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Marionette

The second star of Cosmically divine...

☆ Author: bvidzsoo

☆ Pairing: Kang Yeosang x female reader

☆ Warning: nudity, cursing, consensual smut, corruption kink, blood, violence, cutting off a hand, allusion to pedophilia (but he pays for it lol karma is a bitch)

☆ Word count: 8.6k

☆ Rating: nsfw

☆ Genre: Greek mythology, Yeosang is Aphrodite's son, forbidden relation

☆ Summary: Doomed from the beginning, your mother, Hera, only saw a weapon in you. If you had once thought she loved you, she proved you wrong the second she cast you away once you failed to kill her enemy's son. Yeosang, Aphrodite's dearest and most prized offspring.

☆ A/N: Hii, lovelies! Second instalment of this series is here, and I swear to God this is the last time I write it in one setting bcz my wrist is falling off currently lol. I really really like this part, I am so curious to hear what you all think of it ! I genuinely appreciate your feedback, and the ones you've left on the previous part legit had me giggling and in tears, I love you all! <3 The taglist is still open, so lmk if you want to be added to it. This is a small side note, but I've read not too long ago a Yungi story that is absolutely amazing and is a Greek mythology au, and whenever I'm writing a part for this series I get reminded of it, so, let me share it with you if you are curious to read it, it's so good!! I'll point out a few things before I let you read the story:

★ This is inspired by Greek mythology, but I took creative liberty and adapted it to my likes, so keep that in mind while reading, thank you! ★ Aphrodite is the Goddess of love, beauty, desire, and all aspects of sexuality ★ Hera is the Goddess of marriage, women, and family, and the protector of women during childbirth ★ Athena is the Goddess of war, handicraft, and wisdom and the patroness of Athens ★ Hades is the God of the underworld ★ Dionysus is the God of wine-making, orchards and fruit, vegetation, fertility, festivity, insanity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, and theatre ★ Tartarus lies far beneath the disk of the world, under Hades' underworld, it's used as the ultimate of prisons, unpleasant and inaccessible ★ Elysian Fields is part of the underworld and is where the good go ★ Athenai are a group of women who followed and worshiped Athena ★ Dion is a village and municipal unit in the municipality of Dion-Olympos in the Pieria regional unit, Greece; it's known for its sanctuary of Zeus and its ancient city (definitely give it a visit if you're in the area!) ★ (Athens is the capital city of Greece) ocean divider; greek divider

☆ Taglist: @patchofblue @sthwaaberry @constipatedcorgi @holytidalwavechees3cake @cheolliehugs

@slowitdownmakeitb0uncy @hoeforsungie @madebysvt

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Right by the foothill of Mount Olympus and just a few hours away from the lively village of Dion, hidden in a little meadow of the evergreen forest, almost a day long walk from Lake Naia, lay the fun house of Dionysus. Men and women, Gods and Goddesses were welcomed here, scrutinizing and judgmental eyes turning into indifferent and lustful ones, whatever your heart desired a possibility to become reality if whispered to the right person or deity. Selfless and desperate men found solace in the caresses of nymphs that ventured down from Mount Olympus to the fun house, desperate to get away from the clutches of merciless deities that took advantage of them at the smallest chance given. Gods and Goddesses who were tired of the mistreatment enabled by their superiors and were in desperate need of a night where they could let go, often stumbled through the threshold of the fun house. Dionysus loved calling it a fun house because that’s what it truly was, a house that offered you whatever you had in mind when you thought of the word fun. It came in the form of alcohol, music, entertainment and dancing, but it also came in the form of wanton moans, desperate touches, and whispered climaxes. Whatever you had in mind, you’d probably find it at the fun house. The wine was unlimited here as long as you left something of yours behind and promised to return for another fun time, making you rather addicted to the feeling of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you anticipated your reward. Whether this was in the form of a beautiful nymph or innocent maiden, a hunky man that liked it rough or a young lad whose touch was soft, or perhaps the unlimited alcohol that intoxicated your mind and sometimes killed you before your time…it was all the visitors choice. Dionysus took great pleasure in watching the mere mortals crumble at his feet, and he loved it even more when he managed to break a deity beyond the point of madness.

Everyone here knew who I was. The empty jug lay next to my hand almost mockingly as my eyes bore into the table, head slightly buzzing and ears ringing from the loud music the few drunken musicians attempted to play. The harp had a beautiful sound if in the hands of someone that could yield it, but the one mortal that attempted to play it here made it sound borderline scratchy, fingers caressing the strings rather unprofessionally. Despite how crowded the fun house was, not a soul took it upon themselves to share a table with me, and I understood why. I wasn’t necessarily here for company, especially not that of a man, but it would’ve felt nice to lay my worries upon an ear willing to listen. I knew the sharp daggers secured onto the belt around my waist intimidated men, but I expected women to be more than willing to share stories with me. After all, it wasn’t a secret to anyone that I was part of the Athenai, Athena’s loyal followers, the leader of a cult that brought forth possibilities for women eager to become more than what their society instilled on them.

A rather young girl passed by the table, head hanging low as she clutched the large jug of wine to refill the thirsty men’s glasses, and I watched closely as she walked between the tables, pouring more wine for the one’s asking. She was young, too young for a place like this, but I figured her family was living scarcely and they needed every little penny they could get. Knowing the nature of the men that were so eager to frequent places as such, it came as no surprise when the young girl’s shoulder was clutched by a calloused hand, yanking her back violently. The girl’s eyes widened in panic as she looked up, clutching the jug to her chest as if afraid to spill anything. It was pure instinct by now to draw my weapons at the sight of a female getting harmed, and it came as no surprise when I felt my blood boil underneath my skin. The man that dared touch the little girl was laughing, gripping her chin and trying to force her to sit down at his table filled with six more men, all watching her with a predatory glint in their eyes. Athena has taught me her virtues, has passed her beliefs onto me, raised me as a strong and independent woman, one that would not sit idly by and watch an innocent soul get harassed, especially if so young. The cult of Athenai have sworn celibacy to Athena, and have sworn to protect maidens and women in dire danger until their last breath.

I moved stealthily, barely leaving a breeze in my wake as I stood from the table, eyes burning anyone that dared look my way, right hand gripping the handle of my most loved dagger. Hephaestus was a marvelous craftsman, every piece of armor was designed by Athena and myself, and then later on perfected and strengthened by him. I had great trust in my weapons and my abilities, having led a war by Athena’s side more than once. As I made my way towards the table full of vile men, the little girl’s body had started shaking as she struggled to fill their glasses with wine, the man that was holding her had his hand sliding down her fragile body. I tensed my muscles and willed my mind to remain focused, knowing that if I saw red right now, not even one man would leave this house in one piece. As a quiet and scared whimper left the young girl’s lips, my jaw clenched and I unsheathed my dagger, the other men sitting at the table finally noticing me as I came into their vicinity.

A wide smirk stretched onto my lips as I saw the terror in their eyes, and before they could alert their companion harassing the young girl, my dagger had long come down against the nimble skin of the man, the steel cutting through his flesh and bones, severing the hand he had on the table. The cry that left his mouth was gut-wrenching and it made everyone stop in their tracks, eyes wide as the lively music had cut off at once, the young girl jumping away with watering eyes as the man tried to stand and whirl around. But I just chuckled and grabbed his greasy hair, yanking his head back as I pressed my sharp dagger against his neck, making him suddenly become still. His chest was heaving and he had broken out into a cold sweat, whole body shaking as blood gushed out of his severed limb. I leered, leaning down close to his ear.

“You are in great luck tonight, my friend,” I hissed against his ear, his body reeking of alcohol and grime, “I cannot kill you unless you do something unforgivable, but that doesn’t mean I cannot teach you a lesson, you stupid mortal.”

The man had started sobbing, snot running down his nose and into his mouth as he tried to splutter out apologies, his companions frozen as they didn’t know whether to help him or not. I pressed my dagger just a little more against his skin, making sure to draw blood as the man cried out in agony again, making me grin widely as I released him, but not before banging his head against the table hard enough to knock him out. His companions jumped to their feet and rushed over to the passed-out man as I turned my head to search for the young girl, finding her cowering behind a woman that was silently crying. I wiped down the blood from my dagger onto the white cloth I had hidden in my pocket as I walked towards the two, motioning for the woman to step aside. She did so quickly, revealing the young girl to me. I sighed as I leaned down to be eye level with her, gently wiping her tears off her face.

“Do not cry child, you’re safe now.” I muttered to her gently, unlatching a satchel from my belt, “Take this and head to Athens tomorrow, take your family with you if needed. Pray to Athena tonight and tell her that her most trusted apprentice saved you from a vile man, ask for her blessings and protection.”

“Won’t she want something in return?” The girl’s voice was shaky as she reluctantly accepted the coins, probably the sum more than she’s ever made here at the fun house. I smiled and gave a pat to her head as I stood up straight again.

“You are a smart girl; Athena will like that.” I hummed, fixing her hair behind her head, tilting her chin up to look in her eyes, “If you wish to be strong and able to protect yourself, all you have to offer to Athena is a promise to remain a maiden, child, and she will have you. You’ll thrive under her cult and you’ll have a good life in Athens.”

Gratitude graced the young girl’s face and she bowed her head deeply, bending at her middle to go even lower, making me smile at her display of gratitude, “Thank you, my heavenly protector.”

I chuckled as I gave a last pat to the girl’s head, looking around the still deadly silent fun house. I grinned and took my leave, knowing that the mood would be ruined as I wasn’t welcomed anymore for the night. When I reached the door, I turned around and bowed mockingly before I was out of the crowded and warm house, welcoming the cool breeze of the summer night. As the door closed behind myself, the music picked back up and the chatter and shouts resumed like nothing had happened, and I took a moment to clear my mind. I headed to the corner of the house and leaned against its structure, sighing as I looked up at the stary night, wondering whether I should return to Olympus now, or head back to Athens myself. But something snapped next to me and the unmistakable aura of an Olympian God invaded my sense, forcing my body to remain alert as I gently clutched the handle of my dagger.

“No need for that, dear,” I slightly relaxed at the familiar deep voice, but failed to spot the figure in the pitch-black night, “I am not here to harm you—or any of the women you protect.”

“Then why are you here?” I snapped back, growing a little irritated that the God wasn’t showing himself to me.

“I’m here to collect a very dear soul.” The deep voice answered back, sounding amused at my irritation as the nauseating scent of tobacco filled my nose. Sometimes, I wondered whether Death was timeless, whether he could travel between times unseen and unknown to us. Even as deities, we couldn’t predict the future nor if we truly were everlasting, but there was a glint in Death’s eyes that held secrets nobody but him knew about.

“I didn’t kill the man, you don’t have to snitch on me—” His deep giggle cut me off, and there he was, finally, showing himself to me as he stepped out of the shadows. His body was clad in a midnight black suit, tailored to fit his body perfectly as if it was his second skin. He had cut his hair shorter sometime not long ago, and it stood up in a way that made him look like he didn’t belong amongst us. Hades’ sharp eyes were crinkled as he smiled widely, his front teeth crooked as the cigar hung loosely between his teeth.

“I’m not here for that man,” Hades chuckled as the cigar bobbed with every word he said, “he’s going straight to Tartarus. I’m here for someone else.”

I followed his line of sight as he gazed inside the fun house through the window, eyes settling on an old man who was smiling and chatting by the bar with a beautiful young woman, “He’s lively, but his heart has weakened. I hope he hasn’t forgotten about our little trade back when he was still youthful and handsome.”

“You love making trades.” I sighed under my breath as I watched Hades grin, then take a long drag of his strongly smelling cigar. I never dared ask where he got those from, I never saw anyone else smoking them. It felt like it was somehow beyond me and our times, like it was better if I stayed naïve. Hades was an enigma nobody could fully decipher; it was best if you didn’t ask many questions. He had a way with his words, he could easily trick you into trades and deals that were only beneficial to him. The tale of signing your soul away to him unassumingly was more common than not, and I appreciated my life, cherished it dearly even.

“That I do, indeed.” He hummed, sharp and dark eyes falling on me again. He also loved flirting with people that he wasn’t supposed to flirt with, “Still worshiping the lovely Athena?”

I snorted under my breath, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I leaned against the building again, “It’s what I was created for.”

“Ah, yes,” Hades hummed, taking a long drag of his cigar, smoke wafting up in the air around us, “my bitch of a sister sure loves sending out other people to do the dirty work for her. If only Zeus wasn’t such a man-whore—”

“You speak rather freely, Mingi.” I narrowed my eyes at the God of death, interrupting what was supposed to be his inner monologue.

“Of course, I do.” He chuckled upon hearing his real name leave my lips, throwing the cigar onto the ground as he stepped on it. I’ve seen him do that many times, yet I still haven’t figured out why he did that, “What? What are they going to do to me? Banish me? Chase me away? Kill me? Death is everlasting, my dear, just as birth is. Even when you will stop existing, I’ll be still here. I’m one with Gaea. Unlike many of our kin, I do not need to be worshipped to exist.”

That made me think, made my mind dwell on thoughts that they weren’t supposed to dwell on, “Are you saying we won’t always be here?”

“I’d love to chat more with you, my dear.” Mingi smiled mischievously, his eyes narrowing into playful slits as he stepped closer, caressing my cheek gently. He was perhaps the only man that’s ever touched me—the one I willingly allowed to touch me—his touch lacking the lust no other man could even as much so as hide, “But my old man really needs to go now, and Hera’s called for you.”

“Are you stealing Hermes’ job now?” I chuckled, patting his hand before I removed it, dusting my hands off.

“No,” Mingi chuckled, shaking his head, “I’d rather die then be the messenger of these bored deities that love beefing with each other for no reason.”

“Do you reckon why my mother is asking for me?” I raised an eyebrow as I chuckled at Mingi’s humor.

“No idea, but she looked beyond devious.” He sighed, slowly stalking towards the entrance of the fun house, Dionysus would certainly hate that there would be two deities tormenting his fun house tonight, “Perhaps has something to do with lovely Aphrodite.”

I hummed, nodding my head in goodbye as Mingi disappeared inside, leaving me alone in the darkness of the night. Well, off to Mount Olympus I was.

And Mingi was right, my mother did summon me due to something concerning Aphrodite. The palace was brightly lit despite it being after midnight by the time I made it home, and my steps were silent against the marble stones despite how lightly I walked. Athena made sure teach me that. As I had knocked on the door of my mother’s bedroom, it opened up instantly and allowed me inside. She sat on her sofa, snacking on some grapes as her two servants fanned her with big leaves, looking stoic and avoiding eye contact at all costs. My mother’s mouth pulled into a wide smile upon seeing me, her eyes a bright color and glimmering under the divine light. I fixed my posture and bowed my head in respect as I walked closer to her, the armor I wore completely the opposite of her satin indigo dress.

“Daughter,” She cooed, her voice warm and loud in the confines of her bedroom, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

That was true, indeed, she only met me when she needed something from me. I wasn’t to any use for her unless she was sending me out to kill the people she didn’t like, or have tried to bewitch her bellowed husband. I have long come to terms with the fact that Athena was more of a motherly figure than my own mother would ever be.

“Indeed, mother, how may I help you this time?” I asked emotionlessly, resting my hand on the handle of my dagger as it brought me comfort.

My mother chuckled as she raised her hand, the servants stopping their actions, “Out.”

They wasted no time in scurrying out, and I watched as they bowed deeply to my mother then to me, and fled the room at last. My mother sat up, pushing her dark brown hair behind her shoulders, her satin dress falling down on one shoulder. She was a Goddess almost as beautiful as Aphrodite, Hera could have anyone she wanted. Many worshipped her and tried to whisk her away from Zeus, but she only had eyes for that tyrant.

“Well, now that it’s just the two of us,” Hera chuckled, her expression twisting into something sly, “I’m sure you’ve heard of Aphrodite’s children, my daughter.”

“I have.” I confirmed as I raised an eyebrow at my mother. I have even met a few, but they weren’t very likeable, much like their mother.

“What about Yeosang?” My mother’s voice dripped with venom, palms curling into fists.

“Mere tales whispered by naiads is all I know of him.” I answered, gulping when my mother raised to her feet, a deity easily taller than most men. She stepped off her pedestal and slowly approached me, hand extending as she cupped my cheek. Unlike Mingi’s tender caress, hers was cold and borderline painful.

“I have a very important mission for you, my daughter.” My mother’s eyes sparkled with a vicious glint, teeth showing as she leered, “Someone had spoken ill of poor Aphrodite and she wants the man dead. But we know she never directly dirties her hands, and instead sends one of her children. Yeosang is her most prized child, my daughter, I need you to go find him, and kill him.”

I withheld the snort that threatened to bubble past my lips, impressed by my mother’s ignorance and the irony of her words. Wasn’t she sending me out to take care of her dirty business? The hatred between the two Goddesses runs deep, the two never settling their differences and finding ways to torment not just each other, but those around themselves as well. I was raised to hate Aphrodite, by my mother at least, because Athena’s teachings taught me different things. I wasn’t supposed to hate no woman, nor Goddess, but my mother couldn’t know that. I was more loyal to Athena than to her anyway.

“Is he going down to the mortals?” I questioned and pulled my head back slowly to get rid of my mother’s uncomfortable caress against my cheek. She hummed, giving me a scrutinizing look as her eyes took me in, a small grin spreading onto her lips.

“You’ve become a fine warrior, my daughter, I knew handing you over to Athena was a smart choice.” My mother sighed happily, eyes hardening at once, “You cannot fail me, my daughter, Aphrodite never lets Yeosang out of her sight, this is your one and only chance to kill him for me, do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” I bowed my head and my mother hummed, turning her back to me as she walked back towards her sofa.

“He’s in Dion, you’ll find him at the brothel in the East side of the village.” She sat back on her sofa, snapping her fingers as the doors opened instantly, the two servants rushing back inside, “And do not worry about recognizing him, you’ll know once you see him. He resembles Aphrodite a lot.”

And perhaps my mother hated that even more than the fact that Aphrodite was more beautiful than her. I didn’t worry about recognizing Yeosang, amongst mortals, an Olympian could be easily picked out in a crowd.

Life in the village compared to the life of the Olympians was rather lamentable. Few people were well-off to live in spacious mansions that resembled the homes of the Olympians, as most of these mortals lived in humble and small cottages. But no matter how poor or rich, the nightlife in Dion never lacked as inns and brothels were overfilled with rowdy and insatiable people. I had disguised myself as a maiden of the village, a simple white dress that’s seen better days replacing the armor that felt like a second skin and brought me comfort. I felt exposed as my dark hair flowed freely against my shoulders and back, making me more vulnerable as anyone could easily grab onto it. The only time I wore it like this was when I bathed, in a battle you couldn’t allow anything to distract you. The sleeves of my dress were long, covering my arms as my two daggers were strapped tightly against the inner parts of them, I would never willingly bear myself vulnerable around anyone I didn’t trust.

Since I was disguised, nobody could tell that I was Hera’s daughter and Athena’s apprentice, making men boldly approach me and try to flirt their ways into bedding me for the night. I hated every single second of it, narrowly avoiding their touches and turning down their offers in a charming manner, not wanting to anger anyone and draw attention onto myself before I was done with what I was here for. The brothel was overspilling with people at the ungodly hour of the witches, and it turned out to be a hard task to find Aphrodite’s son, Yeosang. I didn’t know who I was looking for, but I would know upon seeing him. After walking around and watching the crowd carefully, I let the people push me towards the bar as I ordered a pint of beer for myself, leaning against the surface as I surveyed the crowd once again. The music was loud and the dancing people grew in number as others disappeared upstairs, occupying the empty rooms for mere seconds of pleasure. I had just taken a sip of the rather bitter beer, when an overwhelming feeling of warmth made me look up alarmed. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to pinpoint the direction it was coming from, my blood boiling underneath my skin as a weird sense of calmness tried to push through my alert disposition. My heart was racing and my ears had started ringing at once, and I knew the few sips of beer weren’t the cause of it. I was in the presence of another divinity. And upon realizing this, through the dancing people emerged an ethereal looking man.

The seemingly white glow that no mortal seemed to notice was almost alarming, coating his skin fair and making it glow as the softest and gentlest smile settled on his blood-red lips upon noticing me. Even from a distance, his eyes were gentle and warm in color, golden swirling around his irises as he graciously walked closer, hands clasped in front of him. Somebody crashed into him, but instead of screaming and pushing them away, he continued smiling as his lips moved slowly, probably reassuring the person that it was no problem. His hair fell around his face in a light brown curtain, framing his forehead and cheekbones as his nose was petite, his jawline sharp. My grip tightened around the pint of beer, suddenly my heart racing in my chest as the warmth I have felt previously only worsened the closer the deity walked. I found myself struggling to intake air, as if the man had his grip around my throat, refusing me the air I desperately needed. His smile only widened as I felt my legs weaken, the man now standing in front of me. His scent was sweet like honey and roses, overpowering the unpleasant odor coming from the humans.

“Another deity,” His voice was deep, unlike his soft features and what you’d expect to hear from him, “it’s rare any comes down to this brothel.”

“You’re here too.” I found my voice, completely surprised by how breathy it sounded. I gulped and took a quick sip of my beer, hoping it would help fix the dryness of my throat. The deity, Yeosang, watched my action closely, chuckling lowly as his lips pursed. The longer I looked at his face, the more I understood why he was Aphrodite’s favourite child. He was beyond perfect and gracious, well-mannered, and soft spoken. Perhaps if Aphrodite didn’t exist, he’d be Aphrodite instead. But nobody, no mortal or deity, could be prettier than the Goddess of beauty herself, and I noticed with mild surprise that Yeosang had a blood-red discoloration around his left temple in the shape of an almost heart.

“Are you here to satiate your vices?” His warm eyes shifted onto the beer again, and I chuckled, looking down at it too. I had to play my part if I wanted to kill him tonight, therefore, I lied.

“Some vices you can never fully satiate.” My expression was serious as my eyes bore into Yeosang’s, “I am tired of the fakeness of the Olympians, I want to feel something real.”

Something alluring flashed inside Yeosang’s eyes as he, too, leaned against the bar, reaching out for my pint of beer, “Mortals are fun little toys—until they start playing Gods and want to replace you.”

“Good thing we are irreplaceable, then.” I grinned as Yeosang chuckled, bringing up the pint to his lips. They parted slowly, his gaze burning into mine, a heated feeling suddenly encompassing my whole being. I have never felt that before, and suddenly I was nervous. Could it be that Yeosang was manipulating me somehow? All deities had powers to a certain extent, but his and mine were limited, we weren’t any major God the mortals ardently worshipped. I tried to reassure myself that it couldn’t have been him as he slowly lowered the pint from his lips, placing it back onto the bar.

“A deity like yourself certainly cannot enjoy that vile thing?!” Yeosang sounded almost appalled as he pressed his bony fingers against his lips, making me chuckle as I pulled the pint back towards myself.

“Someone as sophisticated as yourself would enjoy wine, I suppose.” Yeosang blushed as he hid his mouth with his hand, averting his eyes down to the floor. I smirked, feeling victorious as I raised my hand for the waitress to come over. She was quick on her feet, thankfully, and I swiftly ordered a glass of wine for my prey. My plan was perfectly working out, I didn’t think it’d be so easy to lure him into my trap. Perhaps Aphrodite shouldn’t have kept her precious son so sheltered, he was too naïve for his own good, and it would bring his downfall tonight. As Yeosang shyly looked up, I fixed my expression, trying to look as inoffensive as I could.

“I have always believed there is no point in hiding who we are,” I tensed as Yeosang suddenly leaned forward, invading my personal space as the waitress delivered his glass of wine, “after all, at some point people see through your façade. It usually falls when you think others aren’t watching you, even if it’s the slightest crack, somebody will notice.”

Feeling speechless, I could only watch as Yeosang smiled shyly and took his glass of wine, murmuring a quiet thank you before he took a tentative sip of it. My heart hadn’t stopped hammering against my ribcage ever since he walked over, and I could only pray to Athena that I wouldn’t start sweating now. There was something about Yeosang’s aura that exuded calmness but alure at the same time, and I found it hard to make sense of these new emotions surfacing in my body. Everything tingled and burned, suddenly finding his proximity not close enough, needing him to push me up against a wall and devour me. If Athena were to hear these vile thoughts, she’d be just as disgusted by them as I was. I tried to gulp down the nausea rising up through my stomach, and as I opened my mouth to speak up, a man tumbled into Yeosang. His wine was almost spilled, but he saved it last minute as he helped the man stand up straight.

“Oh,” Yeosang whispered, face lighting up in recognition, “old friend! I thought I have forever lost you to the crowd!”

The man reeked of every odor one could think of, yet Yeosang went and placed his arm around his shoulder, pulling him into his side. I watched with furrowed eyebrows as the mortal hiccupped, eyes half lidded as he struggled to stand up straight. The glass of wine was abandoned as Yeosang’s full attention was on the man, and I took a deep breath as I felt my pulse quicken even more. I took a quick glance around myself to make sure nobody was watching us, and then reached inside my dress, finding the hidden vial between my breasts easily.

“You abandoned me, boy!” The man’s words were slurred as he clumsily exclaimed, and I acted in a swift moment, pouring the poison into Yeosang’s glass unnoticed. My fist curled around the vial until I crushed it into small shards, the pain never reaching my skin as it instantly turned into dust. I watched the poison quickly dissolve in Yeosang’s drink just as the deity chuckled and looked back at me. My eyebrows shot up as I quickly smiled, hoping I didn’t look suspicious.

“This old friend of mine loves dancing,” Yeosang chuckled as he maneuvered the man around so that they stood side by side facing me, “I had to abandon him for a while.”

“Yes, you did.” The man’s head fell a little forward before Yeosang steadied him, making me wonder just how strong the deity was. His muscles were lean and not bulging as most Gods liked to look like, yet it was unquestionable that he was rather strong as he held up the man twice his size.

“Old friend, tell me something.”

The old man perked up as he tried to open his eyes more, “What, boy?”

“The young lady you introduced to me earlier,” Yeosang’s smooth voice turned slightly darker, subtly sneering. My eyebrows furrowed as the soft expression swiftly slipped off his face, “what have you said to her?”

“Oh!” The drunk man exclaimed, lips pulling into a drunken smirk as he looked at me, eyes raking over my body. I wished to wipe out my daggers and gauge his eyes out, but tonight I had to behave, “That lady cannot be compared in beauty to anyone else, she’s more beautiful than Aphrodite herself.”

The air seemed to freeze around us as my breath halted. Yeosang’s smile turned cold, eyes narrowing as he hummed, his grip on the man’s shoulder visibly tightening, “Hmm, I see.”

I didn’t know what to do as Yeosang turned his head, one eyebrow raised as if in question. I cleared my throat and averted my eyes as I instead grabbed my pint and threw back the remained of my beer. Yeosang’s eyes slowly shifted onto his glass of wine and he paused, then reached out and took the glass. I watched with a hammering heart as he raised it up to his lips, then slowly tilted the glass, the wine almost touching his blood-red lips.

“Drinking in front of your elderly without offering it to them first?!” The old man coughed a little, giving Yeosang a glare as if his respect had been broken. Yeosang froze, then I watched in mild alarm as he lowered his glass, shooting the man an apologetic smile.

“Where have my manners gone?” He shook his head at himself and the man hummed. I opened my mouth to interject into their exchange, but instead felt my jaw fall open in shock as Yeosang forcefully grabbed the man’s chin and yanked it open, pushing his head back by it, pouring the wine down his throat aggressively. I gasped as I watched the man gargle and try not to choke on the poisoned wine, my palms turning into fists as my muscles tensed.

“There, you can have all the wine.” Yeosang snickered, throwing the empty glass onto the floor, it shattering loudly as he slowly turned his head, tilting it to the side. My eyes hardened in an instant as I noticed the change in his demeanor, the serene and innocent look gone from Yeosang’s face as he smirked, leaning towards me, “Those who speak my mother’s name in vain shall be punished, right, Y/N?”

There hasn’t been a time before where a man won over me. I was trained for war, I have fought battles that took the lives of hundreds of men, I have slain men who have mistreated women and yet…a pathetic son of a Goddess had me fumbling in panic as he released the old man who had started heaving for air, clutching his throat. Yeosang stepped back and watched as I caught the old man, eyes wide as the poison rather quickly brought him to his demise. I didn’t know what to do as his body started growing heavier, and when I made eye contact with Yeosang, he was already backing into the crowd with a poisonous glint in his eyes and a vicious smirk on his lips.

He had won this game.

I felt anger surge through my body, but I couldn’t act on my desires to chase after the deity and have his head. And so, I played the part of my disguise as I released the man. Then, I opened my mouth and shrieked.

The slap stung no more than a battle scar yet had to, and still, my ego was bruised beyond my body has ever been. I gritted my teeth as I refused to cower under my mother’s seething eyes. Something broke next to us and I jumped, not used to my mother’s hysterical displays. Now I understood why Zeus never tried to anger her, and yet still failed miserably each time.

“You wench,” Hera hissed, grabbing my chin and yanking my head forward, “You’re good for nothing.”

I tried not to snort as I looked down, avoiding eye contact. I have never failed before. I was more than good, but she was too blinded by her childish hatred for Aphrodite to actually notice that.

“You are a disgrace and an abomination!” My mother continued to hiss, her grip turning painful on my chin, “Look me in the eyes, you stupid wench!”

Fury licked under my skin, igniting my veins and making me tense my muscles and calm my mind as I yearned to reach for my dagger and push it through her nonexistent heart. I gulped and looked up into her eyes, remaining emotionless like Athena had trained me.

“You are not my daughter.” Hera hissed, leaning in my face, “I banish you from my home, you are never to step foot inside my temple and sanctuary. Perish from in front of my eyes before I turn you into nothing.”

She pushed me away like I have burned her, and I gulped, biting down on my tongue to keep myself calm and level-headed. I didn’t want to turn into nothing, that I knew. So, instead, I bowed my head and took off towards the door, grabbing the handle of my dagger for comfort, “And to think I nourished you and cherished you for nothing.”

My grip faltered around the handle of the door and something coiled in my chest as I took a deep breath, trying to talk myself down from what was about to come out of my mouth. I ripped the door open and chuckled, turning my head to look smugly at Hera, “Thank fuck I won’t have to see your stupid face ever again, you hysterical bitch.”

The scream Hera let out only made me laugh as I slammed the door shut behind me, fury making my body feel like it was on fire. That feeling was only ever present when I was in battle, and protecting women. I felt my whole being vibrate as I left the stupid home of Hera, steps hurried as I knew who to seek out for guidance. I will find Yeosang and I will kill him, Athena may you be my guide and protect me in my quest.

Hunting came as second nature; I could do it even with my eyes closed. The ground of the forest was solid underneath my feet and the trees tall and offering shade from the blazing sun as I swiftly advanced towards the meadow. There was nothing in this world I couldn’t track and hunt down. Man, woman, animal, deity. Athena had let me know in a whisper where Aphrodite’s pond resided, a place that only her, her nymphs, and Yeosang knew about. The deity often came here to spend the hot days of summer cooling off in the ever-clear Pond of Beauty. Aphrodite had created it herself for her offspring and those that she considered worthy of her treasure. The pond resided close by the foothill of Mount Olympus, on the territory of the Gods and Goddesses. No human could come here, unless they wished for a painful death.

My bow and arrow lay snuggly in my hands as I held onto them tightly, eyes narrowed as I listened closely to the sounds of the forest. The meadow was just one step ahead, I was hiding behind the bushes and the tall trees, eyes surveying the area before I looked out onto the meadow, the pond vast and its water glimmering under the sunlight that fell directly on it. Sweat had gathered on my brows as I took deep breaths, remaining calm as I noticed ripples on the surface of the pond, a head covered in light brown hair slowly surfacing. My heart started hammering against my ribcage as I watched the deity swim around in the pond, a serene look on his face as he seemed to be glowing in the sunlight, his light brown hair turning almost as golden as the swirls in his warm brown eyes. He floated around graciously, his milky skin translucent as it made contact with the water and the sunlight.

I tensed my muscles and drew my right arm back, aiming my arrow towards Aphrodite’s beautiful creation. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, tuning in to the sounds of nature as I relaxed my body, preparing to release the arrow the second my eyes opened. I felt my body move slightly, align in the direction Yeosang was, and I sighed quietly, feeling the warm breeze caress my skin tenderly all of a sudden. The birds seemed to sing louder here, the grass seemed to brush up against my ankles gently, and the breeze carried a soft smell of pomegranates, honey, and roses. I gulped, feeling my lips part in another quiet sigh as suddenly my ears started buzzing, my skin jittery out of nowhere. My eyebrows slightly furrowed, feeling a little unnerved as my body grew warmer and warmer, flesh burning underneath the heavy silver armor. I gulped and willed my mind to focus, to let go of everything that served as a distraction, and opened my eyes as my fingers holding the string had started slipping, about to release the arrow aimed towards the mesmerizing deity.

But when my eyes opened, my body froze as if someone else was controlling it. Yeosang’s brown eyes shone golden as they bore into mine even at the great distance, and I felt my fingers tremble as I reluctantly lowered my weapon. I struggled to breathe as I felt my legs moved forward, guiding me towards the pond, away from the safety of the trees and the high grass. There was something very wrong as my skin burned and my heart raced, and I couldn’t stop myself from approaching Yeosang. His blood-red lips pulled into a faint smile as my hand raised to undo my bun, my dark hair falling down and fawning my back as I sighed in content. Another step towards him had me unclasping the silver armor from around my torso, my hands trembling as I couldn’t look away from Yeosang. I felt drawn in, mesmerized, and charmed. A madman would say it was witchcraft, but I couldn’t tell what was happening to me.

Yeosang’s lips parted as he whispered something I couldn’t hear just yet, and I felt my hands undo the bindings of my corset as it soon fell from around my body, leaving it bare for Yeosang’s eyes to drink in my exposed skin. I shivered and my arms got covered in goosebumps as Yeosang’s grin turned wider, beckoning me into the pond as he extended one hand. My mind was screaming at me to stop, to unsheathe my dagger from my belt and throw it at Yeosang, but instead, my body moved on its own as I undid my belt and then the bindings of my pants, stopping for a second to push down the garment after I stepped out of my boots.

Yeosang’s tongue darted out to lick at his blood-red lips, and I gasped as my feet came in contact with the cold water of the pond. I was bare in front of a man, walking towards him, offering myself up to him. What I was doing was forbidden, I would be banished and probably killed, but I couldn’t stop. No matter how much I wanted to, my body didn’t stop moving towards Yeosang. The cold water clung to my overheated skin and my heart pounded in my chest as I couldn’t feel the soil underneath my feet anymore. I was forced to swim further inside the pond. I wanted to stop, but my body wouldn’t until it reached Yeosang. My lips trembled from both fright and the cold, and the closer I got to Yeosang, the wider his grin got. He was preening at me, eyes flashing golden like his hair in the sunlight, and suddenly, I was face to face with him. I shuddered out a breath, chest contracting as I tried to yank myself far away from him, but suddenly the water felt like it had hands and had immobilized me to my spot.

“Y/N,” Yeosang’s voice carried amusement, eyes twinkling in the same manner, “it’s rude to impose on someone that’s bathing.”

I couldn’t find my voice, my throat had gone dry, my whole body was trembling. I couldn’t be seen bare by any man or deity, I had to kill Yeosang. I would be never forgiven if I didn’t, if he touched me…I would be punished for an eternity.

“Why are you here?” He raised an eyebrow, lowering himself under the water until his eyes and hair were visible only. I tried to calm my frantic heartbeat, to regulate my breathing once again.

“I’m here to kill you.” I hissed out, eyes hardening as Yeosang pushed his head above water, giggling.

“Without your armor, you’re nothing but a woman, Y/N.” My blood boiled under my skin, and I wasn’t trembling from the cold anymore, it was from anger. My jaw clenched as I glared at Yeosang, still trying to break free of this invisible spell he’s put on me.

“Is this where your mask slips and you show just how rotten you are at your core?” Yeosang’s head lulled back as he laughed, water dripping from his hair once he faced me again.

“You think I’m doing something to you,” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as his eyes darkened, just like at the brothel. He didn’t look innocent anymore, he looked menacing and dangerous, “but I am not. The pond brings out your deepest, darkest desires.”

Something coiled in my chest and I felt my cheeks heat up, mortified at what Yeosang was implying, “How dare you?! I am an Athenai, I have sworn to serve Athena. I have no such desires like the one you’re implying I have—”

I stiffened as Yeosang reached out, his warm fingertips softly touching my skin, “Then why is your skin ablaze? Why does your flesh sing to me to come closer? To feel you? To touch you? To devour you?”

I gasped as Yeosang swum uncomfortably close, palm caressing my cheek bigger than it, eyes boring into mine as I felt unraveled by the simplest touch, “Why do you want me to fill you up here until you’re a begging mess, until you have forgotten who you are?”

It felt like the sunlight was cut off and my neck was snapped into half, when, underwater, I felt nimble fingers trace the outline of lips untouched before, slipping between them and drawing out a sound that’s never left my mouth before, “Why does it throb for me?”

Yeosang’s lips brushed against my ear as I moaned loudly, head falling back when his fingers touched a spot that had the name of Gaea on my lips, praying to be forgiven for the sins I was committing, “Kill me with your bare hands, Y/N, and I shall grant you one wish.”

I whimpered as I finally felt released by the clutches of the water, hands flying out as I clung onto Yeosang’s shoulders, eyes screwing shut when the heel of his palm pressed harder against my core, massaging it in a circular motion, toes curling at the blinding feeling that had my whole body on fire like no battle could ignite it. Yeosang’s blood-red lips pressed against the vein pulsating in my neck, and I bit my bottom lip, trying to muffle the sounds I was making as he dipped his fingers lower, prodding at a hole I didn’t know existed before, “Yeosang.”

“Say my name, my goddess.” Yeosang growled against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as I felt him grip onto my hip with his free hand, “Tell me how badly you want me dead.”

I moaned as one finger slowly slipped inside that hole, my mouth falling open in a loud gasp as I felt my muscles contracting, clenching down on his digit, “I shall skin you alive and deliver you to your mother myself.”

Yeosang moaned as his lips left my neck, eyes boring into mine as he faced me again. His hand from my hip slowly slipped down onto my thigh and he guided it around his own hip, flushing our bodies together as he moved his finger in and out, making my eyebrows furrow at the unusual pleasure that erupted in my whole body.

“If you do,” Yeosang whispered against my lips, gently biting my bottom lip, “I shall persuade Athena to forgive you for your sins.”

I gasped as the pace of his finger quickened, his thumb pressing on the bundle of nerves again, and his name echoed in the meadow as I cried it out loudly, body shaking from the overwhelming new feelings I haven’t felt before, “Oh, Yeosang.”

“I know,” He whispered, suddenly his finger gone from my throbbing core, and I whined as my eyes flew open, searching his face for an explanation. His golden eyes had glazed over and were a dark brown, his skin and hair not that bright anymore as clouds shielded the sun for us, almost as if they were shielding us from the eyes of the Gods and Goddesses themselves, “it’s overwhelming for the first time, but you’re doing so well for me, my goddess.”

He guided my other leg too around his hip, and I anchored myself against his lean body as I crossed my ankles behind his bottom. I could feel something hard and heavy press against my thigh and Yeosang smirked, pushing the hair out of my face as his lips pressed against mine featherlike, experimentally. My heart was beating fast, skin on fire as I felt the hard member line up at the entrance Yeosang’s finger had been inside previously, and I gulped, feeling fear for the first time in my life. No man, no battle, no war was scarier than the sin I was about to commit. But I wanted it. I knew now, I’ve always wanted it, I’ve just been repressing it desperately in honour of my oath.

“Yeosang, my god, take me.” It was a bare plea against his lips, and then they were devouring mine, coaxing them open as his tongue slid against mine at the same time as my hole was stretched open as the hard and heavy member seemed to split me apart at once, drawing out whimpers of pain as Yeosang’s lips tried to muffle them. I felt full, yet it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough as his hands gripped my hips bruisingly, guiding me up and down on his member as Yeosang whimpered, tongue tangled with mine as the painful sting in my core resided, but wasn’t as bad as it had been a second ago.

“Promise yourself to me and you shall live.” Yeosang’s low voice demanded as he mercilessly slammed my hips down, turning my mind into a jumbled mess as I was impaled again and again, wondering if the slice of my dagger would ever come close to this feeling.

“I am protector of maidens and women,” I groaned as a hand groped at my exposed chest, fiddling with the nipple, my nails digging into Yeosang’s back until they drew blood, “I will never promise myself to a man.”

“Then savor this feeling,” Yeosang hissed, and a yelp mixed with a loud moan left my throat as the next thrust was sharp, hitting a spot that had my hips moving more desperately on its own, trying to set a faster rhythm than the one Yeosang tried to set, “because Athena is on her way here, and when you leave this pond, you’ll be dead.”

My fingers slipped into his hair and I yanked on the wet strands, moaning as the new pace kept hitting that spot again and again, my mind wishing for nothing but to bring pain to Yeosang, “And you’ll be dying with me, my god.”

Yeosang moaned as I slammed my lips against his, painful and bruising as our teeth clanked together, noses pressing harshly against each other as I found it harder and harder to make sense of my thoughts as I had started succumbing to the pleasure completely.

Whether the promise of giving myself to Yeosang slipped past my lips or not, the clouds were witness to it, and Athena’s arrow would be the judge of it when Judgment Hour comes. Perhaps Hades would be sweet enough to let me reside in the Elysian Fields in the afterlife, “Does it feel real now?”

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joeys-babe · 10 months

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Joey B Imagines: Birthday Boy

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Summary: December 10th, Joe’s 27th birthday spent with you and your twin boys.

Warnings: Fluff, *he's not injured!!*

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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December 10th, 2023

Joe had awoken in bed by himself this morning to his surprise. He had expected you, his wife, to be waking him with smooches all over his face but your side of the bed was empty.

He rolled over to grab his phone off his nightstand when the setup sitting on it made him smile. Every year since you and Joe got together in high school when you guys were 16 and 17, on Joe’s birthday you'd get him white roses. The number of them would be the age he was turning that day. There they were, 27 white roses in a vase.

Realizing there was a card and a gift bag propped up next to it, Joe leaned up in bed and picked up the card first.

Happy Birthday, Joey!

Gosh, how are you 27?! You're getting old babe. JKJK. I just wanted to tell you that I’m so happy to share another birthday with you, this is the 11th one that we've celebrated together and I hope I've made every year better than the last. 26 was such a year for you, and I'm proud to say I was by your side for all of it. Cheers to another year of getting to show you how much I love you. You're my husband, my rock, my happiness, my high school sweetheart, and most importantly my best friend. I love you more than words can explain, Joey Shiesty.

To my nerdy, quirky, antisocial, video game, Kid Cudi-obsessed boy, Happy 27th birthday.

Love, your y/n.

Joe didn't realize tears were streaming down his cheeks till he put the card down and saw a wet spot on the blanket on his lap. He quickly composed himself and grabbed the gift bag.

Pulling the contents out of the bag, he felt his eyes well up again when he realized it was a photo album.

It was white leather and on the front in gold font, it simply read “Us.”

Joe flipped to the first page and it had a song lyric quoted.

“When they wanna see how true love should be, they'll just look at us.”

Flipping the page again, it was a collage of pictures of you and him as high school lovebirds. A picture of him picking you up after a win while you were in your cheer uniform, one of you two sitting next to each other at lunch just smiling from ear to ear, you and him sitting in the back of one of his friend's truck while at a drive-in movie, a pic of you two at senior prom, and finally one of you guys graduating.

Joe flipped the page and wasn't at all surprised to see it was the Ohio State era of his life. Since Joe was a year older than you, you were stuck in Athens still when Joe was a freshman at OSU. Long distance sucked, but you guys made it work, and multiple pictures were showcasing that. You took screenshots of you and Joe's face timing that he had never seen before. There was a lovesick look in his eye that made Joe giggle knowing he's still just as infatuated with you. His favorite picture was the one of him lying on top of you in his dorm bed, you were running your fingers through his mullet as you cuddled him.

The LSU page made Joe’s heart warm, so many pictures of you standing to the side and smiling at him just so proud of everything he had accomplished during his time there. There was one slightly spicy photo that made Joe do a double take. That was the first photo you had ever sent him with the intention of turning him on. While Joe was out doing something with the team after winning the national championship you put nothing on but his letterman jacket and the “Big Dick Joe” that he had.

The next few pages only made Joe smile get bigger.

In order it was him getting drafted, the 2022 AFC Championship win + engagement, the wedding, finding out I was pregnant, the gender reveal, the boy's arrival, and everything in between.

When the last few pages were empty for more memories Joe shut the book and put it off to the side. He again had to compose himself and wipe his eyes after the emotional walk through memory lane, you guys had been through so much together and Joe couldn't a picture his life without you.

Joe was about to text you but as soon as he went to grab his phone you were walking into the bedroom. Truthfully you had been downstairs listening to him secretly through the baby monitor you had put up in the bedroom. You had heard him wrestle around in the sheets before sniffles were heard. After it went quiet for a bit you went upstairs and watched him through the cracked bedroom door as he wiped his eyes.

You walked towards the bed with a stack of pumpkin-flavored pancakes topped with candles singing Happy Birthday as Joe wore a huge grin.

After you were finished singing, Joe blew out the candles and you placed the plate on his lap.

“G’morning, Joey. Happy Birthday, my love. - you

He pulled you into a hug and squeezed you so tight.

“I love you so much, y/n.” - Joe

You rubbed his back and kissed him after you pulled away, his arms still around your waist.

“What did you wish for when you blew out your candles?” - you

“Can't tell you, you know it wouldn't come true if I did.” - Joe

“You're no fun.” - you

“I'm just kidding, baby. I actually didn't make a wish.” - joe

“What why? Did I not give you enough time to? I'm sor-” - you

“No. You gave me plenty of time. I just don't have anything to wish for. I have everything I could ever want or need so there's no need for me to wish for something. I have a beautiful amazing wife, perfect twin boys, a good career…” - Joe

You stared at him dumbfounded, wondering how you were ever able to bag this sweet man.

“You’re gonna make me cry.” - you sniffled

“C’mere.” - Joe opened his arms to you

Immediately in his embrace, Joe held the back of your head and kissed your temple.

“I've already cried twice.” - Joe giggled

“Awe Joey. Okay enough sappy stuff, you eat your birthday breakfast while I go clean the kitchen up.” - you pulled away from him and headed for the door when he stopped you

“Wait don't go! I'll help you clean later, can you stay with me right now?” - Joe

You smiled sweetly at him before waking back over to the bed and getting under the covers with him.

Joe turned on Spongebob and ate his pancakes, a few minutes in you heard little feet in the hallway before knocks on the door could be heard.

“Mommy? Daddy?” - Tyson

“You can come in, Ty!” - Joe

The twins happily opened the door and toddled over to the bed. You lifted them onto the bed and they sat with their backs against the footboard.

Tyson giggled as he jokingly got his hand under the covers and tickled Joe’s foot. Joe played along with it for a little bit, loving the sound of his son’s laugh before he started fighting back.

“Do you boys remember what today is?” - you

“Uhm… no momma.” - Miles

“It's someone's birthday!” - you

Tyson and Miles looked at each other for a second before they gasped at the same time and yelled out the answer in unison.

“Daddy’s!” - The twins yelled

“Mhm! Remember what you guys made yesterday?” - you

The boys nodded and you instructed them to go retrieve what they made from their room.

Joe gave you a skeptical raised eyebrow look, but you just leaned in and kissed him while you still had the chance.

It wasn't long till you could hear those little feet again and Tyson and Miles were running back into the bedroom. They handed Joe a few pieces of paper after he put his empty plate on his nightstand.

Tyson drew a picture of him, his daddy, and his uncles passing football at the practice fields.

Miles drew a picture of him and Joe playing with Hot Wheels tracks.

The drawings had Joe feeling a different form of bliss, his heart warmed to an insane level as he looked at the little details in his boys’ drawings.

“I love them, boys. Thank you.” - Joe croaked

“You welcome!” - Tyson beamed

“Dada? You sad?” - Miles

“No, Daddy’s really happy.” - Joe

“But you cryin'…” - Miles

“He’s crying happy tears buddy, really happy tears.” - Joe

“Oh… okay!” - Miles

“You guys should go play. Mommy and Daddy are gonna clean up before Gramps and Grammy come.” - you

When the boys left the room you turned to Joe who was still crying. You softly kissed his cheek and wiped his tears off of his cheeks.

“You okay, baby?” - you

“Never been better. This is the best feeling.” - Joe

“Good. They worked hard on those. Come follow me downstairs. I have something cool to show you.” - you

“You gonna give me my 27 birthday spankings? Or is that later?” - joe

You laughed as you pulled him out of bed and shoved him into the closet, asking without words for him to put clothes on since he was only in boxers.

He returned in sweatpants and a T-shirt and followed you downstairs.

“Is the cool thing you have to show me a sink full of dishes? Or do I have to unload the dishwasher?” - Joe

“You’re exempt from those chores today since you are the birthday boy. But no, I’m giving you one of your gifts now.” - you

Joe smiled and I told him to close his eyes as we started walking into the kitchen. He did as you said and you took his hands in yours to guide him to where the setup on the counter was. You smiled at the secret camera you had recording and dropped Joe’s hands.

Telling him to open his eyes, Joe looked around rather confused but when he looked down at the counter his eyes went as wide as saucers.

There was a positive Clearblue test next to the same onesie you showed Joe when you found out you were pregnant with the twins.

You watched Joe’s eyes start to water as his chin started quivering, causing your own eyes to get misty as you smiled at him.

“You’re pregnant?” - Joe grinned

“Mhm.” - you smiled as tears dripped down your face

Immediately his arms were around you, lifting you and spinning you around as he cried into your neck.

“We’re having another baby!” - Joe cried

When he put you down, Joe picked up the pregnancy test with shaky hands and fell against the counter with his head buried in his arms. He was so overcome with emotion.

“Are you happy?” - you rubbed his back

Joe stood up abruptly and nodded vigorously.

“I've never been so happy. What if we have a girl, y/n? I could be a girl dad.” - Joe cried again

“Oh baby.” - you pulled him into your arms

Joe hugged you so tight but was now trying not to put pressure on your stomach now that he was aware his baby was in there.

“I love you so much, y/n. You and our family are the best things to have ever happened to me. I can't believe we're having another baby.” - Joe

“I love you and our babies so much. I can't believe it either, I'm so excited.” - you

“How long have you known? Well about the baby?” - Joe

“Not too long, found out a couple of days ago and thought I'd wait till today.” - you

Joe nodded and leaned down to be level with your stomach. It hasn't gotten bigger yet but Joe didn't care, his baby was still in there.

“Hey, baby. It's your daddy. Me and your momma already love you so much. We can't wait to meet you.” - Joe

“I have an ultrasound next week. Think you can go?” - you

“For sure. I'll make it happen.” - Joe

The rest of the day Joe couldn't keep his hands off of you, always making sure you weren't farther than arm's length away from him.

Robin asked what was up later at dinner when you rejected your usual favorite wine that she and Jimmy had brought.

You and Joe were ecstatic to tell his parents about Baby Burrow #3 coming next fall and they were just as happy finding out about their next grandkid.

That night after dinner, dessert (pumpkin pie of course), and putting the boys to sleep, Joe and I were lying in bed talking about everything baby.

“y/n, you know, I've only been 27 for a day but I feel like it's going to be the best year yet.” - Joe

“You think so?” - you

“I know so because I’m gonna spend it with you, our boys, and baby Burrow.” - Joe

You had a strange feeling that Joe was right, but also an overwhelming feeling of love washed over you. How'd you get so lucky with Joe?

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Authors note: happy bday Joey B!

there was a birthday imagine request in my messages so here you go!

hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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the-apocrypha · 2 months

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Got tagged in the last line game by @dsudis and @cuubism a few days ago--and now actually have some last lines to share! Currently working on a Dreamling Olympics prompt that was supposed to be short but is... not. Of course.

Dream then opens his mouth to properly lay into Hob about not requiring some quack with a blood pressure cuff to tell him he has a broken nose, which requires no treatment except time and over-the-counter pain medications—when Orpheus suddenly pipes up. “Uh, Dad, do you like. Know this guy?” Dream turns his head, and out of the corner of his eye sees Hob do the same. Orpheus looks back at them, all his previous anxiety replaced with healthy teenaged skepticism, and a whiff of judgment on top of it. “He is,” Dream says, abruptly aware of the way Hob’s hand is still resting on his left knee, “a… friend.” “An old friend,” Hob agrees. “I’ve never met him before,” Orpheus says suspiciously. “Unbelievably, Orpheus, I did have a life before you came into this world,” Dream replies. Orpheus’ expression conveys his disbelief at this particular claim. “We were both Team GB, back in Sydney and Athens,” Hob puts in, for—not having children himself—he must not realize the futility in attempting to redeem oneself to a teenager after already having been judged uncool. “Hung out a bunch. Lost contact after a while, though—didn’t have Facebook like you kids do these days.” That is… a G-rated summary of their former relationship.

Tagging @embroiderling, @kydrogendragon, and @softest-punk, if they want to play!

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #olympics au #going for less than 3k on this one #send prayers #my writing

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mamaestapa · 1 year

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maybe joe gushes about you in an interview or post game press conference, maybe even like a speech from winning something

My Girl|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: During a post game press conference, Joe gushes about getting to spend the bye week with you

•warnings: none, all fluff

“So Joe, first of all congrats on the win.”

Joe nodded as he spoke, “It’s always good to, to win against a team like them.”

The Bengals had just beaten the Chiefs 23-20. The entire game was close, each team going back and forth with scoring. With just seconds left, Evan McPherson scored the game winning field goal, giving the Bengals another win before their mid season bye week.

“What are your plans for the bye week?” another reporter asked, causing Joe to move his gaze to the female reporter. He nodded as she continued.

“Watch film? Practice? Work out? Relax?” the reporter finished with a chuckle. A small smile made its way onto to Joe’s face as he answered the question.

“Yeah I plan on relaxing a bit, take a little break from the heavy workouts. I’ll definitely some film though, gotta keep that win streak going when we get back.” he smirked. Joe loved winning. Especially against the Chiefs. The Bengals were never the favored team when they play the Chiefs. It always felt good to prove all of their doubters and haters wrong.

He cleared his throat, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he spoke, “But uh, I’m actually going to spend most of it with Y/n, my girlfriend. She’s got some family in another state that we’re going to visit for a few days, take a mini vacation. I don’t get to spend a lot of time with her during the season, so I’m very excited.”

“Awe,” the reporter cooed, “I bet she’s excited too.”

Joe nodded, a smile pulling at his lips, “Yeah, she is. Like I said, she and I don’t get much time with just the two of us during the season. It’ll be good for us to take a little vacation together away from football.” He gushed as he talked about you.

“And you’ve been with her for how many years now?”

“Four. Met her my last year at LSU.” Joe said, a happy smile on his face.

You met Joe after the season opener in 2019. You were at your best friends house who happened to be dating someone on the football team at the time. The two of them were throwing a party and you and Joe both happened to be invited. He met you while you were pouring yourself a drink. The two of you hit off instantly, the night ending with him asking you out on a date. You went on a date in downtown Baton Rouge Friday after your classes and the rest was history.

“Do you guys take many vacations during the off-season?”

Joe shook his head, “Not really. We usually take one or two, but we like to stay in Cincinnati or Athens. But the off-seasons nice cause I get to spend all of it with my girl, so yeah.” Joe smiled. He didn’t talk about you often in interviews or press conferences because he liked to keep that part of his life pretty private. However, Joe didn’t mind gushing about you or your relationship every once in a while. The fans deserved to know how much he adores you.

A different reporter spoke up, “Will we be seeing an engagement in the future?”

Joe shrugged as a sly grin made its way onto his face, “Maybe.”

That’s all the confirmation the reporters and the football world needed. You were going to be Joe Burrow’s girl forever.

hey loves!!

first blurb of the night!🤩 this was a bit on the shorter side, but all blurbs will be different lengths depending on the concept and idea i get.

i’ll be posting some more in a bit :)

feel free to send me more ideas!! i won’t get to them tonight, but definitely in the next couple blurb nights!🤍

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libraryofgage · 11 months

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PJO Steddie Part Three

Part One | Part Two

I hope y'all are ready for some backstory in this bitch hfdjsk

Anyway, we learn some more godly parents, but one remains a mystery for now.

Also, if you like my writing, maybe consider commissioning me! I have, like, student loans hitting harder than I'd like, so I've opened commissions on ko-fi. You can read more about prices and such in this post.

Anyway, hope you have fun reading! And, as always, if you see any typos no you didn't ;)

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Getting to Athens, Tennessee, had required a mix of bus rides, a single divine taxi ride, and a pair of knock-off winged shoes that Eddie should probably put out of their misery before they get him killed. Getting back to camp, thankfully, only requires the van Steve and the kids use to get around.

Said van, at first glance, looks like a hunk of junk. It seems to have stepped right out of the 80s, its paint is faded and scratched with dents in more than a few spots, and the wheels look about two tiny potholes from popping. As they get closer, Steve pulls a key ring from his pocket, and Eddie notices that it's a physical key and not one of the wireless fobs.

When they get inside, though, the whole van is transformed. The seats are made of the softest leather Eddie has ever felt, there are seven in the back for all the kids to be comfortable without arguing about space, and the sheer number of cup holders is enough to bring Eddie near tears. "This is fucking metal," Eddie says, practically melting into the passenger seat as the kids buckle up in the back and Steve starts the van.

"I got it after we outgrew my BMW," Steve says, shrugging as he checks on the kids and Eddie before pulling out of the parking lot.

"Steve says it's a surprise gift from our father," El pipes up from the back.

"Yeah," Dustin says, his voice excited as he leans forward and pokes his head between Steve and Eddie, "Cuz he doesn't know he bought it!"

Steve snorts and pushes down the bill of Dustin's cap as he heads towards the highway.

"So, is Zeus your dad, too?" Eddie asks, twisting around to look at El.

"No. Steve and I share a human father," El explains.

Even without looking, Steve can feel Eddie's confusion. "I try not to think about how I came into being," he says. "Just know our father seems to be a bit of a slut for Greek mythological figures."

"Wait," Eddie says, waving his hand, "does that mean Zeus was, like, a woman? Is Zeus your mother?"

"No clue. Like I said, I prefer not to think about it," Steve says again, shooting Eddie a look.

And Eddie drops it despite his growing questions. When a gorgeous boy tells you to stop asking about the impossibility of his birth, you shut up and listen.

A while later, as Steve is about to drive over the Tennessee state line and the kids doze off in the back, Eddie glances at Steve and shifts in his seat. His leg starts to bounce, his fingers drumming against his knee, as he tries to figure out which question to ask first. Eventually, he ends up blurting out, "So how did you manage to not die?"

Steve blinks and snorts, stifling the rest of his laughter so he doesn't wake the kids. He glances at Eddie, an amused smile tugging at his lips. "Well, how much of the story do you want to hear?" he asks.

"All of it." Eddie wants to know everything about Steve. How has he kept all these kids alive and for how long? When did they start traveling the country like this? When did he learn about his heritage? What does he like? What does he hate? Does he believe in fated love and love at first sight?

Okay, that last one can probably wait a little longer. Like, two more days, at least.

Steve hums softly, tapping his thumb against the steering wheel as though he's trying to decide where to start. "I didn't know about Zeus until I was eleven," he finally says. "I only learned then because my dad couldn't figure out any other explanation for how lightning struck on clear days whenever I was angry at other kids."

"Didn't you have to deal with monsters?" Eddie asks.

"Yes. And no." Steve frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. "You know how in all those stories Zeus will change his form to get with all those women? Like, he'll become whatever he needs to get what he wants."

"I'm familiar, yeah."

"It's a little like that, but I don't change my form. I guess I change my vibe? I can make monsters think I'm the son of a lesser deity. It got even easier when El came along because monsters don't target her."

"Why not?" Eddie asks, perking up some. If El has somehow figured out how to make herself invisible to monsters, maybe other campers can learn, too.

Steve grimaces, and Eddie immediately pushes back the urge to push for more information when he says, "It's...complicated. Let's not get into it right now."

"Okay," Eddie says, flashing Steve what he hopes is a reassuring smile when Steve glances at him. "When did you meet El, then?"

"Five years ago now, when I was fifteen. El's mother showed up, dropped her off with me, threatened me with death if she ever got hurt, and then left. El was, like, just eleven at the time, and our dad was no help. He just shrugged it off and gave me a bigger allowance to care for her."

"Was he not around?"

"No. He...travels. We haven't spoken to him in four years. He hasn't tried speaking to us, either. Despite me literally being Zeus's kid, he can't exactly show me off or anything. And El...well, he can't take her to any functions, either."

Eddie nods, pushing down the urge to ask why. But Steve said he doesn't want to talk about it, so Eddie instead asks, "And what about the rest?"

Steve hums, merging into another lane. "Well, El and I stayed in place for about a year. Then we saw some weird snake monster dragging Will around like a road snack. We saved him, but I almost died. It was my first fight, you know? But I lived, obviously, and El and I agreed to take Will back to his hometown. School was one break anyway, so we just did a road trip in my BMW. We ran into Dustin and Mike along the way. Dustin had made these, like, mechanical wings, and Mike was goading him on to give them a try. We got to the cliff right as Dustin jumped off."

"Wait," Eddie says, holding his hand up to pause Steve's story. "Are you telling me the kid just...decided to recreate Icarus?" he asks.

"Yeah, pretty much. He thought he could actually succeed since he's so much smarter," Steve explains, getting an amused grin as he thinks of it. "Anyway, didn't work, obviously. Dustin fell but managed to catch himself on the cliffside, Mike was yelling his head off but not actually doing anything, and El just took off running toward them. Which meant I had to run toward them, too. So, Will is trying to calm Mike down, El is practically dangling herself over the cliff, and Dustin is lamenting the loss of his wings."

"How'd you rescue him?"

"I just climbed down myself," Steve says, shrugging like it's no big deal. "I had him get on my back and climbed up, chewed both kids out for doing something so dangerous, and then asked if they needed a ride home, which is how I found out they'd run away and were just wandering."

"Half-bloods running away is pretty common," Eddie says, sinking down in his seat as he watches the trees rush by in the darkness. "A lot of us don't feel understood by our human families, or we don't want to endanger them when monsters track us down."

Steve nods, gripping the steering wheel a little harder. "Yeah, that's what Dustin and Mike said, too. I couldn't just leave them alone, so I invited them to come with us. Mike and Will get along really well, and Dustin is a little shit, and it's good for El to have friends her own age, so it all worked out."

"That still leaves out three whole kiddos," Eddie says.

"Well, Lucas and Erica we met in Will's hometown. Their dad and Will's mom had found each other and, like, bonded over having demigod kids. When we brought Will back, we met Lucas and Erica at this, like, barbeque thing to celebrate him being safe. And their parents ended up suggesting that we continue the road trip so the kids could be around others like them before school started again."

"Usually," Eddie says, fiddling with one of his rings, "parents go two ways. They either get really obsessed with keeping their kids safe to the point they're never let out of the house, or they completely ignore and reject the godly influence. But it sounds like their parents weren't doing either of those."

"Having each other helped. There was someone they could turn to when they felt doubt or just wanted to complain. When you're isolated, though, you just do whatever you think will keep you going, even if it might hurt the people you care about."

"You put that...really well."

"I've had a lotta time to think about it," Steve admits, frowning slightly before sighing and continuing with the story. "Anyway, we met Max and her brother a few towns over. It's...not a great story, actually. Her brother was a dick, like, massively horrible. He had a lot of problems and took way too much after his godly father in terms of anger. We ended up fighting because of how he treated Max and it didn't end great, but Max joined us and that's when I realized we needed a new car because the kids were piled on top of each other in the back. We got this conversion van in the next town with my dad's credit card, and we've been traveling ever since."

It's a lot to take in, and Eddie can tell there's a lot that Steve is leaving unsaid, but he doesn't call him out for it. "Okay, so, the whole not dying thing?" he asks.

Steve snorts. "Well, when you're chaperoning a gaggle of demigods, you get good at fighting off monsters. We've also had some...help along the way from a few goddesses, though."

Eddie perks up, looking at Steve like he's an alien. "You got help from goddesses? Which ones?"

"Sometimes, I'll pray to Hestia and she'll direct us to a motel with vacancies that'll be safe for the night. Or, uh, Demeter. I'll pray to her and fruit will grow on some trees or something. Hecate treated us to lunch once, said she found us amusing, and thanked me for the entertainment. Nike, Lucas, Max, and I have all played basketball together. I mean, she smoked us, no question, but she's part of the reason this van can run a few more miles without any gas. Hera helped once, sorta."

"Hera helped you? Hera? The goddess notoriously known for hating children of Zeus? That Hera?"

"Yeah, kinda surprised me, too. But, I mean, she's also the goddess of motherhood or something, right? And all she really ever wants is Zeus to be faithful. I don't think it's too much to ask, and I can't imagine the bullshit she goes through because of him. Anyway, we were getting attacked by this hydra, and I was really struggling to protect the kids. I mean, those heads were practically tearing me apart. And then she just, like, walks up and flicks her hand and the thing is gone. She told me to do better and then, like, disappeared. Not the weirdest thing that's happened, but it's up there."

And Eddie is starting to understand how they're not dead. It's just Steve. Like the prophecy was just Steve. Somehow, he's managed to get himself into the good graces of several goddesses and get their help. It's not entirely unheard of to get a god's favor, but having so many just be genuinely interested in you is unthinkable.

Eddie gets it, though. Steve fascinates him. He's like a magnet that Eddie doesn't want to fight. "So, uh, the kids," Eddie says, trying to keep his mind from lingering on Steve and just how incredible he is, "Who are their parents?"

"Lucas and Erica are kids of Aphrodite."

"Oh, does she like you, too?" Eddie asks.

Steve frowns, looking like he's just been reminded of something sour and gross. "No, we're not on good terms," he says, his voice a little frosty, and Eddie's mouth is suddenly dry.

"Good to know," he manages, his voice a little strained.

"Anyway, Dustin is a child of Athena. Max's mom is Nemesis. Will's dad is Morpheus, and Mike's dad is Plutus. Which has worked out well for us, actually. He keeps finding money on the street whenever we really need it."

"What about El?"

"El's mother...is complicated. We don't really talk about her," Steve says, his words soft and pleading, and Eddie immediately zips his mouth shut, winking conspiratorially at Steve when he glances over.

Then he unzips his mouth and says, "You know, you're pretty metal, Stevie."

Steve laughs, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth and glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure the kids are still sleeping. When he sees that they are, he relaxes a little. "I've never been called metal before," he says, glancing at Eddie.

"Well, that's a shame. I'll be sure to tell you whenever you're being particularly metal, big boy."

"Big boy?" Steve asks, amusement clear in his voice, and Eddie suddenly worries that Steve doesn't actually like the nickname but it trying to play it off.

Unfortunately, the problem is that Eddie has never been one to filter himself. So when Steve calls him out for the nickname and he panics, Eddie's knee-jerk reaction is to say, "Oh, would you prefer something else? How about pretty boy? Sweetheart? Gorgeous? Handsome?"

Even though it's dark out, Eddie can still see the blush that spreads across Steve's cheeks, the way his fingers tighten on the wheel until his knuckles turn white. He's getting flustered, and Eddie feels himself getting flustered, too, at the idea that it's because of him. He suddenly wants to see what else he can say or do to make that blush spread, and he wants to know just how far it spreads beneath the collar of Steve's shirt.

"Just, uh, whatever you prefer, I guess," Steve mumbles, keeping his eyes resolutely focused on the road and missing Eddie's surprised expression. He does, however, sneak a glance just in time to see the surprise morph into an unbridled grin.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," Eddie says, leaning back in his seat and looking forward to spending the rest of this road trip discovering what makes his Stevie tick.

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joeybsversion · 10 months

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Pathetic

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe and reader see each other again years later

“Well thanks, Michelle! It was good to see you.” You smile and grab your bag from the older ladies hands. “I’m glad we caught up on the Athens, Ohio drama.” You laughed.

“Good to see you too. Don’t wait 5 years before you come back next time!” She called after you.

You were back in your home town, Athens, OH for the weekend dealing with a family dilemma. Athens was a small town, it really only had 2 main roads, both lines with gas stations, locally owned shops, and a few hotels. You grew up shopping at this same grocery store. Michelle had worked here since you were little and she recognized you the second you walked in. It was great to catch up with an old friend, but you were ready to escape this little town. You had stopped to grab a few things before heading to the hotel across the street for the night.

With another quick smile and wave, you pressed your back against the door to open it before it was quickly pulled away from you, causing you to lose your balance and almost fall backwards.

“Shit. Sorry!” Familiar hands reached up and helped steady you.

“Its ok.” You turned and were immediately frozen in shock. “Joe.” You gasped.

“What… oh my go—“ he nervously fiddled with his hands. “Hey.” He greeted you, clearly caught off guard. “What are you doing here?”

“Family stuff.” You nervously spit out. “What about you? Don’t you have practice or something?” You questioned.

“Bye week. Came home to support the local football team in play offs.” He put his hands in his pockets. “Are you staying at your parents?”

“No. Actually have a room at the hotel across the street.” You nodded your head in that direction. “I know it’s not the fanciest but it has a bed, and TV, and AC..” you nervously blabber. “Actually was just headed back to grab a drink and some dinner.”

Joe turned to look at the hotel before his eyes met yours again. “I’ll walk you over there.”

“Joe.” You laughed. “It’s literally 50 feet away. I’ll be fine.”

“I know… I just… would you… do you wanna catch up? Let me buy you a drink. It’s been what? 5 years since we’ve seen each other?” His eyes anxiously look around.

“Yeah sure.” You smile. “We probably have some catching up to do.”

You and Joe had dated for 4 years before you both left for colleges across the country from each other. He was now an NFL Quarterback and you were a wedding photographer. The breakup was messy, neither of you really got closure, and you hadn’t spoken since.

You followed Joe across the street and slid into the booth across from him. The room was dimly lit, the table sticky with booze, and the waitress was nosy. It was clear she recognized Joe, but he gave her one look after she dropped off your first round of drinks and made it clear she wouldn’t bother you both.

“So.” He cleared his throat. “How have you been? What’re you up to these days.”

You pressed your glass of wine to your lips and took a sip. “I’ve been good. Super busy. Started my own wedding photography business and basically spend all my time editing pictures.”

“Wow.” His eyes were wide. “Congratulations. I know that was always your dream.”

“Speaking of dreams, congrats to you Mr. Quarterback.” You teased.

He laughed and took a drink, shaking his head. “Yeah. It’s been a crazy ride.” A smile spread across his face. If there was one thing you still admired about Joe it was how humble he was. He’s graduated college less than a year ago and was already leading an NFL team to victory. “So, do you have a husband? Boyfriend?” He paused. “Girlfriend? Significant other?”

You laughed. “No, just me right now.” Your cheeks turned bright red. “Are you seeing someone?”

“Yeah.” He flashed the gold band on his ring finger. “Got married last year, just welcomed our first little one a few months ago.”

“Holy cow!” Your heart was crushed. “Congrats!” You faked a smiled and motioned to the waitress another round of drinks was needed. “Tell me about them!” You really didn’t want more details, but were just trying to be nice.

“My wife”, he flipped his phone around and his Lock Screen lit up, flashing a perfect picture of his beautiful wife and precious baby, “is truly superwomen. She’s taken on the roll of mom and NFL wife without an issue.” He smiled. “And baby Scarlett is just perfect.”

“You have a beautiful family.” You admitted. “Are they here with you?”

“No, just me. Hard to travel with a new born.” He looked at his phone again. “Actually if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go call them quick and say goodnight?” You nodded and he excused himself from the table.

You quickly finished your second glass of wine. Not sure if your face was hot from the alcohol or because you were holding back so many emotions. 5 years ago there was no doubt in your mind you would be Joes wife. But here you are, in a stuffy hotel bar single and talking about his newborn.

“Can I actually just buy a bottle?” You questioned as the waitress made her way around again. “And he’ll take another as well.” You motioned to Joes empty cup as she made her way back behind the bar to get your request.

Your face was buried in your phone as you googled Joe and his wife.

“Ordered me another I see.” Joe smirked as he sat back down across from you.

You quickly stashed your phone back in your purse. “I figured you’d be game for another round.” You laughed.

You and Joe spent the next few hours catching up, sharing drinks, and laughing about all of your old memories. The bar would be closing soon and you needed to get to bed, you had a long drive ahead of you tomorrow.

“I’ll walk you to your room.” Joe helped you from your seat, both of you stumbling and extremely tipsy.

“Thanks, Joe.” You slurred and took his hand.

You slipped your way into the elevator and up to the 7th floor before leading Joe down the hallway to your room. “Here it is.” You turned to him.

Joe grabs you around the waist, his hands shaking as though he might break you.

“Do you want to come in?” You whisper, your eyes locked on his.

He nods, his fingers still trembling and locked in your hips.

“You know I’m not going to break, right? I’m not as delicate as you think I am.” You giggle.

“I still feel like I’m going to break you.” His grip loosens even more. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we’d be back here and-“

You place a finger to his lip, silencing him. “Kiss me.” You whisper.

Joe crashes your lips together. His hands hungrily tracing every inch of your body. He lifts you up and without hesitation you wrap your legs around his hips, falling onto him as he sits on the edge of the bed before laying back.

You spend the rest of the night tangled up with Joe, his lips attacking yours.

“You ever think about us?” Joe asks after your long night. Your both laying in bed as the sun peaks through the curtains.

“Of course I do.” You answer, your voice horse and your lips swollen. “I think a lot about how timing is everything. We had the love, we had the whole universe. We just weren’t ready for each other.”

You both look at each other. And just like back then, there is so much love in your eyes. And somehow, the timing is still not right. And it seems that’s how things will always be for you and Joe, your timing will always be a little off.

“I think you need to go.” You clear your throat and break the stare between you two.

“What do you mean?” Joe pulls you into him.

“This isn’t right. We both know that. I really think you need to go. You have a wife and a family Joe. This isn’t fair.”

“What’s not fair,” he says, rolling away from you and throwing the comforter off of his body, “is that your about of put your clothes on and force me to leave this room.” He stands from the bed. “And I don’t know why.”

You stare at him, eyes wide and nervous. “Joe.” You say softly. “This isn’t right. You have to go. You need to.”

He plants a kiss on your cheek. “I still believe we’ll get our second chance. Somehow, someway we’ll find each other again. It’s pathetic, really, how much I still hope it’s you and me in the end.”

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shmaimy · 1 month

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Okay, I had a thought a few days ago and have been trying to get it right. But. I think I figured it out. (Don't expect 100% accuracy)

So, Pallas and Athena. Athena bursts out of Zeus' head, and confusion and chaos and Hera, so Athena ends up at Triton's camp/school/military base thing. There, she meets Pallas, Triton's daughter, and as such, is Poseidon's granddaughter. The two become close, very close. I've seen them be close as sisters and be lovers, and I'm not 100% sure what they were, but, I mean, they were Greek...

Nevertheless, Pallas means everything to Athena. Athena grows close with Pallas' family, I mean, her mom lives in her dad's head and said dad kicked her out, so...

Then, tragedy strikes. Pallas dies at Athena's hand. Whether it is a true accident, or Zeus' pride... Athena doesn't know what to think. She is sent away, basically banished by the grieving, who forget that she, too, is grieving a great loss.

Poseidon remains bitter, and continues pushing Athena away. They both remain bitter towards the other for thousands of years, and encourage their children to do so as well.

Put a pin in that.

Remember how there were a bunch of people that were really angry about Annabeth's casting? They were wrong, of course, but hear me out. Leah does look practically opposite to how Annabeth was described in the books. In fact, Walker looks more like Annabeth than Leah does (though, you gotta admit, they are their characters irl too, especially Walker)(also, i think the Annabeth being assumed to not be smart because she was blonde doesn't work as well as institutionalized and the many other types of racism. Athena's "gift/curse/however Annabeth described it" is still at play, so people really need to stop it with the hate towards Leah and Riordan)

ANYWAY I think it would be interesting if they made blondeness/light hair a Poseidon trait, and that's why Athena has avoided it like the plague since Pallas' death: its too painful. Contrastly, Poseidon gives his children light hair in honor of Pallas, as well as to torment Athena.

Specifically, Percy looks basically exactly like Pallas. It would drive this point further if the casting of Athena looks just like Annabeth, too. Thus, when Athena first tells Percy, "I do not approve of your relationship with my daughter, " we see so much more than just a spat over Athens (I mean, really, a salt water spring?), we see a romance to last the ages, and a tragedy who's thorns grow ever sharper. Athena is not just being selfish, not wanting a reminder of love lost, but she knows the fierceness of an ocean's love, and would not wish it lost on anyone, especially one of her own. Percy has had a choice thrust upon him: he will be the project child. To the best of everyone's knowledge, Percy will die at 16. Athena will do everything in her power to not hear her daughter cry tears over a child of the sea, not even she knows then so well herself.

(It could also be interesting if Percy looks like a mix of Athena and Pallas (because we know genetics are weird with the Gods), since that would cause extra pain in Athena's heart)(also makes Poseidon extra sad)

(OR Athena makes all her children look like Pallas to honor her. I don't like that one as much)

I also really like an idea I had that it was NOT Poseidon and Athena who invented the chariot, or however that went. Pallas and Athena invented it together, and Athena still uses that first chariot to this day.

Also, it could add some nuance to the Mark of Athena. When the Romans stole Athena, they erased Pallas from her story. Minerva looks like Pallas, and her love for Pallas is gone. She is not just searching for herself, she is searching for the string so interwoven with her own they are the same: she is searching for the soulmate erased from her story.

ALSO, or would be interesting to see this dynamic play out in the 4th book, when Percy is thought to be dead.

I want this to be released as a short film (I would be a great Pallas???? Think about it???? Am I selfish to think that??? Ambitious??? Yes???? What's your point?????????)

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phykios · 2 months

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If I Were A Blackbird, part 14 [co-written with @darkmagyk] [read on ao3]

The morning of her birthday, it wasn’t her alarm that woke her up, but her ringtone. Clumsily, she grasped for her phone, not even bothering with checking the caller ID, or rolling over so her face wasn’t smashed into the pillow, and mumbled a sleepy, “H’lo?” into the receiver.

Annabeth had two phones, a personal one and a professional one. The professional was mostly for show, as Helen commandeered most of her correspondence, and the personal was mostly for texting. Only a handful of people ever actually called her personal phone, and only one person did so with any regularity.

Sure enough, she could hear the smile in the voice of her favorite person in the world as he said, “God morgon, wise girl.”

“Mmm.” He’d been practicing his Swedish. Hot.

“Grattis på födelsedagen.”

“Hm.”

“Sleep okay?”

“Fine,” she yawned. “Would’ve been better if you were here.”

“If I could, I would.”

“Yeah, yeah.” With another yawn and a spine-cracking stretch, she shifted onto her side. “I’m issuing a royal decree that we’re not allowed to spend another birthday apart.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Both.”

“Yeah, because that’ll pass the Riksdag.”

“It will if I ask nicely.” She rubbed her eyes. “Video?”

“Probably not,” he said, disappointment palpable. “Lots of people here today. And I’m showing Estelle around in a bit.”

It was one of their little rituals they had developed over the years, a quick check-in before switching to a video call. More for her security than his, he had started asking if she were alone so he could see her, and as his star continued to rise and his calendar continued to fill up with meets and trainings, she had started to do the same. It wouldn’t do, he had said, for some rando to see a princess half-asleep when he called to wake her up from halfway around the world. She understood the subtext–they got so little privacy as it is. She wouldn’t want anyone muscling in on these few moments of true intimacy they had.

Didn’t mean she couldn’t be sad about it, though.

They had been together for about four years. Four years, more or less living together in New York, and yet they often couldn’t see each other for more than a couple of weeks together at a time. Those couple of weeks were always something close to perfect, though. The sweet, domestic days with Percy. He’d make her breakfast and lunch (but they would order out for dinner), they’d work out together, and he’d compliment her ability to keep up with an Olympic athlete while she stopped herself from making jokes about being a different sort of Olympian athlete. They’d watch Chopped or Xena Warrior Princess together. Have the kind of lazy afternoon sex on the couch she’d heard promises of but never dreamed could be so perfect. And they’d talk about life, and about each other. About what mattered and their hopes for the future.

A future that was probably going to be a little more stable soon. Once he won gold and retired.

Once she came clean, and they got married.

Then, no more mornings in opposite time zones.

Though it was not so opposite right now, at least. She’d gone back to Sweden after her little trip to Rome, and he was in Athens. The trip was just too long to New York to justify it, especially when she was going to turn back right away.

“I wish you were here.”

“I wish you were here,” he hit back. “How are the temporary digs?”

She was not staying in her usual apartment, because said apartment was being renovated. For things she might need soon. Like a bigger kitchen, and more bedrooms. That kind of thing.

She’d pored over it for about a year leading up to this. There was a built-in space for an aquarium in the living room. The perfect place for domestic life. One that would last more than a fortnight at a time.

And maybe a place to grow a family too.

Thought that at least, hadn’t been so directly talked about, other than it being something that had to happen, if she wanted to effectively cut Mary out of the bloodline by way of Percy’s princes and princesses. Which she did.

“Fine,” Annabeth said, “I’m only here for three days, anyway.” Her schedule was so tight, she only had enough time for a short stay in Stockholm between Rome and Athens. She’d been frontloading as many appearances and projects as she could, because after the Olympics, she and Percy had a big, celebratory vacation planned. A vacation she thought–hoped, anyway–might involve a ring, and an announcement.

And then the apartment in Sweden should be done. Though they would keep the New York apartment indefinitely.

“I can’t wait to explore Athens with you.”

“Me too,” Annabeth said. “The great seat of Pallas Athena.” Where she would tell him the truth.

“Hopefully she’ll be helpful to me in my races,” Percy said. “We’re going exploring today.”

“All the cousins?”

“Of course. Estelle is very excited.”

Annabeth could picture it. Last summer, the Jackson-Blofis family had come to visit her in Sweden, and Annabeth had happily utilized her position to take them on the ultimate VIP tour. She had been happy to do all the normal touristy things, but she had been over the moon at some of the more off the beaten path places Annabeth had taken them to, like the Disgusting Food Museum. That one had really tickled her ten-year-old sensibilities. She had a wonderful picture, too, of Estelle and her older brother, lounging on the rocky coast of Öland, sharing a broad, cheeky smile.

She wanted more. A whole album of Estelle and her brother, just for Annabeth. “Send me a picture.”

“Any requests?”

“Depends on what you’re doing.”

“All the usual touristy stuff.”

She frowned, thinking. Not that he could see it. “Something Athena-y.”

“I’m literally in Athens.”

“Then it should be easy for you.” Annabeth said, “And make sure to get me something with you and Estelle.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Percy said, “What’s the plan for your birthday?”

“Brunch with my dad and Magnus and Alex, and a few of their friends,” she said, “and then a flight to Greece.”

“I like that bit,” Percy said, his grin audible. “Are we still on for dinner tomorrow to celebrate?”

“Eight PM, full table and dinner service at the King George. Helen’s reserved the whole rooftop for us.”

“And I can give you your birthday present.”

“You’d better.” Though truthfully, she didn’t care. She just wanted to see him. She wanted to see him so badly. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“How are you?”

He sighed, crackling over the phone. “I’m tired.”

Annabeth sat up, crossing her legs beneath her. “What’s wrong?”

She could picture him, clear as day: his head tipped forward, his fingers massaging his temples, the furrow in his brow she always thought was cute even deeper and more pronounced. “Nothing, it’s just…” He sighed again. “It’s hot, and training is a lot, and my roommate is kind of a dick, and my–I just really feel the pressure this time around.”

“From your coach?” she asked, kindly.

“...Yeah. Him, too.”

She frowned. “Who–”

“Is that Annabeth?” interrupted a voice over the phone, one she recognized just as well. “Can I talk to her? Hi Annabeth!”

“Estelle says ‘hi.’” Percy added.

“I say hi back,” Annabeth replied.

“Hi Annabeth! Percy misses you a lot!”

“Come on, squirt, don’t rat me out like that.”

Annabeth laughed, helpless to stop the broad grin which stretched across her face. “Sounds like you’re headed out.”

“Yeah,” he said, but he sounded sad about it. “I love you.”

“I’ll see you soon,” she promised. “I love you, too.”

Her birthday proceeded from there as she was promptly swarmed by her hair and makeup people. She had managed to negotiate her team down from a full on fancy dinner to a light, cheerful, birthday brunch instead, in lieu of skipping the whole thing entirely. It was a compromise that paid off–a lighter budget played well in the headlines, and a smaller guest list meant that Annabeth could spend the day with people she actually liked. It still necessitated a nice dress and a proper hairstyle, but instead of inviting endless, vaguely disapproving ministers, it was strictly friends and family only: her brothers, Magnus and Alex, a handful of their friends and partners. The atmosphere was downright pleasant, and laughter filled the drawing room along with the gentle clink of mimosa glasses.

Annabeth was enjoying herself. Honestly. But still, she caught herself checking the time every twenty minutes or so. Hopefully unobtrusively, but as the brunch wore on, she began to care less and less how obvious she might have been. Seven hours to her flight. Six hours, forty minutes to her flight. Six hours, twenty minutes.

At the five hour mark, her father tapped her on the shoulder. “Why don’t you go ahead and head out for your flight? I can take care of things for you here.”

She blinked, taking a second for her focus to snap into place. Then she processed what he said. “You’re… letting me leave?”

“Of course!”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, absolutely. You’ll want to leave soon if you have any hope of beating the traffic.” He winked at her.

After all these years, she thought she would have gotten used to her father quietly going to bat for her, giving her outs to let her do what she wanted. But it still made her dangerously close to tearing up, every single time. She threw her arms around him, squeezing tight, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

And stayed for another half hour, for good measure.

Though maybe she should have slipped out, because as soon as she stood up from the couch, smoothing her skirt, and made for the door, somebody–Magnus, likely–wolf-whistled behind her. And as much as she would love to have made a rude gesture in response, she restrained herself to a simple eye roll and a mental note to text Alex so they could come up with a plan for revenge later.

She had packed the night before, full of enthusiasm and a rare bout of productivity, so after an entirely traffic-free drive to the airport, she was making herself comfortable in the first-class lounge, day-dreaming about the next time she and Percy would go on an unchaperoned cruise (soon, with any luck) when her thoughts began to wander. Which was a shame. She vastly preferred to think about Percy. But if she thought about Percy, then she couldn’t help but think of other things.

If she had to describe Percy, there were a million words she could use–kind, talented, strong, and yes, handsome–but one that deserved to be near the top of her list was brave. Because he was brave. He had entered her world of careful, agonizing scrutiny without so much as a second thought, and he had conducted himself just about perfectly. As much as she tried not to, Annabeth hadn’t been able to help herself from following the headlines over the course of their relationship.

There had always been the fear that he wouldn’t be accepted by her country. And as much as Annabeth wanted to pretend that the only opinion she valued was her own, it just wasn’t true. Having her father support her relationship had been a huge relief, and watching as Percy slowly won over the rest of the country had felt like surfacing for air after having nearly drowned. Because of course he would win them over. He was kind, talented, strong, handsome, brave, and a million other things, too.

But there was still one aspect of her life he had yet to face.

And she would be lying if she said she wasn’t terrified of it.

The thought gnawed at her through boarding, taxi, and takeoff, leaving her feeling strangely unsettled. She felt jittery, erratic, bursts of unspent energy zipping up and down her limbs. She ended up going to the bathroom multiple times, just to stretch her legs, and work off whatever it was that was bothering her.

Sadly, though, the energy remained.

And, when she came back from the bathroom the third time, someone was in her seat.

This was strange for multiple reasons, the first being that this was the first-class cabin, they were mid-flight on the way to Greece, and the only other people in the cabin were Hans and Helen. Second, and this wasn’t something Annabeth liked to throw around without purpose, but she was, in fact, a princess. Princesses didn’t have to worry about strangers sitting in their seats, no matter where they were–plane, train, gala, game.

Third, and strangest of all, the person sitting in her seat wasn’t a stranger. It was her mother.

“Annabeth,” said the goddess, with a slight incline of her head.

She swallowed, throat dry. “Mother.”

“I trust you are well?”

“Yes.”

“Please.” She motioned to the seat next to her, with the kind of perfect poise that Annabeth still struggled to maintain, even after a decade of etiquette lessons. “Join me.”

Gingerly, Annabeth sat.

After a moment, Athena raised her eyebrow. “You seem unsettled, daughter. Are you frightened?”

Yes. “No, mother, just… It’s a surprise to see you, is all.”

She hummed. “Yes, I suppose it has been a while, hasn’t it?”

Fifteen years, six months, and twenty-four days, but who was counting? “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

Athena crossed one leg over the other, the graceful motion perfectly preserving the crease of her designer pants suit. “I am here,” she said, “to check on your progress.”

“My… progress.”

“Yes.” She took a sip of a glass of… something… that had appeared in her hand.

Her brain stuttered, mind flipping through her current projects. Would Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, really want to hear about her preliminary designs for creating larger, quicker, and more energy-efficient elevators? Or her plans for creating a new sculpture garden in Rosendal?

“How goes your search?”

“My–” Oh, duh. In her mind’s eye, she saw Percy, grinning cheekily at her. Thought you were supposed to be a wise girl? “My search, right. Well…”

Athena eyed her, her bright gaze unfathomable.

Annabeth shifted in her seat. There wasn’t much to report. She’d spent as much time in Rome as she could manage to carve out, but had very little to show for it. Her princess schedule seemed to get more and more stuffed by the day. “Well, I’ve–I think I’ve narrowed it down to the eastern bank of the Tiber.”

She nodded, thoughtful. “Yes. That is consistent with the findings of your half-siblings. Is there nothing else?”

Trying not to bristle, Annabeth rolled the fabric of her skirt between her fingers. “Unfortunately, mother, I haven’t been able to devote much more time than I already have–”

Athena waved her off, a small, elegant motion that had all the force of a shield slamming into her. “I understand. I know that there are other things which require your attention.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. “I’m doing the best I can, mother.”

“I know.” Annabeth risked a glance up. Her mother’s eyes betrayed nothing–no hint of sympathy for her child’s plight. She wondered idly how many more children before her had gone on this same wild goose chase. How far they had gotten. Whether or not their mother had been proud of them.

Then Annabeth perked up as she remembered. She did have something new to report. “Actually, there is a new lead.”

“Oh?”

She nodded. “I met the gods of the city: Rhea Silvia and Tiberinus.”

That got her attention. Athena’s gaze sharpened, her head tilted ever so slightly. “Really.”

“They said that I was close, and that I needed, um, some kind of document? And someone to be my champion.” She looked sideways at her mother. “Do you know what they meant?”

Athena frowned, her fine features not losing an ounce of their beauty. “Possibly,” she offered, after a moment. “What else did they say? About the champion?”

“Rhea said something about a ‘friend with the sea-blood.’ I don’t know–I mean, I thought maybe they were talking about Hans, because of his ancestry, but I’m not sure…”

“No,” she murmured. “I doubt the gods were referring to your guard.”

Well, great. Back to square one.

“Tell me,” said Athena, “about your companion. The sailor.”

Annabeth blinked. “You know about Percy?”

“Of course. You are my daughter, after all. I have taken a great interest in you.”

Something hot bubbled in her core. Annabeth couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But, if she knew about Percy… Well, lying about him probably wasn’t a good move. “He’s–he’s really great. He’s actually very smart. You know, there’s a lot more statistics in sailing than most people realize–”

“Do you trust him?”

That brought her up short. “Yes. Of course I trust him.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”

Athena shifted, and if Annabeth didn’t know better, she would say her mother was… uncomfortable. “You know, he recently made a sacrifice to me.”

Maybe the altitude was messing with her ears, because, what? Percy did what? “A sacrifice?”

“Yes. Solely for victory in his upcoming race. Very traditional.”

Hopefully she was referring to the tradition, and not the sacrifice itself.

But also–Percy made a sacrifice to a goddess? Since when was he into paganism and ritual sacrifice? Annabeth felt like she would have noticed that, even with the limited time they spent together!

Her mother’s voice pulled her attention back. “Be careful with that one, daughter.”

Annabeth frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I sense that he will have a choice to make, and soon. He could be a great asset to your quest–or he could spell the end of the search, and any hope of recovering the prize will be lost to eternity.”

What did that mean? “Mother–”

“Be well, Annabeth. And,” she leaned in, gently pushing a stray curl out of Annabeth’s face. “Happy birthday. I do so hope you shall have great joy in the coming weeks.”

“Wait–”

The intercom crackled, the pilot’s voice coming in in spurts. “Ladies and gentlemen,” came the voice, “this is your captain speaking. We have just started our descent and we expect to land in Athens in just about twenty minutes. The weather in Athens is sunny, as you might expect, with a temperature of thirty degrees celsius…”

“Excuse me.”

Annabeth whipped around, staring at the flight attendant, who gave her a bright, winning smile.

“Our sincerest apologies, your highness, but we will be landing shortly, and we must ask you to return your chair to its upright position.”

“What? Oh.” Quickly, fumbling for the little button, she brought her seat back up, face heating. “Thank you.”

But when Annabeth turned back around, her mother had vanished.

***

“Percy? Hey, Earth to Percy?”

He blinked. “What?”

Luke was waving his hand in front of Percy’s face. “Anybody home?”

Percy swatted it away.

“There he is,” he laughed. “You good?”

“You don’t hear that?”

“Hear what?”

It sounded again. “That.”

He looked around, bemused, at the massive crush of people swarming the street. “Kind of hard to hear anything, kiddo.”

Luke had a point. They were smack dab in the middle of Athens, at the bottom of the Acropolis, in the height of tourist season. The street was fairly teeming with people, thousands of voices filling the air in dozens of languages, playing merry hell with his ADHD.

Or at least it would be, if it weren’t for that weird sound.

“Sorry, I just… sorry,” Percy managed.

Luke paused, his mirth slipping off his face. “You okay?”

Percy gave him a look. “What kind of question is that?”

“A pertinent one.”

“Well, I’m fine.”

“Are you?” Luke was frowning in that ‘concerned big brother’ way that Percy used to crave when he was a kid, because at least that look meant that the older boy considered him family, rather than an annoying hanger-on. Now, Percy kind of wanted to hit it off his face. “Because you seem a little… unsettled.”

The noise sounded again, rattling inside of his ears. “I’m fine.”

“Percy.”

“I’m fine!”

“Are we talking about Percy’s shitty emotional state?” came a new voice.

Percy whirled around. “Where did you even come from?”

Nico, as he often did, had emerged from nowhere, a small tourist shop bag in his grip. “You’re never fine.”

“You’re not part of this conversation.”

“Ooh, can I join in? I love talking about Percy’s shitty emotional state.”

He whirled around again. “Don’t swear in front of my sister.”

Hazel, also holding a plastic tourist shop bag, raised an eyebrow, completely unperturbed. “Like she hasn’t heard worse.”

Next to her, adorned in one of those silly gold laurel crowns, Estelle grinned. “Shit!” she chirped in her bright, eleven year old voice.

Percy groaned, throwing up his hands. “Great. Now both parents are going to be pissed at me.”

“What,” Luke scoffed, “is Paul mad because he had to find out through the grapevine about William’s after-dark activities instead of getting them from the source?”

“No, it’s–” He sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “I’m talking about my dad.”

The good mood evaporated between them in an instant, a silent chill descending on them in the heat of the day. Even Estelle was affected, her big eyes shining with sudden concern as they looked between her siblings and cousins.

“What do you mean your dad?” Luke asked, hushed but not in the least subdued.

Nico glanced around. “He’s here?”

“He’s everywhere,” Percy shrugged. “Just like your dad. And yours.” He nodded at Luke, who grimaced.

“It’s an annoying habit they have.”

“Where?”

“The maritime museum, in Piraeus.”

“Makes sense,” said Hazel, looking thoughtful. “What did he want?”

Rolling his eyes, Percy began to herd them towards a newly vacated bench in the shade. It was too godsdamned hot out here. “To bother me about my race, what else?”

Nico gingerly perched on the edge of the seat, tensed like he was about to run into the nearest shadow. “But what did he say?”

“I told you, he wanted–”

He shook his head. “Not what he wanted, what he said. Specifics.”

“Why?” asked Luke.

“Because when my dad popped in to check on my quest, he ended up giving me the final clue I needed to finish it.” He smiled at his sister, who took his hand, and squeezed it. “Anyway, what I’m saying is, words matter. Especially when they’re coming from a god.”

Percy scoffed. “Why would he even bother coming to see me? It’s just a race.”

“But it’s not just a race,” said Hazel. “Your dad came to see you. Personally.”

“So? There’s no–no non-mortal part of this. You,” he pointed at Nico, “you had to find a magic sword. And your dad told you to retrieve a golden apple.”

“Don’t remind me,” Luke grumbled.

“This is just the Olympics. There’s nothing magical about it.”

Luke gave him a slightly patronizing look. “Bro, it's literally named after the gods.”

“And you’re a part of it,” said Hazel. “I think that would qualify as something magical, even if it wasn’t an ancient Greek festival to Ju–to Zeus.”

The sound rang out in his head again, and Percy groaned, temple throbbing. “It’s just a stupid race. It's not even the Isthmian Games! Why should he care about some dumb modern secular game? It’s not like he cares about any other part of me!”

Luke’s mouth twisted in a sympathetic grimace. Nico and Hazel shared a look, uncomfortable. And Estelle slid over, giving her big brother a big hug, before releasing him, kicking her legs against the cobbled street.

“What did he say?” Nico asked again.

Percy sighed. “I don’t know, he asked if I was ready for my race, and then he talked about Theseus and Bellerophon or whatever. And then he asked why I made a sacrifice to Hera.” The conversation was coming back in bits and pieces, made sluggish from the heat of the day.

“Hera?”

“Yeah. He… he was talking about Annabeth,” he said, remembering. “He said that he didn’t like her.”

They stared at him, identical confused frowns on their faces. Save Estelle, who was distracted by one of the hundreds of stray cats, attempting to lure it closer with a wiggle of her fingers.

“What?” Luke’s voice cut through, incredulous. “Who wouldn’t like Annabeth? She’s awesome.”

“Why would he even bring her up in the first place?” asked Hazel. “She’s… you know, mortal.”

“Do you think he’s… interested? In her?” Nico looked vaguely queasy at his own question.

They all fell silent, contemplating such a possibility. It wasn’t impossible. Annabeth was beautiful, intelligent, powerful, in her own way. All things that the gods historically tended to be attracted to. And they all knew it was rarely a good thing when a god was interested in a mortal.

Percy shook his head, clearing his mind of some frankly disturbing thoughts. “No, I don’t think so. He just said that he didn’t like her. That she was the enemy.”

“The enemy?” Hazel asked.

“The hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know! It’s weird to me, too!” Percy stood up. He could no longer stand it. “And don’t you hear that ringing?”

“Percy,” Nico said quietly. “We don’t hear anything.”

Luke held out a comforting hand. “Where is it coming from?”

Screwing his eyes shut, he focused his thoughts. The sound rang out again, reverberating in his ears, down through his spine and his chest, sending tingles through his fingers. His body was a bell, a conduit, a lightning rod for something else. An unknown energy poured itself into him, filling him to his skin, nearly fit to bursting.

Which was all well and good, but he still didn’t know where it was coming from.

He threw his hands up.

“Here,” said Luke. “Let me try something.”

Slipping his phone out of his pocket, he quickly scrolled through his apps. Nico leaned over, curious, then incredulous. “Dice? Really?”

“It’s a tried and true divination technique.”

“With real dice, maybe. But a phone app?”

“Well unless you have a D12 in your pocket, this is what we’ve got.”

Nico harrumphed, folding his arms. “For the millionth time, Mythomagic is a card game, not a dice game–”

“Just roll it, please,” Percy interrupted.

Flashing a grin at Percy, Luke raised his arms as if in supplication, phone in hand. He closed his eyes, and began to chant in their ancient tongue, “I call upon you, who are seated in the middle of a field, you who with power direct the universe, at whom the serpents tremble, whom the mountains dread, whom nymphs fall down to worship, whom the sun and moon fall down to worship.” A cool, soothing breeze wafted past, ruffling their hair, a faint scent of frankincense on the wind. “You who have heaven for your throne,” he went on, “either as a place for your dancing place, and earth as your footstool. Holy, boundless, boundless, star organizer, gold-sandaled god, reveal your wisdom to us.”

Then he brought his phone back down, and tapped the screen.

They crowded around for a look.

The little rolling animation stuttered, frames dropping, until the image landed on a number. “Four,” Luke said.

“Wow,” Nico deadpanned. “The revelation. It’s overwhelming.”

Luke huffed. “You have to roll it three times.” He tapped the screen again, revealing the next number: six. He went for a third roll–and then the app started playing an ad for the Acropolis.

In unison, they groaned.

Come visit the Byzantine Cistern on the Acropolis slope! It cheerfully proclaimed, in bright white letters. Acropolis and slopes tickets can be purchased online, or in-person.

“I told you,” said Nico. “Dice divination barely works with actual dice, let alone a phone app.”

“Well, what’s your idea, then? Summon some zombies in the middle of a crowded street? Autopsy one of the cats, maybe?”

“Wait,” said Percy. “Hold on.”

Percy had been in Athens for a while. He’d been surrounded by marketing for the Acropolis literally from dawn to dusk–it was on every billboard, every poster, every single inch of Olympics marketing. The Acropolis was the crown jewel of Athens tourism, and Percy had been blasted by enough ads for the archaeological site that he practically had them memorized.

But he had never seen this one before.

The little video ad was showing an aerial view of the south slope, a drone camera slowly circling around, showing off the various finds from the hill. He saw the Odeon, the temple of Asclepius, the theater of Dionysus… then again… then again… then again. The camera was circling one ruin in particular.

Come see the beautiful Byzantine Cistern! Proclaimed the ad again in big, white, obvious letters.

“Guys,” he breathed, “I think this is the revelation.”

“Ha!” Luke crowed. “Score one for the dice!”

Of course, Luke changed his tune after they had been waiting in line to get into the Acropolis site for over thirty minutes. In the blazing sun. During the hottest part of the day. In fucking Athens.

“Stupid dice,” he muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Apollo should have kept them.”

Nico glared at them, his dark hair plastered to his skin.

Hazel and Estelle had bowed out of this part of the quest–Estelle had already visited the site, and something about the whole thing was giving Hazel a bad feeling. “I’m not sure,” she had said, only half-apologetically. “It just feels… wrong, to me. Like I shouldn’t be there.”

“You just want to wait in the shade with some iced coffee.”

She had smiled at her brother. “That, too. Besides, three is the best number for a quest. So me and the mortal would just be in your way.”

“Hey!” Estelle had pouted, even though anyone with eyes could see she was more than happy with the promise of an air conditioned Starbucks and the illicit coffee Hazel would definitely give her.

“Why are we even waiting in this line?” Luke asked. “I can get you through, no problem.”

“I already snuck into the Parthenon to make a sacrifice, I don’t want to push my luck.” A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he pulled out his phone, flipping open the camera.

“What are you doing?”

“I promised Annabeth a tourist selfie.” He angled the camera towards the three of them, sweaty and unkempt and miserable. “Say cheese!”

Nico, somehow, glared even harder.

But eventually, they finally made their way in, Percy having paid for both of their tickets in exchange for their company. They followed the movement of the crowd, winding their way past tour groups and camera rigs, ducking the selfie-takers and the amateur videographers, until they had passed the theater of Dionysus, and had come to a fork in the path. “Here,” said Percy. “Look.”

A little stone plaque announced their location. ΒΥΖΑΝΤΙΝΗ ΔΕΞΑΜΕΝΗ, it said. Byzantine Cistern.

“This is it.”

“Really?” Nico asked. “It doesn’t look like much.”

He wasn’t wrong. The stone roof of the cistern barely came up to Percy’s chest, the bricks long since grown over with grass and wildflowers. Behind the rusting metal gate was a wooden platform, a dented bucket, and a piece of lighting equipment, shoved in an out of the way corner and forgotten. But beyond the wooden platform was a yawning darkness, a promise of greater space under the earth, of an answer to be found.

Percy breathed in, and smelled the salty air of the ocean. The bell in his head resounded, vibrating deep in his chest. “It’s here. Trust me.”

“Okay. How do we get in?”

“Hey,” said Luke. “Check this out.” He had cleared a patch of grass from the sloping side of the cistern. There, too clean to be an accident, was a triangle, scratched into the brick wall. A delta.

“The Labyrinth,” he said, stunned. “All the way over here?”

Nico hugged himself, frowning. “Do you think it’s the same one? Or…”

“It’s got to be,” Luke said, “or at least it used to be.” He stepped back, gesturing to the wall. “Percy?”

“Why can’t you open it?”

“It’s your quest,” he said. “You do it.”

Couldn’t argue with that logic. With only a little hesitation, then, Percy approached the wall, and laid his hand over the symbol. The delta glowed blue, then the wall split open, the earth pulling apart until it began to reveal a staircase, descending into the thick darkness. He looked around, half-expecting a burly Greek security guard to jump out of the bushes and arrest them all for tampering with an ancient monument, or a tourist snapping photos of the fissure which just appeared in the dirt, but no one was paying attention to them. The crowds mingled on, studiously avoiding the Byzantine ruin.

“Well?” he asked his cousins. “Shall we?”

They followed him without much complaint, though they both looked distinctly unhappy. Nico, Percy knew, had lived in the Labyrinth for a few months, trying to find information on his mother, while Luke just really didn’t like going underground. Like, really. Percy took a moment to bask in the love and affection he had for these two, following him down a magical, subterranean staircase on nothing more than a whim and a revelation in the form of a phone game ad. “I wish we’d brought Hazel,” Luke muttered. “She’s better underground than the squirt here.”

Percy looked back at Nico. “You just gonna take that?”

He shrugged. “He’s not wrong.”

Luke had offered up his phone flashlight, but as they descended further, they found they didn’t need it. A soft blue light emanated from the walls, as the harsh, thin lines of Roman brickwork and modern excavation gave way to soft, solid, gently-rippled stone walls, the bricks becoming taller, wider, smoother, and at the bottom of the staircase, they could see a muted, orange glow. Lower down, the steps widened, growing shallower, as the room opened up, revealing a large cavern, the high, domed ceiling held up by impossibly tall, thick, plain columns. They didn’t have the decoration on the sides–the fluting, Percy recalled Annabeth telling him–that basically every other column type had, which meant that they were old. Very old.

“What is this place?” Luke whispered, his voice echoing in the empty cavern.

“Don’t know, but it’s old,” Percy said.

“No kidding.” Nico reached out, placing a hand on the temple. “This stone is ancient. Even for us.”

“Do you hear that?” The ringing in Percy’s head had stopped, replaced instead by… a faint trickle of water?

The long rows of columns lead them to the end of the temple, for that’s what this place had to be. There was no altar, but there was a jagged crow’s-foot shape as long as a human body, lumpy and white, like stone scar tissue. Percy knelt, touching the rock, and his fingers came back wet. He sniffed them–saltwater–and sat back on his heels, his shoulders suddenly heavy.

Luke came up behind him. “What is it?”

“This is the place,” Percy said.

“What place?”

“Where the rivalry started. Look.” He gestured again to the rock. “That’s where my father struck the trident, creating the saltwater spring.”

“Woah.” Nico came over, bending for a better look. “So this is where he lost.”

He had to bite down the retort that threatened to rise up, pouring out of his throat that no, Poseidon didn’t lose, he still had a temple and a whole ass port dedicated to him even if he wasn’t chosen for patron. It was almost instinctual to defend his father… in the godly realm, at least.

But Nico was right, after a fashion. His father had lost the contest, right here in this spot, a loss so profound that it was written into the very foundations of the city. An insult like that could be deadly to a god. Maybe that was why he was being so hard on Percy and his race. He needed a win, specifically in this city, in order to prop up his ego. Which, fine, Percy could understand, if not sympathize. But if all he was worried about was a gold medal, then what the hell did Annabeth have to do with anything? Why did his father call her the enemy?

From the corner of his eye, something glinted in the low, blue light. “Give me your flashlight,” he gestured to Luke, somewhere behind him.

His cousin obliged. There was something there, covered in a thick layer of dust, almost like it had been buried here. He pulled out a small, smooth disk of bronze the size of a tea saucer, and when he used his shirt to wipe it, he could see delicate letters and illustrations etched on the sides.

He squinted. The lines seemed to form some kind of shape–a bird? Maybe an eagle? But before he could look more closely, the illustrations vanished, melting into the metal.

“What is it?” Luke asked.

Percy shrugged. “No clue.” He stood up, and the boys crowded around him for a better look. “There were markings on it a second ago, and then they just… vanished.”

“Let me see.” Nico held it in his fingers, twisting it this way and that, scrutinizing every inch. “What kind of markings?”

“I didn’t get a close enough look, but I thought it might be a bird.”

“An eagle?” Luke suggested. “Could be Roman.”

Nico frowned. “Maybe. But this is definitely bronze, not gold.”

Well, Percy was stumped. “So what’s the verdict?”

“Old,” he said. “Very powerful.”

“I could have told you that,” Luke muttered.

“You probably shouldn’t lose it.”

Percy deliberated for a second, then passed it over to Luke. “You hang onto it.”

“Me? Why?”

“Because it would end up in your pocket by the end of the day anyway.”

“I resent that accusation.”

“You literally lifted my wallet this morning.”

He opened his mouth, as if to argue his case, but sighed instead, slipping the disk into his pocket, where Percy knew it would be very safe indeed. When Luke kept a hold of something, he kept it locked up tight. It would be secure in his cousin’s sticky fingers.

They trudged their way back up the staircase, squinting as the bright light of the Athens sunshine burned down on them. It didn’t look dramatically lower than when they had gone in, and Luke checked his watch to confirm that they hadn’t lost too much time. Down at the bottom of the hill, through the thinning crowd of tourists and past the metal fence, Percy could see Hazel and Estelle, sitting on a bench and sharing a couple of ice cream cones. His sister spotted them first, perking up, and waving her arms frantically, drops of melted vanilla flinging onto the street.

“C’mon, guys,” he said, fingers tingling with the phantom sensation of the bronze disk. “Let’s get out of this heat.”

Because surely, that was the source of the weight he suddenly felt on his shoulders, the stickiness on the back of his neck. The hot, powerful Athens heat. Nothing else.

#my fic #pjo fic #percabeth #pjo #princess sailor au #we are so fucking back

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whore-ibly-hot · 1 year

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Heya, hope you're doing well. I was wondering on the yans with a body conscious darling? Specifically with their tummy and thighs, totally not feeling body conscious myself lol.

Thank you! (Also may I be 💍 anon? :0)

ARRRRAARAR I LOVE THIS ASK

As a bigger girl myself, I am no stranger to being body self conscious. While I am on a really successful weight loss journey right now, my thighs and tummy are my most embarrassing areas in my mind. I'm happy to make an short piece based on this, 💍 anon!

First and foremost, there are two stand out yanderes who love your tummy and thighs. This would be Joey and Fritz. Joey's town is old fashioned, and Fritz is literally in the olden days. Back then, wide hips were seen as a sign a lady could carry a child easier and bear more. Since both Joey and Fritz crave a family, the adore it. Upon learning you are self conscious, they would bathe you in compliments, and whether or not it removes the anxiety it does feel nice.

The Mean-girls, or at least Maggie, have unending confidence. Because of this, they don't really know how to make you feel hot. They've always either told themselves they were gorgeous, or told losers at school they weren't. So, Maggie and Sasha would take you shopping, in an attempt to retail therapy the sadness away. This happens to be Sasha's favorite pass time. Meanwhile, Lindsey would be trying to figure out what conscious meant.

Ahmed would go the route of showering you in compliments about your body, but mostly just tries to make you feel better by putting himself down. You feel ugly? Don't worry, your a godess, it's a lowly worm like him who's the disgusting one. Patrick would just try to plow you, telling you the nastiest things he can think of pertaining to the parts that make you upset. Telling you to get used to loving your stomach because it will swell much bigger when he fucks you full of his seed, or how he wants you to trap his head between your thighs.

Mattias would be gentle, and kind. As I mentioned, he craves physical touch from you, and loves using your body as a pillow. He would explain in more than just compliments, but rather a speech about how beautiful you are to him. He would also offer to go to the gym with you, and teach you how to use some of the machines there, if only so he can see you in workout clothes.

A thicker woman was seen as beautiful in ancient Athens, so Puck would be very confused as to why you didn't think you were beautiful. He would take you to see human statues and paintings of beautiful women, to show you the similarities in your figure and there's.

Carl would definitely take a similar approach to Patrick, and try and fuck the negative thoughts out of your mind. He'd also be more possesive, telling you not to think bad things about HIS possessions, his girls tummy, his girls thighs.

Gabriel wouldn't be the kindest about it, telling you to not worry about vanity, and to not insult your appearance, as his God made you in his image. Joshua wouldn't say anything, to stubborn to compliment you the way he wished. Instead, the few times you both cuddle he would silently pay more attention to those area.

Last but not least, Johannes is to awkward to voice how he feels, so he would do whatever Fritz told him to...

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avalil18 · 7 months

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This Town

Summary: you come back home for a year but you find yourself deeply in love with your childhood friend again but once it’s time to part ways it gets hard.

Warnings:fluff, tears

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Y/n POV

It was a cold morning in Athens and I was waking up in a room that wasn’t mine. It was joes. Joe Burrow, my best friend since kindergarten and the only person i have ever loved is holding me in his arms. I’m supposed to leave back to New York City today. My work needs me back after I’ve been gone for a year. My dad passed away last year and I came to spend time with mom to make sure she has been doing ok. She is doing much better but I’m still worried. Thankfully the Burrows are right across the street and come over all the time to check up on her. Joe and I confessed our feelings towards each other a couple months ago but we haven’t told our families yet. We want to keep it on the low for now. But I am devastated I have to leave joe. I cried in his arms last night as he shed a few tears himself. I didn’t want to leave him but I have to get back to work and he has to start off season training tomorrow and Athens is two hours away so he is leaving late this morning as I am leaving late tonight so we have to say goodbye. It was seven in the morning when Joe and I both got up.

“Good morning!”-joe

“Good morning Joey!”-you

I kissed him on the lips

“What time do you leave?”-you

“Eleven”-Joe

“What about you? What time is your flight?”-joe

“My plane takes off at 8 tonight.”-you

“Oh ok”-joe

“I don’t want to go.”-you

“I know, I don’t want you to go either. But we will call every night I promise.”-joe

“Deal!”-you

Joe kissed me again and I put my head on his chest.

“We should get up.”-joe

“Yeah, I bet my mom is waiting for me.”-you

“At seven in the morning?”-joe

“I know crazy! But she gets up early.”-you

“Oh,ok!”-joe

We got up and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth as Joe fixed his hair. After we were done we went downstairs.

“Good morning!”- Robin

“Good morning!”-you and Joe say in unison

“Here do you guys want some coffee?”-Robin

“I would love some, but I better get going I need to pack and make sure everything is ready.”-you

“Ok! We will stop by later y/n to say goodbye!”-Robin

“Ok! Sounds perfect!”-you

Joe came up to me and walked me out.

“I will see you later?”-you

“Yes! See ya later!”-joe

I gave him a peck on the cheek and walked across the street to my house. My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast and coffee and asked me how the night was. I told her that I was sad to leave and Joe came and comforted me. I think my mom knew something was up but didn’t say anything. Once I was done having breakfast I decided to go up stairs to get ready and finish packing.

I put on leggings and a crewneck. I ran my fingers through my curled hair that flattened a little bit and put some light makeup on. I then got to packing. Putting last minute stuff in like toilet trees, a coat, and my shoes. I then decided once I was done with that to look at my emails and do some work. After a few hours of sitting at my childhood desk that still had little drawings on it I decided to be done with work. As I put my computer away I heard the doorbell ring and ran downstairs. Joe and his parents were at the door coming to say their goodbyes since they are going to be gone the whole day.

“It was so great seeing you again y/n! You have always been like a daughter to me and i am so proud of you for all that you a have accomplished and taking care of my son.”-Robin

“Awww Robin! Thank you for taking me in as apart of the family and I will miss you! I promise to call and text!”-you

“Good!”-Robin

After hugging Robin I moved to jimmy, joes dad who has always been a father figure to me.

“So proud of you y/n! And thanks for being friends with my weird son.”-Jimmy

“Haha! Of course, and thank you!”-you

After hugging Jimmy I moved to Joe. We were standing outside saying our goodbyes to each other but Joe is leaving now and I can’t stand to let him go.

“Hi!”-you

“Come here you weirdo.”-joe chuckled

He wrapped me into his embrace and just held me. Tears started rolling down my face as I buried my head in his chest. I could tell joes eyes started to get filled with tears.

“I’m going to miss you Joe, so much.”-you

“I know, but I’m going to miss you even more.”-joe

I looked up at him as my arms were still wrapped around his waist as his were to mine. I then put my hands on his cheeks.

“You are going to do great this season Joey. I know it! Just breathe and focus, don’t worry about anything else. And please don’t go hurting yourself ok?”-you

“I promise y/n, and thank you! I know you are going to be great being back at work and will get that promotion I just know it! I will miss you so much.”-joe

He then pulls me in for a passionate kiss leaving our parent’s mouths wide open. I of course kiss him back more passionately and pat his shoulder telling him to get on the road before I start crying even more. He nods and pulls his family in to one last hug before getting in his car and looking back at me then driving off. I turn around and cross my arms with tears streaming down my face. As I walk up the steps I hear distant tires screech and a car door being slammed and I turn around to see Joe running up to me as I walk down to see what’s going on. He then runs up to me and pulls me into a very deeply passionate kiss then the first. I kiss him back.

He pulls away and puts his forehead on mine as one of his hands is rubbing my cheek as the other is on my waist and my arms are around his neck.

“I love you y/n, just thought you should know that.”-joe

I chuckled

“I love you more.”-you

“Not possible!”-joe

He then pulls me into another kiss then heads back to his car and drives off into the distance. My mom held out her arm as I crashed into her side and hugged her.

“It will be ok baby!”- your mom

“I know.”-you

We walked back into the house and hung out until it was time for me to leave.

“You got everything?”-your mom

“Yes! My Uber is here! I love you mom so much!”-you

“Aww sweetie! I love you to! Be safe!”-your mom

I hugged her and went out the door into the car and off I was.

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A couple months later

“Can’t believe I’m back!”-you

“I know! I’m so happy your job moved you to Cincinnati!”-your mom

My job promoted me which means I move to Cincinnati. I flew in last night with all my stuff and moved into my new apartment just near Paycor Stadium. It was game day and Joe has no idea I’m here and has no idea I moved back. Joe and I have been calling and texting nonstop so it was hard not to tell your boyfriend that you are moving back and finally get to spend time with him. I told joes parents and they said I have to come and surprise Joe at his first game and I happily agreed.

I was wearing black leather pants that snatched me up with a black body suit and my fur leather coat with boots. Robin,jimmy, and my mom and I were walking onto the field. I was so nervous to see Joe but also really excited.

“Yo y/n!”- tee

“Hey tee!”- you

“I don’t know you are in town!”-tee

“Yeah! I actually just moved back! I’m here to surprise Joe and tell him the news!”-you

“Omg that’s awesome! Congrats! Joe is over there next to coach!”-tee

“Thanks!” Catch you later!”-you

Tee waved goodbye and I started heading over to Joe. He was in an all white uniform looking so dang cute. As we were walking Joe and I made eye contact. He made a very confused face and his coach even looked over and patted him on his shoulder and walked away. Joes then realized it was me and a big smile grew on his face as he ran over.

He picked me up and twirled me around.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe it! What are you doing here?”-joe said putting me down as his hands were still on my waist

“I came to see you! And to tell you that I got the promotion and I’m now going to live here full time!”-you

“Seriously! Y/n that’s awesome! I’m so proud of you!You deserved it! Wait, does that mean I get to see you everyday?”-joe

“Yess!”-you

“YESS!”-joe

He picked me up again then kissed me. I was kinda surprised because I know he hates PDA but the fans were going crazy over Joe and seeing him pick someone off their feet and kiss them. But I wasn’t complaining!

“I got to go! But I love you y/n! Have fun and I will see you after!”-joe

“Ok! I love you Joe so much, and you are going to do amazing and remember what I told you just breathe.”-you

“I will, baby!”-joe

He then hugged his parents and my mom and jogged away. Then we all went up to the suit to watch the game! And of course they won! I was so dang proud!

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Authors note: so cute! Idk what it is with me and writing about childhood besties but I love it!🤭🩷

#joe burrow

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mirrorbvllhoon · 2 months

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ONLY IF YOU SAY YES (Dionysus!Jake x Ariadne!fem!reader)

This ain't no phase

I promise I'ma be the one who stays

˚｡⋆‧ XO (Only if you say yes)

WC:2.1k

CW: fluff, being abandoned, betrayal, and I think that's it

Y/n had woken up a few hours after the sun rose to paint the earth canvas with its light, the same light that covered her skin like a cloak, the warmness of the sun heating her body after the abysmal coldness of the night had weakened the strength that she had left, she looked to the horizon, to the reflection of the sky over the see, how there was no longer a ship on the deck, how she had arrived accompanied to the island of Naxos, but now she was alone, there was no ship, no food, and of course, no Theseus.

Her eyes closed, her body still lying on the blanket Theseus decided to leave her with, his last act of mercy if it could have even been called that; in the silence of the day she had no other thing to than remembering, longing for her old live who now seemed so glorious compared to the vanity of her situation now, how only a week ago she was still a princess in Crete, how she was free, oh how she longed now for that liberty, she remembered how she had decided to help Theseus…out of the kindness of her heart

She remembered the palace the gardens that surrounded it, the labyrinth under it, which hid a minotaur, only the gods knew for how long that beast was roaming around, and King Minos of Crete, y/n’s father, in an attempt to protect his kingdom selected seven young men and seven young woman, who then were taken to the minotaur’s labyrinth, each and every year the tributes arrived to satiate the beast’s hunger and thus for maintaining the treaty between the kingdom of crete and the kingdom of Athens.

That was until Theseus decided to put the massacre to an end, hoping to become the hero the prophecies told of him had prepared him to be, he sailed with the other young men promising justice and vengeance to his land and that each and every young men and women would visit their families again.

It was time for the tributes to be seen and presented before King Minos, however the young y/n was accompanying her father, she had no interest in the politics and the sacrifices, however she couldn’t contradict her father, so she just watched and stood quietly along him, that was until her eyes were focused on the young Theseus…

That same night she arrived at the dungeons where the tributes were made to sleep and rest, she stood next to Theseus' cell and whispered for only him to listen

“I think it would be a waste for someone like you to die in here” she pronounced

“Oh, but if it’s the princess y/n herself, to what do I owe the pleasure?” answered Theseus, his voice filled with bittersweet discomfort.

“I will help you to escape the labyrinth” she whispered, taking a ball of yarn and a sword, “Here, you will use this yarn to make a path and this sword will allow you to kill the beast… I must confess I do this just because I don’t wish for my hands to have the blood my father has spilled”

“Or… you could just admit you fancy me, I saw how you eyed me up there” he said, a crooked smile on his face.

Her empathy was nearly reduced to an object of desire, and although she had thought of Theseus as a young handsome men, she wished for freedom more than she did for a lover but there was something in him that tried to proof her wrong, and the deafening silence spoke for itself, maybe y/n was in love after all.

Once Theseus had put and end to the minotaurs life he ran away along y/n to the island of Naxos, after betraying her country, she had become a runaway, yet the crown over her head still reminded her that she was Theseus queen… until he decided she wasn’t.

There she was, alone in Naxos, Theseus had what he wanted, freedom for his people and glory attributed to his name, because y/n had helped her in secret, no one would know the secret behind his great escape from the labyrinth.

She had no food to eat, no cloak to cover her from the night’s coldness, she was alone on her own, no kingdom, no lover, how could she bear living?

Her eyes opened again, the sun had set already, and in an attempt to eat she started to walk through the island, searching for something that could satiate her hunger.

“Who are you?” a voice spoke from behind the bushes, that made her turn around searching for the recipient of said voice.

“Who are you?” she answered, fear in her voice yet the sound was still firm.

Silence then a low chuckle, “You are quite a brave mortal to even dare to speak to me”

The young god stepped outside from his hidings, and now in front of y/n stood Jake, a cursed god, yet the less cruel of them, his body was astonishing and so was his face, a god of wine and festivities that had a face that could be worshiped, yet to his eyes the women in front of him was an enigma, beauty adorned her face contrasting the torn edges of her dress and her arms a product of the bushes and thorns that surrounded the area, the smirk drawn on his face turned to confusion, the same confusion that adorned on her face and pricked under her skin.

“Are you hurt?” he asked his voice turned to a soft almost melodious tone, “I’m Jake, I’m sorry if I scared you, don’t cry please”

The tears in her eyes weren’t teared for him, they belonged to Theseus as her old self, yet now she was in front of Jake, a god so delicate and kind because of his mortal mother, of how he had shared the feelings and sadness that humans felt as well, all of that hidden through the pleasures and theatricalities of his facade.

“You didn’t scare me, I’m just searching for something to eat, I haven’t eaten in so long”

“And why are tears in your eyes? if they are from hunger I can bring you something to eat, and something to change too… whatever you need I can give you that”

“I betrayed my country to save the life of the prince of Athens, we escaped from Crete because otherwise we would’ve been killed, I thought he liked me but then this morning he just abandoned me… his ship is gone and so is every trace of him”

Jake was cursed by Hera into madness, but not only that, his own mother was a mortal, so unlike the many gods that existed and wandered through the earth, he was far more compassionate and understanding of the human emotions and the complications that the same ones created, so when he heard about what had happened to the beautiful young women in front of her, he couldn’t feel anything else than sadness and pure anger.

“Well for being a prince he is such a prick” Jake scoffed after the princess had told him each and every piece of the story.

She looked at him for a second and chuckled, “Well he is a prince, aren’t all of them the same?”

“Well, they’re mortal…”

“You forget the fact I am mortal as well” she scoffed, playfully acting as if his words had hurt her, placing her left hand over her chest.

He got close to her, taking her hand and putting it to the side of her body, a genuine smile drew from his lips, “Of course darling, but you are you”

y/n blushed at the remark, and freed her hand from his hold.

“I stand by my offer”, Jake continued, “whatever you want I will give you, you can follow me, I can show you a place where you can stay for however long you wish, I’ll take care of you”

He offered her hand and for a brief moment y/n remembered Theseus and the empty promises he had made her, but this time when she held his hand it was all different, this time there was no risk no what-ifs, this time she knew it as clear as the water that surrounded her, she wouldn’t be left alone.

The days passed by and as promised, Jake had provided for her anything he desired, dressing his affect and love for the princess as mere chivalry, however she was smarter than that, she knew for a fact that there was something else than a deep bonding because of their circumstances, then the day arrived where in the midst of gazing at the stars at night she held her courage and decided to ask him.

“What’s it that’s going between us?”

“What do you mean darling?”

“I mean this, I don’t understand, is it pure kindness or chivalry? and if it is, then why do you keep looking at me with those eyes and smile at me with that damned beautiful smile… I think I’m in love with you, but then…”

She was in the middle of her ranting when she felt a pair of lips crashing into hers, inviting yet full of tenderness, Jake’s arms found her back and hugging her close, he separated from the kiss, now her head rested on the crook of his neck and his hands played with the strings of her hair

“I’ve loved you since I saw you for the first time in those bushes, you took quite a long time to decipher that… I thought I made myself obvious when I told you I would give you whatever you wished for” he whispered to her, kissing her forehead.

“Well, you should’ve specified… what if I told you I wanted to be a goddess?” She replied, hoping that her comment would take him off, instead just a small chuckle left her mouth.

“Then I would’ve given you ambrosia and made you a goddess, my goddess if that’s what you wanted, if you wanted to I would give you a whole constellation…”

“And what if I told you I wanted us to get married?”

“Just give me a date and we’ll make that happen”

she looked at him doe-eyed, she couldn’t even understand how she had gone from being a princess, to a runaway, to alone to herself again, and now she had the opportunity to be herself with Jake by her side, and now there she was, with him hugging her tight protecting her body with his whispering sweet nothings and “I love you”s every few seconds.

“I love you too” she whispered, which made him smile, then both of them fell asleep.

When the wedding day finally arrived the isle of Naxos was dressed in the most beautiful flowers and trees, the island couldn’t have looked greener than that day, when Jake and y/n stood in front of each other, vowing to love each other forever for the whole eternity, and this time it was meant to be.

“I do” he had said before kissing her again, as he had done many times before and would continue to do many times.

He took the tiara over her head in his hands, taking her by surprise for a second, until he tossed it to the sky where it became no longer visible, confussion lingered over but he assured her that once the night arrived she would understand.

The night arrived sooner that day, thanks to the desire that unraveled between the two young souls, and when y/n took a look over the darkness of cloak that covered the sky canvas, she could see something familiar.

“Is that my tiara in the sky?” she asked quietly, Jake's hands surrounding her.

“Now everyone will know of how much I love you, and when you forget about it too, you can look to the night sky and you'll see”

Life was kind to both of them, allowing them to leave happily with each other, with the pass of time Jake had turned y/n into a goddess, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to exist without her, the proof of their love remained written on the stars above and on the hearts and mouths of the people who told their tale, spreading the rumors of how a princess promised to be a queen became a goddess, and how value comes from the right set of eyes, because in Jake’s eyes, she was the most beautiful and deserving of everything.

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#enhypen #mirrorbvllhoon #enhypen jake #enhypen au #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #hyung line #greek mythology #jake imagines #jake au #jake fluff

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glitterypin · 8 months

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tagged by bestie @snugsunresplendence (sorry to arrive so late to the party but work has been an absolute whore)

1) were you named after anyone?

I grew up knowing I was named after one of my father's aunts (whom I loved very much as a kid - she died when I was 12). A lot later I found out that my grandmother wasn't my mother's biological mother and that my mother's biological mother also shared the same name, so there was some intent there, as well.

2) when was the last time you cried?

I teared up a bit after therapy today but the last proper cry with full sobs and snot was Saturday after work byecause work lately has been an absolute WHORE.

3) do you have kids?

No and I don't want them.

4) what sports do you/have you played?

I played volleyball when I was a kid. I'm not at all sporty and I'm also super fat and out of shape that even though I wish I could run or hike, my body just can't.

5) do you use sarcasm?

Quite a lot, since I was very young. Not in a cruel way anymore, though. Like, I'll be sarcastic like "such lovely weather we're having!" when the weather is very obviously shitty.

6) what's the first thing you notice about people?

I don't even know. The look on their faces, probably.

7) what's your eye color

Dark brown.

8) scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I don't believe in recreational fear.

9) any talents?

I'm very smart, good with words and I have a good instinct for narrative structure. Sadly, I am wasting all of this in discussing other people's writings instead of writing my own things, because I counterbalance my talents with an unhealthy level of laziness.

10) where were you born?

A hospital in Athens, Greece.

11) what are your hobbies?

I like watching films, reading, writing (small things, nothing that requires any level of effort or commitment), baking and also doing absolutely nothing, sometimes accompanied by music.

12) do you have any pets?

No. I'd like a cat but I don't feel ready for the responsibility of taking care of a living thing, yet. I got a pot of basil a few months ago and right now it's a pot of soil with two brown sticks sticking out that I still water every few days, pretending that it's just a phase and that I haven't actually killed the very dead thing.

13) how tall are you?

166cm, I think

14) favorite subject in school?

Chemistry, probably. I'm sure it wasn't the same every year but I was a lot into chemistry for a long time, I remember as much.

15) dream job

Well, screenwriter, I guess. Except I'd also need my dream personality to go with this dream job because the way I am now I just can't.

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Joey B Imagines: I Can’t Help Myself*

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Summary: While Joe’s away doing foundation stuff, there's an overwhelming amount of photos of him popping up on Twitter and Instagram. All of them had you patiently waiting for your fiance's arrival home.

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagines Universe: Just the Two of Us

A/N: Apron and shirtless Joe have me feral, had to speed-write this.

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March 3rd, 2024

It all started with an innocent text from my bestie.

Attachment: 1 Image… Tumblr is going crazy over this right now!

At that moment, I shook my head with a laugh at my best friend's text. She was on Tumblr to keep up with her celebrity crushes, but one day, she jokingly looked my fiance's name up. She would never give me details about what was on the ‘tag’, but she'd now and then tell me what was up with Joe Burrow Tumblr.

Joe had left the house earlier today for a foundation event at a soup kitchen here in Cincy. Robin and Jimmy, Joe’s parents, had come from Athens and were going with him.

By the looks of the picture my best friend sent, Joe wasn't having as bad of a time as he anticipated he would. This morning was full of endless grumbles before I eventually shoved Joe out of the door, but he was smiling in the picture as he poured some soup into a bowl.

He seriously looked adorable. The Guinness hat gives him an oddly innocent look, while the apron he's wearing adds to the cuteness factor.

I'm so buying that man an apron to wear when we're cooking. I thought to myself, giggling out loud.

After sending my bestie a quick response back, I pulled up Joe’s contact.

Nice apron, cutie. 😉

Naturally, It was a while later when Joe answered, but his response set butterflies off in my stomach.

Depending on the intentions behind the wink emoji, I could ask to bring one home if it works ya up.

Taking a few moments to calm down, I shot a nonchalant response back to Joe.

The hat too?

The hat too. I draw the line at the plastic gloves, though. I gotta feel you with no barriers, baby.

How this man can control every pulse point in my body with just his words will never fail to amaze me.

Shit, my mom was reading that beside me. 😬

JOSEPH LEE BURROW.

My stomach dropped at the thought of Robin reading her son practically dirty-talking to me. That's next-level embarrassment.

I'm joking, babe. See you later, with an apron and hat.

Omg, Joe! If I was with you right now, you'd get smacked in the back of the head. I love you, though. See ya later!

Love you too. 😘

This morning, Joe woke up ready to go. I'm not talking about being ready to go to the foundation event, I'm talking about sex.

Joe woke up most mornings wanting a quick romp to start the day, so it had slowly become a part of our daily routine.

It was a different story today, though.

—

Still naked from the previous night’s lovemaking session, Joe had pulled me into him as our lips met. I'd just gotten close enough to grind on his erection when Joe’s phone rang on the nightstand.

“You should probably get that.” - you said between kisses

Joe groaned out of annoyance when he pulled away and grabbed his phone, rolling his eyes when he saw the caller ID.

“Who is it?” - you stroked his chest

“My mom.” - Joe

“Why'd you roll your eyes then?” - you

He sighed and pulled me into his chest, moving his hips away, knowing any friction would make him lose control.

“She treats me like a little kid every time we have one of these foundation events.” - Joe

“You're her baby, Joe. She’s just looking out for you.” - you

Joe nodded with a sigh and accepted the call.

“Hey Mom, yeah I'm awake.” - Joe

His deep, raspy morning voice made my cheeks heat up, and I hid my blush in his chest.

“My shirt’s been ironed, yes. y/n ironed it and laid it out last night.” - Joe

The silence gave me the ability to hear what Robin was saying, and the words she said only made my heart flutter.

“You better have thanked her. Joe, I don't think you realize how lucky you are to have that woman by your side.” - Robin

“I'm very lucky, Mom. Wouldn't be who I am without her.” - Joe

“Make sure she knows that. I'll see you later, sweetie!” - Robin

“Bye, Mom.” - Joe

I cuddled closer to Joe, listening to him mumble a quick “Yes, I love you too” before hanging up.

“Wouldn't be where you are without me, huh sheisty?” - you laughed

“Shut it.” - Joe rolled his eyes

A few seconds of content silence passed before Joe cleared his throat and sat up.

“Okay, I'm like super horny right now, but I'm gonna push that away because I've been thinking about something.” - Joe

“What's that?” - you

“We still haven't told anybody that I proposed. I told you we could wait till we got back to Cincy, and we've been back for weeks. I'm trying to say that we need to tell our families soon.” - Joe

“Oh ok, that's fine. Whenever you want to, I'm down.” - you

“Actually? Just like that?” - Joe

I giggled and gently reached out to comb back the curls that had fallen over on Joe’s forehead.

“Yeah, just like that. It's been fun keeping it just between us, but I want nothing more than telling our family we’re gonna get married.” - you

“Can I also ask you about something else?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you

Joe sighed and took a second to clear his thoughts.

“You okay?” - you

“Yeah… I'm just trying to pay attention, it's kinda hard to, you know…” - Joe

He flicked his head down toward the tented sheet covering his lap.

“Focus, babe.” - you laughed

“Okay, uhm… what if we got married earlier than this coming offseason?” - Joe

“What do you mean?” - you tilted your head to the side

“What if we got married at the courthouse, no one else there? Just you, me, and the judge. It could be as soon as next month or as late as a week before our actual ceremony.” - Joe

I let his idea sink in, thinking about how sweet his idea of getting married soon is.

“I’m listening.” - you smiled

“We won't do our big vows or even exchange rings yet, just the license saying we're married, and hopefully your name change.” - Joe grinned

“y/n Burrow.” - you

Joe grinned from ear to ear, a blush on his cheeks as he heard my first name paired with his last name.

“Always thought that sounded perfect. I remember thinking about it on the first day of college during roll call. I couldn't take my eyes off of you after our professor said your name, and I thought about your last name as Burrow.” - Joe

“You're adorable.” - you

“Thanks.” - Joe

A few seconds went by without either of us saying something, but Joe broke it with a sigh.

“Are we going to continue what we were doing before your mom called?” - you

“Sadly, I have to start getting ready. Waiting will make tonight even better, though.” - Joe winked

“How do you know I'll even want it later?” - you

“You will, baby. You always do.” - Joe

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Now, here I was, staring at a picture of my fiance pouring soup into a bowl.

Something about the moment just screamed husband.

Maybe it was the adorable apron. Or hat. Or plastic gloves.

Whatever it was, I wanted more of it. More of him. All of him.

My thoughts lingered to the most intimate moments with Joe. Catching myself before I got too worked up, I pulled up my phone to scroll through Instagram.

As soon as I did, though, my plan of a distraction was shot to hell.

Justin Hillard made a post of the Arizona trip the boys went on and one of the last slides showcased a sweaty, shirtless Joe.

“Where's Joe when you need him.” - you groaned

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What felt like hours later, I heard the garage door open signaling Joe was home.

A minute later, his tall frame was striding into the kitchen. I watched him look around for a second before his eyes landed on me.

A grin formed on his lips as he walked up to the couch. Joe dropped to his knees in front of me and leaned in for a kiss.

When I went to pull away, Joe grabbed the back of my neck to keep me in place. After a few minutes of making out, Joe finally pulled away.

“Sorry, I really needed that.” - Joe sheepishly smiled

“It's alright, I did too.” - you smiled

“How was your day? I didn't leave you too bored, right?” - Joe

“My day was good, and no. I spent most of it obsessing over the new pics of you.” - you

“Felt like I never left then, huh?” - Joe

“Dead wrong. Staring at the pictures only made me miss you more.” - you

I watched as Joe teasingly licked his lips, never once breaking eye contact.

“Why's that?” - Joe

“Cut the shit, Joe. You know exactly why.” - you

“Because we didn't have sex this morning? That's why you missed me?” - Joe

“Well, that's not the only reason why. I naturally hate being away from you, but yes sex has something to do with it.” - you

Joe reached out and placed his hand on my inner thigh, nestling his hand against my crotch.

“Wanna go upstairs then?.” - Joe

I nodded, and Joe was quick to stand up and pick me up bridal style.

Giggles flew from both of our lips as Joe hurried up the stairs to our bedroom.

Soon, Joe was laying me on the bed and crawling on top of me.

“I love you.” - you said between kisses

Joe smiled and returned the sentiment, my arms wrapping around his neck as we kissed.

“Listen let's just get straight to it. I've been looking forward to this all day.” - you

“You don't want the tongue & finger combo first?” - Joe

I laughed at his bluntness before nodding my head.

“I need you inside me.” - you

“Fuck, I love hearing you say that.” - Joe

Joe placed his lips back on mine and shifted his weight onto one arm, lifting the other hand to unzip his fly.

I helped him shed his pants off, but Joe took my hand away when I reached for his boxers. He sat back on his knees for a second to pull his shirt over his head, quickly returning to his position above me when he was done.

My arms were around his shoulder as Joe slowly dropped his hips to grind on me. Just seconds later he'd pull away to take my clothes off.

When we were both naked, Joe’s lust-filled eyes scanned over my body before reversing course and locking with mine.

“God, you're beautiful, baby.” - Joe

After Joe lined himself up to my entrance, he slowly pushed inside. Making sure I felt every inch of him.

“You feel so good.” - Joe groaned

“You too…” - you

“So hot and wet for me, baby.” - Joe

Joe didn't move for a minute, just savoring the feeling of my walls wrapped around his hard cock.

“Joey, move, please?” - you

I watched him nod before he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek. Joe formed a path of kisses from my cheek to my lips.

Once he met my lips, Joe slipped out of me before slamming his cock back inside.

Both of us moaned loudly when his tip hit my cervix, my walls squeezing Joe’s thrusting cock as he set a rough pace.

“You feel insane.” - Joe moaned

“I've been dreaming about this… all day.” - you

A few minutes later, Joe and I were still locked together at mouth and crotch.

“I'm not gonna last much longer.” - Joe moaned

“Me… neither.” - you

Joe’s face contorted as the overwhelming pleasure coursed through his body. His cute nose scrunching as his eyes are clenched shut.

“Oh, fuck!” - Joe grunts

Seconds later, with a shaky hand, Joe reaches down to where we were connected and rubbed my clit with his thumb. His thrusts became uneven but never once unsatisfactory.

“Joey! I'm gonna cum!” - you moaned

It wasn't much longer after that when I fell over the edge, moaning Joe’s name through my climax.

Joe continued his thrusts before rushing to get as deep as he could.

His head fell back, and his mouth fell open. A moan and grunt of my name leaves his pretty pink lips as he cums.

After his orgasm, Joe fell forward and on top of me. Burying his face in my neck as he stayed inside me, fading out the experience.

I reached a hand up and cupped the back of Joe’s head, slowly running my fingers through his unruly curls. The comforting sounds of our mutual heavy breath and the ceiling fan created a soft moment.

“You really liked that apron, huh?” - Joe

“Yeah.” - you giggled

Joe stayed there for a bit, enjoying being cuddled before he eventually pulled out and hopped out of bed.

My eyes lingered on his perfectly plump butt as Joe walked into our bathroom, later returning with a washcloth to clean us both up.

He strode up to me as I stayed lying in the bed. Joe softly caressed my thighs while gently spreading my legs apart.

I hummed in contentment at the feel of the warm washcloth, and Joe only smiled at the sound.

After cleaning himself up too, Joe slipped on a pair of clean boxers.

“Do you want one of my shirts to sleep in? Panties too, maybe?” - Joe

“Just one of your shirts will be fine.” - you smiled

Joe nodded and disappeared into the closet. A few seconds later, he walked back in with one of his pregame shirts that was from a previous season.

“Lean up for me, baby.” - Joe

I did his bidding and Joe slipped the top over my head, making sure my arms went through the sleeves.

“Comfy?” - Joe

He walked around the bed and climbed into his side.

“Very, and it smells like you.” - you grinned

“I hope that's a good thing.” - Joe laughed

“It's a very good thing, you smell delicious.” - you

Joe chuckled as he pulled me into his chest, one of his big hands running over my back as my head was hidden in Joe’s neck.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you more.” - Joe

He lovingly stroked my hair, providing tender words of affirmation and holding me tightly in his arms during their comforting aftercare ritual.

“Oh shit, do you know what I just realized?” - Joe

“What?” - you

“My apron is down in my car. I forgot to show you.” - Joe sighed

“It's okay. You can show me tomorrow.” - you giggled

“Guess what.” - Joe

I narrowed my eyes, trying to see his expression in the dark but failing.

“What?” - you

“I grabbed one for you too.” - Joe smiled

“Oh my god.” - you laughed

“I couldn't help myself!” - Joe

He laughed along with me before we both paused, coincidently yawning in sync, which ended in another laughing fit.

“Goodnight, baby.” - you

“Goodnight, my love.” - Joe

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Authors note: because Joe was illegally fine that day.

Came from my own head! 💞

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