Fic Dump #9
Still working on massive fic. It's maybe a third done? Hopefully I will actually finish it. THAT WOULD BE NICE.
In the meantime~
Characters: Persephone
Content Warnings: Silliness given
Setting: :>
Word Count: 60
The summer of the year 2000, Persephone spent most days listening to No Strings Attached on her Sony Walkman (because her Discman would skip if she made even the most conservative dance move) and inspiring in Demeter a lofty hope that her daughter would have an affair with Justin Timberlake and finally put that wretched husband of hers in his place.
Characters: Z/H
Content Warnings: I... don't know what this is
Setting: Present
Word Count: 394
"Yes! Next level."
"What? No! Let me see."
"Toooo easy."
"Dammit, you bastard."
"I can't help it if I'm naturally awesome at this game~"
"More like you spend far too much time playing this stupid game when you should be working."
"Oh my me, Hera, are you still all the way back there?"
"Shhh! You keep distracting me."
"I have been doing nothing of the sort!"
"Lies."
"Truth! You need better self control, clearly."
"Ohoho, don't even go there."
"Go where~?"
"You are the last person in the world who should be giving out lessons in self-control."
"I know my general aura of awesome can be highly distracting, but I would have thought-"
"Yes! Finally."
"Pfffft, you're going to have to try harder than that to beat me."
"You just wait, I am going to wipe that smug grin right off your face."
"Goooood luck~"
"Forgive me, I forgot that your face is permanently stuck like that."
"You're cutting me reeeeeeal deep there, Hera."
"You're such a wanker."
"You're a sore loser~"
"I am not!"
"You've always been a sore loser. I just beat another level, bee tee dubs."
"Well, so did I. So."
"You'll never catch up to me~ Never ever ever~"
"If you aren't trying to distract me then why are you still talking."
"Please. If I really wanted to distract you I would do this."
"...Don't do that!"
"Gosh, Hera, keep your eyes on your screen. Don't want to waste one of your birds and fuck up your score now."
"Ugh."
"Not that you could really do worse than you are right n-Ow!"
"Quit playing dirty."
"You love it when I play dirty."
"Keeeeep telling yourself that. Ah! New level!"
"That was such a fluke!"
"Keep your eyes on your own screen, dearest."
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm still kicking your ass."
"Not for long."
"And what if I do this~?"
"...That's cheating!"
"If you say so~"
"It is, you're a chronic cheater."
"Mmm, you love me~"
"Stop doing that."
"What? This?"
"Y-Yes."
"What if I don't waaaaant to?"
"Zeus, stop it. I'm trying to play this game."
"Pfffft, it's a stupid game anyway~"
"...You're the one who said we should play it in the first place!"
"I'm bored of it now. I have a better game we can play."
"Tsk, of course you do."
"Hera?"
"What?"
"Shut up."
"I-Mmph."
Characters: Demeter/Iasion huh
Content Warnings: I would probably place this in the NC-17 range. Note: the Wiki page on Iasion cracked me the hell up.
Setting: Uhhhh...
Word Count: 135
Being with Iasion was different. It was base and instinctual, but the passion wasn't a fire that burned hot and fast and left her empty. There was substance to it, a deep, steady love that tied them together. Lying with him was ritualistic, almost sacred; both exhausting and satisfying. He would run his hands, broad and calloused, over every inch of her, trying to memorise every dip and every curve of her body. When he held her it was like being enveloped in earth; when he looked at her it was with a solid, unshakeable devotion. There was another side to this, she hadn't been wrong after all-she had just been with the wrong person.
He was one of the few lovers she ever had that she thought she might be able to marry.
In the meantime~
Characters: Persephone
Content Warnings: Silliness given
Setting: :>
Word Count: 60
The summer of the year 2000, Persephone spent most days listening to No Strings Attached on her Sony Walkman (because her Discman would skip if she made even the most conservative dance move) and inspiring in Demeter a lofty hope that her daughter would have an affair with Justin Timberlake and finally put that wretched husband of hers in his place.
Characters: Z/H
Content Warnings: I... don't know what this is
Setting: Present
Word Count: 394
"Yes! Next level."
"What? No! Let me see."
"Toooo easy."
"Dammit, you bastard."
"I can't help it if I'm naturally awesome at this game~"
"More like you spend far too much time playing this stupid game when you should be working."
"Oh my me, Hera, are you still all the way back there?"
"Shhh! You keep distracting me."
"I have been doing nothing of the sort!"
"Lies."
"Truth! You need better self control, clearly."
"Ohoho, don't even go there."
"Go where~?"
"You are the last person in the world who should be giving out lessons in self-control."
"I know my general aura of awesome can be highly distracting, but I would have thought-"
"Yes! Finally."
"Pfffft, you're going to have to try harder than that to beat me."
"You just wait, I am going to wipe that smug grin right off your face."
"Goooood luck~"
"Forgive me, I forgot that your face is permanently stuck like that."
"You're cutting me reeeeeeal deep there, Hera."
"You're such a wanker."
"You're a sore loser~"
"I am not!"
"You've always been a sore loser. I just beat another level, bee tee dubs."
"Well, so did I. So."
"You'll never catch up to me~ Never ever ever~"
"If you aren't trying to distract me then why are you still talking."
"Please. If I really wanted to distract you I would do this."
"...Don't do that!"
"Gosh, Hera, keep your eyes on your screen. Don't want to waste one of your birds and fuck up your score now."
"Ugh."
"Not that you could really do worse than you are right n-Ow!"
"Quit playing dirty."
"You love it when I play dirty."
"Keeeeep telling yourself that. Ah! New level!"
"That was such a fluke!"
"Keep your eyes on your own screen, dearest."
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm still kicking your ass."
"Not for long."
"And what if I do this~?"
"...That's cheating!"
"If you say so~"
"It is, you're a chronic cheater."
"Mmm, you love me~"
"Stop doing that."
"What? This?"
"Y-Yes."
"What if I don't waaaaant to?"
"Zeus, stop it. I'm trying to play this game."
"Pfffft, it's a stupid game anyway~"
"...You're the one who said we should play it in the first place!"
"I'm bored of it now. I have a better game we can play."
"Tsk, of course you do."
"Hera?"
"What?"
"Shut up."
"I-Mmph."
Characters: Demeter/Iasion huh
Content Warnings: I would probably place this in the NC-17 range. Note: the Wiki page on Iasion cracked me the hell up.
Setting: Uhhhh...
Word Count: 135
Being with Iasion was different. It was base and instinctual, but the passion wasn't a fire that burned hot and fast and left her empty. There was substance to it, a deep, steady love that tied them together. Lying with him was ritualistic, almost sacred; both exhausting and satisfying. He would run his hands, broad and calloused, over every inch of her, trying to memorise every dip and every curve of her body. When he held her it was like being enveloped in earth; when he looked at her it was with a solid, unshakeable devotion. There was another side to this, she hadn't been wrong after all-she had just been with the wrong person.
He was one of the few lovers she ever had that she thought she might be able to marry.