#Eros: my wife is a bitch and I love it

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Honestly tho shout out to Luna McNamara for making Eros an ornery depressed cat loving wife guy and Psyche equally ornery and also the fiestiest bitch alive or dead

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𓅨 Eros: Chapter Eight

Eros: Married to Dream of the Endless, you find yourself sent back in time to Ancient Greece where you, unfortunately, meet Oneiros. Fresh off a divorce and drowning the sorrows of his son’s death by indulging in the Panathenaia, you find yourself trapped beneath the lustful gaze of your future husband. In your defense, he seduced you first…

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Morpheus x Wife!Reader, Time Travel, Oneiros is used for AncientGreek!Morpheus.

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You know better than to egg your husband on, but you are, after all, a glutton for punishment. So when Morpheus' eyes turn brilliant silver and your world shifts around your naked bodies, you realize you've just provoked him into making a point.

"Beloved, if you are still able to use your legs come the morrow, I am not jealous."

You most definitely are not going to be able to use your legs tomorrow, and probably the day after either. Morpheus' fingers trace a fiery path across your skin, leaving you with a burning desire that matches the intensity of his gaze. The air crackles with anticipation as he draws you closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"You asked for this, my love," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine. And oh, how you welcome the sweet agony of his touch. In a heartbeat, Morpheus lifts you up effortlessly and carries you to your large, plush bed. Every muscle in his body seems to hum with barely restrained power as he lays you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. The look in his eyes is primal, full of desire and hunger that sends a thrill through your entire being.

His hands roam over your exposed skin, tracing the marks already there and igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume every rational thought. With a low growl, he claims your lips in a searing kiss, a promise of what is to come. Your body responds eagerly to his touch, arching into him as if seeking more, needing more. What a lusty bitch you are being. And he is going to devour every molecule of it.

His lips leave yours as his hands cradle one of your legs, and you watch in rapt attention as he nuzzles the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Then his tongue darts out, tracing a line from your knee to your hip, and you can feel the heat of his breath and the dampness of his tongue against your skin. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you feel your pulse throbbing in your veins, matching the rhythm of his kisses.

With a low groan, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of your thigh, blooming marks to match the ones you already have. Pleasure ricochets up your spine, making you twitch. His tongue dances over the bite, soothing and teasing the sting away as he rubs the sensitive area, sending waves of pleasure ebbing and flowing through your body.

The room fills with the sounds of his tongue lapping up the releases clinging to your skin, and you grip the sheets beneath you, your body shaking with need. You moan softly, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you. You open your eyes, and in the dim light, you see him looking up at you, his hungry gaze locking with yours. He smiles, the predator finally unleashed.

His teeth graze your hip, and the pain-pleasure mix sends you into a frenzy, your hips rising to meet him, seeking out more of his relentless touch. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, a living inferno that threatens to consume you whole. His hands tighten around your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he anchors himself to you.

Thus begins the cleanup of your thighs before Morpheus, undoubtedly, makes another mess, this time by his cock. His tongue carves paths along your hypersensitive flesh, collecting the remnants of both you and his younger self, savoring the intoxicating taste.

His tongue continues its dance, teasing and tempting, as he caresses the sensitive nerves leading to the apex of your need. The electric sensations rip through your body, sparking a growing intensity within you. You can feel his breath, warm and moist, against your skin, and when his lips finally meet the delicate and engorged flesh of your cunt, you whine in anticipation.

His tongue plunges deep, teasing and flicking against your most sensitive spots as you moan in pleasure. His rhythm is steady, building your desire to overwhelming heights. You can feel the wetness seeping from your cunt, mixing with the saliva and staining his tongue with your taste.

The room now echoes with the sounds of your passionate cries and the wet slurping of his mouth. You think you can handle it, but as he begins to suck, you find yourself gasping for breath. It is more intense than you could have ever imagined; he is drawing out your essence, and you are helpless to stop him. You grip the sheets as the wave of pleasure begins to crest and crash over you.

His lips are now locked around your clit, his tongue swirling and flicking in a rhythm that has you writhing beneath him. You can feel the orgasm building, an unstoppable force that threatens to consume you whole. You call out his name, pleading for relief as the tension within you grows. Each stroke of his tongue feels like a lightning bolt, jolting through your nerves and intensifying the pleasure.

Your body arches off the bed, your hips bucking wildly as the climax hits you with the force of a thousand suns. You feel your muscles clench and release, your nerves dancing in an ecstatic frenzy. The room pulses with the intensity of your orgasm, the air thick with the scent of your arousal.

As the waves of pleasure subside, you lay there panting, completely spent. Morpheus gently lifts his head, his eyes locked on yours. There is a hunger in his gaze, a promise of more to come. With a knowing smile, he kisses your inner thigh, his warm breath whispering against your skin.

You gaze at him, breathless and swollen with desire. His eyes are dark and intense, mirroring the intensity of your feelings. With a slow, sensual movement, he traces the lines of your body with his fingers, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine.

"You are exquisite," he growls, his voice low and pulsing with a primal energy. "I need you now, more than ever."

Your heart races, the thought of his touch sending waves of warmth through your entire being. With a nod of consent, you pull him closer, your eyes locked on his. His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving deep, exploring the sweetness of your mouth.

Your fingers now tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. As his lips leave yours, they trail down your neck, his teeth gently nibbling at your skin.

His hands roam your body, tracing the curves and dips with deliberate intention. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, as if he carries the entire world's desire within him. The room seems to sway around you, lost in the swell of your passion.

As his fingers reach the delicate skin at the small of your back, you let out a soft moan, feeling yourself surrender to his touch. The need within you grows, and as he pulls away from the kiss, you can see it mirrored in his eyes.

He positions himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours as he slides inside you. The sensation is one of pure ecstasy, a fusion of two bodies embraced in the raw and primal hunger that has consumed you both.

You know how truly fucked you are when his thrusts start out slow.

Each movement is deliberate, calculated, as if he is savoring every second of the connection between the two of you. His eyes are still locked onto yours, his gaze intense, unwavering.

Your eyes roll back, pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave. Each foray of his hips sends electric pulses through your body, your cunt tightening with every thrust. You can't help but arch your back, meeting him with the same hunger that burns in his eyes. Even the minutes without him felt like eternity to you.

The room becomes a symphony of louder, more passionate sounds, the wet slapping of skin on skin, and shared moans and gasps as the intensity of your connection grows. His hips move faster now, each thrust deeper, driving you both higher and higher into the frenzy of need.

You feel the tension building again in your core, the familiar ache of the orgasm about to consume you. You claw at the sheets beneath you, your nails digging into the fabric as a low, primal growl escapes your lips.

He drives into you harder, his eyes never leaving yours, his gaze now filled with raw lust. The pleasure builds, the release inevitable. Your entire body tenses as the wave of orgasm crashes over you, your cries filling the room as you are consumed by the pleasure.

You hear him growling, his own release imminent, and then he is coming too, hot and explosive as he fills your more than abused cunt with his seed. You feel him collapse on top of you, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his release. Your breaths become synchronized, and you lie there, spent and entwined, the only sounds in the room being your still ragged breathing and the occasional twitch of his hips as the last remnants of his orgasm continue to pulse within him.

When your fingers find his hair and you stroke them through the midnight strands, you feel Morpheus nuzzle his face into your neck. The silent tears you can feel against your inflamed skin almost tear your heart open yet again.

You clutch him closer to you, wrapping your arms tight while curling a leg around his.

“It hurt so much to see you like that,” you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. Morpheus' arms constrict, his jaw tight as he kisses the side of your neck. “I couldn’t— I couldn’t just stand around and watch you in pain.”

“Is that why you hid from me?” Morpheus’s words are almost lost against your flesh, but you catch them.

You nod, unable to speak, the pain in your heart echoing the pain in your physical body.

“Oh, Morpheus,” you say softly, “I tried to make it better. I tried so hard to make you forget that pain. But I’m worried I made it worse.”

"Do not speak of such things, beloved," Morpheus murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. He gently pulls back to look into your eyes, his own blazing silver. “You gave me shelter in a time when I had lost myself in my own shortcomings.”

He leans in to kiss you, tenderly brushing his lips against yours, his warmth seeping into your worry-filled heart.

“I do have a question,” you state, your mind lingering on the feral fucking you and Oneiros had spent days partaking in.

"Yes?" he replies, tracing the curve of your cheek with his thumb, still just as amazed and enamored by your beauty as he had been over 2000 years ago. Your gaze turns frank.

“Why haven’t you ever fucked me like that?” Morpheus draws back, the corners of his lips twitching as he considers your question. His eyes never leave yours, and a strange mix of emotions flashes in his gaze before settling into a thoughtful, almost wistful expression.

"You... you mean during the... the time... during your mortal life?" he asks, his voice slightly thick as he struggles to find the words. "You are the one that my being would be destroyed and that the fabric of the universe would unravel should anything ever happen to you," he continues, ever dramatic, his thumb still gently stroking your cheek. Then his eyes darken a shade. “But given your lascivious actions in Panathenaia and insinuations of jealousy…”

“Gird my loins?” you offer with a teasing smirk. Silver glimmers with stars and you sink into your mattress at the look your husband gives you. You really should stop egging your husband on.

His eyes fill with a desire you have never seen before, a hunger that seems to come from a place deep within. And then, without warning, he moves, his lips crushing fiercely against yours as he devours you in a kiss that promises passion beyond anything you could have imagined.

Your heart races as his hands suddenly hold your face, urging you to open your mouth and accept his tongue. You comply, the kiss becoming more intense, fueled by the unspoken desires that have been building between you for eons. You feel his lips exploring every inch of your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours in a rhythm that syncopates with the lustful beating of your hearts.

You press your body against his, your breasts, soft and sensitive, flush against a chest chiseled from sheets of stardust. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders as you kiss him back, lost in the torrent of desire coursing through your veins. The room seems to dance with the pulsating energy of a thousand galaxies, and you can feel the echo of a thousand heartbeats thrumming in sync with yours.

Morpheus's hand drifts down from your face, tracing the curve of your neck, and then moves lower to cup your breast. You moan against his lips, your eyes fluttering as he expertly strokes the sensitive peak with his thumb, blooming a wildfire of sensations that make you squirm beneath him. With each stroke of his thumb, your desire intensifies, and you become increasingly aware of the hard length of his erection pressing against your leg.

“Morpheus,” you gasp in between ferocious kisses that make it difficult to form words. “Stop toying with me!” You make an effort to buck your hips up, basking in the electric feel of his cock sliding against your cunt.

His lips leave yours, trailing up your jawline, and he whispers, "I've wanted this for so long," as he nips at your earlobe. "And I have no intention of toying with you."

With that, he releases your breast and slides his hands down your waist to your hips, pulling you close against him. His erection, now fully erect and pulsing with desire, presses against your soaking sore lips. You whimper softly as he begins to grind against you, both of you lost in the building passion.

His hands drift down to your thighs, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he squeezes and lifts you to wrap your legs around him. You arch your back, your heels digging into his back, meeting his teasing thrusts eagerly. So close but not in you yet.

Morpheus slowly breaks the tender kiss, his warm breath caressing your ear as he whispers, "Let's make love, my beloved. So you may intimately know the one to whom you have promised your heart." The weight of his words hangs in the air, thick and alluring like a foggy night.

As he speaks, he slips the head of his throbbing cock between your dripping folds, slowly pushing into you inch by delicious inch. You cry out at the exquisite sensation, your body trembling with anticipation. He reaches around and cups your breast again, tweaking your sensitive nipple, causing you to air out a strained groan.

You grip his back, your nails digging into his skin, desperate for more of him. The pounding of your heart echoes in your ears as he continues to thrust, his pace becoming more frenzied with each passing second. The room swirls around you, a kaleidoscope of colors and shadows, as your body surrenders to the pleasure he is bringing.

With an overwhelming yearning for release, you let out a guttural moan, his name escaping your lips like a plea. The intoxicating whirlwind of lust consumes you both, drowning out any sense of time or place. Morpheus' laughter echoes around you, a deep rumble that sends shivers down your spine and ignites a fire within you. He intensifies his movements, his body becoming a relentless force upon yours as he delves deeper and harder, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you like a thunderous storm. Each collision of your bodies is filled with the raw intensity of desire, leaving you both breathless and lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

As the intensity builds to a fever pitch, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion. Your body is no longer your own; it belongs to Morpheus, and he is taking you to new heights of pleasure. With each thrust, he seems to be unlocking something deep within you, breaking down any barriers that had previously held you back.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, and your breaths come in ragged gasps as you cling to him with your nails. Every muscle in your exhausted body is taut, braced for the explosive release that has been building since the moment his lips touched yours once more.

Morpheus's hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip as he continues to move relentlessly inside you. His lips trail hot kisses along your neck and shoulders, and his words fall upon your skin like a delicate caress.

"You are mine," he growls against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "And I am yours."

The mere sound of his assertion sends a searing wave of heat coursing through you, heightening the exquisite agony that has you clawing for release.

Your body responds to his dominance, whipping your thoughts and desires into a feverish frenzy. You wriggle beneath him, craving to be completely subsumed by him—anchored to him as he continues to thrust, chasing that ephemeral edge that hangs within reach.

Every muscle in your body tightens, each nerve ending on fire as he drives you to the precipice of ecstasy, and you know there is only one place to fall.

And so you do.

As your body surrenders to the waves of pleasure washing over you, your cunt flutters and flexes around his cock, squeezing him tightly. Your heart races in unison with his, your breath hitching with each other's ragged gasps. You are no longer just two bodies intertwined but one entity consumed by the unrelenting force of desire.

The aftermath leaves you breathless and drenched in sweat, your limbs shaking as you collapse against the bed sheets. You shift in place as your body screams at you that it has had enough. For now.

“I don’t think I can use my legs now,” you softly complain, letting your arms hang loose around Morpheus. “And I need a bath. I miss shampoo, and the jets in my bath.”

“Allow me to carry you," Morpheus whispers, his lips grazing your forehead tenderly. You mourn the loss of his body against yours and even wince a little as his cock slides free from your abused cunt. He gently lifts you into his arms and carries you toward the archway of your bath. You take this moment to press your face into his neck, indulging in his natural coolness.

"Take your time, I will wait," Morpheus says, setting you gently on the edge of the bathtub. You air out a short huff.

“I said I needed a bath, I didn’t say I needed a bath alone.” Your statement surprises Morpheus, as he thought that after your torrid affair in Athens and subsequent act of rather aggressive passion upon returning home, you would want space. He certainly wouldn’t hold it against you if you refused to let him touch you intimately for the next few days, even a week. But no, you flutter your eyes at him in a beckoning call that implores Morpheus to join you.

Wordlessly, he complies with your request, stepping into the bubbling tub before reaching for your body still perched at the edge. As he sits down, he cradles your body within his arms and pulls you close, the water steaming and enveloping you both. The warm water immediately begins to soothe your tense muscles, washing away the remnants of sweat and exertion.

“Do you know what happened?” you softly ask after a few moments of silence. Morpheus maintains a passive face while anger surfaces within his eyes. It pains him to utter the truth.

“No,” he states lowly, a tone you rarely hear. “But I shall explore great lengths to ensure that it does not happen again.”

“I know you will,” you whisper. Your fingers trace a gentle pattern on his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his skin. "But for now, let's focus on the present. I missed you. I missed you greatly."

He leans down and presses his lips to yours, kissing you lightly yet with the passion of a thousand poets. Your fingertips glide along his jaw, tangling in his unruly hair as he continues to kiss you. You will never be sure of what occurred when you entered the Ocean of Dreams. But one thing is certain: no matter what time you find yourself in, you will undoubtedly end up within Morpheus’s arms, one way or another. At least in your defense, he will definitely seduce you first.

Date Published: 6/19/24

Last Edit: 6/19/24

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[winns-stuff]

It really annoys me how much RS and the fandom are so blind to Hades' flaws and use him as an example of "guy who hates everyone except his wife" when he's nothing but a jerk who has zero charm. The way the comic calls him out on being an asshole to everyone around him but he was so nice to Persephone since the start, with Thanatos going "where has this Hades been all along" only for RS to never have Hades face any consequences for his actions. I would have honestly love to see Hades deal with people cutting ties with him because they had enough of his attitude. Instead every conflict with him goes "person calls him out - Hades whines about his issues with his dad and his dating life - person admits they are also to blame for the situation and Hades isn't so bad - Hades continues to be a jerk".

The worst is that RS never really gives a really good reason for why Hades acts the way he does. He's a jerk and he abuses his power just because he can. If she had establish that Hades had previous relationships where his ex lovers and friends were only interested in his power and title it would at least make a bit more sense why he acts the way he does, even if it still didn't excuse him mistreating others.

It's hard to feel sympathetic about him feeling lonely and unable to be with someone when it becomes obvious he's to blame for being miserable.

Thank you! I absolutely despise Hades and the way that fandom always puts that son of a bitch on a damn pedestal, it has to be one of the most infuriating and angering things I’ve ever seen in my life.

I agree with you on literally everything and I’ve also thought it was pointless to say that Hades was misunderstood and lonely and was an actual good person when we’ve never actually seen him be a good person at all. I have never seen Hades do anything nice for anyone except Persephone and that’s literally only because he wants to win her over, if you’re an actual good person you should want to do things for people by your own will not some weird ass ulterior motive, that’s not what a nice person does that’s what manipulative people do. Doing something nice or even decent for someone hoping for something in return has never been the definition of a nice person so why are we continuing to characterize Hades like this while he’s literally been doing things for his own gain this whole series.

Also, the whole “i’m misunderstood and actually very lonely” trope is used so incorrectly here. Listen, I enjoy it when creators use tropes and put their own spins to them because if it’s done right it could be very interesting and really make the story flow easier, but this is literally terrible. You can’t just say everyone is wrong about Hades and everything’s taken out of context when we have chapters of him abusing and firing employees for no reason, humiliating and verbally abusing Thanatos also for no reason, cheating with his sister in law on his own brother just because, torturing someone on behalf of a person he’s barely even known whilst he has a girlfriend. There’s plenty of valid reasons that you yourself have shown the readers about why Hades has that disgusting reputation in the first place and you’ve never fleshed him out enough in order to grow the fuck up and actually start treating people decently.

Speaking of Hades ripping someone’s eye out for Persephone, first off it was always a disgusting thing because he literally tortured a guy so much he was hospitalized and traumatized terribly. Honestly I wish Alex was less annoyed and more scared, of course Rachel couldn’t draw him like that because everyone would be uncomfortable with what Hades did, which they should’ve been in the first place honestly. But when you think about it, he probably never did the same for Minthe and she needed it way more than Persephone did. I mean honestly if Persephone just explained that Artemis left Persephone at the party and Eros got her drunk and stuffed her in Hades’ car they probably would’ve understood and took it down immediately which would’ve been better than Hades handling everything. But when we see Minthe being insulted and discriminated against Hades has no reaction or response, Minthe constantly had to take the abuse that his family unnecessarily brought to her and he never did shit about it. He cares less about his girlfriend of probably years than he does about Persephone which he met literally three days ago.

Another thing that upsets me is the way fans justify all of this. I’ve seen many people say things like “Hades must’ve had a reason to be upset!!! He’s never gotten actually angry at people before!!! He likes screwing around with people but he never means it!!”, let me let you in on a secret. Hades is always angry and when he’s angry he always means it otherwise he wouldn’t be angry. What do you mean he likes to fuck with people? This guy never lets the act down if that’s the case, we never hear Hades joking around with employees and taking back/apologizing for being rude mainly because he means it all the time. He abuses people, he is literally an abuser himself and everyone around him enables that abusive behavior. I feel like people let it slide because “at least he doesn’t treat Persephone that way!!” but that’s literally the bare minimum and I genuinely don’t think that’s gonna stand for very long either because like I said before he is an abusive person and he doesn’t care about anything or anyone except for himself and once he gets tired of Persephone he’s going to start seeing her as unworthy or replaceable just like what happened to Minthe. This type of person doesn’t just stop being a disturbing person just because they’ve added one more person to their collection he keeps adding them because it’s a pattern, they never stop until you’re aware that you have them in the first place.

Last thing I wanna say cause this is getting long but I also hate the way that my favorite tropes are being destroyed with this damn webtoon. Do you know how much I love female characters being soft and kind but also not taking shit from anyone??? Do you you know how much I love the whole “opposites attract”, “nice one x mean one”, etc. I love those tropes so much because they hold a very special place in my heart and also because if they’re done right they’re very endearing. But LO takes these tropes and sucks all the soul and joy out of them with the way they write Persephone and Hades, you can’t say that Persephone is the kind one when she’s never did anything nice for anyone and not even for Hades actually. The trope doesn’t even work for her at all, especially the whole badass side of her it also doesn’t work because the comic doesn’t allow her to be an actual badass. Like I’ve said before a lot of Persephone’s “raw” emotions are still supposed to be cutesy and sexy, she could be crying about something serious but she still needs to remain nice to look at which I think is absolutely disgusting. Let the girl cry like a normal person and stop treating her like some doll that’s nothing without their handler. Polar opposites barely count here too because the whole point of polar opposites is to have so many differences yet still share key similarities that bring you together, we can’t have that if Persephone just morphs her personality to fit Hades’ in order to make him happy, there’s no substance there. Also the nice one and mean one… They’re both incredibly evil, there’s nothing inherently good hearted with them ever so that also falls through.

Sorry, last last thing. I wish everyone would stop calling Hades a male wife, the dynamic… No everything about him is not a male wife and he’s not what they stand for at all. Male wives are supposed to be supportive, thoughtful, respectful, and attentive to their partners and partners are supposed to reciprocate that to also show their appreciation. Hades is none of these things, also stop with the Gomez comparisons because I will literally plunge my entire foot in a bucket of lava. Gomez isn’t even on the same level as that guy so there’s not even any room to say any of that. Gomez>>>>>>>>>>>>Hades.

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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 - 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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character(s): Eros Vasilios

manhwa(s): Your Throne

tw: violence

reminder: this will be a manhwa crossover series, featuring Eros Vasilios from Your Throne and Dion Agriche from The Way to Protect the Female Lead's Older Brother. Expect violence and possessive attitude in the series because this guys are known for it. Anyway enjoy ^^

Name had finally gotten away. Figuratively that was. Her husband had relented enough to let her explore the vast village, that she's never explored.

But, of course not every want was exactly how you want it to go. Her husband had simply invited himself into the trip as well. This annoyed her to the fullest, yet she tried to keep herself calm. Once she gets upset and yells at him, it'll be all over for her. She'll never see the beautiful shine of the sun again.

She tried distracting herself from him by looking at the beautiful scenery. Her husband was a man of great importance to the Vasilios council. He was the prince's good friend a better friend than any other so he told her.

Not that she's ever seen or heard of the works of his so-called friend. Eros Orna Vasilios was a name forbidden to be mentioned in her husband's house. At first, she had not questioned it, but now curiosity took over her. What was there between her husband and the prince that he was trying to hide from his wife?

Name pushed the thoughts away. She should not think of this when she was supposed to be happy that she was out.

As the carriage stopped, her husband took her wrist. "You know the rules." He said, in a threatening tone. "Do not dare try escaping. Or you're never coming out of that house understood?"

She nodded, she was not planning on doing it anyway. Yet her dear husband just had to assume that so many things came to her mind once she was out in the sun.

Her husband scanned the crowd before letting go of her wrist. "I expect you in this location by evening fall. If you are not back by then—"

"You'll lock me up in my room again and never let me out ever." She cut him off. "I am aware of your threats, darling. I will not run." He regarded her with a cool stare before waving her off.

Finally! Alone at last, she ran through the stalls looking at the beautiful things made by the commoners.

The place was lively, so many people chattering and enjoying themselves under the sun.

As she bought some food from a cheerful and kind vendor, she overheard a conversation.

"Do you think the prince will choose another bride?" A lady said in a hushed tone.

"I am not sure. Isn't he in love with Lady Solon?" Another female asked.

The first lady shook her head. "I heard they barely get along and he plans on leaving her." She had to strain her ears to hear the rest of the conversation. Apparently Lady Medea and His Majesty were engaged, but from what the lady said Eros had broke off the engagement for a reason she had not heard properly.

"I heard he has quite an interest with Duke Armani's daughter." This made her pause. Her? The prince had an interest in her? It would've been normal of commoners to think the such, but a lady such as the two? The thought gave her a bad feeling.

Was this what the nobles thought of her as? No, it couldn't be right?

She walked away before those ladies said something that might upset her day even more.

After an hour of walking around the village, she got tired and found a cafe where she could sit for a while. A sigh escaped her lips, she was exhausted. She still had hours to explore.

At that moment, a man entered the cafe. The mysterious male went to a nearby table and sat there. At that same moment as she stared at him with interest, the man turned her way.

She flushed as they made eye contact. She looked away from those crimson eyes, looking towards the window. How embarrassing. She wondered what her husband was doing while she was gone. Perhaps he was enjoying himself?

Meanwhile, her husband was being beaten up by the prince himself.

"You traitorous bastard." Eros Vasilios glared as he kicked the man. "Marrying a girl who you know I like." He took him by the collar. "Perhaps we can make a deal, no? Unless you wish to die, of course." His voice was threatening him and the beaten up male knew it.

"What deal..." The male could barely breathe as the prince was choking him. His hand gripped onto the traitor's neck.

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226 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#3

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 • 𝐑. 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐧

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : Rᴇɢɪs Fʟᴏʏᴇɴ , Jᴜʙᴇʟɪᴀɴ Fʟᴏʏᴇɴ

ᴍᴀɴʜᴡᴀ : Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ

ᴀʀᴇᴜᴍ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ : an idea by @acuriousmoon! Thank you for the idea <333

warning : Featuring a curvy!reader as Regis' new wife once his best friend. This'll involve murderous thoughts because it is Regis???

Name knew that her dreams were impossible for how could a man like him fall for her?

She was always criticized for her body. She knew the nobles talked about her behind her back. Calling her someone who just loves being a toy, nothing more and nothing less.

She couldn't blame them, she truly did seem like that type of person.

Regis, on the other hand, felt otherwise. There was a side of Name those bastards will never see. A side only he saw for they grew up together.

Name had always been a kind person towards him. Socially anxious all the time when in parties, unless he was there. When they were together, the female seemed at peace. The female supported him no matter what he did. This support sometimes led to terrible incidents behind their family's backs.

During their childhood, Name and he usually studied together as well as did errands. The two were as close as can be. No one could separate them.

When Regis had gotten married, she, at first, did not find delight in that fact. Neither did the other nobles. They had all thought that since the two were close, they would be the best couple, but apparently that was not the case.

In the eyes of the public, the two seemed incompatible with one another. Name was known for being the 'disappointment' of her house while Regis was known as the hero of the empire.

But, then she started learning to accept Regis' new wife, Amelia. The two became friends after a few months of Regis persuading Name to do so.

When Amelia had died years later, the male shut himself away from every person he knew. Leaving his daughter, Jubelian to face childhood with no one to guide her.

Name, was just about to attempt to lighten the spirits of her old friend, noticed a crying girl. "Are you alright?" Her first instinct was to comfort this girl. Perhaps it'll prepare her for the other one.

She patted the girl's head. "What's a pretty child like you doing here?" She felt so old, looking at the beauty of a child in front of her. Those eyes finally looked at her.

A gasp escaped Name's lips. A copy of Regis' features. With a hint of Amelia, this must be their daughter.

Poor child...

She had decided to postpone her meeting with Regis and just stay by the child's side for the day.

Once the child calmed, they went for some refreshments.

Jubelian was fun to be with, and it eased her a little. At least his way of loving her 'ignorance' isn't effecting her that much.

But, the real challenge had been calming the beast known as Regis Adri Floyen. That son of a- ahem that idiot was hard to keep talking with, especially when he kept tuning out as if he didn't plan on listening to her at all.

That's all past now though. Now she was the new wife of Duke Floyen.

These past four years without Amelia had been rough, yet with Name by his side she filled the empty void slowly, but surely. He fell in love. He knew he was in love with the female. He had always been.

Regis had not planned on confessing his love towards the female. But, Jubelian had insisted on the fact that her father should confess to the woman and Regis couldn't say no to his daughter so he finally confessed to the female.

Just to put it simply, Regis confessed in the most formal way possible, befitting his thought. his Name admired him for it.

Name and Regis had just gotten married when the rumors started floating around.

The criticism was back, worse than before even. They called her names of disgrace. They said that she just seduced the duke to become his wife and actually be something other than a disappoinment towards her family.

Perhaps she was that person. Her body does look like one of the same people.

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234 notes - Posted October 29, 2022

#2

Broken-hearted

character(s) : Claude de Alger Obelia

manhwa : who made me a princess

A/N: I'm finally continuing the fic TT" it was a long wait, but whatever. Here's the second part of Nostalgia!

I : A troublesome meet | II : Broken-hearted | III

She failed. Failing to be a good friend to Claude. Now she was sent away to from the castle, after an argument of his playboy attitude.

The bastard kept bringing in women to his room, letting them pleasure himself.

This concerned her, which was the reason why she had spoken to him about it.

The only thing he said of the matter was that she was not the boss of him. After trying to persuade him to leave that decision behind, he sent her away back to the comfort of her abandoned home.

Her family had fallen apart right after her parents died, leaving her alone in a house filled with servants who did not care much for the daughter their masters had left behind.

Another year passed quickly. She heard that His Majesty found a wife. This made her feel relieved, perhaps there was hope for him after all.

"Good morning, my lady." Felix Robane bowed. "Welcome back."

"Felix!" Name could not hide her smile. She missed the knight who worried about her all the time. After hugging him too tightly, she let go laughing at his reaction. "It is great to see you!"

"Likewise, my lady-" "Oh for goodness' sake, Felix call me by my first name." Her tone was playful, but it made Felix look guilty.

"I'm sorry." "I was joking, call me whatever!" She laughed again, seeing that the knight seemed to be confused on what to say anymore. "Where is he and how is he?"

"His Majesty is alright." Waiting for him to say more, she was dumbfounded that Felix would not talk about him.

"Is there something wrong?" She blinked in question.

"Well.." Felix cleared his throat. "Nevermind let's just get you to Lady Diana!"

She had heard of the female. Born and raised in Siodonna, and managed to catch the emperor's eye! She must be a lovely person. "Alright." Although there was a slight feeling of hurt when she learned that Claude had fallen in love. The feeling was replaced with joy for him.

Lady Diana was truly a kind person. Always so cheerful, she seemed the optimistic kind. Not only was she kind, she was also very beautiful. Name looked at her in awe.

The two became attached right away which shocked everyone a little.

She never did see Claude in all of her visits. It never occurred to her to be strange since he was probably busy so she let it slide.

After a while, Diana had asked for her to have tea together. As it turned out she was pregnant with Claude's child. She was overjoyed and so was Name. She was going to be an aunt!

But, then came the bad news. Diana would die during the birth. Apparently this news had caused Claude to completely shut himself out. Leaving everyone to care for Diana until childbirth. He even went as far as telling Diana to kill the baby, but Diana said the baby should be born even if she died from it.

Name was there in Claude's place when Diana gave birth to the baby girl. "Athanasia..." Diana whispered, barely getting the words out of her mouth. "That's her name." She handed the child to Name, who as she blinked back her tears, carried the baby.

"Diana..." She choked out, tears streaming. "Hang on..." Diana smiled at her weakly.

"Name, take care of her okay?" Diana took Name's hand. "Raise her like your own.." She looked tired. Too tired. Name knew there was no more time.

"I promise." She whispered as she squeezed Diana's hand. "I promise.." She murmured again, as Diana took her last few breaths.

"I'm tired..." "Then rest, you deserve it." Name smiled, sadly at her friend as she shut her eyes. An exhale was heard and there was silence.

Tears came out of her eyes, holding Athanasia carefully she mourned for the loss of Diana. Lily stood there, taking Athanasia from the crying female to aid her.

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My #1 post of 2022

A troublesome meet.

character(s) : claude de alger obelia (child)

manhwa : who made me a princess

synopsis (if i spelled it right) : a very energetic reader meets her soon to become friend after bumping into him.

The six year-old girl was running from her parents' guards per the usual naughty behavior given by children.

They wanted to take her to the city today, and she hated that idea so she was gonna make it hard for them to keep her in place.

She giggled as she hid behind an empty stand. This festival was enjoyable especially when the guards seemed to be having such a hard time with trying to find her.

She walked through the crowds, admiring all the bright lights. She then found a jewelry vendor. She gasped as she saw a beautiful shimmery necklace. She took it from its stand to admire its beautiful color and tone. Perhaps she could ask her parents to get it for her. She frowned as she realized that they would never get it for her at this rate because she was not behaving herself. She spotted her guards, pushing their way through the crowd and panicked. Unaware that she was still holding the necklace, she ran from the stand.

"HEY CHILD!" A very angry looking vendor stomped towards her as she stopped abruptly. She realized only then that she was still holding the necklace in her palm. She gasped as she realized they would never believe her if she said she didn't mean to take it and put the necklace down, running for her dear life. Hiding in an alleyway, she turned to see a pair of sapphire eyes. Her mouth opened to say something, but the person covered it before she could muster a compliment.

"Shh!" The boy said to which she obliged as she watched a few imperial guards pass by. She kept her silence until the guards were no longer on the street, by then she was having a hard time to breath as she took away his hand. "What was that?" She asked him.

"Doesn't matter." The boy mumbled, knowing the girl was a commoner.

"Okay?" "Well what's your name?" She blinked at his question.

"I'm Name and you?"

".... Claude." The boy replied hesitantly.

"You have pretty eyes, Claude." She beamed.

"Thank you?" He seemed awkward and shy. "What were you doing running from those people?" He asked.

"H-huh? What do you mean? Shouldn't I be the one asking?" Claude shook his head at this.

"Those imperial guards were here to guard the festival. They said they were trying to catch some kid and I assume it's you."

She felt embarrassed and ashamed of herself. Now she was being hunted by two sets of guards and this boy was involved. She explained her reasons and explained why she was being hunted.

"Would've been better if you just said you didn't mean to." Claude mumbled. "Okay well I can get you back to your family. Unless you want to apologize first." The boy looked at her and she nods. "Okay then. Let's go."

They went back to the vendor who was still a bit angry, but forgave the girl anyway. "As long as you promise not to do it again." The girl nodded at that.

Claude had led her to the palace gardens where her parents were.

Her parents were astonished when they noticed her standing with Claude.

The emperor sat across from her parents and noticed her as well. "Is this Name?" He asked with interest.

Her father nods. "Yes, Your Grace. That is Name.."

The emperor nods. "She's grown."

Claude seemed to grow tense when the emperor looked at him. "Claude... What are you doing here?"

"I was escorting her back here, Father." Her entire world shifted its axis.

He was the emperor's son?!

After this meeting, they were always arranged to have certain playdates or times when they had tea ( to which they didn't even drink tea so what was the point of calling it that ) which they became good friends.

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both emiya AND douman have summer alts. i am winning fgo and once it all comes to NA the hot girl summer will never end

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Love Potion | Yandere Dean Winchester x Male! Reader

Dean walked out of the motel bathroom to see his younger brother at the table, fingers typing away on his laptop, eyes staring intently at the screen.

"Hey Sammy." He greeted tiredly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey Dean." Sam replied, glancing up at his brother for a brief second, and he frowned at seeing dark bags under his eyes, "Did you get any sleep last night?"

Dean shrugged, "I got enough sleep." Sam raised an eyebrow, knowing that his brother wasn't telling him the truth, and waiting for the true answer as Dean let out a sigh, "I didn't get any sleep. I'm just worried about Y/N. He hasn't called, or at least texted me back in a while now. That's not like him. Y/N almost always answers his phone."

"He'll show up when he can. He's a busy man too, after all." Sam reassured Dean, even though a part of Sam was worried, too. They haven't heard from you in about three weeks, and that isn't like you at all, but you were most likely on a hunt with your brother, and your brother would never let anything bad happen to you, "Anyways, I think I found a case."

"What do you got this time?"

"So, get this: A divorced woman tries to get back with her ex husband. Sources say that when he rejected her, she killed him before killing herself."

"What does this have to do with us? Some woman went crazy because she's in love with a man who doesn't love her back. How is this supernatural related?"

"Well, sources say that this same thing has happened to different ex couples in the last two months." Sam explained.

Dean hummed, "So, what do you think were dealing with this time? A ghost, or some black eyed son of a bitch?"

Sam shook his head, "No clue," He responded, "We can go check it out. It's not too far from here."

"Okay, let's hit the road."

XXXXX XXXXX

Dean and Sam had talked to the wife's best friend, Shelia who reported what had happened to the police already. 

She was a little confused that two cops showed up to question her again, but decided to help anyway. 

Sheila explained that both Angela and Richard had decided on getting a divorce together. They fell out of love with one another. Suddenly, Sheila was getting obsessive over Richard, showing up at his house whenever she got the chance and scared off any woman that Richard came in contact with. She stalked him any time she could, and somehow fell back in love with him. Once he rejected her, she grew angry and shot him before shooting herself. 

The Winchesters listened to everything that Sheila had said and this was one case they didn't know what to think. 

It didn't sound like a ghost or demons doing any of this, so the brothers figure that it had to be some other monster. 

Currently, they were sitting in a cafe, researching about who it could be when they heard a voice they haven't heard in a while. 

"Hey Sammy and Dean-O." 

Both jumped and instantly let out a sigh of relief at seeing their friend who they both missed along with their angel. 

Without thinking, he stood up and brought you into a hug. 

"Why have you been gone for so long?" Dean grumbled, nodding his head towards their angel, "Cas," 

"Hello Dean and Sam." Cas sat down next to Sam after giving the younger Winchester a hug. 

"Hey Cas and Y/N." Sam greeted politely.

You smiled and nodded at Sam once Dean let go. You sat down next to Dean inside the booth with him on the outside and he sat closer than necessary, but you didn't question it. 

"Where have you been, man?" Dean asked and you looked at both the brothers apologetically. 

"Sorry that I've been gone so long. Once me and my brother finished our case, we decided to have some brother time, and I met up with Cas here when I arrived in this town and there's a problem." 

"What's the problem?" Sam asked, his laptop forgotten at the moment. 

"A cupid and the God of love, Eros has rebelled and has gone rogue recently." Cas answered. 

You took a deep breath before chiming in, "Apparently, he didn't get what he wanted in Heaven, so now he's taken it out on couples and non-couples as well.  Cas called me when he sensed the cupid's presence here." 

Dean and Sam shared a look, "That explains the killings here." Dean said. 

You and Cas knitted your brows together in confusion, as you spoke, "Killings? What killings?" 

"Couples and non-couples have become obsessed with their crush or ex before killing themselves and their ex partners." Sam explained to you both as Dean took a bite out of his burger. 

You hummed, "Does that mean he's here?" You asked Cas. 

"He's here," Cas confirmed, "I'm not exactly sure where in this town, but I do know that he's here somewhere." 

The three of you were so engrossed in the conversation you were having that no one noticed how Dean seemed to be in a daze and let his gaze focus on you. 

Wasn't until Sam asked Dean a question, he noticed how his older brother seemed to be in a daze and was staring at you. 

"Uh, Dean? Are you okay?" 

That question went totally ignored by Dean, he caressed your face with the back of his hand, causing you and Cas to snap your necks over to Dean.

"Dude, what are you doing?" You asked, slowly and cautiously removing Dean's hand from your face who held onto your hand tightly. 

"Gosh, Y/N. You are the hottest man alive and your hands are so soft." Dean admitted and your eyes widened. 

Everyone in the booth was wondering what the hell was going with Dean before realisation dawned on Sam and Cas, "Y/N..." Sam started to speak. 

"What is it, Sam?" You demanded to know. 

"Dean has been slipped some of the love potion." Cas answered instead, and you felt like you stopped breathing for a second. 

"Oh crap..." You muttered, looking back over at Dean who stared at you with love in his eyes. 

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You took a deep breath in and out. 

'We need to talk without him here.' You told Cas telepathically who nodded and told Sam the same thing who agreed. 

Everyone in the booth stood up and Cas cleared his throat before he spoke, "Dean, me and Sam would like to speak to Y/N without your presence." 

Dean looked back and forth between each of you three, "Why? What for?" He asked, eyes narrowing at Sam and Cas, "And why the hell do you both want to be alone with my hunter? He's mine!" 

Sam visibly flinched at how much venom and anger that was laced in Dean's voice that was directed to the younger brother and their angel. 

"U-Um, well-" Was the only thing Sam could stutter out before you chimed in. 

"Hey Dean?" You spoke softly, smiling at him, acting in high school finally kicking in from what you were feeling right now, "Can I please speak with them alone?" 

"Did i do something wrong?" 

You shook your head, "No, nothing at all. There's just something that we need to discuss with just the three of us." 

Dean finally gave in and nodded his head, "Okay, If that makes you happy," He turned to stare at Cas and Sam, "I'll be outside watching you guys like a hawk and if any of you touch him or even look at him the wrong way, you're both dead." 

Once he was outside and out of hearing range, you faced Sam and Cas with a look of worry painted on your features, "What do we do about this situation?" 

"Until we find Eros, you'll have to pretend to be Dean's lover." Sam insisted. 

You blinked, "So, I have to pretend to be my best friend's lover?" 

One thing you could admit was that Dean was insanely attractive. He was one of the hottest guys you've ever seen before. Hell, Sam was too with his muscular body, and Cas with his pretty bubble of innocence. 

These men were attractive, but you didn't see them in that way. 

And having to pretend that you were in love with, Dean; a guy who you didn't have feelings for and was as straight as they come along with being your best friend was something that wasn't going to be easy. 

"Do I really have to do this?" You asked, not really wanting to do this at all. 

Cas nodded, "You do because if you don't, Dean will kill you and himself." 

You let out a sigh. You didn't have a choice, but to act as his lover. You'd rather pretend to be Dean's lover and keep you both alive than dead. 

You nodded, "Okay, I'll do it." You agreed. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

The four of you went back to a motel. 

You and Cas looked through various books for hours on anything about Eros while Sam did some research on his laptop, as Dean sat very close to you on the motel bed, playing with your hair. 

You gave the older Winchester a fake smile as he smiled lovingly at you back. 

Once Dean finished playing with your hair, he gave you a massage that you did not ask for in the slightest, but you could admit that it was a good massage. 

Finally, you found something on Eros. 

"I finally found something on Eros." You said as Cas and Sam looked at you when you started reading out loud. 

Eros was the Greek god of love, or more precisely, passionate and physical desire. Without warning he selects his targets and forcefully strikes at their hearts, bringing confusion and irrepressible feelings or, in the words of Hesiod, he 'loosens the limbs and weakens the mind.' 

He either shoots them with a cupid's arrow, or gives them doses of a love potion. One thing to be warned about is that if someone is handed too much of the love potion, he or she will become obsessive with someone until the love ultimately kills them both. 

"That explains the obsessiveness." Sam said, "But how does this help us find him?" 

You thought about that for a second, "When did Dean start acting- like this?"

"After he took a bite out of his burger." Cas answered. 

"Right, and one of the victims ate food at a cafe before becoming obsessive."

"What are you getting at?" Sam asked, wondering what you were thinking. 

"I'm thinking the potions in the food at the cafe where we were at earlier today."

"He's so so smart and handsome!" Dean commented as you rolled your eyes. 

"The smartest," Cas agreed, and you and Sam could hear a tint of sarcasm in the angel's voice. Both of you wondered when the clueless angel picked up on sarcasm, but you were impressed, "But, what Y/N said makes a lot of sense. We need to go back to the cafe." 

"How about we go right now?" You offered, ready to finish this case. 

Sam shook his head, "The cafe won't be open until tomorrow. Closed right now." 

You let out a sigh, "Tomorrow then." 

Cas disappeared, saying that he was going to see if he could track the cupid down on his own and would come back to let you guys know. Sam flopped on the motel bed and immediately went to sleep, leaving you alone with Dean. 

You cleared your throat, "Well, I guess it's time to call it a night, huh?" 

He nodded, "Can you please sleep with me tonight?" Dean begged, taking a hold of your wrist. 

"Um," You were planning on it, but knew what this potion could do to someone, so you nodded, "I'd love to." 

A smile graced upon Dean features, "Great! Take off your clothes!" 

You did as he told with the exception of your boxers and crawled into the bed as Dean did the same and wrapped his muscular arms around you, pulling you closer with his face buried into the crook of your neck. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

"It's best if we stay friends." Lucas said. 

Lucas was one of your old boyfriends from high school who you have recently reconnected with. You met up with him after hanging out with your brother and met up with him tonight in this town. 

Sneaking out of the motel was hard. 

Dean wouldn't let you go, had his arm wrapped around your waist tightly and when you tried, he would hold onto you tighter, holding onto you for dear life. 

Somehow, you managed to get the green eyed male off you and went to this bar that's opened 24/7 to have a little chat with Lucas, wanting to tell him that you wanted to only be friends. 

It was definitely a surprise to hear him say that you wanted to be just friends, but you were grateful that he was on the same page as you. 

"I think that's best as well." You replied, smiling at him when he smiled back. 

The two of you had talked for a while before deciding to call it a night. He had to get up for work in the morning, and you had to get back to the motel before Dean noticed that you were gone. 

Both of you were near each other's cars, the parking lot empty and he leaned over and gave you a big, bone crushing hug. 

"Take care of yourself, okay? And see you around." He murmured into your neck. 

You nodded, "I'll be sure to do that and make sure that you do the same, man." 

A gunshot could be heard and you looked around, wondering where did that come from while keeping your arms around Lucas. 

"What was that? Did you hear that?" 

Lucas didn't answer your question and you frowned, "Lucas?" 

He didn't answer once again and you pulled back to see that he was freakin' shot! 

His eyes were wide with blood dripping from the whole in his stomach where he was shot at. Before you could move or even think, he was shot again and his body fell to the ground like dead weight.

"Oh my God, Lucas!" You bent down to see if Lucas had a pulse only to be hauled up into someone's arms, a gun pointed at your head. 

"Get in the car, Y/N." Dean demanded. 

"I'm not getting in your car! You just shot my friend and I drove myself here, so-"

"GET IN THE DAMN CAR, NOW!" 

Being the guy you were, you went to protest once again, but he dragged you to the Impala and threw you inside as you tried to get out of his grip. 

The engine roared and Dean sped out of the parking lot with the Impala flying down the road as you braced yourself. The car ride was silent, the only sound that could be heard was the thunder in the night sky. 

How the hell did this happen? 

Was the potion really that strong that made him actually kill someone? You underestimated how powerful the potion really was. 

You ended up at the same motel you were staying at. Dean shut off the car and slammed the door so hard you could have sworn you heard the window crack which made you jump slightly. The passenger's door was flung open and Dean dragged you inside, but into a different motel room. 

"What the hell do you think you were doing, huh?!" Dean shouted at you. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"You went on a date with Lucas! You're freakin' ex!" He screamed, "And I heard you tell him you loved him in the bar, too! You really decided to cheat on me like this?!" 

"What? No, I-" Dean didn't even give you a chance to finish that sentence. 

He pushed you up against the wall,   "Tell me you love me and that you're mine, and nobody else's. That you give yourself completely to me, and that you belong to me, and me only. I want to hear you say it now!" Dean growled. 

"Dean, I love-" You paused, not really wanting to say it, but knew what would happen if you didn't. You shouldn't have paused because Dean took that as rejection. 

He took a couple of steps back and  pulled out the gun out of his back pocket and aimed it at you, as you put your hands up in surrender. 

"I fucking knew it! You still love Lucas, and now you reject me? I hate to do this, but I'm going to kill you and then myself. If I can't have you, then nobody can!" 

Your heartbeat was the only thing that you could hear, it was pounding like you've been running for hours and hours, and you thought you were about to die until there was one last thing you could think of. 

"I love you, Dean!" You shouted which stopped Dean from pulling the trigger. 

"What did you just say?" Dean asked, the gun still trained on you. 

"I said that I love you. You're the only man for me. I love you, not Lucas." You whispered softly, hoping he'd buy it. 

Dean placed the gun down and his lips curled upwards into a smile. He walked  over to you and held onto your waist as he stared into you in your E/C eyes. 

"I knew you loved me," He said, kissing you on the lips, "I want to hear it again." 

"I love you." 

Dean placed another kiss on your lips, "Again." 

"I love you." You repeated again. 

Another kiss, "One more time, baby boy." 

You took a deep breath, "I love you." 

Dean grinned and kissed you again, "I knew you loved me." He started attacking your neck. Sucking hard on it as you accidentally let out a little moan. He let his tongue flicker out on one specific spot as he bit hard enough to leave a mark. That mark symbolized that you belonged to Dean. 

"You belong to me forever, and I'm so glad that you feel the same way as me. You're mine, and mine alone. No one can ever have you the way I can. You're my whole world and my life wouldn't make sense without you. No can ever love you this way, but me. Mine forever." 

You couldn't believe what was happening. 

Until they find Eros and reverse the love potion, your life is in the hands of a monster who plans on keeping you for himself. 

But, you also wondered how much of that was the love potion talking, and how much of that was Dean talking because the potion is different from the love arrow. 

The arrow brings out strong feelings, but the potion can bring out desires that someone wants to keep hidden. 

How much of that was Dean himself? 

XXXXX XXXXX 

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Wonder Egg Priority finale thoughts

My Tumblr has a lot of anti-bully content, so it was probably no surprise when I began to watch and enjoy Wonder Egg Project this past spring. The series famously hit production delays that forced them to put out a mid-series recap episode, and that decision in turn forced them to push the final episode until late June. But now that the series (or at least season 1) is out there and complete, I thought I’d talk about how it all shook out in the end as well as the questions it left me sitting with.

For the uninitiated, here’s a bit of the context: Wonder Egg Project deals with four middle-school teen girls who’ve undergone hardships either at home or at school or both. They all lose someone they care about to tragic suicides, and then they discover the titular wonder eggs. They get these eggs from a vending machine and then, when they fall asleep, they enter a dreamworld where these eggs hatch to reveal a young person who recently committed suicide. For that night, it is the duty of the girl who got that egg to fight and defend that suicide victim from monstrous enemies that represent their abusers and oppressors. The girls are told that if they protect enough of these victims over many nights, they will be able to resurrect the specific person they lost to suicide. But of course, if you get injured or killed in the dreamworld, it affects your body in reality as well. 

The squad: Ai, Neiru, Rika, and Momoe.

Obviously, bullying is among the topics most frequently explored here, but we also deal with so many other terrible things that people might experience during childhood and adolescence. Physical, verbal, and sexual abuse are all on the table. Coming to terms with one’s gender identity is raised. It’s a show that manages to tackle a lot of heavy subjects through the lens of what’s essentially magical girl combat. I mean, there are no outfit transformations or any of that stuff, but still.

With THAT out of the way, let me talk about how the series wrapped up.

It’s clear to the viewers that there’s a lot that doesn’t make sense during the show — it’s intentionally very trippy and ethereal at times — and there’s also a lot that raises obvious questions even if you grasp it. Where do the eggs and their connection to the recently deceased come from? How do the psychological traumas of the various egg-children manifest as monsters that can literally kill you? What’s the deal with Acca and Ura-Acca and their freaky dummy bodies? What are they getting out of this whole deal with the eggs and the girls? What do the repeated references to the “temptation of death” mean? How does access to the Egg Garden even work? Is it really possible to resurrect their dead friends? Is Mr. Sawaki a predator or a chill guy or what? Why did Neiru’s sister stab her? And so on. 

The writers could’ve opted to keep things mysterious and hazy and metaphysical for the entire run or they could’ve provided lots of explanations and tried to ground this weird story in some sort of strange logic, but I’m actually pleased that they opted to go down the middle. There are answers for many things, but not for all. And when those answers come, they typically just raise more questions as well as doubts to their validity. 

SPOILERS for the finale/”special episode” below the cut.

So, obviously the answers for Acca and Ura-Acca are centered around Frill. Frill is this interesting fusion between the artificial and the organic; her body can be injured like any regular physical body, but she’s actually an A.I. on the inside. Acca and Ura-Acca are the exact reverse of this — they’re human minds inside of completely artificial bodies. Exactly how Frill started invading girls’ minds to lure them towards suicide is kept incredibly vague, but she serves as the embodiment of the “temptation of death” that was so-often referenced in the show. Frill doesn’t really appreciate life or care about the finality of death, making her a pretty natural foe for the heroes who have spent the entire series learning to appreciate their lives and bemoaning painful losses.

Can you even believe this bitch?

Acca and Ura-Acca also have documents talking about how warriors of Eros need to battle against Thanatos, the embodiment of death, but what’s that all about? We don’t really get into it. Is Frill somehow Thanatos herself? I mean... I guess maybe you could go that route, but I sincerely don’t think that’s meant to be the case. I assume she’s just another player in the game, and she happens to have taken Thanatos’ side in things. Her artificial existence and resentment of her fathers leads her to treat death flippantly. She was programmed to be selfish sometimes, and that selfishness has ultimately manifested itself in the worst possible ways. Intriguingly, we see Acca and Ura-Acca act similarly selfish in how they drive our four heroes to risk their lives just to battle Frill. Acca in particular shows that he’ll risk anyone’s life to get to Frill, who killed both his wife and daughter. But Acca never has to risk his own life. He’s just risking other people. Both sides of the equation are treating human lives like disposable pawns in some kind of war game. 

Y’all are SUPER-SKETCH.

It’s never really clear how these eggs work. We’re told that the Accas created the eggs, and honestly, I could’ve figured as much on my own. But they don’t try to explain how the eggs can contain the souls of suicide victims or how they manifest those people into dreams, and frankly, it’s probably better not to try.

I was really shocked that the girls actually manage to resurrect their dead friends. I was 100% certain that was going to be a scam and the point was going to be about learning to move on and live for the moment and appreciate those bonds while you had them, etc. And there is some of that. Alas, the price of resurrecting those people they care about is that the people in question no longer know them or remember them. That was pretty brutal... having our heroes nearly die over and over in service of people who ultimately will no longer care about them at all. Although they did the impossible and brought someone back to life, they had to lose those people all over again. I suppose this, like much fo the finale, emphasizes that we should appreciate our relationships while they last, because you can lose them for so many reasons. Regardless, I’m not surprised that Momoe just wanted to quit and avoid getting hurt after that. It’s understandable.

There’s a lot of discussion around parallels in the last two episodes. Parallel worlds with alternate versions of the self are raised multiple times, Ai gets an awesome encounter with a parallel version of herself that really brought her emotional journey to a head, and we even have to deal with a doppleganger of Neiru at the end. This leads to the revelation that Neiru looks exactly like her formerly deceased sister... a fact that presumably was part of what drove the sister to attack Neiru in the first place. Given that we’ve already been told that they were both genetically engineered, their identical appearances don’ seem that strange. But then the finale tells us that Neiru’s one dream is “to be human,” and suddenly the characters assume Neiru was an A.I. just like Frill. That... seems like a leap to me. I mean, she was genetically engineered to lead her company and never had a family of her own; no wonder she feels inhuman! So I’m not sure if I should take this at face value.

Neiru real or fake challenge

Another thing that I don’t think we can take at face value is Mr. Sawaki’s explanation of Koito’s death. In episode 12, we meet a parallel version of Ai who actually killed herself. The big boss monster for Ai to fight while protecting Alt-Ai? It’s a dark, abusive version of Sawaki. And our Ai inexplicably assumes this monster was made from her own fears. A very bizarre conclusion to jump to when you remember that every single boss monster has been the abuser of the victim that the girls were defending in that episode. By all available evidence, the Sawaki monster should be a parallel-world Sawaki who is very much exactly the scumbag he appears to be! Notice how Alt-Ai never says a damn word about the Sawaki Monster - never asks who he is or why he’s like this, etc? She’s not even surprised. That just lends further credence to my belief. FOLLOW THE EVIDENCE.

So in the finale, when our version of Mr. Sawaki claims (via a VERY awkwardly inserted voiceover) that Koito’s death was an accident after she tried to ruin his reputation because she fell in love with him, why should I believe any of it?! The previous episode introduced me to Abusive Sawaki! Sure, we don’t have any reason to assume our Sawaki is That Dick, but we JUST learned that he’s certainly capable. Furthermore, how could Koito suddenly be the ONLY accidental death among all of the available suicide victims in the dreamworld? She shouldn’t have even appeared there if it was just an accident! Although I’d like to believe that Sawaki was someone who Ai and the girls were jumping to conclusions about based on nothing... but it sure doesn’t look that way from here. And given how the show ends things, I fear we may have a hard time learning anything else about Sawaki. Ai changes schools and runs away, there is zero comment on what happened to Sawaki’s relationship with her mom... he’s just gone now.

As the final episode winds down, we see Rika and Ai fall back into bad habits, as they all treat Neiru just like they treated the girls they tried so hard to save. Rika acts disgusted by a friend and abandons her, treating Neiru the same way she treated Cheimi. When Neiru finally reaches out to Ai and calls her, Ai ignores the call and throws her phone away, thereby ignoring her friend’s needs in the same way she ignored Koito’s when she failed to record the bullying Koito was experiencing. You might even be able to connect Momoe’s choice to walk away for the sake of self-preservation to her decision to reject Haruka and walk away, honestly. And to compound the bad news that the show gives us near the end, we skip forward months to learn that Ai, Rika and Momoe have all drifted apart. Ai is in a new school, but we don’t see her with any new friends. She’s back where she started the show.

The difference, however, is that she doesn’t seem hopeless and lonely. She seems wistful, sure, but she never seems beaten down. She still treasures the friendships she built even if they wind up fading away. So there’s still a message in here about moving on, because even if you lose a person or a connection, it will forever matter.

*insert engine rev-up noises*

In the final moments, we see Ai preparing to run in the exact same pose she used back in episode 1 when she first stood up to the abusers within the dreamworld. This time, she runs to grab her chance to reunite with a dear friend. She takes charge of her own future and her own self-worth, somehow gets back into the Egg Garden (even though Rika wasn’t even allowed to enter after she rescued her specified victim, so uh... how did Ai get back in exactly... ?), and insists she’s going to use the eggs to see Neiru... even though the eggs only let you see the dead up to this point, so uh, that doesn’t really make any sense either. Consistency, motherfucker — DO YOU USE IT?

Amidst all the uncertainty that the finale left us with, at least we can see Ai find herself in a more confident place. She spends much of the series learning to stop running from her problems in the real world. Even after she gains confidence in the battles of her dreams, she struggles to face reality. It’s a huge step when she returns to school. Yet even in the very last episode, she opts to run away to a new school rather than cope with seeing Koito each day. But at last, she decides to take charge of her reality and try to reunite with her new best friend, Neiru. She’s wavered on her path, but ultimately, she’s grown. Although you could simultaneously argue that she’s failing to learn the lesson that rescuing Koito should’ve taught her...

“Ai Ohto is BACK!”

I don’t think any of us expected this finale to be a cliffhanger coming into it.  And unfortunately, we don’t know if there will ever be another season or a movie or anything. Given how people reacted to this finale with such overt hate, I really don’t expect anything more. And I think that would be a goddamn shame. Even with a finale that doesn’t quite stick the landing, I still found it fascinating and engaging. The series is more than worth the trip for the characters, for the themes and topics it explores, and even for the fluid action scenes and music. And this is a series that was made by first-time writers and a first-time director! Yet I’d easily call it one of the best animes from the past couple of years. For total newcomers, that’s a goddamn TRIUMPH.

So I hope we reunite with these girls again. I hope Ai manages to get the band back together, find out exactly what’s going on with Neiru, and face down Frill. Even if they never wind up in some ultimate battle with Thanatos, I don’t know that that’s the point. All of us are in a battle with Thanatos every single day, after all. They just need to show how they’ve all gotten stronger together and truly overcome the “Temptation of Death” by beating back Frill (and her ridiculously powerful dreamworld bug-people) as a unit. 

But maybe that’s too obvious and simplistic of a message for a show like this one. Maybe this complex ending centered on the main protagonist’s self-actualization and the value of fleeing relationships is more in keeping with the melancholy nature of the series. 

... I still really want to see the more obvious happy ending, though. I think they deserve it.

[jasper-the-menace]

Mostly-Hellenic Pagan Bitches About Lore Olympus

@antiloreolympus (don’t know if this will successfully tag you, I’ve been having trouble with that lately)

I’m gonna start this off with a very fast rundown on my personal beliefs as a pagan who’s had to craft their own path and beliefs from Greek mythology books they started reading in elementary school. As such, I do not believe that the myths reflect how the gods act, I see them more as...fanfiction tbh. Which makes LO and other stories based on mythology...fanfiction OF fanfiction. [Twilight Zone music]

Okay, now that I’ve proven that I’m not funny, let’s talk about Hermes, Athena, Aphrodite, and their portrayals in Lore Olympus. We’re going to start with the bad and slowly get worse.

Let’s start with Hermes, and the first thing I want to know is, why the FUCK is he red? No, really, the god of merchants, commerce, diplomacy, dice divination, et cetera should not be red. As someone who has compiled information about Hermes, I can tell you right now that gold, green, grey, light blue, silver, and yellow would all be colors that Hermes is commonly associated with now that would look leagues better than the scarlet red he is in the comic. Like every character in this comic, Hermes suffers from “nice guy until you push too far by asking reasonable questions so now he’s gonna threaten your life” syndrome. I’m surprised it’s not diagnosed in most of these characters.

Now let’s talk about Aphrodite. She’s there from basically the very start, where she overhears Hades talking about how Persephone is prettier than her, so she has Eros get Persephone really drunk and put her in Hades’ car. This Aphrodite is jealous, vindictive, genuinely doesn’t care about anything other than her reputation it seems, and is definitely supposed to be a villain. “But Jasper,” you may say, “this totally lines up with Aphrodite in the myths!” And to that I say, look back up at the second paragraph or so help me- Regardless of whether or not this is accurate to myths, this is pretty un-loving behavior, as pointed out by Eros himself in the early chapters. Aphrodite, in this story, is not a love goddess, she’s a goddess of envy and beauty apparently. The purple of Aphrodite is...meh? Pink, sea green, aqua, and blue could all be better colors.

And now, the cream of the crop: Athena’s portrayal, the one that I vehemently despise with all of my might, spite, and soul. According to this family tree compiled by the blog I tagged up top, Athena is dating her father’s wife’s sister (Hestia). While (historically speaking) places like nunneries and other such buildings were used as places for lesbians to hook up, this isn’t such a case. In the myths that RS claims to use as sources, it’s often explicitly said that neither Hestia nor Athena are interested, neither romantically nor sexually, to anyone. Hestia chose being the goddess of the hearth over marrying Poseidon or Apollo. Athena has a few myths where she wreaks havoc on men who think that she’s obligated to marry them (but not nearly as many as Artemis has). RS claims to want to avoid incest in her story, but in doing so, she has created more incest. For once, I don’t have any complaints about the color of the character, but that doesn’t mean I like it.

Overall, RS didn’t just slap the names of gods onto a story where it makes no sense, but she also insults pagans and Greek people who tell her that she messed up. So I’m gonna say it outright:

She messed up.

Beyond being insulting to Greek people and Hellenic pagans, there’s also the problem of creating incest when trying to avoid incest, there’s the borderline p//do stuff- You know what? Go to the blog I @’ed at the top and scroll through it for a while. Lots of other people have criticized the other aspects of it.

[southsidestory]

Hi sweetness! 🖤 daisy - what’s your best childhood memory?, iris - favourite 90s song?, anemone - were you ever interested in greek mythology? (and if you have the time, pls elaborate on your fave greek myth + female character!!!)

daisy - what’s your best childhood memory?

The week leading up to my 7th birthday, hands down.

My birthday is July 7th, and I was born in 1990. Thus I turned 7 on 7/7/1997, and my mom was big into lucky numbers and shit. SO she decided that we should celebrate 7 Days of Birthday. Like 12 Days of Christmas but so much better because it was just for me! Every day of the week leading up to my birthday, she gave me a gift, of increasing value, and I was just THRILLED by this.

Now, by what I just told you, you might (reasonably) assume that we were well off.

But that would be incredibly wrong lmao. I grew up absolutely dirt fucking poor. I wore nothing but hand-me-downs for most of my childhood and teenage years, we got regularly evicted, my mom was in and out of rehab (and occasionally jail), and we lacked a lot of things because of our circumstances. Groceries, heat in the winter, air conditioning in the summer, cable, internet. We didn't lose out on all of these all the time thank God, but my access to them was intermittent and unreliable.

All this to say, I knew growing up that I was Very Poor. And when my mom bought me a gift every day for 7 days leading up to my birthday, I knew that it was super special. We didn't really have the money for it, but she made it work anyway because she wanted me to have an unforgettable birthday.

And she pulled it off. It was unforgettable, and when I think about my favorite childhood memories, it consistently ranks at the top of the list.

iris - favourite 90s song?

My bipolar ass has to pick "Lithium" by Nirvana. Although "Smells Like Teen Spirit" is close behind it.

anemone - were you ever interested in greek mythology?

My greek mythology phase started when I was in elementary school and never ended. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

bonus question: and if you have the time, pls elaborate on your fave greek myth + female character!!!

Oh God, there are so many I love that it's hard to pick a favorite. I'm a romantic when it comes to my fiction, so the love stories got me most.

Big bad god of the underworld Hades being So Soft for Persephone!!

Orpheus's tragic devotion to Eurydice. No matter which version you prefer, he looked back because he loved her so damn much.

Penelope's faithfulness to Odysseus, and his desire to return to his wife, which was powerful enough for him to face the longest, most perilous journey to reach her.

But my favorite has to go to Eros and Psyche. I'm a ho for beauty and the beast vibes, and the Eros and Psyche myth is a forerunner of my favorite folk tale: East of the Sun and West of the Moon.

As for my favorite female character, it's for sure Aphrodite. She's a bad bitch who knows her beauty and her worth, and I deeply respect that. Aphrodite doesn't know how to do anything but Queen Shit 👑

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Thank you for the asks @murd3rm1ttens! Sorry this got so long whoops lol

Anybody else who wants to send me flower asks, feel free!

[inkedtae]

hi i’m a representative from the curvy reader and olympian bangtan association (or CRAOBA for short) and i’m here to contact you regarding your car’s extended warranty and also your hoseok fic.

i think we as a people have not talked enough about this fic. like the way you characterized the reader????? the way she slowly came out of her shell while interacting with hoseok???? how you build their relationship slowly???? the sheer adoration written into mr. jung alone, like idk if wholesome filth is a thing but it might have to be after this.

i would love nothing more than to see oc’s husband get his dues…. like i need him to KNOW not only has your wife left your incompetent ass BUT she left you for a man who fucks like a god….. BECAUSE HE IS ONE! Just one good moment where oc has him looking absolutely foolish! ridiculous! moronic!

and then for hobi to actually parade her around olympus with cum running down her leg bc she is v pretty and all his <3

i think my favorite part is where hobi actually starts saying all this stuff about how she so pretty and perfect and all his and he wants to keep her forever. made my brain do a full windows power down tbh. that or the “he’s my whore” inner monologue bc whew…… (and he proved her right bc he was absolutely coochie dazed…. “you’d look so good in olympian blue” like cmon…. you’re so whore’d out you’re thinking about color palettes)

all in all wonderful work as always the CRAOBA thanks your for your tireless contributions sending you lots of love and maybe a fruit basket idk

hello representative from the curvy reader and olympian bangtan association! ☺️💓so um idek what to say to this because i reread it like 34783 times and i'm still so fucking shocked. like oml this is the sweetest and kindest thing anyone has ever said to me. 😭💗

Wave to Anchor was not even what I had thought to be a good fic of mine. I felt so bad when posting because there was so much i wanted to show but was lacking the time and motivation and i was just feeling like it was not coming close to the other works that i have posted. but this really makes me feel so much better about it and about how i paced the story and characters.😭😭 i was a really cockslut for hoseok when writing and i'm glad that was caught in the fic lmao 😂

writing about curvy readers is really important to me as a plus sized girl myself. i'm sure everyone is sick and tired of hearing me talk about it or mentioning it but idgaf. from what i've seen, most of the time the curvy fics are written by straight sized people who have no idea how to capture and worship a thicc bitch. we need more proper plus love. 💕💕

thank you so much for this CRAOBA 🥺💞and thank you for reading. if you want more curvy reader x olympian bangtan you should check out my Tales of Eros series. 👀

p.s. i am allergic to kiwis so please omit the from the fruit basket. chocolate works fine too 👀and my favourite flowers are tulips or peonies in case you were thinking of those too. 👀💞

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Meme from my favorite Studio Killers songs

Ooh, let me in or I'll get physical with you

I just gotta dance right now, it's critical to do

No, I haven't had no dope

Lift up the velvet rope

Mr. Doorman, stop teasing

I'm freezing out here

See, I've got friends inside

It's my birthday tonight

I'm not wearing trainers, not to mention knickers

It's futile to debate with St Peter at the gate

Made of protein milkshake and low carb intake

All in all you're just another prick at the door

Bouncer, hey bouncer!

I see it in your trousers and in the way you browse her

Look she's in!

What?! Her dress is up to waterline

That bitch is clearly borderline

Nose as white as Snow White's, in moonlight

We stand in awe in front of another prick at the door

So you can play karate, you thick illiterati

I'm a black belt in life

Go home to your ugly wife

You forgotten your wisdom the window to the ladies room

A whole new possibility for a cat like me

You are one of them

Everything but femme

I won't be fooled again

I believe in Simone De Beauvoir

I believe that life's a film noir

I know the role that you play

Save your clichés

I wasn't born yesterday

I'm not typical

You are just cynical

I am better than you think, let me buy you a drink

My logic will prevail

Shut up, nightingale

This is no fairy tail

Every single male that I've met 'til this day had a curly tail

I believe it's a poo poo world

Men deceive- that means you too, girl!

Zip it up Romeos

I'm the swan that crashed on your lawn

I'm the boy that will heal you, fix you up

All men are pigs

I've seen their tricks

They know their licks that get their chicks

Yeah, with a boy like that it's serious

There's a boy who is so wonderful

The girls who see him kinda follow him back home

The gigolos run like spiders when he comes

He's Eros and he's Apollo

Senoritas, don't follow him

Soon, he will eat your hearts like cereals

You're still young

Every night they fall like dominoes

How he does it, only heaven knows

All the other men turn gay wherever he goes

[NAME], darling, you're my best friend

I'm using your shirt as a pillow case

I wanna ruin our friendship

We should be lovers

I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead

You're really my dearest friend

I've been doing bad things that you don't know about

Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me

We are more than friends

I will follow you until the end

I never like your new boyfriends

Oh, your love for them won't last long

Forget those amigos

I experienced something fantastic

I made out with a robot

It felt gentle, but robust

I made love to a robot

It had the strength of a man but the sensual touch of a woman

Its entire processing power harnessed to give pleasure beyond human measure

It did not appear neutral

This robot had read its Kama Sutra

Where is the boy whose bass is big and bold?

Where is the boy whose beats are made of solid gold?

They don't make me feel the way you do

You're the Obi-Wan Kenobis with the force of audio

I believe in all your fantasies as silly as they seem

You're from another world

He'll make you dance as smoothly as the dolphins swim

I walk the night through the people on the streets

Oh what I would give to be in your company

Into the night with the sailors of the sleaze

All hands on deck - they're like animals in heat

[maxineswritingcenter]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love -Mystery Pairing pt 2

Read part 1 here!

Summary: Love is written in a book by God himself. John and Mary were written there. So is the reader and *looks at snugged writing on hand* Seam Winchester. Aka, they don't know. After a hunt goes bad, the reader is left unconscious. The first name she speaks is who she was destined to be with.

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"What in the hell." She grabbed her phone and shined the flash light but jumped back when she saw it. It was... Both of them. An ever changing vision of both Sam and Dean. It seemed to morph and melt as it go closer. It shifted from Dean to Sam then a hunched version of the both of them.

-

Meanwhile, in Heaven

Castiel searched high and low, trying to find someone who even still wanted to talk to him at that point. His list of allies in heaven was slim to none. He came to the hall of records, hoping to find someone who could help.

There was an angel at the desk, she had dark brown hair and warm brown skin. She was reading a file. When he walked in she had looked up, eyes wide.

"Castiel?" The angel said, standing from her seat.

"Rebecca." Castiel greeted her, "It's good to see you." Rebecca looked around.

"You're alone?"

Castiel squinted at her, "I am."

"Well it's just, only higher ups can look into the records." She said, looking anywhere but at him.

"I understand, but you need to make an exception. I believe something has seen into the Book of Eros." He said, Rebecca seemed more and more nervous.

"What? No, never. Nobody gets passed me. Not now, not ever." She smiled.

Castiel tilted his head, "Why do I feel like you're lying to me?"

Rebecca's tight smile faded and she sighed, "Oh fine...but... I didn't think this would happen."

-

"Come with me." It said, the voice mumbled and echoed one another.

"Let's ditch this popstand." The Dean half said and at the same time the Sam half said, "Let's get out of here."

"Find somewhere quiet." They said together.

"Flattering offer, guys, but uh," She grabbed the bowl from the ground, "I'll pass!" She threw the concoction at the creature and made a run for it. The mixture seemed to burn the creature, weakening it so it only took one form. She came to a long hallway. She could either run, or find a door that opened.

She could hear the chuiael getting closer, she panicked and ran down the hall. She ran through a set of double doors and came back to the cafeteria. She ran into the restricted kitchen area. If she could find a knife or something, she could defend herself.

"Come on, (Y/N)!" The creature called, making her duck below the counter. Taking her phone and sent a text, before shoving it back in her pocket.

"Let's just talk! I thought you like our talks!" As the creature got closer, it sounded more and more familiar. She found a two tonged fork used for grilling and huddled in the corner, away from the door. She held the fork out, watching the door slowly open and figure revealed itself in the doorway.

"There you are." He said with an evil grin.

-

"Rebecca," Castiel took a careful step forward. The angel on front of him held her head, tugging at her hair.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I... I thought I was helping. This girl was praying over and over for help because she thought her husband was being distant. And I thought... It couldn't hurt to show her that her and her husband were soulmates. Well... It turns out he was cheating... And the Book made her angry. She ripped out the page with her on it. She got so upset and went into labor... She died..." She looked down at the ground.

"Are you going to smite me?" She asked.

Castiel shook his head, "No. You made a mistake and had the best intentions. But we need to get that page back. There have been too many deaths."

"Deaths?" Rebecca asked, touching her chest in horror.

-

Sam took his phone out when he felt it buzz in his pocket.

(Y/N):

SOS

His eyes widened. He opened the door to Jennifer's room.

"We gotta go." He said to the woman. He helped her from the bed and carefully hurried her to Matt's room where Dean was outside.

"What's goin' on?" Dean asked, but before he got an answer, they heard a large crashing sound. It sounded like pots and pans.

"(Y/N) needs help." Sam said, helping Jennifer into Matt's room. The couple embraced on Matt's hospital bed, holding each other close.

Dean looked at his brother, "You stay here with them. I'll go help her." He closed the door as he left. When he turned to head down the hallway, he was chest to chest with (Y/N).

"There you are..." She grinned, there was something off about it that told him something wasn't right.

"I thought you needed help." Dean asked, looking around her. She cupped his face, bringing him back to look into her eyes.

"I know all your little secrets, Dean. All the little gifts. How you're always protecting me. " She pressed him against the wall. Her presence was intoxicating. More than usual.

"I know everything. Even when you knew Sammy was going to take me out on a nice little picnic. You made us go on this hunt." She whispered, her face inches from his.

"Who knew you could be so selfish?" She leaned closer.

"Om Gum Ganapatayei Namah*!" (Y/N) shouted, the apparition disappeared in a shriek. Dean turned and saw the real (Y/N). She was panting hard, holding her side where red was seeping through her fingers.

"We gotta go." She swallowed hard, leaning on the wall. Dean helped her to stand.

"It's alright, you're gonna be okay." Dean said. Her eyes widened as she looked behind him.

"Dean!" She shouted. The Chuiael, was in her original form. Her long black hair swirled and floated around her. Her dark eyes were surrounded by shadows. She screamed, rushing at the pair. (Y/N) pushed Dean away, the ghostly demon rushed through (Y/N) like a wisp of smoke.

(Y/N)'s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell to her back with a sickening thud. There was a piece of paper clasped in her hand. The creature disappeared.

"(Y/N)!" Dean went down to his knees and took her in his arms. She was so limp and pale. He felt for her pulse. It was there, but very weak.

"Sam!" He called, pulling her closer. Sam opened the door, blade in hand. He took one look down, his chest filling with dread.

"Is she...?" He asked in a hushed voice.

"Not yet." Dean glared as he looked around.

"It's not everyday when two men love the same girl." The creature reappeared down the hall, having taken (Y/N)'s form again.

Sam looked down at his brother, who found more interest glaring at the monster. Sam shook his head and looked back up at her, tightening his grip on the blade.

"What's the point of all this?" Sam asked, "These people had nothing to do with your husband cheating."

The chuiael's appearance flickered between her own and (Y/N), "Oh they had everything to do with it. They weren't supposed to be together. But then Matt left his soulmate wife to be with Jennifer. And my husband, that stupid prick, got the idea that if he did the same thing he could finally pork his receptionist. And as soon as I'm done with them, I'm going after my husband. He's the reason I'm like this! The reason I lost my child!" She glared at them, "And I won't let you stand in my way. So walk away or I'll take the rest of her life." She pointed at (Y/N).

Dean looked down at his friend, she was getting so cold. Her eyes opened slightly, a slight smile on her lips. She lifted her hand, placed it on his and nodded.

"Dean... Tear that bitch apart." Dean looked up at the creature who gave him a sickening smile. Sam took a step forward, "We can't do that."

"So be it." The chuiael lifted her hand up, ready to charge but stopped in her tracks. Her eyes and mouth shined a bright white and they watched as she turned into smoke. From where the creature stood, Castiel and another angel had appear. The other angel had tears in her eyes and an angel blade in her hand.

Sam looked back down at Dean and (Y/N). Her hand that was hold his had gone limp and fallen to the floor.

"(Y/N)!" Sam shouted.

-

Later in the motel, Castiel had healed (Y/N) of her wounds, but she was still comatose. The other gathered around and waited.

"How long till she wakes up?" Sam asked, leaning against the wall.

Castiel looked at the sleeping woman, then back to his friends, "It's hard to tell. She almost died. Could take hours, a day maybe."

Rebecca, who had been staring at the piece of paper they had found in (Y/N) hand looked up, "This doesn't make sense." Dean stood up from the chair next to the bed that (Y/N) lay.

"What doesn't make sense?" He asked, "What is that?"

"It's the missing page from the book, but this is wrong." She shook her head and showed Castiel, "Look. Her name is there."

"(Y/N)'s name?" Sam asked, coming around Castiel to look over the angels shoulder. Dean stayed by the bed, not wanting to leave his friend's side.

There on the page was (Y/N) (Y/L/N) but something was off. The name of the person she was paired with...

"It's one of us." Sam said, stepping back.

"One of us? Doesn't it say which one?" Dean asked, getting more and more frustrated by God and these bullshit rules.

"No." Castiel said, "There's a smudge."

"You have got to be kidding me." Dean, not believe what he was seeing took the page from Rebecca and looked at it closely. They were right.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) დ Winchester

"So we just never know?" Sam asked, feeling slightly hurt.

"No." Rebecca said. Dean looked at her shocked.

"Because she was attacked by the Chuiael so close to the one of you. It started the process of finding the one she's supposed to be with. Whoever's name she says when she wakes up is her soulmate." Rebecca said. Sam and Dean looked at each other, not prepared for what was going to happen next.

-

Castiel and Rebecca had left to return the page to the Book of Eros. Sam and Dean sat on either side of (Y/N) bed, waiting for her to wake up.

"Is it... Bad that I'm nervous?" Sam asked, playing with his hands.

"What's there to be nervous about? She's gonna be the same person as before." Dean said, knowing exactly what Sam meant.

"You know what I mean. She's gonna wake up, say one of our names and... Then what?" He let out an exasperated sigh.

"We make a decision from there." Dean leaned back in his chair, "I mean, God made this stuff up and for what? We don't need to listen to that crap."

Sam shook his head, "You don't mean that."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Dean's voice rose higher.

"I saw how you looked at her. I saw how scared you were when she wouldn't wake up." Sam said, looking straight into his brother's eyes.

Dean's jaw clenched, "And you think this would be good for me? Cause I see how you look at her too. You were gonna ask her on some date." Sam looked slightly shocked.

"That's right. I knew. Who the hell just buys wine for themselves, Sam?" Dean asked. When he got no response he shook his head, "It's her choice. Let her make a decision. And we'll be happy with it."

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

Suddenly, a small groan brought their attention to (Y/N). She was tossing, her eyes squeezed shut, mumbling something.

"Hey." Dean said, sitting on the side of the bed, "Can you hear us?" She didn't respond, just shook her head.

"No... No..." She mumbled.

"We're here. It's okay now." Sam said calmly.

"No!" She shouted, sitting up, eyes wide. She opened her mouth to speak the name.

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She’s a real babe,’ the white, handsome and 20-y/o Carl told his cute, white and 18-y/o friend, Lorenzo, regarding Penelope, the latter’s widowed, 37-y/o mother. ‘Do you have the hots for her?’ Lorenzo grinned.I could stab my dick into her pretty face, that’s for sure,’ Carl replied.I could, too,’ Lorenzo revealed his secret desires.Alright, man!’ Carl high-5’d his buddy, then: – ‘As long as they don’t physically damage women, guys aren’t supposed to respect them, are they?’

‘Are you suggesting I shouldn’t respect mom?’ Lorenzo asked. ‘Damn-straight, I am!’ Carl replied.Well, that’s a misogynistic idea and I think she’d appreciate it,’ Lorenzo said.Nonetheless, Carl had spoken the truth since Penelope was lovely, with black hair, large, yet non-saggy boobs, great legs and a firm rump.While the teenagers didn’t realize it, however, she indulged her promiscuity by going to cheap motels and screwing strangers because the risk involved thrilled her – though something else occurred one April, Saturday night when Carl and Lorenzo decided it’d be interesting to find-out what happened at The Eros Adult Bookstore 6 years before x-rated, online material closed it for business.

They walked in and were passing the restroom when they ground to surprised halt.The door was open; wearing nothing except high heels, fishnets and a short dress, Penelope was sitting on the toilet.Meanwhile, a hunky, mid-30’s white man was standing next to her – with Carl and Lorenzo having never hear such degrading talk and hardly believing their ears when he ordered, ‘Raise your dress and poop, you little slut!’Hot Sex stories:   Hubby’s replacement : part-04Yes, sir!’ – and she obeyed, after which he pointed at her turds and inquired, ‘Those are your daughters, aren’t they?’

‘Yes, sir!’ she moaned.‘Yeah, they are, bitch!’He then saw Carl and Lorenzo, ‘Who are you?’ he smiled,I’m Carl,’ the older boy said.‘I’m her son, Lorenzo.’ ‘I’m Gerald. Welcome to your mother’s embarrassment.’‘How do you know she’s a slut?’ Carl asked.‘I met her during a motel party 4 months ago. She was entertaining 17 guys,’ Gerald replied.Seventeen?’ Lorenzo expressed his astonishment.‘Will you forgive me?’ Penelope implored. ‘Hell, no! I despise you, cunt!’ Lorenzo snarled.

Now, now! You’re hurting your sweet mother’s feelings!’ Gerald said. ‘I don’t care!’ Lorenzo responded, Carl next grabbed Penelope’s hair, lifted her off the toilet, reached beneath her and thrust his finger into her anus, then her mouth. ‘Does your ass-hole taste delicious?’ he jeered, ‘Wait. That’s the womb where your daughters were conceived, isn’t it?’ Gerald interjected as Carl removed his finger from her mouth. ‘Yes, sir!’ Penelope replied.

Apparently, the toilet performed a miracle by knocking you up – right, mom?’ Lorenzo colorfully said.Uhhh – yes, sir!’ she blushed,‘Hey, dude, perversion isn’t a miracle!’ Carl had scarcely replied before Gerald yanked her dress to her waist, clutched her left nipple and employed it to guide her into a private viewing room while Lorenzo and Carl followed.You want to disgrace your mother, don’t you?’ he asked Lorenzo.She disgraces herself!’ Lorenzo sneered as Gerald commanded the tart to undress

.She did, while her son unzipped his jeans and exposed his 13-inched penis. Hot Sex stories:   Gang Bang Mom‘Let me touch your cock, sir,’ she begged. ‘Touch my cock – huh?’ Lorenzo derided her.‘Please, sir!’Only if you admit you’re a filthy, fucking whore!’ Lorenzo snarled.Yes, I am, sir!’ she complied before he kicked her feet apart, crouched and shoved his tool into her vag. ‘You gave birth to shit just like you!’ Carl next declared as he dropped his jeans and inserted his 10-inched pecker in her bowels.

‘Uuuh, uuuh, uuuh!’ she panted while Gerald stroked his 12-inched phallus and watched.Penelope’s a viciously immoral sex-fiend!’ he remarked.Yeah, you are!’ Carl snorted.Aaah!’ she gasped.Prior to his death, however, Nate, her deceased husband, had encouraged her to ‘commit incestuous adultery’, but had died before she could fulfill his wishes.Nonetheless, he’d hoped that’d humiliate her, and now excited shame had her cumming.Soon, Lorenzo emptied his balls in her snatch and Carl her dung-pussy, followed by Gerald lowering his trousers, pushing her to knees and jerking-off into her mouth.

I’m sorry that I didn’t let you play my flute!’ he chuckled, with him, Carl and Lorenzo then accepting her as their shared concubine, It also pleased her that Gerald pretended she was his wife, and thus she was able to at least fantasize about committing incestuous adultery – while needless to mention, she still entertained guys the motel, the filthy, fucking whore! The EndShe cheated her husband for look alike lover – part 5 ( Making way towards swapping )

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Aphrodite: what you find attractive in a personwhen we have the same humor, when theyre SUPER passionate about something, their generosity, and their kindness and patience 

Apollo: favourite piece of musiccurrently? lately its been a lot of soundtracks from underrated animated movies  and some covers from said animated movies 

Ares: opinion on wardont like it? but war is inevitable, humanity has been at war with itself since the beginning of time. and war, sometimes, is necessary, to protect  human rights and the innocent... ejkfsnfkdns yea idk how to articulate it idk man war’s gonna happen 

Artemis: favourite animal and whyOTTERS bc theyre so fuckin cool btihc.... sea otters especially theyre so fuzzy and they crack shells open w rocks so when they find the Special Rock they just keep it. they float on their backs and hold hands w other otters so they wont float away!! mommy otters will actually tangle their baby in kelp so they wont float away while theyre hunting!! the mom will also hold the baby on her tummy while floating too :’ )

Athena: share a piece of wisdomwhen punching a nazi, dont hit them in the jaw or cheekbone!! its gonna kill your knuckles!! so gauge out their eyes instead

Dionysus: red, white, or rosé?mike’s hard lemonade yeet

Demeter: favourite season and whyautumn!! i love cool temperatures and tbh in autumn my wardrobe POPS. i finally can break out my favorite bomber, wear jeans and leggings again, long sweaters? sweatshirts? FLANNELS?? you can basically just layer it on up and still can by comfy and killing it!!

Eros: describe your crushi dont have a special lady in my life rn but uh theres fanglia

Hades: do you believe in life after death?ok fuck yea in reincarnation!! sorry imma go on a little rant but the idea of heaven is.... idk... the idea that ppl truly believe theyre going to be the same person after death for all of eternity mind boggles me... i truly believe when we die our bodies rot and decompose and we come back as the bottom of the food chain, as some sort of plant, then eventually work back up the chain. it sounds so ridiculous as im typing it out, but i kinda seek comfort in that idea that after i die im just gonna be come a patch of flowers. idk why!! also i used to believe that when we die we basically just “wake up” as our new selves, you just get randomly placed in the food chain, like one day your a 80 y/o man and the next your suddenly a newborn cat. IT SOUNDS RIDICULOUS but YEA either one works anyways reincarnation is cool as shit

Helios: opinion on tanningNDSKNFDSFD BITCH IDFK

Hephaestus: do you think disability can ruin a relationship?if you believe disability can ruin a relationship u deserve a swift kick to the balls and dick

Hera: opinion on feminismabsolutely necessary 

Hermes: last text you sent“bc bakugo in the beginning was basically to make deku's life a living hell” LMAO

Hestia: describe your ideal houselittle house in the woods in the rockies. i live away from the busy city but i’m not completely isolated. i have a screened in porch w a spectacular view of the rockies! i have flowerpots on every windowsill and a small garden in my backyard and a little harb garden in my kitchen. i have a roomy kitchen and a big ol workspace. a bedroom w a giant window facing the rockies! and a wife and some pets to share it with im so..... fuck

Pan: opinion on gay rightsi just wanna hold hands w a girl in public for more than 5 minutes bc im afraid im upsetting someone... i want the people im upsetting removed

Persephone: is climate change really a thing or is everyone just overreacting?bitch climate change is definitely a thing and its already happening!! our weather has been so weird lately because of climate change!!! our seasons are changing!! we’re gonna have hotter summers, fiercer winters!! the ocean levels are rising and cities are already beginning to flood!! you cant undo it!! the artic’s strongest sea ice just fucking broke for the first time on RECORD WE ARE KILLING OUR PLANET

Poseidon: list three fearsdrowning, riding on a motorcycle, and suspense... i cant do it

Zeus: three places you want to travel toalready answered!!

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:The Nobility:

Death -uncanny to Ralph Fiennes- Lord of Hell, King of the Underworld. Despite the ridiculous amount of bureaucratic nonsense Hell is truly a monarchy. He is not to be confused with Satan or true evil. He works with the Angels of Divine Light for a balance. “I’m not the only one setting fire to villages and demanding infanticide just to boost my own ego.” -Death Has a beautiful wife; although she is “away for the season” (;)) “Although is incredibly terrifying, and does eat souls for breakfast I wasn’t kidding about that one”- Geibel. Lives in the Palace of Night along with Night, Darkness, and Hypnos. Along with Eros (not to be confused with Aphrodite’s son Eros II, but still related.) He also tends to take his winters in Hell, while spending the summers out on Earth causing “trouble”, Chronos does the same, but he just kind of comes and goes whenever he pleases, still they keep a room for him.

Night (Nyx) -uncanny to Soo Joo Park- Is literally night, her sister Hemera lives on Earth or the Divine Light. They don’t speak anymore. “Hemera can be such a bitch, especially in the warm months on earth. What? Does she own them?! No, if Chronos knew, that uppity—“Nyx.

Darkness (Erebus) -uncanny to Jacquelyn Jablonski- So named for the waystation of the dead, or was it the other way round? No one knows they’re literally older than time. Or just as old, and he hates getting into those kind of philosophical arguments. Cousins to Nyx and Hemera, she is pretty quiet, although is just as snobby as Night she oftentimes when in a pinch will throw her direct relation to Death and Chaos into the offender’s face. That usually shuts them up pretty fast. No one wants to cross either.

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Chaos -uncanny to Conor Mclain- if you’re looking for the personification of evil, you’ve found him. Martial to the Fields of Punishment, he is head of the legion of the dead, superior to the Grim, the Demon Command Squad, and myself. (along with the other field agents and Wraiths.) “I don’t normally report to him, but since my “disturbing outburst” I’m to periodically give updates on my missions until my cursory probation ends.”- Geibel He is truly twisted, and thrives on the horrific actions and finds glee in the cruel and unusual punishment of those damned, and those who have yet to be judged. He loves humanity, loves to toy with their morality and their perception of reality. You’ll oftentimes find him planning truly disgusting experiments to “test the human spirit”. “10/10 would not recommend”-anyone. Has an equally as horrific girlfriend Melinoe; coordinator to nightmares and madness, they work very closely together.

Lethe -uncanny to Sasha Luss- a close friend to Geibel, a truly kind spirit she’s one of the rivers in Hell she wipes the memory of the dead that drink from her, usually to the aid of the soul, but not always. Working very closely with Hypnos they aid in the discharging of souls from either prison or their initially prescribed station. Whether that be on to the Meadows or with the Divine Light.

Styx -uncanny to Harry Lloyd- the occasional significant other to Geibel, they met through Lethe when she was escorting a soul to judgement. Their romantic exchanges were never close to any kind of relationship, but they often vacation together and keep a very private life. Is the Cousin of Lethe, and is subsequently related to the other rivers of Hell (Phlegethon, Acheron and Cocytus). He has a dark past, oftentimes the living will come to the edge of the underworld to beg promise from him, most of the granted wishes end in the promised’s death. He is old and possesses many unknown gifts, which makes him so enticing to the living. Some may call him a dark or cursed wizard.