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sluttywonwoo · 3 days

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hypnos

hypnos, the personification of sleep in greek myth. according to legend, he was promised the hand in marriage of hera's daughter, pasithea, in exchange for a favor...

pairing: vernon chwe x f reader

summary: most nights your husband sleeps peacefully beside you, but lately his dreams have made him restless.

warnings: swearing, arranged marriage, mommy issues, angst, alcohol, family planning discussions (no actual pregnancy!), smut (18+ ; mdni)

smut warnings: slight somno (wet dreams), handjob, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, sub!vernon ok kind of switch!vernon, mentions of pegging

word count: 4k

for @fuckvernon (happy birthday rat)

You have long sworn that the worst day of your life was the day you got married. Tears rolling down your otherwise impassive face as you stared at your equally expressionless fiance from across the altar. A stranger, practically, save for a few cordial business-like meetings between the two of your families.

You don’t remember what it felt like to kiss him that day, only the taste of salt from your own tears shared between you.

Now, your husband sleeps soundly beside you in the bed that you share. It was one of the stipulations of your marriage contract, one that he had insisted on. You didn’t question it at the time but you’ve always wondered why he was so adamant about it. You did have a lot of staff working around the house during the day but they always went home before either of you turned in for the night. It wasn’t like you had to keep up appearances then.

You’ve gotten used to it, at least. Sharing a bed with a stranger wasn’t as difficult now that he wasn’t a stranger anymore. A year had passed since the day you were wed— though it felt like thirty— and while you weren’t lovers, you were partners. Somewhat.

You understood each other, connected by the inseverable thread of your fates. Trapped together by your circumstances. It was simultaneously comforting and undeniably lonely.

The worst was when you would come back from events where you had to play up your relationship. Spending the evening arm in arm or holding hands, pretending to be devoted spouses to each other, only to drop the act as soon as you were back in the car.

You weren’t sure if Vernon felt the same way. He was so hard to read. The only time you were sure you knew exactly what he was feeling was on your wedding day, when he pulled you aside beforehand and whispered, “I’m sorry,” in your ear.

You knew he hadn’t wanted this either. It wasn’t fair to hold any of it against him, and yet a small part of you did.

You’ve clung to that resentment like a life preserver, afraid to let go and drown in feelings that threaten to overtake you. Resentment you can control. It protects you from what you can’t, like the growing fondness for your husband you’ve been trying to push down for a while now.

You tried your best to be indifferent to him, neither antagonistic nor overly amicable but the nagging thoughts in the back of your mind have been getting harder to ignore.

Tonight was the most challenging night yet. A charity dinner for one of your mother’s philanthropic endeavors, one she insisted ‘required your attendance’ despite your protests. You showed up as promised, only to be yanked into a dozen different conversations with your parents' friends.

Vernon was a good sport, as always. He was a natural at these things. His effortless charm had all of the ladies in your mother’s church group hanging on to his every word, all of their husbands laughing at his corny jokes. You tried your best to participate to take some of the pressure off of him and get your parents off your back but you mostly stuck to nursing your flute of champagne while he did the talking. You didn’t even like champagne.

The food was decent, at least, though you hardly got to enjoy any of it before your mother was pulling you into yet another discussion with a group of women from the board.

You chatted with them cordially, talking in circles about nothing until one of the board members dropped the reason they had actually dragged you over there.

“So, when are these two going to make you a grandmother?” she asked your mother, even though the question was obviously directed at you.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment but Vernon squeezed your hand in reassurance. You prepared yourself to give the typical we’re not in a rush answer you always gave but your husband beat you to the punch.

“We’ve actually started trying,” he said casually, slipping the hand that wasn’t holding yours into the pocket of his slacks.

Your mother’s eyes lit up and her friends gasped in delight. Interesting reactions considering your husband had all but just told everyone he was hitting it raw every single night.

You had to act like this wasn’t also news to you and smile and nod very calmly even though you suddenly felt very sweaty all over.

“That’s wonderful!” another one of the women exclaimed. “You must be so excited,” she said to your mother.

“This is news to me, too,” she laughed. You were surprised that she was admitting to the lack of knowledge but maybe it was because Vernon would also know she was lying. “But yes, this is very exciting.”

She then reached forward and plucked your half-finished flute of champagne from your hands, chiding you that “you should know better”.

“Mom, I’m not pregnant now,” you groaned.

“You never know!”

But you did know. There was absolutely no way you were pregnant unless you were some kind of scientific mirable or the second coming of Mary herself.

Children had never been part of the marriage contract, thankfully. Both sets of your parents knew what the contract was- a business deal and nothing more. They were gracious enough not to burden you further with the requirement of an “heir”. You and Vernon both knew it was an unspoken expectation but neither of you were intent on fulfilling it, at least that’s what you thought.

The rest of the evening was spent talking about babies. One of the board members even recommended you to her OBGYN and made you write down her number. Vernon engaged animatedly with all of it, perfectly sliding into his new role of dad-to-be while you could hardly muster up the strength to fake a smile.

He was quiet on the ride home, driving silently down the highway with both hands on the wheel, not so much as looking at you. He didn’t offer any explanation for the curve ball he’d pitched right at the back of your head other than, “it’ll get them off our backs”.

You had so many more questions you wanted to ask. Had he changed his mind about the kids thing? Did he want to take your relationship... there? You had only kissed him a handful of times, always in the presence of other people in order to sell your marriage. Behind closed doors, your romance was nonexistent. You shared a bed because that was outlined in the contract you signed but that was it.

Whether or not you wanted more from him was irrelevant.

Vernon was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow but you were still up, thinking over every interaction from the night. You usually didn’t let yourself read into things because you were trying to keep yourself from falling down delusional rabbit holes but after tonight you couldn’t stop yourself from overanalyzing all of the things you always did your best to overlook.

You tried to distract yourself with a book you were reading but you couldn’t get a paragraph in before the words began to blur together on the page as your thoughts consumed you again.

You gave up half an hour ago and are now just staring at the ceiling, tracing the shadows created by the shade of the lamp on your bedside table with your gaze.

You heave a sigh and roll over to turn it off, only to be stopped by the sound of your husband stirring beside you. You freeze, afraid your movement disturbed him, but when you glance over your shoulder you find that he’s still asleep.

You wait a few more seconds before reaching for the light again, just to make sure he’s well and truly out, but this time he mumbles something out loud, causing you to turn over the other way to see if he’s trying to get your attention.

His eyes are closed but his breathing is ragged and uneven. He must be dreaming, you realize. This happens sometimes, when he’s especially tired or stressed out. He’ll talk in his sleep or toss and turn like he can’t get comfortable even though he’s totally unconscious. He always seems so distressed by them that you’ve assumed the dreams are nightmares.

You get torn over whether or not to wake him when they happen. The few times you have intervened he seemed grateful that you had but sometimes the dreams seem to stop on their own. His breathing will go back to normal, the crinkle between his brows will smooth out, and you’ll both sleep through the rest of the night peacefully.

You’re equally indecisive now. He shouldn’t have to suffer like that just because you’re too scared to wake him up, though, so you resolve to just bite the bullet and nudge him awake.

You suck in a breath and reach for your husband across the mattress, stopping short when he whimpers your name.

You’re frozen again but for an entirely different reason now. His sleeptalking wasn’t usually anything comprehensible, let alone your name. You stay like that for a few seconds, waiting to see if he’d say it again or if you had maybe misheard him.

To your surprise, he does say it again, this time followed by, “fuck”. Figures you’d be in his nightmares too.

“Vernon,” you hiss, jostling his shoulder.

“Hm?”

“Vernon, wake up.”

Your husband groans and blinks slowly, squinting in an attempt to make out your features.

“What is it?”

“You were having a bad dream,” you explain.

“Oh, th-thanks.”

“Are you okay? It seemed pretty intense.”

“I’m okay,” he assures you, swallowing harshly. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“You didn’t. I haven’t been able to fall asleep.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Do you want some water or something?” you ask, taking in his appearance. Now that he’s alert and awake you can see just how disheveled he looks. He’s still panting hard and his cheeks are flushed and his bangs are sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat. He looks like you do at the end of a pilates class, not like a man who had just woken up.

“No, I’m alright, thank you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Silence lapses between you, then your curiosity gets the better of you.

“What was it about?”

“What? What was what about?”

You stare at him. “Your nightmare.”

“It wasn’t a-anything important,” he stutters.

“That’s not what it sounded like.”

Vernon blinks. “What do you mean? What did I say?”

“You, um, called my name. A couple of times.”

He takes a moment to process what you’ve said and then sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I know it isn’t your fault.” He looks pained. “I just wanted to know why you were having a nightmare about me.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Vernon.”

“I wasn’t!” he insists.

“Lying to my mother’s friends might be second nature to you by now but you know that won’t work on me.”

“I’m not lying. It wasn’t a nightmare.”

“You expect me to believe that? You’re still all sweaty.”

“You just have to trust me,” he pleads.

“Why won’t you tell me what I was doing in your dream? I promise I won’t be upset.” Well, now you’re the one lying but he’s being so cagey about it that you feel like you have to get to the bottom of whatever it is that he’s hiding.

“You’ll look at me differently,” he groans.

“No, I won’t.”

“You will.”

“You’re really not going to tell me?” He doesn’t answer. “Fine.”

“Hold on, what are you doing? Where are you going?” he asks, watching as you sit up and grab your pillow from behind you.

“I’m going to sleep in the guest room,” you mutter.

You’d be breaking that stupid fucking clause in your contract if you did but you didn’t care. You’d pay whatever the fine was, you just couldn’t stand to be in the same bed as him for another moment.

“Wait, don’t get up-” Vernon tries but it’s too late.

You had gotten up anyway and pulled the covers back in the process, revealing the real reason your husband wouldn’t tell you what he was dreaming about.

“Oh,” is what you say. It’s all you can say.

He tries to cover himself with his hands but you’ve already seen.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles.

“So it was that kind of dream...” you muse, mostly to yourself.

He nods miserably. “Yeah... it was.”

“Are they always?”

“Are you really going to make me answer that?”

You drop your pillow back onto the bed and sit at its edge. Vernon peeks up at you, shying away when you lean closer.

“Will you tell me what it was about now?”

He balks. “What? You still want to know?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“You’re going to think I’m a huge pervert,” he sighs. “If you don’t already.”

“Come on, you owe this to me.”

Even the tips of his ears are pink now. “It was... you know, it was about normal husband and wife stuff.”

“What is normal husband and wife stuff?”

Vernon whines. “You know what it is.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to disrespect you like that.”

“Why would that disrespect me? I’m your wife aren’t I?”

He gulps. “You... really want to know?”

“I do.”

“You were... touching me.”

“Touching you how? Like this?” You lay your hand over his, the warmth of your palm making him shiver.

“N-no.”

“Show me,” you murmur.

“Are you sure?”

“Only if you want to.”

He places his other hand over yours and guides it to his lap, pressing firm over the material of his pajama pants. You’re surprised to feel that the fabric is a little damp, already soaked through with precum.

Vernon’s breath hitches as you stroke him experimentally over his pants. He’s bigger than you expected, thicker at least. You were always... curious about that. Thought about it one too many times late at night after your husband had gone to bed early. And you still tried to delude yourself about being indifferent towards him.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he whispers.

“Is this what you were dreaming about?” you ask.

“Sort of.”

“What do you mean?”

“It started like this.”

“And then what happened?”

He whimpers in embarrassment again but you don’t let up, gripping him even harder. “We were kissing.”

“And?”

“And you started taking your clothes off.”

You let go of your husband’s cock and take hold of the hem of your sleep shirt, preparing to lift it over your head.

“Wait, can I do it?”

“Is that how it went in your dream?”

“N-no...”

“Maybe next time, then.”

Vernon’s eyes grow even wider. “There’s going to be a next time?”

You almost scoff at him. As if you were ever going to let go of him now that you had him.

He watches, mesmerized, as you take off your shirt and wiggle out of your shorts. You leave your underwear on, though, not wanting to expose yourself completely while he is still fully dressed.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking hot,” he whines. “It’s so unfair- don’t laugh!”

You purse your lips together to try and stifle said laughter. “Sorry, sorry. I just didn’t expect you to be like this.”

“Like what?”

So pathetic, is what immediately comes to mind.

“So cute,” is what you actually say to him.

He pouts. “I’m not usually this... needy,” he insists.

You have trouble believing that but you don’t argue. Only time will tell, you suppose.

“Can I touch you?” he asks before you can say anything in response.

He’s been staring at your tits since you took your shirt off. You’re tempted to tease him a little more but you’re also just as desperate to feel him so you nod.

He scrambles to his knees and leans forward, nearly falling flat on his face in the process. You expect him to go right for your boobs but he touches your shoulders first. He’s gentle, running his thumbs across your collarbones and then up the column of your neck before finally tucking your hair behind your ear.

Then he moves lower, tracing invisible lines down your chest to your nipples, gasping quietly when he finds that they’re hard under his palms.

“Vernon?”

His head snaps up to look at you. “Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

You’ll never forget what it feels like to kiss him after tonight. He puts one hand on the back of your head and pulls you into him, kissing you with all of the desire and longing and painful anticipation he’s held on to for so many months.

You catch his bottom lip between your teeth and tug, relishing in the gasp he lets out in return. You only draw back when he starts to mumble incoherently into your mouth, and it’s reluctant. You want to keep kissing him, but you also figure what he’s saying might be important.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he rasps. “So long.”

“I know,” you sigh. “All those dreams...”

“It’s not just the dreams.” You want to ask him to elaborate but he’s rambling again before you can. “Can I eat you out? Please, can I taste you, baby?”

He’s never called you that behind closed doors before. It takes you aback. “I-”

“Please? Let me make it up to you. Let me make it all up to you, I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”

“Okay,” you agree meekly.

“Here, lay down. Yeah, lay down just like that.”

He’s frantic for it, hurrying to get between your legs as you spread them for him. He helps you get your panties off and starts to kiss his way up your thighs, the heat of his lips searing and fervent. He stops just before he reaches your pussy and lifts his gaze to meet your eyes.

“You’re sure?” he asks.

You nod. “I’m sure.”

Just like when he kissed you, he’s gentle at first as he laves his tongue over you. He takes his time, showing more restraint than you were expecting while he explores you.

“Taste so sweet,” he mumbles and the vibrations from his voice make you moan and thread your fingers through his hair so that you can push his face even further into you. He goes until he has to come up for air, and when he does, he’s literally dripping with you. “Spent so many nights thinking about the way you’d taste,” he gasps, “telling myself I’d never get to find out.”

“Is it as good as you hoped?” you ask.

“You have to let me do this to you every night,” he says before burying his tongue in you again.

It’s not an answer, not really, but you can tell he’s already a little pussydrunk and therefore a little stupid. He’s been grinding against the mattress the entire time he’s been giving you head, working himself up just as much as you. But you don’t want him to cum until he’s fucked you so you tug at his hair to get his attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just want you to fuck me.”

“For real?”

“Yes, for real. Is that not part of your dreams?”

“It-it is.”

“Come on, then.”

You watch him start to unbutton his pajama shirt, trying to commit every frame of him to memory so that you could replay the scene in your mind whenever you missed him. Once his shirt’s off, he reaches for the waistband of his pants but stops suddenly as something dawns on him.

“I don’t have any condoms.”

“None?”

“Listen, it’s not like either of us have been getting laid.”

It’s true. Even though your marriage up until this point had only been on paper, you and Vernon had both agreed to include an infidelity clause in your contracts. You weren’t allowed to sleep with anyone but your husband which had made you think you’d either be celibate for the rest of your life or only add a notch to your bedpost when your families finally wore you both down about kids.

“You can just pull out,” you tell him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, my best friend says she and her husband do that all the time.”

“Well, now I can never look at Jeon Wonwoo the same ever again so thanks for that.”

“Vernon,” you whine, “are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Right, sorry.”

Your husband climbs on top of you, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he lines himself up.

“You’re sure you’re okay with me pulling out? I can get condoms first thing in the morning and-”

“I’m sure,” you assure him. “I trust you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and pushes inside of you. “Fuck, I lo-”

He catches himself, eyes wide. You can’t even say anything because he starts fucking you before you can process what he almost said, purposefully distracting you. He’s using his dick against you which is frankly unfair.

But you can’t be too mad about it either because it feels so fucking good. It’s also intense, though. His cock is a lot bigger than your fingers and it’s been a long time since anything but those had been inside of you so need a little longer to adjust to the stretch.

“Slow, slower,” you plead.

He slows down immediately and lowers himself to kiss you. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it feels good, you’re just really goddamn thick and I need a minute.”

Vernon laughs, which does nothing to help your predicament. “Take all the time you need.”

When you finally do get used to the feeling, and you finally convince Vernon that you’ve recovered (you have to repeat yourself four times), it’s like you’ve broken a spell. Your husband turns into your lover in the blink of an eye.

“God damn it, you’re perfect. How is everything about you so perfect,” he murmurs. “Perfect fucking wife... wasted so much time...” You want to tell him that you can make up for it now, that you have years- your whole lives to make up for it, but the words won’t come. “Shit I’m close, are you close?”

You nod, trying your best to verbalize a response. What you end up saying is nonsensical but Vernon seems to understand it because he keeps going, keeps hitting that spot that’s making you gush all over him until you’re tearing up and sobbing out his name as you cum around him.

He holds on just long enough to fuck you through your orgasm before he pulls out and gives in to his own, cumming all over your tummy with little to no aim. The sight is so pretty you think you could cum again untouched just from watching him.

He collapses beside you in a breathless heap. “I’m s-sorry I should’ve asked where you wanted it.”

“I don’t think I could’ve given you an answer anyway.”

“And I’m sorry that was so short, I usually last longer-”

“Stop apologizing! It was amazing.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll clean you up,” he promises, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Just give me a second.”

You lie there in silence together for a few moments as you wait to regain feeling in your fingers and toes. You have so much to talk about now, but all you can manage to ask is, “so, is that is how all your dreams go?”

Vernon snorts and shakes his head in disbelief.

“I told you, I’m curious!”

“S-sometimes you’re the one fucking me,” he admits shakily.

“Like, I’m the one on top?”

Vernon winces. “Not exactly...”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“We can make that happen.”

He lights up. “Really? That’s something you’d be into?”

“I’m into anything you’re into.”

“God, you really are perfect.”

lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!! and happy (belated) birthday <3 i hope you loved this lil present

#seventeen smut #svt smut #vernon smut #vernon x reader #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #vernon chwe smut #vernon x female reader

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magentasdoodles · 2 months

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So in @novalizinpeace’s poppy playtime au, specifically in the cartoon portion, the critters have these magic pendants that give them certain abilities. This isn’t limited to the gang, and all sorts of different pendants exist for different characters, but there’s a catch.

In this post, they talk about how if the magic in the pendant overwhelms a critter, it can transform them into a myth, a magical, monstrous being with incredible power, but can sometimes be incredibly dangerous to the people around them.

So I decided to take the 8 main critters and turn them into horrible little beasties for my amusement, and now I wish to show you guys the fruits of my labor.

tw for mild body horror and psychological horror under the cut

Dogday - Sol

This is the only ‘canon’ myth critter that exists in the au. Every time Dogday is pushed past his limit and gets too angry with something he transforms into sol, who is a mindless flaming warrior with no logic or regard for their surroundings. This leads to them being pretty dangerous to be around, but Sol isn’t evil, they just want to protect their user from any harm, and if left to their own devices, would probably self-isolate to protect themselves (and others) from harm.

2. Hoppy Hopscotch - Notus

The first of my original designs. Notus is the transformed version of Hoppy, and has the same weather manipulation powers, just to a much larger degree. Although she mostly uses it to make her storms larger. Notus’s mental state is much more stable than Sol (relatively), specifically in that she can remember her past life, but not specific people, so friends and even family are hardly whispers in her mind, if even that. She is quite competitive, viewing her storms as a contest to see how big she can make them, and will never back down from a challenge, doing everything in her power to win, but she is also a graceful loser, and hates cheaters. Her name comes from the Greek god of south winds, who is associated with wetness and the coming of rains.

3. Bubba bubbaphant - Ganesha

This guy’s name comes from the Hindu deity of new beginnings and the patron of the sciences and arts, who is also represented by a man with an elephant’s head and four arms. His mental state is similar to that of Notus, in that he can remember specific events from his past, but not people. He has become incredibly intelligent, being able to solve complex equations and understand lots of different subjects, but his already prevalent neuroticism has been turned up to eleven, with even the slightest infraction driving him to a rage, which can make him incredibly dangerous to deal with, but also rewarding, as his intellect allows him to answer many questions. He can also spin webs, because spider.

4. Bobby Bearhug - Callisto

Callisto is a little different from the other myths. She can remember her name, and her past, and the people around her, but only sometimes. You see, her pendant’s natural power is to absorb the excess emotion around her, and it still does that, but if she absorbs to much, then it leads to her transformation into a massive bear like monster with one goal, to make the excess stop by any means necessary. This has led to her voluntary exile in order to stop herself from hurting the people around her, which causes Bobby a great deal of pain, but it’s better than letting herself hurt the people she cares about the most. Her name comes from a nymph who was transformed into (what else) a bear by a furious Hera.

5. Pickypiggy - Limos

Unlike most of the others, Limos can hardly remember who she once was, much less the people in her life or what they mean to her. Instead she is driven by her one deepest instinct: to care and provide for the people around her. She works tirelessly to cook and prepare extravagant meals for anyone who might need it, leading to her neglecting her own health and her living environment. She also has to deal with a ravenous hunger that pains her every moment, and often leads her to devouring her dishes as soon as she finished, causing even further distress. Her name comes from the Greek goddess of starvation, which i don’t think is a very good comparison, but I can’t think of anything better, so eh.

6. KickinChicken - The Roc

Kickin’s transformed state is probably the least actively dangerous to be around. He’s a large, powerful bird capable of flying incredibly fast, as well as being incredibly loud and aggressive, but never actively harmful. His mental state is kind of the opposite of Notus and Ganesha, in that he can remember specific people and places, but not his past nor his name, and goes out of his way to try and help others. The key word being ‘try’, as his loud and aggressive demeanor often end up causing more damage than assistance. His name comes from an Arabian creature that is described as a bird of prey large enough to carry an elephant, which I thought was a good choice, and I couldn’t find any mythological chickens that really fit him.

7. Craftycorn - Apophis

Her name comes from an Egyptian monster that is said to be the embodiment of chaos and disorder, although Crafty is significantly less malevolent than her mythological counterpart. The main effect of her presence is the chaotic shifting of her environment, colors swapping and shapes changing into maelstrom of chaos around her, with the effect getting stronger the closer you get towards her, and any critter who does so has the very real risk of being torn apart. Apophis herself isn’t doing much better, with her entire body constantly melting into multicolored goop that has a consistency similar to that of candle wax. Not much is known about her mental state, as no one is brave enough to get close to her for risk of being killed, but there has to be something left of her as her maelstrom very much has the capacity to expand over the entire world and destroy it, the only reason it hasn’t is because Crafty appears to be holding it back through sheer force of willpower.

8. Catnap - Ouranos

Ouranos is probably the one who’s the most ‘in there’, besides Callisto in her non murder mode. He can remember his past life quite clearly and the people in them. In fact the only difference between him and normal Catnap is that Ouranos is slightly more apathetic towards outside events. He’s floated off into space and now observes to world from the heavens, watching as everything drifts by, because he can’t exactly leave. He can, however, see his friends suffering, and wishes he had the capability to help them in any way he could.

Once again thanks to @novalizinpeace for the au and all concepts belong to her.

#I love torturing children :)#poppy playtime #Dogday #hoppy hopscotch #bubba bubbaphant #bobby bearhug #pickypiggy #kickinchicken #craftycorn #catnap #body horror #art #angst #smiling critters arg #smiling critters #smilingcritterslostmedia

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call-sign-shark · 11 months

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Hi Shark 💓 I saw your post with the three word sentences and I'd like to request 6. "Be gentle, please." with Tommy. If you're more comfortable with writing for a different character then you're obviously free to do so! 🥰

Hi Daisy! Here we go dear 🥰 Finger crossed, I hope you'll enjoy that Tommy x Reader blurb! Honestly, I really enjoyed writing it.

Words: 993

TW: Smut content but no actual pornographic descriptions, mentions of murder, ambiguous ending (the ending is up to you), reader is nicknamed Hera.

Fire spread under your skin as his strong and calloused hands ran down your naked back to grab your hips in a bruising grip. How did you end up here, laying on the giant fur carpet in front of a fire place with Birmingham’s most infamous gangster touching you? The question had been playing on repeat in your buzzing skull the moment he had laid his fingers on you. A feverish sigh escaped from your quivering lips when Tommy’s hips crashed against yours. The wet caress of his tongue left goosebumps in its trail each time you would feel it on the sensitive flesh of your bosom. It was like the dancing flames of the fireplace, whose hungry tongues of blaze licked the logs that were feeding them until all remained was ashes. You clenched your fist in his dark hair, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back at ocean of pleasure that was drowning you each time his hips moved. As you made love in his living room, the melody of your sighs and flesh snapping filling the room and swirling up to the ceiling, you still tried to gather all your remaining strength to hang on the reason behind your meeting.

“Hera…” He moaned against your breasts, the vibrations of his hoarse voice echoing in your whole ribcage and shattering your bones in a sensual earthquake. Your toes curled as his pace, slow and gentle at first, quickened. Lost in a maze of feelings and lust, your hand left his hair and joined the other one on his broad and muscular back.

“Deeper.” You hissed through your teeth as your nails dug in his skin and pierced his flesh. Your voice, eternally collected, was now shaken by a light tremor you hated to hear. You sounded begging. You sounded desperate. You sounded weak. And only God knew how you despised weakness. Well, not only God but also Luca Changretta, to be true. When the godfather of the American branch of the Sicilian mafia took you under his protective wing, he called you Hera — queen of gods, and furious dishonored wife of a monster. Besides him and a few capo, no one knew where you came from and why Changretta had a soft spot for you. Yet, the story behind your relationship was tragic.

He saw you one dreary summer night, crying outside of the church in your magnificent white dress stained with little crimson droplets. From what he had understand, you had caught your future husband cheating the day of your wedding and he was so enraged you found out about his secret affairs that he had beaten you until your legs collapsed and until your body was black and blue. When Luca Changretta cupped your face and laid a protective kiss on your forehead, he made you a promise: no other men would hurt you again, for he would make the most terrifying and beautiful monster out of you. Luca dived in your eyes and smiled, and as he did Y/N vanished in the aid of this new fierce entity that was now inhabiting you.They said Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and how right they were.

“Fuck —“ Tommy swore, at the edge of climax. All of his muscles tensed under the coiling and maddening pleasure that was consuming him — but Thomas Shelby was as stubborn as you were, and he hated to show any sign of weakness even more than you. That was why he choked his moans against your mouth and let his tongue force its way between your juicy lips. You scratched his back in response, small beads of blood darkening your nails. His pace was now frantic and brutal, turning your love making into more a battle than anything else. Sex was a fight you were both fiercely decided to win. But if Tommy had the rage of winning, you had the disgust of losing.

“Let it go, little boy…” You whispered against his mouth, waving your hips like a dancing succubus willing to milk him from his life. Your victory became evident as you felt Tommy’s legs shaking. He sunk his teeth in your lower lip and growled like an animal as he gave in — blown away by the fiery blaze of his little death, the gangster felt tears dawning at the corner of his turquoise eyes when he came. The burning sensation was so unbearable at some point he thought he was in hell. But was it really hell if he liked the way it burned?

You smirked, enjoying the end of the war you’ve just won.

Tommy and you were now sharing a cigarette, both naked and sitting on the comfortable rug while watching the dying flames that were flickering in the hearth. But despite the doubt that had started to plague your cold mind, you mentally repeated the mantra you lived by for years: You have to rise above the squabbling and chaos, and keep believing. You have to always keep your goals in mind… And your goal was to murder Tommy Shelby.

Why?

Because you were the most terrifying and skilled hitman of America, and someone had paid you to kill him.

And you were heartless.

You had not always been like this though… But the young eighteen years old crying princessa Changretta had almost raised had met the same demise as her savior: she was no longer alive. All remained was the still smoking ashes of a maimed heart and an empty body only animated by pure anger.

Tommy had barely stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray nearby when you pressed the cold blade of your knife against the fragile flesh of his throat. Yet, he did not seem surprised. Nor afraid. Quite the contrary, Thomas Shelby was tired. Just… Tired. He looked at you, his sky blue eyes staring into the void that constituted yours, and parted his lips to speak.

“Be gentle, please.”

That was all he said.

Somehow, he did not mind to die if the last embrace given to him was soft — even if it came from Death herself. You could kill him, it did not matter anymore, as long as you were as no one else since Grace had been with him: gentle.

You pulled him in your arms, hugging his exhausted frame in a final clasp, and tightened your grip around the knife.

Fine, you thought, I’ll be gentle then.

#Tommy Shelby #Tommy Shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby imagine #Peaky blinders imagine #Peaky blinders x reader #Peaky blinders #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x y/n #Tommy Shelby smut #Thomas Shelby #Thomas Shelby x reader #Cillian Murphy #peaky blinders x y/n

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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RoR Y/n's Thoughts#3

Y/n: Dude have you ever felt bugs on you...when there are no bugs on you?....they're the ghosts of the bugs you killed...

Hades:Y/N THIS HAS GOT TO STOP!?

Y/n: If you clean a vacuum cleaner...ARENT YOU the vacuum cleaner?

Hermes: Y/-Y/n you got to end this! alright, you already got Father and Ares in the other room QUESTIONING EVERYTHING THEY EVER KNOWN!?

-In the other room-

Ares:...What is life?...*Is on the floor hugging his blanket and looking at the ceiling*

Zeus*Is still in an existential crisis courtesy of you*...Am I...actually insignificant?...

-Back to where you and the other Greek gods are seated*

Y/n: Nothing is REALLY on fire but rather...fire is ON things...

Hades: Let's do Ragnarok they said...it be EASY they said...

Y/n: If Life is unfair to everyone...Does that mean Life is actually fair?

Heracles*Sighs and looks at Adamas who is drinking wine*This...is never gonna end is it?

Adamas:...Should it?...KEEP GOING BABE!~*Cheering you on*

Poseidon:...Zeus, Ares make room I am coming in there with you*Opening the door and entering it*

Adamas: YES THEY GOT HIM TOO!*Holds hand smirking at Hera*

Hera:...I dont mind losing this bet*Gives Adamas 5 bucks and smirks as Zeus is heard crying in the other room*

Adamas betted Poseidon would also fall victim to you along with Zeus and hades, Hera better Poseidon wouldn't...she enjoyed losing that bet tbh

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rookiesbookies · 5 months

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Greek God!Price x MaidenFem!Reader pt 2

Masterlist is pinned as always and please submit any requests to my inbox I dont bite

She had always been nervous around men, in her village they had always seemed rude and misogynist. Women were a commodity, their value based on purity and age. But Price was different. He treated her with respect and tenderness, making her feel safe and cherished. It was a new experience for her, and she couldn't help but feel nervous about it.

As she lay there, wide awake, she couldn't help but notice Price's movements in his sleep. He had gone from a respectful distance to spooning her side, his warm body pressed against hers. It was both comforting and unsettling at the same time.

She had agreed to spend the night in his bed, a decision that made her anxious. Changing in his master bathroom, she had put on one of his white undershirts that barely covered her upper-mid thigh. She worried about him seeing her exposed, about her own vulnerability in this unfamiliar situation.

The clock on the wall ticked away, reminding her of the late hour. She shivered, feeling the coldness of the room seep into her bones. Despite Price's warm body heat and the thick blankets, she couldn't find comfort. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her nipples showing through the shirt or the possibility of her underwear being revealed.

But amidst her restlessness, she couldn't help but appreciate Price's gentle and kind nature. It was a stark contrast to her past experiences with the men who had tried to court her - often older and looking for a young housewife to act as a slave due to their wealth. She found herself slowly letting go of her fears and embracing the unfamiliar warmth that he offered.

Price stood out among the men she had encountered. He possessed a genuine gentlemanly demeanor that made her wonder if all gods were like him.

As her mind aimlessly drifted, she couldn't help but become fixated on Price's physique. Questions began to swirl in her thoughts, particularly about what lay beneath that thick sweater he now slept in. Were his muscles well-defined, sculpted from hours of hard work and dedication? Or were they hidden beneath a layer of softness, adding a touch of comfort to his appearance? The curiosity grew stronger, fueling her imagination as she envisioned the possibilities. It was a tantalizing mystery, one that she couldn't help but ponder, wondering if one day she would have the chance to uncover the truth.

As her mind wandered, it delved even deeper into his physical attributes, specifically focusing on what he possessed between his legs. Questions arose about its thickness, length, girth, and whether it was thin or substantial. She pondered whether he preferred a clean-shaven look or if his hair was coarse yet well-maintained, similar to his facial hair. Curiosity arose about the presence of freckles and whether it leaned towards one direction or the other. She wondered if it was pale or tan, what color the tip was. These thoughts consumed her mind, leaving her with a multitude of unanswered questions.

Her cheeks flushed with warmth as she realized the direction her thoughts were taking. It felt criminal. It was inappropriate to think of a man in such a way, especially someone like Price who was so sweet and such a gentleman. She began to question her own feelings towards him, fearing that she might be falling for a man who deserved a woman equally as remarkable to be his eternal partner. She pondered the qualities that would make a woman worthy of Price's affection. Would she need to possess extraordinary beauty, intelligence, or perhaps a combination of both?

The weight of her own self-doubt began to settle upon her, as she questioned whether she could ever measure up to the standards she imagined Price had. Perhaps he was waiting for some magic spark to ignite, maybe Eros to strike them with arrows to let him know it was meant to be or a letter hand-written from Aphrodite or Hera with approval. Something he seemingly so desired based on his adamant refusal of the other sacrificial women he considered for brides. He even said it himself, he wanted someone closer to his physical age to keep for an eternity as a partner, not just a wife.

Lost in her thoughts, she yearned for a sign, a glimpse into Price's true nature. She longed to know if he was as extraordinary as he appeared, or if her infatuation was merely a figment of her imagination, the facade of a god. Only time would reveal the answers she sought, and until then, she would continue to question her own worthiness of a god like Price.

He shifted again in his sleep, pulling her closer. His beard tickling against her neck, he took a deep breath. She couldn't help but think about the advice her friends had given her as a teenager. They had told her that men could determine if they wanted to marry a girl by the end of their first date. As she lay there, she wondered if the dinner they had just shared counted as a date. Did it hold any significance or was it just a casual outing with his friends? Her mind raced as she rubbed her legs together and nervously bit her lip. Being in such close proximity with a man was a new experience for her.

Suddenly, he began to stir in his sleep, a soft grunt escaping his mouth. Startled, she realized he was awake. "Why aren't you asleep?" he questioned, his voice filled with curiosity. "Humans need a good deal of sleep compared to us gods."

Her heart skipped a beat as she tried to come up with a response. "I... I couldn't sleep," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I guess I'm just not used to... this."

He looked at her intently, his eyes filled with understanding. "It's okay," he said softly, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "We can take things slow. There's no rush."

As he held her close, she felt a warm and comforting feeling, giving her hope for a happy future. Could this amazing man be the one she would marry? And, by some lucky chance, did he really understand her deepest desires?

Finally, she drifted into a peaceful slumber, feeling a sense of tranquility and optimism. The man she had discovered, whom she might be falling in love with, had filled her heart with hope and affection. The thought of marrying him brought her immense joy and contentment. He was truly remarkable, and she could only wish that he felt the same way about her. Thankfully, it seemed like he did, and that realization filled her with even more happiness.

#cod x reader #call of duty #captain price #john price #captain johnathan price #john price x reader #captain john price #captain john price x reader #captain john price x female reader

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kanansdume · 8 months

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I continue to be on Senator Xiono's side over Hera's which is a REALLY frustrating position to be in.

Hera, you cannot tell Xiono that he isn't "seeing" the problem when you are literally SHOWING HIM NOTHING. You HAVE nothing to show, so how the FUCK could he see what isn't there? He's not omniscient, and if you have no proof of your claims, why SHOULD he believe you? Just because you used to be a Rebel? They've stated that you are personally invested in this mission, you've used Republic resources like six times to go on a mission that is basically just so you can try to find one person you care about and failed six times, you apparently repeatedly disrespect the orders you're given from Republic leadership, so why should Xiono just... trust you?

This is SO frustrating because it makes NO FUCKING SENSE for Hera to be getting all high and mighty about this when Xiono's RIGHT to question her. This would be a way more interesting plot if it wasn't being presented as just "Hera vs. The Asshole Senator" but an actual nuanced storyline where Hera and Xiono are BOTH RIGHT. Thrawn IS out there and he IS a threat, but Xiono is ALSO right to point out that Hera's abusing Republic resources and disrespecting Republic resources for a personal agenda and has no proof of her own claims.

They COULD'VE gone down the route that Hera is so caught up in this mission that she's sort-of losing her perspective and is now reaping the consequences of those choices. Maybe we see a role reversal where it's SABINE who is trying to talk Hera into being more reasonable about it and let Ezra go or something. But noOoOoOoOo we HAVE to have this whole terrible storyline about how the New Republic SUCKS and is basically the Empire by another name and everyone who runs it are IDIOTS or lazy rich assholes who will drive it into the ground in a few years. Individually, some of the New Republic people are okay, but as an organization, it's too flawed and it needed to catch up with the times to keep from falling.

Sound familiar?

#star wars #hera syndulla #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #ahsoka 2023 #sw ahsoka #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers #senator xiono #hamato xiono #hera critical #hera syndulla critical #i cannot BELIEVE this show made those tags necessary #fuck the ahsoka show for that in particular

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Can you tell me where in the myths Ares is the protector of mistreated ones? I don't mean any kind of modern interpretations, but rather some credible sources to show that any of ancients perceived him that way. I can't find any myths also where he protect any women outside his family. I do like Ares but I don't want to make claims that are wrong and you seem to know a lot about him.

And what is your opinion on the festival of Ares where no women were allowed? Doesn't that contradict the festival where he was feasted upon by women?

Interesting!

Well, there is no such a source that directly claims that Ares is "the protector of the mistreated". It is a general belief that was conducted from his mythology. I first heard the phrase "Protector of the mistreated" from one of my visits to a museum here in Greece, as an archeologist explained some scenery.

I had the same question just like you, and what I did of course was to research more this term, and by reading and interpreting, the conclusion was the same.

Let me be more specific.

Ares avenged his daughter's sexual assault by Hallirothios. Poseidon demanded Ares to be tried on Areios Pagos. It was the first try to have happened. Avenging a rape in ancient times was something out of logic, because women didn't have the rights they have today, especially in ancient Athens, were the incident took place. Ares surprised everyone with his action. All the male gods voted for Ares' guilt, but all the female goddesses voted for Ares' innocence. Ares was finally acquitted of all charges, because Athena's vote counted as double. That speaks volumes. Ares gave voice to the rights of the mistreated women by sexual abuse, to which all of the goddesses agreed.

Also, Ares was the first one of the gods to defend Olympus against the Aloadai. Both the Aloadai claimed to be wedded to Hera and Artemis, after their conquer. Ares came to defend Olympus and the honor of his mother and sister. And the most surprising thing is that Ares and Artemis do not interact much in Greek mythology, apart from both siding with the Trojans in the Trojan War. There are no whatsoever myths about these two. And what is more interesting is the fact that when Ares was trapped, Artemis and Hermes freed him. That means that Artemis may have appreciated Ares' stance towards her.

And I wanna disagree to the fact that Ares supported only his family. Once upon a time, there was a typical Greek miserable woman, wedded to an abusive husband. That woman wanted to get out of that life and she trained herself and the women in her town in martial arts. Then, when they were trained enough, they slew all the men in the town and left to a land to built their own feminine city. They opposed many enemies on the road there, and Ares was impressed by that woman's initiative. Ares, for tge first time ever, descended from Olympus to the mortal world to meet this woman and offer her a favor. She would build him a temple in his name, and he will make the feminine tribe one of the most fearful and feared tribe of women all around the word. The woman accepted the offer, and she was described as Otrera, the first queen of the Amazons and Ares' bride. From Otrera's rise till the fall of the Amazon nation, Ares kept his promise to always protect and be there for them. He helped those mistreated women to build a huge empire and leave and even greater legacy behind them....

Now, about the festival of Ares that no women were allowed, there is not much to say. Greeks had their own ways to worship a god, for their own reasons. It seems fair that if there was a feast were no men were allowed, then there should have been one were no women were allowed.

To sum this up, there is no such a source that directly claims Ares to be the protector of the mistreated. It is just a title that was appraised to him by his contribution to such cases. Some things have a deeper meaning, which only can be conceived through research! Thanks for the question! 😉😄

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captain hongjoong finds out his s/o pretended as a human on his ship when she’s actually a mermaid! so he kicks her out but regrets it after realizing she’s vulnerable but he was too late when he went off to find her getting harrassed and killed by merchants :(

Kim Hongjoong : Our Destiny

Pairing : Kim Hong-Joong (Ateez) and named character (Moon Hera)

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A/n : Okay so this took a long, long time to process and I'm sorry about that but I was just working on lot of other works and now I finally have some time to process the inbox requests. I have made a few changes here and there in the storyline (maybe), but let's hope it is to your liking. As usual, I've tried my best and I hope ya'all enjoy it.

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Hongjoong stared at his love who was lying fast asleep beside him, her hazel brown locks covering a part of her face. Hongjoong brought his hand towards her and slowly brushed the hair back, a loving smile on his face.

Moon hera was the only person hongjoong could go soft for in this planet, she was the only person hongjoong could do anything for.

Hera : joongie?

Hongjoong : yes sweetheart?

Hera smiled as she slowly opened her eyes, hongjoong's happy face being the first thing she saw. Oh how she loved him being the first and last thing she set her eyes on.

Hera : good morning.

Hongjoong smiled wider and held hera's cheek, leaning forward before capturing her lips in his. Hera wrapped her arms around hongjoong's neck with a giggle, hongjoong chuckling as he whispered against her lips

Hongjoong : my beautiful lady.

Hera : all yours.

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Hera was standing on the bow of the ship, staring down at the water beneath her with intent eyes. She missed it, missed being in the sea, surrounded by her own realm. She was a shape-shifting mermaid, one of her kind. She could have human legs when she wanted, and change it to a mermaid tail when she got on the water and required it. But it had been a long time since she was a mermaid in water, and she missed it.

Mermaids were looked down upon by everyone, and hence her kind rarely came out of the water, scared the others would kill them. Hera had been one of the very few that had come out and lived among the common folk without getting killed, and that was only because no one knew she was a mermaid in here. And being known as hongjoong's lover, came with it's own respect and fear. So no one questioned her, fearful of hongjoong's wrath.

Hera flinched as she felt a loud splash in the water beneath her, the sight of a mermaid tail suddenly being visible to her. Hera's eyes widened as she stepped back, hoping no one had seen that. If she was seen talking to a mermaid, everyone would know hera was one herself.

As only a mermaid could communicate to another one. Hera had to leave.

But before hera could run away she felt the mermaid jump up from the water, landing right onto the ship in front of hera.

Hera : no. no-

The mermaid in front of her smiled, not knowing she was putting hera's life in complete danger.

??? : I am marina, daughter of your mother's sister.

Here looked around with scared eyes as she said

Hera : please, you-you can't be here-

Marina : I wish to talk with you.

Hera : we can't. marina, I can't. if anyone finds out I'm a mermaid-

Marina : but this is important, hera. It is about your mother.

Hera : I have cut all ties with her! I am no longer her daughter. Now please, please go back-

Hongjoong : SWEETHEART? WHERE ARE YOU!

Hera felt her heartbeat quicken in fear at hongjoong's voice. If he found out, she would be done for.

Hera : oh lord. No no-

Hera froze as she felt footsteps halting right behind her, a small gasp heard around the deck. Marina's eyes widened as she swiftly jumped back into the water, vanishing from sight. Hera closed her eyes, her heart completely breaking as she realized it was all over.

Hongjoong : he-hera?

Hera turned around slowly, the look hongjoong was currently giving her tearing hera apart. What had she done, why hadn't she told him before? Why did she betray him?

Hera : joong, please.

Hongjoong let out a shaky breath and turned around, walking away with no more words. Hera quickly ran after him, holding his wrists with her trembling hand as she said

Hera : no please. Please listen to me-

Hongjoong : listen to your lies? Again?

Hera : hongjoong-

Hongjoong turned around with teary eyes, hera blinking her eyes as she stepped back

Hongjoong : no hera, if you'd told me that you were a mermaid, I would've still loved you. Because my love for you was never based on who you were, or what you were. I loved you for you, I loved you for the trust you put in me and the trust I could put in you. But that's gone now. I would've loved you, and I would've protected you until I died. But no. you didn't fucking trust me so you lied to me.

Hera : hongjoong I was scared!

Hongjoong : I DON’T CARE HERA! You fucking lied to me!

Hera stared at hongjoong, tears falling down her eyes as hongjoong continued

Hongjoong : I trusted you with my entire life, I loved you with my entire soul, hera. But you tore it all apart.

Hera : I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry please forgive me-

Hongjoong : I want you out of the ship when we harbor on the next island.

Hera's eyes widened in fear. No. no, she would die the moment she stepped out of this ship.

Hera : oh no no. hongjoong no please-

Hongjoong did not bother listening further and walked to his room in the ship, hera running behind him while still pleading desperately. But hongjoong paid no heed to any of it. And when he finally reached his room, he got inside and shut the door right before hera could get in, locking it. Hera banged on the door, tears streaming down her cheeks as she said

Hera : PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME AWAY HONGJOONG!

Hongjoong sat down on his bed with a thud, tears dropping down his eyes. Hera sobbed, banging harder against the door as she said

Hera : please, they'll kill me! Hongjoong, you can't let me die!

Hongjoong could not keep her here any longer either, she had betrayed him.

Hera : HONGJOONG I LOVE YOU! YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU, WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME!

Hongjoong shut his eyes tightly, tears falling down his cheeks. Hera cried harder, her bangs getting weaker as she said

Hera : PLEASE! PLEASE don't…don't let me go.

Hongjoong face scrunched up in pain as he heard hera slide down the wall, her sobs still coming through the wood. Hongjoong brought his hands up to his ears, clasping them shut as tears streamed down his own eyes.

Hongjoong : I'm sorry, hera-ya.

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Hera flinched as she felt the thud of the ship harboring against land, quickly standing up as her breathing got heavy. She was going to have to leave now, hongjoong was going to make her leave. Just as hera was about to try and hide somewhere the door behind her opened, revealing a red eyed hongjoong. His gaze turned cold at the sight of her as hera said

Hera : joong, please listen to me-

Hongjoong : no. step out or I will have to do the deeds myself, moon hera.

Hera pressed her lips together, looking at hongjoong with desperate eyes as she said

Hera : so what about our love, hongjoong? What about all the years we spent together and all the promises we made to each other? What about our future-

Hongjoong : there will be no future for us anymore, hera. Because love is made from trust, and that you have now broken, in the same way you have broken our promises. The years we spent together is nothing but a lie anymore, hera. None of those have any values anymore so leave while you still can.

Hera sniffled, her eyes lowering to the floor as she said in a low voice

Hera : I was scared you wouldn't accept me, hongjoong. I loved you, I wanted you and I thought you'd never love me back if I said I was a mermaid.

Hongjoong : well now you've lost everything, hera. Go back to the sea, and never return, for your own good.

The sea would never accept her, but hera didn't say that out loud and hongjoong didn't know it either. And so hera turned around, walking towards the exit of the ship as she stepped out. Her hands covered her mouth, muffled sobs leaving her lips as she didn't dare look back. Because if she were to see hongjoong's face one more time, she was afraid she'd never be able to go away on her own.

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2 days later :

Seonghwa : hongjoong, if you're going to keep drinking like this I'll be carrying your dead body within a week.

Hongjoong groaned as he took another sip of the ale, leaning back against the bar stool as he said

Hongjoong : let me be, hwa.

Seonghwa : if you loved her so much, why did you ask her to leave, hongjoong?

Hongjoong : because she's a bloody mermaid, hwa. She lied to me, she broke my trust. How can I keep her on my ship after such treachery?

Seonghwa : she must've been scared, hongjoong-ah. This world is not fair to her kind.

Hongjoong : I loved her, hwa, and she knew it. Shouldn't she have known I'd accept her as whatever she was? She just didn't trust me, so I asked her to leave. She'll go back to the sea now, where she truly belongs.

Seonghwa : and you're going to wreck yourself like this, crying over her but not taking her back because of this ego of yours.

Hongjoong had another gulp of the ale as he said

Hongjoong : let us just call it my destiny.

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A week later :

To say the least, hera was struggling. Hiding in the land was very hard, especially since she couldn't trust anyone as everyone knew her to be hongjoong's lover. She had to beware of not only humans who hated mermaids, but also hongjoong's million other enemies who'd be waiting to capture her and use her as bait. They didn't know he'd thrown her out, did they?

Hera had been living in an abandoned hut near the woods for the past few days, having whatever scraps of food she could attain from around her. But now she was facing a problem, there was no more food left around her. Hera was now sitting with her back against the wooden wall, the only source of light coming from the rusty window she'd opened a while ago for fresh air.

Just as hera was about to close her eyes in order to sleep, she suddenly heard footsteps coming closer to her. Hera's eyes widened, quickly pressing her ears against the wooden wall as she could now hear the small chuckles and voices as well. And the worst part? They were talking about trades and treasures, and it were male voices. That only meant one thing, they were pirate merchants, the kind that despised mermaids, especially if it were a woman.

Hera suddenly felt her heart beat faster in fear as she felt the sudden need for hongjoong. He had always protected her, he always kept her behind him and shielded her from the worst. But now, now she was all alone.

Hera stood up from her place quietly and decided to sneak out the back door of the small hut, thinking the merchants would enter from the front. But as soon as she opened the door, she was thrown right onto the ground, a group of 5 men with dirty smirks on their faces standing all over hera's weak body lying on the ground.

??? : look who we have here, a pretty lady.

??? : she's kim hongjoong's lady, sir.

The man who seemed to be the boss chuckled, leaning down as he placed a finger against hera's trembling lips. And from that touch itself hera felt disgusted, wanting to get away from this man. He reeked of alcohol, and bad omen.

??? : even better.

Hera shook her head frantically, tears already filling her eyes as she said shakily

Hera : please! Please let me go I don't have any money on me at all-

??? : who said we want money from you? We want something else entirely.

Hera's eyes widened as one of the other men chuckled and kneeled down, pulling her up by the collar before tearing her long skirt till mid-way. Hera screamed as the man's nail dug into her thigh skin, her tears falling onto the floor as she realized what they were about to do.

Hera : pl-please. Please don't do this, I will do anything please-

??? : anything?

Hera sobbed, looking up at the man as he said

??? : will you kill kim hongjoong for us, then?

Hera whimpered, her eyes lowering to the floor at that. There was no way she could kill the man she loved, because her kind only loved once. Hongjoong was the man she chose, even if he'd thrown her away now. She wouldn't give him up for anything, not even her own life.

Hera : I can-cannot.

The man smiled, nodding towards the other man who was still holding hera by the collar before saying

??? : tear it all off, han.

Hera shut her eyes tightly as the man's hand started touching her in places it never should, realizing this was the end of it all.

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Hongjoong ran his hand through his already messy hair, feeling as if something was terribly wrong. Hera's locket that she'd once given him the day they'd confessed their love for each other kept vibrating in hongjoong's hand. Ever since she's gone he hadn't taken it off of his pocket. But he had no idea what it meant, the vibrations, but he felt as if it indicated that something was wrong. And even worse? The locket kept telling him that the danger was ahead of him, in land. Except hongjoong had thought hera would've gone back to the sea, where it was safer for her. What the hell was she still doing on land?

Seonghwa : hongjoong?

Hongjoong flinched, turning back around as he looked at his bestfriend. And just by looking at hongjoong's worried pale face, seonghwa knew something was wrong with hera.

Seonghwa : is it her?

Hongjoong looked at the still vibrating locket as he said

Hongjoong : I feel like something's happening to her, seonghwa, something bad.

Seonghwa : then go to her, captain.

Hongjoong : I…I want to but I don't know where she is. She's supposed to be in the sea, seonghwa! Where she belongs. Why the hell is she on land, and why didn't she tell me if she were going back there-

Seonghwa : because you threw her out, hongjoong. You said you wanted nothing with her anymore, how can she come back to you then?

Hongjoong let out a breath, looking back down at the locket as seonghwa placed his hand on hongjoong's shoulder before saying

Seonghwa : you love her, captain. You know it, and the locket knows it. You will know where to find her, or that stone will lead you to her.

Hongjoong looked up at seonghwa as he asked

Hongjoong : you think so?

Seonghwa : I know so. Go get your lady, captain. And be safe.

Hongjoong let out a small smile before patting seonghwa's hand on his shoulder

Hongjoong : thank you, hwa.

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Hongjoong was panting by the time he'd run up to wherever the locket was leading him. He was now standing in a meadow right outside the woods, the only thing being here other than bare land being a small hut that seemed to be abandoned. It was evening by now, and the sun was slowly setting. The woods would soon be dangerous but the locket kept urging hongjoong to go further.

But the vibrations grew faster as hongjoong neared the hut, and he realized that the door was slightly ajar. Hongjoong laid his hand on his knife's hilt before kicking the door open, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him.

Hongjoong quickly dropped the locket, rushing towards hera who was lying on the floor, her body half bare and bleeding in certain places. And as hongjoong dropped to his knees beside her with tears in his eyes, he could see that a knife was jammed deep into her stomach.

Hongjoong : h-hera, hera no. no no no.

Hongjoong quickly placed her body on his lap as he held her pale cheek, hera's eyes slowly fluttering open at the movement as she muttered hoarsely

Hera : hong-hongjoong?

Hongjoong sniffled as he nodded his head furiously, holding hera's body closer to him as he said

Hongjoong : who did this to you, hera. Why…why are your clothes-

Hera : I was raped.

Hongjoong's heart dropped at her words, his tears streaming down his cheek as he whispered

Hongjoong : no. no! hera you told me you'd go back to the sea! I thought you were going back-back to your family not to this…this place! I…I no no no-

Hera : my family would nev-never accept me, hongjoong. They'd kill me.

Hongjoong sobbed, hating himself for not realizing that sooner. He could have saved her from this, he let this happen to her.

Hera : and now I…I am going to die.

Hongjoong : no, no you cannot die. I will take you to a doctor-

Hera : it is too la-late, hongjoong. I have…I have lost too much blood.

Hongjoong looked around as he realized hera was right, there was too much blood on the floor and too less inside her body. Hongjoong sobbed helplessly, his hand around hera tightening as he said

Hongjoong : I am so sorry, love. I am so sorry I let this happen to you. I should've protected you, I never-never should've let you go. This is all my fault-

Hera : hongjoong.

Hongjoong whimpered as hera placed her bloody hand on his cheek, smearing it with her blood as she whispered with a small smile

Hera : this is my destiny, it is not your fault. God has willed it, and it has happened.

Hongjoong : damn the god, and damn this destiny of ours.

Hera : if it weren't for destiny I wouldn't have known your love, joong. My life…my life would've been so bare. It would've been long, but bare.

Hongjoong : if it weren't for me you wouldn't be in this position, hera! You would have lived.

Hera : I would choose you even if I were to know that this is how we'd end, joong, again and again. For I'd rather live a short life filled with your love and happiness than live immortal with no one to love me or no one to love.

Hongjoong sobbed, shaking his head as hera groaned in pain before saying

Hera : your love has made my life complete, and now I will die happily.

Hongjoong : this is not fair, why is it you and not me. Why-why couldn't I have been the one dying. You are innocent, this should've been my punishment.

And then hongjoong thought, maybe this is my punishment.

Hera : because I have one last thing to ask of you, hongjoong. I-I wish to go back to the sea.

Hongjoong stared at hera as she said with a small smile

Hera : after I die, put my body back to my own realm, hongjoong, where I belonged once. The sea gave me my life, and now I will give back to it. Will you do that for me, love?

Hongjoong cried, nodding his head before saying

Hongjoong : yes, yes I will.

Hera smiled, looking at hongjoong one last time before saying

Hera : I love you, hongjoong.

And hongjoong watched as the life slipped out of hera's eyes, the locket ceasing to vibrate as hongjoong wailed, cradling his lover's dead body ever so close to his chest. He could no longer hear her heart beat against him, and he could no longer feel his. As she had taken his heart away along with her, and now he was all but a mere body.

Hongjoong cried until the sun set, feeling hera one last time against him.

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Hongjoong was now standing at the tail of a boat he had stolen from the harbor a few hours ago, having set sail deeper into the sea before the owner could catch up to him at all. It had been a few hours since and hongjoong was far away from land and his own ship, hera's body still held close to him. She had wanted to go back to the sea, and now hongjoong would go with her.

Hongjoong walked closer to the edge of the boat with hera lying limp in his arms, her half torn skirt blowing against the wind as hongjoong looked up at the star filled sky with tear-filled eyes. How hard had his life been?

Hongjoong : you said love meant sacrifice once, didn't you? And I told you that love meant co-existence. That if you were to go one day, if you were to die, then I'd die with you. My heart and my soul is yours, moon hera, as yours was mine. And now you have taken it all away with you, leaving me with nothing but a lifeless body.

Hongjoong looked back at hera, his tear falling onto her pale face that glittered against the moonlight as hongjoong smiled. She still made him feel like he was soaring through the skies, she still brought him more happiness than anyone else could give, she was still his hera.

Hongjoong : I go where you go, and if it is to the sea, then the sea it is. Or if it is to the heavens, then there I will follow.

Hongjoong leaned down, kissing hera's forehead one last time before whispering

Hongjoong : I love you, my heart.

And saying that hongjoong let himself fall into the water, hera's body still held in his. And as he felt his body be swallowed up by the water, his lungs filling with the same water that once provided him his life, his hand still held hera's cold limp ones. Hongjoong looked at her one last time, the sea causing her brown hair to flow all around her and the water making her look even paler than she already was. He could no longer see her blue eyes that were almost the same color as the water that was now killing him, but he could imagine it.

And with her beautiful eyes in mind he closed his own, letting the sea take them wherever it willed. But wherever it was, they'd be together, hongjoong and hera. And that was all he cared about.

And then the two lifeless lovers’ bodies hit the bottom of the sea, their interlocked hands glittering under the sea water, where they’d both first held hands.

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5 Centuries later :

Hongjoong woke up from his sleep gasping, looking frantically around him as he realized that he was still on the same bus going back to his home after a full day of work at the city corp. Hongjoong sat up straight against the bus seat, placing his hand against his racing heart as he realized it was just a dream. A dream where he was a pirate and in love with a girl he'd never even seen before who had caused his own death. Hongjoong could still feel the sea water in his lungs, the ocean surrounding his body. God, that was just terrible, he thought.

Hongjoong looked forward as the bus stopped to pick up a few other people, a pale hand with long glittering nails wrapping around the bus safety rod as a person entered the bus. Hongjoong's widened eyes stared at the lady as she smiled at the kid sitting in front, walking up to the back where hongjoong was sitting as she brushed her hair back. That same brown hair, the same blue eyes that seemed to reflect the sea in it and those same rosy lips. No, fucking, way.

Hongjoong held the lady's wrist before she could walk past him as he felt his heart race, feeling as if someone had just sent a shock through his veins as hongjoong asked

Hongjoong : I'm sorry may I just…could I know your name?

The lady frowned, confused at this random man asking her name. hongjoong's eyes fell to the skin that was exposed due to her crop top, a small birthmark like scar decorating the same place hongjoong had seen hera being stabbed in his dream. Hongjoong's eyes widened as the lady answered, her voice sounding almost like a dream to hongjoong

??? : moon hera.

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ghostlyloversworld · 3 months

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Chris rodriguez! X fem! Reader

Idea- Chris made reader fall but it leads to more

Waring- not proofread, the use of y/n!

Song- none!

Chris huffed. He was walking behind Percy and Luke, annoyed a little that he's kinda left out but oh well.. Luke was walking the new boy around camp half blood. The boy was unclaimed but that's how every demigod starts out. You don't get picked automatically. No you have to impress the gods to be picked. Until you do something that impresses the gods you're in the clear.

As they walked. Chris wasn't watching what he was doing and he fell but in the process he brought down the daughter of Hera. He had grabbed her when he was falling because he bumped into her without knowing but to make it worse.. He tried to ground himself by holding her but ended up making her fall with him

"Oh my gods" he started to stumble over his words "i-.. Ummm.. I'm so sorry Y/n! I didn't m-mean to grabbed you!" She sits up "it's okay.. I'm fine a-are you okay?" He nodded as he stands up. He held his hand out for the girl "yeah I'm fine.. "

Y/n gently grabbed his hand. He pulled her up but as he pulled her up his mind being to race

She's so pretty. She probably thinks your stupid now.

He was panicking badly. But didn't let it show, his hands were sweaty but after he pulled y/n up he continues to hold her hand. "Oh um.. " Y/n said softly as she looks at their hands

She started to feel her face become warm. He quickly let's go of her hand "I-im so so sorry y/n" he was scared for her reaction but she laughs softly at how he panicked "oh don't worry.. I don't mind.. You know if you hold my hand"

It had been three days after that little Incident, Chris and Y/n had grown closer. So of course the way they looked at each other during breakfast makes Luke turn his head as he scrapes off the eggs on his plate.he asked Chris "so you and Y/n" Chris laughs nervously "yeah ummm.. I really don't know.. I mean I like her but I don't know if she likes me back" that made Luke laugh hard "dude are you serious.. Be for real she is looking at you like you hung the world" he smirks at Chris "oh...oh! " Chris finally realized what Luke meant after 2 seconds

Now that made Chris feel all griddy inside you could say he's crushing hard on the daughter of Hera

After breakfast. He walks over to the daughter of Hera to which she gently turned around with a smile on her face "Hey Chris! " he waved at her "Hey Y/n" he finally got the chance to ask her the

Question that has been on his mind for a good while now "are you single" she nodded "yeah why?.. " he tried to be smooth about his next lines but the poor baby wasn't smooth at all

"So that means I can be you're boyfriend" she laughs softly "I would love for you to be my boyfriend"

Let's just say. Chris had a stupid grin on his face because he got the girl in the end.

#x fem!reader #x female reader #pjo #chris rodriguez #chris rodriguez x reader #percy jackson #fem reader #percy jackson x reader #luke castellan

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kanerallels · 2 months

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My first contribution to Spring Fling, run by @monthly-challenge!

Day 2: Green

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus x Hera Syndulla

Had it been any other person, any other encounter, any other voice, Kanan probably would have just brushed it off and moved on.

Bumping into some stranger in the hall of the VA? That was normal enough. Getting around with about 75 percent of his vision gone was something he was still getting used to, and the building was pretty full on an average day.

So when he bumped into someone while leaving a meeting he’d been at, Kanan caught himself quickly. “Sorry,” he said, stepping back to let whoever it was by.

“No worries,” they said— she said. It was a woman’s voice, and the very sound of it rooted Kanan to the ground, speechless.

He’d been alive for 25 years, fought in a war, lost people he loved, and made a variety of highly questionable decisions. And in that time, Kanan had seen and heard a lot, both ugly and beautiful.

This voice? It blew all of them away. Both gentle and firm, with a musical quality that sent warmth through his bones and made his heart skip a beat. It was absolutely exquisite, and Kanan knew, without a doubt, that he absolutely had to know the woman it came from.

She was already walking away, towards the elevator, by the time Kanan recovered enough to come to this conclusion. And by the time he’d started to move or speak or do anything, the elevator door was already sliding shut.

All he’d seen, with what was left of his vision, was a bright, vibrant flash of green.

From a shirt or a scarf, or something else entirely? Kanan didn’t know. All he knew was that the color was burned indelibly into his memory, and that he definitely needed to find out who that woman was.

He took the stairs, but when he made it to the lobby a floor below, the woman was long gone, leaving behind the memory of her voice. Kanan bit back a frustrated growl. Don’t worry, he told himself. If she was at the VA, it was for a reason. Which means I might bump into her again.

So he stayed calm, and headed out. Unfortunately, he was late for lunch with his friend Zeb thanks to his searching. The burly man was waiting in the usual booth at their favorite diner when Kanan made it.

“Oh, thanks for bothering to show up,” he said as Kanan slid into the seat across from him.

“Sorry,” Kanan said with a grimace. “I didn’t think I was going to be that late. But I— got distracted, and then the cab had to take a detour thanks to some accident. Did you order already?”

“I waited like ten minutes, but then I got bored,” Zeb said with a good-natured snort. He wasn’t the type to hold a grudge over one being late. “What exactly distracted you so much you forgot about lunch with your best mate?”

“I didn’t forget,” Kanan corrected. “I just got distracted, like I said.” The waitress approached, and Kanan ordered. He and Zeb had been coming to the diner since long before he’d lost his vision, and the menu was ingrained in his memory.

As were the staff, for that matter, and Kanan frowned as the waitress walked away. “We don’t know her, do we?”

“Nope,” Zeb said, slurping from his drink. “Some Russian kid Quinlan picked up. Now, are you being evasive, or am I going nuts?”

Kanan hesitated, then admitted, “You’re not going nuts. I was distracted by… someone I met. She and I bumped into each other in the hall—”

“Ohhh,” Zeb said, and Kanan didn’t need to see him to know a smirk was stretching across his face. “She?”

“It’s not like that!” Kanan protested, then paused. “Well… it is a little. But it’s not like I had enough time for anything to happen.”

He recapped the incident for Zeb, lingering just a little on what he remembered of the woman. Especially her voice— he probably lingered a little too long on that.

“Right,” Zeb said as the waitress reappeared, carrying both of their meals. “So you fell head over heels for this girl you met one time, and you’re gonna do what about it?”

Kanan shrugged. “Find her, I guess? Thanks,” he added as the waitress set his sandwich in front of him, along with his drink. “How hard could it be? I just need to talk to all the women in Lothal City until I find one that sounds—”

“Like an angel from your dreams?” Zeb said, snickering as he took a bite from his burger.

“I was going to say familiar,” Kanan said, scowling at him.

The man chuckled. “Sure, mate. Well, you’ve got the VA to start with. Maybe ask Piett. He and Veers know everyone around there, and if they don’t know her, they’ll know someone who does.”

“Good point,” Kanan said, his heart lightening a little. Veers was his former CO, and between him and his best friend Piett, they had a handle on pretty much everything that went on in both the VA and Lothal City. (Although it helped that Piett’s sister in law was a state senator.) After their meal, Kanan headed home planning to speak to them the next day.

He didn’t have to wait that long.

While he knew it made him something of a stereotype, Kanan liked to stop at the same diner every morning before work. He’d been going there for years, and the owner, Quinlan Vos, had been close with his mother. So he could usually count on cheap— or free, depending on if Vos’s wife was there— coffee, and a decent breakfast.

What he hadn’t counted on, however, when he stepped inside, was finding someone in his usual booth. In fact, Kanan had been expecting it so little that he’d sat down before he realized someone was sitting across from him.

“Oh— sorry,” he said, starting to slide out of his seat.

“No apologies necessary.”

Kanan froze. That was the voice— warm, slightly amused and curious, and stunningly gorgeous. And, as he gave her a proper look, there was the green. Her hair, by the looks of things. It was unexpected, and fit her well. Really well, he thought.

“Do we know each other?” she asked, her voice thoughtful. “You look familiar.”

For a moment, Kanan couldn’t speak. A long moment, as it turned out, because she asked, “You speak English?”

“Words fail me.”

There was no mistaking her smile, gentle and wry, as she said, “So they do.”

Recover, Jarrus. Pull yourself together. “Um.” Not a strong start. “We, uh, we actually met the other day,” he told her. “Bumped into each other at the VA— literally.”

“That’s right,” she said. “Which is why you sat down next to me?”

Kanan couldn’t help himself— he laughed. “Believe it or not, this is a complete coincidence. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it happened. But this is my favorite spot, at my favorite diner.”

It’s almost like fate, the unhelpfully romantic side of his brain whispered.

He elected not to say that part out loud.

“Well, you may as well stay, then,” she told him serenely. “I’m Hera.”

“Kanan.”

“Nice to meet you, Kanan.”

A smile crossing his face, Kanan said, “Trust me, the pleasure is all mine.”

#springfling2024 #star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera #garazeb orrelios #modern au #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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i never requested before but i was wondering if you could do a yandere percy jackson and annabeth (together not separate) and if they caught y/n escaping and how they would react afterwards??

You tried to blend into crowds.

You stayed out of wilderness and definitely away from water; you kept to the city, and you kept to the crowds. Each time you had to wait amid a cluster of other people to cross a street, your heart pounded, but you tried to act natural; visible signs of nervousness would make it easier for them to spot you, and they were certainly already looking.

You crossed the street. You crossed another street. You tried to look like someone who had a place to go, not someone taking turns at random. You tried to look like a real part of each group you walked with, not a shifty tag-along.

Then, suddenly, Annabeth was in front of you, appearing out of thin air as she took off her Yankees cap.

"Gotcha!" she said triumphantly. "There's our mortal. You did surprisingly well, but that little almost-double-back you did three blocks ago drew my eye." She looked up at the sky and did some kind of hand signal- probably to Blackjack. Then her clever eyes met your doleful gaze, and she laughed. "Oh, don't give me that look. Did you actually think you were getting away? Did you think you would elude both of us?"

On cue, Percy landed on an outdoor cafe table a few feet away, overturning it and startling several nearby diners. (Annabeth manipulated the Mist on them while Percy righted the table and trotted over to both of you.)

"There you are," he said, an unintentionally eerie smile forming on his face. Annabeth's scariest look was, no question, her look of intense determination. The look she got when she was focusing hard on something, piecing together a strategy. For Percy, his scariest look...well, his intense determination was pretty spooky, too, but the most chilling thing was often his smile. After all, he'd been fighting monsters for enough of his life that his smile of victory and glee was just as suited to taking a life as it was to finding the person he was looking for. "Thought we'd have to report you missing, this time: Just let some Hermes kids loose on the town and buy pizza for whoever finds you first."

"I win," Annabeth goaded him cheerily. "Again."

"It's just three to two," Percy protested.

"Four to two."

"Who's counting?" His eyes met yours again, and you felt the usual somersaulting of the stomach, as if a great sea wave had taken you off your feet and you were wholly subject to its push and pull. But you managed, with difficulty, to hold his gaze and not entirely lose your breath. "Ready to come home now?" he asked. "Or do you want to pick up some lunch, on the way?"

Crossing your arms, you replied, "I can't get a few days of freedom, before you lock me back in?"

"You had a great few minutes," Annabeth said. "Which would already be too long, if one of our many enemies decided to use you to take their revenge on us. I told you about how I lost Percy to Hera's plotting. We're not going to let the same thing happen to you."

They started walking you back in the direction of home.

You continued to pester them. "If a goddess wants to kidnap me, does it make a difference whether or not I'm with you?"

Percy smirked. "Uh, yeah. It does."

"I'm offended by the question," Annabeth said, with a frown.

"You're saying if I'm with you and a goddess wants to kidnap me, you can fight a goddess?"

"We're saying," Annabeth replied, "if you're with us and a goddess wants to kidnap you, we won't have to fight a goddess. The confrontation wouldn't happen in the first place."

She was making it sound like the gods were scared of them or something. "You're not...stronger than the gods...are you?"

"No," they both said at the same time, as promptly as if they'd rehearsed it.

"Of course not," Annabeth said. "Why would you even say that?"

"No, we're not stronger than any gods," Percy agreed. Neither one of them sounded quite convincing. It just sounded like they were being polite. Like, What, me? No, I couldn't possibly... "But," he continued, with a noticeable edge, "they're not gonna want to fight us. At all."

"If a fight can be avoided, we'd all like to avoid it," Annabeth said. Her words seemed to be chosen with the intent of mitigating the implication that the gods would not win a fight between themselves and the combined power of Percy and Annabeth, but her tone was hard and pointed, undermining the equanimity in her phrasing. "The gods are smart. They won't make a problem for themselves unnecessarily." With that veiled threat to the Olympic pantheon dispensed, she then sent you a wry smile and said, "So. Lunch or no lunch? If you're feeling that cooped up, we can always dine out. How about we take you on a date away from home once a month, and let you stretch your legs?"

You nodded grumpily. "That sounds better."

"Great! Now, don't try to slip out on us again, or we'll have to cancel. Got it?"

You nodded again. She wrapped a well-muscled arm around her shoulder and kissed your cheek.

"You got off easy," Percy whispered in your ear. "When I disappeared on her, she judo-flipped me." With a fond chortle, he slipped his hand into yours and asked both of you, "How about tacos?"

The weirdest part about being kidnapped by two young demigods who frightened the gods themselves– you thought, as you ordered tacos with your girlfriend and boyfriend –was pretending that you weren't.

#yandere percy jackson #yandere annabeth chase #yandere percabeth x reader #yandere pjo

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11queensupreme11 · 5 months

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In the last chapter we saw that Hera will be forced to recover Percy because she is the only one who will allow (force) Percy to follow his destiny This made me think of the following possibility:

What if by chance it was pjo Poseidon who got Percy back? Let's imagine that during the conversation a small animal like a fly or butterfly (a lesser God in disguise) heard the conversation and, aiming to get a better position on Olympus for itself, ran to tell Poseidon the news.

He is furious, but he stops for a moment and analyzes the information and decides to manipulate the situation in his favor, he pretends not to know and waits for the right moment to set a trap for Hera so he can recover his baby himself.

He rescues Percy (thus defying fate) and takes her to Atlantica with Sally, after all the pain of his baby's disappearance, everyone can say that the Poseidon that was softened by time is gone

Now in a younger form with a crueler temperament he is defending his daughter tooth and nail, no one can go near the sea anymore, no more human fishing and no more pollution, no more dangerous missions, no more cruel fates

Although he has not revealed himself to humans as of now, fueled by protective fury, he is using his powers to protect his oceans from everyone and everything, now that Percy lives with him at sea any attempt at fishing or pollution is shredded by earthquakes and tsunamis

Human environmentalists are trying to explain and correlate why these phenomena are happening, everything is in chaos because now that fishing is impossible, countries that depended almost exclusively on fishing for food are going hungry (if they haven't already been wiped out of the map by tsunamis)

He is also getting a little help from other gods to hide Percy, humans now think these environmental disasters are a result of global warming and other factors such as rampant pollution It has been centuries since the tides have been so clean and orderly and the animals have been so safe.

How would Poseidon react to all this?

"He is also getting a little help from other gods to hide" IMAGINE THAT THE OTHER GODS WERE HERMES, DIONYSUS, AND HADES???? JASHEFBVASJDFJASHB after all the angsty shit i wrote about them in chapter 14, i can totally see them aiding poseidon in hiding percy from everyone

and then i see a couple other olympians joining poseidon's side. apollo would find out first, being the god of truth, then he'd pull artemis along to help out. she'd definitely help out 10000% because of what happened in the titan's curse. aphrodite would probs help out too. they'd probably be hellbent on making sure zeus, hera, ares, demeter, and hephaestus DONT find out about percy (especially the first three), as well as the fates

poseidon's change in demeanor would greatly disappoint percy. she misses her chiller and kinder dad, especially since she already had a terrifying one back in ror verse. she'd try to plea for him to show mercy, but this poor dude's already snapped tbh 💀💀

(im gonna assume your question was asking about ror!poseidon) as for ror!poseidon, his opinion on his counterpart wouldn't change. if he learned about this, he'd probably roll his eyes and go "oh NOW you care about your belongings, hmm? oh well, I'm still going to take it all from you" 💀

i love dark poseidon tho.... he's just so much chiller and nicer in the books, so i enjoy reading fics that explore his much darker, more canon to the myths side... 😍

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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mythsandheather · 7 months

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Because I already brought this up on Reddit, let’s talk about it here too.

LONG POST ABOUT HADES, HERA AND AVOIDING ACCOUNTABILITY LIKE THE PLAGUE INCOMING.

Persephone knows that Hera and Hades had a thing now, right? So after guilt tripping herself all day for feeling insecure, they finally talk about it. Hades admits to having feelings for her once. Feelings, let’s be specific. He hasn’t yet said they had a relationship or a centuries long affair behind Zeus’s back.

Persephone, as any sensible person would, asks a very fair question. Let’s ignore how disconcerting she looks for a second.

Now the response any normal fucking person would give here would obviously be “no”, right? Or some variation. “No, I’m not.” “No, we’re just friends.” “No, that’s in the past and I love you.”

That’s the normal, reasonable, acceptable response…but this is Lore Olympus. So naturally Hades doesn’t do that.

“Let me just preface this” oh I just know I’m about to hear some male manipulator bullshit. All that shit he just said when he could have simply said “no”. Also, why the pause?

Never fails to make me laugh how LO Hera is supposed to be this glamorous, sympathetic, strong, aspirational figure that Persephone and the audience alike should revere, when all she is is a racist, classist, deadbeat parent and chain smoking drunk whose primary hobby seems to be putting on too much mascara just so she can cry it off every other chapter.

Also, Hades, if you had a lot of respect for Hera, you wouldn’t be telling Persephone all her business without her knowledge or consent.

JUST SAY NO YOU ANTISEMITIC LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

What does that even mean? “What we are now is a ghost of what we used to be.” What a weirdly vague yet specific choice of words.

What did you used to be? Hades never says what they were or how long it went for and he still never fucking says it’s over. Now it’s just…a ghost? What’s that then, Papa Smurf?

Are you still haunted by this relationship? Is it like a ghost in the sense it’s going to come back cuz that’s what ghosts do? Cuz I’m not hearing “that phase is completely done”, I’m hearing “this phase is on pause and will most definitely be picked up on again the second the opportunity presents itself”.

Like I said, it’s such a weird, specific choice of words.

To quote Mabel “Madea” Simmons, “look at him try to throw it on you now. It’s like if he tries to get Persephone to engage and agree with him, then it’s all okay and he’s successfully excused himself and distracted from the question at the same time.

First, a couple of petty things. One, look at how wonky his eyes are. Those were adjusted last minute and you can see it. Also his hairstyle changed with each panel.

Second, there have always been a lot of immortal beings around. At the specific time we’re talking about back when Hera and Hades first got together, for example, there was already a whole mess of chthonic gods running around. There were nymphs, satyrs and other immortal creatures that were and are perfectly viable dating options.

Hades just so happened to want the woman who was dating his brother and banging his dad, and Persephone just so happened to get involved with two of her cousins and then marry her uncle.

This whole “the immortal dating pool” comment feels like a disclaimer to avoid the fact that, try as she might to avoid it, Rachel ended up right back in the incest pit that all Greek mythology adaptions inevitably try to avoid yet fall into in the end.

I’m also not going to pretend that these two having such a limited word view on dating options doesn’t stem from the fact that they think basically everyone else is inferior to them.

But, in conclusion, Hades was asked a fair question that required a one word answer. One word, two letters…and he could not do it.

Instead we get dragged on this purple prose wannabe, “I’m 14 and this is deep” diatribe that barely skims the surface of what his entanglement with Hera really was. Immediately following this, Hades goes on to explain Hera’s golden traitor title and her history with Kronos. This is also the infamous chapter where he claims Zeus has no trauma.

He was more comfortable discussing his father abusing and then brutally maiming Hera, and more comfortable minimising what happened to his brothers, than he was just saying “no, I don’t love Hera anymore”.

Rachel does this for Hades a lot. Hades is, at least in my opinion, not one of the more interesting greek deities and the fact he’s the male lead of LO and her celebrity crush’s insert means she feels the need to beef up how important, how powerful, how desirable, how vulnerable, how lonely, how angry, how complicated he is, but does not possess the skill to do so.

So she writes herself into a corner and the mountain of evidence for Hades being a fucking awful person gets bigger.

For example, as we just saw, Hades had a thing with Hera. He’s soooo sexy and so hot and so kind and so perfect and so irresistible and desirable that even Hera can’t resist him! But wait! Making Hades and Hera have a centuries long affair behind Zeus’s back and with Hades going into another relationship where he cheats on his current girlfriend, Minthe, with Persephone, doesn’t reflect well on poor daddy Hades! What to do??

The simple and logical route, other than just not having the stupid affair in the first place, is for Hades to just admit he made a mistake and he regrets it and is trying to do better. But wait! Daddy Hades is a complicated and edgy bad boy…but he can’t actually do anything bad cuz he always has to be in the right!

So instead of ever admitting he’s wrong, god forbid he do that, let alone apologise, every time we get treated to what a piece of shit he is and the consequences of his bad actions and Rachel’s bad writing, we get tormented with more faux-deep prose that’s meant to paint him as a helpless lonely victim and remove any blame from him, while conveniently always minimising and dismissing someone else’s suffering.

I’d kill to see what sad, poetic, overly-wordy garbage he spins when he inevitably cheats on Persephone with Hera, because this whole exchange all but screams that the door is very much still open.

Persephone felt bad about herself for being insecure by the chemistry and contact that Hera and Hades still have, because how could she even think of misjudging poor dear Hades? IMO, she’s not worried enough. Homegirl is already on her way to ending up where Minthe was.

#lo critical #antiloreolympus #lo criticism #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lore olympus criticism #here we go #art belongs to Rachel and her team

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