that day, when the four of you were granted immortality, he gave you those bracelets when I did not see. Tricking into wearing them I did not see, and leaving you with a curse created by the fates."

"Yes, but you just removed them. The curse is over." The young goddess says placatingly when the sky rumbles, laying her hand on her mother's arm, but the storms do not clear in her eyes.

"No, my darling girl, it has just begun." Aphrodite looks away in shame as she speaks the truth. "You see, Zeus had become so scared that he made a deal with the Fates. He would not stop your destined journey, but he wished to make it a bit...difficult."

"Yes yes, I can never truly feel love unless it's with my destined one."

"No, that was the curse I placed upon you, in hopes that you will never experience the tragedy of eternity without a true love."

The young goddess sits straight in shock, never hearing of this before. But before she can speak Aphrodite continues.

"But Zeus's fear turns him cruel. Your love, Y/N, will only be yours in their second life." Aphrodite breathes out before explaining. "You will go to meet them, but the Fates are wicked, and Zeus was unfair. You will witness their death, feel their soul leave your grasp, and fly away after you begin to truly love them regardless of fate. And you will be unable to save them."

Ceramic shatters on the floor as the young goddess stands. Anger is barely contained in her shaky voice as her domain outside begins to morph with her fury. "What do you mean by that, Mother? I do love them already, with everything in me."

"No, you do not. You do not know love, not yet."

Fear strikes the younger goddess as she speaks her next question. "What do you mean I will lose them? I cannot, I will not lose them. If I must swim the Styx to keep them I will."

"You will find them again! Do not act rashly. Zeus simply cursed you to lose them once. A cursed tragedy before your blessed eternity."

[KIM JISOO]

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"You will find her in her first life as Y/N, the handmaid to the third daughter of the king of Goryeo. You shall enter her life as you wish, and your storyline may change as you will it, however, you will enter it as a demigod only. Your power, in that life and every other, will never affect her, but everyone and everything else is how you wish."

"I have just received my full power and you wish to restrain me yet again?" Anger shook Jisoo's voice and the flowers growing pleasingly around the area began to wilt as if in fear. "I will lose my power, my strength, and then I will lose my love?!"

"Peace, child, you may return to the timeline of the gods whenever you wish, but you may not bring her in that life. It is how the Fates spun your thread." Aphrodite winces as she speaks, as though she didn't even believe it herself. A crystal hourglass appears on the table with a wave of her hand, sand that appears more like stardust at the bottom, gleaming softly.

"When you are ready, flip this hourglass and your time will start. You will appear in her time, in your demigod form." Aphrodite takes a breath, hesitant in her next sentence. "When the last of the stardust falls, the glass will fade away and so will your fated one's life. Destiny will take its course, and the story will end."

She places her teacup down and stands, "Go when you're ready, and I'll be here when you come back."

Jisoo gives a small smile to her mother as she leaves, before hesitantly reaching for the crystal. Her fingers turn the glass, and as the first of the stardust falls, Jisoo fades away with it.

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Jisoo blinks her eyes open on a bed, within a grand room fit for a princess. Not quite her taste, as she was more than a mere princess, but it would do for now. She notes, disappointedly, that the hum of power in her veins has quieted back to how it was when she was a demigod.

She stands, recognizing the all too human feel of her head spinning, placing her bare feet on the ground. She hadn't felt such mundane symptoms for over a thousand years, and her mind remained disoriented longer than Jisoo would ever be willing to say out loud; her pride would never allow it. She spots the hourglass that simply moments ago rested on an oak table in the land of the gods, but now it was a tapestry on the wall, glimmering incandescently in an odd light. Jisoo could feel the power emanating off of it, and she was sure that if she asked anyone else, they would not see the sheen on the canvas, or feel anything weird.

Jisoo realizes with a start, that she had forgotten how to be a demigod, she had forgotten how to be human at all. Being a goddess for so long, she had never had to think of the life she once led.

"My lady!" A maid rushes into the room Jisoo is in, bowing deeply in her flustered state. "You must hurry, it is the Empress!"

Jisoo can't move for a moment, too absorbed in every new emotion and reaction she is feeling. In a matter of mere moments, she had been reverted to a mere mortal (half-mortal, but that was equally terrible to her) and, much more impressively, met you.

She's left at a loss for words, not understanding how she could have never noticed you from her all-seeing perch in her heavenly abode. She knows, of course, her mother had explained it well, but now that she was near you Jisoo couldn't imagine ever not being there, nor could she grasp the concept of not noticing you, in your addicting presence. You had an aura, much like the gods and goddesses, but dissimilar all the same. You radiated something akin to power, yet stronger. It was an aphrodisiac to the daughter of Aphrodite.

Love, you radiate love. Pure, true, fated love.

"My lady, please!" You're crying out once again, taking Jisoo's frozen state as her being in shock. "You must hurry!"

Jisoo's mind puts together the pieces slowly, muddled in such a mortal way. It takes her moments to understand her part in your world, hoping that you just brush it off as her being startled. And you seem to.

"What has happened?" Jisoo asks you as she heads out of the room, waiting for you to lead the way.

"She was poisoned. The Emporer's guards are already searching for the suspect, but just in case it is too late, I was instructed to bring you to her." You reply, feet moving quickly. You walk faster than Jisoo can in her heavy dress, but she does her best to keep your pace.

It was odd, she could feel herself being pulled toward you even as you walked mere steps in front of her. So this was what she was missing for thousands of years.

Zeus would know her rage soon enough, Jisoo decided.

You step aside next to a door, beckoning Jisoo in. Much to the demigod's annoyance, you shut the door behind her, leaving you out of the room. Jisoo is gestured to a seat, and her mind fills in the blanks of the people in the room. The Crown Prince and the spare, the two princesses, and now Jisoo, the third. The Empress lays upon a bed, her skin a sickly pale shade, her lips turning darker grey by the second. Jisoo can feel the presence of death around her, she knows Thantos will be close by to take the woman's soul; the Empress would not live past tonight. Death had never been her forte, and Jisoo didn't care enough to figure out exactly how long the woman would live for, but the idea of a poisoning was intriguing. Especially when the doors opened again, giving Jisoo just the barest glance at you again, but more interestingly, the fourth princess. Her own little sister, Jennie.

This would be an interesting lifetime indeed.

[KIM JENNIE]

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"Her name is Y/N," Aphrodite floats leisurely around the throne room of the underwater castle. The goddess rearranges some things as she goes, much to her daughter's annoyance. "A talented fighter, she is the only woman permitted within the Emperor of Goryeo's guard. I cannot tell you anymore, as the details of her story are such that you must discover on your own. Enter her life as you wish, but know that you will do so in your demigod form only."

Jennie stands from her throne, enraged. "I am no demigod, Mother! I will endure such tragedy as this, and be humiliated whilst it happens!"

"It will not be permanent! Your power as a goddess is much more than you realize. Even though your lover will be tolerant of them, the other humans will not." Aphrodite is quick to reassure her daughter.

"It was never a problem when I was originally a demigod."

"When you and your sisters were young, your powers were not strong enough to be powerful in a lesser form. You were restricted before you had a chance, but now, it is different." Aphrodite watches as Jennie sits down again, although the young goddess remains at the edge of her seat, anxious.

Aphrodite waves her hand, the timeglass filled with stardust appearing. "When you are ready, flip the glass. Know that when the last of the stars falls, as will your lover. It cannot be stopped, or prevented. Be well, my love."

Jennie stares at the hourglass as her mother leaves, studying it intently. Jennie knows she doesn't have to go after you, but gods does she want to. She wants to know and have you, and that want is more important than her knowledge of everything that will happen. She turns the glass and dissolves into your life.

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"My lady, are you alright?"

That voice was heavenly.

Jennie must've been the luckiest goddess in the world, to have found you even before she'd opened her eyes. She could feel you, tied into her soul with an unbreakable bond, she could feel you there. She could sense the way your heart becomes one with her own, she could sense how you became hers, as you always were, and always would be.

She opens her eyes, and by the Styx, you were a vision. You had soot on your face, and pieces of your hair had fallen from where it was piled atop your head. Your armor clinks as you reach to help the demigod up, and while Jennie despises this weaker version of herself she can't help but feel a sense of giddiness in the way you feel. Your hands are rough, clearly from the worn sword that rests at your hip, but your eyes are soft as you gaze upon her.

"My lady?" You ask again, and Jennie feels as though the simple cadence of your voice is more than enough to lull her to sleep and keep her awake for a century to evermore. "My lady, are you feeling alright?"

"Yes. Yes, I am fine. T'was a momentary spell of dizziness." Jennie answers you quickly, wishing away that worried crease between your brows. She regrets it immediately when you pull away your hand, the soot is there too, a dark powder that seems a faint purple when it hits the light.

"Good." Your voice loses the concern it held, transforming to a cold, stoic facade. One belonging to a member of the guard, speaking to the daughter of the Emporer.

"Thank you, for the concern. Y/N." Jennie relishes speaking your name, appreciating the way you sound rolling off her tongue.

You seem shocked at her thanks and her knowledge of your name. "Of course, my lady. It is why I am here."

Jennie goes to speak, but you unknowingly cut her off. "You must hurry with me at once—"

"Of course. Wherever you shall lead me." Jennie agrees before you even finish speaking, and you seem startled for a moment. A light flush befalls your cheeks before you continue speaking.

"—for your mother. She seems to have been poisoned."

She nods, reaching out coyly. "My pardon, but I still seem a little dizzy. May I ask for your assistance?"

You grasp her hand without a word, turning to lead the giddy woman through the courtyard. Perhaps Jennie didn't hate having the human feelings again, because the way her heart swelled and beat with your every breath couldn't be anything other than love. And if she was still a goddess, she doesn't think she'd understand it quite so well.

She speeds up so she's standing next to you, grasping your hand tightly. You look so serious, so determined as you lead her, Jennie doesn't mind it at all. The stop you make is sudden, and launches Jennie into your back, causing the two of you to stumble.

"My pardon, my lady." You turn to steady her, pulling her close you you in the attempt.

"Not at all." Jennie breathes back.

"I cannot go any further, the patrols must continue for the search." You release her hastily, pushing to walk away. "Hurry inside, the Empress didn't look too well when I found her."

And your leaving her before she can say anything, stepping into a unit of men and marching away. Jennie feels a physical tug, a desperate want to be with you. To hold your hand again, let you lead her where you wish. Jennie couldn't care less about some Empress, she wanted you.

But she forces herself to turn, stepping into the room a maid held open for her. And what a surprise it was, to see her own true sister sitting among the nobility, Kim Jisoo.

What a fun story for such a perfect lover indeed.

[PARK CHAEYOUNG / ROSÉ]

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Chaeyoung was no fan of armor, finding the heavy metal plates annoying and restricting. But she had spent the better part of her immortal life as, well, immortal. So perhaps she wasn't the one who should complain. She was in a much more fragile body now, the body of a demigod, and she could be harmed. She could be wounded, fatally even. What a bother.

She slashes her sword down, focusing on her opponent before her. What a ridiculous way to enter your life, she was merely dropped directly into the midst of a battle! At the very least, Chaeyoung was relieved to observe that the uniforms she and the other soldiers bore were those of Old Greece. Her mind peaces some memories together in a hazy field, leading her to 'recall' that she was the leader of the battalion, and she had to win this fight.

"Στρατιώτες! Για μένα!" She commands, her native tongue slipping out easily. The soldiers surrounded her instantaneously, fighting back in fury against the opposing men.

[ Soldiers! to me! ]

She shoulders her way through, signaling her battalion back to the wall behind her. She could see the gore of the battlefield as her soldiers fell back, pleased to note that many of the armored men who lay mortally wounded upon the battlefield wore the sigil of the opposition.

"Έπεσε πίσω από το τείχος, και μπλοκάρει τις πύλες," She commands to her soldiers, turning to defend their backs as the begin to filter through. She is almost there herself when her shoulder jerks forward, an arrow embedded in her shoulder.

[ Fall behind the wall, and bar the gates ]

"Μαλάκα!" Chaeyoung curses, feeling the pain spread through her body and turn her limbs sluggish with adrenaline. Her hands begin to shake as the pain courses through her nerves, and her comrades reach out their arms bringing her behind the wall. The gates are shut at last and barred against the few who remain from the enemy, and everyone slumps in relief.

[ Fuck! ]

An arm wraps around Chaeyoung, helping her walk back to where their base was set up just off the wall, and the now-demigod wants to both drift off into an exhausted sleep and curse herself for being so weak with a mere wound by arrow. If Lalisa was here right now she would surely laugh at the girl.

Chaeyoung hardly feels it as she is guided past a white tent entrance and placed on a bed. The soldier gives a respectful nod before he turns and leaves, leaving the demigod alone. She tries to reach for the arrow, seeing that the pointed head had frustratingly found its way through an imperfect chink in her armor. But when her fingers merely brush against the wooden stem she can hardly stop the strained cry that crawls up her throat. The entrance to the tent opens again and the keening cry tapers down to a low, pained moan. Or perhaps just a normal moan.

Because it's you. Standing there with a vexed expression twisting your face, in a dress far from opulent, yet on you, you seem more like a goddess than any she had ever seen.

"Are you an idiot?" You ask her, annoyance lacing your tongue, but Chaeyoung can only smile at you in awe. She has to pinch her own thigh to keep from nodding, she is already willing to agree with whatever you say. "You should know that you should never touch a wound where you have been impaled. Especially not when the item impaling you is still there."

You tick your jaw before widening your eyes, adding on in a slightly embarrassed afterthought, "Commander."

Chaeyoung gulps, doing her best to regain her composure. You were a vision, especially when you were scolding her. "My apologies..."

"Y/N." You supply when Chaeyoung hesitates. What a perfect name for a perfect person.

"Y/N." Chaeyoung smirks. "I'll remember that."

[LALISA MANOBAL / LISA]

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Lalisa wasn't sure what she was expecting when she flipped her hourglass, but landing in the ancient city of Rome was not it. Distaste fills her mouth as she realizes where she is, recalling how the Romans had lessened her and her sisters in the name of the men of the gods. Not only was she back in Roman times- when nobody worshipped her- but she was a demigod too? Zeus was being more than cruel, he was being petty. She was sure her sisters felt the same, and she had no doubt the four of them would make him pay.

"Sister," A velvety voice chimes from behind her, and Lalisa turns in the middle of the old Roman streets. Her elder brother, Eros himself, smirked proudly at the girl. "It took you long enough."

"Brother." She greets him, faces turning sour at his egotistical air. "Blame Zeus."

"I always blame Zeus." He laughs, plucking a grape from a passing fruit vendor. At Lalisa's glare, he chuckles deeper. "Don't appear too dour now, sister. They may not be able to see me, but they can see you."

She turns, seeing passerby sending her odd looks from the sides of their eyes. She glares at them too and they turn away. She turns back to her brother, attempting to make the movements of her mouth less harsh.

"I came here to find my fated one, why have I been burdened instead by you?"

"Ouch," Eros flinches mockingly, his perfectly sculpted face twisting. "I came to support you, my darling little sister, yet you scorn me so. Don't worry, I won't tell Y/N."

"You know where she is?" Lalisa forgets her decorum, disregarding any attempt to make her seem like a lesser being, bunching her brother's toga in her hands, and yanking him closer by the white linen. "Tell me. Now."

"Well, aren't you happy to have me now?" His ever-so-smug smirk returned, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, leading her down the path. "How fortunate you are, she's one of my priests. It's quite naughty of you, to have an affair with her, but since you're my adoring, doe-eyed, baby sister, I suppose I'll allow it."

Lisa scoffs, but she doesn't pull the god off of her, allowing him to push her where she needs to go. She had never paid too much attention to Rome, since they had been happy to forget her and her sisters, she was more than happy to forget them.

So that's how this story would play out, an illicit affair with her brother's priestess. Eros was right, for a priestess to take part in a lover's trysts was akin to a crime, punishable by death. And Lalisa would be the lover who doomed you to said punishment.

She always was a fan of tragedies.

"I'm not going to be stuck with you for this whole journey, will I?"

"No, but what you're going to become may just be worse." Eros releases Lalisa's shoulders, giving her a brotherly push.

"Hey!" Lalisa stumbles, flying directly into the arm's on a woman who steadies her quickly.

"Are you alright?" straightening up, Lalisa is met with the glorious version of you, in your white robes, golden cuffs layering your arms, You had dropped a vase when you caught her, the ceramic shards spraying across the paved steps of the outrageous temple. "What has happened?"

"I-" Lalisa stutters, shocked at being met with someone like you. Six words, you had only said six words but you had left the goddess(demigod) speechless. "I- u- I was pushed."

"By whom?" You brows crease together in curiosity, and you glance behind her with your enchanting eyes.

"Um- Cupid." Lalisa Cringes, both at the use of her brother's Roman name and how much of a line it sounds like.

"Oh! You must be a new priestess!" You brighten up, pulling her in now for a soft hug. "Welcome! Allow me to bring you to our initiation chambers."

You turn without an answer, pulling the demigod behind you with a bright grin upon your lips, forgetting all about the broken vase you left behind.

"I didn't mean to run into you. I was actually pushed." Lalisa defends herself, rolling her eyes as she spots her brother hovering nearby with an amused smirk on his face.

"Eros, our patron god, brings us all here. He has brought you to us, do not fret about something as small as a minor moment of clumsiness." You wave her off, bringing her into the inner chamber, lit by torches along the walls. "Come, you must say your vows, and sacrifice blood from your lifeline, and then you shall become one of our sisters."

Lalisa goes to speak, to tell you she had no intention of worshipping her egotistical brat of an older brother when the said god waves his hand. A soft haze of red befalls the demigod, and with an annoyed groan, she realizes this insufferable man-child had just claimed her as his. You turn, your eyes widening and your mouth falling open as she spots what is hovering over your head. Your demeanor changes instantaneously, and many more priestesses surround you. Swiftly they all lower themselves onto a knee, bowing their heads to you.

Lalisa vows she will protect the adoration that crosses over your face forever. This was how it was all meant to be, you gazing upon her in loving worship, and Lalisa holding your hand as you do. She watches you with pleased eyes as you lower yourself, looking up at her through fluttering lashes.

"The great Cupid has brought you to us," You sound breathy and stunned as you speak, eyes sparkling in devotion. "It is my honor to receive you, my lady."

"Yes. I think it will be." Lalisa smiles, basking in your attention. This story would be a cliché, a classic Roman tragedy. Your story would immortalized, a fated spot next to her forever engraved into your soul.

#yandere!blackpink #blackpink yandere #yan!goddess!blackpink #blackpink jisoo #blackpink jennie #blackpink rosé #blackpink lisa #yandere jisoo #yandere jennie #yandere rosé #yandere lisa

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wowowwild · 1 year

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For the ask meme, any of the ship questions? There are quite a few ships I've seen you reblog stuff for so I was curious.

I'll answer 22. Your OTP?, 24. Your OT3, and 25. Favorite rare pair?

I have a couple charts that I update on occasion, these care there current appearances:

Not pictured is Gregory Edgeworth/Tyrell Badd and Vera Misham/Wocky Kitaki. They don't get to be on the chart bc they are uncomplicated.

Oh and I should probably explain the colors lol. Blue is I def ship it, Orange is the ship intrigues me or I like it in certain situations and I could be convinced to full on ship it. The one green is Krisnix bc that's fucked up but they definitely have a toxic psychosexual thing going on, sorry, I don't make the rules. We have a pink between Dhurke and Datz bc they seem like codependent besties who have probably made out a couple times. Amara is cool with it. And we have a red line for klavdar bc it defintiely happened but I hate Daryan. Sorry.

As you can tell I am a multishipper and I also happen to be a faqn of polycules. Will I ever write a megacule fic? Maybe. So far the closest I'm getting is Bag-verse which will be Pollycule VS Emacule.

So OTP? If I can only pick two characters I'm going klapollo all the way. They're my boys (gender neutral).

OT3? Claypollier. My boys plus my other boy (gender neutral).

My fav rare pair? Probably Aura/Amara. It's just the biggest power move on Aura's part. Aura are you dating the former queen of Khura'in? And can you imagine it from Simon's perspective? Aura are you dating my partner's mother? Nahyuta finds out and he and Athena start a support group for the children of Aura's partners. Apollo shows up when he starts getting letters from them. Aura takes her role of step mother very seriously (read: she really likes to fuck with them). Rayfa doesn't call into meetings unless she's mad at Aura bc otherwise they get along.

And Aura genuinely likes Amara and helps her through everything. They actually have a lot in common.

So yeah. The real question is how do I tag this? I don't know the majority of the ship names and I'm pretty sure some don't have one. Please let me know if you know one I haven't tagged or if there's an official one if I made one up.

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LITTLE OWL - Yandere Platonic Athena x "Reader" (EXTRA)

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[May 28, 2023]

Alexia already knew that running away was not a good idea. Since that fateful day when she was taken by the goddess Athena, Alexia had thought of many ways to escape, but after much reflection, the Greek girl concluded that even if she really had a way to escape, Athena would always be 20 steps ahead of her.

Since being brought to Mount Olympus to live alongside her new mother, Alexia has been 'blessed' to become a goddess too, even though she is a minor goddess and apparently she is the 'goddess of familial love' which is quite ironic for her because she was taken from her real family to live in a family that she nurtures no love or any kind of respect.

Furthermore, it is nearly impossible for her to have any ties to any god. For several months after her kidnapping, the only gods she interacted with were Athena herself, Artemis at times when she went to Olympus, and by Alexia's surprise, Alcaeus himself, better known as Heracles. The most famous hero of Greek antiquity swore to the Goddess who helped him complete his labors that he would keep Alexia safe and escorted when the Goddess of Wisdom was away from Olympus or too busy with her divine duties.

Contrary to what Alexia had already imagined of Heracles, he was very calm to talk to and also more relaxed than when he was a demigod tormented by the Queen of Olympus. Furthermore, Alexia even met Hebe, the wife of Heracles. Her life on Olympus was peaceful, as she has no interaction with troublesome Gods like Hermes, Apollo, Dionysus, Ares, etc. Of course, Athena insisted that her father never got close to Alexia for very obvious reasons. In addition, Hercules would insist that his father would never have the courage to approach Alexia even if he really wanted to.

But Alexia missed home, missed her parents, her grandmother and the simple life she had before meeting Athena. She wanted her old life back, but she knows it wouldn't be possible and that Athena would never allow her to return.

“Hello Alexandra!” Heracles calls her so that the two of them could take a walk in the gardens of Mount Olympus. The former demigod hero received instructions from the goddess herself to take care of Alexia, first it was for him to always take a walk with her in the gardens of Mount Olympus since Alexia herself was admired by the beauty there, second was for him making sure she eats well and third and last was so he never left her alone.

“Hey…” On that specific day Alexia's memories of her old life haunted her and left her always melancholic and with only the desire to drown her sorrows alone in her room. Heracles immediately senses the melancholy in the little goddess and regards her with a worried look.

“Alexandra, are you okay?” The hero of Olympus asks her when he sees her sad look. At that moment, a risky idea crossed his mind, but her mother Ekaterini always said that it was always better to take a risk than never to try, who knows it might work out.

“Lord Heracles, may I stay in my room for today? I want to be alone for a little while.” She started her charge. Heracles looked at her with a slight look of distrust and seriousness, but then he sighed and answered her.

“Alexandra, you know Lady Athena doesn't want you to be left unattended while she's not here.” The hero patiently explained to her. But Alexia decided at that moment to appeal to the emotional, letting the tears that she had allowed to accumulate all this time fall from her brown eyes and moisten her cheeks.

“P-Please… I just want some time alone. Just this once, please…” Immediately she saw the hero's face soften as he saw her cry, Heracles sighs and agrees.

"All right. Everything is fine. You can go, but I'll be checking in on you every hour, understand?" Alexia softens her expressions and gives a slight smile as she wipes away her tears. Heracles then takes her to Athena's chambers which have become Alexia's as well.

As soon as Heracles leaves her at the door of his room, Alexia thanks him and with just a wave Heracles withdraws and leaves the area, leaving Alexia in her golden cage. After waiting a few minutes, Alexia opens the door to the goddess Athena's chambers and looks around to find any sign of Heracles.

As soon as she saw that the corridor was empty, Alexia closed the door to the chambers and remembered that she had a portal that led to Earth in the Council room of Olympus which she remembered being taken by Athena through it. If she could just cross the Gardens of Olympus and reach the Council Room without being seen by anyone, she would already be winning.

Cautiously, Alexia manages to leave the room area and she arrives at the Gardens of Olympus, she managed to pass through the area managing to hide behind the bushes and trees so she easily managed to reach the Council Room, but she hides behind one of the thrones when the portal shines and a person comes out of it: Athena.

Alexia holds her breath and tries to calm her anxiety so that Athena won't hear her at all. The Goddess of Wisdom emerges from the Council Hall, and as soon as she is out of sight, Alexia sees this as her opportunity to make her escape.

The Greek girl came out of her hiding place and walked to the portal. She stares at it for a few seconds, but before she could jump on it, she stopped to think if this portal really took her home and if it wouldn't take her to a different place. Even with all these questions flooding her mind, Alexia takes a deep breath and decides to take a risk.

However, the portal disappears and Alexia panics when she hears Athena from afar arguing with Heracles. Shit, they realized she was gone. Alexia immediately runs to hide behind one of the thrones, but specifically behind Zeus’s.

"It doesn't matter, go look for her in the gardens and I'll look for her here." Athena gives her order as soon as she enters the council room and Alexia was able to hear Heracles' hurried footsteps getting lower and lower as he walked away. Alexia held her breath and tried to calm herself so as not to panic and reveal where she was.

"Four months. You have been here for four months and you still dare to defy me, daughter.” The last word came out like poison on Athena's tongue. Alexia was able to catch the aura of fury emanating from the Goddess of Wisdom, who is normally calm and collected, and kept to herself, trying her best not to put herself in the Goddess's field of vision. Then the Greek girl heard the sound of the sword coming out of Athena's belt compartment and the girl's body froze.

“Do you really think you can escape me? Do you think I'll let you go? Why are you so difficult?” Athena asked, walking around the Council Hall in search of Alexia as she was paralyzed behind the throne of Zeus and awaiting her inevitable end.

“Maybe it's about time you understood why… I am the Goddess of Wisdom.” Then suddenly Alexia feels a hand grab her arm and she is pulled out of her hiding place. Alexia looked away so that she wouldn't be forced to face Athena's cold eyes, but obviously that would be useless since the goddess herself with one of her hands grabbed Alexia's chin tightly and forced her to face her.

“Explain yourself, now.” Alexia already felt tears immediately leak from her eyes even against her will, she didn't want to show herself vulnerable to the goddess.

"I'M GOING TO MY REAL HOME WITH MY REAL FATHER AND MOTHER!!" Alexia screamed in response and so Athena let go of the hand that was holding Alexia's chin and grabbed her sword, pointed at the Greek girl and the tip of the blade was so close to the girl that it was enough to make her alert.

“This is your home and I am your mother. Submit, already.” In response Alexia manages to break free from Athena's grip and manages to walk away, but she would not be able to run away since the Goddess of Wisdom would never allow it.

"NEVER!"

"You will or your blood family will suffer." Athena obviously would never get tired of his threat, not least because Alexia's family is her policy so that she would never run away or try to do something against the goddess.

“My family does not deserve to suffer because of your selfishness!” Alexia retorts, but soon she sees an evil smile forming on Athena's face.

“No, they will suffer because of your disobedience. In war, when you want to conquer a city like yours, you must capture its heart. You are the city I want to capture and since your blood family is your heart, I will destroy them.” That simple comparison was enough to make Alexia's heart drop into her stomach and panic freeze her body. Like it or not, Athena was right, if she continued to disobey the goddess, her family would bear the consequences and Alexia would not be able to live every day knowing that she was responsible for it if something happened to them.

With a lot of pain and weight in her heart, Alexia gives up and lowers her gaze, a clear gesture of submission.

“Okay, I give up… just don't hurt them, please.” Alexia was aware that she was looking pathetic but it was her family's life in her hands and she wasn't going to risk anything.

“Great, good girl. It won't happen again, will it?" Athena asks as she lowers her sword and approaches Alexia. The girl shakes her head and her lip trembles to hold back her tears.

"No…"

"Excellent. You have my word that I will not do anything to them as long as you behave yourself.”

Alexia finally got the courage to face the goddess and saw the goddess smiling patiently at her as she offered her hand to her. The Greek girl had no choice but to grasp the goddess's hands, and that was enough to seal her fate.

That she would never escape Athena's obsessive gaze and that she will always be her Little Owlet.

#yandere athena #little owl au #alexandra lykaios romanescu #alexia romanescu/female reader #yandere greek mythology #yandere greek gods #Athena Route

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cannibalhellhound · 19 days

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I saw your tags on my 911 and their favorite art animal post and wanted to further contribute to your art zoomies.

My Athena loving sheep head canon is based around a story about my parents when they had gotten to the point of seriousness where you introduce your partner to your family. My dad was a fourth generation farmer and my mom had always lived in small towns and had never been on a farm. So my dad was taking my mom around the family farm showing her the different animals. When they got to the sheep pasture there was a bunch of lambs playing and doing what lambs do where they mimic the play of the other lambs. My mom had never seen anything like it and instantly fell in love with sheep.

My mom also made my dad promise her that if they got married they'd always have sheep no matter what. Which is why my first pet was a sheep, because we had a whole ass flock of them my entire life. We also always had great Pyrenees for family dogs because my Dad my dad loves them and they made great livestock or family protectors

Wait that's so adorable please tell your parents if you can that I love that. It's amazing.

I'm so doing that for them like

I need to

I'm giving Athena the cutest little lamb possible and Bobby a big ass dog that's it

I can't see anything remotely implying animals without wanting to draw lmao

I'm making Jee play around and be the little queen of a Murder of Crows too

#just wait #bc I gotta draw otter buck first lmao #brb gonna draw this #HelloI'mHayden #Fire Gays™

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raijinhasverybigpecs · 6 years

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i think my main problem with the announcement of the new gods is that i really don’t feel like new gods are really gonna get me hyped about smite. it’s good to finally get requests like horus and set (side note: i can’t believe we got king arthur and merlin before these super important egyptian gods like...) but they don’t interest me like they should, it just feels more like hi-rez just putting out gods bc they have to? or something like that

hi-rez should really be putting more focus on polishing what makes smite great instead of trying to churn out more content bc there’s such a disappointing disparity between the old gods who need texture updates/remodels/rekits and the new gods that are visually stunning and have p interesting kits. isis still looks repulsive and her abilities are so basic looking while merlin is out here outdoing the goddess of magic with a single stance lmao.

#i seriously want most of the egyptian pantheon to get remodels........#my girl neith............ why have they done you like this..........#anhur's stupid stubby legs / bastet's shitty half done cat woman look / sobek's gross hunchback deal / ra... just ra...#seeing set and horus... their concepts are so goddamn nicer looking than everyone in the egyptian pantheon combined #serqet's stupid metal tail!! why isn't it a real tail goddamit #what's with her personality as well??? her lore sets her up to be more serious by hi-rez has just hacked away any aspect of that #i love skinny fashion queen serqet but i'm just sad........#and don't get me started on isis!!#iggy azalea looking ass motherfucker #overgrown chicken with proportions that look like she was stretched with a medieval torture device #maybe that would explain why she looks like a goddamn plague victim!#hi-rez did the egyptian pantheon dirty...................#of course khepri and thoth and perfect #geb is fine and so is osiris #and anubis is my unofficial husband #but the rest of them hoes........#ugly! boring! gross! old! smelly!#and god would this be an opportunity to fix some really fucking questionable goddess designs #please god fix nemesis and athena's outfits PLEASE #MAKE ARTIO A WHOLE ASS BEAR WOMAN #GIVE HER THE THICKNESS SHE DESERVES #pass the morrigan a few more purple scarves #give nu wa the stunning and regal robes she deserves #she can still have the really pretty floating outfit idea #but make her look really really really regal i'm begging y'all #give kali a more interesting outfit! i want the severed heads back!#MAKE IZANAMI FUCKING SCARY YOU FUCKERS #awilix i love you but please invest in a sports bra #GIVE FREYA THE ARMOUR SHE NEEDS....#JUST CHANGE HEL ENTIRELY SO THAT WE ACTUALLY GET A SCARY DARK SIDE PLEASE!!!!

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angel in a denim jacket (spencer reid x reader)

summary: what if, on the worst day of young spencer reid’s life, you had been there? prompt: “What about a high school Spencer and reader fic? Reader sees what is going on with that incident with the goal post and shoos everyone off and helps Spencer. She sees him at school the next day and they become great friends and Spencer instantly develops a crush. The age thing would have to be fixed though. I’ve always loved the idea of someone actually helping him when he went through that” (requested by @katymarie) request?: yes pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (eventually nurse!reader) category: hurt/comfort, more comfort content warnings: language, discussions of bullying, the goal post incident, discussions of amplification ep word count: 4.1k a/n: this was such a great request, i really enjoyed getting to cover this 'what if' scenario, so thank you for allowing me to try writing it. and, this is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins reunion fic challenge!! and as always, thank you to the lovely wonderful athena ( @safespacespence ) for beta-ing this fic. seriously, it helped so much and it would not have gotten done without you.

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Your high school years will be the best days of your life. At least, that’s what everyone always says.

Spencer never quite understood the sentiment. Why would the best years of someone’s life be right at the beginning? People live on average for 85 years, why would sixty-seven of those be spent in a steep decline from the supposed golden years of adolescence?

And when he finally got to high school—albeit four years before he was ever meant to—the phrase made even less sense. This was it? After so many nights dreaming of a bright future, all he had to look forward to was the isolating darkness of the inside of a locker and violent words tossed like rocks at his chest? It didn’t seem fair that his supposed ‘best’ years were filled with hate when so many of his classmates played sports, had friends, and became prom king or queen because of their overabundance of them.

It was almost over. CalTech had accepted him only a month after Spencer had submitted his application, and his mom on a good day had told him it was “a testament to his potential”—whatever that was supposed to mean. She’d sat Spencer down and told him it was a good thing, that he was meant to be a part of great things one day.

Standing behind the field house that day, with a blindfold on to wait for Alexa Lisben, Spencer began to wonder if maybe he was only meant to be a part of terrible things.

Blindfolded and half their size, it was far too easy for the other guys to wrangle Spencer to the goal post. He screamed the whole way, lashing out with each limb and at one point feeling eight larger hands roughly gripping him into submission—leaving behind painful scars long after the bruises faded. Amongst the panic he’d heard other voices, those of people he recognized. He heard Josh and Arthur, who sat with him at lunch when the football team was out traveling for a game. There was Hannah, who ran the student government anti-bullying committee. ‘Please, stop this, don’t let them do this to me,’ Spencer had begged—he’d tilted his head in the direction he’d heard her and wailed, waiting for the help that he knew deep down was never coming.

It was easy to say hate was bad, but it was another to risk everything to defend the moral stance. If it came down to saving another person or preserving your carefully collected reputation, livelihood, Spencer knew what people would pick every single time. He knew because he’d seen it time and time again—he saw it in his father leaving without so much as a goodbye because he could no longer take care of his wife, and he saw it in the terrified looks kids gave him when he tried to speak to them, the careful glance over their shoulder and lame apology as they ran from this, from being strung up and left out in the rapidly cooling night alongside him.

Spencer didn’t know how long he was left there. He’d kept a careful account of everything, a meticulous run-through of every piece of himself like a diagnostic test. His fingers had begun to go numb behind his back hours ago, the ties being far too tight (not that any of them truly cared). His entire body was exposed to the elements and had long since stopped shivering—a surefire sign of more dangerous things to come. Spencer wondered how long he could make it like this, wondered if no one would find him until the morning. Was he close to lasting until then?

“Oh my God.” A voice! Spencer’s head whipped around to look in the direction of the horrified voice despite the blindfold concealing the person from him.

“Please help me,” he spoke, voice shaky and barely there.

“Who did this to you? What the fuck,” the voice hissed and suddenly hands were brushing his, shaking as they tried to free him.

“The entire football team, and about half of the cheer squad,” Spencer admitted, wondering if maybe this person would give up and walk away when they heard that.

“Well fuck them, they’re all fucking idiots.”

Huh, that was new. This person wasn’t afraid of the consequences that came with helping him. Instead, they continued to dutifully work at the knots until Spencer could move his arms again. His limbs burned as he tried to pull them back to his sides, enough to make him cry out against the painful stiffness.

“I’m gonna take the blindfold off of you, okay?” The voice warned before cool hands were on him again, this time unknotting the fabric from around his head. Spencer squinted against the dim light from the distant streetlights. It was completely dark now, indicating that he’d been stuck there for hours. “Uh, here. You can wrap my jacket around your waist.”

Spencer grabbed the jacket from the person quickly, wasting no time in concealing his lower half from view. He’d been exposed like that for several hours, how many people had seen?

“We’ve got two options here. I can take you home, or you can come back to my place and warm up first.” Spencer finally looked up to see who had saved him, and immediately his cheeks flushed red. There you were, the girl everyone knew not to mess with. You kept to yourself mostly, didn’t really have the protection that came with having a large group of friends. Unlike Spencer, though, you never seemed to need it. Your own fiery personality kept people from picking fights with you. Everyone knew you could—and would—fight back.

“I, uh, I don’t want to bother you anymore,” Spencer spoke, wrapping his arms around his still-exposed upper body.

“That’s bullshit,” you said simply, taking his hand in yours and beginning to walk away from the field goal post he’d been stuck to for so long. “C’mon, my parents are out of town for the week, no one else will see you. You can get warmed up and we can find you some clothes before you go back home. I’m sure your parents don’t want to see you coming home like this.”

There was only one logical reason why his mom hadn’t noticed he was gone this long. It must’ve been a bad day for her, she might have even been experiencing an episode. She probably wouldn’t even notice when he did get back, as long as he remembered to re-do each lock on the door.

Still, Spencer couldn’t imagine walking into his house like this.

“Thank you,” he answered softly as you led him to your car. The two of you were in the same grade, you actually being the proper age of seventeen for a senior. He’d seen you around, of course, but he’d never had a reason to talk to you until now. Why would he, when he was five years younger than you and absolutely not cool enough to try?

“Spencer, right?” you clarified, nodding when he confirmed as such. “Okay, Spencer, first things first. Never thank anyone for basic human decency. That shit should be expected.”

“But it’s not expected,” he countered, sliding into the passenger seat.

“Are you...old enough to be sitting up there?” you asked, pulling a laugh out of Spencer.

“I’m twelve, not four.”

“I’m just checking,” you laughed along with him before starting up the car. Immediately a loud song burst through the radio, to which you winced and dropped the volume down to almost nothing. “I’m sorry no one helped you.”

“It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting anyone to.”

“Spencer, I hope you know that makes it so much worse.”

The car ride was a quick one, barely making it past the school before you were pulling into a driveway of a standard suburban house. You ushered him up the walk and into the house, straight through to your room. Every square inch of the house was spotless until you pushed the door to your room open further. There, it looked like someone actually lived there. Clothes were strewn about on the backs of chairs, textbooks piled up beside your desk. Your bed was unmade and on it laid a black cat, curled up as tightly as possible.

You seemed to catch Spencer staring at it, because your entire expression softened and you said, “He doesn’t bite, you know. It’ll take me a minute to find some clothes that’ll fit you, Simon can keep you company.”

“Why’s his name Simon?”

“For Simon Le Bon, of course,” you laughed, soon clarifying when he still looked confused, “The band, Duran Duran.”

“Oh, right.”

“I’ll be right back. Seriously, get comfortable, do whatever you have to do.”

You slipped out of your bedroom again, leaving Spencer standing in the middle of it feeling a little lost. His head was swimming as it fought to catch up with everything that had happened that day. Not only had he had to deal with the normal horror of high school, but his bullies had taken everything three steps too far. Not only that, but now he was standing in the most badass girl’s bedroom half-naked because you’d chosen to rescue him.

It almost felt like a dream.

Spencer padded over to the bed, reaching over to gently scratch Simon behind the ear. The cat purred happily, standing up and stretching before making his way closer to Spencer. The little thing stretched upward, front paws reaching up to rest against Spencer’s middle.

“Do you want to be picked up?” Spencer asked, reaching down to lift the cat up to his shoulder. He stood there like that for a few minutes, holding the cat in one arm and petting him with the other. It was more relaxing than he’d expected, focusing on the back and forth of his own hand against the soft fur of this happily purring animal.

Spencer hardly noticed when you’d returned.

“Oh, Simon never lets anyone pick him up like that. He must really like you.” Spencer smiled, feeling a bubbliness in his chest at the thought that someone wanted him around, even if it was a cat. “I found some old sweatpants and a shirt from my older brother, they might be a little big on you but it’ll work.”

“Thank you,” Spencer said again as you handed him the clothes then turned around to afford him some privacy (even when you’d already seen him).

“So who were the ringleaders? I want names,” you asked as Spencer hurried to get dressed. The sweatpants were a little big in the waist so he had to tie them off well, but overall the clothes were soft and comfy enough.

“You really don’t have to do anything tomorrow, I’ll be fine,” Spencer hurried to say, not wanting to drag someone else into his problems. You were almost done with school—you’d nearly survived without anyone really targeting you, the last thing Spencer wanted to do was ruin that.

“Yes, I do. Those jackhats were reckless and stupid. You could’ve gotten really hurt out there, and for what? So their egos could be rubbed off? I don’t think so,” you exclaimed, turning around once Spencer was through changing. “They don’t get to use their power just to hurt other people, that’s not cool.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“Trust me, I won’t,” you reassured him, and though you sounded sincere, Spencer couldn’t help but worry. There was always a trick with people—no one ever spoke to him simply because they wanted to, no one was kind unless there was a trap waiting for him to walk into. Sure you’d helped him so far, but what was to say nothing would change when you both got back to school the next day? “If I’m in a position to help someone else, I’m going to, and that’s that.”

You sure sounded real, though. You sounded unlike anyone else he’d ever met. It made Spencer wonder where you’d been through high school, why he couldn’t have met you before. Things would have been so much easier, if only.

“Could I—” Immediately Spencer cut himself off, knowing that was a line he wasn’t going to cross. You’d been nice to him thus far, but he didn’t want to push his luck. He didn’t want to push you.

“What? You can tell me,” you urged, kind expression never wavering.

“I don’t want to go home yet,” Spencer whispered, fingers gently curling into Simon’s fur from where the cat stood on the bed. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Then stay,” you answered simply, never once considering any other option. “I can make a pillow wall if you don’t mind sleeping in the same bed, or our couch is pretty comfy too if you’d rather that.”

“Can we do the pillow wall?”

“Yeah, can you grab the spare blankets from my closet? They should be on the middle shelf.”

Sure enough, the fuzzy blankets were easy enough to find in your cluttered, albeit organized, closet. By the time he turned around again, you’d already gathered up as many pillows as you could find to build up a barrier between each half of the bed.

You easily took the blankets from him, splitting them up between each half so both of you would have plenty of warmth through the night. Both of you climbed into your respective sides of the bed, Spencer curling up with all of his blankets. He knew he’d likely wake up too warm, but for now, the pressure was comforting after he’d spent so long being so cold.

“Thank you, Y/N. For everything.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for, right? I’ll be there whenever you need me, from now on.”

Spencer didn’t say anything else. How could he when you’d said that so simply? While you fell asleep easily, Spencer lay wide awake for hours wondering if having a friend was truly meant to feel this safe and more importantly, how long this would last.

It lasted for the rest of the school year. The next day, you drove Spencer to school and stared down anyone who dared try to make fun of him for the previous night. You were there to confront his bullies, shouting at them until one of the teachers had to step in. When lunchtime came, you found him in the library and the two of you were so loud Spencer was able to eat in the cafeteria for the first time in four years. He came to your house on days when his was too chaotic, when the burn of watching his mother suffer was too great.

For everything, you were there.

And when graduation came, Spencer cried. He cried because you were going to a university on the east coast, he cried because for the first time in months he’d have to figure out how to live without his best friend. He cried, because for so many years, Spencer never thought he’d miss anything about this town.

A nurse’s job was never quite over until the end of the shift, but with how stressful the past several days had been, everyone was prepared to give a little more slack to each other.

That was how you ended up away from your usual pediatrics floor, slipping out of the room where your past patient was now recovering from something that just hours ago had been considered a death sentence.

“Hey, Nevada, get over here!”

“What, are we four?” you laughed, shaking your head but dutifully making your way over to the nurse’s station where your friend was sitting. “I have a name, you know.”

“Of course you do,” Daniel returned easily as you leaned over the counter, resting your forearms against the surface. “But I’d rather call you Nevada.”

“You know I haven’t been there in years, right? It hardly counts.” Though you sometimes missed the warmth and familiarity of the desert, you couldn’t say you’d ever regret not making it your permanent home. The east coast was where you belonged—it was the first place you got to be yourself without any worries about how anyone from your hometown would view you, it was where you found a large group of friends and it was where you found a place to truly call home.

“Why’re you up here anyway? You stick out like a sore thumb in those teddy bear scrubs,” Daniel teased, leaning back in his chair as far as he could without tipping it.

“You’re so funny, man, seriously.” You rolled your eyes without any real venom to it, “you’ve really gotta work on your material. And for the record, I wanted to check on my patient. I heard they found a cure.”

“You had one of the anthrax patients?”

“Yeah, until Dr. Kimura centralized all the cases here,” you explained, eyes drifting down the hallway to stare at the room you knew your patient to be resting in. “I heard there were survivors, I needed to see if...”

“Was she?”

“Yeah, kid’s making a full recovery,” you answered, a bright smile unable to wash off your face at the thought. Working in pediatrics could be the most heartwarming job sometimes, but it could also be absolutely devastating when you lost a patient. There were often days when you went home and wondered how you could continue doing this for the rest of your life, days when nothing seemed worth it.

‘If I’m in a position to help someone else, I’m going to.’

“You know, I heard some of the FBI agents over there talking,” Daniel began, leaning over the counter so he could relay the details to you in a hushed tone. “The guy that found the cure? He risked his own ass for it. Nearly died and everything.”

“No kidding?” you asked, your gaze following your friend’s over to the hospital room where an FBI agent was keeping guard outside. “He knew there wasn’t a cure?”

“Of course he did,” Daniel added, speaking just loud enough that the agent’s head turned to look at you two. “As far as I’m concerned, Agent Reid’s a hero.”

And that, well.

“What? Go back a second?” Surely it was a coincidence. There had to be tons of Reids with a heart of gold in the country, this couldn’t be your Reid. After all, the last time you saw your Reid he’d been stick-thin and graduating with his second Ph.D. in California—there was no way.

“What? You don’t think he is?”

“No, no, of course, he is. What’s his name?” you asked, reaching over the counter when Daniel didn’t answer quick enough. There was the man’s chart, labeled with the right room number sticky and

everything.

And God, there could be a lot of Reids but there was only one Dr. Spencer Walter Reid as far as you were concerned.

As soon as you saw the name on the chart, you were practically sprinting away from the nurse’s station. Daniel and the woman sitting outside the room yelled after you, but the sound hardly reached your ears. Because there, laying on that hospital bed, was a man you’d never expected to see again.

And damn, he looked good. Spencer had filled into his features, now sporting a jawline that could cut glass if he wanted to. His hair was a little messy but you could tell he’d long since learned how to tame his curls. But beneath it all, you still saw the golden eyes filled with so much kindness that your hometown never deserved to see, and you saw his hands which gave the most perfect hugs. You still saw Spencer Reid—the guy who’d never once stuttered at your high school reputation, the guy who’d been your friend through everything including the late-night calls screaming about wanting to drop out when the stress was too much.

“If you’re not assigned to his medical team, you can’t be in here,” the woman from outside the door told you, looking to Daniel as if to say ‘control your coworker?’

“It’s okay,” Spencer spoke up finally, and it honestly sounded like a dream.

You weren’t sure what had happened so many years ago, but the two of you had fallen out of touch as so many long-distance friends did. You went on to have a job and establish a life for yourself, while Spencer continued to excel in school. By then, the two of you had been in different phases of your lives, and he’d still resembled that little kid who’d experienced kindness from his peers for the first time from you.

That little kid was long gone now, replaced by a federal agent who’d risked his own life to save dozens more, simply because he’d had the power to.

“Hi, Spencer,” you finally managed to get out, waving a little awkwardly with your fingers. What could you possibly say to your old best friend, to the man you hardly recognized but still felt so comfortable and safe around?

“Hi,” Spencer said back, readjusting on the bed so he was sitting up a little more. He carried the same awestruck expression you were sure was plastered to your face—eyes wide and lips parted, looking at you like you were something to be marveled at.

“I thought you said you’d stay out of trouble?” you sighed, moving over to sit down beside his hospital bed. “This doesn’t look like that to me.”

“It was for a good reason,” Spencer laughed, and you tried not to wince at how breathless he still sounded. It was clear in his chart that he was cured, that every ounce of those spores was out of his body, but still, your heart couldn’t help but race at the obvious signs of his past infection. Because you could have lost him today, and you wouldn’t have known until Dr. Kimura made a passing statement about the federal agent who gave his life to save so many, your patient included. “Isn’t that what you always used to tell me?”

“Yeah, but you weren’t supposed to follow that advice,” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. “When I imagined seeing you again, it definitely wasn’t with you laying in a hospital bed.”

“You imagined seeing me again?”

He never grew out of his lack of confidence, did he?

“Of course I did,” you answered simply, braving reaching out for his hand. Despite the coolness of the hospital, his hand was still warm, his fingers lacing between yours like they were meant to fit together. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Spencer admitted, voice going soft. “You know, comparatively, Quantico isn’t far from Annapolis.”

“It’s not,” you returned, already liking the way this was going. Now that you knew he was here, that he’d been living so close to you for who-knows-how-many years, you never wanted to let him go. You wanted to get to know the new him, the Spencer who became a federal agent and kicked ass despite everyone from home telling him he couldn’t.

You wanted to finally talk in the same room again. You wanted to stay the night with him, building a pillow fort and talking through the night about anything and everything. You wanted to cuddle into his side and watch the stars. You wanted to feel at home with him again.

“When you’re out of here, my apartment is always open,” you told him, hoping you weren’t the only one who wanted to rekindle what never quite had a chance to develop.

“Can we make a pillow fort?” Spencer asked, a growing smile taking over his face.

Everything was somehow falling into place. When you'd gone to work that morning, you never expected to run into your childhood best friend. It didn't seem possible, that the man you always wondered if you could fall for was in front of you right now. All you knew was that you wouldn't waste this chance, you'd allow yourself to get to know the new Spencer Reid. You'd allow yourself to fall if the universe was ready for it.

And you couldn’t help but think, sometimes it really was that easy.

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mysticaldeanvoidhorse · 2 years

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Forged in Love

Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader

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Tall Greek columns supported the ornate ceiling in your room, long curtains around your bed and some around the open walls. You loved the fresh air so there were no walls to make you feel closed in. You were high above the clouds, and the weather on Mount Olympus was always beautiful so it didn’t matter. You sat brushing your hair at your beautiful vanity for the tenth time that day. It wasn’t because you needed it, you were the goddess of beauty/love so it was more out of habit than necessity. You enjoyed the routine and it gave you an excuse to not socialize as much. They thought you were self-serving and didn’t have a mind of your own, so what did it matter anyway? The only one who seemed to know the untruth was your friend Athena. She was used to being strong and showing everyone her place among the gods as a wise ruler so you enjoyed spending time with her. She was someone to look up to and motivated you to stick up for yourself. They would never fully accept you, but that doesn’t mean you needed to stop trying to show them there was more to you than a pretty face.

“Are you really brushing your hair again? You know you are just going to pin it up somehow anyway.” Athena had said while walking in, without knocking as was her way, and sat on your bed.

“I am the goddess of beauty, and the only one who can give Narcissus a run for his money with a mirror, or haven’t you heard?” You retorted back.

“Whatever” Athena rolled her eyes. “‘Dite, you can do whatever you want, not just what they say you have to, but if you do it cause you love it then that’s different”

“Thanks, ‘Thena, I can’t change what I am, I love it but there is more to me than that”

“Ares seems to like what he sees” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“So it seems” was all you said. You knew it would bother her to not get a real response.

“So you are trying to be difficult? Come on, spill the details, what is going on there?” She sat up slightly.

You sighed. “He is full of passion, and strong, and seems decent but there is no substance. He talks about war, and violence like he can’t get enough of it, especially with the mortal war going on right now, but he can’t talk about anything but.” You wrinkled your nose.

“There is nothing wrong with talking about war and politics” Athena responded indignantly. You knew she was the goddess of strategic war so you quickly responded.

“Of course not, but you and I both know he isn’t the god of strategy, just the chaos behind war.” That seemed to appease her.

“Well you will have to choose someone eventually, the gods are falling over themselves to win your favor.”

“They just want a pretty face, why can’t I just choose you?” You smiled seductively at her. She laughed.

“If only I wasn’t destined to remain single and happy about it forever” She responded dramatically.

“You and Hecate both. Can I join the duo? Seems a much more agreeable alternative.”

“No, that would never happen, no one would allow it, they wouldn’t even think of it as a possibility given who you are.” She said it kindly, but seriously. You knew she was right. You were the goddess of beauty and love, how could you stay single? You were often given more credit for relationships than Hera, who was the goddess of marriage. And that didn’t please the queen of the gods. Not a good idea to piss her off, so you did your best to avoid her in the most respectful way possible.

“Maybe I will meet the love of my life tonight” You mused. Zeus was throwing yet another party, the reason being this time was for fall harvest. Demeter would be on display, being a goddess of harvest and Zeus, to get a leg up on his power struggle with his sister, insisted she bring her daughter who she has been doing her best to keep out of the Olympus limelight; and having succeeded thus far but Zeus managed to find a loophole, according to Athena. She wasn’t one for gossip, but she knew what was going on having spent a lot of her time with her father who talks of little else but drama.

“Maybe you will. You have met almost all the gods, nymphs and any other godlike being on Olympus, but sure, take another look.” your friend responded sarcastically.

“Hey, you are the one who said I would have to choose soon otherwise I’d start a riot” You retorted.

“That’s true. I think father is going to talk to you about it at some point, I thought you should know” You turned to look at her with a surprised face. You knew it was inevitable but weren’t prepared for it to arrive. She walked over and put her hand on your shoulder then turned to go.

“You know, I could always do your hair, or something so you can look your best.” You half-teased.

“I always look my best” She winked and walked out of the door. You loved your friend from who you were so different from. At least you would have her tonight, even if everything else went wrong.

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reachgirl · 4 years

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My thoughts on 911 3x17 “Powerless”

Gifs are by me.

- Drunk Chimney is the best Chimney, full stop. “SO MUCH BETRAYAL!”, he shouts. They have receipts. They’re mad because they LOVE Teppanyaki. This entire scene of Karen and Chim hanging out is pure gold. “Did you use her finger to unlock the phone while she was sleeping?” We love a fun callback.

- Buck was having a good time this episode. That’s it. That’s the note.

- Say you had a nice dinner planned with Chimney, and you invited your wife. Obviously he would then invite his girlfriend, right? And she might bring her brother, who would bring... Eddie? *checks notes* Yeah, it says right here, he would bring Eddie. *speaks into headset* Yeah sorry, writer’s room? I’m gonna need a check on .. *shuffles paper* “Were we supposed to reveal that Buck and Eddie are dating in 3x17?” Can someone get back to me on this?

- Ok I called Hen becoming a doctor and leaving the 118 last episode, but I’m not happy about it. Especially not if we get a “female firefighter love interest for Buck or Eddie (or worse, both of them, making them rivals) that replaces Hen” out of it. I’m hoping that something big will happen in the finale/ 4x1 that will make her realize she’s right where she’s supposed to be after all.

- Bobby just all around being a great dad, step dad, new husband to your ex wife, captain dad, knower of things, keeper of the calm, destroyer of fireplaces, electrician, buddie stan.

- We 👏 all 👏 deserve 👏 more 👏 Karen. Seriously she is so under-used, I would love more scenes where the whole firefam is together and maybe they’re getting drunk and Karen is there and maybe Buck and Eddie get *real* drunk if ya catch my very obvious drift.

- (I want Buddie to have a drunk kiss in the hallway and then be awkward about it for a few episodes before they get their shit together)

- Buck.... basically doing parkour to jump in that hot air balloon, looking like a snack? Shouting “I got it”? With that ass? In those pants? YES YOU DO GOT IT BABY.

- Eddie wondering about Buck’s knowledge of hot air balloon emergencies? Bobby being so proud of his boys? This whole scene gave us so much.

- I’m so happy for Michael maybe getting a new love interest? That doctor can get it. He better not die before any getting can be got.

- Ok for some reason I was convinced for a second that Abby and Maddie knew each other but they don’t and I’m SO here for the “Eddie and Maddie meet Abby” awkward-athon next episode.

- They all talk to Frank, but who does Frank talk to?

- This whole episode promo was so misleading, hate when they do that.

- They had LITERAL sparks flying at Buck and Eddie during the tree “murderer” rescue. Now we know they enjoy a good metaphorical water penis but this scene was 👌👌🤡🤡

- Love the Grant family. I wasn’t really ever worried over Athena because they showed that scene of her being beat up but obviously alive, so we knew, but please, WHY does she insist on going into these places by herself? Just wait for some backup, girl, it’s allowed to have backup. You know how Eddie and Buck always work together to support each other? You could use some of that energy, queen. Petition to get Athena a patrol buddie in season 4.

- Ok here’s an addendum: Thank you @bicepsie for pointing this out, I went back and checked and it is Eddie who gives Buck the axe when they’re all going to find/help Athena. WE STAN HUSBANDS WHO WORK THIS WELL TOGETHER. Please observe and find a work buddie to help you go into situations like this accordingly, Athena.

- Can we get a compilation of Buck running into danger shouting “I got this”? I might have to make this gifset.

- May looking beautiful and serving such beautiful vibes. They did such a good job with her I just want to recite “Oh The Places You’ll Go” to her?? I’m so proud of her.

- Karen and Hen are relationship!goals, minus, you know, that whole one time that she cheated thing.

- Chim and Maddie make me want to be in a relationship so bad. Anyone else have this problem? The way they’re always kind of teasing each other but then supporting each other.. it’s just.. *chokes up*

- We even got some good Josh Russo content in this one. Man we were SPOILED. Josh honey go do whatever feels right for you. I think since we know that the actor is coming back, he’ll probably go and do the impact statement, but I just want him to feel safe and loved and ready to start dating someone who appreciates him.

3x18 Promo thoughts:

- The whole Abby storyline is looking like it will be 🔥

- Abby is worried about her fiancé, SHE HAS TO FIND HIM. You know, like how Buck had to find Eddie that one time?

- Eddie doesn’t like Abby (just look at our emotionally unavailable guy being all: what’s happening? sad face) and I will need ALL the fanfiction on the “Eddie’s being a jealous asshole and Buck doesn’t understand why and Eddie also doesn’t understand why because she has a fiancé and also, he’s not into Buck like that what are you talking about” situation

- That scene between Maddie and Chimney really looks like they just found out she’s pregnant, y’all. I can’t wait for Uncle Buck 😍

Also as always PLEASE let me know if you agree/disagree literally I read all comments/tags and I love it when people shout at me in messages 😻

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dreamingofaizawa · 4 years

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Queen of Hades

Hades! Shouta Aizawa x Persephone! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are not 18 years or older, please refrain from reading any further. Thank you.

Warnings: TW: Incest, kidnapping, stockholm-ish, slow-burn ish, smut, praise kink and body worship if you squint, possessive during smexy time, overstimulation, squirting, dacryphilia, masturbation (not super descriptive tho), unprotected sex (pretty obvious but I’m putting it here anyway), creampie, aftercare, tiny bit of angst at the end but not too bad.

Word Count: 9.7k (Holy shit)

Author’s Note: *kinda long note here, you don’t really have to read it if you don’t want to*

Ohhhkaaaayyyyyy so this took a lot out of me. This is my longest fic so far, and honeslty I’m kinda proud of it. I’ve always been a sucker for Greek mythology, and I’ve always had a soft spot for Hades because he’s so sorely portrayed as a villain in mainstream media. He’s really not as bad as movies like Percy Jackson and Hercules make him out to be. Nothing in the mythology suggests that Persephone was unhappy, so I took it a ran with it. I also drew a bit of inspiration from Lore Olympus on WebToon (iykyk) for the parts regarding Demeter’s parenting.

The only three characters I really referenced to mha besides Aizawa is Hizashi Yamada (Hermes), Momo Yaoyorozu (Aphrodite), and Bakugo Katsuki (Ares). I went with Momo for Aphrodite solely because she seems like the only one Bakugo would willingly listen to since she’s on par with him at least in intelligence. I made Bakugo Ares because he’s the god of war, and tends to get angry easily. Their temperaments are similar, except for the fact that Ares can be pretty cowardly (sorry not sorry Ares).

Anyway, enjoy~

The god sat on his throne, contemplating his lonely existence for what felt like the hundredth time. It may have been, considering he is immortal. At one time, he’d never given loneliness a second thought. He didn’t mind being this way. His job was important, even if melancholy, and he took it very seriously. Keeping Cerberus tame and entertained was probably the most difficult part, physically. The three-headed dog sat at the entrance to the underworld, guarding at all times to ensure any and all souls that passed through could never escape. And Hades simply ruled over this plane of existence, ensuring nothing was out of order and those kept in the depths of Tartarus remained there.

However, in the last couple centuries the raven-haired god had been plagued with longing for someone to share his existence with. He no longer wanted to be alone. He craved someone to spend his time with, someone to think about and experience what mortals and gods alike called love. He wanted a queen. With the time he had on his hands, he prepared himself to scour the mortal realm as well as Olympus, to search under the invisibility his helm allowed him. Soon he was walking the realms, invisible to all creatures, observing, searching for his queen.

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Being the daughter of Demeter wasn’t easy. The goddess hovered over you, making sure you were doing your duties properly as the goddess of vegetation. Being a goddess yourself was only made difficult by your mother. She needed perfection. You worked diligently to hone your powers, urging plantlife to grow to your will and learning about the time before the gods. You spent every day under her guidance, until she was finally satisfied with your performance. She’d finally stopped pushing you about a century ago, now simply watching with no commentary or instructions.

Today was finally the day you’d be able to have time completely alone outside your quarters. You wandered, stopping in a beautiful meadow. The sight made your heart swell with joy. Lush, soft grass stretched as far as you could see, flowers of all colors blanketing the area. From bright, vibrant sunshine yellow to deep cerulean and mulberry. Some of the lone flowers stood tall enough to touch your hips as you floated through the greenery. It was serene, peaceful. Your chest felt light, finally you were free from your mother’s harsh gaze to relax, all alone.

As you finally decided you’d return, you thought of the beauty of the area. It didn’t take long for you to find a few choice blooms to pick and carefully pluck them from the ground. Keeping them alive would be effortless from your amount of training. You’d keep them in your chambers, a memory of the feelings you experienced here. Satisfied with your choices, you took a final glance around you and began your return.

You only made it a few steps when suddenly the ground began to quake. Only a horse’s length from your feet, you watched wide-eyed as the ground split open to a huge chasm, chunks of earth tumbling into the void. A golden chariot pulled by four beautiful black stallions emerged from the fissure, pulling to an abrupt halt next to you. A raven-haired man stood proud in the chariot, one hand extended out toward you. His face showed no emotions, his dark obsidian eyes tired and sad, a scar curved under his right eye and light scruff adorning his chiseled jaw.

You shrunk away from his hand, unsure of his identity or the reason for such a surprise visit. “Who are you?” you ask warily, your eyes narrowing slightly. “I am Hades, god of death and wealth. Your mother would know me as Aidoneus.” Your eyes widened in shock. No wonder you didn’t know who this is. Hades rarely left the Underworld, and hasn’t in the past thousand or so years according to what you’d heard from your mother. Why was he here of all places? Sensing your apprehension, he reached out for you once more.

“Please, my sweet, come with me to the Underworld.” Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. You weren’t entirely sure why the god of death wanted you, but you didn’t want to find out. Shaking your head, you took a few tentative steps backward. “I...don’t want to go with you…” The idea of abandoning your duties was absurd. You were a goddess, and your mother would be absolutely furious if she found out you’d gone with Hades and vanished to the underworld. Not to mention how your family might feel about your sudden disappearance.

A loud cry of your name had you snapping your head toward the source. A beautiful woman donning golden armor wielding a spear was sprinting toward you, her brown curls pulled tight into a woven plait down her back. “Athena!” You called to her as you began to run, but you were lifted off your feet before you could take a second step. In a blur of motion you found yourself in Hades’ golden chariot, a strong arm around your waist holding you tight to the god’s side. He peered down at you with those deep dark eyes as the chariot descended into the chasm.

“I am sorry, my love. But coming with me was never your choice to make.” You looked upward, watching as the earth closed above you. Panicked, you struggled in Hades’ grasp, but he was too strong for you to escape. “Please, don’t fight me.” You shot the god a glare that could kill, tears streaming down your face. “I never asked to be taken! Why? Why have you stolen me away?” A heaved sigh escaped his lips. “I will explain, my love, but for now,” he brings his other hand up and taps your forehead with two fingers, “Sleep.” Your eyelids droop, and your consciousness fades to black.

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He had hoped you’d come with him willingly. Of course, he knew the chances of that happening were rather slim. Confiding in Zeus about his newfound feelings for you may have been a bad idea for him, considering he was the one to come up with this ridiculous plan. The god of the sky was supposed to be distracting most of the other gods and goddesses with a meeting, though it isn’t a surprise that Athena had managed to slip away. He was rather lucky to have been able to escape Athena without direct confrontation. He may be a powerful god, but Athena was the goddess of war strategy and wisdom. She could probably fight Zeus himself and find a way to come out victorious.

But now, as he gaze down at your sleeping form in his bed, he can’t help but feel it was worth the trouble. You were absolutely gorgeous, a beauty to rival Aphrodite, though he’d never say it aloud for fear of the woman’s jealous revenge. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted ever so slightly with your breath. He wants so badly to kiss you, to hold you and cherish you, to worship you the way you should be. But he wants you to accept him and love him of your own accord. He’d made that decision from the first time he laid eyes on you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving you to rest.

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It felt like you hadn’t even been asleep for a second, like you had only just closed your eyes. But you definitely weren’t in the chariot anymore, and Hades was nowhere to be seen. Sitting up, you took in your surroundings. You lay on a large bed covered in fine pelts and furs on the wall furthest from the door. The room itself is large enough to fit at least three chariots and room to spare. Cool blue floated around the room, candles inset in the walls lit with cerulean fire, emitting a soft glow and shadows dancing in the light. The room was relatively empty, save for the armor on the wall along with a two-pronged scepter and a helm. There was no question in your mind where you were.

The large wooden door creaked as it opened, the King of the Underworld himself standing in the doorway. You glared as he made his way over to you and sat on the edge of the bed. “Why am I here, Hades?” You absolutely meant for the edge to come through in your voice, letting out your aggression in the most passive way possible. You hoped the tinge of fear you felt hadn’t shown through as well. As much as you didn’t like being taken against your will and hated Hades for it, you didn’t want to get into a fight with the god of death.

“Please, my name is Shouta. The mortals call me Hades. And you’re here because I’ve fallen in love with you, sweet goddess.” His voice was gentle, apologetic even. “The kidnapping was Zeus’s idea. I only went along with it because I knew my sister would never let me have you if I asked. I know how she is with her children.” You gave a small huff and pulled your knees into your chest, eyes still on the god. “Talking to me first was always an option, you know.” His shoulders shook as he chuckled. “My apologies. I should have talked to you first.”

Apprehensively, you asked the question you were sure you already knew the answer to. You tore your eyes away from him, suddenly the furs underneath you were the most interesting thing in the world. “When can I go back?” His hand appeared in front of you, and you didn’t flinch or move away as his calloused palm cupped your face gently, making you look up into his dark eyes. “I’m sorry, my love. But I can’t let you return yet.” You gave a small nod, and he pulled his hand from your face as he stood. “Walk with me?”

His eyes were hopeful, waiting for the answer he wanted. If you declined, would he force you to go with him anyway? You squeezed your knees further into you, giving an indirect ‘no’ to test his reaction. He let out a small sigh, “I see. If you need anything, you can call for me.” He moved to walk out of the room, not halfway to the door when you stopped him. “Actually...um...I think a walk would be okay.” Slowly, you got up and walked over to him, and he gave a small smile before leading you out of the room.

The underworld was nothing like you thought it would be.

Hades - or rather, Shouta - led you on a tour of all three realms of the Underworld on the boat steered by Charon, the ferryman that delivered souls to the three parts of the Underworld. The Elysian Fields were gorgeous, mirroring daytime in the mortal realm with lush greenery and bright sunshine. This part was reserved for the mortals that were exceptionally heroic in their lifetime. Good people who lived lives giving to the people that needed it with no expectation to be repaid. All the souls here were happy, either playing or relaxing with each other in this afterlife.

The next part was the Asphodel Fields. This realm was darker, stuck in a deep limbo but beautiful all the same. A bright full moon sat high in the sky, the ground littered with luminous teal crystals. These souls were shadows of themselves, normal mortals that made mistakes and loved and lived their lives as best they could. They now live a mirrored life here, as a shadowed version of themselves. It was not a sad existence, but one that the mortal souls could be satisfied with.

As you rode the boat with Shouta on the river Phlegethon toward Tartarus, your body began to shake and your breath shallowed. You could feel the foul energy seeping into the air the closer you got. This was where the worst of the worst were kept prisoner. This realm locked a wicked soul in a loop of punishment and suffering. He looked down at you and wrapped an arm securely around your waist, and you peered up into his black orbs. “Tartarus is not a place I enjoy taking you, but I do intend on making you my Queen. You will need to see it even from a distance. I promise, you are safe.”

With a nod, he turns his attention back toward the bow. The closer you got to Tartarus, the more you began to feel fear. Despite the river of fire and the heat pouring from the banks, your body shook. The sheer bloodlust, anger, resentment, and malice pouring from the shoreline was enough to make your heart race. You may be a goddess, but you are young and weak compared to the god next to you. You feel yourself pressing into Shouta more as you float past the shore. The sights before you are horrific, if only because of the souls that are there.

You’d learned about the war between the gods and the titans early on in your life, and now here you were seeing the titans for yourself. They were enormous. Even on their knees, bound in chains thicker than the largest tree trunk, made from Adamantine the metal of the gods, they towered like mountains. They were monstrous, some with more heads than you could count, some with extra limbs, some with animalistic traits and some purely demonic. The sound of the chains rattling rang through the entire realm as a few lunged out toward the boat, only to be stopped short by the chains.

You jumped several times, fear consuming you. Shouta held you close, his arm tight around your shoulders as you clung to him. Confidence and power radiated off his form as he raised his other arm, the chains around the titans tightening and drawing into the ground with a flick of his wrist. He leaned down and whispered into your ear. “You are safe, my love. They cannot hurt you.” You calmed a bit with Shouta next to you, securing you to him and keeping you safe.

The ferry floated along and soon you were out of the realm of Tartarus, back at the palace grounds that the god lived in. The building was beautiful, built like the temples the mortals built for the gods. However, the stone it was made from was not white but black, polished to a beautiful shine that reflected the cool blue glow from the misty realm. This area was not in any of the three parts of the afterlife. It was the god of death’s personal realm.

The large temple sat high on a rocky hill, a staircase carved into the cliff face that led down to the five rivers that course through the underworld, all of them parallel each other until they branched off. The realm itself was magical in its own right. It seemed to be an enormous cave, huge stalactites hung from the ceiling, which was shrouded in deep blue mist that sparkled and mimicked the night sky. It was so high even the largest and lowest stalactites hung miles above the ground. The ground was all black earth, void of vegetation but full of life all the same, the scent of upturned earth and rain filling your senses.

You ogled at the beauty of it all, despite the darkness. You hadn’t taken the time to observe before the tour, but now that you could you almost didn’t want to look away. You felt the warmth of Shouta’s body as he pressed against your back, a hand gently taking your chin and directing your head up to look at the misty abyss. “Would you like to know what sparkles through the mist?” You gave a small nod. Though the mist was thick, there was something sparkling from far above it that made up the constellations in the sky of the mortal realm.

He stretched an arm out, palm up as if to catch something. The star you recognised as Polaris shone brightly then faded, and the glimmering speck fell from the fog, landing square in Shouta’s palm. It was a large gem, sparkling against the darkness. You traced your fingers along its ragged edges, and it floated back up to its place when you dropped your hand. It was then you remembered that Hades was not only the god of death. He was the god of wealth, of earthly riches, precious gems and metals that mortals sought to obtain.

Shouta’s voice was smooth and deep in your ear, his body still pressed up to yours. “Let us go inside, my love. It is time to rest. Tomorrow, I will take you to see Cerberus.” You let your body relax into him, relishing in the safety of his embrace. Giving a small nod, you let the raven-haired god guide you into the palace. He led you to a hot spring in the back of the palace, the large steaming pool set deep in the ground and illuminated by blue flame candles. He left you alone to bathe, and you relaxed into the water as you reflected on the recent developments.

Despite kidnapping you, the god clearly harbors no ill intentions toward you. He’d even revealed that the whole thing was, in fact, your father’s idea. He’s kind, sweet, nothing like the angry and cruel god the mortals seem to fear. And he radiates power, his strength clear even when he first appeared to you in the field. He suppresses his overwhelming prowess around you, you’d realised. It became clear just how powerful a god he is when he took you through Tartarus. As powerful as he is he’s gentle toward you, compassionate and caring, dare you say loving. He did claim to have fallen in love with you.

Still, you had duties as a goddess, though your mother was more than capable of handling it on her own. The only reason you had duties is because you are the daughter of gods. You wondered briefly what she was thinking right now, if she knew you were gone, if Athena had informed her of your current placement. You would have to wait to find out. Until then, you would enjoy your time here. The Underworld is beautiful, and mostly peaceful, disregarding Tartarus. If Shouta means to make you his Queen, maybe you could learn to love the man as you’ve come to love the realm he rules.

And of course, the god himself was rather handsome. His deep obsidian eyes held eons of emotion. Strength, power, loneliness and longing. And when he looked at you, you could tell he was sure he loved you, his eyes full of pure adoration. His long raven locks framed his face perfectly, the onyx crown he wore nearly invisible in his dark tresses. His jawline was strong, sharp, his ivory skin seemingly glowing blue in the atmosphere of the Underworld. The robes he wore hung loose around his frame, but it wasn’t hard to tell his body was strong and well built. He was a god, after all. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to see him in all his glory.

You finished your bath and fell asleep in the same bed as the god, your backs to each other and plenty of room between you. You only knew him for a single day, but you trusted him with your immortal life. When you woke up, Shouta took you to see Cerberus like he said he would. The dog sat proud just inside the entrance, the gate closer to resembling a cave entrance than an actual gate. Cerberus had his own wide perch above the ground to look down and watch the entrance closely, his job as gatekeeper being taken just as seriously as Shouta took his job as king of the Underworld.

Reaching the river bank, Shouta stepped out and held his hand out to you, helping you out of the riverboat after him. Soon the two of you were approaching the three-headed beast, and the closer you got the more you understood just how large Cerberus is. Sitting on his haunches, his shoulders towered far above your head. You’d have to climb up onto his back to reach his three heads. As the two of you approached, the hound turned his heads and bowed low, muzzles nearly in the dirt with a low growl emanating from him.

Shouta, with a hand at the small of your back, walked up to the beast and placed a hand on the middle head, slowly petting up and down in between his eyes. You could hear the whoosh of his large tail behind him. He may be the guard dog to the Underworld, but he was still a dog, you supposed. “Hello, old friend. Meet your future Queen.” The head closest to you lifted, a large huff blowing in your face from his snout, before his nose twitched as he sniffed at your hair and face. You giggled, the air tickling your neck and face, as you reached up and held the large head in your hands and kissed above his nose.

“Such a sweet boy, aren’t you?” The hound’s tail swished harder and one of his front paws tapped against the ground, his body almost dancing at the praise and attention. Mindlessly, you let your hand pet at his fur as you observed the other two heads. Each one seemed to have a different personality. The one you were giving attention to was happy and jumpy, constantly sniffing and licking you. The one in the center was calm and collected, stoic even, eyes trained on the entrance as Shouta pet it. The furthest from you seemed angry, a low growl a near constant as his gaze was focused on the cave entrance.

“Show her a little respect won’t you? It won’t kill you.” The angry head huffed before turning its gaze to you, giving a short bow, and with a snarl turning his attention back to the entrance. As interesting as guarding the gate seems, the only one that actually entered through the gate was Hermes. You watched as the god zoomed in and out, delivering souls to the dock, sending those who could pay off with Charon as he rowed them to their respective placements. You doubted any soul would be able to leave. They’d be spotted and caught easily, if Cerberus had anything to say about it.

Several months passed while you were down in the Underworld, staying by Shouta’s side through whatever he needed to do. No matter how many times you travelled through the underworld with Shouta, you never got enough of the beauty of it all. Sometimes he’d take you through the Asphodel Fields, deep into the crystal forests. He walked with you through the fields with a warm hand at the small of your back, gently guiding you where you had yet to roam. The longer you stayed, the more you found yourself wanting to be around the god.

Any time he needed to visit Tartarus, you’d join him, and he’d keep you tucked into his side the whole time. You felt safe in his hands. Lately you’d been cuddling closer to him at night, longing for his embrace. His rather thick arms would curl around your waist and shoulders, pulling you tight to his chest. You'd wake up to the god’s deep obsidian eyes on your face, his gaze soft as he told you how beautiful you are or how thankful he was that he could wake up next to you. He’d leave soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks, thick fingers rolling shapes into your skin.

It was those little intimate moments that had you falling, very possibly in love, with the King of the Underworld. When he’d run his hands down your arms and whisper his affections. When he’d teach you about the workings of the Underworld while you pet Cerberus’s head. In the bath when he’d wash you after a long day, never advancing further than a chaste kiss to your shoulder and neck. The lingering, longing, loving gaze he set on you while you rode the riverboat to the different realms. In no time at all you’d realized you’re happy here.

Now, you both stood at the gate with Cerberus once again. One head was nuzzling up against you, the other two focused on the entrance as you and Shouta pet the happy dog. You’d learned that while the center wasn’t averse to physical touch, he preferred to be left alone. The angry one had become less growly and aggressive toward you, which you supposed was progress. Though you were sure if you ever attempted to leave the Underworld, Cerberus would stop you regardless. Not that you wanted to leave.

A whoosh of wind rushed past you and suddenly Hermes was standing on the other side of Shouta, a wide grin plastered on his face as he leaned on the god’s shoulder. “What’s up, Sho?” His hypnotic green eyes wandered over to you and his eyebrows raised as his grin widened. “So this is miss Persephone, is it?” He held a hand out for you to shake. “It’s good to meet you.” Tentatively, you reached out and took his hand, shaking it before you asked the question burning in your mind.

“Sorry, but why did you just call me Persephone?” A moment of realization hit the blonde. “OH! Yeah, you’ve been called Persephone by the mortals, as well as the rest of Olympus. The Bringer of Destruction. Fitting for the Queen of the Underworld, isn’t it?” Your breath quickened and eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. “Why would they call me that? I haven’t done anything!” Shouta narrowed his eyes at the god. “Hizashi, what’s this about?” He leaned away with his hands up in mock surrender.

“Hey, it wasn’t me. When Demeter found out her daughter was missing she abandoned her duties up in Olympus. The mortal realm has slowly been changing ever since she left, slowly becoming cold and barren. It’s not pretty. Your other siblings are trying their best to uphold Demeter’s abandoned chores but...they aren’t their mother.” Shouta slipped an arm over your shoulder, tucking you into his side, and you clung to him in your increasingly distressed state, relishing in the safety his arms often held for you. The two gods talked as you tried to ground yourself.

“How much does Demeter know?” A high-pitched hum rang from the blonde. “Well Zeus, Athena and I are the only ones who know you took her. I believe Hestia, Hera, and Poseidon know she’s here but not how she got here, and the rest just don’t know anything. Zeus made Athena swear not to say anything, but considering she’s his favorite it may be only a matter of time before she confesses to Demeter with no repercussions. There’s also a possibility Aphrodite and Eros know for reasons that should be obvious to you.”

While they spoke your mind was reeling. You never thought anything of your mother’s hovering, but she’d abandoned her duties up in Olympus just because you’d vanished. What did that even mean? And now that the mortal realm was suffering, would you be punished for it? Would you be blamed for your mother’s absence?

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“Do I have to go back to Olympus?” Shouta could hear the slight panic and sadness in your voice, and it made his grip around you just a bit tighter. Both their eyes flicked over to you, Shouta’s gaze soft and concerned. Hermes - Hizashi - gave a kind smile. “So far, nothing’s been decided. Zeus is pretty adamant about keeping this whole thing discreet, so for now you can stay here with Sho.” You seemed to relax in his arms, but Shouta could tell you were still stressed about the whole situation.

“Thanks ‘Zashi.” The blonde nodded, then zipped away and returned to his duties as the messenger god. Shouta looked back down at you and he could see the tension in your face. Eyebrows slightly scrunched, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you chewed on it, crossed arms and hands clutching your biceps. He’d almost call it adorable if he couldn’t feel just how stressed you were, leaning your body into him like a cat seeking shelter from the rain. His arm slipped down to your waist as he guided you back to the ferry.

It didn’t take long for the both of you to be back at the temple. He sat you on the bed then kneeled in front of you, rough hands gently holding your own, calloused thumbs massaging circles into your skin. “My love, you are upset.” He watched and listened as you poured out your worries, all of them fears of whether or not the mortal realm would survive, if you were to be punished for your mother’s actions, if your mother would punish you herself for disappearing. He reassured you that he wouldn’t let anyone punish you for anything, that he’d protect you with his life.

He had already vowed to himself never to let anything happen to his precious Queen. He is not a violent god, but he would hunt down any soul that dared so much as a wrong thought about you, vowing that there would be hell to pay. If he ever let something happen to you, he swore he’d never leave the Underworld again, and instead trap himself in Tartarus indefinitely. Eventually, he would express his devotion to you, his undying love and loyalty, but for now all you needed to know was that you were safe with him.

His heart nearly skipped a beat when your eyes filled with tears, voice breaking as you cried about not wanting to leave the Underworld, not wanting to leave his side. You’d grown to love the realm for all it had, as well as the man who ruled over it. He knew as well as you did that you would eventually have to return to Olympus, and there was no guarantee you would ever come back. Well, there was one, but he would never suggest it to you for it was almost cruel. It kept you connected to this realm, like a chain to an anchor.

But then you had to go and ask.

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You could see the turmoil behind his dark irises. He was thinking, and thinking hard. “Sho...is there any way for me to come back?” His jaw clenched, something you’d come to recognize as a signal of stress for the god of death. “What do you mean, love? You could return any time you like.” You squeezed his hands, willing him to listen. “I mean permanently, Shouta. If somehow my mother refuses to let me return, is there a way to tie me to you? To make sure I need to return no matter what?”

His usually calm features twisted in surprise, eyes wide and jaw clenched tight, his hands gripping your own. But the shock only lasted a moment before he was relaxing again. “My love, there is a way. But it is not kind to you, to force you to return here.” The sadness at that statement was clear in his eyes. He didn’t want to think of it, but the possibility for you to never want to return to him was there. Your eyebrows furrowed deeply and you ripped your hands away from his, planting your palms on either side of his face and forcing him to look deep into your eyes.

“I want to return here, Shouta, to you. Look into my soul and tell me I’m lying to you.” His dark onyx stared into you, and you stared back. He would know your sincerity, whether he wanted to or not. He had to know how much you truly cared, how far you’d fallen since that day in the meadow when he scooped you up into his golden chariot. You had to make him know. He didn’t protest when you began to pull him closer, leaning in until your lips ghosted over each other.

You’d never been this close before. He never advanced on you, never made you uncomfortable, never forced anything on you. He refused to force even the smallest things on you, like placing a hand on your waist or your shoulder, always asking permission and making sure you were okay first and foremost. Maybe it was just because of how gentle he is with you, or the fact that he’s the sweetest deity you’d met. Maybe it was the work of Eros. But you were no doubt in love with Shouta.

When your lips connected it was like a wave of heat crawled over your body, a spark igniting flame that rolled through your veins. You fit perfectly together, molding to each other in a sweet, passionate kiss. His own hands found purchase on your waist and neck, gentle caresses holding you close. Finally pulling away, you were both breathless, sucking in air through shuddered breaths and adrenaline. His voice came through heavy and thick with swirling emotions. “There is a way to keep you here, but will you wait and think about the decision before it is made?”

You knew what he was doing. He was preparing himself for what, in his mind, is an inevitable rejection from you. You also understood that he was taking you greatly into consideration, thinking about you and your happiness first. And that’s why you knew you loved him. Because you cared about him before yourself. Loving each other more than yourselves was something you shared. “Tell me now, my King, and I promise I’ll think about it.”

He sighed, but you couldn’t tell if it was from relief, sadness, or stress. Regardless, he explained to you the magic of the Underworld, and that if you were to eat a pomegranate seed from the realm you’d be compelled to return, whether you wanted to or not. You gave a nod and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you, Shouta. I will think about it. And you’ll know my answer when it comes time for me to return to Olympus.” He nodded, clearly grateful that you’d heed his words. However you fully intended to eat a seed when asked to return to Olympus. You had already made up your mind, and nothing could change it.

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Waking up every day to see your face was a blessing for the god of death. He loved that you’d become comfortable with him, that you curled into his side while you slept. He adored your half-lidded, sleepy eyes when you first woke up in the morning. He adored your mussed hair before you combed it out and pulled it into a loose braid down your shoulder. Everything you did made him adore you even more, everything about you was the most beautiful thing to him.

He loved all of you, all that you did and said, every little detail of your existence. And he made sure you knew, whispering sweet nothings as he held you in bed, praising your beauty while he bathed with you. Every morning he watched your gorgeous eyes flutter open and made known his gratitude for being able to hold you so close. You never said much yourself, but he’d never have it any different. Your movements were enough for him. He lived for the little gestures and physical touches. The way you’d cling to him while you were out, how you’d hug him close at night. How you’d lean into his chest while you bathed together, or run your fingers through his hair when you relax in bed.

But he hated what you did to him, when you’d get close and squish your body up against him, when he felt your soft skin under his rough palms. He hated the feelings being with you unlocked, the filthiest parts of his mind coming to light. He wanted to ruin you in the best way, to make you his forever. He wants to worship every inch of you, and watch as you unravel beneath him. Late at night while you were fast asleep he’d gaze at your body, eating up every bit of exposed skin and letting his imagination run rampant. Tears falling down your face from pure overwhelming pleasure, sweet sounds pouring from your kiss-swollen lips, legs quivering and fingers clawing at the bed beneath you.

Tonight was no different as his eyes raked over your slumbering form. He could feel himself hardening just at the sight of you, and it drove him insane. He was slightly disappointed in himself for allowing something like lust to affect him so heavily. But it did, and he had to take care of it.

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You were only half awake when you heard a soft curse and felt Shouta shift in bed behind you. When you rolled over to curl into him, you confirmed he wasn’t there and it woke you up rather quickly. Still a tiny bit groggy, you got up and went to search for him through the temple. Really, there weren’t very many places to search. It wasn’t long before you ended up outside the bathing room, but something stopped you before you stepped through the curtained entryway.

You could hear heaved breaths and soft curses from inside, the light slosh of water muffling a lot of the sounds. The sounds which were coming from none other than Shouta. You slowly pulled the curtain back, just barely, and peeked in. The sight before you made your thighs squeeze together and heat build in your stomach. The god was leaning on the edge of the small pool, head thrown back and his lower half below the water. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was doing, with his hand submerged and the muscles in his arm flexing and pumping slowly.

You’d be lying if you denied how much you wanted him. You craved him in the worst way, wanted to touch his bare skin and feel the muscles in his back tense under your fingers. You wanted to see him lose himself and ravage you, to watch as he let his more primal instincts take over. The only problem you saw was how you would approach the subject, especially when your lustful feelings were becoming very hard to ignore. But now, you had just found the perfect opportunity.

Shouta’s back was mostly turned toward the curtains, so it wasn’t hard for you to slip into the room unnoticed. Silently, you padded up behind him and knelt. He was still pumping himself below the water, whispering filthy words and your name under heavy breaths. You reached out and grabbed his shoulders, making him jump, but you quickly shushed him. “It’s me, my King.” He froze, his entire body tensing and his shoulders rising with shuddered breaths.

“I-I’m sorry, my love...I-” You released your grasp and leaned over to look in his eyes, silencing him. “No, Shouta. Don’t be sorry. We may be deities but we are afflicted with emotion, same as any mortal.” Leaning down, you kissed and nipped below his jaw. “Come to bed, and we can help each other with those emotions.” He turned his head to you, brows slightly furrowed and concern laced in his voice. “You don’t have to help me, sweet girl. You shouldn’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “Did I not just say we’d help each other?” Surprise was evident on his face as he gazed up at you from the water. You leaned close to his face, lips just grazing each other, and stared deep into his eyes. “If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t have offered.” Just as he pressed forward, you leaned back and stood, leaving the god shocked and wanting more. “I’ll be in bed, if you feel like joining me.” You swayed your hips a little more as you disappeared behind the curtains, a small tease to lure the god.

Back in the room, you stood at the foot of the bed, back to the door as you waited for him. You made it abundantly clear what you wanted, that you knew what you were asking for, and knew what you were offering. The door creaked open, and you could feel the heat of Shouta’s gaze on your body. He was on you nearly instantly as the door shut, his hands roaming your body and lips ghosting over your neck. His voice was raspy, heavy with lust and want. “Are you sure you want this?” You pushed your hips back into him, feeling his hardness through your thin robes.

A sighed ‘yes’ passed your lips, and it was all the confirmation the god needed. His hands came up and pulled the fabric off your body, the cloth wrapped around his waist following soon after. His thick fingers pinched and pulled at your body, relentless in their attack on your skin. His touch floated over you, sending electricity buzzing through you. Lust built like a wildfire, spreading and burning your blood as it coursed through your veins. You leaned back into him, pressing yourself against his strong body as he peered down yours and left kisses on your neck and shoulder. Your body felt impossibly hot, arousal pulling you deep into him as he traced your body with feather light touches.

Suddenly he grasped your hips tight, turning you and pushing you backward onto the bed. He stayed standing, and you both took a good look at each other for the first time. Yes, you often bathed together, but your back was always to his chest, and the lower halves of your body were submerged. He never touched you anywhere other than your back, shoulders and hair when he helped to wash you, and you never turned to look at him. But now, as you looked up, there was no doubt in your mind you were looking at a god.

He looked as if he was sculpted from marble, ivory skin pulled taut over chiseled muscles. Scars littered his body, discolored lines carved into his skin, each holding a story. Your breath hitched in your throat when your eyes landed on his cock. You may be a goddess, but if you weren’t prepared, he would undoubtedly destroy you. You felt more than heard the deep chuckle he let out, a devilish smirk set on his lips. “Don’t worry, little one. I won’t break you,” you lifted your eyes to meet his, “Yet.” You swallowed thickly, anticipation building in your chest. He climbs up and slots himself between your legs, leaning over you as his hair hangs in curtains around your face, drawing your eyes to the man above you.

“My love, you can tell me to stop any time.” The look in his eyes told you just how serious he was. He would do anything you asked of him without a second thought. You gave a nod and looped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him down into a deep, sweet kiss. Your bodies pressed into each other, your skin burning against his as every cell in your body longed for his touch. Both your tongues poked out and melded together, tasting and savoring each other while his hands roamed down your body and your fingers massaged into his scalp.

When he finally pulled away you both panted, hot breaths fanning over each other’s face. One of his hands trailed down and gripped your thigh, fingers digging into your plush flesh as he ventured toward your heated core. He gathered the slick at the apex of your thighs, groaning at both how wet you had become and the little breathy moan you let out as he pushed a thick digit into your sopping folds. Soon he was adding a second, the burn quickly subsiding into pleasure as his thick fingers curled and scissored, stretching you and preparing you for his cock.

The pleasure was intense for you, never having experienced it like this before. In the 200 years of your life you’d never lain with a man, but there was nothing your mother could do to stop you from learning to pleasure yourself. She knew nothing about what you did alone in your chambers. But this was something different entirely. Shouta’s fingers reached deeper than yours could, stroking every sensitive spot inside you that you’d never known existed. Your legs shook as that familiar coil built in your abdomen, though much faster than you could build it on your own.

Shouta cooed praises into your ear, that knot beginning to fray the more he focused his attention on that gummy spot on your walls. His thumb slick with your juices reached up and rubbed at the little nub between your folds, and it only took a few tight circles for you to fall apart on his fingers with a moan. He drew out your orgasm, curling his fingers into you until you were choking on sobs from the overwhelming pleasure, your thighs trying to clamp down on his hand and nails digging crescent shapes into his wrist.

You whimpered as he pulled his fingers from you, moaning softly as you watched him suck your essence off his fingers with a lewd groan. He leaned down and pulled you into another heated kiss, and you could taste yourself on his lips. “Are you ready for me?” His breaths are heavy, hands gripping your hips tight, jaw set as he tries to compose himself. “Yes, my love. I’m ready.” He kisses you softly as he pushes into you slowly, swallowing up the little mewls dripping from your lips. One hand is rubbing at your swollen clit and the other toying with your breast to distract you from the stretch of his thick cock.

Your own hands are dragging down his back, trying to ground yourself as the god sank all the way into your cunt, stilling as he bottoms out completely. You’re both taking heaving breaths as your walls flutter, adjusting to him. Your legs are quaking and you mewl softly, tugging at his hair. “Please, Shouta, move.” He pulls his hips back and slowly thrusts back in, dragging the head of his cock along your sensitive walls deliciously. He starts a slow pace, languidly driving himself deep inside you. He leans down and kisses at your neck, the angle change making you throw your head back and moan.

You purposely clench down on him, and he bucks his hips up into you with a curse under his breath. His hands come back to your hips, fingers digging harshly into your skin as he growls. He pulls back until only the tip of his cock sits inside you, and snaps his hips forward, punching all the air from your lungs as he sets a brutal pace. Shouta doesn’t react as your nails claw furiously at his back, only yanks your body into him as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust. Deep guttural growls and moans pour from his lips, the sound of wet skin slapping skin and the sweet, salty smell of sex permeating the room.

The little air you’re able to suck in is expelled in whines and sobs, fat tears streaming from your eyes as they roll back in your skull. Your mind was so far gone with pleasure, your entire body shivering and shaking as calloused fingers rub your clit, sending you head first into a powerful orgasm. His growls deepened as he kept himself from his own release, pounding into you with reckless abandon. His voice was raspy and breathless and one hand gripped your chin, tilting you to face him as he slowed his rutting. “That’s right, little goddess. Cry for your god, for your King. Tell me, who do you belong to?”

You took a moment to breathe through a sob, barely able to think with the overwhelming sensations. He was still thrusting his hips into you, slowly, dragging along your fluttering walls and gripping your face ever so slightly harder. “Answer me, sweet girl. Who do you belong to?” He punctuated the question with a sharp snap of his hips, stealing the air from your lungs before you gasped it back in. “You! I belong to you Shouta!” He’s pounding into you again, his hand moving to squeeze gently at your neck as he drives his cock deep into you over and over again.

“Yes, you’re mine. All mine forever. My goddess, my Queen, my wife, my love.” He lets out a loud moan, rubbing at your clit furiously. “Cum for me again, pretty thing. Cum.” Your entire body thrashes with the intensity of your orgasm, electricity jolting through you, your body answering Shouta’s command as if it knew you belonged to him, just as you both had said. You scream a moan as clear liquid splashes over his thighs and abdomen, and he fucks into you relentlessly as he chases his own release. With a long, low growl he shoves himself up against your cervix, pumping his thick seed into you and painting your insides white.

He keeps his cock buried deep inside you as he wraps his arms under your waist and rolls over onto his back, holding you tight to him as you lay boneless on his chest. You’re panting heavily, a sheen of sweat covering the both of you as he rubs his palms up and down your back. Fatigue tugs at your mind, your eyelids drooping as your breathing finally evens out. You feel Shouta shift your body with ease, pulling himself out of you with a hiss and lifting you into his arms.

You nuzzle into his chest as he walks, and soon you’re in the warm water of the bath, sitting on the submerged ledge between Shouta’s legs and leaning back into his chest. You can feel the water running down your arms as his hands cup and pour it over you. His rough hands are gentle as they run over your body, slowly cleaning you and massaging your aching muscles. You’re drifting in and out of consciousness, barely registering being carried once again before being laid down on the bed again. Shouta’s strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest as you relax in his hold.

Barely conscious, you kiss his chest lightly, getting a kiss to your temple from the god. His deep voice is tired, but happy, gravelly from earlier. “I love you, (y/n).” You echo the sentiment, barely a whisper, and somewhere in your mind you wonder if he heard you. The question vanishes as quick as it had appeared, and you drift off to sleep.

***About 2 months later***

It was early, much earlier than you’d normally wake up, when someone showed up at the temple. You were in bed with Shouta, and he awoke at the presence of other gods. Yes, gods. The both of you went to see who it was that garnered his attention. Hizashi - Hermes - stood at the top of the staircase with another god and a goddess. You recognized both. The god with spiky blonde hair and eyes red as blood was Ares, god of war. The goddess had hair black as Shouta’s pulled high on the back of her head. The front of her red dress draped low, down to her navel, her shapely figure complimented by the soft fabric that was no doubt woven from silk. Aphrodite.

The three stood at attention as the two of you walked out, the three eyeing you with very different looks on their faces. Hizashi regarded you fondly, like old friends reconnecting. Ares was angry and guarded, as always, and Aphrodite had a glint in her eyes that you couldn’t quite discern. The ravenette turned to the god of war and nodded, and Ares visibly relaxed, no longer ready for a fight. Hizashi strolled over and leaned on Shouta’s shoulder again, a wide grin plastered on his face. “Hiya, Sho.” The blonde nodded his head at you. “(y/n).”

You smiled back at him, greeting him kindly before turning to the other two and giving a short bow. Aphrodite returned it, but Ares almost sneered. You weren’t really surprised. “Why are you three here, Hizashi?” Shouta asked sternly. The blonde seemed to deflate slightly as he walked back over to the other two and stood with them before speaking. “Well, for one, Demeter knows now where her favorite daughter has disappeared to. Imagine her fury when she found out her own brother had stolen her away.” Shouta groaned, then huffed. “She’ll live.”

The blonde chuckled. “Probably. Zeus has ordered that Persephone, formerly known as Kore and given the name (y/n) by Demeter, return to Olympus indefinitely.” Your eyes widened in shock and time seemed to freeze at his words. Your heartbeat drowned out any other noise, panic swirling in your head. Indefinitely? That meant until your mother decided you could come back to Hades, and you knew the answer would be never. You couldn’t live in a world where you couldn’t come back to Shouta.

The god could sense your distress and pulled you into a tight embrace, still discussing the arrangement with the three deities. But your mind was elsewhere. You knew what had to be done if you ever wanted to return. Heart racing, you leaned back and grabbed Shouta’s face, pulling him to meet your eyes. “Let me eat a seed, Shouta. Please.” His eyebrows knit together and his body tensed as he shook his head. “I can’t let you do that, my love. I can come visit you in Olympus instead.” But you wouldn’t have any of it.

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He watched as your eyes filled with tears, your voice quivering and breaking as you spoke. “No! My mother won’t let you see me! And even if I begged her she won’t allow me to return here. She won’t let me come back to you.” Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, sobs shaking your shoulders as you tried to hold them back. He hated seeing you so sad, so heartbroken. But he knew what would happen if you ate a pomegranate seed. To be fair, so did you, and you were willing to do it if it meant you could see him again.

You were willing to be compelled to return, compelled so strongly that if you didn’t return your body would fall ill and weak, pain seeping into your very bones. You would need to return here, to the Underworld, or you would suffer. You would need this realm to survive. He had explained it to you when you asked, and you’d promised you would think about it. Still, he hated the very idea of you being in pain. His mind reeled with the possibilities, and as much as he hated it, you both knew how this was going to go.

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Staring up at the god, you waited as he lost himself in thought. You didn’t want to force his hand, but if you needed to, you would. Three other deities were present, and could probably hold him long enough for you to pull a red fruit from the earth and swallow down a seed. A deep sigh came from the raven haired god, and a large hand cupped your face as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. He leaned his forehead against yours and sighed softly before speaking, his voice low. “I won’t force you, my love. It is your choice to make.”

You let out a shaky, relieved breath and pulled away from him. Extending your arm out to your side, palm down to the earth, you willed the plant to grow. In mere seconds, a tree sprouted from the dirt, a single large pomegranate glowing with the magic of the Underworld hanging just at your face. You plucked it smoothly, then let the tree shrink back down and vanish. You cracked the fruit open and held a single seed in your palm, looking to Shouta as you took a deep breath. He gave a final nod, and you popped the seed into your mouth, swallowing it whole.

You felt the magic course through you, a piece of the Underworld itself flowing through your body and making itself a part of you. Turning to the three, you spoke, radiating the confidence of a Queen and a goddess. “You three have witnessed me consume a pomegranate seed from the Underworld of my own volition. You know that Hades has not forced anything upon me.” The three nod, acknowledging the truth in your statement. You addressed the goddess of love. “Aphrodite, I believe you can confirm that I love Shouta just as he loves me, and that it was not influenced by you or Eros but developed naturally.”

She gave a sweet smile, nodding in confirmation. Turning back to Shouta, you wrapped your arms around him and he held you tight in a final embrace before you left for Olympus with Hermes, Ares, and Aphrodite. You peered up into his dark obsidian eyes. “I’ll be back, I promise.” He smiled down at you, adoration and love the only emotions in his gaze beside a tinge of despair. “I know you will, my Queen. If you are ever in danger, or if you long for me too much to bear, tap the ground and I will come to you.”

You held him close, then separated and walked to Hermes, who picked you up gently and held you to his chest. Aphrodite and Ares climbed into their own chariot and set off before you. With a final glance to the god of death, you called out to him.

“I love you Shouta.”

“I love you too (y/n).”

He and the rest of the Underworld vanished in a blur, replaced by the grand palace grounds of Olympus.

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