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∆•∆•∆ einar daanan x reader

∆•∆•∆ you get married to the autumn king. dark!fic

The windows were locked and sealed, magic preventing anything from leaving. You'd pounded at them, attempted to shatter them with your hands, a lamp, and a candle stick. Nothing had worked. Bruises coated your hands, the lamp sat shattered. No matter how loud you screamed, how much you begged and pleaded against the door, there were either wards or, more likely, the fae attending your wedding hadn't given a shit.

Your wedding.

With the Autumn King.

Centuries older than you, his youngest child was five years your senior. Centuries older than you, Einar had gained a reputation for cruelty. How many times have you listened to Bryce rant about her father? About how he abandoned her, treated her like shit once he learned she didn't have that fae magic.

What would he do with a human wife? One that had only been forced to marry him because one of the Asteri had scented a fae bloodline in you. Einar had never married. He wasn't happy. Wouldn't even look at you, only sparing a look when the cut on your palm had been dragged too deep, likely intentional on the priestess's part. He'd scowled, pressing his bloody palm to yours, gritting out the words. Married in fae customs, not human.

You'd always dreamed of it. You didn't come from a wealthy family, just above the poverty line. A wedding would've been the only day of your life where you'd be able to splurge, do whatever you wanted without restraint. You'd been saving since you were twelve.

You wondered what happened to it. To all your things. You'd never go back to your apartment, never finish college, never see Bryce again. You'd met her in your first year, her and Danika's last. They'd taken you under their wing after that. After Danika's death, things between you and Bryce shifted. You were close.

Or maybe she just enjoyed your honesty, so far removed from all of her previous issues that it wasn't uncommon for her to climb into your bed at four in the morning, reeking of alcohol. She was gone and you wondered if she would ever come back.

You began crying again, ripping the pictures off the wall, shredding into them. You shattered vases, ripped sheets. Broken glass shredded into your hands, not even bothering to pick it out before you threw yourself onto the bed. You didn't ruin it, if only because of the overwhelming need to sleep.

You woke up with the click of the door. The room was silent for a moment, you waiting for Einar to come and claim you. But he wasn't there. The door never opened. Just unlocked. You shot up, flattening the nearly sheer night dress against your skin. Prettily wrapped up just for him.

There was a note under the door.

Run.

You burned it with a candle, not waiting to watch it burn to ask before you flung the door open, stepping barefoot out into the halls. There was no one. Music still played muffled but you could tell it would end soon. Your new husband was likely sending off the rest of the guests. For a moment, that made you rage all the more. This was your wedding, one you'd been forced into, and they wouldn't even let you be there. After the vows, Einar had sent you to your room. Was that how it was going to be? You locked away for the rest of your life?

No.

No other door had been locked, free for the guests to come and go. The second your feet hit the grass, you were bolting for the treeline.

Then what?

Where would you go?

What would he do when he opened your door, finding the room destroyed with bloody sheets? Once you were sure you were far enough, you picked the glass out finally. It was stupid to wait, the wounds closing ever so slightly around the bits, having to tear them all open again. You wiped dripping hands on the white lace.

Einar's estate was massive, far from Crescent City. Would you ever see it again?

Going shoeless hadn't been a good idea. It wasn't like you had a choice — you didn't have any belongings. After three servants forced you into the bath, taking your wedding gown and shoes when they left, you only had what he gave you.

Which, as of now, was just this night gown.

For an hour, you made your way through the woods, hope building with each passing second. He had to have known by now. Then came your natural conclusion:

He must not care.

He must not want you, after all.

Your heart dropped when the very ground shook. You must still be on his land, you reasoned. How much further?

Your feet picked up, slick with blood from cuts given by rocks and sticks. You'd forgotten you were dealing with a fae male, instincts and senses far higher. Your dripping blood would lead him right to you.

"Y/n!" His voice was cold, angry. If he thought that was going to make you turn around, commit to being his wife, he was wrong. It only made you break out into a run. He must've heard if his curse was anything to go by. You heard snapping twigs. Felt his arms snag around you and throw you to the ground. You gasped, seeing black and being unable to breathe. He was on top of you then, straddling you.

"Are you done?" He sneered. "I want to go home," You hissed. "I'm nothing to you,"

He stood, scoffing, hands locked around your arms and pulling you off the forest floor. He threw you over his shoulder, grabbing one of your feet to survey the damage. "When the Asteri give you an order, you follow it. When I give you an order, you don't fucking hesitate to follow it. Do you understand me?"

He carried you with ease, like you weren't even there. "I want to go home," You only said as a response, slamming a fist down on his back. "You are not my husband. The Asteri are not my lords,"

A wrong choice of words, given everything. Or, maybe, it was you hitting him that did it. His entire body tensed, strides picking up as he went for the house. Whatever he had to say, whatever was going to happen would be waiting for you in the privacy of his home.

He didn't say a word as he walked up the stairs, past your destroyed room, the door on it broken. He walked you all the way to his room, to the bathroom, before placing you on the rim of the tub. You wrapped your arms around yourself. It had been so cold out. You hadn't even noticed. When he came back, he carried a box. Inside, was a first aid kit.

He grabbed your foot, cleaning it before numbing it and stitching a cut that needed it. He was still angry, hadn't been entirely gentle as he maneuvered you where he wanted you to go.

You refused to break the silence, wondering if he would respond if he asked. His red hair had become unbound. He looked a lot like Ruhn.

He turned on the faucet, speaking for the first time. "Take that dress off," It was ruined beyond belief. You wondered if he would punish you for this all, for ruining his room, his pretty dress, and, he could argue, you ruined his wedding.

"No," You said instantly, the words falling off before you could stop them. You gasped away from him when he reached over, grabbing the front, and shredding it down the middle. It fell in tatters around your feet. Bare before him, his eyes just flickered over you once before he checked the temperature. No one has ever seen you like this, no one has touched you before. Did he know? Or did he think the rumors spread about you hooking up with his son and his friends true?

After a moment, he gestured for it, moving to stand against the wall. "You're watching?" You asked, voice small. You were covered in dirt, mud, and blood. His head angled back, a downright amused look in his eyes.

"You haven't even been in my home for longer than twelve hours and look at the mess you've caused," He crooned, smiling wider, more cruelly. "We have a long night ahead of us,"

You watched as he stepped closer, stuttering out a response and failing, only managing a small, "Please,"

He throws you a towel once you've finished scrubbing your body, threatening to help if you kept pushing it off.

Dried and sitting on the edge of his bed, so big it threatened to swallow you whole, Einar brought you a glass of bourbon. Ice clinked, bringing you back to the matters at hand.

Einar Daanan was going to fuck you and there was nothing you could do to change it. He still wore his red and black suit, ditching the jacket.

"You and I need to talk," He sits in a chair across from you, far too close for comfort. He can reach over and touch your hair. You hoped he hadn't, if only because the strands hid your body from view. "About the way things are. The way they're going to be,"

The way he spoke to you sent anger curling in your stomach. You imagined a little Ruhn and a little Bryce here, on the other end of his rage, his voice soft and seemingly unphased.

You knew from them the shoe was about to drop. Once, you'd gotten drunk with all of Bryce's friends. Ruhn had been there. The two of you had just started talking, vaguely bringing up his father.

Ruhn and Bryce are your step children. You will be the mother of their sibling—

It was all sick.

"Which is?" You forced yourself to ask.

"If you do anything that will jeopardize me, I will make you suffer in ways your human mind can't even fathom. I will not kill you, I will not send you back to where you came from. I will keep you here and I will make you pay,"

You nodded after a moment, him waiting to make sure you understood. "I wasn't involved in that stuff," You stammered out, unsure of what else to say. Bryce kept you far away. Truthfully, you hadn't seen as much of her since Hunt strolled into her life. He didn't acknowledge that, "Until I can be sure you will not destroy my belongings, you'll sleep in here,"

"Until I get pregnant, you mean?"

"I don't need you sleeping in my bed to do that." He stands then, and the message is clear. What he is going to do from this point onward is because he wants to — he is not being ordered. Whatever lingering issue he has with you, he intends to see to the end.

So, you run.

You don't make it very far, just to the end of the room, before he grabs you by your hair and throws you to the floor. Once again, he has you pinned.

This time, he freezes, hair falling into his eyes. The movement is so sudden, the tension and stress rolling off him so severe that it makes you pause. He says two words: "My mate,"

A wife was one thing. In a century, he can spin the narrative, claim he never even touched you, that any children you had was not fathered by him. In a century, who knows what would've happened to them. Lots can happen in that time. But a mate? Einar Daanan being equals with a human?

Your heart sunk, the end coming in clarity. He was going to kill you. You never really accepted that this would be it, that you never would get the chance to escape. Voice as strong as you could manage, you grit out, "What are you going to do about it?"

His hand came to your throat, resting there, squeezing lightly.

And then he laughed. The sound cold and odd. His nose comes down, brushing against your throat. He repeats, softer this time, "My mate." Body and soul, you now belonged to him. Now and forever.

#crescent city x reader #einar daanan x reader #is that his last name #mine

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lilislegacy · 27 days

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did anyone else ever find it odd how easily zeus offered percy godhood? and how it almost seemed like he secretly wanted percy to accept? well i did, and after thinking long and hard about it…

i don’t think percy understood what turning down godhood really meant

demigods do tasks for the gods because they don’t have to follow any rules. they aren’t controlled by anyone or anything. demigods are a strange hybrid - not god, not human. they are in between the laws of immortal and mortal. they are not supposed to exist. yet they do, which is what makes them so extraordinary.

percy is crazy powerful. of course, there’s the aspect of raw power. he has domain over air (storms/hurricanes), land (earthquakes and volcanic eruptions), and sea (monster waves, tsunamis, floods, basically anything that involves water.) he can control bodily fluids. he has super strength (with one hand, he held up an unconscious annabeth who was being pulled down by both arachne AND the forces of tartarus). he has super speed (he moves faster than bullets in TTC). no matter how badly you hurt him, he automatically heals and regenerates the second he touches water (an ability no other demigod has). he’s an extraordinary swordsman. very skilled in combat and warfare. he’s smart, and thinks of plans quickly. but he also has a great deal of social/poltcial power… i mean, he’s a leader and hero to both the greek and roman camps. if he says “attack,” all demigods, greek or roman, attack. no question. do you have any idea how threatening that is to the olympians? he’s also best friends and has an empathy link with the lord of the wild, which basically means all of nature is by his side too, including all land creatures. he’s also prince of horses, which means pegasi too (both of which are extremely useful in battle). and of course all sea creatures, including the mythical ones like krakens and leviathans. not to mention many of the gods really like him. hermes, hephaestus, athena, aphrodite, and dionysis have all gone out of their way to help him. artemis holds him in high regard, especially since he saved her. apollo literally considers him his friend! and poseidon - his dad, the god who is the biggest threat to zeus - is fiercely protective of him and cares about him a great deal. many minor gods also like him because he demanded them to be given more respect and for their kids to be welcomed at the camps.

percy unknowingly has more power, both physical and social/political, than anyone should ever have. he may have absolutely no idea, but it must scare the living daylights out of zeus. by accepting zeus’s offer to become a god, percy would have submitted himself to the control of zeus. zeus would be his king and ruler. zeus would then have complete control over him.

but percy said no. therefore, percy remains out of zeus’s control.

percy had no idea what he was doing. but thank the gods he made that choice. thank the gods he’s an incredible person. thank the gods percy jackson has no desire for power, because he has more of it than anyone should ever be able to have.

#i just know zeus wrote his name in his burn book that night #zeus must have been so pissed #percy jackson #the last olympian #pjo #percabeth #percy jackson and the olympians

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