A co-written story by both @chaotic-orphan and I. Each chapter has both our writing in and we take turns in posting. We are genuinely so proud of this story and have some insane things coming your way so we cannot reccomend more you reading this!
My bestie and I were watching KPDH together and when we reached Your Idol we both went WAIT THAT'S LITERALLY THE VILLAIN OF OUR STORY and when Rumi talked with Gwi-Ma we again both went THAT'S DANN AND THE VILLAIN so of course I had to redraw one of the iconic poses with said villain!!!
So!! Introducing Light (he/him) :) he's the god of (you guessed it) light and the main villain of our shared story!! I could say a lot about him, but let just say that if he fell from his ego, he'd die of starvation before reaching the ground lmao. There's also two songs called Brutus on his playlist :) that's all you need to know about him :)
No text + flat colors so you can apreciate all my hard work rendering 🫡
After so long, a story is now in your arms, even after all the lovely comms I bought from artists and shared with you, NOTHING will take me from writing HAHAHAHA.
I am grateful for @gurren42 for also being a great friend and writing with me this piece with his oc Leo Marilyn who is now canon in my verse. The nerdy man of wisdom. Please enjoy what we have shared and more to come!
Barista To-Go!
“Could I get a name for the order?” The cute barista asked, subtly adjusting his work apron, hoping his nametag ‘Leo’ would be obvious to the tan, handsome man that stood on the other side of the counter.
“Sol, S- O -L,” he grumbled, his name obviously misspelled frequently.
“Sure thing, Sol! Your order will be up soon!” Leo said chipperly as he went about crafting the espresso-heavy drink mixed with protein powder and ice. His last order of the day and his face was flushed as he thought of the large man he had been talking to. Flirting with a little.
He glanced over at the athletic Sol leaning back against a wall as he stretched his arms over his head. His biceps bulged even through the light blue hoodie he wore. Leo’s gaze drifted down to the exposed few inches of belly above his gray sweatpants, admiring the toned abdominal muscles and faint treasure trail. He smirked and softly murmured an appreciative “mmm” to himself. He again adjusted his apron, this time for a different reason as he finished mixing the drink and went to the pickup counter. “Order for Sol!” He said with a smile, sliding the cool drink across the counter.
Sol walked up, took the coffee wordlessly with a faint, tired smile and a nod, and walked over to a table by the window and began to sip, idly looking out as though he was expecting someone. Leo watched the man sit down at the table, as he took off his apron and got ready to clock out. He made himself an iced blueberry latte with an extra couple pumps of cherry syrup.
As Leo was leaving his job, his coffee in hand, he fished his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his notifications to catch up. Out of habit he opened the door and walked out, bumping headlong into someone. The cold chill of dread as first he felt the sensation of his hand being wet from his drink and then he looked down to see that he had indeed splashed almost all of it onto this poor stranger.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry, sir,” Leo frantically tried to apologize, cringing as he noticed how expensive those clothes looked. The well-dressed stranger seemed more concerned with the distressed barista than the stained clothes.
“Hey, hey,” he said in a disarming tone, “it's alright. Accidents happen. I guess it’s a good thing I brought extra clothes today. Be right back.” The stranger chuckled lightly and went back to his vehicle to get his clothes. He returned shortly with a different, comfortable set and went inside to use the restroom to change. Leo waited inside to apologize further, but his anxious thoughts were interrupted by a tap on his shoulder.
“What the hell did you do to my boyfriend?” Sol asked angrily, Leo was shocked at the sudden anger, only stutters escaping his mouth as he tried to explain.
“I-it w-was an accident, I-I was just trying to leave!” Leo said in defense. Sol gritted his teeth as he got closer, backing Leo into a wall.
“Sol! Don't you even think about it!” A stern voice from across the cafe as the newly dressed stranger walked up and pulled at Sol’s arm, creating some space between the intimidating figure and the wide-eyed Leo.
“Izzy, are you serious right now? He spilt his dumb coffee on your clothes!” Sol retorted, glaring daggers at Leo.
“It was my fault for not paying attention, accidents happen, so please, don't act out.” Izzy pleaded softly. Sol stood there a moment unmoving before finally he huffed as he walked past him back to his seat from before.
Leo looked at Izzy and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“It's alright, I'm sorry for that, he gets very protective,” He tried to apologize, Leo chuckled softly as he avoided eye contact.
“It's fine, I should've been more careful with my drink.” Leo said quietly. Izzy looked over to see Sol looking out the window in the seat he chose for them. Izzy looked back at Leo and noticed his hoodie had the logo of one of his favorite games.
"So, uh…I play Overnight too," Izzy said casually, making Leo smile widely as he noticed that the stranger looked at his hoodie.
"Really?! It’s one of my favorites actually! We should play sometime," Leo said, immediately realizing what he just asked and awkwardly blushed.
Izzy chuckled. "Sure, how about tonight?We actually planned game-night with him and the others," he answered softly, and extended a hand. “Come on, let's take a seat.” Izzy gestured, Leo tilted his head and nervously took Izzy's hand as he walked and dragged him to the seat quickly. Sol looked at them, facing away from the window, raising an eyebrow.
Sol gave an up and down look at the barista from earlier, lightly scoffed to himself as he saw the tall man with his lover, looking as if they instantly became best friends from the simple incident.
“What? You're making me fully apologize now?” Sol grumbled Izzy glared before looking at Leo, letting him sit down in front of Sol as Izzy moved next to Sol.
“You need to stop, seriously.” Izzy said in a frustrated but gentle tone, wrapping Sol's muscular arms over his shoulder and began rubbing small circles on the muscular hand. Sol sighed as he relaxed a little more, eventually giving a small peck on the top of his lover's head.
He sat up straight and looked directly at Leo.Sol's assessing stare made Leo kind of wilt, his confidence decreasing. "So....uh, he's your--"
"Boyfriend, yes," Sol interrupted, then folded his large hands together and leaned in slightly. "And you... I assume... are single?"
Leo flushed slightly and nodded. "New to town actually. Starting fresh, new friends, new job...living out of a closet," he chuckled at his joke that wasn't far from the truth.
“Ah, moved because of your sexuality?” Sol asked curiously, raising a slight eyebrow. Leo shook his head, hiding a slight and embarrassed chuckle.
"Hey, not that kind of closet, though I am out and proud," rolling his sleeve up slightly to show a small rainbow heart tattoo. "Anyways," he continued, "the people are nice enough for a bigger city. I'm used to maybe ....a tenth the population. But there's plenty to do here and plenty of cuties. Cuties into video games specifically" He inquired gently flirting as he looked back and forth at the two.
"Careful," Sol cautioned, "but yes, Izzy here plays when he has the time." Sol leaned over and wrapped a muscled arm around his smaller, slender lover.
"Sometimes Sol plays them too, but he's a sore loser." Izzy teased, rubbing his thumb on top of Sol's hand , which was wrapped around him. Sol rolled his eyes as he purposefully and gently squeezed Izzy's side, making him squeak in surprise.
Leo smiled widely at the answer. "What games do you play?" Leo asked Sol. Sol looked at Izzy with an eyebrow raise, shrugging.
“I usually just play Overnight casually. It’s a fun game when I’m not competitive.” Sol answered softly.
“You’ll see tonight at game night!” Izzy chimed in, Sol looked at him wide-eyed.
"Babe, that's the same time the others are coming back home." Sol answered.
"Hmmm, then he'll get to meet them all. I'm sure he’ll… fit in just fine," Izzy said, elbowing Sol subtly and chuckling. "What role do you play, Leo?" Izzy leaned forward in genuine interest, his brown eyes curious.
"Support typically!" Leo beamed proudly. "Charity is my main usually. Like to be the healer, you know?”
"Charity is alright, been more of a Noir main." Izzy said softly with a light chuckle, Sol looked at both Izzy and Leo, honestly admiring the connection and bond between the two, despite the incident.
Sol noticed the time, having to keep watch for Izzy as he gets distracted. "Babe, doesn't your collection campaign meeting start in the next hour? You might need to get ready, traffic looks bad," Sol said. Izzy looked and softly sighed to himself, having blissfully forgotten.
"I wish I could stay longer, but I do need to leave. It's been nice meeting you Leo, can't wait to see you again!" Izzy said as he got up, giving a kiss on Sol's cheek before heading out.
"See ya , Izzy!" Leo called after him. "Guess I'll get going then, you take care of him, Sol. You've got my number for the meetup?" Sol nodded and patted his pocket where he'd folded it up and put it.
Leo smiled as he got up from his seat and headed out the door, beginning his walk home. He placed his giant headphones on his head, listening to his favorite tunes. The scenery was active, cars driving around, bicyclists racing each other playfully, animals strolling around. He lightly smiled when he noticed a black cat follow him as it kept meowing.
“Are you trying to find a new home, buddy?” Leo chuckled as he knelt down to pet it. As he tried to, the cat sprinted away, looking back and meowing once more before heading off. Leo smiled as he shook his head in a relaxed, joking manner. About to turn around to continue his path home, he saw Sol turning the corner the cat passed.
He raised an eyebrow as he watched Sol casually walk at a brisk pace to him. Taking his headphones off, he placed them into his bag he carried from work. “Sol? Do you live nearby?” He asked him, Sol shrugged nonchalantly as he curiously inspected the figure in front of him.
"Leo, mind walking with me? I forgot to get your number to meet up later," he said as he resumed a normal stride. His stomach rumbled loudly, loudly enough for Leo to hear.
"Oh sure! Also are you hungry? We can stop in a snack store quickly if you–"
"I’ll eat something when I get home, no worries.” Sol interrupted, keeping the conversation as short and straightforward as possible as they exchanged numbers.
Leo raised an eyebrow as he awkwardly nodded. He looked around the area, trying to spark some sort of conversation with him. “So…uh, when did you and Izzy start dating?” Leo asked curiously, Sol looked at him, a little surprised.
“Shit, it’s been a year with him really. We’ve both grown a lot since he took me in.” Sol answered, his eyes gleamed as he spoke highly of his lover. Leo smiled lightly as he continued to walk down the sidewalk.
Leo’s apartment was several extra minutes away, he saw an empty bench that was shaded by trees that he guided them towards. Leo sat down on the bench, Sol sitting next to him as they admired the lively neighborhood.
“Are you sure you don't want to get something to eat now? Your stomach has been adding to the conversation a bunch.” Leo mentioned, Sol shrugged it off with a light chuckle.
“Shit, I need to absolutely stuff myself full, I could eat a horse. Hell, I could probably eat someone if I wanted to.” Sol said with a cocky smirk. Leo raised an eyebrow at that statement, confused and slightly aroused.
“There’s no way he could… right? Is he a pred?” He thought to himself, he looked over at Sol with an expression of extreme curiosity.
“What do you mean by that Sol?” Leo asked, Sol smirked as he lifted his sweatshirt-hoodie up, exposing his toned abs. He casually pushed out his stomach for emphasis, making his abs now round out to a basketball-size stomach.
“I like to eat a lot, and I tend to feast more than I need to.” Sol said teasingly; he gestured to Leo to cop a feel as he moved himself to face him a bit. His belly still pushed out for Leo to feel.
Leo blushed as he looked around to see if anyone nearby was looking. Sol rolled his eyes before gently taking Leo’s hand and placing it on his stomach. Leo felt the taut yet smooth stomach that Sol teasingly displayed for him.
“Does it feel good?” Sol asked, Leo could only nod as he was too focused.
Sol chuckled as he was looking for somewhere that hid the both of them from view. He noticed an alley, making him look back at Leo who continued to rub his stomach, pushing his head gently down to place Leo’s ear against his stomach to hear the rumbling and bubbling and churning just below the surface.
“Hey, follow me real quick.” Sol gestured as he relaxed, his stomach going back to its toned abs as he got up from the bench. Leo looked at him confusingly as he pulled down his sweatshirt-hoodie as he walked away.
Leo awkwardly got up and followed suit, seeing Sol go into the alley. It smelt damp as they vwalked deeper and deeper. Suddenly and gently yet dominantly, Sol firmly grabbed Leo’s shoulder and placed him against the alley-wall.
"S-Sol?! What are you doing?" Leo asked, Sol leaned closer as he loomed over Leo, licking his lips hungrily. Sol slightly leaned down and put a finger over Leo's lips to gently shush him.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, I need a favor from you.” He whispered as he glanced down to see Leo's pants tented. He looked up and cocked a smirk as he whispered into his ear.
“Remember when I said I could eat a person? Why don’t you let me eat you?” Sol teased as he licked Leo’s ear gently. Leo instantly went red from arousal.
“Y-You’re able to do that?” He asked, the hunk smirked as he placed his hand onto his stomach, covered by the hooded-sweatshirt .
“Yep, do it all the time, you’ll be safe in here and I’ll let you out later on , I promise. Just let me take control and you'll be fine." His hot breath washed over Leo's face, gently rustling his longer brown hair.
Leo trembled, unaware what he truly meant as he blushed from Sol touching his hair. He felt slightly nervous, yet excited to try this out.
“Ok, I want to give this a try.” Leo said shyly, Sol smiled as he nodded, ruffling his hair in a friendly manner. He unhinged his jaw, opened wide, and engulfed Leo's head swiftly. Not even seconds later, Sol's hungry mouth started gulping Leo like spaghetti.
Leo could feel himself being tugged inside the man’s hungry body like a snake. Soon he felt himself be lifted up off the ground, allowing gravity to assist him.
Sol started inhaling and exhaling through his nose as he took each gulp, feeling his abs slowly swell outward, accommodating Leo into his space, Sol took one final gulp and felt his snack fully stretch his stomach to a comparable size of a yoga ball.
As Leo sat inside Sol curled in the fetal position, Sol rubbed over his enlarged stomach that stretched out a couple feet. His hooded-sweatshirt not even attempting to cover the mass circumference of the belly.
"Damn, you tasted really good, I'm actually glad how things turned out this afternoon." Sol cooed as he rubbed over his belly lightly. The experience was entirely new but surprisingly pleasant for Leo, though he did notice that he was barefoot. Sol must have pulled his shoes and socks off masterfully. In fact, he felt the stomach clenching around him, tugging and pulling at his clothes.
Outside, Sol smiled as he felt his stomach rumble and he gently patted his chest with his fist and suddenly belched hard, sending Leo's pants flying into the to-go bag he'd already deposited his shoes into. Another belch after a minute or two yielded his shirt and underwear. And a last smaller belch for his drool-covered glasses. All safely stowed in the bag labeled 'Soul' incorrectly by the worker he'd rushed.
Sol strutted back to his house, belly bouncing and swaying with every footstep. His distended belly got some attention from bystanders as he walked past them. Some mumbles and cautious glances being directed to him.
Making it to the mansion-like home, he opened the door entering into the house, closing the door behind him. Taking his shirt completely off as he waddled to the couch.
Sitting down on the couch, his belly sat in between his muscular thighs as he leaned back slightly. Rubbing his muscular hand over the curve of his belly, feeling Leo slightly move around within him.
"Mmm , nothing but a nice, big ol ’ belly will do for me." Sol purred, patting his rotund gut satisfied. He slowly moved his finger to his bellybutton, fingering the cavernous navel. A soft burp lightly escaped his mouth, making him laugh to himself.
Leo felt everything, every little movement, every balancing tense of his core muscles to adjust to the shifted center of gravity, every pat and rub and now the exploratory prodding in his mid back from the outside. He wiggled and squirmed a bit at the new sensation, also trying to find a more comfortable position.
He eventually, with Sol's external help too, managed to slide around so his back was to Sol's back so he could more easily kick and stretch and rub, finding all the spots Sol liked.
"You're pretty good at this, you know? Are you sure this is your first time?" Sol asked, looking down at his rotund gut.
"Y-yeah," Leo blushed fiercely, "I just have.... fantasized about this for a long time." He says shyly.
Sol chuckled, bouncing him around behind the powerful abdominal muscles holding him in place. "Explore, Leo, explore,” the large man purred. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll keep you there longer for being good." Sol smacked the side of his stomach. He sat back and watched the bulges that were Leo shift and move about, testing and exploring these exciting new waters.
Leo started to push against the stomach walls with his hands, making a faint hand imprint near Sol's bellybutton. Sol bit his lip as he clenched his feet in arousal, feeling Leo adventure within him.
"Ah fuck man, that was a very good spot there." Sol slightly moaned, rubbing over the imprint before pushing it back within his gut.
It bounced a bit, making Sol reposition himself on the couch, opening his legs up more for the belly to fully lay in between his thighs.
Leo felt the two tree trunk impressions of Sol's thighs shift and allow more space as they moved higher or rather the belly lower. A new subtle throbbing pressed against him as he rested against the slightly aroused pred.
He continued to rub and push out, stretching this way and getting various levels of response from Sol, all pleasurable as the space heated up some and he was slowly coated in all the drool the larger male had been swallowing down as his mouth watered due to his prey.
Sol gripped both sides of his stomach, giving it a firm shake. “Better be careful~ I might just hog you all to myself.” Sol cooed as he lifted his gut to his chest slightly, letting go as it bounced back onto his muscular thighs.
To Leo this felt like a big hug as the space tightened and was lifted, feeling strong muscular arms and large powerful hands caressing him then he dropped and bounced, sliding around in the slippery stomach changing position.
His head was now behind Sol's navel as he huffed while Leo lay on his back in Sol's lap separated from the thick thighs by layers of Sol but his outline could be subtly made out in the tight gut as Sol went back to playing with his navel, teasing Leo's head within.
Sol got up from the couch and waddled towards the nearest wall, grinding his gut into it.
"Shit, if Izzy were here I would have pounded his ass already.” Sol roared in arousal as he smacked the sides of his gut.
"Is this what happens to preds after they eat? They get easily riled up? I thought that was just in adult films?” Leo asked genuinely, equally aroused but hiding it from the pred in the dark belly as Sol went to town trying to cool down his pent-up sexual frustration, but Leo kept hitting all his sensitive spots, intentionally or not.
Sol growled lustfully as he kept grinding into the wall with his belly. Something urgently rubbed uncomfortably in his shorts that wanted, demanded release.
"I just need... Izzy..." Sol says panting to himself as he thought about the noises Izzy would make. His mind was filled with thoughts of the feeling of Izzy’s slender hands gripping and holding onto his gut for dear life as the hunk would pound, each thrust pure ecstacy for both.
The husky growling and the rising temperature of the situation both literally and figuratively had Leo panting and wishing Izzy were here now too as his hands wandered and the rhythmic motions Sol made definitely made it hard for him to think. Simmering inside the powerful pred, he asked in a brief moment of clarity "How ....long. ... until he's back?"
Sol thrust upward long and slow as he slowly regained control and thought a bit. "About two hours, " he huffed, panting gently with aching arousal. "Fuck…need a cold shower then," he grunted and began half-waddling off to his room to do so.
Sol went to his own bedroom, taking off his clothes completely, a slap as his length hit the underbelly of his dome as he walked to the bathroom.
He waddled over and started the shower with cold water. Getting in, he felt the cold water hit the smooth curve of his stomach. Relaxing and letting his riled up thoughts subside as he hummed light tunes to himself idly. Grabbing soap to wash himself, he scrubbed all over his body and belly, covering himself with a fresh lavender scent.
After several minutes in the shower, he got out and wrapped a towel on his lower waist where his belly hung.
“Alright bud, I enjoyed you there but I’m gonna let you out so you can shower. I’ll wash your clothes and I believe someone here has spare ones for you that will fit you” Sol said, rubbing the upper curve of his gut in big circles.
“Aww, but I wanted to stay here a little longer.” Leo lightly whined, Sol chuckled as he gave his gut a little jostle with his muscular hands.
“I’ll keep that in mind next time.” Sol promised.
Leo felt himself, weirdly slide out of Sol’s mouth, deposited onto the cold bathroom floors, covered in saliva. Sol chuckled as he placed an extra towel for him to dry himself with. Walking off out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
Leo got into the shower and turned on luke -warm water that gently hit his skin. Grabbing soap and washing off all the saliva and juices from the stomach that came out with him. He had felt very safe, comfortable even within him.
Leo’s mind replayed everything over and over, as he continued to shower and hum softly to himself. “ I’m really glad I met these two ,” he thought with a fond smile of the adventures to come.
The poll concluded with more votes for flying south to the forest.
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With the grace given through heritage, you turn gracefully in the air. Your tender and giver both had an affinity to air magic, which they pass on to their young and will aid in this journey. The flight shall be long but more than worth it. The ancient forest will have a true ruler again! With that decided, the south is your path.
You pass over and around the farmlands and towns of two-legged beings; all the while, thermals and the gift of air magic keep your wings full so you can fly faster and longer than most other fledglings would. Yet, as eager as you are, you must remember that your predecessor to this land left a mark that you will need to overcome. You will need to be wise and cunning if you are to succeed. All the gifts of your ancestors within you will need to be called upon.
One thing that will need to be addressed is the fact that you are more attuned to air than you are to nature and trees. Forest dragons can commune with the very woodland they live in. It is not that they learn to travel without breaking a branch of a tree but that the trees give way to them as servants moving before their ruler. You will need to master this yourself.
And why not start tonight? Even with the air magic of your parents, you are still young and need to rest along the way. After searching for somewhere safe, you will find an old oak tree that will suit your needs. Tall and proud with branches that can hold a young dragon like yourself, with care, you land on a bough that is perfect to recline on. After tending to your wings before preparing to sleep, you perch yourself as you have seen some wild cats do in the land of your birth.
This is not a great slumber, but even in regular sleep, a dragon’s body can adapt and learn from the magic all around. As you sleep, the forest you seek calls out to you, influencing your dreams with images of green, brown, and the rainbow of flowers. You can hear it calling out in pain from the toxic magic the previous matriarch left behind. With the desire for you to heal it, the forest blesses you with nature magic. You still can not commune or command trees like forest dragons can, but you can understand them more, and you'll be blessed with more vitality and healing.
In the morning, you take wing again, and it is a short flight to reach the forest you seek. The oak you slept in the night before seemed massive, but the trees of their ancient woodland were gigantic and would make it look small. As you get closer you notice a quiet, a stillness. There is apprehension in the air as a new dragon has arrived. The animals still and so do the trees. Normally, it is customary to announce your claim, but it feels unwise at this time. Still, tradition is tradition, and what a dragon does first when taking a place as their own. Even announcing one’s presence is what a dragon is supposed to do when entering a new territory, claimed or not. But you already feel unwelcome and question whether you should sing out your song of rulership or not. Perhaps you should learn more about this place by seeking out food first. Or even a lair? There were rumors of two-legged beings; maybe you want to see what sort of two-legged beings live here? Or is there a different idea you have?
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The poll will be released on March 22.
Current options:
-Hunt for food
-Find the different two-legged beings
-Seek out a lair
You will also need to decide if you sing out your claim to this land or not.
If you want a different option, leave a comment on the post.
Hi tumblr world! I’m feeling a little glum, so figured I’d extend an invitation to anyone who’d like to play House of Ashes, Man of Medan, or Little Hope with me (doesn’t have to be right this minute, or in one sitting). I have the games for Playstation
Open to either messaging or voice chatting on Discord and following whatever path or trophies you’d like to try to get. Jalim run? Feed the vampires? Everyone’s as rude as possible in Man of Medan? Final girl Fliss? Do Nothing/Fail everything in Little Hope? Accuse the little girl? Whatever we’re feeling and leave the other player guessing?
Up for whatever! Just fun to see different paths because I definitely haven’t seen everything. If you don’t mind me getting excited about camera angles, character development, etc. etc. then that’s a plus (though I promise I’m capable of dialing all that back too if it’s just too much lol)
"Zeus, please..." she whispered to the sleeping god. "Please just let me be enough for you. I'll do anything."
“Anything? Really?”
The voice startles Hera. She looks up, surprised to see someone perched on the bedroom window sill. She's half-hidden behind the thin white sheer curtains, but Hera instantly recognizes her smile - her perfect smile.
Hera whispers, angry, “Aphrodite.”
Aphrodite's smile widens, and she jumps off the window sill to enter the room.
Her long white chiton falls perfectly on her body, and the gold jewelry she wears contrast beautifully with her tanned skin. She's gorgeous, and Hera hates her so much.
“Yes, my Queen, me. But I didn't come alone, don't worry.”
A small warm wind enters the room, shaking Aphrodite's curly hair, and Hera feels like a sultry voice is whispering secrets in her ear.
She turns around, and Eros is leaning against the wall behind her. He looks thoughtful, and bows to her. “My queen.” He is as beautiful as his mother.
An ornate bow and quiver are hung on his back, and Hera chills at the thought of being hit by one of his arrows. They both come forward, as silent as predators, and an indefinable tension sets in the room.
It's a strange scene, the one that takes place in the bedroom. The three of them are turned towards sleeping Zeus, Hera kneeling and leaning over him, and Eros and Aphrodite on the sides of the bed. She imagines for a moment what would happen if he woke up, and shivers again.
It's Eros' turn to speak, in a silky soft voice. “You would be willing to do anything for his love, really?” His words are like a caress on Hera's skin, and she turns her desperate gaze to him.
A playful finger brushes her bare shoulder and Aphrodite is beside her, seductive. “Such dedication is well worth a reward ...”
Dedication, she said, realizes Hera. Not love.
The finger is replaced by lips, which deposit a kiss as light as a feather, and then Aphrodite takes a step back. Hera is almost disappointed by the loss of warm that Aphrodite emanates, then blames herself for having such thoughts.
She feels like a prey stuck between the paws of two felines who want to have fun with her, and she doesn't even have the strength to defend herself. Eros holds out his hand, and his blue gaze almost locks her in place.
Aphrodite purrs. “Come with us.”
Hesitant, awkward, Hera gets off the bed, and grabs Eros' hand. He's warm, like his mother, and Hera wonders if it's because love should be like that. For her, love has always been a dagger of ice stuck in her heart.
Aphrodite seems to hear her thoughts, and her smile softens. She brushes a strand of hair away from Hera's face, and Hera feels so desperate. She just needs love. She's ready to beg for it.
Aphrodite takes her other hand and whispers, soothingly. “Don't worry, my Queen, everything will be fine.”
Hera lets herself go in the aura of love emanating from the two gods, and closes her eyes as a warm wind blows them away from the bedroom, and from sleeping Zeus.
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Based off of prompt by Krystal:
Everyone knows Hera as Zeus’s wife and Queen of the Gods and Heavens. She has the life that many yearn for. Yet, she’s as jealous and bitter as she is powerful. Why? Maybe it’s because she’s the goddess of marriage, yet hers is crumbling before her eyes. Maybe it’s because she constantly compares herself to the nymphs and maidens Zeus sleeps with, or perhaps it’s because it reminds her too much of her parent’s corrupt marriage. Either way, her facade of a strong goddess had shattered in front of her husband; she was simply a maiden desperate for love now.
“Zeus, please...” she whispered to the sleeping god. “Please just let me be enough for you. I’ll do anything.”
A sparkle, a flash of color, the faint, but clearly-identifiable scent of something chemical lingering in the air, and a little girl flops into a pile of hay. She claws her way through the scratchy, tan stalks and pokes her head through the heap of dried grass. Her silvery-blue hair is filled with bits and pieces of broken hay, and she spits some out of her mouth.
The faun, whose job it was to shovel hay into the stable for the hungry horses, is staring at her with wide eyes. A single fuzzy ear on the side of his head twitches.
The girl beams before slipping and sliding down the hay heap. She giggles and claps her hands as she comes to the bottom of the pile. Her dress, light purple, woven with extreme precision and care, is also dotted with specks of hay. A small tear is at the bottom hem, but she is too little and enchanted with her surroundings to care.
“Hi!” she chirps. Then her eyes widen and she gapes at the fuzzy, bent legs that make up the bottom half of the faun.
“You’ve got goat feet!” she shrieks while pointing at his legs. The faun blinks at her, again, and that same ear twitches before he looks down at himself.
“...Ah...yes. I do.”
Has this girl never seen a faun? True, she only looks about six or seven, but still...! He’s a little taken aback that she’s never seen one before today.
Which, now that he’s thinking about this whole matter, that’s probably the least important detail, really. There are more pressing questions, like:
“How did you get here?” He reaches for her, lifting the little girl into the air and moving her to a less hay-filled part of the stable. She has bare feet, and the biggest, shiniest, purplish eyes that stare back at his own with wide curiosity. There’s something certainly otherworldly about them, despite her very human appearance.
She obliges being moved, and smiles at him the whole time.
“I’m Glenn!”
“...I’m Verdai.”
Glenn beams and bops the faun on the nose. Her fingers tingle with warmth and the air around her seems to sparkle.
“I like that name! That’s a good name. But you’re all mixed up. You look like a person ‘cept your legs!”
Verdai nods along, ruffling the girl’s mussed, silvery-blue hair.
“Yeah..I know. I’m not messed up, really. This is how-..”
He trails. Where a little girl had been standing a second ago, he’s now talking to a bit of empty air. Verdai blinks, turning around in a circle, then rubs his eyes and walks out into the open field just beyond the stables.
“...Glenn?”
The palace sorcerer is making his way past the field at this same time, waving to anyone he meets on the road with a lazy smile. Sometimes he even tosses a few coins to the traveling beggars and minstrels. He’ll have to put in his horse at the stable, where Verdai is currently rushing about, yelling some name that he wouldn’t know.
What the sorcerer doesn’t realize is the small bundle that’s now seated on the back of his horse, playing happily with the ribbons on the horse’s tail and watching the palace loom before them with wide, purple eyes. She is well-hidden in the sorcerer’s flowing, sparkly cape, and it’s here that Glenn intends to remain until she gets bored and decides to teleport somewhere new.
