#apollo!taehyung

[letthemkook]

☼ THE PANTHEON SERIES: INFERAEL K.SJ ☼

Pairing: Apollo! Kim Seokjinx Headstrong MC (You as Syrine)

Genre: Dark Romance, Mythological Fantasy, Psychological Thriller

Themes: Divine Obsession, Power Imbalance, Fate vs. Free Will, Curses, Celestial Conflict

Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Emotional Manipulation, Dubious Consent, God/Mortal Power Imbalance, Grief, Death of Family Members, Possessive Behavior, Violence (Implied), SMUT

Intro: You cursed the heavens, and the heavens sent him. Apollo descends — golden, wrathful, and obsessed— to claim the girl who dared defy the sun. In your grief, you become his divine fixation… and his inevitable possession.

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Part 1: The Five Labors

No storm came before the ruin. No eclipse darkened the sky. The morning was golden, too golden—the kind of still, humming summer morning when all the world seems to be holding its breath.

Syrine remembered the smell of the figs her sister had just gathered. She remembered Althea humming beneath her breath, setting a basket on the windowsill. Their father, pale from fever, smiled faintly from his bed in the corner. The breeze rustled the linens. The world was soft.

Then the earth screamed.

It began as a deep, guttural groan beneath their feet—then the house trembled. A plate shattered. The fig basket tipped over. Althea turned sharply. “Syrine?”

Syrine grabbed her sister’s hand. “Outside. Now.”

They didn’t make it far.

A sound like thunder cracked the air as the distant peak of Mount Velmos erupted in a column of black ash. The ground pitched forward. People screamed. Chickens scattered. Homes groaned as roofs shifted, walls cracked.

And then came the fire.

It tore down the mountain in a tide of molten gold, swallowing trees and stone alike. The sky turned black. Fissures opened in the village square, splitting the cobbled streets as if the gods themselves were dragging claws through the earth.

Syrine and Althea ran.

But halfway to the well, the earth buckled.

Syrine fell. Althea didn’t.

Syrine watched, helpless, as her sister turned—and vanished in a blast of fire and stone. One moment there, eyes wide with terror. The next, gone. Consumed. No time to scream. No time to cry.

The sky roared.

—

She didn’t know how long she lay in the ash.

When the fires receded and the world quieted, Syrine rose like a ghost from the ruin.

Half the village was gone. What remained was little more than bones and soot. She searched for her father, coughing from the smoke, knees scraped, throat raw.

She found him beneath the collapsed beams of their home—limbs broken, eyes open.

His last expression was not fear.

It was waiting. For gods that never came.

—

She buried him beside the fig tree. Alone.

The priests—those who survived—gathered in the shattered temple to chant. They spoke of divine punishment, of forgotten sacrifices, of angered deities. They wept for mercy.

Syrine spat in the dust.

When no one was looking, she climbed the temple steps. The roof was broken. The great statue of Apollo, once the pride of the village, still stood, radiant and untouched amid the ruin.

It enraged her.

The god of light. Of prophecy. Of plague. Of beauty. Of truth. The god who watched as the mountain burned her sister alive. Who did nothing as her father died praying to him.

Syrine stepped into the sunlight that streamed through the broken roof.

She looked up at the statue’s flawless, smiling face.

“You watched,” she said.

The sun above did not dim. The wind did not stir.

“You watched her die.”

She stepped forward. “You could’ve stopped it.”

The brazier at the altar still smoked faintly. She kicked it over.

“You could’ve spared them.”

The herbs on the shrine caught fire.

“You are no god of light,” Syrine said, voice rising. “You are a god of fire. Of hunger. Of vanity.”

The wind picked up, sudden and strange.

She bared her teeth.

“Curse you, Apollo. Curse your sun. Curse your throne. I renounce you.”

A silence fell over the mountain.

Even the ash seemed to stop.

Syrine stood beneath the open sky and screamed, “Do you hear me, gods? I curse you! I curse your cruelty. I curse your silence. I will never bow again!”

And far, far above her—on a throne of burning marble in the halls of Olympus—her voice arrived.

—

Olympus

Golden clouds parted as the gods stirred.

The great hall was rimmed with ivory pillars and carved flame. The air shimmered with ambrosia and starlight. Around a gleaming table, the immortals gathered.

“She dares curse us?” Hera said, voice sharp as a blade.

“She dares curse me,” Apollo murmured, watching the swirling vision of Syrine’s face through the scrying basin. Her rage flickered like a flame inside it.

“She renounces the old laws,” intoned Demeter. “She renounces tribute.”

“She blames you,” said Hermes with a grin. “How scandalous.”

“Let me silence her,” said Ares, rising. “Let me strike her down.”

“She is one girl,” Artemis said. “A broken thing.”

“She is dangerous,” Hera snapped. “Mortals are not meant to look upon gods with hate in their hearts. It spreads. Like fire.”

“She is only a child,” Hestia said softly.

“No,” Apollo said, finally standing. The sun flared behind his eyes. “She is not a child.”

They turned to him.

“She is a lesson,” he said. “A lesson that must be taught.”

“And you would teach her?” Zeus asked.

“I will,” Apollo said. “She calls down my fire? Then I will show her what it means to stand in the sun.”

“Do not spare her,” Hera warned.

Apollo’s smile did not reach his eyes. “I will not.”

He turned toward the golden doors, cloak trailing behind him like flame.

And from the basin, Syrine’s voice echoed still:

“I curse you.”

———-

The sun stood unnaturally still in the sky.

It refused to move. It lingered like an unblinking eye above the smoldering remnants of Lysara, casting long shadows and heat thick as oil. Birds had long since stopped singing. Even the flies dared not land on the dead.

And in that stillness, something divine stirred.

The light bent. The air shimmered. And then, in the heart of the ruined square where the statue of Apollo had once stood proud—he appeared.

He did not fall from the sky like a thunderbolt. He stepped into the world as though it had been waiting for him, sunlight folding around his shoulders like a cloak.

Apollo.

The god of prophecy. The god of healing. The god of plague. The god of the sun.

His hair was a mantle of gold, falling in bright, fluid waves past his shoulders. His eyes glowed with the burn of distant stars. Skin smooth and bronzed, tunic loose and radiant. He was beauty sharpened to a blade—terrifying in his perfection.

And he was furious.

He stepped over ash without a sound. The cracked stones of the temple floor gleamed beneath his sandals. His presence stirred the dust into spirals. Plants withered beneath the heat of him.

Mortals who saw him in his full form would be struck blind. Burned from within.

But he was not here to be merciful.

—

Syrine did not kneel.

She stood barefoot at the edge of the ruin, her hands clenched at her sides, her hair wild, her skin streaked with soot. Her cheeks were flushed from heat, her lips cracked. And yet her chin was lifted, her eyes locked on the figure walking toward her.

“You came,” she said.

Apollo tilted his head. “You summoned me.”

“I cursed you.”

He smiled. “And so I came.”

A long silence passed between them, the kind that seemed to press on the ribs like weight.

He circled her slowly, watching her from all angles. “Not trembling. Not crying. Curious.”

“You already took everything I had to lose.”

He stopped behind her. “Then let us see what I can still take.”

Syrine turned, face calm. “I am not afraid.”

He stepped closer. The air between them warped with heat.

“You should be.”

Her voice was steady. “Are you going to kill me?”

“No,” he said. “That would be mercy. And I do not offer mercy to those who spit in my face.”

“Then do what you came to do.”

Apollo narrowed his eyes.

Her defiance didn’t anger him—not yet. It intrigued him. She should’ve been on her knees. She should’ve been sobbing. She should’ve begged for her life.

But this mortal girl looked him in the eye.

And when the sunlight kissed her face, he hated that it suited her.

—

He raised one hand.

The earth glowed beneath her feet—circles of burning light etched themselves into the stone. Heat flared upward in a pulse.

Syrine gasped as the warmth spread up her legs, not pain exactly, but pressure. Weight. Her heart pounded.

“You insulted Olympus,” he said. “You cursed the sun.”

“You took my sister,” she spat. “You let her die.”

“I let many mortals die every day,” he replied. “But not all of them earn my attention.”

The words stung.

“Then don’t pretend this is justice.”

Apollo stepped closer until their faces were inches apart. She could feel the divine force of him pressing into her skin, into her lungs. It hurt to breathe.

“This is not justice,” he whispered. “This is punishment.”

He pulled his hand back, and the glow faded.

She blinked, swaying slightly.

“Your courage is amusing,” he said. “Let us see how long it lasts.”

He conjured a slip of gold from the air, twisting it into a thin ribbon of light. It shimmered like fire as he traced it through the air.

“You will perform a task for me,” he said. “And if you succeed, I will give you another.”

“And if I refuse?”

He smiled, serene and vicious. “Then you will die very slowly.”

Syrine clenched her jaw.

“Your first labor,” Apollo said, “is to retrieve a scale from the sun serpent who slumbers beneath the sand. Bring it to me before sunset, or I will set your bones alight.”

He turned.

“I’ll be watching.”

And in a burst of gold, he vanished.

The desert was no place for the living.

Syrine stood at the edge of the Thymos Wastes, where the earth bled gold and heat rose in shimmering veils. The sun hung low but fierce, a merciless eye. The sand stretched out in every direction—endless, glittering, hungry.

She had no weapons. No food. No compass.

Only a voice in her head, cruel and perfect, saying, “Before sunset, or your bones will burn.”

She walked.

Each step sank deep into the dunes. Her legs ached. Her throat dried. The heat clawed at her skin. But she did not stop. She followed the current of the air, the slight shift in wind that whispered across her face. Apollo had given her no map—but he was the god of prophecy. He wanted her to find the serpent.

And he wanted to watch her fail.

She would not.

—

Hours passed.

Her lips cracked. Her vision blurred. Once, she fell to her knees and nearly didn’t rise again. But in the far distance, something changed.

The sand dipped into a basin—unnaturally smooth. At its center, a rise of stone curled like a coiled rope.

She descended.

The temperature dropped.

A hiss sliced through the silence.

The sun serpent uncurled from the sand like smoke given form. Its body gleamed with scales of beaten gold, eyes two glowing coals. It was enormous—thicker than a tree trunk, longer than a ship. It lifted its head and sniffed.

“Another offering?” it rasped, voice like sand against bone.

“I’ve come for a scale,” Syrine said, steady.

It laughed. The sound echoed across the basin.

“Do you think I give my body freely?”

“No,” she said, and pulled the mirror from her satchel.

It was small, silver, worn from her mother’s prayers.

She tilted it toward the sky—angled it just right—until a single ray of sunlight caught its surface and flashed directly into the serpent’s eyes.

It shrieked, recoiling.

Syrine ran.

The serpent struck, teeth missing her by inches. She leapt over its thrashing tail, dashed forward, and plunged her fingers between two scales near its flank. They burned her skin, but she gritted her teeth and yanked.

A scale tore free.

The serpent roared.

She fled before it could strike again, sand ripping beneath her feet as she scrambled up the dunes.

Behind her, the beast writhed in fury.

—

At the crest of the hill, Syrine collapsed. The scale was clutched to her chest—hot and gleaming. Her palms were blistered. Her lungs screamed.

But she had done it.

As the sun began to sink behind the horizon, she staggered to her feet.

And standing at the edge of the sky, gilded in the light of his own making, was Apollo.

He had not spoken.

But he had watched.

[veeparkersstuff]

🏹Seokjin as Apollo🏹

☀️BTS as Greek Gods according to ChatGPT☀️

💛Like or reblog, don't repost pls💛

[cherrystar12]

If the seven were a bts member:

Annabeth Chase - RM

Percy Jackson - Jungkook

Piper McLean - Jimin

Leo Valdez - Jhope

Hazel Levesque - Suga

Frank Zhang - Jin

Jason Grace - V

[gard3nias]

Amor tam pulcher | KTH - masterlist

❁pairing: senior!taehyung x junior!oc (Italian education system)

❁description: Daphne moves from the city to the countryside; objectively, a downgrade, but, emotionally, an upgrade. From the urban chaos straight into his warm embrace

❁synopsis:

"Would you go on a date with me? "Yeah." She nodded. "I'd love to go on a date with you." Voice light and teasing. "Yeah?" His eyes widened slightly. "Yeah." "Oh, God. I thought you'd say no because-" "Why?" Then her voice dimmed, shy and hesitant. "I like you."

❁genre: romance, fluff, smut, angst

❁wc: 254.59k+

❁date: 30/03/2024

❁warning: mature content

❁notes: strangers-to-lovers, teen love story, lots of fluff, smut, senior!taehyung (taehyung is like super smart), junior!oc (academic weapon, she loves herself an excellent academic performance), a lil angst, taehyung is head over heels for oc, nature lovers (oc loves flowers, taehyung loves butterflies), countryside (looks like Italy because that is the only type of countryside I know and love), oc has a lovely family, taehyung has daddy issues, jimin and jungkook are taehyung's besties( they also have other two girls as best friends); oc has a girl best friend (childhood best friend) and three boys as best friends); oc is so fucking prettyyy, like girl pretty; cross-posted on wattpad and ao3

❁chapters (status - ongoing) ⇀ updates every Friday, midnight

latest — 06/06

❀ ❛prologue❜ - 1.52k

Rewriting the story of Daphne and Apollo ⇀ «A love that drives me crazy, a lovely crazy, a sexy crazy, an amazing crazy»

❀ 01 ❛love is all around❜ - 4.24k

On a chilly summer morning, a bouncy curly-haired sun rose up and shone above the flower

❀ 02 ❛ying yang❜ - 4.28k

Photosynthesis: the sun shines bright above the flower providing it with energy which will be transformed into nutrients

❀ 03 ❛the exploratory stage❜ - 5.48k

As the sun shines in its might, it brightens the way for a little flower to see over the horizon

❀ 04 ❛just like old times❜ - 6.70k

The bright rays of the sun show the way to the flower, introducing it to an innocent little bear, a ferret and a little wasp

❀ 05 ❛a monarch butterfly❜ - 4.17k

There, going back home, was an unusual combination of subjects: a cricket, a wing-man, a monarch butterfly, a little pika and a puppy

❀ 06 ❛venus❜ - 4.82k

Who could have ever thought that a flower could grow in space? Who? No one surely and yet... there it was, standing upright in its beauty

❀ 07 ❛a laurel❜ - 4.92k

He knew he wasn't meant to fly to space because he physically couldn't but this thought wouldn't stop him. Was he being pretentious? Trying to exceed his limits?

❀ 08 ❛fuck you!❜ - 6.10k

Normally, flowers are in people's gardens or on a bed of green grass so... what the hell is one singular one doing in the middle of the ocean. Does it know, does anyone know, that too much water will cause it harm... especially when the water is salty?

❀ 09 ❛en route❜ - 5.07k

With its six tiny feet into proper boots, a good protective shield over his wings and an astronaut helmet on, the monarch butterfly embarks on a life-threatening journey, one believed to be a one-way ticket travel

❀ 10 ❛who we are, what we do❜ - 6.01k

Flowers don't have eyes, yeah, and neither does a pika glow even during the day. The flower is used to seeing only the sun shine during the day. The little pika walking by is unusual.

❀ 11 ❛an overly ambitious hedonistic seductress❜ - 6.04k

Cleopatra is the modern definition of the term "femme fatale"; she's known for ruling in ancient Egypt but also for her relationship with Ceaser and Mark Antony

❀ 12 ❛the butterfly, the cricket and the wing-man❜ - 4.49k

A butterfly, a cricket and a wing-man all have wings somewhat. The first does fly, the second mostly leaps and the last doesn't fly unless the first two do.

❀ 13 ❛the Titanic❜ - 7.31k

Between the night of the 14th and the 15th, in 1912, one of the biggest ships of its time sank, going against the expectations but did it? At the time, there was a little competition between countries so when it sank it wasn't so surprising: something so big with very few resources would have never made it across the ocean.

❀ 14 ❛from five to ten❜ - 11.44k

Brighten the mood. Increase the energy. Make a downturned flower rise high and flunt its beautiful petals for others to see.

❀ 15 ❛bold, red and underlined❜ - 14.70k

“You know? That party I wanted to host at mine? You’re so invited. In fact, you’re the first one on my guest list and I’ll underline your name in red as in ‘in great and urgent need of pussy’—”

❀ 16 ❛«it's Daphne»❜ - 11.30k

A monarch butterfly sees a lot of flowers in its short span of life but never has this one, nor its ancestors, seen a flower as pretty as the one ahead. The flower was there, living beautifully in space.

❀ 17 ❛hesperiidae❜ - 6.41k

Right when the sun faded away and the dark clouds took over, the little butterfly's wings fluttered less as it lost hope until something caught his eye, a gleam slicing through the gloom and focusing on a flower.

❀ 18❛opposites attract❜ - 5.59k

Winter and the Wind of the West come to destroy but nothing can touch a flower when it's under a shelter, something that will prevent it from dying in the cold or losing its beautiful petals.

❀ 19 ❛peek-a-boo (boo boo)❜ - 5.66k

Things have been too unusual for this butterfly. Wasn't it trying to embark on an impossible journey? To space? How did it end up in a shiny sea? it's floating and his pupils are swelling. The beauty is indeed out of this world

❀ 20 ❛lifejacket❜ - 6.97k

The wings grew with each flutter. There was a glowing dot on the ocean and it was slowly fading out into the darkness so the butterfly cradled it and protected the leur

❀ 21 ❛monarch and blue morpho butterflies❜ - 4.13k

The weather was chilly and slightly windy. Despite the discomfort it caused everyone, the flower stood out like a thumb as it danced and waved with the soft patterns of the breeze. The butterfly couldn't do anything other than admire with widened orbs

❀ 22 ❛rosy cheeks❜ - 3.91k

Did it see it? Did the flower see the butterfly? Because the butterfly has already seen the flower. Had already memorised every curve, every line, and every dot that brought the flower to life.

❀ 23 ❛caramel macchiato❜ - 4.23k

There was no way he could ever get lost: one look at those eyes and he'd see all the constellations, the map leading him to Venus

❀ 24 ❛butterflies, flowers... and butterflies❜ - 6.03k

«I mean, it's also an evergreen plant like the Laurel but it doesn't sound as special. Lauri does though.»

❀ 25 ❛bittersweet❜ - 4.10k

There were seven lanes, each welcoming an athlete, for a total of seven athletes. Yet, as the contestants got ready for the lace, some chose to acknowledge the presence of only a few athletes, the ones they were marking. Their true competition.

❀ 26 ❛open stage❜ - 9.78k

Floating and hovering around his spaceship, the butterfly moved closer to the round window giving to the dark glittered expanse. There was Venus and standing proudly in its infinite beauty was the flower.

❀ 27 ❛approach, round out, flare❜ - 8.08k

Poor Cinderella. She cried and cried. Then a small woman appeared in a cloud. It was Cinderella’s fairy godmother. “Biddidi, bobbidi, noo!” sang the fairy godmother as she waved her magic wand, but she gasped, hand coming to cover her mouth in bewilderment. Cinderella had turned into a tomato!

❀ 28 ❛a lighthouse❜ - 6.47k

Water flowed through the clothes, the hair strands, and around the body as the flower held onto a wide piece of wood. The water was chilling, the night was silent, and the ambience was dark, but right through the blackness slid the rotating rays of a lighthouse. Blinking to adapt to the brightness, the flower called for help.

❀ 29 ❛sus or sos?❜ - 7.12k

The rotating and flashing lighthouse lights shone upon a cricket, which floated barely a foot away from the flower. Yet, as the butterfly came to rescue, it didn’t see it, leaving the cricket trying to swim for its life, screaming and choking on water.

❀ 30 ❛a coup d'état❜ - 5.95k

Standing on a tower, two neurons patrolled the area, binoculars to their eyes. Suddenly, they sighted something. They squinted their eyes despite the instrument in their hands and tried to make sense of what they saw. "Hey, send in the alarm. Prepare the defensive barrier. Do something. Hurry up!" As this one darted away, the other remained still, binoculars back to its eyes. Confusion bubbled in its head. What had happened for the heart to be heading towards the body's headquarters? And what was that army of hormones behind it?

❀ 31 ❛the sun on the horizon❜ - 10.75k

The butterfly had finally found the flower. After travelling across space, it landed on Venus, where a singular ethereal natural being stood erect in its almighty beauty. After the coup d’etat, the heart realised that the situation was bigger than expected. The heat rose up to every part of the body. Butterflies increased and with that the flutters of their wings, which fanned the fire, expanding instead of quenching it. Infatuation at its peak.

❀ 32 ❛the lily family❜ - 7.09k

A new member of the Liliaceae. “You like butterflies, and she’s named after a flower.”

❀ 33 ❛twinkle, twinkle little star!❜ - 12.75k

1905. Annus mirabilis. Three important elements: Einstein, the relativity of time, Planck, quantum mechanics, and Quantum entanglement.

❀ 34 ❛on the highway to Forever❜ - 11.76k

Livin' easy, lovin' free. No stop signs, speed limit. Hey, mumma, look at me. I'm on the way to the promised land.

❀ 35 ❛collywobbles❜ - 11.57k

Collywobbles: queasiness, intense nervousness… or butterflies in the stomach.

❀ 36 ❛the Daphne odora❜ - 7.65k

A pure white bed. Snow. Then a bundle of grace. Pink petals gathered into a flower. Green leaves held the masterpiece, all in a pure white bed of snow.

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... and there's more

❁pinterest board // my main

[hobeemin]

amygdala

genre: angst, fluff, smut, fantasy, romance, greek god au

pairing: hades!min yoongi x oc (persephone)

summary: while they met under the most unconventional circumstances, there seemed to be a spark bloom about which each was uncertain. what can the future hold for them?

rating: 18+

warning(s): swearing, mentions of an orgy, greek gods being over-excessive, jealousy, drinking, self-consciousness, mild depression

word count: 1.9k

credits: thank you to @okiedokrie for beta reading

banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

a/n: this is for @k-vanity summer event "A Midsummer Night's Dream"

prompt(s): love affair; "I’ve been alive for seven hundred years, and you’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met."; "Why are you falling for me?"

this is a prequel to dionysus and jamais vu, my own little hades and persephone universe. def more to come in the future 🌼

Why?

Why was he here?

He watched with bored scrutiny as his brothers mingled among the partygoers. Why had they talked him into this, he’d never know. 

He would have much preferred the solace of his home, his dogs by his side, and the comforting glow of the cooking channel. A faint frown creased his face as the raucous laughter filled the air. 

He needed alcohol. And tons of it.

Pushing himself off the wall, he made his way over to the bar. With some effort, he squeezed through, waving his hand to get the bartender’s attention. Just as he was about to order, someone slapped him on the back, making his knees buckle. Yoongi’s expression darkened as he turned to the culprit. The party host himself, Taehyung, stepped back with his boxy grin.

“Why the long face, Yoongs?”

“Trying to get a drink,” he mumbled.

“We gotta get you the good stuff,” his speech slightly slurred as he gestured to the vast array of drinks.

“I’m not trying to get fucked up like you,” Yoongi warned.

“I’m pretty sure no one can out-drink the God of Wine,” Taehyung teased.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as Taehyung ordered a bottle of Ambrosia, filling his cup to the brim. “Stop mopping around and go mingle. If your brothers can do it, so can you!”

“I wouldn’t call what they do mingling,” Yoongi muttered. 

Sure enough, Namjoon whispered to a giggling nymph–shocker–and Hoseok had two sprites in his lap. No doubt they’d be leaving soon, if not now. Figures the God of Thunder and the God of the Sea would abandon their brother in his time of need.

He glanced at his phone with a sigh. She wasn’t coming. He should have known he’d get stood up. It wasn’t like he and Minthe were “official”, but it would have been nice for her to attend the party with him. Secretly, he felt things were going downhill over the past year. She became distant, always having an excuse to reschedule a date.

Yoongi thanked Taehyung for the Ambrosia, sipping it slowly. It perked up his mood a bit as he walked around the party. People would attempt to bring him into a conversation, but he shied away, giving them a sheepish wave.

Instead, he walked into another part of the house, looking at the paintings and sculptures with interest. He had to give Taehyung credit for his collection. Of course, Athena and Apollo deserved their flowers, too. After all, he bought some of their pieces from them. Just as he entered another room, his eyes met bright ones…in a state of undress. She shrieked as he spun around, red blooming on his face.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry. I didn’t think anyone was in here!”

The voice that spoke almost put him in a daze. The melodic tone reminded him of wind chimes. She rambled on as she slipped on the white strapless dress.

“N-No, I should be apologizing! I spilled red wine on my dress…well, my friend's dress, and I couldn’t find the bathroom–gosh, why did I come here? I’m not supposed to be here! I can’t believe Artemis talked me into coming and her stupid brother, argh…my mother is gonna kill me!”

Tears began to form as she started to hiccup.

He turned to look at her, breathing a sigh of relief to see she was fully clothed. Her beauty enchanted him. Yoongi blinked as the haze dissipated, set his drink down, walked up to her, and pulled out a handkerchief.

“It’s going to be okay. The stain isn’t so bad.”

She took the handkerchief, mumbling out a thanks, and plopped down on the couch. “It’s a silly thing to cry over. I just…I don’t know, but I feel like I don’t belong here.”

He snorted, grabbed his drink, and sat beside her. “Don’t I know it?”

She glanced at him curiously. “What do you mean by that?”

Yoongi took a sip of his drink before answering. “I got dragged here by my brothers. Apparently, I've been sulking too much than normal.”

“It sounds like your brothers and my friend could be friends. I got dragged here by her, too. For her, it's because I don’t get out enough and only study.”

“What’s wrong with studying?”

“That’s what I said! I’d rather be in my garden or curled up on the couch,” she pouted.

Wow, she looked cute, pouting like that, he thought. Even the flowers in her hair seemed to move on their own. Fluttering their petals whenever she spoke, or her expression changed. He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’m missing my dogs right now.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You have pets?”

“Uh-huh,” he pulled his phone out, searching for a picture to share, “Too many to count. They’re my babies.”

She scooted closer to look at his phone screen. She let out a squeal as he flipped through the pictures. “That’s Cerberus. Don’t let him fool you; he’s the sweetest. That’s Holly…the brown one. He’s spoiled…well, they all are. And that lil furball, the black cat, is Pluto.”

“They are the cutest! I love animals. Never got to have pets growing up–mom wouldn’t allow it, but I love them.”

Yoongi smiled, putting his phone away. “Whose your mom? Have I met her before?”

She bit her lip, looking away from him. “Well–”

“Persephone!!”

Panic crossed her face at the sound of her name. Just then, a muscular man stumbled in with an equally attractive woman in tow. His face was completely red from the ambrosia, and he pointed at her before looking at the woman.

“See sis, I found her!”

The woman sighed in exasperation, walking over to her. “Persephone! Is this where you’ve been hiding the whole time?!”

I’ve been alive for seven hundred years, and you’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met, she thought to herself.

Persephone seemed to shrink away on the couch. “Hey, Artemis.”

“Don’t ‘hey Artemis’ me. I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I’ve been babysitting this dweeb for the past two hours!”

The man’s face twisted in annoyance. “Listen, no one told you to watch me.”

“I told you not to try to drink with Dionysus, Apollo.”

He sucked his teeth before settling his attention on Yoongi. “Uncle Hades!”

Yoongi’s lip slightly twisted as the God of the Sun lifted him in a bear hug. “I didn’t think a sourpuss like you would come to one of these!”

Persephone watched in wonder as he was lifted like a ragdoll. She tried not to snort at the expression on his face. He was anything but amused.

“Hello, Apollo, Yoongi is just fine.”

Once he was set down, he brushed his jacket with a frown. “I see you’re starting to take after your father.”

“Not too much, but that’s what everyone else says.”

“Uh-huh,” he glanced at Persephone with a tiny smile. “Nice meeting you, I’m gonna go find Namjoon and Hoseok.”

Stay. 

The thought crossed Persephone’s mind as she watched him walk away. There seemed to be an ache deep down. But why? Why did she want him to stay? 

Artemis poked her friend with a frown. “Earth to Sep. You in there?”

She shook her head. “Y-Yeah.”

“Let’s get you a drink. A real one this time.”

She let Artemis and Apollo lead her back to the bar. By now, things had taken a wild turn. People’s inhibitions were loosening more. Persephone stayed close to Artemis as she ordered them drinks. She tried looking for Yoongi in the crowd but couldn’t find him. So that was Hades. The big evil God of the Underworld, at least that is what her mother had been known to say.

”Stay away from those Olympic Gods!”

Persephone held back the urge to roll her eyes. Sure, Zeus and Poseidon had a less than savory reputation, but Hades…Yoongi didn’t seem like that. Artemis handed her a champagne flute and turned to observe the rest of the party.

”Are you alright?”

”How do you mean?”

”Yoongi didn’t try anything, did he?”

Persephone blinked at her in disbelief. “Why would he?”

Artemis shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “He is one of the big three; they got a reputation.”

”He’s different. I don’t think he’s like them,” Persephone thought aloud.

”Whatever. They’re all the same,” the Goddess of the Moon grumbled.

Persephone loved her best friend, but she didn’t get it. Artemis made a vow of chastity long ago, as did her mother, Demeter. While it had been an option for her, there had to be more to life than vows and rituals. She felt she was destined for something greater. It didn’t take long for her to be shaken from her thoughts as the host returned to the crowd.

Taehyung appeared, jumping on the bar. “I hope everyone is enjoying themselves! It's that time of the night when it's about to get nasty!”

The cheers grew louder as the young Goddesses watched everyone remove their clothing. 

“What the hell–”

The lights darkened as the music took a sensual tempo. People began pairing up all around the room. Persephone tried not to gasp, seeing what a particular nymph and Zeus were doing in the corner. Moans grew louder, making her discomfort grow. Naked bodies writhed around her. She backed out of the room, reaching out for Artemis until she got pushed backward. She almost cried out until someone caught her. The warmth of their hands radiated on her skin. She could barely make out who it was until she was led outside to the backyard.

She blinked a few times as the torches surrounding played tricks in the night.

“Y-Yoongi?”

He nodded, still holding her hand. Persephone glanced down at it, and he dropped it, as red covered his cheeks.

“Sorry. Are you alright?”

“I-I’m fine; just was not expecting all that.”

He chuckled nervously, pushing his hair back. “Yeah, I didn’t sign up for that.”

She returned a smile. “Same.”

He cleared his throat trying to grow the courage to ask her more questions, something about her. She wasn’t like her. Far from it. 

“So Persephone–”

“Sep!”

Fuck.

She turned away from him to see Artemis running towards her. She carried two coats and purses in her hand. “We’re leaving now! I’m gonna kill Taehyung for that! Wait until Athena and Hestia hear about it!”

She continued to fuss as Persephone gave Yoongi a look, making him snort. 

The Goddess of the Moon punched in a number angrily. “Damn, rideshare won’t be here for another ten minutes! I’m going up front. You coming?!”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll follow you out.”

“Better be. Bunch of horny, sweaty gods ruining a perfectly good party. Stupid orgies!”

As she stormed off, Persephone gave Yoongi a pout. “I guess I gotta go.”

“Oh, I understand. It’s crazy in there. Don’t want to get caught up in all that.”

“Agreed.”

The flowers in her hair closed slightly as her mood saddened. But why? Yoongi wished she could stay outside with him and talk all night, but it was selfish of him to think that. He didn’t deserve any happiness, and that wasn’t in his future.

“It was nice meeting you, Yoongi,” she whispered.

“You too, Persephone.”

“Maybe I’ll see you again,” she said, her eyes hopeful. 

Damn. What was happening to him? She seemed to have him under a spell.

Why are you falling for me? He wanted to ask.

“I–”

“Persephone! Hurry up!”

She winced, frowning at her friend’s voice. Glancing at Yoongi, she took a purplish flower from the ground and handed it to him. “It’s a pomelia. It kind of reminds me of you. It means kindness. You’re not like your brothers; you’re more than that.”

She squeezed his hand before running off in the direction Artemis called her in. Yoongi glanced down at the flower as a small smile appeared. 

[aphroditelovesu]

kinktober 2023 masterlist || disclaimer: will obviously contain nsfw content. be aware of this.

🎃˚˖੭ I love when you're submissive, love it when I break skin, you feel pain without flinchin', so say it...🎃˚˖੭

❝day one: vampire/bloody sex with Klaus Mikaelson❞

❝day two: praise kink with Apollo❞

❝day three: breeding kink with Alexander the Great❞

❝day four: daddy kink with Elijah Mikaelson❞

❝day five: degradation with Ares❞

❝day six: bondage with Aphrodite❞

❝day seven: somnophilia with Hypnos❞

❝day eight: threesome with Apollo and Eros❞

❝day nine: overstimulation with Damon Salvatore❞

❝day ten: voyeurism with Taehyung❞

❝day eleven: shadow play with Azriel❞

❝day twelve: exhibitionism with Dionysus❞

❝day thirteen: rough sex with Tom Riddle❞

❝day fourteen: romantic sex/making love with Eros❞

❝day fifteen: first time with Jungkook❞

❝day sixteen: wax play with Daenerys Targaryen❞

❝day seventeen: roleplay with Achilles❞

❝day eighteen: public sex with Hades❞

❝day nineteen: thigh riding with Sirius Black❞

❝day twenty: lactation kink with Robb Stark❞

❝day twenty-one: edging with Ares❞

❝day twenty-two: threesome with Achilles and Patroclus❞

❝day twenty-three: wing play with Lucifer Morningstar❞

❝day twenty-four: temperature play with Daenerys Targaryen❞

❝day twenty-five: dacryphilia with Jin❞

❝day twenty-six: wedding night with Apollo❞

❝day twenty-seven: size kink with Achilles❞

❝day twenty-eight: shower sex with Poseidon❞

❝day twenty-nine: cockwarming with Anakin Skywalker❞

❝day thirty: spanking with Eros❞

❝day thirty-one: non-con/dub-con elements with Apollo❞

🎃˚˖੭ Give me tough love, leave me with nothin' when I come down, my kinda love; push me and choke me till I pass out... 🎃˚˖੭

⤷ cited song: One Of The Girls - The Weeknd, Lily-Rose Depp and Jennie.❝

❝ 🎃 — 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒍: if you want to be tagged for future updates, comment or send a DM.

[winxanity-ii]

✦ 𝐏𝐒𝐀: 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✦

I love when people are excited about my work. I really do. The fact that someone wants to share a thought, headcanon, or random idea with me because they believe in my writing? That means the world.

That being said—I do not take full story or book-length requests. Especially not ones that come with deep plots, backstories, power systems, and expectations for credit or accuracy. That's not how I work, and I want to be honest with that upfront so no one feels misled.

Here's why:

• My creative process doesn't work like that.

I'm already juggling multiple storylines and characters in my head at all times. I don't write from blueprints—I write from sparks. Give me one sentence, one emotion, one moment—and I'll build a world around it. But I don't write based on outlines someone else gives me. Not because I don't appreciate the idea, but because that kind of story no longer feels like mine.

• I change things. Like… a lot.

If you give me a premise, I will twist it, flip it, and transform it until it's something else entirely. A perfect example is Godly Things. It started with a single line: "What if Apollo accidentally created his own self-fulfilling prophecy?" That was it. One idea. And now? It's evolved into a multi-layered, myth-based epic with politics, trauma, romance, and divine war. That's just how I create.

• There's a line between inspiration and expectation.

Sharing a cool headcanon or what-if scenario is fun. But sending full plots, expecting me to stay true to them, and asking for credit crosses into a territory that makes writing feel pressured—not joyful.

So let me make this clear for everyone:

I am not accepting book-length ideas or co-writing pitches.

One-shots, moodboards, or "what if..." suggestion?

Sure. That's fun.

But I will never write someone else's full story.

Please don't take this personally—it's not a jab at anyone. It's about protecting my creative energy and making sure the stories I tell feel true to me.

Thanks for understanding, and for always supporting the wild ideas that do come to life.

— Xani

EDIT [05/12/2025]:

I posted in ch.55 a/n but imma paste it here as well. but like i said above, in the PSA:

I promise, I didn't just wake up one day and write Godly Things fully formed. my first works on here were… HORRIBLE AS FUCK!! lololo:

(info before reading: this was a fic I made at 12 💀 after reading James Patterson 'Maximum Ride' series, it was named 'Windless' and since I was also obsessed with BTS at the time it/this was a fem!reader x Jungkook with hints of various)

Blurb:

00 |

⊱ ── ⊰

"Code red!"

"Code red!"

"Subject S-04 has escaped the premisses!!" A robotic voice says over the intercom, causing you to cover your ears due to the loudness.

"I repeat, subject S-04 has escaped the premisses!!" The voice screeches on the intercom.

Your heart thumps against your chest as you run down the white hallway.

Everywhere you turn, it seemed as if you started right back at step one. Each hallway identical to the last, with red alarms blazing above you.

"Get her! She couldn't have gone far!!!"

Hearing this, you push yourself father than you've ever did before.

You stop, pushing yourself against the wall as soon as you meet a dead end. Panic fills your entire being at the thought of getting caught.

Your heart races as the sound of thundering footsteps comes closer. Having no where to turn, you fall down onto your knees in a surrendering position, ready to give yourself up without a fight.

"Come on [Y/N]! Let's go!" A voice screams out, roughly grabbing you by the shoulder.

A breath of relief tumbles pass your trembling lips when your eyes land on your captor.

"Taehyung," You nearly cry out, so happy that he made it out safely.

His hard eyes soften just a little bit once it lands on you.

"Come on [Y/N] we don't have time to waste, we have to meet the others at the spot." He says, quickly pushing you up a flight of steps as the sounds of yells and gunshots fill the air.

Just as you turn around the corner, Taehyung nearly misses getting hit by an array of bullets.

"There's two of them on the twelfth floor! They're trying to get to the rooftop! Block off all possible exits!" One of the soldiers radio as soon as the both of you come into view.

"Roger that." A grumbled voice replies through the walkie talkies.

You shiver as a dangerously low growl pass through Taehyung's lips.

Your eyes grow large as his usually light brown, doe ones begins turning pitch black.

In a flash, he un-arms the group of soldiers, killing them execution style with their own weapons, without a single remorse.

"All exits closed. Backup is being sent to the twelfth floor to detain fugitives." A disoriented voice crackles out through the device on one of the soldier's body.

The heavy footsteps of Army boots echoes against the walls the longer the both if you stay in place.

"Let's go." Taehyung spits out, walking through the pile of dead bodies as if they were nothing.

The two of you continue your journey towards the rooftop. Just as you reach the door, a series of loaded guns stops you in your tracks.

"Put your hands on top of your head, and freeze." A soldiers orders, surrounding the both of you in red dots.

Shaking, you do exactly as they say, only to tense up once you notice Taehyung not.

"I said get on your knees with your hands behind your head." The soldier spits out, fed up with Taehyung's resistance.

"I'm not about to do shit." Taehyung lazily says, as if he didn't have multiple guns pointed at him all at once.

"If you don't do what I have ordered in the next ten minutes, you will be shot." The soldier yells, spit flying out of his mouth, angry at Taehyung's resistance.

When Taehyung refuses to do what was told one of the men shots a stray bullet your way, scarily missing your head. A whimper falls from your lips as it skims past your ear, grazing it.

"I said drop onto your motherfucking knees, or your friend gets one right through her fucking head." The soldier yells out, sure enough moving the laser right between your eyebrows, directly on your forehead.

A low, inaudible growl pass between Taehyung's lips.

Taehyung slowly moves and drops onto his knees, hands behind his head

"When I say go, I need you to go through the window that's to the left of the guards." Taehyung mumbles to you underneath your breath.

Wide-eyed, you look over only to see that there was indeed a window.

"B-but what about you?" You ask him, tears beginning to cloud your vision.

"Don't worry about me [Y/N]. My only priority is getting you out of here and to Jungkook in one piece." Taehyung mumbles out as the soldiers creep closer and closer.

"Now when the time comes. You need to do exactly what I told you [Y/N]. Do you understand?" Taehyung asks, his eyes turning pitch black once again.

You fail to answer, wanting nothing more then to just jump into his arms and never let go.

"Do you understand?" Taehyung growls out when he doesn't receive and answer.

"Y-yes." You say bowing your head in defeat.

"Good." And that was all he said before all hell broke lose.

As soon as the first guards came close enough to reach you, Taehyung breaks his neck in seconds. The rest of the guards still in shock, not expecting it to happen.

"[Y/N]! Run!" Taehyung screams, breaking the trance everyone was in. A second later, bullets fly everywhere as you bound towards the window.

Just as you bust through the glass, you take one more look behind you, and your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you do.

Taehyung fighting off the throng of soldiers that's surrounding him. One stab him in the shoulder with a silver knife, but he rips out his throat with his bear-hands as if he was nothing.

Taehyung makes eye-contact with you for a split second, making it his downfall. Taehyung eyes widen once he realized his mistake of getting off track, but it's too late because a solider behind him stabs him in the neck with a needle.

A tear fall down your face as he stumbles around, unable to fight off the remaining soldiers tackling him to the ground. Shots ring out just as you throw yourself through the glass window.

You shelter your face. For a moment you feel at peace as your body falls down towards Earth.

Your wide, black wings rip out from beneath your back just as you're about to hit concrete ground, lifting you up into the air.

With a small smile on your face, you welcome them back as the wind whizzes through your wings, ruffling up your feathers in a way that brings comfort.

You fly into the night sky, the only thing on your mind is reaching Jungkook and the rest of your family.

Ahhhhhh!!! Y'all don't bully me too hard fr. I swear I was literally convulsing in my bed from secondhand embarrassment 😭😭 but yeah this was baby-writer me in all her chaotic glory. and the only reason I didn't continue past chapter 7 (which is a mess, like genuinely what was I doing 😭) is because I hadn't figured out how to manage my writing energy yet. I burnt myself out. BUT. even now, I still love it. It was my first real attempt—and though it's so fucking horrible and cringey to me now, I love how far I've come since then. anyways, I subjected y'all to that little time capsule of horror just to say: we ALL start somewhere. reading has always been my obsession—it was my comfort, my escape, my main fixation for years. writing came later, and when I finally gave it a try, I quickly realized I wasn't some natural-born prodigy or anything 💀. I wasn't the best, not by a long shot. but it was something. It was mine. and that was enough to keep going. so if you've got something in your head or heart—even if it feels messy or unworthy—just start. because the truth is, nobody writes a masterpiece on their first try. what matters is that you begin. that you make something that's yours. 💗

[calstrato]

BTS as Greek Deities !

(Don’t take this seriously Im just feeling silly)

Seokionysus / Dionyjin Nameus Hagi / Yoonades Helioseok Jiminolus / Hermin Hestae Arekoo / Junkratos

Seokjin is Dionysus Why? -I think it makes sense. And I want to draw Jin holding wine glasses a lot more ,,,, Seokjin has golden irises that reflects the sunlight

Namjoon is Coeus Why? -Coeus was the Titan of Intelligence, so. Also I think pairing joon as Athena is overrated. Namjoon has sapphire indigo irises. Yknw like the one colour theme from his solo album,,

Yoongi is hypnos and hades Why? -Always portrayed as the “bad guy” but actually is good. Hades is also the king of the underworld,, a king,, it makes sense. Yoongi has pure void eyes with occasional star like twinkles swimming around.

Hoseok  is apollo or helios and elpis Why? -Apollo, bc God of poetry. And it’s cool to think Hoseok wielding a bow. Helios, bc duh, personified sun. And Elpis, bc she’s the embodiment of hope. Hoseok’s eyes are pure white and they glow.

Jimin is hermes or aeolus (both actually) Why? -Both air related. We always call mimi a fairy, and what do fairies do? FLY. And also i think wings on the ankle design r quite cool. Jimin has one grey eye that glazed, which made him look half blind but actually hes not. Jimins other eye is dark. idk what colour yet tho, just darker. maybe a darker shade of grey like a stormcloud’s?

Taehyung is hestia Why? -He’s the embodiment of comfort and cozy, she’s the Greek goddess of the hearth, home and fire.  Taehyung has deep hazel irises, not different from his real ones

Jungkook is ares (and also kratos) Why? -…I just want to draw jungkook wielding a spear tbh.  Jungkook has deep red/amber eyes that seemed fiery.

Again don’t take this seriously, just for fun :3 This is what my 2am thoughts consists of.

While you’re here, why not look at this Seokionysus art I did

[lovelymaryj-recs]

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Assassination Classroom | Anatsu Kyoushitsu (ASSCLASS)

Akabane Karma

Avatar: The Last Airbender (ATLA)

Zuko

Avatar: The Legend of Korra (LOK)

Mako

Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, The (TBOSAS) | The Hunger Games (THG)

Coriolanus Snow

Black Butler | Kuroshitsuji (BB)

Alois Trancy Ciel Phantomhive Sebastian Michaelis

BTS

Kim Namjoon Kim Seokjin Min Yoongi Jung Hoseok Park Jimin Kim Taehyung Jeon Jungkook

Bungou Stray Dogs (BSD)

Dazai Osamu

DC

Batfamily & Batsis Bruce Wayne Damian Wayne Damian Wayne / Mar'i Grayson (Demonfire) Dick Grayson Dick Grayson / Koriand'r (Robstar | Dickkory) Jason Todd Kaldur'ahm Kyle Rayner Roy Harper

Death is the Only Ending for a Villainess | Villains are Destined to Die

Penelope Eckhart | Cha Siyeon / Callisto Regulus (Calliope)

Folk of the Air, The (TFOTA)

Jude Duarte / Cardan Greenbriar (Jurdan)

Genshin Impact (GI)

Diluc Ragnvindr

Haikyuu!!

Akaashi Keiji Bokuto Koutarou Hinata Shouyou Hoshiumu Kourai Iwaizumi Hajime Kozume Kenma Kuroo Tetsurou Meian Shuugo Miya Atsumu Miya Osamu Oikawa Tooru Sakusa Kiyoomi Sawamura Daichi Sugawara Koushi Suna Rintarou Tsukishima Kei Ushijima Wakatoshi

Harry Potter (HP) | Marauders

Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy / Hermione Granger (Dramione) Female Harry Potter / Draco Malfoy (Drarry) James Potter James Potter / Female Regulus Black (Jegulus) Regulus Black Remus Lupin Sirius Black

Harry Potter: Magic Awakened (HPMA)

Daniel Page

Hogwarts Legacy (HPHL)

Ominis Gaunt Sebastian Sallow

Honkai: Star Rail (HSR)

Dan Heng / Stelle (Danstelle)

How to Train You Dragon (HTTYD)

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK)

Fushiguro Megumi Fushiguro Toji Getou Suguru Gojo Satoru Ieiri Shoko Itadori Yuuji Kugisaki Nobara Kamo Chousou Nanami Kento Ryoumen Sukuna

Little Women

Theodore "Laurie" Laurence

Love and Deepspace (LADS)

Sylus Xavier Zayne

Marvel | Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Bucky Barnes Loki Peter Parker

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir (MLB)

Adrien Agreste

My Hero Academia | Boku no Hero Academia (MHA | BNHA)

Amajiki Tamaki Bakugou Katsuki Shinsou Hitoshi Takami Keigo Todoroki Shouto Todoroki Touya | Dabi

Night Manager, The

Jonathan Pine

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (PJO) | Riordanverse | Heroes of Olympus (HOO)

Apollo / Female Percy Jackson (Perpollo) Female Percy Jackson Percy Jackson

Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (PGSM) | Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon (BSSM)

Chiba Mamoru / Tsukino Usagi (Usamamo)

Shadowhunter Chronicles, The (TSC)

Jem Carstairs / Tessa Gray (Jessa) Jem Carstairs / Tessa Gray / Will Herondale (Herongraystairs) Tessa Gray / Will Herondale (Wessa)

SPY x FAMILY (SXF)

Loid Forger | Twilight / Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess (Twiyor)

Tears of Themis (TOT)

Artem Wing Luke Pearce Marius von Hagen Vyn Richter

Tokyo Revengers (TOKREV)

Akashi Takeomi Haitani Ran Haitani Rindou Hanemiya Kazutora Kakuchou Kokonoi Hajime Sano "Mikey" Manjirou Sanzu Haruchiyo

TOMORROW X TOGETHER (TXT)

Choi Yeonjun

Twisted Wonderland (TWST)

Ace Trappola Azul Ashengrotto Cater Diamond Deuce Spade Epel Felmier Floyd Leech Idia Shroud Jack Howl Jade Leech Jamil Viper Kalim Al-Asim Leona Kingscholar Lilia Vanrouge Malleus Draconia Riddle Rosehearts Rook Hunt Ruggie Bucchi Sebek Zigvolt Silver Trey Clover Vil Schoenheit

Umbrella Academy, The (TUA)

Five Hargreeves

Wonka

Willy Wonka

There are more fics of certain fandoms and there are more fics of certain characters. Nonetheless, as long as they're listed above, there's at least one (1) fanfiction of them in here somewhere.

Happy reading! <3

[hxseok-honee]

Hobi - Apollo (duh) , Jimin - Hades or Dionysus (drinks and makes us all crazy) , Namjoon - Athena (smart man!!) , Yoongi - Hypnos (sleep) or Athena (just knows a lot about a lot) , Taehyung - Aphrodite (pretty man) or Dionysus (unique and also theatre) , Jin - Hebe (youth!! Man’s doesn’t age!!!) , Jungkook - Hermes (athletic, Jack of all trades)

oooooh vERY INTERESTING-

i would also like to put forth:

yoongi - melinoë (ghosts)

jin - zeus

jungkook - poseidon

[wearebulletproof713]

BTS as Percy Jackson Characters

Jin: The one and only Apollo

Worldwide Handsome + God of being handsome= Jinpollo Boom!

Namjoon: Frank Zhang

Clumsy and big guy... yeah, that's Namjoon

Yoongi: Nico di Angelo

Shady, moody, doesn't like to express his feelings. SOPE and Solangelo. Chemical reactions.

Hoseok: Will Solstice (Dunno how to spell his last name)

Funny, cheerful guy, Will and Hoseok are matches. Will's dad is Apollo, the god of sunshine and stuff.

Jimin: One of the many sons of Aphrodite

Flirty, a romantic, and has a temper when angry. That's literally Aphrodite, except the male counterpart.

Taehyung: Leo Valdez

Funny, energetic, and 4D. Definitely Tae and Leo.

Jungkook: Percy Jackson

Strong, brave, loyal, yet still a prankster. Ahh, perfection. Jungpercy or Perkook. You choose.

(P.S I write BTS reactions, so ask please!)

[letthemkook]

a = angst welcome to the kitchen! updates are at my

f = fluff leisure. i am currently taking requests

s = smut submissions are always welcome :)

‪‪❤︎‬ = my personal favs

Disclaimer: Dubious consent is the furthest i will go and although sometimes hesitant MC is always of age and consenting.

Kim Seokjin ✮˚.⋆. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Glass Garden: Everyone says Kim Seokjin is perfect. Perfect smile. Perfect manners. Perfect lies. But perfection is just another kind of prison—one with roses at the gate and your name etched on the key. YANDERE! s, a

The Pantheon Series:

INFERAEL

You cursed the heavens, and the heavens sent him. Apollo descends — golden, wrathful, and obsessed— to claim the girl who dared defy the sun. In your grief, you become his divine fixation… and his inevitable possession. s, a YANDERE! (On-Going)

The Five Labors

Sun Spoken

Min Yoongi　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚

Unsaid Yoongi: In the quiet between texts, in the space between almost and enough, you built a love story out of crumbs he didn’t know he was leaving. a

The Pantheon Series:

TENEBRIS:

As Above So Below: Promised to a man she did not love, she whispered a prayer in the dark. Hades answered, not with rescue—but with a ring. Now bound to the god beneath the earth, her freedom lies beyond shadowed rites, but Hades holds his chosen as the night cradles stars. a, s YANDERE! (On-Going)

Kim Namjoon ₊˚⊹☆

‪‪❤︎‬ The Dance of the Harlequin: When love forgets how to stay, the wound is not in the leaving — it’s in the echo of every return. a ‪‪

Acantha: You are Kim Namjoon’s little rose. Even if you don’t want to be. s , a YANDERE!

The Pantheon Series:

KERAUNOS

The first Hyms of Calliope: She sings for joy, not praise. For children, not kings. But Zeus hears her. Watches her. Wants her. He will show her— To be loved by a god is to be claimed by a storm. s, a YANDERE! (On-Going)

Jung Hoseok . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Peaches & Woes: All you wanted was quiet mornings in your garden—until Jung Hoseok moved in next door and turned your peace into chaos, one stolen peach at a time. f

The Pantheon Series:

PEREGRINE:

The Flight of the Stag: They called you a prodigy of the woods — sharp-eyed, steel-hearted, faster than even the wolves. And he is the silent god cloaked in silver light, who watches you from the dark pines with a bow at his back and blood on his palms. a,s YANDERE! (On-Going)

Park Jimin ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚

Rug Burn: Park Jimin is the vein for your existence. He’s also your partner for a class project. a (slight)

‪‪❤︎‬ Heirloom of a Hoax: You fake being your twin to join the boys’ team. The catch? Park Jimin—your hot, clueless roommate. f

The Pantheon Series:

AMORENT:

Of Honey and Hemlock: He heard her song in the forest and followed, unseen. She sang for no one, yet he listened like it was a prayer. Eros does not fall — he chooses. And once chosen, she would never be free of him. a, s YANDERE! (On-Going)

Kim Taehyung ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ °⭒˚｡⋆

Upon Each Morning: Y/N forgets everything at midnight. Taehyung remembers enough for the both of them. a, f

Hushed Reliquary: You were born deaf, mute, and endlessly kind. Taehyung was loud, cruel, and too popular to care. a, f

❤︎‬ Soulstitch: He promised to protect you when the world fell apart. And he kept that promise. Quietly , completely, piece by piece. a (you will cry)

The Pantheon Series

THALARIAN:

The Lighthouse Girl: You were born with salt in your veins and wind in your hair, a lighthouse girl cradled by tides and raised by the hush of waves—unaware that from the depths, a god with storm-eyes watched you grow, and claimed you long before you knew what it meant to be wanted. a, s YANDERE! (On-Going)

Jeon Jungkook ִ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

Terms & Conditions: You are not in love with Jeon Jungkook. He's always been a side character in your life. The one guy who's always there, regardless of how painfully obvious he is, you've never caught a clue. That is until a certain wager changes everything. f

Top of The Class: He’s top of the class. Star athlete, perfect scores, everyone’s favorite golden boy. And you? You’re the only one who’s ever dared to challenge him. Now it’s war—or something dangerously close to love. a,f

The Labyrinth You spoke the wrong words and opened the wrong door. Now you’re trapped in his world, and the Goblin King has no intention of letting you go. a,f (On-Going)

‪‪❤︎‬ Florally Yours, Dr. Doom: She’s building a death ray. He brought her flowers. This wasn’t supposed to be a love story. f

‪‪❤︎‬ Vigil | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4: He’s the heir. You’re the help. You were taught to serve. Jungkook was never taught limits. Now he wants you—and he doesn’t plan to ask twice. a, s YANDERE! (On-Going)

The Pantheon Series

INCARDANINE

When the God of War sets his eyes on a mortal sworn to another, the battlefield is no longer land or sea—but her body, her vow, and how long she can withstand his obsession. a, s YANDERE! (On-Going)

Plight of the War God

The Flame and the Laurel

[besamehyuka]

If I’m To Blame Chapter 4: Y/N

INTRODUCTION

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“Shit!” You awake to Jungkook’s ragged breathing, he was awake his eyes red with agony and pain as he shot upwards, taking in what he had done. As he looked over at you, his eyes widened with acknowledgement. “Why didn’t you push me off?” He declares, almost as if it’s your fault. 

Like it’s your fault you didn’t want your night to cease. Like the over whelming pain and beating your  chest weren’t for him. Like you were nothing to him. He glances at his phone. 

2:30 AM. 

“Fucking hell.” He states, rubbing at his eyes and for a moment he isn’t sure if he should stay. He just sits back once again, back resting against the wooden head board as he says nothing.

“Jungkook.” You start to say, but before you can say anything he says it. The words coming out as sharp piercing knifes, twisting and writhing in pain. Daring to slice at your throat, to gut you, to torment you all the days of your life.

“This was a mistake.” With that he gets up, quickly gets dressed, grabs his belongings and races out the door. Just as quickly as it had happened, he vanished. 

Out of your world, the only love you’ve come to known, had walked out of the door. 

“You’ve finally came to me!” Jin said with a toothy grin as he pulled off the brick wall, where had been leaned up against, reading a book, probably a sappy love story, but you hadn’t cared. 

“Where do I find Aphrodite?” You demanded, and surely that shocked him, because well, the look from his face gave it away. His only response was to play it cool and dust off his back side.

“So, you want to see Aphrodite?” His jaw slacked and for a moment his eyes flicked from brown to amber in a quick heated movement, almost as if to warn you of something, but said nothing. 

“Yes.” You confirmed. “Yes I do.”

“I can take you.” He stated, that creepy smile he gave you once he set foot in your house that other day, asking so many questions you didn’t have the answer for.

“I prefer you don’t.” You responded truthfully. “Don’t you have a messenger or someone who can come escort me?”

He scoffed, leaning closer to my ear. “Why do you have so much trust with my brother and not me? I must say I am jealous.” 

My eyes widened. Brother? Aphrodite was a male? In what world was she living in?

“Oh, that’s right. The heartless little bum, could care less about your kind. He’s not interested in humans.” 

Not a whole lie, and Jin knew that. He could still hold his reputation as being truthful, he wasn’t usually the one to lie. He wasn’t a liar. But Kai was getting on his nerves, and he needed something, anything to take the edge off. 

“I’m sure he’s better than you.” You demanded, stepping away from Jin, only to find him smiling.

“You really are a wonder girl. You know that? Sure i’ll get my escort to take you to him. But if he turns you away, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Apollo, or Hoseok as he liked to be called,  was stunning, he was bright and just raging about a new song he had been dancing to. About how, Jimin, or more formally, Dionysus had been messing up the choreo. He kept telling you about the way Jimin’s body just didn’t fit this one and how Jimin didn’t listen to anything Hoseok had said.

“Sounds like a trouble maker.” You giggled, feeling yourself relaxed in his aura of sunshine and humorous glamour. He nodded. 

“Him and Taehyung, which is Hermes are actually really close friends. They make jokes and sometimes shoot arrows at me.” He chuckles, nearing a grand palace, parking his chariot elegantly. 

You nodded and listened to every word as he stopped. “Aphrodite is in there.” He pointed to a grand temple, filled with columns all aligned with hearts and decorations. 

You felt your heart sink, neither feeling love or passion. “Thank you Apollo.” You said again, and he shook his head.

“No no, my dear child. Don’t call me that. I am Hoseok.” He said, pain in his voice. “Your mother...” He looked down, realizing, he shouldn’t have said that, he shouldn’t have said that at all.

“My mother?” You asked. “What do you know about her?” You pleaded, you demanded, you wanted to know. You needed to know!

“You’ll find out.” He said as a broad figure stepped in-front of you, his relaxed and calm figure stared upon yours. And it hit you, you were repulsed. You were disgusted. Instead of feeling lust and loath, you felt annoyance.

In-front of you stood the one and only Aphrodite.

[nishloves]

So we have:

S.Coups: son of Zeus

Jeonghan and Joshua: sons of Aphrodite (and maybe legacy of Persephone for Joshua)

Jun: son of Eros

Soonyoung: son of Ares, legacy of Poseidon

Wonwoo: son of Athena

Woozi: son of Euterpe, legacy of Hades

DK: son of Apollo

Minghao: son of Poseidon

Mingyu: son of Hephaestus

Seungkwan: TBD

Vernon: son of dionysus (idk why I feel like it fits tho)

Chan: son of Nike (maybe??)

Jungkook: son of Nemesis

Taehyung: son of Hecate

Jimin: son of Apollo

Namjoon, J-Hope, and Seokjin: TBD

Suga: son of Hades, legacy of Hypnos

Bang Chan: son of Hermes

Felix: son of Mercury, legacy of Venus

Minho, Jisung, Seungmin, Changing, Hyunjin, Jeongin: TBD

Jennie, Jisoo: TBD

Rosè: daughter of Persephone

Lisa: daughter of Nike, legacy of Apollo

Who do we have for godly parents for the TBDs?

definitely Hermes for seungkwan??? He's just so versatile??? Namjoon as son of Athena? Jin for Aphrodite too and hope for Dionysus/Apollo/hebe?? (Hebe maybe!)

Im not too familiar with skz but I love changbin and bangchan. (That's all I have to say)

Jennie for tyche maybe? And jisoo for demeter?? (I was gonna say Aphrodite but somehow write Demeter?)

[miragehq]

mwm???

yes, of course! let's see here... oh sehun, cha eunwoo, park jimin, des.qua, kim taehyung, keith powers, xu minghao, gage gomez, jalen noble, romeo centeno, deaven booker, kim jongin, zarruecos, evan mock, jeon jungkook, lee juyeon, park chanyeol, fai khadra, benji colson, seosamsan, omar apollo, wonwoo, curlyfrysfeed, michael cimino, wy.an... and that's just scratching the surface of all the wonderful available fc's!

[clashent]

omg i’m obsessed with this. you should totally do mw that's specific to each band. please 🥺

alrighty brace yourself because this is going to be so long, me thinks... gonna put it under a read more just in case !

4U: apj.bella, steph hui, bbyambi, cindy kimberly, huh yunjin, kim chaewon, jihoon, saudiahb, meret manon, iffat.marash, mishti,rahman, emilia.nia, jennie kim, minatozaki sana.

lucid: im changkyun, cylus sandoval, deaven booker, evan mock, lee juyeon, kim mingyu, babynezza, iamsamiira, lame cobain, lizeth selene, maria isabel.

suddenly found: kim taehyung, brent manalo, evan mock, des.qua, mark lee, xu minghao, siiiido, byun baekhyun, jung jaehyun, benji colson,

vi (vox inferni): loren, jeon jungkook, beabadobee, bmarkhaa, bibi, park jihyo, curlyfrysfeed.

dirty tongue: khalil beth, wy.an, matteo sinett, yoon keeho, omar apollo.

as if: kiannanaomi, beabadoobee, irislovesunicorns, iamkimey_, ssmirii, tiaynnaa, eyesrodgers, rosé, hirai momo, ange jose, salem mitchell, bunnyprincessa.