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Writing is my passion 💭.｡:･*ﾟ💫ﾟ*･.｡

[wherethesleeplights]

hey yall im a writer starting a new blog since i lost my account! :(

જ⁀➴ minors will be blocked!

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☀︎ ABOUT THIS BLOG ☀︎

This blog is a fictional, fun writing space.

All content is non-canon and created for creative enjoyment only.!

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☀︎ FANDOMS I WRITE FOR ☀︎~!

✦ Anime / Animation~!

• Blood of Zeus

• Record of Ragnarok

• Jujutsu Kaisen

• Attack on Titan

• Castlevania

• Arcane

✦ Games

• Honkai: Star Rail

• Genshin Impact

• Wuthering Waves

• Final Fantasy VII / XVI

• NieR: Automata

• Baldur’s Gate 3

• Hades

✦ TV Series / Movies

• The Sandman

• Game of Thrones / House of the Dragon (aged-up where needed)

• The Witcher

• Interview with the Vampire

✦ Mythology

• Greek Mythology

• Gods & demigods (fictional interpretations)

• Roman Mythology

• Norse Mythology

• Egyptian Mythology

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✦ Books /others

• Mo Dao Zu Shi

• Heaven Official’s Blessing

• Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

• Percy Jackson (aged-up)

• Thousand Autumns (Qian Qiu)

• Sha Po Lang

• The Husky and His White Cat Shizun (2ha) (aged-up only)

☀︎ CHARACTERS & PAIRINGS ☀︎

• Canon character x OC

• Canon character x Reader

• OC x OC

• Poly relationships (clearly stated)

☀︎ NOTES ☀︎

☼ All characters are written as 18+

☼ Canon minors are explicitly aged up

☼ NSFW allowed adults only

☼ Power imbalance dynamics are handled carefully & fictionally

☼ Characters who are minors in canon are explicitly aged up

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☀︎ WHAT I WRITE ☀︎ (DO)

☼ Headcanons

☼ One-shots

☼ Mini scenarios

☼ Canon-divergent stories

☼ Alternate Universes (AU)

☼ Fluff

☼ Angst

☼ Hurt / Comfort

☼ NSFW content (adults only and aged up)

☼ Mythology & deity romance

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☀︎ AU THEMES ☀︎

• Deity AU

• Angel / Fallen Angel AU

• Fate & Prophecy AU

• Royalty AU

• Modern AU

• Reincarnation AU

• Enemies to Lovers

• Soulmate AU

⚜︎ 𓆰 𓇻 : your favs 2 of course!

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☀︎ NSFW POLICY ☀︎

☼ NSFW is allowed

☼ All participants are adults (18+)

☼ Canon minors are aged up without exception

☼ NSFW posts will be properly tagged / warned

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☀︎ WHAT I DO NOT WRITE ☀︎ (DON’T)

✕ Sexual content involving minors

✕ Incest

✕ Non-consensual sexual content

✕ Extreme gore

✕ Fetish content

✕ Real Person Fiction (RPF)

✕ Political or religious propaganda

✕ Hate or discriminatory content

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☀︎ BOUNDARIES ☀︎

• Mythological figures are fictionalized

• I reserve the right to decline requests

• Requests ignoring these rules will be deleted

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☀︎ REQUESTS ☀︎

☼ Status: Open! ⚜︎ 𓆰 𓇻

Please include:

• Fandom

• Character(s)

• OC / Reader / AU

• Tone (fluff, angst, NSFW, etc.)

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☀︎ FINAL NOTE ☀︎

Written under Apollo’s gaze —

where light meets desire, and prophecy becomes fiction.

[wherethesleeplights]

Omg could you write either a mini scenario orrrr headcanons about Heron x Alexia x Reader (poly throuple) about how their dynamic in bed is? Preferably male reader but idm 🥹 oh and AU where they are alive, safe and happy

sure anon i'll work on it

[wherethesleeplights]

𓆰🪽 The Roads Never Forgot You 🪽𓆰

BoZ!Hermes x Reincarnated Reader

Author’s Note:

Written for @wayward-thymethief 🌞🪶—a soft piece inspired by sunlight, quiet promises, and paths that always lead back. I hope it brings a little warmth to your day ✨

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Hermes is the god of motion,

of thresholds and crossings,

of moments that never stay.

And yet—

you were the one thing he never learned how to leave behind.

In your first life, you always found him between places.

At the edges of stone roads warmed by the sun, beneath olive trees where the wind carried secrets older than Olympus.

You never bowed.

You never prayed.

You only smiled and asked where he was going.

“I don’t think you ever stop,” you once said, fingers brushing the gold at his wrist.

Hermes smiled then—soft, almost human.

“I always return.”

That night, the world held its breath.

You pressed your forehead to his, mortal warmth against divine light, and made him promise the impossible.

“If I am born again,” you whispered, “find me.”

Hermes swore on the roads themselves.

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You vanished.

No soul crossed the river with your name on its lips.

No shade answered his call.

Even the Underworld stood silent.

Your thread was not cut.

It was removed.

For the first time, the god of paths had nowhere to go.

Centuries passed beneath his feet.

Empires collapsed like old maps.

Worship faded, but Hermes endured—quiet, watchful, always moving.

Every crossroad reminded him of you.

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The modern world hums with restless energy:

steel, glass, glowing screens, a million lives rushing past one another.

Hermes walks among them unseen, a relic of wind and gold.

Then—

something pulls.

He stops.

Across a crowded street, you stand laughing at your phone, sunlight catching in your hair like a memory trying to wake.

Different body.

Different time.

The same soul.

The moment your shoulder brushes his, the air shifts.

“I’m sorry,” you say automatically—then pause.

Your heart tightens, unexplainably.

“…Do I know you?”

Hermes looks at you as if the world has finally aligned.

“No,” he answers softly. “But I’ve been searching for you.”

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He doesn’t rush you.

Hermes never forces a path—he guides.

He appears when you’re lost.

Walks beside you without crowding your space.

Knows which streets feel wrong before you do.

You start dreaming of wind at your back,

of hands pulling you gently forward,

of a voice that says follow me without command.

One evening, standing beneath a pale city moon, you speak without thinking:

“I feel like I forgot something important.”

Hermes exhales—a sound like a long-held prayer.

“So did I.”

He tells you the truth slowly, like a story meant to be remembered rather than believed.

Gods.

A vow.

A love delayed by two thousand years.

“And now?” you ask, voice unsteady.

Hermes steps closer, eyes shining with restrained devotion.

“Now,” he says, “I walk where you walk. I stop when you stop.”

He offers his hand—not as a god, not as a promise, but as a choice.

You take it.

The wind rises.

The roads recognize you.

This time, Hermes does not leave.