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smallraindrops-blog · 4 months
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I Know A Place (just for you and me)
WMFTD: Drabbles
WMFTD!Y/N X Hypnos
Word count: 3.8k
Warnings: Fluff, kissing, drunkenness, AUs out of the wazoo, no beta.
Notes: 
Some of the brain dump I had when I was on break.
Enjoy the randomness.
Bath
The water was warm, so perfect that Hypnos wanted to sink deep under and just close his eyes. But he didn’t, he had no desire to drown, thank you very much. He did however slide down until the water reached his chin.
It was a nice thing to have a little private bath or as his moral called it, a damn big pool. It was large enough to hold two dozen or so people inside. The wide eye surprise of his mortal when Hypnos had showed you for the first time still made him smile. 
Crushed lavender and rose petals floated in the cloudy water, scents meant to smooth the mind.Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the experience. 
He heard water rippling as his mortal finished bathing, the smell of epsom salt and floral heavy in the steamy air. You were always quick with your bath, a habit from the war that you were never able to break. 
Then he heard you moved closer to him. With a sigh, he opened heavy eyes, shamelessly admiring the sight of toned flesh, the trail of hair on your stomach and the powerful grace of your movements, even the water. 
“I thought you had fallen asleep.” You teased as you joined him, brushing a damp curl from his forehead. Hypnos yawned in response.
“I’m pretty close.” Hypnos admitted with a sigh, closing his eyes once more.  He still needed to soap up but it was just so calming to float in the heated water. He really could fall asleep right here. It had driven his mother crazy when he was a child and she regularly had to make sure he didn’t drown. 
A hand cupped the back of his head, nails gently scratching his scalp. Hypnos moaned and shamelessly pushed his head into your fingers.  
Your chuckle was low, pleased. The sound caused him to squirm, his hand reaching up to grip your shoulders. When he met your stare, his cheeks flushed at the glint of hunger he saw in your gaze. 
However you only pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. 
“Turn around.” You ordered, reaching over to the bar of soap. Hypnos obeyed, sighing deeply when your hands began working the soap into his skin, massaging his body. Your touch was gentle, skillful fingers working out the knots and Hypnos closed his eyes, his mind empty. 
He didn’t know how long he dozed off for but he blinked awake when he felt warm water running over him. 
“Ready to get out?” You asked, washing off the last bit of soap from his skin. Hypnos nodded with just a little bit of regret. 
Once dried off and comfortable in bed, you pulled him to your chest, your large hand resting on his hip. 
Warm and safe and loved, Hypnos fell asleep with a small smile dancing on his lips.
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Coffee
It was a surprisingly powerful scent. You sniffed the cup of brown liquid again. It wasn’t bad… just different. 
“What or who is this?” You asked warily, looking up at Hypnos. His long fingers wrapped around the cup, one of them tapping lightly. He smiled and you returned it. After all this time, he could still make you feel like a lovestruck fool.
“Coffee? I think that's what she called it. Icelos said it’s good.” Hypnos said as Icelos passed around her surprise gifts to her brothers. 
“Just drink it!” Their daughter called out, giveing her twin a steaming cup of coffee. Her other brothers had the same wary stare. Morpheus grimaced at the smell. “Come on, guys. Trust me. It will wake you right up.”
You shrugged and took a deep sip. 
A Sharp bitterness and unnatural sweetness bursted in your mouth and your face straunch up at the mixed flavors of the drink. You smacked your lips and glanced down at it. You weren’t sure how you felt about it.
You glanced toward Hypnos, eyebrows going up as you watched Hypnos drink the coffee down. You never had seen him do that with even fresh wine from Dionysus’ garden.
“You actually like that?” You asked him in surprise as he finished his coffee. He smacked his lips. Hypnos pointed at your drink. His golden eyes were bright like a cat that just saw an unaware mouse. 
“Are you going to finish that, dearest?” 
Wordlessly you handed the coffee over and watched Hypnos devour the oddly bitter and sweet drink. There was a nagging feeling that maybe it wasn’t a good idea for Hypnos to have so much. 
His curls flopped off his face adorably as he tried to get the last few sips. Then he made a happy little hum as he polished off the coffee. The smile he flashed you made your chest warmed in pure fondness.
You probably won’t regret letting him have so much of the drink. 
Probably.
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Banned
“Never again Icelos.” 
“But Father-“
“Never. Again.”
~
Shave (modern au)
Half wake you stumbled into the bathroom, scratching at your stomach idlely as you tried to remember everything you needed to get done today. With bleary eyes, you glanced at the mirror and saw the dark stubble along your jaw and cheeks. 
With a scowl, you realized you needed to shave again. 
The shaving cream you used was the same one Achilles used, a fresh scent that always brought back to your childhood. Another thing to do today, call your parents and remind them to keep up on the doctor appointments. 
“I wish you didn’t have to shave.” Hypnos’ sleepy voice caught your attention and you met his heavy eyes. It was the first you had noticed about him, those golden irises framed by thick white lashes.
With a yawn, Hypnos leaned against the door frame. The sweatpants he stole from you clung to his narrow hips for dear life. There you spied the dark hickey you left on his skin the night before.
A satisfied possessiveness unfurled deep in your chest.
“You’re right. Maybe I should grow it. Become a lumberjack.” You teased, dragging the razor down your cheek. Hypnos wrinkled his nose.
“Never mind, you already one annoying email away from becoming a hermit.”  Hypnos yawned again. 
You chuckled in agreement. 
He wasn’t wrong. The idea of running away from the city and all the burdens of it was an appealing one. Especially with Hypnos. 
Maybe someday.
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Dragon (Sapphic AU)
Princesses were rotten, useless creatures and you were all too happy to let the other dragons steal them away.  Let them get slain by skilled knights and those of pure hearts.
It just left more gold and weapons for you to add your ever growing horde.
You didn’t burn down towns full of innocent people nor did you terrorize any royal family. You left the humans alone and in return, they left you alone, save for a few foolish knights who tried to claim your head. 
You had your horde and you were content.
Or you were.
“Let me go! They didn't even seasoned me. I won’t taste good.” The woman squirmed in your hand, your claws threatening to cut into her too soft flesh. Her white dress was ruined, finely made lace torn and the hem blacked by fire. Her shoes had fallen off, her delicate feet exposed to the cold air. 
The thin veil caught on your scales, threatening to reveal the princess’ face but it held. For now.
It was an ancient practice, one that you had thought those stupid humans had long outgrown.  
Sacrifices. 
Usually a king - emperor or whatever name they decided to give themselves- would pick a beautiful princess or prince and clean them up. Then offer them up as a meal in hopes of riches from the horde or for the dragon’ powerness to win over an enemy.
It was another way you stood apart from dragons. You never took a sacrifice.  You had no desire to share your prizes. 
As for war… you had more than enough of it. 
You ruthlessly shoved the memories away as you ducked your large head closer to the sacrificial lamb. You heard her gasp loudly and that made you reveal your maw of sharp teeth in a mocking smile. 
She moaned. A soft noise of hopelessness.
You never took one but no one said you couldn’t play with them. And you wanted answers more than anything else right now.
“Tell me, princess. Who sent you?” You asked, your voice rough as black smoke. You couldn’t remember the last time you spoke.
The veil didn’t reveal any of her face but you sensed she was close to tears. She made a sound like she was trying to speak but no actual words came. 
Annoyed, you lifted a large claw and tore her veil away. The fabric drifted to the cold stone floor uselessly. 
At first, you mistook the white of her hair as part of the veil. Soft curls, pure as fresh snow, spilled around her shoulders. Her full lips parted into a little ‘o’ before she dared a glance upward.
You got a single glance of pure gold before she snapped her eyes closed and tried to curl in onto herself. “Don’t eat me- don’t eat me-“ she muttered over and over again as if it would help.
Flames that were dark and ugly as sin rose up but you swallowed it down. With a control you didn’t truly feel, you placed the tip of a single claw under her chin and lifted her face up.
“Look at me, princess.” You ordered quietly.
You felt her swallowed. Then slowly, she obeyed. 
Her eyes were golden as the dying sunset, golden as the nectar of the gods. Her gaze was richer than the hoard you held back deep in your lair. Deep inside where your flames burned in everlasting glory, you knew where she belonged. Right on top of your hoard, dressed in nothing but your finest jewels and gold.
She was beautiful. Whoever the king was, he was a fool for not hiding this princess away from the world. 
You however were not. 
“Let me go.” She begged once more. Her eyes shined with tears. “My brothers-“
The plea made you bare your fangs. And she stopped, but didn’t look away.  
Let her go? The mere thought was laughable. In a voice that shook the mountain, not in volume but in sheer force of the vibrations, you spoke.
“No. I don’t think I will, my princess.”
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Weakness
(Modern AU)
The store lights were starting to give you a headache. With a pointed sigh, you leaned on the cart railing, watching as Hypnos picked up another book. He looked small in your too large hoodie, his curls mussed and his arm filled with colorful books.
It was a familiar sight, one that made your heart squeeze just a bit. Hypnos was spending time with you, he was wearing your hoodie and everyone else can fuck off. 
However it had been almost an hour and you still haven’t gotten halfway down the shopping list. Which includes birthday shopping, along with grocery shopping along with several other errands that you have been putting off. 
You gave another pointed sigh.
Hypnos either didn’t hear your sigh or was happily ignoring you. Both were equally likely. 
It was when Hypnos was eyeing another book that you spoke up. 
“Love, you already have ten books in your arms. Don’t you want to put some back and finish the ones you get before getting more?” 
Hypnos blinked at you, like he just remembered you were there. He glanced down at his books then at you then back at the books. 
“Well.” Hypnos bit his bottom lip as he peeked up at you. His eyes were bigger, shinier.
No. No. You knew this game far too well. You still weren’t over the pitying glances from your parents the last time this happened. You crossed your arms, meeting his eyes with a stern frown.
“I guess I could.” Hypnos sounded like a kicked puppy. He slowly began putting some of the books back. Guilt was a heavy weight that settled on your chest.
One glance at his disappointed expression and you ran a hand down your face. Wordlessly you grabbed the books he put down and began putting them in the cart. With a nod from you, he placed the rest of them in there along the eleventh book. 
“Thank you~” Hypnos wrapped his arms around one of yours, resting his cheek against your bicep. He beamed up at you. With a grumble, you dipped your head down for a chaste kiss. 
Your wallet was lighter but it was worth it to see Hypnos’ smile.
~
Tiny
Hypnos was asleep, his chest moving a deep, slow rhythm. His head was on your shoulder, his curls brushing against your cheek. Mindlessly, you pressed a kiss against his brow.
You shifted in an effort to get comfortable, your back against the headboard. You didn’t mean to end up in this position with Hypnos and Morpheus asleep like this. You knew you would be feeling it in your spine later. 
There was a loud sigh. And you hid your smile.
“Father?” Morpheus whispered loudly, patting your arm. At least he was trying to be quiet. You glanced down at him, and bit back a laugh at his grumpy pout.  Hypnos had tried in vain to make Morpheus stay between you and him in the bed. 
He looked just like a mini Hypnos, from his head of sweet curls to his little toes. His curls were just as messy, his golden eyes just a few shades darker. You held out an arm in offer and your son clambered onto your lap.
“Aren’t you supposed to be napping, little one?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you held him close.
“This is boring. I am too old for naps.” Morpheus replied as he found a comfortable spot on you.
“I think your dad would disagree.” You told him as you rolled your eyes with a faint smile, and once he was settled in, you tucked the blanket in around him.  Morpheus huffed in disagreement, laying his head down on your chest. 
There was a moment of quiet as you began to rub his back in slow, even circles. 
Morpheus yawned and blinked up at you. 
“When will I get as big as you?” He asked. It was his new obsession, to get as big as you were one day. Last week, it was Pa’s cloak and the week before that, it was Zagreus’ sword.
“When you are grown.” You told him. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he might end up his dad’s size. The idea of him getting bigger seemed impossible when he was already the perfect size.
“Oh.” Morpheus yawned with a grumpy scowl. He rubbed his cheek against you and yawned again. He was slowly losing his battle with sleep. Even your eyes felt heavy but you held on. For now.
“Were you ever small? You know, like when you were a baby?” He asked. You tried to keep your expression neutral at the innocent question. You didn't want to think about the past right now. Not when the present was so, so good and so right.
“I was, just like all babies were at some point.” You said, then to redirect him away from more questions, you asked, “Would you like a story?”
Morpheus grinned, his golden eyes staring up at you. It was ridiculous how happy it made you to see Hypnos’ eyes color in your son.  “Yes please!” 
Story telling didn’t come as naturally for you as it did for Hypnos but you had a few in your pocket from your own parents. Unable to resist, you began combing Morpheus’ curls.
Quietly, you began the tale, your low voice carrying Morpheus into the realm of dreams and into Hypnos’ waiting arms.
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Drunk
It was when the hallway began to sway that you realized that you were very, very verrry drunk. 
You slammed a hand on the wall in an attempt to brace yourself. You blinked once. Twice. Yet the hallway continued to sway in a mocking dance. Your body joined in without your permission.
What the hell was in that drink Zagreus gave you? Wine. Very delicious wine even if you only had a few sips. It was a new wine… from somewhere. Surely you must be close to your house with your parents - wait, no you were dead. You didn’t have a house. You were an adult.
You scowled. Where were you trying to go again?
“Y/n?” 
Your head snapped up - when had it dipped?- and blinked at the creature before you. 
Hypnos flashed you a wide grin, his eyes- so perfect and golden and heavy- crinkled up in gentle amusement. The candlelight gave his white curls a gentle halo, the apples of his cheeks pink. You swallowed.
He was completely perfect and beautiful like a vision of divinity and you were staring at him like a mindless thing made of clay.
His expression shifted to one of panic as you fell onto your knees. There was a faint jolt of pain but you ignored it. Hypnos’s hands landed on your shoulders, his voice high and his words rushed. You took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his waist as you buried your face in his stomach. 
“You’re perfect.” You informed him, slurring your words and he went quiet. You nuzzled into his clothes with a sigh,  “Let me be the first adoring priest of your temple. I will build it with my own two hands in your name. Anything you ask of me, it will be yours.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then his hand rested on your head, the nails lightly scratching at your scalp. You hummed.
“First of all, no drunk should be so eloquent. Secondly, just what did Zagreus give you?” Hypnos asked. 
“Wine.” You said happily. “Fancy pink wine.”
For some reason, that made Hypnos begin ranting. The words flew over your head, each syllable becoming fog. Everything was warm and fuzzy and wonderful. You decided that you very much like it. 
Hypnos was still talking when you closed your eyes with a contented smile.
~
Cycle (Reincarnation au)
“I know you from somewhere.” 
Outside the spacecraft, Elysium once named by your parents, millions stars gleamed in void and Earth was a far away myth. A home planet that was once so rich with life that it sounded like a fantasy. 
With a sigh, you turned around to meet the voice. Your lips twisted into a mocking smile. 
“I very much doubt-“ you stopped, the lying smile died as you felt something shifted.
At first, you weren’t sure what you were looking at. It had a humanoid face, but the creature’s eyes were far too golden, his body too delicate to be an earthly being. White curls spilled around his smile, made messy by the small wings on his head. 
He looked like one of those old artworks of angels, carefully carved from marble or painted into existence with bold oil paints. 
At your silence, the creature’s smile grew and he clapped his hands. 
“You can feel it too, right?” His eyes blinked slowly. His voice was high for a male but it suited him. It made him seem boyishly sweet. “I think you once told me that you would know me in every life. A long time ago. Maybe on earth. I hope it includes this one as well.”
You took a step back and shook your head. It must be a trick, some alien species were like sirens, lulling fools to their doom. This creature before you was more than beautiful enough to do so. 
“My name is Hypnos.” 
You frowned. There was a tug deep, deep, deep inside your guts. Like when you knew an opponent was about to attack, like when you knew exactly where Earth was on any star map. 
A painful familiarity in a stranger’s face.
The mere thought of it was enough to make you want to turn tail and run. So you did.
“Enough. I don’t appreciate this conversation. Don’t speak to me again.” You snapped. Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heels and walked away. 
Yet you felt Hypnos’ eyes burning into your back. A part of you wanted to turn around and look back. 
You didn’t.
..
You couldn’t escape it.
It was only for brief moments when you saw him, his striking beauty made him stand out among the crowds of aliens. 
His golden eyes would meet yours and hold your gaze. Your breath hitched. It felt like finding something lost so long ago you couldn’t put a name to it.
Then someone would call for you and the spell broke and you took every chance you got to run away.
..
It was during an attack that you ran into Hypnos again.
It was the bright red of his uniform that caught your eyes. The alien’s jaw was wide open, ready to devour the beauty of Hypnos. He was frozen, crumbled on the floor and unable to move. 
You moved without thinking. 
Something you hadn’t done since basic training. Your heart was pounding, fear was burning a painful line up your throat and all you could think was ‘Not him. Not again.’
The sound of your laser gun echoed off the walls, the smell of burning flesh and bones filled the air. 
The alien stilled, its head completely gone. It swayed for a moment before falling forward and you managed with just a second left to yank Hypnos out of the way. 
You kept him close to your chest, your arm wrapped around his shoulders, holding on to him with a desperation you weren’t going to look too closely at. 
A surprised sound came from Hypnos but you shushed him. It was likely there were more of those monsters around. 
You had tried for days to not think about him, about his strange words. What mattered right now, was getting you and Hypnos out of this alive so you could get answers out of him. 
Somehow this felt right, even in amist of a battle. Like Hypnos belonged there, slotting against you like a missing piece. 
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Eternal
“You love me?”
“Yes. I do.”
“For how long?”
“Until the last star dies and take us with it.”
“Oh…And after that?”
“After that, I would find your atoms and become one with you. I will never not love you.”
A quiet, breathless laugh. One that almost sounds like a sob.
Then.
“I love you too.”
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jun-yng · 10 months
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Hello! It's been awhile since I've last drawn y/n and hypnos, and I really missed drawing them.
Suggestive meme art below the read more/keep reading, please proceed with caution :)
It's a bit funny to have this be the first drawing I come back with lol. Hopefully I'll draw some more of them over the summer.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 12 hours
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Alas, this beautiful dream could not last.
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watercubebee · 6 months
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If flowers are what you want, I will make a garden just for you
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lelelego · 7 months
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had a dream and drew it :o)
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grewlikefancyflowers · 9 months
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hearing these words coming from wwx like
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wwx was so strong throughout every single thing he suffered, but deep down even he wanted someone to save him from it all 😭
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ledzeppelinmixtape · 6 months
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wish house was a real doctor so i could be his mystery insomniac patient and after giving me horse tranquilizers and still not falling asleep he just hits me in the head with his cane and im out like a light
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smallraindrops-blog · 3 months
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I Know A Place
(just for you and me)
WMFTD: Drabbles
WMFTD!Y/N X Hypnos
Warnings: Fluff, kissing, AUs out of the wazoo, no beta.
Notes: 
More vibes that wouldn’t leave me alone. Something to hold over while I work on the poly fic that is quickly growing out of my control. Pyrrhus fic should be out soonish.
Enjoy the randomness.
Part one
Model (Sapphic AU)
The first time you saw her, it was on the cover of a glossy magazine in the grocery store. 
She didn’t look like a real person. The girl was all soft, tousled curls, so white they looked like clouds and a teasing glimpse of an elegant collarbone. Her expression was thoughtful, almost pouty with those full lips.
In a moment of pure teenage fantasy, you wondered how her mouth would feel against yours. She was far too pretty for some awkward high school jock in basketball shorts who felt far too bulky and too tall in her own body. 
But you could pretend. 
With a flush clawing up your neck, you allowed yourself to look again. She was a dream girl, one that not even your imagination could have created. 
The only obvious photoshopped part was her eyes. They looked like sun warmed honey. 
Surely, no human had eyes that golden.
Under her beautiful face, the words caught your attention.
‘Hypnos, daughter of the famous model Nyx, follows her mother’s footsteps!’ 
Without a single thought to stop yourself,you grabbed the magazine and held it close to your chest like a prize. One that you didn’t want to share. 
Carefully avoiding looking anyone in the eyes, you hurried to find your dad.
Achilles was murmuring to himself as he tried to remember which low-fat girl scout cookie that Patroclus had told him to get. You placed the magazine in the cart, trying to look completely normal.
Your dad blinked at you behind his glasses and he glanced down at the cart. There was a single beat of silence then he lifted an eyebrow at you.
“There is good skincare advice in there.” You murmured, staring far too hard at the store brand cookies. Your cheeks flushed hotly as you shoved your hands into your pockets.
“Skincare, huh?” Achilles said but didn’t tell you to put the magazine back. 
..
(Years later)
As a bodyguard for the rich and stupid, you had seen plenty of shit. 
From a drugged up housewife that tried her damndest to kill off her husband’s affairs to a washed up movie star who tried to steal his dad’s private plane as he yelled about flying it into the sun, you had gotten truly skilled with keeping a cool head and putting out fires.
Zagreus - a former pop-star client and a sort of friend- had informed you of the fact that you were the world's best babysitter as you helped him clean up the puke off his Father’s prized Tesla.
This might be too much for you however.
Hypnos was almost completely bare, saved for a single red blanket pooled over her breasts and lap, her slender legs pressed together to give a false sense of modesty. She was utterly gorgeous.
It was both the worst and best thing to ever happen to you. 
“Tilt your head up, really give me that pouty look.” The photographer ordered Hypnos, who obeyed, her infamous white curls brushing against her chin.
“I wish she didn’t cut her hair into a damn bob.” Her agent bitched at you. “I told her that we were trying to get a contract for Aphrodite’s maidens and she required her models to have a specific look.”
You ignored him, eyes locked on the photographer and Hypnos.
The blunt cut of the bob suited Hypnos’ messy curls and willowy figure far as you were concerned. Aphrodite’s models all looked like clones of Aphrodite with long, flowing hair and the exact lush build and the same plastic smile, and it kinda freaked you out a little. 
The idea of the unique beauty of Hypnos getting diluted into something boring and repetitive made your stomach hurt.
Crossing your arms, you kept a careful eye toward the door. It was a well kept secret but Hypnos had a stalker. Not an uncommon occurrence with famous people but this one had managed to break into her house before you were hired on.
If Thanatos hadn’t been there to scare them off…
It had only gotten worse since then. The stalker had managed to get every place that Hypnos ever been. Her childhood home, Thanatos’ high rise loft even into Nyx’s gated mansion in the mountains. Her agent’s office, her friends’ home or place of work.
Nowhere was safe. Hypnos always had adorable, sleepy eyes but there were deep shadows in them now.
That stalker was in for a world of hurt if you ever get your hands on him.
Later, you went through the safe house, checking each room and windows. The address was unlisted, no one would find it. The cameras were connected to your phone, ready to alert you the moment something moved outside.
“You don’t have to do this every time.” Hypnos told you, bare face and wearing an old shirt that went almost to her knees. One side slipped down as she came in, revealing a bare shoulder. Her socks were a ridiculous print of dogs riding French fries. It was adorable.
You had seen her in little black dresses, formal wear that cost more that you made in a year with perfect hair and makeup but somehow like this, she was far more lovelier now than she was all dolled up. 
It was far too easy to imagine taking her to bed and lifting that too big shirt off her delicate body. 
You killed the thought like a bug and after double checking the window’s lock, you turned to face her.
Honey warm eyes met yours. 
For the longest time, you had thought her eyes were photoshopped or that she wore contact lenses. Only you have seen how the morning rays hit it, you have seen the way her eyes lit up when she gets home to her beloved dog or how they dulled when on a phone call with her mother.
Pure and golden like the sun and undeniable real. 
“Better safe than sorry, Ms. Hypnos.” You told her, keeping your tone cool.
Hypnos tucked her hair behind her ear, blinking at you slowly. There was a moment of silence and you resisted the urge to shift on your feet like a guilty child.
Then finally, she gave you a shy smile, her slim fingers resting on her collarbone and nodded toward the living room. 
“I can’t sleep. Wanna watch a movie with me?”
You should say no. You always kept a professional wall between yourself and clients. It was easy. Hypnos had been able to slip past those walls with an unnerving ease
Just say no.
“Sure.” You replied. “Popcorn?”
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Illness (modern au)
At first, Hypnos just thought he was exhausted from running around for all the holidays and the last days of work. By the time he got home, he had collapsed into bed, asleep before he could kiss you goodnight.
The next morning, he woke up to a stuffy nose. His whole face felt like it was burning up, the back of his throat hot and itchy. He moaned quietly, closing his somehow dry eyes. Everything hurts.
“Hypnos?” You croaked. It wasn’t the usual rough voice you woke up with, it was too reedy. Hypnos tried to respond but all that came out was a nasty cough. He covered his mouth as his fit continued.
He heard you murmuring a low swear, then your hands brushed against his too sensitive skin. You helped him sit up, rubbing his back until his fit stopped.
“I think we caught something, love.” You told him, your voice fading the more you spoke.
“Yay.” Hypnos muttered bitterly, leaning against you. He was lazy, sure but he hated being sick. It wasn’t a nice restful day but a horrible one.
At some point, you had managed to get him and you up enough to take some disgusting medicine then Hypnos collapsed into the pile of blankets on the pullout sofa. 
He listened to you moving around, somehow you also had just enough energy to make warm herbal tea for both you and him
Hypno blinked awake when you joined him, accepting the tea with a muttered ‘thanks’. 
“Gonna order some groceries and more medicine.” You told him in a faded voice. Hypnos nodded, sipping on his tea. He didn’t know if Patroclus taught you but somehow you always made tea taste just perfect. 
The day passed slowly in a haze of soup, coughing, more gross medicine - for real, do none of those people  who make the medicine have any taste buns?- trashy tv shows, balled up tissues and delicious tea.
Hypnos mocked the people and everything about the shows. his voice cracked and pathetic sounding. You would chuckle along, smiling faintly. Your large hand rested on his back, rubbing in gentle, smoothing circles as he ranted.
At some point, you dozed off, snoring quietly. Hypnos reached over, and tucked the blanket up higher to your chin. He snuggled in close, his head on your shoulder and took one of your hands in his.
With a contented sigh, Hypnos closed his tired eyes. If he had to be sick, he would want it to be with you. 
~
Kidnapped (Viking AU, dark tw for slavery)
The hearth casted a warm glow in the home, chasing away the nip of the chilly air. Snow will be arriving before the next sunrise. 
The day had been long, filled with duties that must be tended to along with plans for the future sails. Typically, you would mull over everything with a pint of ale and some dried meat before going to your bed alone, lingering awake for hours sometimes.
But that had changed. Now you lay awake for an entirely new reason.
Your thrall paused over the pot, his slender fingers tightened on the wooden ladle. 
His golden eyes locked onto your form, his mouth tight with distrust. Then as if realized his disrespectful attitude, his eyes darted away as he bowed his head. 
Then he spoke. His voice was sweet as bells even if you couldn’t understand a single word of it. He hesitated then clumsily, “Welcome home, Master.”
You winced at the title. 
It wasn’t planned. You had never taken any slaves before and never wanted to. You meant to take a wife. One that wouldn’t mind a loveless and sexless marriage. 
But in some little settlement in a place of eternal summer, you found him during a night time raid. He had been alone and terrified yet you were captivated by him.
High cheekbones and a graceful build with hair so fair it looked like fresh snow. His eyes reminded you of the rare summer days, golden and filled with life. A child of winter and summer brought to form. 
Far too lovely for a mere moral. The goddess, Glorious Freyja, must have blessed him at birth.
He was so beautiful that you broke your own code. And you felt like a worthless bastard for it.
“You are improving.” You told him, each word enunciated. His brow furrowed until you offered up a slight smile. A moment later, he returned it before he returned to stirring the stew.
Your thrall had already placed most of the dinner on the table, warm bread and cheese awaited for you.  There were even colorful berries but you didn’t touch any of the food as you sat down.
He placed a full bowl in front of you but none for himself.
“Thrall.” You waited until he looked at you. Then you pointed at another bowl then at him. “You eat as well. This winter won’t be a kind one.”
He obeyed.
You didn’t want to admit it, used to being alone in your own home but there was something peaceful about sharing a meal with him. There was the great hall but often you needed time away from everyone. And their questions. 
Once dinner was finished, your thrall cleaned up between loud yawns, moving with a slow ease. You began tending to your blades with an eye toward your bow and arrows. 
You had already hunted enough but perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to make sure there was more meat available. Especially for your thrall. He wasn’t built for the harsh land like you were.
You glanced at him, watching the fine line of his back. He reminded you of wildflowers, pretty but easily crushed if not picked correctly. Before you could stop yourself, you called to him.
He blinked at you, placing the lid on the stew. 
You gestured to him to come to you as you stood up. Quietly, he did. His amber eyes narrowed at you like a distrustful cat. Truely, he must belong to Glorious Freyja. 
You grabbed his chin, making him meet your stare. He swallowed but didn’t pull away. His lips were full, stained red by the berries, like he had been kissed over and over by a lover. He was temptation itself. 
Heat pooled low in your stomach, the same dark need to conquer, to claim returned like fire in your blood before battle. It was the feeling you had the night you stole him away.  
“Will you tell me your name tonight?” You asked him, low and rough. It was the same question you asked every night. “You already know mine.”
You tapped on your chest with a free hand and repeated your name. Just like you had every night before. You knew he understood from the sharp glint in his eyes.
There was a moment of silence from him then he shook his head. With a quiet huff, you pressed your thumb on his lips. 
It would be easy. By law, he belonged to you. No one would stop you, hell most of them already thought you had already used him to warm your bed. 
He was yours to use as you pleased. 
But you weren’t a complete monster. Not yet. 
You let him go. He stumbled back, as if he was surprised you did.
“Finish your duties.” You ordered, your tone harsh. You turned your back to him, dismissing him.
You listened to his footsteps as he crossed the room to return to his work. You glanced down at your hands.
There was a slight tremble in your fingers, but you tightened it into a fist. 
Not yet.
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Spectrum (reincarnation au)
You choose the loukomades - or at least it was close enough, it was in a ball shape but heavy with honey coated layers inside. - without hesitation. The honey shone on the fried dough in the ship’s artificial sunlight. Somehow you knew Hypnos would like it.
The corgi-like alien with five eyes nodded up at you, their gloved hands wrapping up the pastries with neat and quick movements. The other one behind them worked on the coffee orders, rushing between stations with their stubby legs.
Out of everything humans had to offer, it was coffee, alcohol, grains, cane sugar along with honey and other sweeteners that blew up in popularity among the other races. It was always in high demand and good for trading. 
It was so popular that many aliens had trained for years just to make humans’ cuisine, running their own shops with unique twists on the food.
Many humans were still unused to aliens, but you had gotten used to it. They all were another creature trying to make a living. And you never minded anyone who could make a mean cup of joe.
You bent down to accept your order, dropping a heavy tip in the jar. 
Hypnos beamed at you when you joined him at the park bench. His wings fluttered, causing his curls to bounce, when he saw the food and coffee in your hands. You hated that your heart swelled just a bit at the sight. 
“Here.” You told him gruffly, sitting down next to him. Hypnos ignored your tone, digging to the pastry bag with glee.
“My favorite!” Hypnos gasped, popping a ball into his mouth with a joyful hum. His eyes closed in bliss.
You took a sip of your coffee, heavy and smooth with extra caffeine, as Hypnos devoured the sweets. And firmly ignored the soft, pleased moans as he ate. 
Then a loukoumade appeared before your eyes, caught between Hypnos’ slender fingers. He waved it at you. 
“Here, go on and have one, it is delicious. I think those guys added something else in there.” Hypnos remarked, narrowing his eyes at the innocent looking pastry. You scoffed. 
“No.”
“Yes.” 
“Hypnos, get that thing away-“ your warning was cut short as Hypnos shoved the food in your mouth. Thick, heavenly honey and warm bread exploded in your mouth but that wasn’t caught made you stilled.
Hypnos’ fingers were pressed against your lips. The touch was light, impossibly so but you swore that it carried the weight of Venus stardust. Hypnos shifted, closer to you now. 
Gorgeous sunlit eyes watched you.
“Tell me you remember this.” It was shaped like a question but something about his tone changed it into a statement.
You swallowed. 
For a moment you were no longer an overworked captain on a spaceship built from your parents’ dreams.  
The sea and skies were everblue twins, summer was a warm breeze with cries of seagulls and there was a beautiful Greek boy with pale curls and a big smile leading you through the endless backstreets. There was a real possibility of getting mugged but as he took your hand, you knew you would follow him off a cliff. 
You didn’t even know his name.
Eventually, he stopped in front of a bakery, his fingers locked with yours as he brought you in.
Then…
Other memories came in a blur. One with golden armor and a heavy spear in your hand. The smell of the sea, a worn map in your hand. Burning cities and screams.  Another life with charcoal stained nails, a smoke dangling between your lips. Another place and time, you were hiding the mud in a green uniform and a hard helmet as warplanes flew overhead. 
Hypnos were in all of them. 
You jerked back, grabbing his wrist. Panting like you ran a marathon, you glared down at him. 
Hypnos didn’t flinch as you tightened your hold, almost bruising his delicate flesh. You were torn between pushing him off the bench or yanking him closer, to know the feel of his honeyed lips against yours.
Because everytime he touched you, it felt like coming home. And that terrified you.
“Explain yourself.” You snarled in a whisper, shaking his wrist. “I brought you the goods. I saved your life. Now explain.”
Hypnos sighed, like he was disappointed but a fond smile grew anyway. 
“Fine. Always so stubborn.” He teased, like you and him were some old married couple. “Let's start at the beginning once more.”
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jun-yng · 2 years
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The shepherd and the god.
Inspired by the reversal au of WMFTD by the amazing @smallraindrops-blog :)
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We'll be alright.
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zero hinge.
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I think about this poem everyday
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Picked fire + House
(thinking of that Dream House AU...That it is still in my mind...maybe later I will come back to it...sfnjksnvf)
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woe kuwameshi meme be upon ye
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