#gods au

[bunnys-kisses]

"the bounties & death au" (a modern gods au)

a/n: 'sunlight' by hozier is burned into my brain

god of death!simon has been locked away for centuries, not able to return to the surface of the earth after being casted away into the shadows of the underworld. but once he finds himself free, in the countryside of england.

the world feels and looks different than what he remembered. it even smelled different. but the familiar grey sky of england loomed in a familiar way. the only thing in the distance was a small stone cottage with smoke coming out of the chimney. his legs felt weak, but he managed to make it to the cottage. it had been so long since he walked, after being chained on his knees. to walk again felt like being a newborn deer.

who was he to see on the other side of the door, was none other than you. you looked scared and quickly closed the door. you squeaked, "no one's home! please leave."

simon was a bit confused, his eyebrows knitted together as he knocked once more. he said in his low voice, "i know yer in there. please, let me in."

"are you going to kill me?" "no." "are you sure?" "i need help, i have no interest in killing ya." he lit up when he saw you open the door and look up at him.

you took him in but told him that he had to sit at the chair in the kitchen and not move. you knew it was a risk but, there was something familiar about him that you couldn't quite put your finger on. (you'd later recall when you felt close to death after the death of your previous boyfriend).

but simon is kind, you find it comforting to speak to him. he was calm and didn't move from the chair. when he moved as he ate, his movements were slow as to not scare you. simon thought of you like a rabbit. small and delicate, easily nervous.

the first act of kindness he had received in a long time was you sharing a meal with him. the gods didn't need to eat, but the warmth of the stew you made had him feeling warm.

you were an author who had stayed out in the country for some time in order to get a break from the weight of being in the city. you remarked that london was beautiful, and while simon had no way of imagining a city that big, he knew it was nowhere as beautiful as you.

he wouldn't make a move until your last night in the cottage before you headed back to the city. you said you'd drive him wherever he needed to be, but he said he had no home.

you asked him why and he said, "the place i came from. i cannot go back to." and while he hunched his shoulders, you reached up to him and allowed him to stay with you. you had grown to feel affection towards the man, even if you had many more questions about him than answers.

but that night, you shared wine together. you were all over him, your smaller body up against him. when he held onto your ass so you wouldn't fall over, you moaned. you giggled and told him you hadn't been held like that in a long time.

and for the first time in eternity, as simon thrusted into you, he would worship you rather than people worshiping him. as he held your hands onto the bed while you made love, he wondered if it was possible to build a shrine to you. to allow others to worship you the way he wished to do to you.

"you make me feel alive." you whispered in his ear.

an exhale left simon's lips, he then kissed you deeply once more. as you moaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist, all simon could think about was that he understood why humans were so desperate to get into the heavens. because if it felt anywhere close to how he felt next to you, he would scramble to get through the gates.

his little human, his little fruitful bounty <3

[frogchiro]

hope you’re doing good :3

how’s war god ghost preparing for the snowfall for winter? I’m sure he’s busy making sure his nest is perfect

One word: hoarding.

Like, literally goes a little overboard with it😭 But you can't really blame him! He's a god ofc, he doen't have to worry about thing like the cold or even food; it doesn't affect him, but now with his little pretty bride?? Who can very much feel the biting cold nipping at her exposed shoulders? Yeah no.

Hunts, gathers all the furs, blankets and pillows he can get, gets all the meat from the game he hunted and has you preserve it for the winter, all in preparation for the winter which are known to be harsh in this region.

You can bet that the chamber in the back of the temple will be almost overflowing with abundance, the already warm and stacked with pets bed now even more covered and more resembling a nest than a bed, with furs and pillows both covering the piece of furniture and the stone floor "because we can't have you walking barefoot on the cold stone My Love" <3

Not to mention Simon's insistance on nesting and cuddling with you more, naked of course because body heat is the best and healthiest for you. His huge, naked body laid out on the soft furs, both his and yours bellies full of the delicious roasted meat you cooked, and now you're just lounging and basking in the warmth of the roaring hearth and each other, all warm and so so intimate while outside a snowstorm rages <3

[carolgpr]

I missed drawing them so much, but following my idea of AU Gods

[8balldoodles]

More gods au with sun god luffy and moon god law

[seafoamdew]

A very very belated birthday to @twiafom , I’m so late I might as well call it a Happy Unbirthday~

Your god au is still a core memory for me 😘

[klance-headcanons-official]

So I heard you wanted some Klance, Gods edition??

here u go.

(please pay no mind to how trash it is, i can't shade for shit)

[room25-morgue-street]

"I have to take you back,"

"But I don't want to go..."

[starrynightarchive]

summary:

"I curse you, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya. I curse you to find each other in sickness and in health."

or: Dazai and Chuuya try to fall in love and fail. again. and again. and again. and ag-

why you should read it:

I'll be honest with you. this fic started off as an excuse for me to put skk in different universes and make them suffer in them all. but gradually, it became something more than that. this story carefully examines not only skk's relationship, but also what it truly means to love someone. oh, and. you get to know the context for this amazing art.

navarasam is a tamil word. it refers to the nine emotions that makes us human/forms the core human experience

here's an excerpt:

this fic also has a playlist made by yours truly.

[ineedsleepsoleavemealone]

Percabeth Gods Au:

Percabeth Gods au: After the war with Gaea the gods are angry at Percy and Annabeth because both Percy and Annabeth are mortals and have done things no god ever could: saved Olympus twice, went through Tartarus, held up the sky, ect..

The gods are jealous but they can't kill Percy or Annabeth. They've done too much for the demigods, the demigods have too much loyalty for Percy and Annabeth. Killing them would start another demigod uprising. Killing Percy and Annabeth could push a demigod become another Luke.

Even as Poseidon and Athena beg for their children's mortality, the majority of the Olympians agree on one thing: Percy and Annabeth cannot remain mortal, so they must become gods.

The gods are jealous and make Percy and Annabeth gods, so the Olympians can say that it was gods who achieved what Percy and Annabeth achieved not mortals.

Percy and Annabeth become the gods of quests and demigods. Their domains aren't separate they rule it together. The demigods build the first temples at Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter. Grover, Jason, Piper, Hazel, Frank, Leo, Nico, Rachel, Clarice, and Reyna write the PJO books and the HOO books to let the campers after them know who Percy and Annabeth really were.

Campers pray to them before and during their quests. Campers pray to them to help the demigods. Campers sacrifice blue foods to them. Percy and Annabeth protect the borders of the camps from what they can: humans, monsters, even some vengeful gods. They protect the demigods so that none of them die like Bianca or Beckendorf.

Idk this is just something I've been thinking about

[saraiisstanky]

Forgot to post this a year ago🫠

Female Solangelo gods au doodles I did and just forgot to post

[cherryredstars]

1K Prompts

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Gods AU, Sprinkled Fluff, Mentions of Injured Animals

Summary: It is as the prophecy foretold.  

Word Count: 1.2K (Not Edited)

The light is a golden white. 

The monument is beginning to form cracks in its delicate marble, foreshadowing the crumbled state it will begin to take as time rushes forward. The night air is warm, chased with the occasional breeze. Footsteps echo in the hollowness, a cloaked figure descending the steps of the shrine. The wind comes to greet the figure, playfully trying to detach the pure white cloth from their form. The moon comes to greet them too, lighting the path to the village in silver. From a distance, the figure seems to glow with the moon.

The village is silent, warm from the late night candles that are now extinguished. It is shielded in darkness, but a bittersweet taste is hanging in the air, just like the townspeople said. It is familiar, bordering on fearful and comforting. Under wooden doors, light teases to escape from the homes but thinks better of it and stays to warm the residents. As the figure walks through the empty dirt road, scattered randomly with stones, the crickets and night owls quiet. 

A dog, skinny and wobbling on a broken paw sits in a dark crevice between two homes. The figure walks to the entrance of the small slit, staring down at the animal. Instead of cowering and running away, the dog tries to crawl forward. Its body is too heavy to support itself, protruding ribs weighing down its skinny legs. It tires easily, barely moving a foot before it shifts its head up to look at its cloaked savior. A pitiful whimper rumbles from its throat, silencing when the figure brings a finger to its mouth. The figure bends down, their hand hovering over the dog’s face like they are closing its eyes. The dog's eyes grow heavy, head lowering to rest on its paws. The figure gets up, leaving the dog in its place before continuing their journey. A few seconds later, a puppy of the same moonlight silver follows, tripping over its paws. 

The puppy weaves around the figure’s legs yapping in a pitch only they can hear. The puppy seems excited and nostalgic, tumbling and chasing fireflies. The two make it to the edge of the village. They stand at the entrance of a thick forest. The leaves and trunks are dense, preventing the shining of the moon. The figure walks ahead, stopping as the puppy hesitates and gives chase once again. It is colder in the forest, but the figure continues weaving in and out of trees. They do not seem to have an exact location in mind.

Suddenly, cold and deadly arms wrap around the figure’s waist. The figure stills momentarily. Then, they reach up. They grasp the material of the cloak’s hood delicately, pushing it off their head as they look over their shoulder. 

The figure--a woman--has shiny skin. Her hair flows from her head and her eyes shine with a comforting warmth that feels like you are coming home after a long and cruel journey. Her aura and face promises protection and all that you’ve been secretly longing for. 

“Cariño, you always know where to find me,” the second figure hums. 

It is a man, his dark apparel contrasting with his lover’s white clothes. He seems harsher, more final. But, matching with his other half, he gives a subtle comfort. It can only be found in a darkness, revealed to those who are brave enough to enter it. His features are sharp and defined, instead of soft and rounded. 

“I brought you a present, Miguel,” the woman responds. Both turn to the ground, watching the glowing puppy who tilts its head in curiosity. 

“I see,” Miguel murmurs. 

His arms unwind from the woman, crouching to the ground. He holds his hand out, slightly translucent and resembling bones. Hesitance engulfed the small dog again, put it steps forward and sniffs Miguel’s hand. Its tail begins to wag as it realizes what is to come. It yelps excitedly, spinning and jumping in circles before pushing its head into Miguel’s hand. Both gods chuckle, eyes softening as Miguel scratches behind its ear. The puppy pulls away, looking at the two of them one last time before licking Death’s hand. A strong breeze comes through the trees and the dog disappears with it. 

They stay paused for a moment, giving nature and its spirits their moment before Miguel gets up again. The two gods face each other, the woman holding her hand out. Miguel takes it, winding his arms around her waist once again. The Guardian throws her arms around Miguel’s neck, delicate fingers ghosting up and down his back. A dark rumble escapes his chest, his face falling to her neck and nosing at it. She giggles at the gesture, turning her head so her lips hover over his ear. 

“The village smells of death. You scare them.”

A deep sigh leaves Miguel, pulling away slightly to cup the Guardian’s cheek. He presses a soft kiss to the opposite cheek, stalling. The woman is patient, basking in the moment and not rushing Death. He is thankful. 

“They scare themselves,” he whispers back. “Something, a plague or a… hero, perhaps, is soon approaching. Something is stirring, mi luz.”

His goddess hums in thought, eyes glazing over as she peers somewhere behind his shoulder. Her hand on his back stills, hands readjusting to grasp his shoulders. His hands squeeze her sides in comfort, resting his forehead against hers. Her eyes return to his, clearer now. Her beautiful features are marred by a frown, and Miguel’s hand comes to smooth her frown lines away. 

“The temple… it is beginning to crack. It grows colder. The oracle foretold it, but it is too soon.” 

Her voice is calm, but it holds a bit of alarm. Her body grows stiff and Miguel comforts her in a way only he can. He hums in agreement, but there is little else the either of them can do. 

“I know, but we know better than most that time is unforgiving. It does not wait for God or man.”

The Guardian huffs and sinks into her lover’s hold. Some of her warmth seeps into him and he smiles. His hand goes to the small of her back while the other pets her hair. After some time, he pulls away and takes her hand. He guides her back out through the trees, returning to the forest’s edge. The night sky is beginning to lighten, and the moon begins to melt into the sky. Miguel presses his front into her back, kissing the curve of her shoulder. They are silent for a few minutes, watching as the sky clears to make way for the approaching sun. 

“A new age is upon us, mi luz,” Miguel whispers faintly into her ear. “It will be our turn to rest soon.”

A strong breeze comes again, her hair trying to follow. When it settles, the coldness at her back is gone. The Guardian stares at the horizon, that small frown still on her face. With a heavy sigh, she pulls her hood back over her face. Her feet move back through the village, growing further away from the trees. She passes the crook where the dog’s body lays, the crickets and night owls sleeping now. 

An echo comes again from marble steps, a cloaked figure in white disappearing through the column. The sun rises, washing everything in a golden white before the world is silent again. 

Then, the village people open their doors and live as they always have for the last time.

I love God AUs.

[heart-cores]

Moon god Law where he has white patches all over, silver eyes that turn gold in the presence of the sun. Weak during the day but incredibly powerful at night, but he’ll always have the sun god to protect him and give him light 💕💕

[matcha-bean12]

Seijoh four Gods Au that i thought of where theyre all based on different gods from different pantheons!!

These r just sketches that I like and find super fun, nothing fully rendered yet tho i dont have the time. But there!!! I personally am rlly proud with Oiks design hahhaahahah

[shadydirt]

Big mood Qrow

Day 7 - AU / Light/Dark

@fair-game-week

[mhathotfic]

Thinking about love goddess reader and war god Bakugou again.

About how build and forward she is when she approaches him, asking him if she may assist in wiping the sweat and grime.

She’s holding a cloth, so he thinks it’s an innocent flirtatious gesture when he accepts, now he finds himself being yanked around by a giggling goddess who keeps telling him he’ll see when he asks eh she’s leading him.

He was about to snap at her about playing games with him, when she finally came to halt at her personal bathing pool and offers to wash his back if he washes hers.

He thinks that maybe, her association with rabbits isn’t because of her seemingly innocent looks.

[green-eyedfirework]

Dick twisted his wrists, aware that the ropes were cutting deeply into his skin, but too desperate to stop.  If he just—a little more, a little faster, a little harder—

The sound of stone scraping against stone.  Dick froze, a rabbit under a fox’s gaze, his heart hammering in his ears.

It sounded again.  Like massive footsteps, bigger than anything Dick had ever heard before, pacing around the altar that Dick was tied to.  Ropes lashing his wrists to the arch, just high enough to force him on his tiptoes, the position raising the simple, cotton shift until it only brushed the top of his thighs.

Something chuckled, low and deep and loud, echoing around the hilltop.  Dick ignored the shudder working down his spine, bit his lip, and tugged harder.

There was a sharp flash of pain—he’d started to bleed.

“So,” the voice reverberated through the stone, low and sibilant.  “They finally caught the little thief.”  Dick swallowed, mouth entirely dry, and twisted his head to follow the shifting shapes in darkness.  There were a lot of them, too many to be one person.  “I wonder, did you ever think about the consequences of stealing from a god?”

He’d needed that food, that gold—medicine was expensive, and Wally was sick, and Roy was sicker, and they’d spent so much buying Kori away from her sister, and—

“Was it worth it?” the voice half-laughed.

Dick set his jaw.  “Yes,” he snarled back at the shadows.  “It was.”  His heart was racing, his ears ringing, everything too close and yet so far away.  “I’d put it to much better use than your corrupt priests.”

Silence for a stretching moment, the world itself holding his breath, before a growling started.  Low at first, it grew louder and louder and louder, until Dick could hear nothing but the angry, vicious, discordant sound.

It had occurred to him that pissing off a god was suicidal, but Dick was already dead.  Bumping up the timeframe wouldn’t matter.

Dick squeezed his eyes shut and took a moment to remember his friends.  Remember them as they were happy.  Remember them the way he saw them last, dropping off medicine and gold and food and leaving before his pursuers caught up.

“Bold little thief,” the voice said, no longer amused.  “But I can taste your fear.  Flesh is all the sweeter for it.”

Claws scraping against stone, growls rising into distinct tones and Dick couldn’t help but open his eyes.  His breath caught in his throat.

He was surrounded by wolves.  The altar was covered in them, shifting back and forth, prowling along the stone, getting closer and closer and closer, until he could reach them if he stretched out a leg.

His face was wet.

Fur brushed the back of his bare legs and Dick flinched, yelping and instinctively moving away.  A low chuckle echoed around him as Dick arched up even higher, trying to get away from the wolves.

Please, please let it be quick, let it be fast, please, oh gods, I don’t want it to hurt, please—

“There is only one god here,” came the growl right in front of him, and Dick cracked open blurry eyes to see a massive black wolf approaching closer.  It looked taller than him standing.  Its teeth were the size of his face.

“And I’m not inclined to be merciful.”