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I wanna expand more on my idea of klein betraying to join asg's side. its not really a feasible idea to begin with, since he has sefirah castle amani will def be keeping a close eye on him and supporting his growth, but i also feel like klein would be more cautious about honorific names if he knew so maybe amani isn't watching? Very unsure about this.

So why would klein betray? it could be a similar situation about what happened in tingen and a resurrection, but i feel like the 2-3rd epoch would be more open about resurrection, but they would be wary of him being antigonus's marionette or sm. I also dont think amani would let zmr out of her grasp, partially because he's a fellow transmigrator, but mostly because he has sefirah castle and it gen would not be safe bc he'd have antigonus, bethel and amon sniffing after him. more so antigonus and amon.

There's also an additional factor, asg is legit just primed to snatch up any of the lotm pathway beyonders bc he needs a mini cw. But even if amani like let zmr go out into the world (very unlikely) she'd be keeping an eye on him, like an eye and a hand hovering over his head to snatch him back to her side. So in this case zmr doesn't exactly join asg's side, asg just keeps an eye on him, maybe he tries to like make bethel encounter zmr so bethel can get sefirah castle? oh yes, "Zhou Mingrui decides to head to the kingdom of silver for more opportunities; this is a reasonable development." and then amani just diverts his path. and like asg just cannot get zmr to run into bethel so he decides to do it in person? actually that wouldn't work bc amani would snatch zmr up the MOMENT asg gets within 100 miles.

if she lets zmr get too close to asg the lotm she's nurturing may end up on the opposite side, so she's guarding her kitten really closely. I feel like this ends up on the angst route, or unrequited as asg falls in love but can't trust klein with his back bc he's on amani's side, he can trust him to save the world, but not his back and klein doesn't know him, he knows he's also from the pre-epoch, but they don't trust eachother.

i just want to expand on my fanfic ideas, get it all out before i forget and cry

so my very shitty outline so far is zmr is transmigrated either into a demigod, or he works his way up to demigod and the story starts there, personally im leaning towards him transmigrating into a demigod (well, maybe not a demigod, but like, at least sequence 7) because it would be better emotional dynamics and turmoil for klein the problem with this is because it would put him squarely on either grisha's side, or the opposing side because he NEEDS anchors.

But then if he's opposing grisha there'll be no chance for romance, unless hmmm klein betrays? I'll explore that more later

so klein is with asg, but that also puts him like one sniff away from amon, with sefirah castle. Well, bethel survived, but he doesn't have sefirah castle, so since he gains sefirah castle upon his transmigration, asg needs to discover him before amon does so he can protect the mini celestial worthy he's raising ooooh and maybe he keeps a close eye on klein, and maybe somewhere along the way he loved the way Klein can just get him at his core, that they're so similar, that they can understand what the other is doing, but he also worries because zmr is kinda suicidal???? sure, he has the three revival thing because of sefirah castle, but it is not???? a good idea to try divine grisha??? good thing it was grisha, and not evernight, who'd try to snatch klein away.

idk if grishaklein is a popular ship or not, but holy its some interesting dynamics. lets start off with the most obvious part, time differences, grisha existed sometime during the soviet era during the cold war, and klein calls himself a keyboard warrior, so he's def a gen z kid maybe millennial if we're pushing it. There is legit, no room for them to meet and fall in love, unless klein falls in love with a picture of grisha or sm like that.

The next time grisha appears is second epoch, and then he pretty much stays until the end of the third epoch after which he splits, divinity into adam, humanity into sasrir that becomes the true creator. So I'd say late second epoch to third epoch is the most possible time for grisha to fall in love since Adam's lack of humanity and the true creator's overwhelming humanity doesn't exactly create a good candidate to fall in love. and since by the time of the second epoch he's solidified his power, dealt with (most) of his problems and has a plan in place to deal with god almighty overall he's feeling pretty good about life.

But obviously in our canon story, zmr doesn't exist until the fifth epoch, that's where grishaklein has to get a bit creative. well there's a few fanfics with a meeting during the pre-epoch where grisha lives during the modern era instead, very nice yearning i see in those fanfics. I also do see a few fics set during the 2-3 epoch, in the chinese side of the fandom (check out lofter yall, it'll change your life if u wanna read lotm fanfics) but i see klein emerging as a true god in those, so I raise an idea, klein as a rising demigod, who eventually becomes a koa, or a true god?

Percy doesn’t love Thanatos, and perhaps he never would, but he trusted Thanatos, trusted the sardonic workaholic with his immortal essence if not his heart, and trusted him to have his back if he really needed it.

So when his father grew increasingly irritated, and sunburns were on the rise, as they realized he was hiding in the underworld. They waited, waited for a part of his essence to come to land to capture until they had the majority of him. So he couldn’t even send a small part of his essence out, but if he had an excuse to stay in the underworld… In the following days, he gorges himself on as many pomegranates as he could, as if it would make his ties to the underworld stronger.

And then he remembers Persephone, his host, was also once a guest (not really). She gained her place in the underworld through marriage. He had asked if Hades had any children he could marry, but it didn’t have to be his child, did it? A member of his house should work, Thanatos, a god with an undeniable connection to the underworld

But how would he marry Thanatos? First of all, assuming that he would be taking the female role, he would a wife was a husband’s property, and his husband would be well within his rights to keep his ‘wife’ within the underworld. But there was one major flaw with that… A wife would need their father’s permission to marry, he evidently does not have his father’s permission to marry. Until he realized, Paul was his father, wasn’t he?

He sends Thanatos off to ask Paul for permission to marry while he busies himself with all the preparations for the proaulia, it would have to be a strictly traditional Greek wedding if he wanted it to be recognized. 

He also prayed to Hera because if the goddess of marriage didn’t recognize his marriage… well it wouldn’t be much of a marriage to anyone. She was surprisingly excited to plan a wedding, he was still her nephew as much as she hated him, apparently, to Percy, that sounded more like an excuse to have an in on the wedding planning, but this would be just fine, if Hera had a hand in planning his wedding, it would only be more legitimate.

With the proaulia planned, Paul’s permission secured along with the approval of Hera, he and Thanatos just needed to start the gamos as soon as possible, after that, the eupaulia wouldn’t matter that much, but it would be useful to announce their marriage to the world.

Nico, some of his dead friends, and various other members of Hades’ household were quietly ushered to celebrate his proaulia, he would’ve wanted his mother and Annabeth, definitely Kym as well, but they couldn’t enter the underworld without drawing suspicion. Which was a real shame, he knew Kym would approve of his spite. 

He sacrificed his favorite stuffie and his first Camp Half-Blood shirt to Hera in place of the proteleia, sacrificing to Artemis, Athena, and Aphrodite was way too risky. 

After the proaulia, the gamos began as soon as possible, which was the next day. Come morning at 1 am, he cleaned himself with the loutroforia as soon as possible, threw on an orange veil, slapped on a wedding dress, and sat through the feast Hades threw in place of his father. 

He was very uncomfortable because he had to sit with the Furies, various female members of Thanatos’ family, including Nyx. The table was actually mostly populated by Thanatos’ family, he had a lot of brothers and sisters, but Percy couldn’t exactly pay attention to them with three protogenoi—three because Nyx and Erebus were invited as Thanatos’ parents, but someone named Pontus was apparently in town when he heard of someone of the sea marrying in. Since no one wanted to offend Pontus… he was invited to the gamos.

Thanatos thankfully invited Limos, who was Hunger, so everything was devoured within minutes, and Thanatos could commence anakalypteria. After lifting the veil, Percy hurried to the chariot and urged Thanatos to start the wedding procession. The bad news was Thanatos had to drive Percy all the way to his home, the Mansion of Night, which was located in Tartarus. Good news, they had three protogenoi and Thanatos’ countless siblings to clear the way, and clear the way they did, and after several hours, they were at the Mansion of Night, gifts were given and Percy was ushered in. He was led to the ‘hearth’ and fed some dried fruits and nuts, and then it was time to consummate as they were shoved into a room that was the bridal chamber. 

Percy sat on the bed all pretty as Thanatos took off his veil. Percy had half the mind to poison the both of them with an aphrodisiac and be done with it, but that would be non-consensual, and while Percy was Greek, rape wasn’t something he’d like to do, ever. Sex was done with hopes of a child; Thanatos would never have a child. He was Death Incarnate; Death doesn’t beget life, but this would likely be the first and only time they would, to seal their wedding.

Realizing Thanatos was a millennia-old virgin, he wondered if he would have to take charge… He would, wouldn’t he? Okay, this is fine, Percy thought as he grabbed lube by the bedside that had been handed to him by someone. 

As he moved to coat his fingers in the lube, Thanatos grasped his wrist and looked up at him with pleading eyes, “Can I…?” He asked, almost nervously, not quite there but something close. 

Percy raised an eyebrow and handed the lube over, lying on his stomach. He thought to himself, even if it hurts, it doesn’t matter; I can endure, and if it’s really bad, Thanatos will stop if I ask. He felt his wedding dress being ripped open from the back, hands suddenly on his ass, kneading. 

A lubed finger gently nudged his ass. Thanatos asked, “Is this okay?” 

Gods, this was going to be so awkward. “Mh, yeah… Go slow.”

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While his main body was busying consummating with Thanatos, oh, no, they just completed it, it seems, since there was suddenly an aspect of death seeping into his aspect… Percy was now officially a part of the underworld. 

Perfect, his essence flocks to the surface to fulfill his domains that have been neglected for so, so long. Checking over demigods, making sure none of them are hurt, making sure loyalty is repaid; if not, well, retribution was in order. It was best he get along with his in-laws after all. Nemesis was contacted and asked if she wanted to avenge someone. 

Poison, poison—it harmed not only gods and mortals; it infected the world as well. Pollution was also a form of poison, and he could see that it had gotten bad in his absence. Well, he’d get rid of it. 

He’d clear the pollution while other parts of him checked over hurricanes, riptides, and currents with Kym, he wishes he was with her now, he misses her. Another was dedicated to fault lines, and the majority were looking over demigods of all sorts.

He noticed quite a few deaths caused by the pollution and mourned for all the sea life lost and brushed past a part of Thanatos that was here to take care of all the dead scuba divers; he twisted their hands together affectionately and cleared the pollution, purifying the waters as Thanatos carried away their souls.

He placed an obol under their tongues and left to clean more pollution. And then his father noticed his presence within his domain. Fine, whatever, he rejoined with the larger part of himself within his father’s castle that was the one overseeing all ocean-related domains. 

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Loyalty was running scarce in his absence, as prayers unanswered finally came through, a girl sobbing in a public restroom; I thought she was my friend. A man, frustrated and heartbroken, I can’t help how I look. Hera, clutching her heart as sweat rolled down her body, I can’t take it anymore; can’t he be as loyal as I am? 

He guided a woman to the restroom, a woman as loyal as the girl, the man would not find a new wife, but he would be blessed by his loyal children, as for Hera… There wasn’t anything he could do but comfort her, and augment Zeus’ loyalty to her, but something that was barely there would make for the bare minimum, not giving his affair partners children and undermining her. That or he would give Hera another child to strengthen her position, it didn’t matter to him, but this small comfort was the least he could offer to her as someone she had prayed to.

As his essence travels throughout the United States, answering prayers, he encounters a part of Thanatos’ essence carrying away someone who died to protect another, a deep part of him resonates with that; that was the kind of death he wanted if he couldn’t get old age, knowing that someone could go on and live after him. He feels a domain swelling up inside of him: Heroic Deaths. He places an obol under his tongue and presses his lips to Thanatos’ cheek before going off to continue fulfilling prayers; he could feel the sun’s light beaming down at them, heat swelling up in the air before Percy left. Apollon did not approach, far too prideful to come back without Percy approaching first.

People were constantly yearning for loyalty, true, eternal loyalty. How unfortunate it was that usually all those pleas for loyalty went unanswered, because those who prayed were unworthy of loyalty. Asking for loyalty when you couldn’t be loyal in turn… Percy hated people like that; Percy hated Apollon, who had helped force godhood upon him and violated his trust, taking his loyalty without giving any back.

It’s not that Apollo hated Hypnos; quite the opposite, he quite liked the god. Sleep always gives him inspiration and creativity, especially after the dreams Morpheus creates. His muses and pretty much every god of the arts could and would be willing to give Hypnos their hearts and more, Apollo not included; his heart was reserved for his dearest Percilla. But Apollo was completely willing to give the guy love advice.

The brief thought that he really wasn’t the best guy for this crossed his mind once or twice, mainly because Percy really didn’t like him that much during the beginning—she more saw him as a cousin, which he was, but it wasn’t what he was aiming for at all back then.

Looking back, his advice wasn't really that good, acting pathetic and needy but only around your beloved? Not the best advice he’d given; in fact, it was possibly the worst, considering it had been a few centuries and Hypnos hadn’t gone back to him in thanks. 

Feeling bad and also not wanting Hypnos to potentially whine to his parents and bring down the wrath of two primordials on himself, he sends a message to Hypnos: ‘If acting pathetic didn’t work, start acting slutty; if they flee, they want you. If they don’t, just make sure they can’t leave you, and they’ll fall in love eventually.’

Patting himself on the back proudly, he’s pretty eager for Hypnos to get back to him on that, and for Hypnos to hopefully bless him with a good night’s sleep; he keeps getting nightmares of Iapetides getting together with Izanagi’s maniac of a son.

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Hypnos raises an eyebrow as he read the letter Apollo had sent him. Well, it’s not like he had anything to lose from this, other than his relationship with Thanatos. He thought to himself sarcastically, but at this point, Hypnos was feeling bold and hopeless, not desperate to be obvious about it, but to the point he was willing to half undress himself and feign sleep on his chaise. He would’ve dragged Thanatos into a dream to test out the waters, but Thanatos was far too used to his spells and knew how to guard against them and would therefore realize he was in a dream manipulated by Hypnos well… If Thanatos wasn’t receptive, it would lead to very bad things.

As not only the god but also the literal personification of sleep, he knew his sleeping habits: slow breathing, an occasional flutter of his wings, a blanket half on his body, and limbs sprawled around. Though he could just, y’know, make his body sleep while keeping his consciousness from whipping something up as a dream… He did do that actually. Pretending to sleep was just way too much effort.

After sending his attendants away, he would probably be fine, not like he would get snatched away in his sleep again, not with all the wards and protections Mother, Father, and Thanatos put on him after the first few times. 

And he lies there, for how long he doesn’t know, relaxing in his lucid dream until he feels a sudden sensation on his cheek. Thanatos, he could feel his twin’s aura seeping into his body. From his cheek, Thanatos’ chilly fingers moved to his neck and then to his chest.

Thanatos reverently traced his sleeping twin’s neck, moving down to Hypnos’ chest, breathing out quietly as he felt Hypnos’ heartbeat. Thanatos’ breathing became irregular as his cheeks flushed… That heartbeat was so quick. Are you also excited, Hypnos? Thanatos thought as a hand gently rubbed Hypnos’ inner wrist, feeling his pulse.

Thanatos sat on the ground, staring at Hypnos on his couch, poppies from the shore of the River Lethe braided into his hair, eyes closed peacefully. Staying here and just admiring his twin in his sleep would be heaven, Thanatos thought as his hand hovered over Hypnos’ neck, the urge to just snap it, to cut open his twin’s throat with his scythe and make Hypnos slumber forever so this moment would never end. The urge was strong, but he pulled his hand away last second.

As Thanatos’ breathing smoothed out, he reached under his clothes, taking lube out from nowhere. He poured a generous amount on his cock, starting to stroke slowly as he pressed his lips against Hypnos’ inner wrist, feeling his pulse. 

The sound of Hypnos’ life seemed to echo in his ears as Thanatos moaned quietly. “H-Hypnos…”

Thanatos’ hips bucked as he thrust into his hand, “Didymos mou… to kalýtero misó mou, h-hng!” He slipped a hand under Hypnos’ chiton, rubbing his thigh as the other pumped his cock. 

“Mh! Hyp- nos! Y-you also like this, don’t you?” Thanatos whispered softly as his thumb pressed against his slit, tremors wracking his body. 

Precum drooled from Thanatos’ tip as his grip on his cock tightened. “Hypnos…! Agapi mou… I- ah! Hypnos!” Thanatos cried out as his entire body tensed, his nails digging into Hypnos’ skin. Thanatos panted heavily, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

I had ought to clean up this mess, Thanatos thought with a grimace as he looked at the floor, dirty with his cum and lube. With a snap of his fingers that was more for show, it was gone. What wasn’t gone was the golden ichor, Hypnos’ ichor, on his nails. He brought it close and gave it a delicate lick, savoring the taste of his twin’s ichor. He could see why Mrs. Percilla found ichor delicious.

As he examined himself, he noticed he was covered in the thin sheen of sweat; he rubbed Hypnos’ lips gently before pressing his fingers against his own lips. Thanatos’ own cheeks flushed, an indirect kiss; he had never been that daring before!

Plucking a feather from Hypnos’ wings, he hurriedly escaped; as Hypnos stirred, he was gone within an instant. 

As Hypnos opened his eyes, he noticed ichor on his inner thigh. Yeah, that checks out; I felt a vague sensation on my thigh. So clearly, Thanatos came by and did something, but Hypnos didn’t even know if it was sexual or if it was just an accidental scratching. Hypnos screamed into his pillow. “Ughhh!” At this point I would be better off drugging Thanatos and taking what I want. Hypnos thought to himself. Actually I might do that next, no… Just putting him to sleep and using his physical body to relieve myself… That would be enough; it wouldn’t be the same as having sex with his consciousness, but that would at least be enough to satisfy myself, right?

That isn’t rape, Hypnos reassured himself; he doesn’t have to let my sleep spell work; he could break through it… As soon as he realizes he’s asleep—okay, that sounds bad; whatever, Hypnos is Greek, rape is nothing. 

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Erebus stared at his children with bemusement as he pulled his wife onto his lap and attempted to lift his wife’s veil; he was promptly smacked. 

Nursing a wounded pride and a slap, he buried his face in Nyx’s neck. “My dear night, shouldn’t we put our children out of their misery? They’ve been pining since they were mere millennia years old…” Erebus asked as his wings curled around the two of them.

Nyx stared at Erebus under her veil for a good bit of time. “No, Hypnos and Thanatos need to figure this out themselves… And besides, it’s rare I get to laugh like this; the moment you interfere, you have no wife, understand, husband?”

Iapetides stared in disbelief at this absolute fool who approached him once more, his half-brother, Yaruki.

Where to begin… Everyone knew Yaruki was a battle-hungry lunatic; no one really said it to his face because of his father, but they all knew. So, Iapetides thought, when Yaruki inevitably came and challenged him to a battle—he actually just lunged at Iapetides and started attacking, so this was a very liberal use of the word "challenge"—he would just trounce Yaruki so thoroughly he’d leave him alone. 

Yaruki, in fact, did not leave him alone; actually, after that, he started pestering Iapetides every day. Annoyingly enough, when Iapetides, better known as Bobby by his mother (he was not calling himself that; in what world was Bobby in any way, shape, or form related to Iapetides?), got irritated enough to smack Yaruki away, it seemed to excite him.

They say there is a thin line between hatred and love; it wasn’t hard to believe, honestly. How else would Mother and Cu Chulainn have somewhat of a harmonious marriage? Thankfully, Iapetides did not hate Yaruki; he wasn’t that bad. It was more… disdain or disliking him, nothing as drastic as hate. In fact, outside of sparring, they were pretty good friends, at least considering they were half-siblings; they even followed each other on Gossipmonger. Suffice to say, Iapetides would not hate Yaruki and would therefore not let feelings of hate turn into love.

However, while Iapetides was already snuffing out all future potential seeds of love, Yaruki was trying to create them. Because Yaruki was such a maniac for battle and because Yaruki was his son-in-law via Cearbhall and Tomonaga’s marriage, one would think they weren’t married because, well, they were both male, but Tomonaga was so feminine and he could kinda give birth to children, son of the primordial of creation, that he literally just could’ve been the wife. At least that was Cu Chulainn’s bullshit reasoning as he somehow finessed his way into getting his son a malewife.

But back on topic, Yaruki was so down bad for Iapetides; he follows him around everywhere and sends bad, yearnful haiku every hour or so he’s not in Iapetides’ company. He was so down bad that even Cu Chulainn felt vaguely bad for him, and because Tomonaga taught him a chastity spell, it was wonderful; if anyone even tried to touch his daughters with lewd intentions, their dick fell right off. 

Anyways, Cu Chulainn was grateful enough to allow Tomonaga’s siblings to seek out Saorlaith’s help for wooing their beloved. She was surprisingly good at it, even though she was holding back slurs. He knew; he could feel the potential for bloodshed and violence was strong in her. He was so proud; Saorlaith was following in her daddy’s footsteps. too bad she wasn’t born a warrior goddess…

Oh, he could see her now, unleashing her slurs on Yaruki after he graphically described what he wanted Iapetides to do to him. “-seless piece of shit, the only one who could ever love your ugly mug is your father and mother, but Mother doesn’t count because she’s a saint. The next time you say you want to get pierced, I will pierce you with my father’s spear!” Saorlaith seemed to want to bash his head in with the item she was holding, a book, before realizing the book was infinitely more important than Yaruki, and so she grabbed a chair and started bashing.

Cu Chulainn clutched his chest; his little girl really was following in his footsteps. He always beat the shit out of everyone who pissed him off; he could even feel battle frenzy, Saorlaith’s battle frenzy, in the air.

“Masochistic, your haiku is so bad it’s a miracle you’re a part of the Shinto pantheon and haven’t been kicked out! You’ve been flirting and pining over Iapetides for over a century, and you’re still only friends! He doesn’t even hate you, so there can’t be a hate-becomes-love thing!” Saorlaith let out a sigh of relief and set the banged-up chair back down.

“Thanks for that; it really helped me relieve my frustration. Come by again.” Saorlaith said as she opened a book.

“Wait… But I thought you would help me woo Iapetides…” Yaruki said, a pout on his lips.

“Impossible, he’s cutting off every possible root for romance in the future; you’re getting purposefully friendzoned. No, he’s actually planning out the friend zone and making sure it doesn’t develop into love.” Saorlaith said very bluntly as she leaned back in her chair. “Unless you want to induce artificial love or drug him, then I can help you.”

Yaruki deflates, artificial love? That sounded horrible; it was better to trap Iapetides in a marriage and induce Stockholm syndrome than to create an artificial love. Drugging him though… Iapetides was a good guy; if someone became pregnant because of him, he would definitely take responsibility via marriage, at least Mother said so. Too bad Yaruki couldn’t get pregnant. So keep him pumped with aphrodisiacs.

In Yaruki’s state of deep contemplation, he didn’t hear the sound of Saorlaith’s chanting or her ‘ah-ha,’ but he did hear her proclaim. “He’s actually into you?!” Saorlaith stared at the results of her divination in shock. “I’m actually invested now.”

She spun around to her scrying mirror, reciting. “How will Yaruki make Iapetides fall in love with him? How will Yaruki make Iapetides fall in love with him? How will Yaruki make Iapetides fall in love with him?” 

Saorlaith squints at the image in the mirror. It looked like Yaruki drugged himself and fell into Iapetides's arms; they fucked; Yaruki forgot about it, and seeing Yaruki act like it never happened, Iapetides was irritated enough to spear Yaruki right through, and he saw the rather disturbing, or alluring to him, sight of Yaruki moaning around his spear as it was quite literally stabbed through his torso.

Sayunari was balance, seriousness and humor, and wisdom and idiocy in equal form. As one can imagine, because of it, she was not good with academics at all because of it; mainly because of the insistence on only learning half of a subject, omniscience and ignorance have to be equal.

One can imagine, as Lord of Arcanne Wisdom and firstborn of Lord Izanagi and Lady Percilla, Tomonaga would be as majestic and serious as befitting his station, and yet, he finds himself in Saorlaith’s library. The two of them were close and often enjoyed yelling at each other about academics, more Saorlaith yelling at him, actually. 

He was such a wimp that even Cú Chulainn, who was infamous for being overprotective of his daughters, was willing to let him into his home. “Saorlaith… Your brother is so hottt.” Tomonaga groans as Saorlaith slams his head into the table, eyes cold and disgust clear on her features.

“Don’t. I don’t want to know what you think about my little brother! Shut up about him and talk to me about Buddhist scriptures!” She slams her hands on the table, eyes glowing with excitement, nearly snapping the table in half as she practically drools at the thought of more knowledge.

“B-but...!” Tomonaga stuttered, shrinking back. 

“But what?!” Saorlaith exclaims, her eyes threatening as her face inched closer to his, staring daggers into his divine essence. 

“But… Cearbhall is here…” Tomonaga’s voice lowers into a whisper, as if Cearbhall wouldn’t be able to hear him. 

“Ugh! Shut up about him, Tomo!” Saorlaith waves a hand, and a barrier appears around the two of them, one that Cearbhall wouldn’t be able to hear or see through.

Saorlaith grabs a book from one of the shelves and slams it in front of Tomonaga. “Here, now go and come back tomorrow when you’re satisfied enough to stop fantasizing about Cearbhall when you’re supposed to be explaining spells to me, you loser!”

“Saorlaith… you,” Tomonaga looks up at her, eyes shining with gratitude.

Saorlaith blushes, crossing her arms and turning away, exclaiming, “Don’t get it wrong, I didn’t do it for you; I only need you to explain some spells from the Shinto Pantheon for me!” With an idle flick of her hands the barrier is dispelled, and Tomonaga is kicked out.

From across the room Cearbhall narrows his eyes. That bastard Tomonaga, was he flirting with Saorlaith?! Cearbhall’s hands clench, and he grits his teeth, his nails digging into his palms. Why else would his aloof sister be blushing? Why else would that bastard be running away?

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Carefully, almost reverently, Tomonaga opens the book; his eyebrow twitches in irritation. Why would Saorlaith give him this? Why, when the target of his affections was a god who didn’t sleep? Saorlaith wouldn’t give me this if it wouldn’t work, so with that thought, Tomonaga does the one thing he can: DM Saorlaith.

@Saorlaith @Saorlaith @Saorlaith istm i will @ you on gossipmonger if that’s what it takes fine this is on your head

What is it? I swear you’re dead; you’re so lucky Dad thinks you’re too pathetic to try fucking with me.

bruuhh i need cearbhall to be asleep by 7

Fine, I’ll tell you once I get him to sleep. Done.

tf? that was so quick??? what’d you do????

Spell.

Dawg 💀💀💀 ur the goat btw thx I’ll explain the scriptures you want tmr

You better, bitch.

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Well, thankfully Saorlaith put Cearbhall to sleep; now Tomonaga just had to perform the ritual and fall asleep. One part poppy, two parts ichor in a bowl, light incense around it, use a few talismans to direct the ritual, and done. This would’ve been significantly harder if he wasn’t a god and didn’t know several ways to simplify the ingredients; honestly, where would he have gotten the reverse scale of a dragon that had sex with a god six and a half times after said god had been dead for a minimum of a millennium or the hair of a witch who has bathed in Loki’s fire and died frozen by Itztlacoliuhqui?

Well whatever, he ought to sleep now. Tomonaga curls up in his futon, eyes closed, as he slaps a knockout talisman onto himself, very useful and will make him fall asleep immediately.

His eyes open in a battlefield; Cearbhall is fighting, spear in hand, feral grin on his face; with a bit of an adjustment, he’s taking one of his runaway sisters back home. Dreams were fickle, and this was likely common enough for Cearbhall to genuinely believe this was reality.

Now home, what’s common enough, Cearbhall watching him and Saorlaith argue, and with that he just has to take the form of his dreamself and… Cearbhall pounces on him? Tomonaga half thinks he’s going to beat him up, but instead Cearbhall smashes their lips together; this… was unexpected. Tomonaga isn’t complaining, though; he wraps his arms around Cearbhall’s neck, pulling him closer.

“Mgh,” Tomonaga moans into the kiss as the environment shifts to what he presumes is Cearbhall’s room, and now Tomonaga is straddling Cearbhall’s hips, and they’re both naked; dreams are so convenient. 

“You bastard… How dare you flirt with my sister…” Cearbhall’s voice is low and dark as he grabs Tomonaga’s hips and slams him down onto his cock.

“Haa!” Tomonaga’s back arches, his eyes fluttering closed. In the back of his mind, he registers the sensation of cold air on his nipples and his hair tickling his back. He whines as he’s suddenly lifted until only the tip is inside of him, and then, he’s slammed back down with no warning at all. “Cear- bhall!” He wails, tears forming in his eyes as his cheeks turn pink, not dissimilar to the color of his hair.

Cearbhall gently caresses Tomonaga’s chest, carefully tracing where normal skin met black, his other hand guiding Tomonaga up and down on his cock. Contrary to his gentle actions however, a barrage of humiliation hit Tomonaga in the face. “Does my sister know about this? That you’re so needy you need me to fuck you?

Tomonaga moaned in response, before suddenly he was on all fours, Cearbhall’s chest pressing against his back, he’s eager to try every position possible. Tomonaga though, he was going to voice this aloud but he was promptly cut off by Cearbhall slamming into him. “A-ahhh! O-oh, shiiit!” Tomonaga rocks his hips, pushing back against Cearbhall.

Cearbhall let out a soft whine. “So unfair…! You feel so good!” His cock pistoning in and out of Tomonaga.

Tomonaga let out an uncontrollable string of moans. “Ngh! Mhhff! Cearbhall, Cearbhall! Cear-bhal!” Tomonaga sobbed, gripping Cearbhall’s hand holding him up, his nails digging into Cearbhall’s arm. 

“Ah, fuuck, you’re really hot moaning my name like that…” Cearbhall whispered into Tomonaga’s ear before gently biting it. “What was your name again? Tamano, Tanoga?” Cearbhall knew who he was, of course he did. There weren’t a lot of people his father let into their home, but honestly, Tomonaga would definitely look cute trying to please me by telling me his name.

Tomonaga hiccuped, his tears finally trickling down his cheeks. “To-”  Tomonaga’s voice breaks. “Monaga! M-my name is Tomonaga!” Cearbhall chuckles as he reached up and pinched Tomonaga’s nipple. Low and behold, Tomonaga was rather cute reciting his own name. “Tomonaga, Tomonaga…” Cearbhall called out quietly, testing his name on his lips. Why would Saorlaith get to call him ‘Tomo’ while Cearbhall was reduced to ‘Tomonaga?’ Deciding to correct this, with a slightly cheerful tone, he asks, more demands, really. “I’ll call you, Tomo, okay.” Tomonaga, now dubbed Tomo by Cearbhall and Saorlaith, jolted as his nipple was pinched and nods, helpless to Cearbhall’s whims. “O-oh! ‘K-kay!”

“Good boy,” Cearbhall purrs, the hand that had previously pinched a nipple heading southwards to Tomonaga’s cock, while the other effortlessly held himself up. 

Tomonaga felt heat rush through his body at the endearment (compliment?). And he whined, bucking back against Cearbhall with a new desperation.

Cearbhall smirked, his hand tightening around Tomonaga’s length, slowly stroking him. “Oh, you like that, don’t you, Tomo? Do you wanna be my good boy?” Cearbhall coos, his tone mocking.

Much to his own and Cearbhall’s surprise, Tomonaga nods eagerly as his hips stuttered, unable to decide between Cearbhall’s hand or his cock.

“Mgh! Fu-ck, Cearbhall!” Tomonaga wailed, fat tears streaming down his cheeks as he felt white inching in on his vision and as Cearbhall swipes his thumb over his slit, he’s unable to stop himself from babbling. “Kimi wa hontōni sekushī de kanpekide tsuyoi! Hontōni itoshite iru! Kimi no ashi o otte kusari de tsunagi, nidoto boku kara hanare rarenai yō ni shi!” 

Tomonaga’s eyes roll back, his tongue sticking out slightly as a thin sheet of sweat covered his body, his nails digging into the fabric under him and tearing it. As his cum spilled onto Cearbhall’s palm.

And with that, it’s over, not. Cearbhall continues to piston his cock in and out of Tomonaga, briefly pulling out to flip him over before pushing all the way back in.

Tomonaga whines, wrapping his legs around Cearbhall’s hips and tugging Cearbhall closer, his arms wrapping around Cearbhall’s chest as he left large gouges that were healed and remaid almost instantly on Cearbhall’s back.

Sweat drips down Cearbhall’s body as he lets out a downright feral grin, he can feel his balls tighten and just as he’s about to cum… Saorlaith lets go of the sleeping spell and Cearbhall awakens with his cock rock hard, his clothes, specifically his pants, wet, and sweat covering his body. 

Tomonaga awakens with a gasp as he was punted out of Cearbhall’s dream; his robes are tented and stained by his own cum.

Cu Chulainn: Ugh, Cearbhall is so whipped and he doesn't even know it 🙄🙄🙄🙄 He's so fucking lucky that twink is to much of a simp to notice it

Saorlaith: Those pining losers better get together after this, if Cearbhall gives me another jealous look or sneaks into my library to stare at Tomo again I'm gonna kick him out.

Ur fic: amazing

Izanagi: should lose some layers

Hotel: Trivago

Tysm for the hand itch 😘✨💖

“Tomo-bo, will you wear this?” Izanagi asks as he holds up a yukata; it only had one layer, but it covered everything it needed to. Tomonaga blanches, “A-apologies, Father… It’s a bit too hot out for that…” Tomonaga averts his gaze, a god of reason yet still not able to explain his true reasoning for not wearing a shirt. And with that he hurriedly flees while his father was still willing to let him escape.

Izanagi sighs as he watches Tomonaga go. That boy of his, the Greek blood in him ran too thick; he even had the same pink hair as that whippersnapper with the same domain as Ama-chan.

“Sa-chan, I-” Izanagi sighed, on one hand, he could create waterproof clothing. On the other, did it really matter when Nessa never left the ecosystem he created for her? It was the size of an ocean, with plenty of room for a growing girl, and safe too, full of prey meant for her, with predators only for enrichment. She was born a siren; she would be fine. She didn’t need clothing, since she never left the water anyways, and no one would even be able to look below her shoulders. He crouched down and patted her head. “Just make sure you keep everything below the shoulders underwater, Sa-chan.”

“Yu-kun, you…” Izanagi could’ve sworn that gods couldn’t have aneurysms, but why is it that he seems to be having one right now? “You cover your chest and even have a long sleeve on one arm. And that’s great; you definitely cover up more than your siblings and mother, but… The slits and the large holes on the sides of your waist—what could possibly make you wear that? Please cover it up.”

“Father,” Sayunari starts solemnly, their voice sounding both masculine and feminine. “Balance in all things—I must be equally exposed as I am covered.” And then they open their wings and flied as Izanagi watches helplessly. Izanagi comforts himself; at least her outfit covers her stomach. Not a lot of his children with Percilla could boast that; not even Percilla could. Damnable Greeks, corrupting his wife and children; he ought to go cause a little trouble for them later.

And now for his more troublesome children.

“Shira-chan! For goodness sake, I know you don’t go out much, and it’s good you like spending time with your brother Tsukuyomi, but put on a proper top.” Izanagi sighed. Eons of being primordial of creation, hundreds upon thousands, if not more, children, and yet the latest bunch have been so determined to have their chest out, at the very least. Previously Amaterasu was the outlier; no, she still is. His recent children are only like this because the Greek in them is a bit strong.

“But Father!” Shirahoshi whines, “I don’t wanna...!” She pouts, adorably. So reminiscent of Percilla, he could hardly resist her, but he needs to put his foot down on this. 

“No, you will cover your chest, and you will like it, young lady.” He chides, “Buuut- Nessa doesn’t have to…!” Shirahoshi would stomp her foot like a spoiled child if she had feet, as it stands, her tail just flicks in the air. Unlike Nessa, whose natural environment was under the water, Shirahoshi swam in the air, or more specifically, swam among the stars and cosmos.

“Nessa stays underwater and doesn’t leave the habitat I created for her, you on the other hand go swimming around, and you stick to Tsu-bo, so you’re constantly around other people. Shira-chan, at least you cover the center part of your chest but… That’s the only part you cover, the sides and even under…” Izanagi sighed as he pulled the haori that Shirahoshi deigned to wear onto her shoulders and pulled it together, creating a ribbon he carefully tied into a bow around her waist that held the haori together. 

“See, don’t you look so beautiful like this? Now off you go; you wanted to follow Tsu-bo around today, right?” Izanagi sighed as he watched her go off. 

“Sorry, Father… But how am I meant to seduce Tsukuyomi while wearing this?” Shrahoshi whispered quietly as she—unbeknownst to him—the moment he stopped looking untied the ribbon and slipped the haori right back off her shoulders. 

“Ya-kun, it’s great, wonderful you wear a kimono, but you forewent the upper half?” Izanagi asked, misery in his eyes. 

“Father, it got in my way and restricted movement. How am I supposed to fight with it? Someone’s going to pull the long sleeves and make me trip.” Yaruki’s lazy voice drawled, that son of his, god of endurance and fighting spirit—like his name suggests—yet so lazy outside of training and fighting. Well, at least Yaruki has a darkened chest; that pretty much counts as a shirt, right? Izanagi pats Yaruki on the head, sighing heavily. Fine, fine, the darkened chest basically counts as a shirt anyways.

And now, for his most troublesome. “Miya-chan, I won’t even make you wear a kimono or cover your stomach, I promise! Just use proper fabric to cover your privates!” He yelled as he chased Honamiya around; her mother’s human heritage flowed too thick through her, to the point she admired that Eve enough to run around wearing leaves.

“No way! These leaves are a symbol of my admiration for Mrs. Eve!” Honamiya yelled in reply, and she continued to run from her father.

“Miya-chan, look, it’s your mother’s old clothes! Isn’t this better than leaves!?” Izanagi called out, holding up a seafoam dress Percy used to wear, modified by himself to look more floral and red.

Honamiya paused, looking back, “M-mother’s old dress...!?” She asked with excitement, right in front of Izanagi in less than a millisecond.

“Ahhh! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Father! I’ll wear it every day from now on!” Honamiya squeals, holding the dress up to her body before she disappears somewhere to change. 

Izanagi sighed in relief, that was the last of his children, now he just had to wrangle his wife. “Uchu, will you wear-?” He asked, only to freeze as he takes in the sight of her in a bikini. He stumbles backwards, and flees for what very well may be his dignity.

Izanami watched with delight as her brother molested Percy; she had imbued a small part of her consciousness into the necklace she had left behind, just small enough so that her brother wouldn’t notice, but large enough for her main body to spectate the current events.

She giggled, “Ahh… Brother looks so pretty crying… And Percilla looks simply divine in her slumber… She looks so small and cute… Ahh!” Izanami squealed, shaking her head back and forth as she cupped her cheeks. 

“Erm… Mother, might I be dismissed?” Ukemochi asked with a strained expression as she desperately averted her gaze from the projected scene of her father molesting a girl younger then herself.

“Oh, Ukemochi, my beloved daughter, look!” Izanami hugged Ukemochi, smothering her in her bosom, careful not to touch her daughter with her fingertips. “Oh, that girl… She’s so beautiful, isn’t she? She’s going to be your stepmother through me one day; that oaf is too greedy! Keeping her from me? How dare he? She’s practically made for me; destruction is a part of her soul!”

Izanami wailed, rocking Ukemochi back and forth. “Mother,” Ukemochi called out, “Mother! I don’t want to see Father doing this!”

Izanami blinked. “Oh deary me, I’m so sorry, Little Mochi; you can go.” Izanami releases Ukemochi from her grasp as Ukemochi sighs in relief.

“Thank you, Mother. May your… endeavor be successful.” With that she scurries away; she was happy. She really was happy that her parents found someone to love, but that didn’t mean she wanted to see that.

Izanami let out another giggle, a lovesick expression on her face. Percilla looks beautiful asleep, and Izanagi looks so, so breedable. Their first couple of children came out a bit hideous because she was breeding Izanagi and her seed, simply put… She created destroyers not unlike herself, which she was fine with… But Izanagi was so sad. Eventually she was the one being pregnant; fine, whatever, as long as he was happy.

“Ahh… Percilla, you look so pretty asleep, I’ll create a gentle toxin for you, brother… So you can touch her without worry she would wake…” She reaches under her kimono, she had always worn them too short, much to her brother chagrin, he had lectured her often whenever she came to visit with a too-short or too-exposed kimono, something about how we weren’t the Egyptians. He had also scolded her for influencing Amaterasu. 

No, she was getting off topic, but… Ah… how lovely would it be to have him scold her once more? She trembles at the thought, rubbing her clit as she watched her brother worship Percilla.

“Oh brother, Percilla..! Percilla, Percilla, I want to get you pregnant, too!” She whined aloud, her fingers speeding up between her legs. “Oh, oh! So close! I want to, I really want to get you pregnant with my children..! You’d be such a good mother, like Izanagi..!”

She rocks her hips, “I need... I need to be full; I want to have children again...!” Izanami sobs, pushing a finger inside herself, and when that’s not enough, she adds another, and another. “I feel so empty…! Brother, brother! I need you! I need you so badly!”

The emptiness inside of her is too much; she all but stumbles into Izanagi’s estate once more and launches herself at him, sure she had mocked and teased him a bit before, but surely he would understand.

“Izanami? What are you doing here?” He asked as he took in her disheveled form, “And what are you wearing? Ugh, see, this is why Amaterasu wears such exposing outfit; we aren’t the Greeks or the Egy-”

Izanami couldn’t care less about this. She sticks her fingers into his mouth; with luck the poison would take effect and have him desperate enough to start fucking and stop yapping. 

He yanks her fingers out of his mouth, his grip on her wrist tightening. “Did you just try to poison me?” His tone was dangerous, dangerously attractive, Izanami thought as she ground down his bulge. Troublesome, she had thought before ripping off his robes.

“Agh, Izanami, how did you get like this?” He asked with genuine concern; despite his usual uncharacteristic anger with his sister-wife—they had never truly gotten divorced, but they had started ignoring each other—he truly did care for her. 

“Shut up, shut up and fuck some more children into me!” She screamed at him as she unceremoniously lowered herself onto him with a satisfied groan. Izanagi moaned, his jaw falling slack as he, finally, after millennia, got to fuck his wife. 

“Children, children I can raise with Percilla…” Izanami sighed dreamily as she moved up and down on his cock, her juices, also poisonous, trailing down her thighs.

“Excuse me?” Izanagi asked with great indignation, “If anything, I will be raising children with Percilla!” He argued, and he grabbed Izanami’s thighs and yanked her down until she was filled to the brim with his cock as he groaned with pleasure and Izanami downright wailed. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

“Hah! She’s practically my wife already, so shut up and put a baby in me so we can both raise one with her!” Izanami created long gashes on his shoulder and arms as she held him down and set a brutal pace for both of them, moans and groans filling the room, not to forget Percilla who was already asleep. Both Izanagi and Izanami made sure she didn’t catch them like this, it was one thing to fuck a wife-sister/husband-brother; it was another thing entirely to be seen doing it and being rough and showing a side you had never shown before to the love of your life.

“Ahaha…! Brother, brother! This is nice, isn’t it?” Izanami asked, her face the picture of elation as she bounced on his cock, her moans intermingling with his groans.

“I-it is…!” Izanagi cried out as he thrust up into her; his cock twitched inside of Izanami. He was close. “N-Nami…! Nami, Nami, Nami, I’m gonna…!” He babbled out her name uselessly; it had been so long since he had anything but the comfort of his hand. Even after marrying Percilla, he was far too worried about her tiny stature to fuck her properly.

Izanami smiled, her eyes as dark and beautiful as the abyss. “Cum, cum inside me, ’Nagi. Give me children, give us children!” She sobbed, and with that, it was over; they panted, the both of them covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Izanami with her nails covered in Izanagi’s blood and her eyes reddened by tears unshed. Izanagi with tears on his cheeks, scratches on his arms and shoulders, messy hair, and looking the most disheveled he has been in a while.

“You are very pretty like this, brother,” Izanami said matter-of-factly as Izanagi scowled. “Shut up,” he snarled as he reached up to touch the beauty mark under her eye that matched his in a surprisingly gentle gesture that contrasted with his earlier snarl.

“We should do that again, to make sure it takes.” He had tacked on the last part to try and make it seem like he wasn’t desperate; he was, Izanami could tell. She also knows as primordial of creation, he could make her pregnant first try, so this was clearly just so he could have more sex. But as an older sister, who was Izanami to not indulge her brother? 

Uchu, I’m back-” Izanagi called out before he was flashed by the sight of Izanami half onto Percy’s lap. “Izanami.” He said it short and clipped. It’s not that Izanagi wasn’t aware that Izanami came to visit him. In fact, he usually welcomed it, as long as his sister kept the stench of death from lingering within his home. Knowing she was here was one thing, but finding her on his wife’s lap about to kiss her was another.

“Izanagi, your wife is very cute.” She said as she absentmindedly pressed a kiss onto Percy’s throat. Percy splutters, “Uh, oh, um, s-sister-in-law...?” She asked hesitantly. The kimono she was wearing was dangerously short, if it could even be called that. Nothing short of cultural appropriation, but it was the only thing Izanagi could wrangle her into wearing. In any case, at least it covered more than her usual attire, Greeks.

“Call me Nami, dear. You call that blundering oaf Iza, don’t you?” Izanagi’s eyebrow twitched, murder in his eyes.

“Izanami, kindly get off of my wife.” He said with barely restrained anger. His smile looking more strained by the second.

Izanami turned to look back at him, her lips pulled into a snarl. “She’s mine. The stench of death covers her. She would look far more beautiful with me in Yom.”

“How dare you? She is my wife-”

“She is one of MINE. She doesn’t belong with you, oh god of creation.” Her tone is clearly mocking.

Inwardly Percy shrieks as Izanami’s hands snake around her waist, dangerously close to her mortal spot, until her palm actually covers it. She almost starts hyperventilating there, and honestly, she would have whiplash from how quickly her gaze bounces from Izanami to Izanagi and back again, but she doesn’t have whiplash, likely because of the Curse of Achilles.

Izanagi snarls right back at his sister, his tone harsh. “Like she belongs with you? Ms. god of destruction? Someone as vibrant and full of life as Percilla doesn’t belong in Yomi. She’s mine! How dare you come into my domain and presume to take my wife?” 

“She belongs with me. Her soul is intertwined with destruction. She will destroy as she was meant to.” With those ominous words that seemed to be a prophecy, Izanami was gone in an instant, the only sign of her being a necklace, bone white with parts of it red and black.

Izanagi sighs heavily before hurrying next to Percy, eyes narrowing as he scans her body. “She left a blessing on you, more of a curse. When you die, you will be drawn into her embrace, how unfortunate.” There’s an almost mocking expression on Izanagi’s face. “You will be ascended soon; you will not die and will never be embraced by her.” Izanagi grabs the necklace from the ground, teleporting it somewhere a couple thousand galaxies away.

He gently cradles Percy and lifts her into his arms. “My Uchu, are you hurt? Did she do something to you?” Percy had turned pale, a cold sweat coating her body. “No, it’s nothing, just a bit nervous.” Percy gave a nervous smile; Izanagi seemed to be a bit… off to say the least.

“Poor thing, you seem a bit tired… Perhaps you should sleep it off.” There was something off in his tone, but Percy didn’t know what. Her thoughts were cut off shortly as a sudden wave of drowsiness. Despite her mounting panic, she couldn’t resist the soft lull of sleep, her grip on Izanagi’s robes loosened, and her breathing soon evened out.

Izanagi let out a sigh of relief, his gaze planted on her face as he gently laid her down. “My Uchu, my Percilla, what should I do with you? It’s already so hard to share you with seven others… How could I possibly let my sister take you as well? What do I have to do… to be your one and only?”

Izanagi rips the front of Percy’s kimono, his hands gently tracing her chest and the faint outline of Percy’s ribs. “You’re so thin… I’m worried, worried you’ll die before  you can properly be ascended, your soul rent asunder, or worse, taken by Izanami… Why...? Why did you have to be born mortal?”

Tears started to form in his eyes; he had found himself crying far too often after marrying Percilla. “You’re so perfect, Percilla, my Percilla, mine. Mine, not Izanami’s, mine.” His every action was reverent, from his hands on her thighs to her chest. He traced her nipples with a nail, smiling as she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. 

He lowers his head to a nipple, blowing on it sofftly before taking it into his mouth, unbidden, a thought comes into his mind, what if I give her a child? If I gave her a child, I would be more important than the others; she would spend more time with me, and we could dote on a little one together. 

He groans at the thought, sucking on her nipple with a new vigor. She would be leaking milk from here, and I could drink it to relieve her of the aches; it would taste as divine as her juices. His cock hardens in his robes, and he pulls away, eyes admiring her nipple, shiny with his saliva and slightly swollen.

Shit, she’s so beautiful, my wife, my Uchu, my Percilla. I want to worship her until she’s no longer neglecting her health so that she no longer tries to sacrifice herself for humanity, for anything at all. She has to take better care of herself… 

He presses a kiss to her ankles, her knees, her thighs; everywhere he can kiss, he does, and with each kiss, he bestows a blessing, healing, strength, and reinforcement. For someone as beloved as his Percilla, this is the bare minimum.

So this was what the great Russian Empire was reduced to—he had a legacy, one to uphold, yet here he was, hiding in bushes from a woman over a hundred years his senior*. Well, while he was hiding... he touched up his hair and fixed his military uniform.

Letting out a shuddering yet quiet exhale, he didn't want the lady to notice him and swiftly ran away retreated as silently as he could.

After getting some distance away, he was finally able to smooth out the wrinkles in his outfit, and having ruined his hair again after running retreating he fixed it again. It was after that he strolled through the garden, feigning casualness. He neared her and then he stepped on a fallen stick. There was a brief moment of uselessfuckinggardeners, and before he even had a chance to process his social and metaphorical death, she turned to him and... Oh, so this was love?