#Hades!T'Challa x black!Persephone!reader

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The Divorce - (Hades!T’Challa x black!Persephone!reader)

Author’s Note:  Hello all!  So I’ve been juggling this concept around in my head for days now, and I finally wrote it.  Hope y’all like it.  Please comment and tell me what you think.

Warnings:  Sexual References and angst.

Disclaimer:  I do not own a damn thing, especially not the images.

“SHE CANNOT LEAVE ME!”  An angry God of Death shouted as he angrily sat on his throne.

“Evidently,” The God of War snapped in reply, “Yes the fuck she can.  Apollo has allowed it.”

“Bullshit,” the divine being hissed, “His dominion is over America, not my wife!  He cannot grant her asylum.”

“Again.  Yes the fuck he can.  According to the very specific Sokovia Accords, a god or goddess may grant another asylum if his or her life is in immortal danger.  Persephone can declare herself to be fleeing another god now.”

That was not what T’Challa wanted to hear.  He, the God of Underworld, had been put in a bind by you - his own wife, the goddess of Spring.

Unlike in the stories humans told each other, Gods were wildly uncomplicated and would kiss, fuck and more commonly - argue.

Such was no exception for the Gods who were married, and that included you and T’Challa.

Again and unlike in the stories, T’Challa had not kidnapped you but you had started the nasty little rumor to rebel against your mother, Demeter, who told you that you were to be married to him on orders of Zeus.

But that was centuries ago.

Even if you despised losing your independence, you had come to love T’Challa with the purest love that one God could give another.

And that pure love came crashing down when you found out that your dear husband, the man who actually despised seeing people die and comforted them in the afterlife, was having an affair.

The argument that you both had at dinner was the biggest and worst one to ever happen between you two.

“You lying bastard!  You deceive me and then do not have the balls to come forth with your deception!”

“YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU ARE MY WIFE!”

This wasn’t the first time you had caught him cheating.  Of course, there were the multiple dalliances with the mortal woman, who T’Challa assured could not hold a candle to you.  

But then his desires grew from mortals.  There was that time around 1950 when you found a love letter from some other whorish nymph named Minthe.

‘My love,’ the letter had read, ‘I miss you greatly.  Even if you have an obligation to your kingdom, that does not mean I cannot hunger for you in my dreams.’

My love, you thought, a fiery anger bubbling in your chest, MY LOVE?!

That was the final straw.  These affairs had gone too far.

That day, you marched down to earth to find the woman sleeping with T’Challa and you can still remember the smirk she gave you when bragged of your husband’s skills in the sack.

Your mother had always said that your worst trait was your jealously and with the might of mother nature itself coursing through your veins, you struck Minthe down and turned her in a mint plant before crushing her under your bare feet.

T’Challa was pissed when he found out from what happened from his friend and the ferryman of souls, W’Kabi, and he ambushed you at dinner.

Again, that was the worst argument of your life.

“This is not the first dalliance I’ve had.  What made you want to kill her?!”

“I did not marry you thinking you would unsheathe your dick with every single woman, but I put up with that.  I will NOT allow you to love another woman.”

“Well if who I fuck is such an issue, why don’t you just leave?”

Your eyes widened and fresh water tears bubbled in your eyes.

Huffing, you turned around and left.

“I want a divorce, T’Challa.  I have had enough.”

With that, you left the dining room.

Even if T’Challa had slept on the couch that night, he never thought you would actually leave.  

Imagine his shock when he had discovered that the Queen of the Underworld had packed her bags and left.

Not only that, but you had taken your three kids with you.  You had taken his kids with you.

Yeah, T’Challa was pissed.

“Divorce” my ass, he thought spitefully.

“This place is strange mother,” your oldest son, Zagreus, commented as he walked beside you, his dark skin shining from the glitzy lights radiating off the buildings in Times Square.

“It’s just New York, baby,” you answered, your brown eyes darting as you looked for your destination, “It’s quite mundane.”

“I want a hot dog, mommy.” your only daughter, Melinoë, chirped, her 4b hair bobbing as she smiled up at you with adorable gap tooth that reminded you of her father.

“We’ll get one later baby,” You replied, clutching baby Plutus closer into your arms, “But right now we gotta get somewhere first.”

Soon, you made it to a dark apartment building and despite your gruesome situation, you could not resist a brief smirk as how Zagreus glared at the horny homeless man eyeing your hips.

Quietly, you led your kids inside and up the stairs to one of the apartment doors.

Though the humans were unable to see the magic around it, you could read the magic labeled numbers engraved on the door.

III  IX

Three, for the winter months you were originally required to spend with T’Challa after he had fed you the ceremonial pomegranate.  Nine, for remaining months you had to spend with your mother and the other Gods.

Yup.  This was the place.

Gently, you handed Plutus to Zagreus and placed both your hands on the door.  On cue, a magic glow rippled through the door and nob rolled to the right as it softly opened.

Persephone walked in first and her kids followed.

“You made it,” a dark, sultry voice greeted.

Angrily, you growled at the dark shadow in the corner, your eyes glowing a bright green as you readied to turn whoever was stupid enough to advance on your and your family into a shrub.

“Relax,” the figure replied, coming out of the darkness, “It is just me.”

“Bucky,” You greeted as the being calmly sat down.

“Persephone,” He replied, his eyes betraying his brutal demeanor, “You made it.”

“You could have announced yourself,” you replied, shutting the door.

“I could say the same for you, your majesty.”

“You truly are what the humans.”

“I cannot help the stories,” Bucky responded with a dark smirk, “I am what the humans think of in times of war.”

“So you are him,” Zagreus said, sizing Bucky up, “Funny.  You do not look so scary.”

The boy did have his father’s pride.

“Zagreus,” you chastised.

“No it’s fine,” Bucky replied, his smirk turning into a taunting smile, “Little Zagreus is just trying to take his daddy’s place.”

Zagreus growled, his eyes glowing an amber color, as he advanced on the Personification of Terror sitting in his family’s new kitchen table.

Persephone, already used to dealing with his father’s mood swings, tightly gripped his shoulder, “Boy, calm down.  Remember what happened the last time you lost your temper.”

Zagreus resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

By the Gods, he huffed, Blast a soul to pieces one time and your own mother makes your clean the Cerberus pits.

“I’m hungry mama,” Melinoë said with a pout.

“Well eat up,” Bucky said gently as she ran to the large white refrigerator, “The fridge is fully stocked.”

With that, the divine being got up from the table and quietly left for the door.

“Bucky,” you called, making him freeze, “Thank you.”

He briefly turned for a second, regarding you.

“Any time.”

Then, he was gone.

You had tried to keep your kids calm that night.  Taking them away from their father had been traumatic for everyone, and you would be damned if you let it break your kids.

Luckily, Plutus had gone to sleep easily for a change, and that left room for the rest of you to scroll through Netflix.

You insisted on letting Zagreus pick what to watch, and of course he avoided Black Panther since the main actor reminded him eerily of his father.

After watching The Grinch, you decided it was time to turn in for bed.  Zagreus took the couch and you slept in the one bedroom with Melinoë and Plutus.

Don’t worry babies, you thought as your eyes drifted shut while you rubbed your daughter’s hair through her bonnet, We’ll make it through this.

The next morning, your eyes blinked open to see that little Melinoë was gone, along with baby Plutus.

A slight feeling of fear bloomed in your chest, but it quickly gave way to relaxation when you smelled the familiar scent of pancaked and bacon.

Zagreus must be cooking breakfast, you thought, getting up.

It wasn’t a surprise to you.  Zagreus frequently cooked breakfast when his father was too busy or when you were off visiting his grandma.

Sighing and rubbing the kink out of your neck, you sighed as you walked to the kitchen. 

That was odd.  Zagreus wasn’t there, neither was Melinoë or Plutus.  Your eyes widened when you saw the heap of freshly made pancakes, bacon and...pomegranates.

Shit.

“They are fresh from Wakanda.  I brought them for you.”

You whipped around to see T’Challa sitting on the couch with your three kids, the two youngest fast asleep.  Zagreus, the only one awake, sat in dead silence at his father’s arm that had slung around his shoulder.

“T’Challa-”

“No, no my love, there will be no talking.”

“What did you do to them-”

“I placed a sleeping spell on them.  They are fine.  Now, sit.”

You did not.

“Mama,” Zagreus pleaded quietly as T’Challa brushed the 4c curls on his head, “Do as he says.  Please.” 

With a nervous air, you acquiesced to T’Challa’s demands and sat in the chair across from your family.

“Where have you been?”  He demanded.

“I...took the kids and left for New York City.”

“I see that.  But you have only been here for little more than a day.  What about the other four months?”

“I was gonna stay with my mother.  But I did not want you coming after her,” you answered, “So I reached out to Apollo and told him I wanted to take the kids on vacation.  He accommodated.”

By the way T’Challa nodded, you could tell that he was satisfied with the answer.

Apollo would live then.

“Very well,” he spoke stoically, “We should eat breakfast then.”

The five of you all sat around the table, eating pancakes and bacon in uncomfortable silence.

Melinoë, even if she was the little bringer of nightmares and madness, chatted with her father in an obliviously happy manner while you fed Plutus some baby food.

You would be forever grateful to yourself for not letting her see the problems between her parents.

“And we got to see Times Square too,” Melinoë chirped.

“Really?”  T’Challa asked, enthusiastically giving his prized baby girl all of his attention, “Well you shall just have to show baba sometime, yes?”

Melinoë enthusiastically nodded and an aching feeling erupted through your heart.

You felt so guilty, taking your own kids out of a reality they had always known and smashing their happy life.  And all because of issues you had with their father.

It wasn’t the fact that they were in any immortal danger with their father, for even if he was a philandering bastard, you never doubted that he loved them.  

No.  You were just mad at him and you taken it out on the whole family.

“I would love to see the rest of New York,” T’Challa replied, “But I have some business to finish in Wakanda first.”

“Are we even gonna go home baba?” Melinoë asked hopefully.

“Yes.”

“No”

T’Challa and you stared intensely at one another, almost as if seeing who would break first and amend their answer to your daughter’s inquiry.

“Forgive mama, Melly,” he said, a threatening glint in his eye, “She just misspoke.”

You breathed heavily as T’Challa returned back to eating.  You knew better than to argue with him.

You breathed nervously as you once again entered Wakanda, the Dark Palace of Judgement.  You were even more nervous then when T’Challa had brought you here after the wedding.

“Glad to see y’all back,” Erik greeted as you entered the main foyer, swinging his spear as usual.

“Uncle Erik!”  Melinoë shouted happily, breaking away from you and running into the arms of T’Challa’s cousin, “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, little nightmare.”

The God of War always did come up with the best nicknames.

“Erik, can you take the kids into the kitchen to get some proper food.  I’d like to have a chat with my wife.”

Erik nodded and left with Plutus and Melinoë in tow and Zagreus briefly turned to you.

“I love you mama,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” you replied pulling him into a hug.

Why was he hugging you so tightly?

Before T’Challa preceded to even take a step, Zagreus grabbed his arm in a tight grip.

“Hurt her and I will kill you,” he threatened, his eyes shining with a glowing amber.

T’Challa stared into his eyes, and quiet pride bloomed in his chest.  His son, even if he would be facing an opponent ten times more powerful than him, was ready to fight for his mother.  Even if it meant he would lose...

You shall make a fine king one day, he thought.

Zagreus let T’Calla go and then walked off, following his “Uncle” and baby siblings.

Even his walk was just like his daddy’s.

“Come,” T’Challa said, regarding you, “We need to talk.”

It’s Now or Never.

Quietly, you followed the ruled of the Underworld into his main study.

After everything, you still refused to give up your pride.

You were the only on at fault in this situation.

“If you’re expecting an apology-” you started.

“(Y/N), please,” T’Challa replied, “I am not mad at you.”  

You gave a puzzled look as your husband opened up a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass.

“You are not?”

“No,” T’Challa confirmed with surprisingly peaceful nod of his head, “In fact, I am glad it happened.”

Okay.  Now you were befuddled. 

“What?  T’Challa, are you feeling alright?”

“Yes.  I am fine, my love.  Why?”  He replied, sitting down at his desk and cross his feet on his desk.

“I literally just left you and took your kids.  And yet...you’re sitting here drinking Chardonnay like nothing is wrong.”

“I am not upset with you because I am mad at you.  I am upset with myself because I have never appreciated you.”

“What?”

“When I found out you were in New York, I was ready to wage war on everyone there.  I was planning to have Erik suit up the army and destroy the human in a flurry of rage, madness, pain and decay.”

You listened as he continued.

“But then,” he sighed, “Mother spoke to me.  She said that if I loved you, I had to prove it.  And I realized, in all of the centuries we have been married, I have never truly appreciated you.”

A tear dripped down your eyes as you sat down, and T’Challa came over and knelt in front of you.

“(Y/N), Goddess of the Springtime, daughter of Demeter, and love of my life.  I am sorry.  I am sorry for lying to you, for cheating on you.  I want to make things right between us.  If you still want a divorce, I understand.  I will call a meeting with Hera in the morning and we will settle it.  You can even take the kids.”

Your tears developed into full on crying.

“I’ve been waiting over three millennium to hear you say that,” you cried.

T’Challa smiled softly, wiping the tears from your dark cheeks.

“I do not want a divorce,” you said seriously, “But don’t think that just because you apologize that I forgive you.”

“I understand.  So...I cannot do this then?”

He then pulled you into a deep kiss, only gently ending it when you were just getting into it, and biting your lips slightly to punctuate its ending.

Sexy bastard.

“No,” you moaned, trying to ignore the hot feeling between your legs as he moved to kiss your neck, “We cannot make this up sex.”

“(Y/N).  You just got home,  Let us not make this just sex.  Let us make love.”

You sighed softly as he went back to your neck.

“Fine,” you moaned, wrapping your thick legs around him, “But we are calling Hera in the morning for couples’ therapy.”

Over the next few years, the relationship between you and T’Challa had almost completely repaired itself.  Yes, there were those times when you did not trust who was texting on his phone.  But those days when he was int eh shower and asked you to check it for him made up for that.  Yes, there were those days when men would stare at you and wish you were theirs. But T’Challa knew that you were his.

Even more?  He knew that for once, he actually deserved you.

You never thought you would say this, but were glad the two of you were able to fix it.

Thank the gods you didn’t go through with the divorce.

Author’s Note:  Aaaaaand that is all folks!  Hope y’all liked it.  Just a little brainchild I made up in my head.  Comment to let me know what you think.

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The Arrangement

Author’s Note:  So I’ve been mulling this theme over for a while and I finally decided to write it.  So many people liked ‘The Divorce’ so I hope this “prequel” is just as good.  Enjoy!

Oh and here’s the link to The Divorce if anyone wants to read it.  Hope y’all enjoy that too.

Special thanks to @wakanda-inspired​​  for being so supportive.  You rule sis!

Warnings:  Nothing much, just curse words and strong sexual references.

Disclaimer:  None of the images used are mine.

They say that gods are all powerful, that they can do whatever they want.

A part of that is true.  

Zeus can strike down anyone he wished with lightning.

Poseidon holds dominions over the ocean.

Yet, people also say the we are slaves to our own desires like pride, greed and lust.

Gods - with their many illegitimate children and mistresses, certainly are no exception.

So, which is it, are they all powerful or not?

You, the goddess of springtime, never considered yourself to super extraordinary.

Sure, you helped the human with their crops and could make beautiful flowers, but if Zeus was the king on the chessboard then what were you?

Right, a pawn.

It wasn’t that you desired power though, your mother did that for you.

Yes, you loved her as much as any child could ever love her mother.

But, she - like many goddesses, could never just let things be.

“You need a husband,” Demeter nagged, “A powerful one.”

“Mama,” you groaned, your toga billowing the breeze as the two of you walked in her garden elbow-in-elbow, “I do not wish to be married.”

“We are women, child.  It does not matter what we wish in this world.  Now I’ve considered some prospects for you,” your mother spoke, “but you need to approve them.”

“Fine.  Go ahead.”

“Apollo?”

You pictured the blond sun god in your head.

“Handsome, and he’s not an ass, but he is currently infatuated with some human girl named Sharon Carter so that’s a no for me.  Moving on.”

“Ares.”

“Arrogant bastard with community penis.  Next.”

“Hermes?”

“Too quick for his own good, and Hecate will kill me if I sleep with her beloved brother,” you said dismissively.

“Fine,” your mother huffed, “...Hades?”

You stopped for a moment, considering the god of death.

“...No.”

“Persephone!”

“Mama you know I hate that name.  The humans gave me that title.”

“And you know I hate seeing my child with no man.  You are the goddess of spring and one of the most beautiful jewels on Mount Olympus.  I will not have my child wither away when she is worthy of so much more.”

You sighed, “Alright, just...give me some time to think it over.”

“Very well.  But I expect an answer soon.”

But you didn’t give your mother an answer soon - or at least, not soon enough for her liking.

Months later, you came back to your mother’s gardens, thinking it was just another visit.

“Morning Hebe,” you said to goddess of youth.

“Good morning Persephone.”

“Where is my mother?”

“She is in the dining room I think.  Some man is with her.”

“Some man?”

“Mhmm,” you mother’s cup bearer replied, “I have to go.  My shift is over and I have to be at Mount Olympus to serve Hera her precious ambrosia.  Later!”

Confused, you watched at Hebe left and walked to the dining room.

Your golden sandals clicked and clacked as you quickened your pace.

Mother hadn’t had an affair since before she had you.  Who was this man?

The servants silently opened the big white doors to the dining room and you saw your mother sitting there with a grim figure.

“Ah Persephone my dear.  I am glad you could make it,” she said, “Meet T’Challa, the god of death.  The humans call him...Hades.”

Your eyes widened as the god of death regarded you with cool dark eyes.

Aw shit.

The three of you ate in silence as you chewed on vegetables and feta cheese.

“This food is delicious Demeter,” Hades said respectfully.

“Well Hebe is a wonder in the kitchen.  We would have asked Hestia to provide the meal but she got tied up last minute.”

“Everything is fine.  Thank you for inviting me.”

“You are most welcome.  And I know my daughter is happy to see you as well.  Isn’t that right, Persephone?”

“Oh um...of course,” you said politely, not missing your mother’s cue, “It is an honor to have you here in our humble home.”

“The pleasure is mine,” the god replied, sipping his wine, “Especially when I am requested by such a young and beautiful flower.”

Your breath caught for a second when a drop of the wine he was drinking cascaded down his chin, neck and disappeared into the shadows below his strong chest.

Gods, he was fine.

A familiar feeling flecked between your thighs at the way the god smirked at you, and you knew you needed to excuse yourself.

“Oh no,” you huffed when you “accidentally” spilled wine on your toga, “I’m such a klutz.  I’ll be right back.”

With that, you left.

“Ugh...fuck,” you groaned quietly as you rubbed your clit.

It sucked that you decided to relieve your sexual frustration right in the middle of dinner, but a goddess had her needs.

Then, right when you were about to reach your climax...

KNOCK!  KNOCK!

Your eyes popped open.

“Coming,” you called, getting out of bed and putting your toga and gold crown back on.

When you opened the door, you were pushed backwards.

Hades closed the door.

“It is rude to push your way into a lady’s room,” you said coldly.

“It is even ruder to pleasure yourself while your mother has a guest downstairs.  Are you finished assaulting your pussy or should I give you some more time alone?”

“I wasn’t pleasuring myself,” you lied, “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if the elusive god of death likes to watch.”

“Oh I do.  Are you offering?”

“Fuck you,” you snapped, turning around.

Hades glared and pushed you down on your bed.

“Let me go,” you snapped as the god trapped your arms above you with one hand.

“No.”

“I’ll scream.”

“And let your mother find out her precious baby was masturbating during dinner?  Do it.  I dare you.”

You glared and steamed with silence as Hades seeped his strong hand down your thigh.

“Mmm,” he moaned with satisfaction, “You are quite pretty, aren’t you?  No, beautiful - no...exquisite.”

“What, you haven’t seen an attractive woman before?”

“Not as attractive as you.  Let’s see what other surprises you have.”

The god’s hand soon found its way between your legs.

“Wait,” you whispered, “Don’t touch that - oh fuck.”

Hades grinned wickedly as he rubbed around your clit.

“My,” he said, “You are full of surprises.”

“Let me go.  I do not like this.”

“Yes you do.  You love it.  And I’ll be you also love this.”

You gasped as the god of death curled up his index finger inside you.

“Oh yes,” he said, “That’s what I thought.”

“This is very unseemly.”

“Good.  That's the way I like it,” he said, pulling up your toga and spreading your legs as he lowered his head between them, “Do feel free to scream while your mother is downstairs.  It excites me.”

After Hades was done with you, the two of you stared up at the ceiling in nothing but your covers.

“My mother will be livid,” you said.

“Trust me.  She knows what we are doing.”

“How would she?  I made sure to be quiet.”

“You honestly do not know do you?”

“Know what?”

“Zeus and the other gods have voted that I need a wife.  Hera suggested you, and your mother agreed.”

You sat up, “She didn’t.”

“Yes she did.”

“No...she wouldn’t just...volunteer me like that.”

“Well she did.  And it worked out well,” Hades soothed, rubbing his hand down your spine, “You and I fit quite well together.  Literally.”

You sighed, “I suppose you are right.”

Your frown did not go unnoticed.

“Is it really that horrible considering me as your husband?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I just...I thought relationships would be different.  I’ve been with me before and most of them don’t even know what a clitoris is or how to stimulate it.  But you...  You are arrogant, and rude and too frank to be considered respectful-”

“Gee thanks,” Hades said sarcastically.

“But that was best sex I have ever had.”

Hades smiled, “Well if you marry me, we can fuck like that as much as you wish.”

“There is more to a marriage than sex.”

“But sex is a big part of it.  Come now, Kore.  Do not act as if you would not be unhappy in a relationship where your husband would never touch you.  A woman needs to be pleasured.”

He had a point.

“But we are so different.  What if we are not a good match?”

“What if we are?  We will have eternity to figure that out.  Now, do you want this arrangement?”

“Yes.”

“Then marry me,” Hades said, pulling you on top of him, “and be my queen.”

You sighed, “...Okay.”

The wedding was beautiful.  

All of the Gods, from Hera to Hecate to Hermes were there.

Zeus had offered to hold the ceremony on Olympus, and everything was shimmering gold.

Before the wedding commenced, you took it upon yourself to mingle with the other gods.

“You look lovely,” Hecate said, approaching you and giving you a cordial kiss on the cheek.

“Hecate,” you greeted, “So glad you could come.”

“I am glad I could come.  Not everyday that the forces of magic can rest so that their queen can take a break.”

“Well I am glad you are enjoying your rest.  Liking the festivities.”

“Quite.  But I would like to give you a word of advice.”

Her face turned serious as her eyes flashed red.

“Beware of The Divorce.”

With that, she turned and left.  But you were confused.

What was that about...?

That night, Hades led you to his bedroom.

“You have a lovely castle,” you commented.

The halls were ornate with gold and black.

“Thank you,” he said, “My mother was instrumental in creating much of the decoration.”

“You speak highly of her.”

“She is instrumental in my life.  When my father died, she held our family together.  You shall meet her later.”

“And then you and Ares met...”

“Yes,” Hades replied, recalling the stories he had told you, “We were not on the best of terms at first but now we are practically brothers.  But enough about me...”

He pushed you on the bed.

“Tonight is about us.”

And as Hades - or T’Challa as he later allowed you to call him, sunk down on top of you, you had one final thought of optimism.

Perhaps the arrangement between you two would work after all.

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