#goddess jennie

[luxora]

Blackpink -> {Goddess AU} -> Meeting their demigod child

Requested: No

Group: Blackpink

Genre: Fluff.

Jisoo

There was hardly anything that could instill fear in a god since they are the most powerful beings in the world, or rather, through all the combined worlds and universes. They were capable of taking out mortal civilizations with nothing more than a flick of the finger or a gust of air, mortals unable to fight against them simply because of their lack of power in comparison to the gods.

Jisoo was a goddess worth being feared of, mostly due to her disdain for mortals. While she was known as being a very reclusive goddess, her power was not to be underestimated, especially when she believed that you have committed a wrongful act in her realm. She was responsible for everything connected to nature; therefore, she perceived anything that tended to try destroy it being an enemy; human mortals being the primary enemy in her realm.

And yet despite her obvious disdain for humans, she fell in love with one, and to make matters worse (or better), she had conceived a child with them.

Jisoo was at a loss of what to do. While she has obviously seen offspring being produced between two mates, human and nonhuman, Jisoo never perceived herself as being one of the gods or goddess that decidedly fall in love with a mortal due to the obvious difference in power. In all, honestly, it never was supposed to happen and yet it did, and Jisoo had to endure nine months of pregnancy until you finally gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.

A demigod baby girl, to be more exact.

Jisoo didn’t quite know what to do, she was hardly the motherly types, especially since her reputation precedes her as a cold goddess with a hatred for humans. And yet here she sat on a bed, you in it as you cradled the newborn babe in your arms, a tired smile on your face as you gently hummed a tune which was foreign to Jisoo but familiar to you. Jisoo just watched in silence, her dark eyes fixed on the blanketed figure on your arms until your finally raised your head to look at her.

“Do you want to hold her?” You asked, stunning Jisoo with the question.

“Oh...I...I couldn’t.” She refused, shaking her head as she glanced back down at the sleeping babe in your arms. But you were not accepting her answer.

“Come sit next to me.” You said, shuffling in the bed to provide a sitting space for her next to you. Jisoo obeyed immediately, slowly moving from her seat on the foot of the bed to sit next to you, her back pressed against the headboard. You then began to move the babe towards her, and embarrassingly, Jisoo panicked.

“Y/N, it is not a good idea!’

“Jisoo, she is your daughter. Hold her. She isn’t going to bite.”

The goddess floundered at the statement, it not quite sinking in that she was a mother, especially to a demigod child. She recalled once in the past that she stated to all of her siblings and fellow gods and goddesses that she never intends to become romantically involved with a mortal, much less have a child with one. But it seemed that she went back on her word as she found herself nervously cradling a baby, its head pressed against her chest as it continued to slumber.

“...”

Jisoo couldn’t help but stare down at the babe in memorization. Despite it being born a few hours ago, she could already see features that belonged to both herself and you. The babe had her black hair, dark as a Winter’s night during the full moon, as well as her perfectly angular nose, while from your side, the babe had your adorable cheeks, slightly red and plump, almost charming her to give them a soft squeeze. The babe was so tiny in her arms, and yet was not light. Jisoo felt her arm sinking at it supported the babe’s weight, its head nested in her elbow.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” You cooed, resting your head on Jisoo’s shoulder as you smiled down at the babe in Jisoo’s arms. The goddess couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

“She the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Jisoo confessed, gingerly moving her other arm to slowly trail a finger tip along that adorable cheek that was calling for her to pinch it. She instead gently poked it, reveling in its supple skin. She felt you press a kiss to her cheek.

“She’s our daughter Jisoo.” You breathed, returning your head to its previous position on her shoulder. Jisoo nodded again.

“Yes...”

Jisoo was a mother, a mother and partner to a pair of humans. It was you who truly desired a child from Jisoo, and despite her previous misconceptions regarding mortals and their continuous need of expanding their numbers, she gave in to your desire and now she had a daughter in her hands. A daughter which was the mixed creation of a goddess and a human. Despite the newness of the whole situation, a span of warmth filled Jisoo until she could feel nothing else but the one emotion that entered the realm of her younger sister.

“I love her.” Jisoo confessed, which in turn made you smile as she gently brought your hand to your daughter’s head, gently stroking its black locks as it continued to sleep.

“I love her too. Thank you for giving her to me.”

“No.” Jisoo suddenly said, turning around to look at your confused eyes, shaking her head gently before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, whispering against them as she uttered the words ingrained in her heart. “Thank you for asking for her.”

Jennie

Jennie was quite used to figuring out the unusual and discovering the solutions to all problems, hence her title as the goddess of wisdom; therefore, nerves was not a concept she had a firm grasp on. But it was all that Jennie could feel as she appeared in the middle of her temple, like all the times she had before, only this time there was more than just you that she was meeting. There was no one to greet her as she arrived, but she heard movements at the front of the temple, so she slowly walked down the steps and head in the direction of the temple entrance, the movements becoming more prominent until she finally heard the tinkling laugh of a young girl.

Suddenly her heart was in her throat.

Jennie slowly stepped out from the shadows of her temple to see a beautiful girl with chocolate brown locks dancing about on the pathway that led to her temple, small arms reaching above her head as she attempted to catch the fireflies that were flying about in the night sky. Jennie couldn’t help but become transfixed at the sight of the girl, a familiar gummy smile on her face as she giggled at the glowing bugs as she continued to try catch them but to no avail. However, despite the lack of success, she continued to try catch one, a slightly determined glint in her eye as she continued running about which was also very familiar to the goddess.

Movement from the side caught Jennie’s attention, causing her to turn and lock eyes with the very same eyes that were reflected on the little girl’s face, the crooked smile that sent her heart asunder flashed in her direction as its owner stepped towards Jennie, hand reached out to the little girl.

“Ana love, our guest has arrived.”

The little girl immediately turned to you before looking at Jennie, a stunned look on her face as she took  in Jennie’s ethereal beauty before flashing her a gummy smile, hurrying over to Jennie before you could say or do anything to stop her. Jennie couldn’t help but immediately kneel down at the girl’s small height, a soft smile on her face as she allowed the girl to invade her space.

“Mama?” She asked, eyes filled with wonderment as she continued to stare at Jennie with memorization.

The very sound of the title sent Jennie’s chest into a flourish of butterflies, filling her up with so much warmth. Jennie nodded and flashed her signature gummy smile at the little girl before holding out her hand to her, the girl’s small hand immediately placing itself in Jennie’s larger one, allowing the goddess to enclose her hand with her own.

“Yes little one, it’s so lovely to finally meet you.”

An adorable squeal left Ana’s lips before she all but dived into Jennie, wrapping her arms around her neck as she squeezed her tightly, Jennie’s arms immediately wrapping around her waist in a tight hug, her own nose nuzzled into Ana’s neck as she rebelled in the first hug given to her by her very own daughter.

“Mama...mama...” Ana continued to whisper, nuzzling her own nose into Jennie’s hair, inhaling her natural scent of roses and vanilla.

Footsteps caught Jennie’s attention once again, prompting her to lift her head away from Ana’s neck to look at you walking closer to them, your signature smile on your face as you took in the sight of the two of them finally meeting one another. Jennie stood up from her kneeling position with Ana in tow, her arms still tightly wrapped around the little girl while she wrapped her legs around Jennie’s abdomen so that she would not fall. Jennie smiled softly as you once you eventually reached them.

“You came.” You smiled back.

“Of course, Ana has been wanting to meet you for so long.”

Guilt flashed through Jennie as she glanced at the back of Ana’s head before looking back at you, her grip on Ana tightening ever so slightly.

“I would have come sooner if-”

“Jennie, it’s okay. I understand.”

“But I-”

“You gave me your blessing remember? No harm will come to us when I know you are watching over us. I know it isn’t easy, but we will make it work.”

“I...She...is not going to have an easy life Y/N. A demigod...there are so many dangers that are posed on her.”

“Well, its a good thing that you’re her mother, because she will certainly know how to protect herself since she is a lot more like you than me.”

Jennie chuckled at your words and shook her head, stepping towards you and leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to your lips, pulling away from a few seconds for leaning in for a more fiery one, one hand removing itself from Ana to cradle the side of your neck, keeping you in place as she took her fill of you after being separated for a long while.

“I dare to disagree. I see you in her.”

“Looks and personality are two different things, my goddess.”

Your name for her sent another flurry of butterflies within Jennie, causing her to pull you in for another kiss before leaning away to press her forehead against yours.

“Not to me. You both are perfect.”

“Mama?” Ana’s voice called out, prompting Jennie to pull away from you to give her daughter her undivided attention, smiling serenely at her as she pulled back from her spot at her hair to look at the goddess with wide eyes.

“Yes little one?”

“Are you going to stay with us?”

Jennie glanced over at you before locking eyes with her daughter, a soft smile in place as she nodded and leaned in to press a soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead.

“I will for a little while, my love. I promise.”

The both of you flashed her large smiles as her words, clearly both ecstatic at the prospect of her staying with the two of you, and quite honestly, Jennie was ecstatic at the idea too. She has missed you a lot, and she has missed the first few years of her daughter, she wanted to make up for it and she intended to do so.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung did not flinch as you continued to squeeze her hand in a death grip, she instead cooed and gently dabbed at your sweaty forehead as you panted heavily, your swollen belly being the primary focus of everyone in the room, mainly of Chaeyoung’s brother as he continued to hum charms under his breath to try ease your pan levels.

“You are doing so well my love, so well.” She cooed, pressing a kiss to your temple as you continued with your labored breaths.

Another wave of pain washed over you and your already impossibly tight grip tightened even more but Chaeyoung showed no sign of any pain as she continued to allow you to use her to ground yourself in the situation. You whimpered from the pain and turned to look at Chaeyoung, sheer pain and fear in your eyes.

“Chaeyoung, I don’t know if I can do this.” Chaeyoung immediately shook her head and gave your hand a comforting squeeze.

“Don’t say that my love, you can.”

“But I-”

“You can do this my love, I know that you can. Just keep breathing.” Chaeyoung leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips before whipping her head around to look at her brother, flashing him a glare. “What is taking so long?”

“I am trying Chae, but things like this can’t be rushed.”

“She is in pain, do something about it!”

“What do you think I have been doing?!”

Both gods glared at one another, Chaeyoung glaring with protective rage in her eyes while her brother glared at her with frustration and exhaustion. Chaeyoung growled and looked back to stare at you, her eyes softened for a moment until you let out another whimper of pain, prompting her to turn back to her brother with a harsher glare than before.

“Will you make this easier for her already?!”

“Childbirth isn’t something which is supposed to be easy Chaeyoung, especially not when it involves your child.”

Chaeyoung gritted her teeth before turning back to you, placing the damp rag down to instead cradle your cheek, tenderly stroking your cheekbone with her thumb as you continued to groan and whimper in pain.

“It will all be worth it in the end my love, just a little bit longer.”

Despite the obvious pain you were in, you simply nodded at the Goddess of Love and Chaeyoung responded with a tender kiss to your lips, trying her best to take your mind off the obvious pain you were experiencing. She wishes that she could take your place to elevate your pain, but she was unfortunately not in the position to do so, and so she had no choice but to remain by your side during your labor as your body prepped itself to give birth to her and your first child.

While she knows that her brother is the God of Medicine and Healing, she fully wanted to throttle him because she felt that he was not doing his job, especially since you were still in pain despite the many charms he was uttering for you. Chaeyoung saw no reason of why you had to suffer so much, but according to her brother, it was impossible for a human not to experience pain during childbirth because it was literally their body which was going through painful changes to accommodate the newborn babe.

It was a fact that Chaeyoung had to accept, but that didn’t mean she liked it. In fact, she hated it, but she could only hold your hand and continue to spout tender words to you as your body was eventually ready to push, her brother talking you through the entire process while Chaeyoung remained by your side, waiting anxiously for the infamous cry of your and her child.

/ - /

Chaeyoung couldn’t take her eyes off him, her arms cradling him in a protective hold as his makeshift blanket ruffled against her arms as he moved his arms about, clearly adjusting himself to the new world he has been born into. Despite the heated glares and shouts they had shared, Chaeyoung’s brother gave her a smile as she handed off her newborn son.

“Congratulations sis, its a boy.”

Chaeyoung didn’t acknowledge his words as she continued to stare down at the beautiful sight in her arms. While Chaeyoung was the very representation and essence of beauty in this world and all its many other realms, she couldn’t help but bow in submission to the little babe in her arms. Despite his eyes still being tightly closed shut, she couldn’t help but feel she was staring into the eyes of the very universe, before even the creation of the gods that held the answers to everything from the beginning.

“Chaeyoung?” Your voice called out, tired and fatigued but also happy, prompting Chaeyoung to turn around and face you as you continued to lay in bed.

You looked exhausted and pale, most definitely due to the intensive hours of labor you were forced to endure, but you had a glow around you which made you look ethereal to Chaeyoung. The Goddess of love suddenly smiled at you, stepping forward and taking a seat beside you before looking down at the newborn babe in her arms.

“We have a son love.” She whispered, still mesmerized by the fact that she was holding her son in her arms. You hummed and reached out to trace a finger along his forehead, a tired smile on your face.

“Yes...a son.” You repeated, turning to glance at Chaeyoung only for her not to pay too much mind to it because her focus was entirely fixed on the babe. You chuckled. “Am I allowed to hold him?”

“Huh? Oh...Oh! Yes, of course my love!”

Chaeyoung couldn’t help but flush in embarrassment at being caught completely unaware of her selfish actions despite it being you who had delivered your and her son in the first place. Chaeyoung heard her brother snicker at her expense but decided to ignore it as she slowly shifted her son into your arms, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and she pressed herself against your side, not wanting to be separated from you or her son for even a moment. She pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Well done, my love.” She cooed, which prompted a giggle out of you.

“I wouldn’t have gotten through it without you.” Chaeyoung pressed another kiss to your temple.

“I’m just glad you are okay now. I hate seeing you in pain.”

“After seeing this treasure...it was worth it.”

Both you and Chaeyoung smiled down at your son, mesmerized at the very sight of him and allowing each other to revel in each other’s presence with the promise that you and the babe are safe from any possible dangers. Chaeyoung’s brother murmured his departure to the two of them, but Chaeyoung stopped him with a look.

“Thank you.” She uttered, which he answered back with a smile.

“It was a pleasure sis. I am honored to be the first one to meet my nephew.”

And then he vanished, leaving Chaeyoung and her small family behind in your bedroom, enveloped in a haze of warmth and happiness.

Lisa

Gods and goddesses are renowned for their reputations of being bad parents, courtesy of their inability of being there fore their children when they needed it the most. Being the Goddess of War, almost nothing terrified Lisa, and yet it came to meeting you to figure out she did have a fear after all and that was to be a terrible parent like her parents were to her.

At the beginning, she never wanted a child, especially not with you because then it would put you at risk. Demigod children were notoriously known for being difficult births and after everything you have lived through, she did not want you life line to be cut all because you wanted a child with Lisa. But like the warships in a war, you eventually wore down her walls and she gave in, but now a whole new level of fear was created because she wondered about her possible future with you and her child.

It is almost embarrassing with how much time she spent with her older sister Jennie to try prepare herself for parenthood, especially since her sister had recently become a parent herself. But unlike Jennie, Lisa never really was the favorite because of her more...rebellious nature, but it did not phase Jennie much as she was more than happy to impart her words of wisdom to her younger sister, her partner even informing Lisa of how to care for you before and after the birth of the child.

When the due date already came, Lisa was scared to her wits end. She could face the battle of war, the corpses that were the results of the bloody battle, but nothing could ever prepare her for the fear she felt when she watched you scream in pain as you gave birth to the child. It almost didn’t seem worth it, no pain could be worth anything, especially not when Lisa could not do much about it. She eventually got so panicked and terrified that you all but ordered her out the room, unable to focus on the process when she was pulling daggers to the healers throats as they tried to help her during the birth.

It was almost as if Jennie sensed her panic because while Lisa was pacing outside of the healer tent, Jennie appeared beside her and grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to look at her.

“You need to breathe.”

“But Y/N is-”

“Lisa. Breathe.”

Despite her desire to shove her sister away from her, she instead obeyed and matched the slow, heavy breathing pace that her sister was instigating to try calm her raging heart, eventually getting it under control. Jennie remained by her side for a small while until the sound of a baby crying caught both of their attention, Lisa’s head snapping in the direction of the tent. Jennie smiled and nudged Lisa in the back.

“Go.”

Lisa did not need to be told twice. The goddess all but sprinted to the healers camp and pushed herself inside, eyes immediately going to your bed with your body laying in it. You were holding a small bundle in your arms and had the most serene smile on your face as you softly cooed at the bundle and slowly rocked your arms. A lump formed in Lisa’s throat and she didn’t even realize she was walking towards you until she was finally at the foot of your bed, your head raising to lock your eyes with hers. You smiled at her.

“Come meet your son Lisa.”

Her son.

Lisa’s lips parted at the information, her eyes widening before she slowly made her way to stand by her side and peer down at the very carbon copy of you. Even though it was a newborn babe, Lisa couldn’t already tell it had your nose and mouth shape, your adorable plump cheeks staring up at her, as well as your signature dark locks. You beamed up at Lisa before removing one arm from under the babe to pat the space next to you.

“Sit with me.”

Lisa hesitated for a moment before obeying, taking a seat next to you with her eyes still transfixed on the babe in your arms. And then you were suddenly handing it to her.

“Wha- Y/N!!”

“It’s a baby Lisa, not a bomb.”

Lisa suddenly became panicked at the idea of holding the babe, it hardly being something she was used to holding, but then she found herself cradling her son, him being surprisingly heavy despite being so small. Lisa just stared wide-eyed at the babe, glancing between you and him before trembling from the weight of him in her arms. You huffed a taught and then moved a pillow under arms to help give her and him some support.

“That better?”

“I...yes.”

Lisa shifted on the bed so that she was now laying more comfortably beside you with her back pressed against the headboard and her legs laid out in front of her. She kept a firm hold on the babe, warily eyeing him before looking at you, an uncharacteristic nervous look on her face.

“Are...are you okay?” You smiled at her.

“Of course Lisa, I’m still here.”

“Yes but...you...he...” Lisa was unsure on what to say, a mixture of emotions boiling up within her, but then panic set in when the babe began to wiggle and cry in her arms, making the goddess want to bolt from the bed but she was rooted on the spot due to your hand placed on her arm.

“He is okay Lisa. Just rock him a little bit. Yes, just like that.”

Lisa felt so awkward doing such subtle movements in an attempt to appease her crying son, to the extent that the healers in the tent chuckled at the sight of the Goddess of War becoming terrified at the aspect of a crying child. But they immediately paled when Lisa flashed them a fiery glare.

“I don’t know how to do this Y/N.” She eventually confessed, her glares forcing the healers to flee from the tent. She expected anger or annoyance, but instead you smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek.

“It’s okay. You’ll learn, just like me. We’ll learn together.”

Lisa fixed you with a disbelieving look but then snapped her head at her son as she realized that he was questioning down, her awkward rocks being enough to seduce him back to sleep. Lisa stared wide eyed at her achievement and felt you kiss her cheek again.

“See? Fast learner.”

And Lisa couldn’t help but smile her first smile ever since you got pregnant, nodding before resettling herself on the bed, being sure to support her son properly as he continued to sleep in her arms.

[ornithorynquerouge]

Helmut Newton - Jenny Capitain, Pension Dorian Berlin, 1977

[blackpinkflix]

the one and only stage of them i'll never forget x

[succulentsiren]

The Siren

(n.) A woman of allure, mystery and danger.

The Siren is a true obsession for all that are graced by her presence.

Through her captivating sex appeal, glamourous appearance and seductiveness, she heavily entices and penetrates her victims.

Her highly charged femininity, is where her juiciest powers lie. Once her charm is activated, she can effortlessly attract an abundance of suitors who itch to court her, savor her and adorn her in the highest forms of luxury.

If you ever come across a woman with such a profound presence, she'll be impossible to miss, as the Siren is a walking spell.

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Think of a sophisticated and seductive woman like Alexia Demie, who effortlessly charms the masses with her suave stature and dark mystique.

Think of an ambitious and wealthy woman like Rihanna, who has withheld the pressures of the public, and became a sparkling, rich diamond.

Think of the dark feminine icon Megan Fox, who screams danger and dives head first into expressing herself and bewitching both men and women alike.

Think of a succulent woman that holds personal magnetism like Marilyn Monroe, who mastered the art of being the Siren and knew how to turn her femininity off or on by will. Her magnetism catapulted her to worldwide success and recognition and she still remains a feminine entity.

Think of a woman of exotic beauty and charisma like Jennie, who commands all eyes on her when she enters the room and mesmerizes the world through her sensual stage presence.

Now visualize that being you.

🌹You too have the ability to turn your charm on and become spellbinding.

To activate your Siren Charm, join { @The Art of Being the Siren }

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

@certifiedscarecrow my favorite gifs of Jenny to convince you to watch Dead Boy Detectives :]

[feminineflavors]

🌸👛💞

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[jentledaisies]

NOW LOADING. . . YOUR FIRST MEETING

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Power.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To control love, was to control power itself.

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

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

She wants you.

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

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

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

"Mother, are you having some trouble?"

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

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

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

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

"It's migration season, Mother."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tell me what you will, Mother."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Mother."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[KIM JISOO]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zeus would know her rage soon enough, Jisoo decided.

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

This would be an interesting lifetime indeed.

[KIM JENNIE]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"My lady, are you alright?"

That voice was heavenly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not at all." Jennie breathes back.

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

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

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

What a fun story for such a perfect lover indeed.

[PARK CHAEYOUNG / ROSÉ]

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

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

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

[ Soldiers! to me! ]

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

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

[ Fall behind the wall, and bar the gates ]

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

[ Fuck! ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[LALISA MANOBAL / LISA]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She always was a fan of tragedies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[riordanverse-craziness]

Norse Deities’ Fancast in Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

Jenny Lampa as Sigyn

[luxora]

Blackpink -> {Goddess AU} -> You pass away

Requested: No

Group: Blackpink

Genre: Angst.

Warning: Mention of poisoning. Some violence. Death. Possibly triggering. Some sad stuff ahead. Blood.

Jisoo

Loss was something which astounded Jisoo, since it was not something she was used to herself since she did her best not to interact with those of the mortal world that always perished away as easily as paper when set alight. She has always had a disdain towards mortals because no matter the circumstances, they always had the innate ability to destroy everything that they could get their hands on. The rising of civilizations meant the destruction of nature, the environment being destroyed to sate the greed of those who decided it was their right to operate the land due to finding it ‘first’ despite it never being lost in the first place.

Jisoo never felt loss whenever kingdoms rose and fell. She never shed a tear when great generals and warriors fell to their knees in the middle of the battlefield, their enemies piercing their vulnerable spots to end their miserably tyranny. And she most certainly never showed any concern towards lovers that lost one another to either death or heartbreak. Mortals were so flimsy and reckless when it came to love, she honestly had no idea what compelled mortals to seek for the companionship of others when they never how terrible they were.

Chaeyoung called her a cynic, but Jisoo called herself a realist. Since the dawn of time, Jisoo has been a witness to families breaking apart and kingdoms becoming graveyard ruins because love, something which she always pointed out to Chaeyoung, much to her chagrin, but Jisoo did not care. She had no desire to fall into the domain of her sister, she was not going to ever be compelled to a stupid, mortal thing such as falling in love.

And yet it happened, with a mortal nonetheless.

It was a great honor bestowed on you, being Jisoo’s first love. No god or goddess ever managed to catch her eye and with her known disdain towards humans, it came as a great shock when it was discovered that Jisoo fell in love with a human mortal. Chaeyoung was of course overjoyed, but Jisoo had no desire to delve in any details regarding her relationship with you. It was her business, and she had no reason to share.

It was the forest which brought you to her, saving you from death, and the two of you had been happy ever since, you being the sole reason why Jisoo visited the mortal realm more often than ever. But it was during Winter solstice when she could not return to you as soon as she wanted to was when the forest decided to take you away from her, and it was too late for her to save you when she eventually returned.

Jisoo always hated the Summer and Winter solstice meetings because it was when she was forced to deal with all of her siblings, cousins, parents, aunts, and uncles all at the same time, hearing their endless bickering that would capable of even driving the most sane celestial being mad. She thought an entire eternity had gone past by the time the solstice meeting was finished, and she immediately transported herself back to the mortal realm to reunite with you, only to find that you were no longer in that realm anymore.

She had found you on the forest floor, eyes hooded over, barely peeking under your eyelids, with you flat on your back with your left hand covering your heart. She had called you name, thinking that at first you were asleep, but when you did not answer each time she call you name, she grew concerned. She knelt beside you and touched your arm, only to flinch back when she felt how cold you were to the touch. She looked closely at your face and then realized how pale you were, noticing that your lips were a light blue, matching the color of your finger tips as you remained motionless beside her.

“Y/N...” She breathed, a sense of dread filling her chest as she moved her hand to hover just above your mouth, waiting to feel a small breath of air for a proof of life.

She felt nothing.

“Y/N...” She repeated your name again, a pressure pricking behind her eyes as she shakily moved her hand to the side over your neck, moving her two fingers to your pulse point to feel your heartbeat.

...

She felt nothing.

A sudden cold pass overwhelmed her body, Jisoo’s heart becoming lodged in her throat as she looked over your body, trying to find a reason of explanation for your state of lifelessness while the pressure in her eyes began to increase second by second until she suddenly felt the first tear escape her eyes, only to be following by its twin, and many more. In your other hand, she realized that was something in it, and when she took a closer look, she let out a choked sob when recognized the toxic berries that were literally in the middle of your palm.

The very thing which she had saved you from when the two of you first met is what took you away from her during her absence.

“Y/N...” She whispered your name for the third time, her hands trembling as she gathered you into her arms, adjusting you until your head was leaning into her elbow like a newborn, your head slightly slumping towards her body so that you nose touched her chest. Jisoo felt her bottom lip tremble as she continued to readjust her grip on you, hoping that just maybe, the movement will make you open up your eyes. “Y/N, please...”

Jisoo didn’t even recognize her voice, it was nothing that she has ever heard before. The sound of her voice matched the sensation she felt in her chest, like a cold, fragile void that was only breaking with passing time. She noticed drops fall to your shirt, realizing that they were her tears which were now streaming down her face as she began to sob openly, the forest being the only witness to the Goddess of Hunt mourning the death of her first love.

Jennie

Logic was the very essence of Jennie, that if one was to research the meaning of the word, they would find a sculpture or painting of Jennie right beside her, as her titles as the Goddess of Wisdom meant that everything that Jennie sought out to do was motivated by logic.

Hence it is the reason why logic was the causing of the falling out between you and Jennie.

Jennie had to do it, she had to end things between the two of you. It was not fair for her to take advantage of your endless devotion to her for a limited romance which would end once you passed on to the next world. She had no right to deprive you of all the promises of life had for you, such as having a family and flourishing in civilization. She had no right to ask you to spend the rest of your mortal life with her, an immortal being that would never die.

She pushed you away for your own good. You deserved to live a life away from her influence. You were filled with so much promise and devotion, there was someone else other than her who deserved to be the center of your world, even though it meant replacing her in your life.

It was not easy. Not at all. No pain that Jennie has ever experienced in her eternity as a goddess could compare to the pain that she felt when she watched you fall in love with someone else, to have a family of your own which was filled with laughter and happy memories, and to watch you age day by day, your youthful features slowly diminished as the natural life process took its time with you with its journey.

While Jennie knows she did the selfless decision, the most logical decision, she could not lie and say she never thought of interrupting your life journey with her presence once more. When she had ended the relationship, you had left her temple, never to return again. While it was most logical reason would be that you left to avoid seeing her during her temple visits, it would not be farfetched for your to leave the temple in order to follow out her orders, to live out your mortal life just as Jennie wanted you to. And Jennie was conflicted on how she should feel about it.

Chaeyoung called her a masochist, putting herself through her own, personal torture by surveying your movements everyday with passing time. She told Jennie that she was just killing herself from the inside out from watching what she wanted and could have, and yet was depriving herself. It was the most logical thing that she could have done. You weren’t a demigod that participated in battles and wars, you weren’t a renowned hero that deserved the godly recognition to bestow you the greatest gift granted by the gods: immortality.

You were only a human mortal. A normal person that gave worship to the gods and live your life as typically as a human did. But Jennie fell in love with you nonetheless; therefore, it was the most painful thing in the world to watch you grow old until you were finally traveled to the next realm, leaving behind you grieving family, and a grieving goddess.

Jennie had watched your final moments, from the eyes of the heavens as you were surrounded by your family, your hand being gently held by your spouse of many decades as you unsteadily took in the faces of your children and grandchildren, all of them flashing you tearful smiles as you took your last few final breaths before finally succumbing to death. The angel of death, her niece, appeared beside your body to snip your lifeline and collect your soul, shooting a mournful look at your family as they all immediately began to cry at your passing before looking up at the sky, practically locking eyes with Jennie as she watched the whole ordeal from her viewing mist in the heavens.

“I’m sorry Aunt Jennie.” She heard her say before she vanished, taking your soul to her father’s realm to allow you to walk the next chapter of your life that consisted of the journey of death.

Jennie could not stand the sight of your family mourning over your body any longer. She swiped her hand through the mist and instead cradled herself as she began to sob, pain wracking all over her body as she felt the loss of your soul from the mortal realm. Jennie didn’t even realize that Chaeyoung had come to visit her at the time, having witnessed the same thing as Jennie, albeit from her own home in the heavens. She hugged Jennie tightly as she sobbed.

“It will be alright Jennie. It will be alright. They are in a place of no pain now.” She soothed, hugging her sister tightly as she sobbed. Jennie clutched at her own chest, her palm pressed against her heart.

“But they have left me behind with all of it.” She heaved, her finger tips clawing at her chest as an overwhelmingly amount of pain took over her body, filled with loss and anxiety. She felt Chaeyoung press a kiss to her forehead.

“That means that your love for them was real.” She whispered, not bothering to say anything else as her words only made Jennie sob harder, as it was the most logical thing that an emotional goddess like Chaeyoung could ever say to her.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung has never been one to keep secrets. She was open with everyone and everything, ranging from her emotions and her relationships with others, and it was hardly news for people to discover that Chaeyoung was romantically involved with mortals. It is so easy for a god and goddess to get bored with one another, especially since most do not change their personalities in the first few centuries when they are growing up, as since they all are the most powerful beings in the entire world, there is not much discipline that one could make on a god or goddess, making them grow up entitled and spoilt.

Chaeyoung is not much different, especially since she was one of the most favored children; therefore, when it came to her lovers, she was rather publicly amorous with all of them. While she has had many in the past, she did enjoy spending time with you the most, especially since you always seemed to make her forget all her troubles that are forced upon her due to her entity of being the Goddess of Love, as well as all the duties that she is expected to carry out.

Love was everywhere in the world; therefore, Chaeyoung was everywhere in everyone’s lives. She was a very busy women and it was only the most wonderful thing to get lost in the arms and life of someone who cherished her like she deserved. And one never had to worry about her becoming one’s lover, she was always thorough in all of her efforts; therefore, one never had to worry about being unsated after one night with her.

You becoming her new favorite lover did not go unnoticed. In fact, it caused many to become scorned because being the apple of the Goddess of Love’s eye meant endless blessing and memories promised with love and pleasure. It was always an honour to become a god or goddess’s lover, and becoming Chaeyoung’s lover was the ultimate honour one could have because who could ever deny the entity which represented love and beauty.

Jealousy was an aspect that has always been attached to love and Chaeyoung would be considered an expert in it, since she is the cause of it, as well as the object of representation. When there was love, there was jealousy, and it was important to understand the balance unless one wants to fall to the cruelty caused by either emotion. Chaeyoung has been influenced by emotions that had resulted in terrible tragedies; therefore, she understood the dangers of it and how easy it was to become influenced.

But she thought that you would not be hardened, especially since you were her favorite. People should know better than to harm what is hers, she may be one of the more generous of goddesses, but even she can bring multiple forms of mass destruction to the earth if she so desired, so it would be incredibly stupid to harm her lover. It was practically a begging for a painful death.

And it was what she promised when she had appeared in your room, only to find your bloody body with multiple stab wounds in it.

It was already too late for her to save you, your soul having already exited this realm as she cradled your body to her and pressed her hands desperately to your wounds to stop the bleeding, but it was of no use. You were no longer among the world of the living, only among the world of afterlife along with the other passed away souls. Chaeyoung tasted the salt from her tears as she pressed a final kiss to your cold lips, the warmth that they previously contained evaporated into the thin air, the same as your life.

“I...am so sorry...my love.” She whispered against your lips, tears falling to on your pale skin as she pressed a kiss to your cheek, brow, and forehead before standing up with your body in her arms, her entire figuring glowing as she prepared to take her to her home.

You did not deserve a grave like this, like a forgotten pig carcass for the vultures to scavenge. She will make sure that you are given the proper burial, one which will highlight the brightness which you had brought to her own life and to others. She took one final look around your room, at the four walls which were the witnesses to your shared love with Chaeyoung. Her eyes darkened when she took one final look at your bloodied bed sheets.

“Whoever did this...are dead.” She growled, before finally transporting to her home, you body in her arms with a deep seed of hatred and anger planted in her chest and growing with every passing second. She was going to find your killers, and make sure they suffer the worth death possible, and make sure that their souls are sent to hell.

Lisa

Death was a part of war. There has never been a battle in history that didn’t shed the blood of people, be it either from the enemy or from one’s own side. People always died in wars, and Lisa was very familiar with the death of allies, enemies, and loved ones.

And yet it is still a shock to her that you were taken away from the world of the living.

You were a warrior, someone who would not back down for a fight and always stood up for your beliefs. You were beyond reckless, that was a no brainer, but she was attracted to you nonetheless. She fell in love with your spirit, which your desire to win, and you relentless pursuit in action, adventure, and victory.

But with your wild nature, Lisa has often been forced to deal with the results of your recklessness. She has had to bandage your wounds, heal your minor injuries, and of course, save you when it was required. But even though she was a goddess, a being superior to all living things, she could not always be there when she was needed, even if it was for you, one of her only exceptions.

Lisa had always told you that one day your recklessness was going to bite you in the ass, but as always, you brushed off her words with a smile and a kiss to her lips, playfully sending her a wink  before telling her to stop being so serious.

“There is no way I will ever die Lisa. I know you’ll be there to cover my back while I cover my front.”

The stone in her throat barely went down when she swallowed, the words you said to her haunting her like an apparition while she kept a tight grip on your cool hand, your strength slowly diminishing as your breathing became more unsteady. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before pressing it to her forehead, letting out a shaky breath before glancing at your pale face, your lips stained with dry blood while you barely kept your eyes open.

“I told you that you’ll get yourself into trouble someday.” She said, her voice completely empty with emotion as she stared at you. You flashed her a weak smile, the effort looking more painful than genuine.

“Sorry...love...just can’t...deny the...excite...ment...” A vicious cough broke out of your throat, immediately alert Lisa as she watched in baited breath during your coughing fit. She swallowed thickly when she saw more blood splatter onto your shirt, your voice wheezing as you slumped back into the bed, looking even more tired than before. You let out a light cough before turning to look at Lisa again, your eyes startling her because unlike the fiery orbs she is used to seeing, she was instead looking into the eyes of a tired, hollow warrior.

“I’m...sorry...” You whispered, your voice so broken that Lisa couldn’t help but let out another shaky breath, a lot shakier than her last one, before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand again.

“Don’t be. Everything will be okay.” She said, swallowing thickly and trying her best to stay strong for you in your final moments.

“Will...it...hurt?” You asked, not giving any detail about what you were asking, but Lisa immediately knew what you meant. The pressure behind her eyes increased tenth-fold and she closed them tightly together, swallowing thickly once again before opening them, squeezing your hand tightly. That was a question you were never supposed to ask her, not ever. But she rubbed the back of your hand, hoping it gave you the comfort you needed from her.

“Quicker than falling asleep.” She said, flashing you a sad smile before reaching out to cup your cheek, stroking it with a thumb, her heart breaking at seeing you gently lean into her touch, soaking it up since it would not be long until you...go on.

“Will...you be okay?” You asked, your eyes beginning to droop, immediately catching Lisa’s attention and making her realize that it was nearly time. But the problem with your question...just what could she say to you to give you comfort. But clearly her indecision was clear on her face, before you gave her a weak squeeze to catch her attention.

“Don’t...lie...please...” Your voice was losing its strength, and the realization that it was nearly time for you to go made the pressure behind her eyes break, as a tear escaped and ran down her cheek as she stared at you, her bottom lip trembling.

“I’m going to miss you. A lot. I still can’t believe this is happening.” She confessed, a light sob escaping her lips, unable to hide it anymore. You were going to leave her, pass on, and there was nothing that Lisa could do about it. Gods and goddesses could do many things, but they could not save a human when they are beyond saving. Even goddesses have limits when they are not operating in their domain. Lisa’s domain is war, not medicine, and there was no chance for her to save you.

And it killed her.

“Lisa...I...” Your voice began to dwindle and your eyes were beginning to close, and Lisa couldn’t do anything but watch you in your final moments saying your final words. “.........I........love...”

The last word never left your lips. Lisa just let out a sob when your eyes fell shut for the last time, your breathing coming to a halt and leaving behind a heartbroken Goddess of War who was swiftly joined by her niece, the Angel of Death.

[pepperbag76]

🌹 Jenny Agutter

[blackpinkflix]

countdown for jennie's birthday 4 days to go!

[succulentsiren]

the it girl properties

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I. she understands power and isn’t afraid of standing in hers. so what if you piss some people off? you must be bold in what you represent and confident in attaining it.

II. she remains unbothered. when you are in your power you are likely to trigger jealously. the important thing is, you don’t have to care. when you're in first place everyone wants your spot.

III. knows her strengths. she knows how to market herself in a way that is fascinating to all. it's not about having any special qualities or ultra beauty, it's the way you present what you have. you must highlight your strengths and know your weaknesses.

IV. she's never dull. Cleopatra was known to be captivating and that's because she knew how to put on an outstanding performance. you must be interesting and entertaining to keep people interested.

V. she is the prize. the it girl has a quality no one else can define. this is because she has a confidence that is based on her inner worth and self intelligence. you must work on yourself before others can see your worth.

[frootmumi]

i Need jenny ortega’s ‘Wednesday’ to go down in cinema history.

[jentledaisies]

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ NOW PLAYING: YANDERE!GODDESS!BLACKPINK

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

✎ introducing: yandere!goddess!blackpink ⤷ The four Daughters of Aphrodite, born from the goddess's tears and desperation for her own mortal lover. Tears of ichor mixed with falling stardust to create the four sisters, created to walk amongst the mortals and gods, carrying the power of such devastating love that it could bring even the gods to their knees. Four daughters, seeing over their realm, growing bored of only ever allowing others to love, never themselves, at least, never for long. Their own soulmate, crafted with a thread from the moon's core, linking them to their lover. Given their born power and personification of love, the girls were always kept hidden and restricted from finding their lover, a mortal reflecting the humanity of the mortal their mother wept over, giving birth to them. But Zeus could only hold on for so long, for denying the love goddess's love, would never turn out well. It was like denying the sons of death their sweet sins, eventually, Tarturas would be raised and Zeus would cry his ichor. Therefore Zeus allowed the fates to break the chains of destiny he had wrapped around their hearts, allowing them to find their true love, even if that true love didn't know it. None could stand in the goddess's way, for they could rival Thanatos himself if anyone stood in the way of love.

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✦ KIM JISOO ✦

⤜♡→ JISOO ⤷ Daughter of Aphrodite ⤷ Goddess of Possessive Love and Longing ⤜♡→ Has claimed her territory deep in the forest, where the fae and fauna live and the sun shines onto the nymphs in the streams ⤷ Animal Counterpart: Asian Black Bear ⤜♡→ Enjoys strolling through Seoul in her day-to-day life, going to cafes, sitting in bookstores, and collecting rare but gorgeous antiques. Doesn't have a passive way to make money like her sisters as she resembles her core power ⤷ Has her doorway to her realm hidden in an apartment above a flower shop that she owns ⤷ Personally grows a large field of flowers and trees, simply from the ethereal magic that exudes off of her ⤜♡→ Jisoo's core element is earth, given that Aphrodite laid her, the oldest, in a cradle of roses and gold when she was born

✦ KIM JENNIE ✦

⤜♡→ JENNIE ⤷ Daughter of Aphrodite ⤷ Goddess of Sensuality and Pleasure ⤜♡→ Claimed her territory in the deep, dark, sea where the jellyfish swim in glowing groups, the sharks hide in the long seaweed, and the sun shines like stars through the waves ⤷ Animal Counterpart: Moon Jellyfish ⤜♡→ Goes to Seoul to spend time shopping and eating with her friends, some of who are even big names in the fashion community ⤷ The doorway to her true home under the waves is hidden through the door to a luxury apartment ⤜♡→ Has even modeled in her free time, just for fun. But also likes to spend her time exploring the oceans between gigs. ⤜♡→ Water is her core element as when she was born, Aphrodite created her within the sea foam and shells that resembled her own birth

✦ PARK CHAEYOUNG / ROSÉ ✦

⤜♡→ CHAEYOUNG

⤷ Daughter of Aphrodite

⤷ Goddess of Desire and Seduction

⤜♡→ Claimed her territory in the bright, fluffy clouds high in the sky. The birds fly near, the sun always shines and when a rainbow arcs, she can almost touch it

⤷ Animal Counterpart: Hummingbirds

⤜♡→ When she's in Seoul she actually runs her coffee shop. All her friends come through there and it's a genuine business with friendly staff and clientele. Other than that she allows herself to fly through the sky every now and then. She enjoys having the aurae breeze through with the breezes of the Anemoi

⤷ The doorway to her home is hidden in the apartment above the café she owns

⤜♡→ Her core element is Air given that Aphrodite crafted her cradle with the early dawn clouds when the light has only just first hit it and the early morning fog that drifted up to Olympus

✦ LALISA MANOBAL / LISA ✦

⤜♡→ LALISA

⤷ Daughter of Aphrodite

⤷ Goddess of Obsession and Pure Love

⤜♡→ Claimed her territory within a boiling volcano, filled with molten lava and volcanic ash flowers. Her home is built of flame and ash and smells of burning amber

⤷ Animal Counterpart: Mongolian Wolves

⤜♡→ When in Seoul she enjoys taking dance classes with her friends. Much like her core element she's always going and active so she owns her own studio as well as trains idol trainees. As well as that she enjoys experimenting with her element, given that she's restricted from testing her powers to their full extent. But when she does test her powers she's usually with Chaeyoung and walking around Seoul

⤷ The doorway to her fiery home is hidden within a luxury penthouse, coincidentally next to her sister's as they enjoy going to each other's home

⤜♡→ Her core element is Fire, as Aphrodite cradled her in molten lava and burning amber ashes.

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[jennyandvastraflint]

Oh yeah also. Jenny's cackling and the "My wife's gonna kill you" line??? 😳 That did something to me... Also the "She'll eat you alive" like. 😳😳 I blush.