#Dolos was the Greek God of lies
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svt as children of greek gods
back in my percy jackson phase 😩 i tried to not to the stereotypical ones people think of so pls enjoy 🙏🙏
seungcheol - HEPHAESTUS; cheol as a blacksmith 🫦 but fr like i feel like he's so strong and hardworking and he's be a good role model for the younger kids (charles beckendorf type beat)
jeonghan - DOLOS; dolos is the god of trickery and he's a minor god so everyone would think jeonghan is a child of aphrodite but that makes it easier for him to decieve people
joshua - POSEIDON; we all know how he loves water...
junhui - HYPNOS; bro is sleepy okay
soonyoung - DIONYSUS; the god of insanity, pleasure, theatre, alcohol, and parties??? just listen to cult of dionysus you'll get it
wonwoo - APHRODITE; his face card NEVER lies and he helps break the stigma that aphrodite kids are only a pretty face, he also likes meddling in people's loves lives but from behind the scenes
jihoon - HESTIA; he is the heart and fire of svt, he writes all of their music and he loves them so fiercely, hesita is the god of the home and what is jihoon other than home to the members
seokmin - APOLLO; he's our sunshine singing boy who else could he be the child of???
mingyu - ATHENA; HEAR ME OUT OKAY gyu is SO SMART and like he's all cute and creative and stuff like this is another one that people aren't expecting but he likes proving people wrong
minghao - HADES; emo. but nah fr like he has a lot of patience and calmness but when he finally does finally explode it results in hell beaking loose, literally (pls meditate hao)
seungkwan - ARES; bro is always ready to throw hands with someone and ares is the god of courage and i feel like kwannie is super courageous with his outgoing personality
vernon - HERMES; the vibes are just there, he's pretty laid back from all of the chaos that surrounds him but likes to get into mischief of his own sometimes
chan - ZEUS; this kid??? holy shit "the future of kpop" who else could he be the son of?
#seventeen#seventeen headcanons#seungcheol#jeonghan#joshua#junhui#hoshi#wonwoo#woozi#dokyeom#mingyu#minghao#seungkwan#vernon#dino#percy jackson#rru.lists#ot13#seventeen ot13#★ sfw#rru.writes
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WHAT I THINK THE M&I CAST ARE IN GREEK MYTHOLOGY:
Allison: Athena ( Goddess of: Wisdom, warfare, strategist.)
Thomas: Hephaestus ( God of: Fire, forge, invention and master of craftsmen)
Sammy: Apollo ( God of: Music, light, poetry,etc.)
Doc: Nemesis ( Goddess of: Vengeance and retribution)
Wally: Gelos (God of: laughter)
Grant: COEUS ( Titan god of : Intelligence and curiosity)
Susie: Aphrodite (Goddess of: love, desire and beauty)
Johnny: Astraea ( Goddess of: Innocence and Justice)
Norman: Irene/Eirene ( Goddess of: Peace and patience)
Henry: Eleos ( God of: mercy, clemency, compassion and pity)
Lacie: Artemis ( Goddess: Midwifery, protector of young children, childbirth,etc)
Tayln: Could not think of one..:")
Nelly: Persephone ..or Adonis.. ( Goddess of: Reincarnation and ghosts)
Jamie: Eusebeia ( God of : loyalty, duty ,etc)
Valeria: Could not think of one here either
Kameela: Kratos ( God of: authority)
Aminata: Calliope ( Goddess of: singing. Name meaning beautiful voiced )
Wilson: Zeus ( God of : wrath, anger,etc)
Nathan: Hades ( god of: evil ,etc)
I know for some..aka ALOT.. there were some gods/godesses that didn't fit the characters gender ..REALLY SORRY.
Hope you liked it even though it was probably messed up XD
I would actually switch Wilson to Hades and Nathan to Zeus OR Poseidon just because they're absolute DICKS. I think I drew my Joey as a greek god at some point (Dolos, god of Lies) and surprisingly he's the only one you didn't mention LOL
I'd make Doc Asclepius (God of Medicine). He used to be a human or rather a demi-god because he's the son of Apollo and a mortal woman Koronis (or Coronis), princess of Tricca in Thessaly. When he died, he was resurrected as a God! Also he brought a little bit too many people from the dead lol.
Then I'd make Talyn Thanatos (God/Personification of Death) because I'm quirky like that
and Valeria can be Psyche (the Goddess of the Soul, more known as Eros' wife. She's portrayed with butterfly wings hehe uvu)
I imagine Nelly to "Pomegranate Lips" by Derivakat a lot, so YES, SHE'S PERSEPHONE
Also Nightmare Joey is Erebus (God/Personification of Darkness), that's it.
UPD: I JUST NOTICED THAT YOU ONLY MENTIONED THAT HADES IS THE GOD OF "EVIL" WHEN HE IS ABSOLUTELY NOT!
God, I really don't like when people associate him with evil. Mostly because people associate him with the Devil, coz they both rule "The Underworld". BUT HADES IS SO MUCH MORE! He welcomes and homes the dead, they're all equal in his kingdom. He's also the only one of the 3 ruling gods (him, zeus and poseidon) who isn't an absolute asshole to his wife. He was always passive and never portrayed negatively (except abduction of Persephone, but that was Zeus' idea + being angry at people trying to resurrect the dead or cheat death ((Orpheus almost got away with it because Persephone is nice)).
TL;DR MY BOY HADES IS GOOD AND IS NOT AND WAS NEVER MENTIONED TO BE THE GOD OF EVIL.
UPD2: AND ZEUS ISN'T THE GOD OF WRATH/ANGER. He may be a dick, but it was never mentioned that he's a god of Wrath and/or Anger. That's Ares, also known as the God of War. Please, check your sources!
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Character Intro: Eikono (Kingdom of Ichor)
Nicknames- Koko by her friends and family
Age- 37 (immortal)
Location- Queenstown district, New Olympus
Personality- A quiet intellectual, she's a proud bookworm! She's also a great listener, patient, creative, & loyal. She's a lesbian and is in a relationship.
She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As the goddess of iconography & literature her other powers/abilities include teleportation (through books), melanokinesis (ink manipulation), papyrokinesis (paper manipulation), being able to telekinetically control bookshelves, calligraphy mastery, lexiconicy, storybook mimicry, and bibliokinesis (literary manipulation).
Her natural scent is that of freshly printed paper.
She's fluent in Old Greek, Latin, French, & Minoan.
Other members of her immediate family include her father Logos (god of stories). They have a great working & personal relationship. She's even an executive producer on her father's educational children's television show. There's also her uncle Pseudologos (god of lies) who she's not close with as well as her cousin Dolos (god of deception & treachery) who's the father of Pheme (goddess of fame).
Eikono lives on the top floor of The Khrysóthronos Building, a luxury apartment building in the Queenstown neighborhood of New Olympus. The main wide window of the sitting room overlooks Eaglepoint Park. The interior design of her apartment is very chic & minimalist with colors of cream, ivory, lavender, and beige. Her personal library room is immaculately & meticulously organized. Several works of arts and sculptures are found throughout the place. She has a few pet cats & their names are Guinevere, Adelaide, Blair, Cosette, Eloise, and Vivienne. Eikono usually gets around the city by walking, public transportation, or riding her bike. Eikono holds the few remaining copies of books from the days of the Titanomachy very dear to her heart. The texts are in Old Greek & to maintain their pristine condition, she keeps them locked away in a cool safe. Eikono also has a collection of antique typewriters!
A common breakfast for her is a bowl of Earthly Harvest vanilla almond cereal with soy milk. She also likes whole wheat banana pancakes, zucchini hash browns, & various overnight oats (her personal favorite being the apple cinnamon).
There's always a book or two in her bag (if they can fit)!
Eikono was responsible for designing the flags of the respective realms. It was a cathartic moment when she watched the predecessor's flag (Titanius) burn to ashes. The flags of the realms are iconic in their own right! Olympius' flag is an eagle against a gold field holding an olive branch and lightning bolt in each of its talons. The flag of the Underwater realm is that of a hippocampus against a royal blue field with the royal crest in the background. The flag of the Underworld is that of a silver Cerberus against a black field while the flag of the Freshwater Territories is that of a leaping silver trout against a pastel blue field.
A go-to drink for her is homemade lemon infused water. She also likes ginger ale, lemon-lime soda, peppermint tea, white wine, soy milk, pineapple juice, & sugar cookie milkshakes from The Frozen Spoon. She also likes the cafe au lait, vanilla hazlenut latte, olympian sized flat whites, and small pear banana splashes from The Roasted Bean.
Though Eikono loves all formats of books, her personal preference are hardcovers, for aesthetic reasons.
She has a following on social media. On her PanopTube channel she posts videos of book reviews, author interviews, & book hauls. Her bookshelf tour video has four million views!
Eikono has quite a few jobs/businesses. She oversees the New Olympus Public Library downtown, has a publishing company (Inkdrop Press), bookstores (Pterýgio & Kýlisi), a book subscription box service (Page Turners), as well as being an acclaimed writer! She has written many books in a variety of genres geared towards children & adults. She also has an official website where she sells decorative bookmarks! For other means of income she models for/endorses Threads of Wisdom, White Lily Gallery, and Olive Visibly.
She loves the roast chicken sandwich (on ciabatta bread) from The Bread Box.
A guilty pleasure for her are rainbow sushi rolls!
In the pantheon Eikono's good friends with Dimósia (goddess of debate), Litismós (goddess of culture), Pathos (god of emotion), Apheleia (goddess of simplicity), Neicus (god of debate & appeal), Mousika (goddess of studying & music); one of The Horae, Favian (god of philosophy), Eusebeia (Bea) (goddess of piety, loyalty, duty, & filial respect), Porus (god of resourcefulness), Aeschyne (goddess of modesty & honor), Penia (goddess of poverty), Pistis (goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith), Soteria (goddess of safety), Elpis (goddess of hope); her cousin's wife, Praxidike (goddess of judicial punishment), Nomos (god of laws), Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language), Ptocheia (goddess of beggary), Themis (Titaness of justice), Aletheia (goddess of truth), and Hestia (goddess of the hearth). She also admires the work of Athena (goddess of wisdom).
She hosts annual book drives on the steps of the library every year.
For her birthday her girlfriend got her the book stack shaped jeweled Diamond Ave. clutch.
She's currently in a relationship with Sophia (goddess of thought). It was said that Eikono was attracted to her brain before anything else. They've been dating for a few months & they both feel really comfortable with each other. She enjoys the many intellectual discussions they have and they way her heart flutters every time Sophia laughs. They sometimes spend the night at each other's place (Sophia is only a thirty minute cab ride away in the Little Athens neighborhood). They're currently planning a month long vacation to Olympia.
Her favorite desserts are the poppy seed cupcakes and kariokes from Hollyhock's Bakery.
She once donated two million drachmas to a small public school in Ithaca whose library was destroyed in a flash flood.
A couple of years ago at the Olympian Gala (there was no set theme), Eikono showed up in a custom made gown known as the "La Bibliotheque" dress. The dress had a full skirt, a mixture of leather & old paper, skillfully intertwined with tulle, rattan, and lace. The spines of old books were used to craft the corset- the complete process taking almost 250 hours! Her short light blonde hair was in a low tight chignon.
Her all time favorite meal is garlic ginger chicken with white rice. She's also a huge fan of Sophia's macaroni salad.
In her free time Eikono prefers reading to watching TV. She also loves working on her writing (while classical music is playing in the background). Outside she enjoys jogging, bike riding, going to museums, football (soccer), and horseback riding.
"Books are the mirrors to the soul."
#my oc#original character#my original oc#my oc character#my character#oc character#oc intro#character intro#oc introduction#character introduction#modern greek mythology#modern greek gods#greek myth retellings#greek goddess#greek goddesses
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WoF Percy Jackson AU
So, I was in the car.
And bored.
So my brain came up with this monstrosity.
So may I present to you my probably never going to be used WoF Percy Jackson AU.
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First off, the dragonets of destiny(caregivers included):
Starflight - son of Athena
Tsunami - daughter of Posidon
Sunny - daughter of Apollo
Glory - daughter of Hecate (NOTE: Jambu is her half brother and son of Aphrodite)
Clay - the satyr that bought all four of them to camp
Kestrel - daughter of Ares
Webs - son of Dionysus(?)
Dune - son of Hades (veteran demigod)
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Jade winglet:
Moonwatcher - daughter of Hecate
Qibli - son of Hermes
Winter - son of Boreas(god of the North wind)
Turtle - son of Hecate
Kinkajou - daughter of Euphrosyne(Goddess of Good Cheer, Joy Mirth. One of the Charities)
Umber - son of Hermes
Carneilan - daughter of Ares
Peril - daughter of Hephaestus
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lost continent protagonists:
blue - son of Jupiter
Cricket - daughter of Athena
Sundew - daughter of Demeter
Snowfall - daughter of Kihone(Goddess of snow)
Luna - daughter of Jupiter
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other characters:
Anenome - daughter of Hecate
Darkstalker - son of Hades, legacy of Hecate
Albatross - son of Oizys(goddess of misery, anxiety, grief, depression and misfortune), legacy of Hecate
Fathom - son of Posidon, legacy of Hecate
Indigo - daughter of Hermes
Jambu - son of Aphrodite(Glory's half brother)
Willow - tree nymph
swordtail - son of Dionysus
Bumblebee - daughter of Koios(titan of the inquisitive mind)
Morrowseer - son of Dolos(greek god of lies)
Blaze - daughter of Aphrodite, legacy of Hermes(Blister, Burn and smolder's half sister)
Blister - daughter of Dolos, legacy of Hermes(Blaze, Burn and smolder's half sister)
Burn - daughter of Ares, legacy of Hermes(Blister, Blaze and smolder's half sister)
Onyx - daughter of Fulla(Norse goddess of secrets)
smolder - son of Pistis, legacy of Hermes(God of good faith, trust and reliability, Blister, Blaze and Burn's half brother)
Thorn - magician, path of Ash (god of oases, and vineyards of the western Nile Delta)
Deathbringer - magician, path of set(or should it be path of Anubis? I don't know)
Oasis - daughter of Hermes
Clearsight - daughter of Hecate
Listener - daughter of Minerva
Whiteout - N/A(at the moment)
Fatespeaker - N/A(at the moment)
#this took me so fucking long#like the amount of time i spent on this istg#percy jackson#i'm way to used to tagging on wattpad#wings of fire#jade winglet#dragonets of destiny#holy fuck it's been over an hour since i started this#WoF lost continent prophecy#greek mythology#roman mythology#norse mythology#egyptian mythology#gods#goddesses#magicians#magic#this was so much research to one single post holy crap#camp half blood#new rome(percy jackson)#valhalla(percy jackson)#my dinner is cold so i'm gonna go
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I'm back after 4ish days!
Everyone is a monster but Alya AU
Gabriel/Hawk Moth - Vampire
Gabriel is actually Count Dracula (Prince Dracul of Walluchia?). After losing his kingdom and becoming a vampire, he has been periodically disappearing and returning to (human) society with a new identity. His current identity is his 100th one.
As one of the first vampires, he holds incredible sway over their society and is basically the vampire king of France. He uses that power to moonlight as Hawkmoth without vampires from other countries catching on to him. Even if they did figure things out, it's not like they could do anything to stop him.
Emile is Gabriel's 100th human lover. The pair found the miraculous when they were archeologists in China (the Emile lore expands).
Gabriel is absolutely overpowerd as Hawk Moth. Without a miraculous, he has all the powers and weaknesses of an old school vampire (sunlight only depowers them instead of hurting them, he can control the weather, he can control animals like rats and wolves, he needs to be invited into a house in order to enter) and is at the same power level of an akumatized supervillain. With a miraculous, he is just as strong as Witch!Ladybug.
Also, in this au Hawk Moth uses his vampiric hypnotism to make people accept his akumas. I only thought of this change because one of the writers made that stupid twitter post that "aKuMaS ArEn'T bRaInWaShEd" so decided to make a better justification for it.
Nathalie/Mayura - Ghoul
Nathalie became Gabriel's assistant/Ghoul about 40 years before the start of the show. During that time, Gabriel needed a more personal assistant that was loyal to him and decided to turn the first person that showed up to the job interview.
Okay so if a Vampire bites someone and uses their weird black magic it makes a ghoul. If a vampire shares blood with a ghoul/human then it makes a full vampire. If a vampire bites someone and dosen't use their weird magic then it dosen't do anything. I should totally be hired to worldbuild someone's show lol.
Emile was having an affair with Nathalie because woman bonding over protecting themselves from the man that thinks he owns them and because I said so!
More specifically, Nathalie's end goal is to stab Gabriel in the back and take Awake!Emile/Adrien far away from Paris. However, after seeing how devoted Gabriel is to Emile, Nathalie started developing feelings for him too (the plot thickens)
Nathalie has a special bond with Dusuu because she thinks their situations are similar. Just that.
Lila - Demigoddess
Lila is the half-human child of Mendacius, the Roman version of Dolos (the Greek god of Lies).
Basically, the gods are real and having still having kids like Percy Jackson's Olympians. But unlike Percy Jackson's Olympians, they got a lot (more) weaker from the majority of people not believing they exist anymore. So while they are still dangerous, the witch society/ vampire society poses a real threat to them which forces them to stay hidden and lay low.
Lila started using her powers to brainwash her mother with Lies ever since she was 12 years old. She does this so she can basically do whatever she wants. Lila's main powers are (obviously) making people believe everything she lies about, but she can also use the Evil Eye curse (like a real witch).
Lila came to France so she could find a way to steal the miraculous and use them for herself. Additionally, because her father's domain is falsehoods and deceptions, Lila immediately figured out Ladybug/Chat Noir/Hawk Moth's identities after seeing pictures of their civilian selves and superhero selves. She uses this information to manipulate all three of them; she makes an alliance with Gabriel/Hawk Moth; she uses her connections to get closer and closer with Adrien; and she manipulates the school to turn on Marinette because Lila considers her the only real obstacle to her true plan, stealing three miraculous! Lila is playing a game of chess with everyone, meanwhile Gabriel and Nathalie are playing checkers, and Marinette is playing chutes and ladders (and Adrien is just off to the side watching eveyone play).
In this AU, Alya originally believes Lila's lies, but since Marinette revealed her identity to Alya, it broke the effect Lila's powers had on Alya. Basically, a lot of the stuff Lila pulls happens way earlier, but this time Alya is aware of whats going on and exposes her lies (which should have happened in the show)
And that's that! Coming up with a bunch of ideas on the fly and writing them down was a lot more fun then I thought it would be, so if I make another original post it will either be me dragging a certain fandom for it's decades worth of racism (not miraculous, Harriyanna has her work cut out already doing that. Also the fandom I am talking about is way more blatant about it) or it will be me posting more unhinged ideas about this AU!!!
Thank you all for liking this!
#gabriel agreste#hawk moth#Vampire!Hawk Moth#MLB writers salt#nathalie sancoeur#Ghoul!Mayura#Demigoddess!Lila#Everyone is a monster but Alya AU
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Which greek god/goddess would you assign to each of the ROs?
Saeko
Nemesis
Nemesis was the goddess of indignation against, and retribution for, evil deeds and undeserved good fortune.
In myth Nemesis was particularly concerned with matters of love. She appears as an avenging agent in the stories of Narkissos and Nikaia, whose callous actions brought about the death of their wooers
Fai
Harpocrates + Oizys
Harpocrates was the god of silence in the Hellenistic religion, adapted by the Greeks from the god Horus, who in Egypt represented the rising sun.
One of the symbols associated with the god Harpocrates was the rose: the expression sub rosa is used to mean confidentiality.
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"In Greek mythology, Oizys is the goddess of misery, anxiety, grief, depression, and misfortune. Her Roman name is Miseria, from which the English word misery is derived."
Akiyo
Coeus
Koios (Coeus) was the Titan-god of the inquisitive mind.
Coeus also represented one of the four pillars that hold the heavens and the earth apart. Based on his Greek name, it has been suggested that Coeus may have also been the Titan of inquisitive minds and intellect.
Kaisen
Dolos + Aergia
In Greek mythology, Dolos or Dolus is the spirit of trickery. He is also a master at cunning deception, craftiness, and treachery. Dolos appears in some stories tricking gods into lies.
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In Greek mythology, Aergia is the personification of sloth, idleness, indolence and laziness.
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Momus
Momus was the god of satire, mockery, and poets in Greek mythology; as well as a spirit of evil-spirited blame and unfair criticism.
He constantly mocked the Olympians, and because of this, he was exiled from Mount Olympus.
Miokai/Miioni/Mio
Narcissus
Narcissus, in Greek mythology, the son of the river god Cephissus and the nymph Liriope. He was distinguished for his beauty.
he rejected all romantic advances, eventually falling in love with his own reflection in a pool of water, staring at it for the remainder of his life.
Zephyr
Ares
As the god of war or, more properly, the spirit of battle. He was a superior fighter in battle and caused great bloodshed and destruction wherever he went.
Consequently, he was loved neither by gods nor by men. Ares is the Greek god of courage and war. He is one of the Twelve Olympians, and the son of Zeus and Hera.
Dante
Euphrosyne
Euphrosyne is a Goddess of Good Cheer, Joy and Mirth.
One of the three sister goddesses (known as the three Graces) who are the givers of charm and beauty in Greek mythology. Her task in the world was to fill it with joy and pleasant times.
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(Cardcaptor Sakura PJ AU)
Sakura Kinomoto: Granddaughter of Hecate (basically her mother is Hecate's daughter)
Touya Kinomoto: Son of Hypnos (Touya and Sakura are half-siblings in this AU)
Tomoyo Daidouji: Granddaughter of Athena (Annabeth's best niece)
Li Syaoran: Son of Jupiter (or Chronos)
Li Meiling: Daughter of Mars
Takashi Yamazaki: Son of Hermes (or Dolos)
Chiharu Mihara: Daughter of Aletheia
Dunno about others
Imma be real with you, I've never interacted with PJ. All I know is that it involves kids/ grandkids of greek gods.
At least I think they're greek? Mars and Jupiter are Roman.
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Effective Deception
The room was dark, stale and there was a lingering stench of something, but it was comforting in a way that Draco couldn’t pinpoint.
“This is somehow your fault.”
Well, it would have been comforting if it wasn’t for Potter.
“I can barely hear the music from that God awful band the Ministry hired. Which means they can’t hear us.”
“I think you mean you,” Draco grumbled as he threw his cloak on the ground and sat on top of it.
Potter’s hands were on his hips as he turned around to glare. “And why is that, may I ask? Why am I the only one trying to get us out of this dingy closet?”
“Dingy, perhaps but this is not quite a closet.”
“I—” Potter frowned so harshly Draco wondered how anyone found him attractive. “What does that matter?”
Draco shrugged as he placed his hands behind his head and leaned back towards the wall. “Exaggerations are addictive and hide the truth.”
He could feel Potter’s stare, but he wasn’t sure he cared.
“I didn’t exactly lie.”
“Never said you did.”
The confusion in Potter’s voice caused Draco’s lips to twitch. It really had been a long time since he’d had a decent conversation.
“You are weirder than I remember.”
Draco closed his eyes as he chuckled lowly. “I promise you, I am nothing like you remember.”
The silence that followed was stilted and it was comforting in the way that he knew Potter wasn’t. “Is there a reason you are trying so hard to leave?”
“We’re stuck,” Potter said slowly, as if he thought Draco was stupid. “We are stuck inside a dingy closet inside the Ministry while everyone else is in the ballroom.”
“But we’re also away from prying eyes,” Draco countered with a slow stretch of his lips as the sound of Potter shifting could be heard.
“We’re away from the crowd, the people, the stares, the suffocating feeling of being surrounded and yet still alone.” He opened his eyes and revelled in the way that Potter’s widened.
“I—”
“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? When you left the room to wander the corridors? You just wanted somewhere to think, somewhere to be alone, somewhere to breathe in peace.”
Potter’s eyes searched his face before he took several steps back until they were on opposite ends.
“How do you know that, Malfoy?”
When Draco’s grin turned feral, and his teeth poked through the smile, he heard Potter pull out a wand.
“Who said I was Malfoy?”
A lazy hand and a breath of air was all it took to dispel the magic in the room. “All you wizards think alike. Wizards hold the entitlement that they are better than Muggles but never stop to think that they are beneath other things out there.”
“Other things,” Potter whispered as his hand tightened around his wand. “What do you mean?”
“Humans are so insignificant, so tiny, so microscopic compared to the real wonders around them. Or in your case, the horrors.”
Fear was something he had seen many times over and the lack of fright in Potter was unique, it was enthralling in a way. He wanted to test it, to see what it would take to break, to see what would make the fear active.
“What are you?”
“It never is ‘who’, is it? Always what. I can’t say I have feelings, but if I did, that would hurt.”
Potter raised his wand high before taking a step forward and he couldn’t help but snort. It was either brave or stupid, and he had a feeling it was a cross between the two.
“I have many names,” he continued, eyes watching Potter in amusement. “None you would know and that’s tragic. You can call me Dolos. Just know that I sought you out specifically.”
“Why?”
“Because you lie. I told you, exaggerations hide the truth and you rarely tell the truth.”
Potter’s wand went lax and so did his face. The fear that he had wanted to see didn’t happen, only confusion, and that was tedious.
“Lie? What are you on about? I’m a good person. I brought down Voldemort, I spend my free time helping others. I have always done what other people expected of me.”
Dolos stood up and snorted when Potter’s wand rose.
“I’m not denying your merits, Potter. Good people lie and being good doesn’t save you.”
When Potter said nothing and the frown deepened, he felt a twitch inside him, a sign of the host fighting back.
“The boy who lived.” The whisper carried around the room and the uneasy atmosphere rose and that was truly comforting. “That’s a lie in and of itself. You didn’t live, did you?”
“I came back.”
“You died and that drew my attention.” Each step he took towards Potter echoed loudly, far louder than normal.
“I died and that’s why you’re targeting me?”
“I target liars, Potter. You lie when you say you are fine, you lie when you say you don’t mind helping others. You lie when you say you are happy, you lie when you say you are in love. You lie every waking part of your day. When you sacrifice your own happiness for others, you lie. You tell more lies than you do the truth and that is why I am here.”
Potter moved sideways in an attempt to get away, but Dolos just followed at a slower pace.
“Lying isn’t necessarily a bad thing,” Potter said as he continued to inch away.
“No,” Dolos agreed as his nail elongated and the sound of them scratching against the wall reverberated around the room. “But lying is my thing. I created lies, I created deception, I am behind treachery. Each time you lie, no matter how mundane, I feel it. I hear it. I see it. And it’s mine.”
“What do you want?” Potter whispered, eyes closed and hands on the wall. “Why are you using Malfoy’s body?”
“This was the form that you wanted, this was the body that drew you in.”
“What?”
Potter’s eyes opened comically wide and Dolos tsked loudly in response.
“I didn’t want this, I didn’t want Malfoy.”
Dolos pursed his lips as he adopted a faux pout. “You can lie to yourself, you can lie to your friends, even your job but you can not lie to me.” He trailed a nail along Potter’s cheek and carefully nicked the skin on the downstroke.
“I deal in lies, Potter, don’t do me a disservice by insulting my intelligence.” Dolos let the drop of blood that pooled to fall into his nail. “You wanted Malfoy, you craved him but denied your emotions. You can’t stop lying even to yourself.”
“What does Malfoy have to do with this?”
“You wouldn’t have followed me if it weren’t for him. You have this fascination with Malfoy, and I know you don’t understand it. That’s okay, I do.”
Potter jerked away when Dolos rubbed the blood into his forehead.
“Don’t worry,” Dolos whispered as he leaned forward into Potter’s space. “Malfoy is still here inside of me. I can feel what he thinks. He wants to break free, get out, save you even. He’s a fighter, did you know that?”
“Yeah,” Potter said, quietly, barely heard. “I knew that.”
Dolos’ eyes narrowed when he felt another surge from the host. “Strange. You know more than you let on and yet you still lie.”
Potter closed his eyes tightly and there was anger, but Dolos couldn’t tell if it was internal or directed at him.
“What do you want?”
“I want a lot of things,” Dolos mumbled as more surges from the host continued to affect him. “But for starters, you owe me. Every lie you told, every exaggeration you let twist the truth is mine. I demand repayment for each and every one of them.”
“Repayment, how?”
Dolos hummed as he gripped Potter’s chin in his hands. “Do you know what made it possible to take over Malfoy? How easy it was, how simple.”
“Does he lie too?”
The surges of power were getting stronger with each passing moment and he knew he didn’t have much time.
“No, hardly ever,” Dolos whispered as his free hand drew a design in the blood. “He tells the truth so bluntly and with so little care that people take his words as insults. People find him distrustful despite the truth that leaves his mouth. Interesting that your society deems those that lie as sin but look at you.”
Potter’s brows furrowed as he inhaled sharply when Dolos leaned close to breathe a spell against the design. Light poured out of the sigil and illuminated the room.
“You can’t go a single day without lying to someone and that includes yourself. The saviour of the wizarding world can’t tell the truth to save his life.”
“I—”
“And that,” Dolos continued, ignoring Harry completely. “Is the price I seek. The lies you tell are mine and I do not give you permission. Tell the truth or your life is forfeit.”
“You’re going to kill me if I lie?” Potter fought against Dolos’ hold and the fight in him was admirable if not a little sad.
“No, I’ll take your soul. If you think you’ll come back a second time, you’re wrong. Not even the Master of Death can hide from lies.”
“Master of Death? I’m not—”
“Tsk tsk. You’re off to a bad start, aren’t you?” He grinned when Potter grew confused. Baiting humans was fun and far more entertaining than he remembered.
One last whispered spell and the light grew too bright for Potter to keep his eyes open. The tether of magic was complete, and he could feel the brightness of Potter’s soul. It was a soul worth having and he couldn’t wait to have it in his collection.
“Heed my words, Wizard. You lie, and you are mine. Exaggerations become addictive until you can’t help but lie. Remember that.”
The light left with him as he abandoned the host. Another lie to find, another soul to take.
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There was only a split second between Harry opening his eyes and seeing Malfoy sway back and forth before he lunged forward in time to catch him. Low grumbling was heard as he lowered them both to the ground.
Malfoy’s eyes opened and he blinked rapidly.
“Merlin, either I’m still dreaming, or you’ve sullied your face Potter.”
Harry wiped at his forehead in the hopes that some of the blood would come off, but he was sure he looked a right mess regardless.
“What are we doing?” Malfoy asked as he sat up and shoved Harry away. “Why are we dressed up? Why are we in a dingy closet.”
“I thought it looked like a closet too,” Harry complained lowly.
“What’s going on?” Malfoy demanded as he stood up and dusted his clothes off with a wince. “Why have you kidnapped me?”
Harry snorted as he pushed himself off the floor. “I didn’t kidnap you. Nor would I want to.” He had to lean against the wall as the reality of everything that had happened hit him. Truth. No one was going to believe him, and he wasn’t sure how to explain any of it.
Lying was easy, so easy. Far simpler than telling the truth.
“Are you okay?” Malfoy asked with a tentative step closer. “You’ve got dried blood on your face and I’ve got to say, you’ve looked better. Well, sometimes.”
Harry looked up and took in Malfoy’s expression. He had always thought Malfoy was pretentious, a git, a right tool and at times an idiot; those might still be true, but he had never stopped to consider whether Malfoy was a liar.
“You tell the truth a lot, don’t you?”
Malfoy’s head jerked back slightly as his brows arched. “What’s the point of lying when the truth hurts more?”
When Harry said nothing, Malfoy stopped in front of him.
“You never answered me. Are you okay?”
Harry wanted to lie, wanted to say he was fine, more than fine but as he stared into Malfoy’s eyes and recalled Dolos’ warning, he couldn’t.
“No, I’m not, and I haven’t been okay in a long time.”
A bright light surrounded his body and Harry knew that he’d have to be like Malfoy if he was to survive.
He’d have to tell the truth, even if it hurt.
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I Believe In Love [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader] — Seven: Humanity
Summary: When you find your calling to leave Themyscira, you venture out to the World of Man with intentions of helping and healing a very specific person's relationship with his son. You've heard his voice before, but only in dreams. You've felt his pain and anguish and you've never been able to relate to anything more. But things don't come easy for you, and they certainly don't come easy for him either. [This series contains spoilers for WW84 and is my interpretation of what happens after the movie ends].
Warnings: 18+ SMUT, unprotected p in v, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, reader is a virgin.
Word count: 6,300>
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Max stood outside, his back pressed against his car. He closed his eyes as the morning sun warmed his skin - only it felt more like an unpleasant, burning sensation. He felt a fire of anguish rife within him. He was furious. How had he let all this happen? How had little Maxwell Lorenzano let this happen? He scrunched up his nose in disdain as a single tear slipped from his eye and rolled down his cheek. He had nobody to blame but himself, and that’s what hurt the most. He had come so close to losing everything. He could still lose everything. You had preached to him about how Diana was symbolic of hope and that she’d never judge him, yet, Max couldn’t help but feel like she was judging him. When she told him that the consequences of his actions lay in his fate with Alistair. And in that moment, he felt so undeserving. He was a bad man who had done bad things and maybe he just wasn’t cut out to be a father. Maybe Alistair would be better off with Julianna. Maxwell found himself losing hope.
You were still inside, looking over some documents about Dolos’ dreamstone that Diana had been collecting. She explained to you that most of it had been provided by her old friend, Dr Barbara Minerva. Dr Minerva was a gemologist, according to Diana, who had looked into Romulus’ dreamstone just a few days ago. “Where is she now?” you asked Diana as your finger traced the sketch of the stone. At least you knew what exactly you were looking for. A gorgeous citrine stone with Greek scripture engraved into it.
Diana smiled faintly, but the glaze in her dark eyes were not lost on you. “She’s gone.” Diana whispered, looking into the distance.
“Oh Diana, I’m so sorry,” you frowned, placing a gentle and comforting hand in the small of Diana’s back. “Did Max know her?”
Diana took a sharp breath. “Yes.” she said coldly, before spinning around on her heel and walking over to her desk. You wanted to prod further and find out more but you noticed how stand off-ish Diana had become over your brief mention of Max and his relationship with Barbara. You figured it might not be best to push it. At least not right now.
You hadn’t stopped thinking about Maxwell and you were aware that he had been standing outside for quite a long while. You hoped that he was okay. You sighed, taking Diana and Barbara’s research and composing it into a pile for you to take away. “I should be going then. If we want to catch the flight to Athens.” you shrugged with a caring smile. Diana glanced back at you.
“Did my mother grant you permission to come here?” Diana asked, quirking her eyebrow.
You bit your lip nervously. “No,” you admitted. “Queen Hippolyta believed I was foolish for wanting to come here. I told her I had my calling but she didn’t care. My mother Hestia granted me a secret passage. Queen Hippolyta hasn’t been the same since you left.”
Diana nodded knowingly before saying your name gently, almost cautiously. “My mother didn’t grant you permission to come to the world of man because you’re too powerful.” Diana informed you. Her face hardened and she had become incredibly serious. You knotted your eyebrows in bewilderment and slowly shook your head.
“I- I don’t understand.” you said weakly. Too powerful for the world of man?
“You are the daughter of Zeus and Hestia. You are a goddess,” Diana smiled, cupping your face with her hand. “I’m only a demi-God, I have half the power you have. I can be here. But to have a whole Goddess walking on this earth, utilizing her powers… you’re playing a dangerous game. I’ve read about this in ancient Amazonian mythology. It would lead to the world’s destruction.” Diana explained quietly.
“I would never want to harm this world.” you reassured Diana, pulling out of her grip and narrowing your eyes in disbelief.
“I know,” Diana hushed you. “I know you would never want to harm this world. But it’s not about what you want. It’s about the inevitable. Do you think Maxwell wanted to cause all the death and destruction? All the hate and war?”
“No of course not.” you replied.
“But he did. And now he’s… dealing with the aftermath. You might be here to help Maxwell and that’s okay. That is your duty. But you cannot stay. You must return to Themyscira once this is over with. You have to.”
“Yes but Max-” you began to protest but Diana cut you off.
“Once you fulfill your calling and bring him and Alistair together, you will have satisfied your duty as the goddess of home and hearth. You have no reason to stay, right?”
She was right. No reason to stay. But shit- you had become so attached to Max Lord and his son, you never even considered the fact you might have to leave them. It wasn’t even a ‘might’. You were going to have to leave them eventually and you didn’t have long at all. “Right,” you confirmed sadly, but trying to remain as composed as possible. “But I don’t even know how to get back to Themyscira.” you sighed.
Diana grabbed the rope of your lasso and traced the patterned ridges in between her father. “By combining both our lassos, I can create a one-way portal back home. When all this is over, you know where to find me,” Diana promised. Your heart ached. You felt nauseous. And you knew now you had to go outside and face Maxwell. You had to tell him. Your mind was racing as you wondered how he’d react to the news. “I know how you feel...” Diana said softly before looking out the window and into the sky above. “Once you’re back home, you’ll miss him. You’ll think about Max every single day. Just like I think about Steve.”
You didn’t even know how to answer, you were hurting too much. You knew Diana was only looking out for you and what was best for the world of man, but this wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t you stay? Why did you have to leave Maxwell? You picked up the papers and held them close to your chest. “I’ll see you in Athens, Diana.” was all you said, before leaving the Smithsonian.
Maxwell saw you approaching before you set eyes on him. He wiped his eyes and took a deep breath before giving you a small wave so you knew where he had parked his car. As he caught your attention, a bout of relief washed over you. He was beautiful - his hair golden under the sun and the gold rings on his fingers sparkling as the rays of light bounced off them. He made you feel safe and happy. But as you got closer to him, you began to feel afraid. Leaving him was going to be the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.
The car ride to the airport was difficult. Maxwell hadn’t put the radio on this time, and so the journey was filled with an unwelcome silence. Every few minutes you would take a shaky exhale and try and work up the courage to tell him what Diana had told you. About how you couldn’t stay. You had to leave. But even before you said anything, you could cut the tension with a knife. He wasn’t okay and you knew it.
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“Flight RD270401 from Washington D.C. to Athens, Greece, is now boarding from gate 8.” echoed the airport speakers overhead. With your hand pressed against the cold window glass, you looked in awe at the airplane. It was unlike anything you had ever seen before. You looked back at Maxwell, who was pinching the bridge of his nose, talking to one of the airport employees. She was clearly saying something he had no interest in hearing. He shook his head to whatever she had told him, and he wiggled his finger at her. The conversation ended with him signing an autograph for her and then sauntering towards you.
You had managed to swindle your way past passport security thanks to your trusted lasso of Hestia, but Maxwell was still anxious you'd somehow get stuck in Athens without a passport and wouldn't be able to return to D.C. back in time for the court hearing. You tried reassuring him that everything would be alright, but he had a stubborn mind and he was already worked up from what Diana had told him earlier. That the consequence of his actions lied in the fate of his and Alistair's relationship. He knew that couldn't be good.
“She changed our one-way plane tickets to return tickets, so we have two days to get the dreamstone and then we must head back to D.C.” Maxwell informed you with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. Only two days in Greece, and then it was back home to prepare for court. And then you had to go. He had barely spoken to you since the museum. You understood his stress and you missed hearing his sweet voice, but you didn't want to push him to talk about what happened back there if he wasn't ready.
"What did it cost you?" you asked hesitantly.
"She just wanted an autograph and my number," Maxwell shrugged, narrowing his eyes in the direction of the airplane. He was trying to read the docking gate number. "Come on, that's our flight."
Even though Diana had clearly explained that the world had forgotten about the broadcast, he couldn’t shake his guilty conscience. It felt strange- people still approaching him and asking him for autographs, giving him attention. It only added to his feeling of shame.
Maxwell walked hurriedly and you felt like you were practically chasing after him. There was hardly a rush. The airplane had just landed. "Your number?" you asked curiously.
"So she can call me." Maxwell explained further, his voice stone cold and emotionless. His comment was abrupt and to the point. It wasn’t a big deal. She might have believed she had a chance to go on a date with Maxwell Lord, but she really didn’t, and Maxwell knew that. He had more important things going on, and besides, his mind was already unwillingly preoccupied with you.
"Why would she want to do that?" you asked and Maxwell scoffed. He knew you weren’t accustomed to the nature of exchanging numbers and what that meant, but his frustration was increasing by the second. The thought of getting on a flight made him feel anxious and uneasy. He hadn’t been on a flight since he used the President’s chopper, Marine One, to fly to the bunker. Every little thing was reminding him of the incident and it was traumatic. Maxwell hadn’t even prepared himself for the chance of coming into contact with the dreamstone again.
"Jesus, do you have to question everything?" Maxwell snapped, abruptly halting in his footsteps and turning to you. You froze, your blood running cold as you sensed his anger. You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling timid, and ducked your head down. He shouted at you, and the ferocity in his voice made you feel small and vulnerable. "I'm sorry," Max sighed when he saw the change in your conduct. His heart sank in his chest, knowing that he was to blame for your demeanor. Just like he was to blame for everything else. "Let's just get seated, okay?"
You didn't reply, but followed him to gate 8 in silence as you queued up to get your tickets checked so you could board. Everything about this experience was brand new and awe-inspiring. You had watched many airplanes jet off into the sky and fly into the clouds above. Despite being so far away from home, you found comfort in knowing that both you and the Amazons were underneath the same sky. You had never felt so close to them.
Maxwell was truly more than happy to help you find the dreamstone. He knew it was something you needed to do, and after all, you were helping him with Alistair. You had warned him that if you didn't find the dreamstone, it could cause the world to end. The world had almost ended just a few days ago before Max had renounced his wish. It was serious. But to Max, all that mattered was Alistair. Even if you successfully destroyed the dreamstone, if he lost custody of Alistair then his life would be over. Alistair was his whole world. His only reason. He couldn't lose him. His life depended on it.
Just as you got strapped in, a flight attendant walked by. "Ah, are you two on your honeymoon?" she smiled, her blue eyes glittering. "Two seats in first class have just opened up, if you'd like."
"Yes!" Maxwell exhaled sharply, unclipping his belt and then reaching down to your lap unclip yours and pull you up. He needed the luxury of first class. It brought him a sense of normality.
“What’s a honeymoon?” you hissed, looking around the cabin.
“Just pretend we’re married, okay?” Maxwell hissed back before putting on a fake smile to present his charming exterior.
As the air hostess guided you to first class, she swooned over Maxwell.
“I love your infomercials,” she cooed, placing her hand on his arm and tracing the curve of his bicep. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in your chest. “The part where you’re on a yacht and you say that thing about how you don’t need a business degree to get started is so inspiring. And sexy.” she sighed longingly, fluttering her dark eyelashes.
Before Max could reply, you grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. He looked at you, his eyes widening slightly with shock. Maybe he was always going to be taken aback by your touch. You made him feel a way he had never felt before.
“Yes,” you smiled leaning over to take her hand off Maxwell. “My husband is very talented.”
There was no denying the way Max’s heart raced at your words. He swore he’d never remarry after Julianna. He’d also sworn that he’d never fall in love again. But then you came into his life and things changed. For a second, he actually imagined what it would be like to marry you. He imagined a life where he could show you off on his arm. He could treat you, spoil you, kiss you all day and all night. He imagined you looking over Alistair. He had already become familiar with the maternal side of you. As his mind wandered, he imagined the possibility of you giving him some more children. He cursed himself for letting himself get carried away; lost in thoughts that could never happen.
About an hour later, you were finally in the air and looking over Diana’s documents about Dolos’ dreamstone, provided by Dr Minerva. Maxwell was slumped against the blue velveteen chair, his legs spread as he nursed a glass of whiskey and picked at some peanuts. You sighed, feeling defeated. Your mind was overcome by all this new-found knowledge about the stone and you just wanted to relax. If you could do anything, you’d curl into Maxwell’s lap and fall asleep in his strong arms. But there was one thing preying on your mind. One thing you still needed to tell him.
“How are you feeling?” you asked quietly, and Maxwell looked up at you, his chocolate brown eyes meeting yours.
“Better,” he admitted with a small smile. “Athens is very beautiful. I think you’ll like it,” Your heart warmed knowing that he was feeling better. It was probably due to his intake of alcohol but nevertheless, his anxiety had eased and that’s all that mattered. Maxwell took a deep breath and tried to repress the smirk that was threatening to play on his lips. “You’re beautiful. Come here,” he said, patting his thigh. You bit your lip and walked over to Max, sliding down and sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arm around your body and pressed a soft kiss into your neck. Whiskey always gave him a boost of confidence but nothing had ever felt so right. You belonged in his arms. You belonged with him. He dragged his tongue up your skin and pressed a kiss into your jaw, nibbling at you gently with his teeth. You hummed in delight, loving the way his lips felt against you. “I am so glad you’re here,” Maxwell admitted, looking into your eyes. “I’m so glad you came into my life. I don’t know what I’d be doing if you weren’t here. I don’t know how I’d cope.” he confessed before pressing another kiss into you.
Your blood ran cold at his words. He might not know what he’d do without you, but he’d have to learn. You couldn’t stay with him in DC no matter how much you wanted to and he was going to have to learn to accept that. You had to tell him. It was now or never.
You pulled away from his lips and smoothed your hands over his hair. You noticed the way his roots were a dark brown colour and thought about how it faded into a dirty blonde. Did he dye his hair? You remembered your vision of him when he was younger and he had dark brown hair. That was why you hadn’t recognised him as Lorenzano. You still had so many questions to ask him but so little time.
“Max...” you croaked as tears pricked your eyes.
“Hey, what is it?” Maxwell cooed, rubbing circles into your back. You rest your head on his shoulder. You really were in love with him.
But you had to suck up your feelings. You closed your eyes. “I can’t stay,” you revealed, taking a deep breath. When Max didn’t reply, you managed to bring yourself to open your eyes and look at him, trying to judge his reaction. “Diana said I can’t stay.”
Maxwell was perplexed. He looked at you, then looked at his surroundings on the airplane and then looked back at you. “You can’t stay where? D.C.?”
“The world of man,” You sighed, playing with his hair. It was so difficult to read Maxwell’s expression. It felt like he was frozen in time. “She said I’m a goddess and I’m too powerful to stay. I could accidentally cause the world’s destruction.” you scoffed at how ridiculous Diana’s claim sounded, but deep down, you knew it made sense. She was your princess and you had to trust her, no matter what.
“But- what- how- what?” Maxwell exclaimed. He felt sick. He didn’t understand, but his stomach was in knots. There was a chance he was going to lose Alistair, and now you were going to leave him too. Maybe this is what he deserved, but he didn’t like it one bit. You had only just come into his life and you were like a blessing in disguise. Now you were going to leave?
“Max,” you whimpered, letting the tears drip down your face. “I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go back home. I want to stay here with you and Alistair.” you sniffed, pressing your palm flat against his chest. Seeing you cry was pushing him to cry.
“Don’t go,” he begged, shaking his head. “There must be a way you can stay. A loophole or something.”
“I don’t think so,” you shook your head in defeat. “I wasn’t even meant to come here. Our queen denied my request but my mother granted me passage to the world of man. She shouldn’t have, but she just wanted me to complete my calling and fulfil my duty as the goddess of home and hearth.”
“Hey, we’ll figure something out okay?” Max reassured, but his expression showed anything but assurity.
“We can’t,” you sobbed. Your tears were beginning to dampen his shirt but he didn't care. He held you close and tight as if it was going to be the last time. “I have to go.” you confirmed, hating the way the words sounded as they parted your lips.
“How long do we have?” Maxwell asked you, letting a tear slip down his cheek. You gasped and quickly wiped his tear away with your thumb.
“No longer than a week. Five days, maybe. As soon as the court case is over. As soon as you gain custody of Alistair, I must go.” you informed Max, exhaling shakily as you fought for composure. Max shook his head profusely in disbelief.
“I wish we had more time.” he choked out, resting his forehead against yours, his grip around you tightening.
You stayed in Maxwell’s arms for the rest of the journey. You’d both even fallen asleep at one point. When you landed in Athens, everything still felt bittersweet. The sky was dark and it was in the middle of the night. The resort was isolated but Maxwell was right, it was beautiful. Pearly white stars pierced the sky and small waves rippled through the turquoise tranquil waters. You followed your guide group to the hotel in silence.
“I don’t want this to ruin our trip, or ruin our final few days together.” Maxwell whispered as you queued in the lobby for the key to your hotel room.
“Me neither,” you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder and taking his hand. “I love your hands.” you whispered back, tracing his fingers and brushing over his knuckles.
“Yeah?” he asked, his breath hitching as you brought his hand up to your lips.
“Yeah.” you confirmed.
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“We only have five days until this is all over.” you purred, tugging on Maxwell’s shirt and falling backwards onto the bed. You giggled when you heard the springs in the mattress go as Maxwell hovered above you. Your hands found Max’s cheeks and you looked him in the eyes.
“I’m going to miss you so much.” Maxwell admitted although his tone was low, gravely and almost dark as he planted sloppy kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He never wanted this moment to end - or any moment that he shared with you, for that matter. Nothing had changed. You still revelled in the way he kissed you and the way his touch erupted a frenzy of butterflies in your stomach.
“Me too,” you huffed, bringing your hands down to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. “But all I know is that I want to make every second that I’m with you count. I never want to forget this, Maxwell Lord.” you smiled, pulling him down to kiss you again. He moaned as your tongues intertwined and he guided his large hands over your frame.
As you made out, you relished the way he touched you and your bodies moved together in sync. It was like they were made for each other. That Zeus had sculpted you to fit with Maxwell Lord; to be with him, guide him, and love him when he didn’t feel loved. Maxwell had always laughed off the concept of ‘soulmates’, seeing himself as nothing more than an independent, stone cold businessman. But maybe, after all this time, he was wrong. In the past week he’d learned so much about himself, and what really mattered. You were teaching him that it was okay to rely on others for comfort and affection.
You reminded yourself of the reason you were in Greece. You had to focus on obtaining the dreamstone. It was important, but with this clash of tongues and teeth and Maxwell Lord on top of you, it was easy to forget about why you had come to Athens in the first place. Sure, destroying the remaining dreamstone was important, but so was Maxwell.
“There’s something I want to know,” you huffed, drawing away from him for just a second to regain your breath. “During my time studying the world of man, I took particular interest in family and babies, probably due to me being the goddess of home and hearth. I spent a lot of time studying babies and… how they’re made. The history books describe it as beautiful. An indescribable pleasure that you know I’ve never experienced before. There are no men on Themyscira. But I want to feel it. I want to feel the pleasure and I want you to show me. Please Max. Show me.” you whispered, bucking your hips upwards and rolling yourself over his crotch. You’d thought about it a lot, maybe even just as much as he’d thought about you in that way. You already knew you trusted him, especially with something like this.
His brown eyes turned a whole shade darker with lust as he slid his hands under your shirt.
“Are you sure?” he questioned, wanting to make absolute sure you certainly wanted this.
“I am,” you confirmed. “But only if you want to too.”
“I do,” Maxwell nodded, his lips curving into a smile. “Believe me, I really do.”
You grinned ecstatically, kissing him again and moaning into his mouth when he squeezed your breast, just like he'd done the previous night when you were both making out in his bed. He knew you liked it. “Let me take this off,” Maxwell groaned and you nodded, stretching your arms in the air so he could pull your shirt off you. “Fuck, you're so perfect.” he whispered to himself, as he stared down at your bare chest. He leaned in and kissed between the valley of your breasts. He peppered kisses along the soft plushness and licked a stripe along your hardening nipple. As he cared for your breast with his lips, he fondled your other breast with his hand, squeezing it lovingly before switching it up again. He was so skilled at this. He knew all the right ways to make you feel good.
Soon, you began to feel that familiar fire heat up in your core. The same fire you had felt when you were kissing him in his own bed. Your new panties felt like they were soaked with your arousal as he peppered kisses down your stomach and to the hem of your pants. “How do you feel?” Max asked you, looking up with concern. He just wanted to make sure you were still okay with this. He cared about you so much.
"Nervous, but excited," you exclaimed. "Will- will it hurt?"
"It might, just a little. Might be slightly uncomfortable at first. But if it gets too much you can tell me, okay?" Maxwell reassured, kissing the lobe of your ear. "I'd never ever want to hurt you honey."
"I know," you smiled, running your fingers through his soft locks of hair. "But first, let me take care of you."
Unsure what you even meant, Maxwell doubled back. You were new to this, inexperienced, and yet he found himself intrigued by what you meant when you said 'take care'. You shuffled out from beneath him and kneeled on the mattress. You unbuttoned Maxwell's shirt and tossed it on the floor, and then unzipped his pants. As you pulled down the silver zipper, you noticed the imprint of his bulge pressed against the tight tailored pants. It was long, thick, and achingly hard, precum already beading at his tip. You subconsciously licked your lips and Maxwell chuckled over your eagerness. It was adorable. But his laughter was cut short into a choked moan as you traced the shape of it through the material, gently with your index finger. "You look so big…" you trailed off, biting your lip nervously.
"Take off my pants and find out." Maxwell urged and you nodded your head. You pulled down his pants and his cock sprung free, bouncing against his tummy. The head was dark pink in colour and already leaking.
“Wow…” you gasped, wiping his precum and letting it wet your hand before wrapping your fingers around his length and starting to pump him. He tossed his head back and moaned wantonly, whispering your name like it was a prayer.
“You really don’t have to-” Maxwell stiffened up as you kitten-licked the tip of his cock. You let your fingers stroke the base and play with his balls as wrapped your lips around his thickness. “-I-fuck. This is your first-first time. I want to make you feel good.”
You pulled your lips off him with a pop and looked at him with doe eyes. “This feels good for me. Tastes good too.” you promised before sinking your mouth back down onto him, deeper this time. He stretched your mouth so wide your jaw began to ache and you gagged around him. You bopped your head up and down, loving the way his fingers tugged on your hair and the way he bucked his hips deeper into your throat.
“Won’t last,” Maxwell warned. “Fuck. Pull off.” he gasped for breath and you followed his instruction, removing your lips from his throbbing length. He wished he could’ve just spilled his seed down your throat but he wanted to make this as memorable as possible for you. It wasn’t just going to be a quick blowjob. You deserved more.
“How was it?” you asked, pouting your swollen lips. Maxwell leaned in and kissed you, tasting his own saltiness on your tongue.
“Perfect,” he sighed lovingly. “You’re perfect.”
Max gently pushed you down amongst the sheets and discarded the rest of your clothes so you were laying in bed completely naked. He pressed his hand on the apex of your thigh and opened up your legs. His cock jumped when he looked down at your glistening folds. You were already so wet for him and he’d hardly even touched you.
Maxwell kissed up the inside of your thighs, revelling in the softness of your skin. He knew he’d never be able to forget this. As he neared your core, your heart began to race with anticipation. Max pressed a soft kiss into your clit and you let out a gasp that you didn’t even realise you were holding back. You felt Max smirk against you and he separated your folds with his two thumbs. Now that you were completely spread open for him, he began to lick you up and down, his cock twitching as he tasted you. He’d eaten the widest variety of expensive desserts in his lifetime, but you were by far the most delicious thing he’d devoured. Everytime his tongue flicked upwards against your clit, your entire body would involuntarily quiver. He loved it. He loved watching you become putty under his touch.
He decided to focus more of his mouth on your clit and began to quickly flick his tongue over your bundle of nerves before sucking on it. His moans sent vibrations straight through you and he noticed how your hole began to clench over nothing. He was desperate to fill you up. To feel you. But he had to prep you first. He didn’t stop with the licking, but he did nudge a finger over your hole. You pushed your hips closer to him, wanting more.
“I’m going to finger you now, is that okay?” Maxwell asked, pulling off you. His lips shone with your slick and you swore he had never looked so beautiful.
“Yes please.” you whimpered.
“If it gets too much, tell me.” Maxwell whispered before reattaching his lips to your pussy and poking his index finger into your entrance. He kissed your clit one last time before pulling away and pushing his finger deep into you. He flushed pink as your soft walls tightened around his finger, and he couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel if he replaced his finger with his cock. He watched you in awe, thrusting his finger in and out of you, experimenting and curling it upwards until he was satisfied that he’d located your g-spot. “Sweet girl,” he moaned, watching you intently as you brought your free hand down to rub your clit as he fingered you. “I wish you could see how pretty you look.”
You moaned something incoherent but Maxwell felt his heart race as he took in your appearance. You were a sight he could never forget - all spread out for him, your back arched in pleasure. He pushed his middle finger inside of you, as well as his index finger, and you squealed with pleasure as he stretched you open.
“Oh Max, oh fuck Max.” you whined as obscene wet noises filled the room. He loved the way you said his name. He always had. This whole experience felt like a dream come true.
“So fucking beautiful.” he growled before ducking his head back in between your thighs and continuing to eat you out. With the combination of his tongue and fingers, it wasn’t long at all until your climax washed over you.
Maxwell pulled off you and reached down to stroke his own cock which was achingly hard, desperate for any kind of relief. “I want you inside of me.” you begged, reaching out to pull Max on top of you.
Maxwell leaned over you, propping himself up on his elbows and you shivered as his cock nudged against your entrance. He rolled his hips up and down, his tip rubbing against your folds. He was teasing. You grabbed onto his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin. “Please Max,” you panted. “Make love to me.”
Maxwell moaned at your words and pressed a quick peck to your soft lips before obliging and pushing himself into you.
"How does that feel?" Maxwell murmured, his breath fanning over your neck as he sat himself deep inside of you. You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock as waves of pleasure jolted through your body. You knew that the tales had described intercourse as pleasurable but you never imagined it could feel so good.
"I feel so full," you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as your walls adjusted to his length. Max knew the second he started moving he wouldn’t be able to last long. He’d imagined this so much. He’d gone so long without sex. And you were so fucking perfect. "Move, please."
"Ngh— fuck, are you sure?" Maxwell asked, giving your breasts a gentle squeeze. You nodded and Max doubled out slightly before pushing himself back in with a wanton groan. He felt your cunt clench around him. "So fucking tight." he whispered. You bit your lip, wondering what it meant to be ‘tight’ and hoping he was enjoying it as much as you were.
"Is that okay?" You asked, holding onto his bicep for support as he pushed a few shallow thrusts into you.
"More- more than ‘okay’ honey. You’re amazing." He mumbled, his eyes snapping shut. You gasped as you felt every perfect ridge and vein rub against the inside of your walls. "You feel so perfect, sweet girl."
Max brought his hand down to your cunt and began to circle your clit with his thumb, mirroring your own previous actions. The pleasure flooded through your body and you arched your back as he hit your sweet spot. "Mmm," you couldn't even find words. You found your toes curling and your mouth slack as he throbbed inside of you. His fingers worked at you like magic and it wasn't long until your legs began to involuntarily shake. Max could feel your oncoming high too, when your pussy walls squeezed his cock, aching to milk him for all he had.
"Are you close baby girl?" Maxwell asked, his thumb speeding up and his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. “Oh you are, aren’t you?”
"Maaaax," you groaned, feeling your juices drip down his manhood as he fucked you faster, his balls slapping against your cunt.
"I'm close," He warned, gently biting down on your shoulder. "I'm going to count down from three and- and I want you to let go. Relax. Cum with me." Max ordered and you nodded your head against his sticky, sweaty skin.
"O-okay," you gasped.
"Three, two, one- fuck!" Maxwell exclaimed when your body limped in his arms and your pussy contracted around him, twitching as you reached your climax. He spilled his salty seed inside of you, painting your walls just like he'd painted the bathroom tiles when he'd masturbated over the thought of you previously.
“Oh my- Max, Max, Max,” you chanted as he slowly softened inside you before pulling out. You whimpered at the loss of his fullness and Maxwell rolled off you. You both spent a few moments to regain your breath and you felt his cum leak out of you. You curled up into his tan chest and pressed a kiss into his pink lips. “Thank you Max.” you whispered with gratitude, bumping your nose with his.
He was so in love with you, there was no question about it. If he could, he’d spend the rest of his life doing that. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. The thought of you leaving him was eating Max alive. Maxwell wrapped his arm around you and held you tight, just like he’d done so on the airplane. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, but if you were leaving, it might just make things worse. He leaned over to the nightstand and switched off the lamp.
“Goodnight honey.” he whispered as the room became enveloped with darkness.
“Goodnight Max.”
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land of trust.
hey. i wrote this under fifteen minutes, so i genuinely understand if this doesn’t make any sense.
there’s a small reference to a greek god here. dolos. sometimes also referred to as dolus. in greek mythology, dolos is the spirit of trickery. he is also a master at cunning deception, craftiness, and treachery. dolos is an apprentice of the titan prometheus and a companion of the pseudea. his female counterpart is apate, who is the goddess of fraud and deception. his roman equivalent is mendacius. there are even some stories of dolos tricking gods into lies.
using the terminology “dolos’ follower” is basically trying to give benefit of the doubt. in order to hide someone’s dirty work by blaming it on something else or saying that it was done under someone’s pressure.
judas. judas iscariot, his name, is often used synonymously with betrayal or treason. according to all four canonical gospels, judas betrayed jesus to the sanhedrin in the garden of gethsemane by addressing him as "rabbi" to reveal his identity in the darkness to the crowd who had come to arrest him.
i don’t know how i feel about this little “part” of me that is always ready to forgive betrayal. it’s that part that would happily walk on a new path whilst leaving the worst behind, just because it (that part) is either deeply in love with that source of betrayal or because the hurt is too much to get a sensible reaction. it leaves you numb, in the puddle of agony, that drowns you until you can’t think straight.
“i hope you bury me before i bury you.” is simply my way of saying i hope you completely demolish all the pillars of faith you built in this land of trust because if i get to support myself on any of them, i will come back and build another home to all our false memories. so, it’s better if you ruin every last thing, before i decide to get back up and fight a war that i clearly have no interest in wining. “before i bury you-” to me means digging my grave.
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Vento Aureo as Greek Gods
Before continuing to read, please keep in mind that the plot of Vento Aureo plays no major role in this headcannon. I decided to keep some of the familial ties of Vento Aureo, but greatly change the relationships of the gods in the original Greek pantheon, since there's a lot of incest and other weird fucky family ties and relationships. So ill manly focus on the characteristics, personalities and abilities of the characters. I’m also not an expert on Greek mythology, so there might be some inaccuracies.
All three parts for this headcanon are now complete! You can find the links to the other parts at the bottom of the page💖
Overall, I wrote this just for fun and I hope you enjoy reading through my ramblings.
Diavolo: Hades
This one may be a bit obvious but I think that the role of Hades fits him perfectly. Diavolo, much like Hades, is cold, stern and somewhat of a ruler or a self-imposed king. They even match in the “hidden identity” department for the most part, as the underworld is considered an ‘unseen realm’. The underworld would probably represent Passione’s darker gangs like the special squad and the assassin squad.
Doppio Vinegar: Atropos
The oldest of the Moirai, or the three sisters of fate. Atropos cuts the string of destiny. I couldn’t really get a feel for Doppio, but I think that the representation of fate suits him pretty well. Doppios stand really helped me out here, as Epitaths ability to see the future is reminiscent of what Atropos does.
Squalo+Tiziano: Dolos+Athena
Starting with Squalo, I see him as a very cunning yet hot-headed individual, so choosing Dolos, the god of deception and lies is quite fitting. Squalo would be very calm and cocky when lying, but as soon as someone catches on to him, he would start to panic. I also thought that it would make an interesting pairing with Tiziano, who I interpret as Athena, the goddess of war and tactics. I see their dynamic as “great intelligence put to different uses”. While Squalo is apt at lying and treachery, Tiziano is more level-headed and logical.
Cioccolata+Secco: Paean+Lyssa
While thinking of Chioccolata I decided to put less emphasis on his former job and focus more on his stand ability. Paean is actually an old god who was considered the physician of the Gods, but as time went on people started to merge him with Apollo. Some people may not know this but in addition to being the god of the sun, music, and other pleasant things, Apollo also represents plagues. Thus, the links to Chioccolatas former profession as a doctor and the bringer of death by mold/disease. As for Secco, I already knew what deity would go well with him. Judging Seccos animalistic nature I thought that Lyssa, the goddess of rage, insanity, and rabies would be fitting.
Part II: Team Bucciarati
Part III: La Squadra Esecuzioni
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Ohhh! I saw your new event and I was hooked immediately! Can I ask for yandere yuri for Greek mythology please? Thank you!
Of course! And I hope you wanted headcanons, if not please state otherwise!
Yandere!Yuri in a Greek Mythos AU
Yuri is a rather cunning and deceptive person, often using tricks for his schemes.
He fits the titles of Dolos, the spirit of trickery and guile but his mastery of rolling out a lie as if it were truth fits Hermes, one of the cleverest and mischievous god of Olympus. Not to mention Hermes was the one who gave Pandora the gift of lies and seductive words.
So you can say for sure he knows what to say to make you trust him more than you should have.
Whether he's in the role of the spirit or the god, one thing for sure is the fact that he was interested in his darling because of the way they see through his words. Or perhaps you had an entertaining trait he finds interesting.
No doubt he will use sweet words to lure you to somewhere far from your home. Whether it's in the form of wealth or a promise of a better life.
At first he merely thought he would be satisfied after playing around with you for a bit. But your reactions to him captivated him more and more than it should have.
That is when he know he would never find anyone else as interesting as you. So he must have you. He just can't help but get addicted to you.
"Aren't you a curious one? Why don't you come with me and see for yourself?"
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So you know how lethe has been revealed to be the code name?
Do you think it has a intentional deeper meaning?
Because for one there are myths about Lethe with it being a river and what not, which by the way? There are five rivers in the underworld of Greece. And I am guessing here that the other members are going to have code names following with that theme unless I missed something where technoblade decided to give himself the code name of "Wawa Medium Sized Coffee".
If that's the case though, wouldn't they be missing a river? I'm like 90% I remember all the members of the syndicate, being Technoblade, Philiza, Nikachu, and Ranboo. So possiblely another member in the future? Wouldn't be surprised if it were Wilbur or Schlatt, considering I'm pretty sure both of them are still fused together as ghosts unless I messed something? When dream does bring back Wilbur he's gonna accidentally drag Schlatt out too.
I accidentally rambled off there, going back to what I came to originally say, could ranboo be trying to also connect the fact Lethe has opposites?
The main opposite would be Mnemosyne, the straight up embodiment of memories and remembrance. She had a fountain which would counteract the effects of the river lethe, so instead of wiping your memories it would bring them back. Also apparently she gave birth to muses which I did not know until recently so thats neat.
And there is technically another opposite, who would be Alethia. She's the embodiment of Truth. Her name literally straight up means "Un-connealment" and "Un-forgetfullness". Although her possibly being connected is less solid since the main thing I could find was her name literally just being the opposite of Lethe. Her actual determined opposites would be Dolos, god of Trickery, Apate the godess of deception, and Pseudologoi, the gods of lies.
Also apparently Apollo is a god of truth but that is only being brought because that is apparently one of his designations. I don't see any connections or remember any stories connecting him to the underworld or the rivers. The only possible myth would be his son who went down there to get his girlfriend after she died. But that's literally his son, not Apollo himself. SO REMOVED AS A CONNECTION.
But the reason why I am squinting suspiciously at ranboo like a elderly person trying to read and understand the description of a product that's on sale for 25% because the the man is literally made up of opposite colors.
COULD THE CODENAME JUST BE A FUN LITTLE NOD TO THE FACT HIS CHARACTER HAS A MEMORY WORSE THEN A GOLDFISH AND NOT A POSSIBLE CLUE FOR FUTURE LORE?
MOST LIKELY BUT I DONT TRUST LIKE THAT
ALSO SORRY FOR THE RAMBLING
NEVER TRUST LIKE THAT!!!
That being said, I don’t think there’s that deep of a meaning to it? Not yet, anyway. I think it’s just meant as a nod to the fact that c!Ranboo has the memory of a goldfish and the backbone of a chocolate eclair.
It’s worth noting that he did point out the definition of “Lethe” without referring to the river/goddess: “oblivion, forgetfulness, concealment” (courtesy of wikipedia). He told us to remember that. So!
We know Ranboo is forgetful. We know he keeps secrets. And oblivion is tied to forgetting, in reference to the River Lethe. I just wonder what else is being concealed!
And YES you bring up a great point about Alethia (truth) being so tied to Lethe! I don’t know if this duality/opposites was intentional on Ranboo’s part, but it is a very cool detail that fits very nicely with the Voice claiming it knows the truth and knows everything he’s trying to conceal.
As for everyone else’s nicknames, it would be SO cool if they were all rivers, but alas, Phil + Techno (and an unidentified member) have already chosen their names. I’ve seen people point out that they all relate to death/the underworld in some way, with less consensus on Harpocrates, due to the fact that we don’t know if we’re looking at the original Egyptian god or the Greek version. I imagine this has to do with the, you know, MASSIVE amounts of death and destruction Phil + Techno leave in their wake.
Right now, Niki is the only one without a name. I’ve seen people suggest Persephone, but honestly, if anyone is going to get the “Persephone” moniker it should be Hannah. (Flower nymph trying to “bring spring to the server” trapped in the underground by a much more powerful entity that seems to be inextricably linked to her? Come on, now.) I like the people who’ve said “Nemesis” (vengeance) for Niki, and I think “Nyx” (darkness) would be very cool. Even though “Eurydice” didn’t make it out of the Underworld, it would also fit with c!Niki’s theme of feeling abandoned (specifically by a bard) and how cc!Niki has said that the Syndicate might be a place for the character to heal from her hurt.
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greek mythology | gods & goddesses | Απατη
→ Apate was the personified daimona of decit, deception, guile, and fraud. Her companion was Pseudologoi (daimon of lies and falsehoods), counterpart was Dolos (daimon of trickery) , and opposite was Aletheia (daimona of truth).
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Teen Wolf AU: Greek Gods
Theo Raeken as Dolos. God or daimon of trickery and guile. He is also a master at cunning deception, craftiness, and treachery.
“A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction.” ― Criss Jami
Dolos (or Dolus) was the god or daimon of trickery, cunning deception, craftiness, guile, and treachery. He was a companion of Prometheus, the titan of crafty council, and The Pseudologoi (lies). His female counterpart was his sister Apate, the goddess of fraud and deception. Dolos is the son of Nyx and Erebos or of Gaia and Aether. He might have been apprentice to the titan Prometheus.
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Aletheia (Ancient Greek: ἀλήθεια) is truth or disclosure in philosophy. It was used in Ancient Greek philosophy and revived in the 20th century by Martin Heidegger. It is a Greek word variously translated as "unclosedness", "unconcealedness", "disclosure" or "truth".
Also known as the spirit of truth, truthfulness, and sincerity. She had three opposites; Dolos, the god of trickery, Apate, the goddess of deception, and all the Pseudologoi, the gods of lies. Her Roman name was Veritas. She is either a daughter of Zeus or she was created by Prometheus.
In 2018, it was “flourish” (to grow where I am planted).
In 2019, it was “sparkle” (to be lively and remain positive).
This 2020, as we start a whole new decade, I am choosing to share my truth with “aletheia”.
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