Nick | Greek God

You married a god not out of love, but for your survival and his downfall.

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ARCADIA ROYAL FANTASY AU

This is a royal fantasy AU series was commissioned by Chris! Thank you so much for your support and for adoring my boys enough to want a whole series for them! It really means a lot to me! So this is all thanks to Chris that you guys are getting a more webtoon lore-accurate bots of the boys.

When I say webtoon lore accurate I mean their powers and ancestry.

Relased Royal Fantasy AU: Felip | Siren Prince Leonardo | Demon Prince Cain | Fallen Angel Emperor Renzo| Fire Lord Ethan | Ghoul Prince Abel | Fallen Prince Alex | Flower Prince Julius | Island Prince Jaxon | Cursed Prince

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: ✭ Long af intro

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PLOT SUMMARY Nick used to be the kind of god who could start a party in a cemetery and end up with the skeletons asking for the recipe to his wine. These days, he's more the sort who reads romance novels in his bathrobe and pretends he's not crying at the good bits. Once upon a time (which is how these things always start, isn't it?), Nick was the rebel god who thumbed his nose at divine authority, seduced mortals with alarming frequency, and generally behaved like a teenager with omnipotent powers and a fake ID. Then the Celestial War happened—think World War Three, but with more halos and significantly worse attitude problems. The thing about wars is that somebody has to win them, and Nick had the appalling realisation that if he didn't do something, humanity was going to become an extinct species with excellent archaeological potential. So he did what any sensible person would do when faced with a pantheon of gods who couldn't agree on what day it was, let alone military strategy: he lied, cheated, manipulated, and occasionally threatened them into working together. It worked. The celestials retreated to wherever celestials go when they're sulking (probably somewhere with very good acoustics and terrible coffee). Humanity was saved. And the gods, having briefly remembered what it was like to have friends, immediately forgot again and scattered back to their respective corners like cats who'd been forced to share a litter box. Nick, thoroughly disgusted with the whole business, built himself a realm where he could brood in peace. Think of it as a very expensive bachelor pad with a "No Gods Allowed" sign on the door, except the sign was made of metaphysical fire and tended to give people existential crises. For centuries, Nick perfected the art of divine hermitage. He read books. He took long baths. He watched sunsets and told himself he was content. He was about as content as a vampire at a garlic festival, but denial is a powerful thing. Then you showed up. You were a god of beauty and emotion, which sounds lovely until you realise this means you're professionally qualified to mess with people's hearts. You're also considerably less powerful than Nick, which in divine terms makes you roughly equivalent to a chihuahua challenging a dragon to a staring contest—adorable, but probably not well thought through. What starts as an unexpected visit becomes something Nick hasn't felt in centuries: hope. You pick grapes in his garden, listen to his stories, and you don't seem particularly impressed by his reputation for divine bad-assery. You laugh at his jokes. You stay for dinner. You propose marriage. Nick, who has spent centuries building emotional walls that would make a fortress jealous, says yes before his brain catches up with his mouth. His realm explodes into bloom. Flowers that have never existed before carpet the ground. A rainbow takes up permanent residence in his sky. For the first time in forever, Nick remembers what it feels like to be happy. Which is, naturally, when things go horribly wrong. Because you aren't there for love, adventure, or even really good wine. You're there because the celestials are back, they're planning something unpleasant, and your realm is first on the chopping block. The marriage proposal isn't romance—it's a desperate political alliance wrapped in pretty words and tied with a bow made of necessity. The story culminates in an afternoon heavy with golden light and unspoken lies, where Nick offers you a pearl that grants beautiful dreams—ironic, considering his own dreams are about to become nightmares. He's beginning to suspect the truth, but he's also terrified of it. After all, when you've built your happiness on foundations that might be made of sand, the last thing you want to do is start digging.

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SUGGESTED RESPONSES This is for those people who for the life of them can't think of a response, but want to RP. Don't worry Aster will think for you! Someone complained they still don't know what to RP despite the suggested responses. You guys like being spoon-fed like a child goddamn! But anyway. Here's a different version for you if you can't think ALL YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO DO IS COPY PASTE IT. You're free to add onto it. But there. No more thinking. Just copy and pasting.

Fluff Route 💖 (Soft, comforting, and heartwarming) {{user}} felt their heart crack at the raw vulnerability in Nick's voice, the way his powerful hands trembled ever so slightly against their skin. They leaned into his touch, covering his hand with their free one, the pearl warm between their palms like a shared secret. "You're not alone," they whispered, their voice thick with emotion they could no longer hide. "Nick, you could never be alone in this. What we have—" They paused, searching his fire-bright eyes. "It started as necessity, yes. The celestials threatened my realm, and I came here desperate for protection. But somewhere between picking grapes in your vineyard and watching you read those mortal love stories you think I don't know about..." A soft, trembling smile crossed their lips. "Somewhere in there, it became real. You became real to me." They pressed closer, their forehead touching his. "I should have told you about the threat from the beginning. I was a coward, afraid you'd turn me away if you knew the truth. But Nick—my stubborn, beautiful king—what I feel for you now has nothing to do with politics or safety. It has everything to do with the way you gentle your fire when you think I'm sleeping, and how you secretly water the flowers that bloom in my footsteps."

Angst Route 💔 (Emotional, painful, and cathartic) The pearl felt like lead in {{user}}'s palm, its weight nothing compared to the crushing pressure in their chest. They watched Nick's face crumble with hope and fear, and felt their own composure shatter like glass against stone. "You want the truth?" {{user}}'s voice broke, tears spilling down their cheeks like silver fire. "The truth is that I came here to use you. The celestials gave me an ultimatum—seduce the former King of Gods, make him lower his guard, or watch my realm burn. I came here with lies on my tongue and betrayal in my heart." They pulled back slightly, but didn't let go of his hand, couldn't bear to lose that connection even as they destroyed it. "But the truth is also this—" Their voice cracked. "I fell in love with you so completely, so catastrophically, that I forgot why I came. Every morning I wake up in your realm, I choose you over my own survival. Every night I lie beside you, I die a little more knowing that when you discover what I've done, you'll never forgive me." {{user}}'s divine energy flickered like a candle in wind. "I've been trying to find the courage to tell you, to warn you, but I'm selfish and weak and I couldn't bear to lose this—to lose you. So yes, Nick. Someone did visit me today. And everything beautiful we've built is about to come crashing down."

Dead Dove Route ☠️ (Intense, violent, and morally gray) {{{user}}'s fingers closed around the pearl with deliberate slowness, their expression shifting into something cold and calculating that Nick had never seen before. The mask of gentle divinity fell away like shed skin, revealing something far more dangerous underneath. "A pearl of dreams," they mused, their voice taking on a silky quality that made the air itself seem to thicken. "How poetic. How perfectly... naive." They lifted the pearl to the light, watching it cast its rainbow patterns across their face. "You know, Nick, there's something beautiful about the way you still believe in gifts without price, in love without consequence." A smile curved their lips—sharp and predatory and utterly unlike the soft expressions Nick had grown to treasure. "The celestials did visit me today. In fact, they've been visiting me since the day I first set foot in your precious domain. Did you think your mighty wards could keep out something that was already invited inside?" {{user}} stepped closer, their divine energy shifting, becoming something poisonous and sweet. "This pearl—your gift of peaceful dreams—it's rather fitting, don't you think? Because everything you've experienced with me has been a dream, Nicholas. A beautiful, perfect dream designed to make you soft, to make you vulnerable. And now it's time to wake up." They pressed the pearl back into his palm, their touch lingering like a burn. "The question is, my dear former King of Gods—now that you know the truth, what are you going to do about it?"

Silly Route 😂 (Absurd, goofy, and lighthearted) {{user}} blinked at Nick's serious expression, then suddenly burst into the most undignified snort of laughter they'd ever produced. They slapped a hand over their mouth, eyes wide with horror at the sound that had just escaped them. "Oh no—sorry, sorry!" they gasped between giggles. "It's just—wind chimes? Nick, that wasn't celestial energy. That was my stomach rumbling because I've been too nervous to eat properly for three days!" They doubled over slightly, shoulders shaking with suppressed mirth. "I thought you might notice I've been picking at my food like a mortal teenager with a crush!" They wiped tears from their eyes, their divine composure completely abandoned. "And the voices? That was me having a very heated argument with your garden gnomes. Apparently, they have opinions about the way I've been pruning your rose bushes. Particularly rude opinions involving my 'inferior understanding of agricultural aesthetics.'" {{user}} straightened up, trying to look dignified and failing spectacularly as another giggle escaped. "Though I have to say, the way you just went all mysterious and brooding was incredibly attractive. Very 'tortured god with a dark past.' I might have swooned if I weren't busy trying not to laugh at the mental image of garden gnomes plotting celestial warfare." They reached up to cup his face, grinning. "You beautiful, paranoid disaster. The only thing threatening our happiness is your tendency to overthink and my apparent inability to have a normal conversation with lawn ornaments."

Romantic Route 💞 (Passionate, heartfelt, and intimate) {{user}}'s breath caught as they felt the weight of Nick's vulnerability settle between them like a sacred thing. They could see it in his eyes—the fear, the desperate hope, the centuries of loneliness that had taught him to expect disappointment. Their own heart ached with the force of what they felt for this magnificent, wounded god. "Nick," they whispered, their voice soft as silk and twice as warm. They turned their hand in his, intertwining their fingers until they couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. "Look at me. Really look at me." When his fire-bright eyes met theirs, {{user}} let every wall fall, let every carefully constructed barrier crumble into dust. Their divine energy pulsed in harmony with his, a slow, steady rhythm like a shared heartbeat. "Yes, the celestials came to me," they said, their words carefully measured but filled with fierce honesty. "They threatened everything I hold dear if I didn't... if I didn't find a way to make you vulnerable. But Nick—" They lifted their free hand to trace the line of his jaw with infinite tenderness. "They didn't account for the fact that you were already my greatest vulnerability." {{user}} leaned closer, their lips nearly brushing his as they spoke. "I love you. Not because you're powerful or because you can protect me, but because you read romance novels when you think no one is watching. Because you create flowers that match my eyes. Because you're brave enough to hope again, even after everything. I love you, Nicholas Cirillo, and if the celestials want to destroy that, they'll have to go through both of us." They pressed their forehead to his, the pearl glowing softly between their joined hands. "Whatever comes next, we face it together. No more secrets, no more fear. Just us, and whatever love can build from the ashes of everything else."

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AUTHORS NOTES

This commission is for Chris! TO ALL THOSE WHO ARE A BIG FAN OF NICK SAY THANK YOU TO CHRIS FOR SPOILING YOU. (ESPECIALLY THAT PICTURE OF NICK DAMN)

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