Disney Villains x Clueless!Reader || Excerpts
Plot: You had absolutely no idea about their villainous deeds… until you walked in. Part 1??
Characters Included: Cruella De Vil, Hades, Jafar, Lots-O’-Huggin Bear
Warnings: Angst. Also kidnapping, hypnosis, and attempted gas lighting/manipulation.
Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @miss_understood , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @yesthetrashbin . Hey y'all! Have some drama with your August. xo
Cruella De Vil:
When you walked into Cruella’s house, using your own key (You were meant to surprise her. It was supposed to be nice!), and heard her talking to Le Pelt on the phone in her office, you were so shocked. And so was she, when she left her office and saw you there in the hallway with a horrified look on your face.
Cruella is non-too-happy about your surprise, that is for sure. As soon as she lays eyes on you and realises what you just heard, she is so frustrated. Now you’re going to make this a thing, damnit. You’re probably going to try to leave her- all because you acted stupid and tried to surprise her. Ugh! … now darling, don’t lose your little head over this, they’re just some puppies, after all- When you immediately turn and storm back towards the front door again, chucking your key at a hallway table, Cruella wouldn’t move. She wouldn’t run after you; She’s not the type. But the frustration in her voice would build and she’d give up trying to be calm and careful with you, yelling after your retreating form. Wait right there! Y/N! Turn around. You walk out that door and you’ll never work in this- or any industry, ever again! I promise you that!-
When you slam the door behind you, she will not follow you.
… But never fret, she does care… and she’ll have her admirers Le Pelt and Alonzo abduct you in the middle of the night.
Good, put the nitwit in the truck, now. Gently, you fools. Y/N- you didnt think it would be that easy, did you?? Ha! We're taking the train to Paris, soon. You've always wanted to go- so keep quiet and enjoy the ride...
Hades:
When you walked into the throne room and saw Hades holding Meg up off the ground precariously by her throat, and you heard him say something about taking over Olympus and Hercules- and Hades noticed you standing there horrified and disgusted- everything stopped.
Hades would know immediately that he fucked up. That you would have a hard time forgiving him- if you ever did at all. He would know.
Hades would be desperate. He’d be pathetic, true slimy used-cars-salesman style; Following you as you storm out of the room and down the hall to your room and begging you all the way. Offering you things which fast develop from foot rubs and chocolate coated strawberries to being Master of the Gods- Master of the World- Master of whatever you want! He tries to convince you that this is a good thing, that he’s doing it for you, so you two can be happy together.
This is all while you’re grabbing your most important things and throwing them into a sack, throwing him poisonous glares because how dare he even look at you right now that make him flinch and be quiet. If only for a second. Overall, the man cannot stop talking.
I love you, babe, you can’t- No, no, you’re not leaving. I’m not gonna just allow-
Okay okay okay, I get it! I get it, I shouldn’t threaten you right now, I get it. I’m sorry. You- you probably need some time to cool off, yeah?? Hey, that makes sense!! I would be the same, yeah?? You know what? Take a week- two! Take two weeks… take all the time y’like. And then when you’re ready, you’ll call me, and we’ll talk! I’ll set out a nice cheese platter, some wine,.. we’ll make it a picnic! It’ll be great! Ba- Babe, you’ll understand, you’ll agree, I promise! This is- this is the best thing for the both of us! I promise! I- I’m only thinking of you, sweetheart, of us. I promise! Baby- after I do this, we’ll have everything! I swear! Everything we ever wanted; You can get that house on the mountainside you had your eye on, doesn’t that sound fabulous??
And Zeus?!
Zeus?! Zeus, is a needle brained moron who doesn’t deserve- Okay okay! I’m sorry! You’re right, you’re absolutely right, baby how are you always so right about everything?? We'll set him up with a nice cottage on the coast. What??? That’s a good deal! Coconuts, babes in bikinis, the sky- he'll love it! Come on-
The man would end up on his knees, reaching for you, but you just slip out of his way, flashing another terrible glare. He has talked a lot while you packed but you've said barely two words. And its terrifying to him.
Baby… sweetheart, where’re you gonna be? You- you’re comin back, right?
… Just tell me if you’re coming back, please. Gimmie something-
No.
Jafar:
When you walked in and heard Jafar and Iago cackling about marrying the princess and hurting the poor Sultan, and they saw you standing there, Iago immediately flew off leaving more matted feathers on Jafar’s shoulder than usual from the force he used to get away so fast.
Jafar groans, brushing the feathers off him and muttering. Meanwhile you’re horrified, disgusted, creeped out- and about a million other awful emotions all at once, but you stand your ground. You lift your chin and you focus on him. You ask, really? Is that true?? Are you- Are you going to do that??? Is that the plan!?
… an eye roll, is the response you get and that make you feel even sicker. How could you??? As Jafar starts to cross the throne room, at his leisure, towards you- you start to completely lose your composure; Panic building. The- The sultan is a good man! He’s been kind. He’s your friend! I- I- I don’t understand! Jafar, I- Please, explain!
He sighs at that idea and rolls his eyes deeply, getting closer, leading with his snake staff as he always does. I already tried that.
Wh- What?
You heard me, Y/N. Now stay still.
You don’t know what he means by that, but you don’t like it, it- he, scares you. So quickly you try to turn and leave the room, leave him, but he’s too close now and his fingers are surprisingly strong; Holding you forcefully right where you are. That staff’s pushed right in front of your face, the snake’s eyes beginning to glow and burn into yours. This won’t hurt at all, my dear…
… This isn’t the first time you’ve walked in, before.
Lotso:
When you walked into the library, seeing one of the new toys tied to the ‘time out’ chair that Lotso told you (No, no. Swore to you) was a joke, you were shocked. And it was dark, so Lotso didn’t see you at first.
Twitch did. But by that point you’d heard too much, eyes wide and furious. Uh… boss?
Uhuh what Twitch? I’m kinda in the middle of something here-
Your uh… your Keeper’s, here.
Wha- my- Oh, honey! At first, Lotso tries to act like you don’t even see what’s right in front of you. Like you’re blind. Like you’re stupid. Like he can wash it all away with some papa bear charm and a kind smile- but there is something darker behind it that you see, now. What are you doin’ outta bed, sweetheart?? Its so late! You’ve had a long day. I’ll be with you in just a second, I just… When he realises that your canyon-deep glare isn’t getting any lighter, he lets it go. He lets it all go; All the sweetness and the charm that you knew him for and all that is left is… something cruel. He looks at you in a full deadpan, a cruel and disappointed deadpan that makes you actually feel cold. Physically. Alright, honey, what’d you see?
Everything!
And what do you plan t’do about it, huh?
I, I…
Hmmm?
…
That’s right sweetpea, there aint nothin’ you can do! This is my shop, now. C’mon, come with me, I’ll explain it all to ya, and you’ll see that this is the best thing for everybo-
I’ll leave.
When you say that, all the warmth in the room is sucked out- some of the other toys like Twitch and Ken look to eachother slightly wide eyed behind Lotso’s back. The look on his face turns from patronising to hard, mean, mad.
He can’t accept that. … Grab ‘em, boys.
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Newts and Water Hyacinths
Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader
Summary : Deciding to spend his day with his favourite girl, Eddie goes to her home, but where is she?
Word Count : 1.2K
Warnings : Pure fluff, use of Y/N, potential incorrect information about plants, pet names, reader is basically the child of Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom, kisses, Eddie is whipped lol.
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Eddie coming over wasn’t a new thing at all, you were friends for a year or so before dating so him being at your home was a common occurrence.
He knocked on the front door before pushing it open and letting himself in. “Honey I’m home,” he called out, chuckling lightly. No response. “Baby? Where are you?”
Wondering through the lounge and the kitchen he couldn’t find the girl he adored so much. Jogging up the stairs, fingers tapping on the bedroom door before he entered.
Cosy and neat-ish, well your neat. Plants all over the room in various sizes and colours, books stacked upon books, notebooks and journals overflowing with drawings and facts about animals and plants, shells and pretty rocks sat on shelves. Not here either.
Eddie tried not to panic but couldn’t really help it, there was only one other place you’d be. He pushed back the nets on your window slightly and sighed with relief.
The small stream sparkling in the days sunlight. Stood in patchwork dungarees, and wellie boots, a smile noticeable from miles away, was you, Eddies favourite person.
Many people couldn’t believe that you and Eddie were dating. His mean and satanic appearance making it seem impossible for him to be with someone so kind and loveable.
But you were one of the few people who saw through Eddies outer layer, saw him for the sweet and gentle boy he really was.
Smiling to himself Eddie headed back down the stairs, through the kitchen and out the back door. Wandering down to the beautiful stream. “Hey Sweetheart!”
Looking up from your crouched position you smiled at the curly haired metal head. “You found me.”
“I’ll always find you. Figured if you weren’t in the house, you’d be here. Found anything.”
Nodding and brushing a stray hair away from your face you picked up a water filled jar that also held a small newt. “Aren’t they cute Eds?” you asked, standing up to show him.
“It’s a red spotted newt, they’re not normally from places like this, so I might take them inside. Get dad to take a look, make sure they’re safe,” as you explained, he watched your brows furrow in slight concern for the creature.
“That’s a real sweet thought, I think it’s a great idea. We might have to get them somewhere a little bigger to stay though,” he suggested, to which you nodded.
Picking up one of your journals from the slightly damp grass, you passed the jar to Eddie. Climbing from the steam a ramble began, “I drew a couple of water hyacinths too, which isn’t great, I’ll have to tell mom. They can be really invasive, they’re actually a hazard for boats and grow really quickly!”
“Is that right?” Eddie said, sliding his hand into your free one, holding the jar with their newt buddy in the other. “Mhm it’s real pretty Ed’s but so dangerous!”
“Like you?”
“Me?!” your eyes widening as you looked at the boy.
“Yeah baby, just like you. So pretty, but you’re almost like a siren!”
“How?”
“Everyone just loves you. All wanna be your friends, or more. You have to let them all down easy cause you’ve got your bunch already.”
Nodding in agreement, “‘M not dangerous though Eds.”
“With eyes as pretty as those baby, you could make anyone do anything you wish. Trust me I know.”
“You know Ovid said that Sirens were friends of the Goddess Persephone, they were turned into monsters when Hades abducted her.”
“How do you keep all that knowledge in that head?”
“Dunno. It’s nothing useful though,” you shrugged. Motioning to the bench near the back door Eddie placed the jar down, “Sit.”
You complied. “Its interesting though, and some people will think it’s useful, depends who you talk too.” He squatted down, gently taking you boot covered foot in hand.
“Hm, maybe.”
“Definitely, do you know how much I hear Henderson praising you and saying how cool you are for knowing all this stuff. Even Sinclair Junior thinks it’s awesome and nothing impresses her,” he laughed, pulling the red boot off and placing it next to the bench to dry.
Wiggling your toes, Eddie smiled at your multicoloured thick socks. “Erica’s a sweetheart.”
“So are you, saving that newt, saving the steam from those flowers, saving me from being a lonely old grump.”
That did make you laugh, as he pulled off the other boot you spoke, “You’d never end up alone, so many people love you. Including me.”
“Yeah? You love me?” he grinned, it wasn’t a phrase you’d really said to him before.
“Yeah Eds, I love you a lot. Favourite person and all. Only person who I share everything with.”
“I love you too, and thank you for that, love your rambles. Love everything about you sweet girl.”
Standing up his full height he took her hands, “Careful, climb up on the bench, don’t want you dirtying your socks.” Slowly standing up, keeping your hands in Eddies, now taller than him.
Leaning down you softly pressed your lips to his plush ones, arms wrapping round his neck and legs around his waist. Pulling away you spoke, “Don’t drop me.”
“Never,” he stated, pecking your lips again.
“I’ll come back for you in a sec buddy,” he said to the orange amphibian in the glass jar. Placing you down on the counter, Eddie could only beam at you, pushing falling strands of hair behind your ears he kissed you once more.
It was always something that made your heart feel like it’d come out of your chest. Fingers running through the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging slightly so he’d know not to stop.
If you didn’t have to breathe, you’d never let him stop, never ever. Would kiss him for the rest of time. Breaking away with a chuckle, Eddie rubbed his thumb on your rosy cheeks, kissing there too.
“You go and find a bigger home for our friend and I’ll go fetch ‘em and your journal, okay?” Words weren’t working for you at the minute, mind still racing from the kiss, so nodding would have to do.
Jumping down from the counter gently, you rummaged though the cupboards for a suitable waiting space. Perfect an old fish bowl, “Hey Eds we’ll have to make a trip back down to the stream,” you called out.
“Why’s that?” head popping round the door, and placing the jar and book on the side, Eddie wandered over. “Need the water, don’t want the little guy to get sick. Too much change can’t be good.”
“I’ll go, you stay put,” kissing your cheek once more, he grabbed the fish bowl and wandered away. Watching him walk down the garden, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were.
Having someone so kind, so considerate, a great friend, and even better boyfriend, just someone who you never had to pretend with. You could just be Y/N and he could just be Eddie. And that was perfect for you.
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relationship hcs ; hades
requested by ; anonymous (17/05/23)
fandom(s) ; disney’s hercules
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; hades
outline ; “hiii :] i was wondering if you could write some nsfw and sfw hcs of hades (disneys version) being your s/o? thank you so much!!!! im 19 btw, less then a month from turning 20!”
warning(s) ; none, just fluff!
although your boyfriend’s aspirations and goals are extremely outrageous, and his treatment of those beneath him is less than ideal, hades is never anything less than a sweetheart to you — going to great efforts to make sure you are accommodated and respected everywhere you go in the underworld (even if that usually causes quite the headache and some screaming rows between himself and some of his more rebellious/stubborn subjects)
he always makes an effort to impress you, showing you a side of himself that is a complete gentleman worthy of the title of ‘ruler of the underworld’ (and hopefully ‘king of the gods’ with you by his side): dressing in his finest robes, offering you his outermost layer of clothing if you mention feeling cold, offering you his arm as you walk side by side, bringing you gifts, and calling you the sweetest pet names (think things along the lines of ‘sweets’ or ‘darling’ depending on whether you’re in a private area or not)
he’s quick to get jealous and will lash out severely at anyone he deems as being too ‘flirty’ with you — hair burning into a veritable inferno, yelling so loud you can feel the vibrations of his voice messing with your heart, and sending the other person scurrying away with their tail between their legs before regaining his composure, taking a deep breath, smoothing his hair down and turning to talk to you as if all of that hadn’t just happened
hades is extremely playful and loves making you laugh, which means that the two of you have so many inside jokes that make absolutely no sense to anyone else — it also means that whenever he’s dragged up to olympus he’s sat with you, a glass of alcohol in hand, making sassy comments about the other gods whilst you try your best not to burst out laughing at whatever he’s saying
he always joins in on whatever gossip you’ve heard with as much enthusiasm as you (if not even more than you) — hanging off of your every word, nodding along to your words, giving appropriate reactions (e.g. ‘really?’, ‘oh they did not do that’, ‘what a moron’, ‘he’s a guy!’, etc.) and even offering up some gossip of his own that he’s learned from the fates or that he’s learned from some of his servants in the mortal realm (meg, for instance, is an excellent source of juicy gossip if you can manage to get a hold of her)
he has a habit of referring to you as his ‘king/queen/co-ruler’ when talking to his servants and any mortals he’s stumbled upon whilst doing his job — it’s generally believed that he’s just talking about the underworld but you know all too well that he’s talking about something much, much grander
whenever he’s in a low mood, he recharges by basically collapsing on top of you and complaining very dramatically about whatever is bothering him — either burying his face in your chest whilst you cradle him there and stroke his back, or lounging over your lap and clutching his hands over his eyes whilst he rants and you caress the side of his face and listen to his complaints
(he does the same for you, of course, but sometimes it’s nice for him to be vulnerable and let you take care of him)
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WIP Wednesday: The Elysium
For @adhdavinci and @eriquin , here are some excellent underworld softies for you. BIG WARNING for allusions to physical abuse - I always intended Mel to be escaping a bad situation at home, but writing it was hard. It is allusions, no graphic descriptions, but I still want you all to take care.
I am really liking this story so far! Hades and Persephone are my favorite characters in just about any media. Victorian mythologists did them so dirty - I love the idea of Persephone just strolling into the underworld one day and saying, huh, yeah I live here. Anyway, enjoy!
He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived. The flash faded, the noise of the club outside came rushing back against the walls. Mel was still holding their hand, eyes still wide.
I knelt down in front of their chair. “Here.” I handed them their water cup. “You need to drink. You’ve just been through a large shock and you’re hurt. Water, and then we’ll see about a change of clothes and some food, okay?”
They held my gaze for a moment, and then they nodded slowly. They took the cup from me and sipped a little.
“Good. We’ll see about getting the first aid kit and maybe a hea…doctor for you. No hospital, okay? But a doctor I trust.”
They nodded again.
Persie drew up a chair next to them. “Mel, sweetheart, we need to ask you if there’s anyone to call, anyone who can come get you. A family member, a friend…”
Mel looked between us for a moment. They seemed to be caught in a loop, a world away from the kid Greg brought in. I saw their lip tremble just in time to guide their water to the table before they began to cry.
At once, their face went bright red, and they roughly wiped at their face as though angry at their tears. They cried in short, quiet sniffs, as though they couldn’t be loud. Persie patted their head, murmuring shhh, shhhhh, and I summoned the box of tissues off the counter. They took one and scrubbed at their eyes.
“Sorry. I’m really sorry, um, Lady Persephone, Mr Hades, I’m sorry,” They stammered. “No I…I don’t have anyone. No…family. My friends are all far…away. I can’t go…home. He…I can’t..go home.”
“Oh sweetheart,” Persephone whispered, pulling Mel’s head into her shoulder. It was a gesture of comfort, but I knew it was also to hide the fires of hellish rage in her eyes from them. She glanced at me as Mel kept crying, and I knew she saw the same in mine. “Okay. We hear you. We won’t call home, and I’m going to go get you a blanket, okay?”
They started to take some deep breaths, and nodded. As Persie got up, I took her seat. Mel seemed suprised when I held an arm out for them to rest on me, but when Persie smiled at them, they leaned on my shoulder. “I got you, kid,” I said, “I got you.” Staying still, allowing them space to process what very well could be the most harrowing night of their life, was the most difficult thing I had done in months.
I am not a God inclined to violence, vengeance, or impulse. I don’t need to be - my kingdom is inevitable, and all meet their judgment in my court anyway. But there are some actions by mortals, and by gods, that fire my anger so hot it burns me to be released. I wanted drag this child’s tormentor to the gates of the lowest pit of Tartarus and show them the future they earned.
But I am not a god of violence. And the only thing I wanted to do more in this moment, was make sure this kid was safe enough to cry as much as they needed. I would ask them to them stay in our home, let them know that we can earn their trust if they will allow us to try, and damn me, guide them on this fucking quest, even if it meant great danger. They needed to know that someone would do that, for them. And when Persephone returned with one of her hoard of blankets to wrap around them, I knew as we sat there in our break room that she felt the same.
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and he kissed me right here
pairing: modern!bucky barnes x reader
word count: 6,100
summary: I've always been sure that all I ever wanted was a glamorous life.
warnings: Cuss words, mentions of the Afghanistan war (Bucky is a veteran), angst, happy ending, cheesy romantic confessions, age gap
a/n: This is based on the song 'Stars and the Moon' from Songs for a New World! It's the first one shot in my musical series! This is written in first perspective, but there is no physical description or use of a name in this!
Twenty-Two
I sighed as I tossed a few more dirty plates into the dish window, wiping my brow. After a shitty dinner rush and an even shittier rush around two in the morning consisting only of drunk ass college kids looking for some sort of carb to suck up all the alcohol in their systems, I was ready to go the fuck home.
“Sweetheart, you head on home now,” the head chef insisted as he watched my head nod slightly as I tried my best to fight off sleep. “Ain’t nobody comin’ in before Melissa gets here. No point in you staying on your feet any longer.”
Louis was a godsend. At sixty-seven years old, you’d think he would rather be anywhere but a diner at almost four in the morning.
“Nah,” he had said when I’d asked him a few months after I’d first started. “My Ginny died a few years back, and since she’s been gone, I don’t really have the stomach to sit around that house all alone.” He had laughed, but there’d been a deep sorrow that had come over his deep brown eyes. “Kids are worried, but… Sleeping the day away is better than laying up at night staring at her side of the bed…”
“You sure, Lou?” I asked even as I headed for the back room where all the employees clocked in and kept their possessions in their own little cubbies. I did my checkout in view of the security camera, just like always. I didn’t want anyone to be able to say I stole anything.
Everyone who knew me knew that I wouldn’t, but I’d worked at two many places where the girls tried backstabbing each other and sabotaging everyone else to get them fired.
Though people were a lot nicer in Louisiana than any of the other places I’d lived.
Louis chuckled as he set a to-go box in the window, nodding towards it. “Mmhm. Long as Buck is getting you home safe.”
I gave him a joking eye roll as I took the to-go box gratefully, grinning at my name written in all caps with green Sharpie on top. “You know you don’t have to make me dinner every night.”
“Yes, I do,” he said, shooting me a look. “How else do I know you’re getting enough food in you, huh?” He pointed his rag at me. “Now you go ask him to get you home. Tell him I said he can clock out, and that he’s supposed to text me when he sees you safe inside. You better not say you’re gonna ask him again just to walk yourself home.” The old man shook his head as I headed for the back door, muttering to himself, “Damn girl thinks I’m gonna believe she’s feeding herself good enough when she’s risking her damn ass walking home alone.”
Despite the fact that I’d put off asking for Bucky Barnes’s service, I really did appreciate how fiercely Louis cared about me.
It had been a real long time since anyone had cared so much.
I hesitated at the back door of the diner, my hand resting against the cool metal.
What if he said no?
Granted, he most likely wouldn’t. But what if he said yes, and he secretly thought me some dumb little girl that couldn’t take care of herself?
What did I care if he thought that?
“I don’t care what he thinks of me,” I huffed as I straightened my shoulders, holding my chin a little higher.
“Stop talking to yourself and get going!”
I jumped in surprise, before shooting a glare in the direction of the kitchen. “Stop listening in on my private conversations!” I demanded before storming outside with new found vigor.
Only to freeze when Bucky looked up from where he was sitting on the curb, smoking a cigarette.
God, he was handsome.
“You okay, doll face?” He asked, his New York accent a sharp contrast to the southern drawls you were used to.
“Um… Y-Yeah,” I said faintly, glancing back at the door that I’d come in from. “Um… L-Louis wants me to ask you… Can you walk me home? Or give me a ride? I don’t… I don’t know if you drive…”
“I do drive.”
“O-Oh. Okay. Great.”
“But I don’t have my car on me.”
I peered at him curiously. “Oh. Um… I can just walk by myself. I don’t wanna… I don’t wanna be a nuisance…”
He stood up, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. “Don’t be ridiculous, darlin.’ Come on. I’ll walk you.” He shoved his hands in his pockets as he began to head for the street. “Besides… It’s a real nice night.”
“Oh…,” I said in surprise at how ready he was to be of service. “Okay. But only if you’re sure.”
A faint smile graced his lips as he glanced at the ground, letting out a faint chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest. “I’m sure, darlin.’ But you gotta lead the way.”
I was surprised by the rapid pitter patter of my heart beat as we walked side by side down the street, the chorus of ‘Yellow Brick Road’ getting stuck in my head on a loop.
Bucky was an enigma that I found myself wondering about more often than not, but I always ended up talking myself out of going there. After all, he was an older man. A much older man. At least fifteen years older than my own twenty-two years, or something along those lines, not that he looked it. The man looked like some kind of rugged Greek god. Like Hades if Hades was born in the eighties. His dog tags clinked together under his shirt as we walked, his metal prosthetic glinting in the moon.
“So how did you end up in NOLA?”
It took me a moment to even realize that he was talking to me, my heart skipping a beat and my face going hot in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked.
His bright blue eyes flickered over to look me over. “How’d you end up in New Orleans?”
“I actually don’t know,” I snorted, avoiding his eyes as I kicked at a few broken up pieces of asphalt. “I just… Picked a bus ticket and ended up in one of the Carolinas. Then I picked another bus ticket and ended up in Minnesota. And then I picked another, and another, and another, and then I actually just… ended up here.” The months I’d spent alone on those Greyhounds felt both so long ago and also like it was just yesterday. “The diner was the first place someone recommended for food that’s good but cheap, and as I was eating my mountain of cheese fries, I saw the flyer that said they were hiring. So here I am now…”
“Huh,” he said, his brows furrowed. “I didn’t take you for the type of person to run off on your own… riding buses all over the country…”
Head tilting to the side, I gave him a long look. “You didn’t? What kind of type did you peg me for?”
Bucky gave me a long look, a single brow raised as though silently telling me that I jumped to conclusions. “Just that jumping from place to place can take a lot outta someone,” he said slowly, his voice low and soothing. “Hell, if you were my girl—” He broke off as his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink, his long hair falling in his face.
I swore my heart had stopped inside of my chest, and I swallowed thickly around the lump in my throat. “Oh?”
He rushed to try to correct his wording. “I-I just mean, a lady should be comfortable. And if I had a g-girl like you, well… You’d never want for anything,” he stammered, stumbling over his words like a flustered school boy. “Hell, I… I’d give you the stars and the moon…”
I was shocked into silence, staring up at him like he was the sun itself. “Bucky…”
“No, no, don’t say anything. I… I know that was a lot,” he insisted quietly, unable to meet your eyes as he stared up at the shitty apartment building you called home. “Hell, you probably don’t want a gross old man hitting on you.” His metal hand, glinting in the low light of the street lamp, reached up to brush against my cheek for just a moment before it quickly dropped. “Just let me walk you home each night so I can make sure you’re safe, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I breathed out, unable to take my eyes off of him as he took a few steps back.
There’s a somewhat playful smirk on his lips as he watched me stumble up the steps, continuously glancing back at him. “Goodnight, baby doll.”
“Goodnight,” I said, barely audible before I finally headed inside.
Bucky kept his word. He walked me home every night, and honestly, there wasn’t a moment that I wasn’t thinking about what he had said, about if I was his girl.
What if I was his girl?
But… with that meant I’d have to give up the life I’d dreamed for myself. I wanted luxury, to never worry about bills or where I was gonna get my next meal or if I could afford to buy the nice work shoes or if I could only get the cheap ones that would fall apart in three months and then I’d just be right back where I started.
I wanted the life that celebrities lived. Hell, I wanted to go to parties on the same yachts the Kardashian-Jenners did, even if I couldn’t fucking stand them.
And with Bucky… I wouldn’t have that.
“So why’d you go on the run anyway?” Bucky asked one night as we sat on the curb, eating ice cream in the Louisiana heat. “I know you told me how you got here, but you’ve never told me why.”
“You’ve never told me how you ended up here or why either,” I shot back, nudging his shoulder with my own.
Somehow the age difference seemed non-existent as we sat there. Honestly, I felt like we were just a bunch of dumb teenagers, shooting the shit and enjoying each other’s company.
Bucky took in a deep breath, his shoulders sinking in a way that made it look like he had all the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I was over in Afghanistan for a long time,” he admitted quietly. “When the war first started, I was 19. I had no idea where my life was going and I had no options except my dad’s mechanic shop. So I enlisted with my best friend, Steve. The one I told you about.”
It’s completely silent except for the sound of an occasional car horn off in the distance.
“Neither one of us knew what we were doing. We realized very quickly that we had no reason being over there, but… but there was nothing else,” he said, swallowing around the lump in his throat. The ice cream he was holding was melting in his trembling hands. “I didn’t know how to do anything else, so I stayed. Steve moved up in the ranks, but I stayed pretty low… I didn’t mind. Kinda liked being the older guy all those young kids could talk to, could rely on… Because they were just like me, getting into a fight that wasn’t theirs because they had nothing else.”
My heart was shattering inside my chest as I scooted a little closer, my knee knocking against his as I tried to give him some sort of silent comfort. He’d been through Hell and made it through.
Bucky let his head rest against mine, his eyes closing as he breathed in the scent of my perfume. “They eventually moved me to some kind of specialized team… Called us the Howling Commandos. I found out that Steve was heading it and he picked me to be part of it. That’s how I met Sam, because he was on some sort of similar team with the Air Force, except it was just him and his friend, Riley,” he continued, taking a bite of his chocolate fudge brownie ice cream. “I am proud to say that I didn’t kill a single person while I was over there. I just couldn’t. Hell, they’re people just like me, terrified and unsure of what’s going to happen.” His lips pressed against my forehead, letting it linger. “But then about five years ago, I was on a mission with the Commandos, Sam, and Riley, and… this bomb went off while we were playing a game of soccer. I wasn’t even in a fight. That thing took my arm and it took Riley.”
Tentatively, I let my fingers find his, holding his hand and squeezing reassuringly.
“Sam decided to come home with me.” There was a forlorn look in his eyes, as though he was right back at that game of pick-up soccer. “After losing Riley… he couldn’t find a reason to be over there. And then Steve decided to stay, and hell, he’s still over there, leading that fucking team…” Glassy baby blue eyes finally found mine, the both of us doing our best to not cry. “I couldn’t face my family for a long time, so Sam asked me to come stay in Louisiana with him and his family, and I haven’t left since.”
“Have you gone to see your family?” I asked slowly, almost like I was scared I’d frighten him if I spoke too loudly, like a wild animal. “Let them know where you are? That you’re safe?”
He turned to look at me, his baby blues shining. “You worried about me, baby doll?”
“I can’t help it,” I said honestly, unable to tear my eyes away. I hadn’t opened up to someone like that in so damn long. “I can’t help but worry about you.”
The way that I felt about Bucky absolutely terrified me, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. It snuck up on me, like a train coming around a bend.
I hated it.
“What do you want out of this life?” Bucky asked on one walk home, his arm linked in mine. He’d become so much more… tactile. If anyone took a moment to look at us, they’d think we were a couple on a romantic stroll.
Perhaps we were.
But I couldn’t help but grin as I looked up at the sky, taking in the warm air. “I wanna live like how the movie stars do… I want a big house on the beach and twenty cars and a yacht and… and…”
He looked at me long and hard. “And you never wanna have to worry about where your next meal is coming from, if you’re gonna have a place to sleep at night…”
For some reason, I’d felt a bolt of panic over whether or not he’d understand. Whether or not he’d think differently of me, but I should’ve known that he wouldn’t. Hell, he knew me better than anyone else.
“You understand,” I said quietly, my hand squeezing his bicep gratefully. “I want to live how the other half lives for once. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”
A small smile graced his features as we shuffled along. “There isn’t. But… What about love?” He asked.
“Love?”
“Love.”
Love.
Could I even have love? Did I want it?
“I don’t know if there’s a lot of room for love in my plans,” I admitted after a long moment. “In my experience, love has always just been a lie. A word used to manipulate and eventually abuse.”
Letting out a snort, he let his fingers tickle down my tricep until his fingers intertwined with mine. “I’d show you it’s not… I’d show you what real love is,” he said. “I’d give you every part of me, give you all my strength to help you grow into who you wanna be, even if I don’t particularly care about being famous or rich…” He brought my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “I’ll give you a love story, a life, that’s a million times better than any recycled Hollywood plot… I’ll give you the stars and the moon, if you would just let me.”
I hated the way that he made my heart beat faster, the way my breath hitched. “Jamie,” I breathed out quietly, the two of us having stopped in our tracks to just… take each other in. Live in each other’s presence for a moment. “I…”
“You want a big life… one a lot bigger than little old me,” he said simply, shrugging. His blue eyes were so honest, so loving. So warm. A warmth I hadn’t ever experienced before. “I know. But that doesn’t change that I’m in love with you. And if you ever change your mind…” Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, pressing it into my free hand. “This is where you can find me. I figure it’s time for me to go home.”
We’d come to a stop in front of my building, and I was shocked at how tight my chest felt. My eyes watered as I stared at him long and hard. “Jamie, please… I⏤”
“Don’t say it. It’s okay,” he insisted as he cupped my cheek, letting his thumb run over my skin as though he was memorizing it. “I just want you to be happy, darling. You got that?” His lips pressed to my forehead, letting it linger. “Go get that life you’ve been dreaming of.”
Twenty-Three
I left New Orleans the next day, grabbing a bus ticket after throwing all of my belongings into my old duffel bag. It was time to move on.
But God, did it hurt.
I didn’t stop crying for weeks, fighting the urge to go right back to Louisiana and tell Bucky to take it back, to get him to beg me to stay with him.
But what kind of life would that leave me with? Working in the diner day after day? Never getting anywhere?
But you’d have James, a voice inside my head reminded me snarkily.
Then again, he most likely wasn’t even in New Orleans anymore, if what he said was true when he gave me the business card of his father’s mechanic shop. Was he really planning on going home to New York City?
A few months later, and I’d worked my way all through the southwest to Santa Fe, where I met Pietro.
My heart was pounding as I pressed in the familiar numbers, having memorized them from the business card now soft and faded from how often I held it in my hands like a lifeline. “Come on… Pick up… Pick up…”
“Barnes Tires and Motors, this is George,” a man said in a gruff voice when he finally picked up. “How can I help you?”
“H-Hi, is James there? James Barnes? Bucky?” I stammered out, hands trembling so bad that the old payphone was almost rattling.
There was a pause, and then muffled talking away from the phone.
And then I heard it being picked up. “This is Bucky,” he said.
It felt like the wind had been knocked right out of my lungs. How had I gone so long without hearing his voice?
Breathing in sharply, I tried to figure out the words to say. But my throat was dry and it was like I’d suddenly forgotten the entire English language.
That was all that it took for Bucky to realize it was me. “Baby doll? Baby doll, is that you?” He asked quietly. “I…” He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “You don’t gotta say a thing, sweetheart… But just know that if you’re in trouble or you need help or… or anything at all, you better call me…” His voice wavered, as though he was fighting tears just like I was. “God, I miss you so much, baby doll. I love you.”
I love you, too.
I hung up before I could actually say the words. “God, I’m so fucking stupid,” I whispered as I leaned back against the wall of the gas station I’d found myself at, rubbing the heels of my hands into my eyes.
My dumb ass had decided to wander from the bus station, and I’d walked over a mile away. Unless I was staying in Santa Fe for a bit, I’d need to start making my way back.
“You okay?”
In my distress, I hadn’t even heard the rumbling of the motorcycle or noticed the handsome man making his way to me. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” I said even as I wiped my nose with a pathetic sniffle.
He eyed me for a long moment, his eyes roaming over my figure. “You hungry? I know a great little place nearby. My treat.”
And well, I was never one to turn down free food.
Even if that ‘little place’ ended up being a food truck.
“You know, when you said it was a little place, I didn’t picture it having wheels,” I said teasingly, licking salsa off of my lower lip. “Though, it is the best food I’ve ever gotten from a food truck before.”
“Oh, come on. This is the best food of all time!” He laughed, shaking his head.
“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” I snorted, finishing off my flautas.
Pietro looked at me long and hard. “So, are you gonna tell me what the hell was going on to have a pretty girl like you all teary eyed?” He asked, his head tilting to the side.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Was this your plan all along?” I asked. Wiping my hands off on a napkin, I did everything I could to avoid his eyes. “Get me all fed and then question me?” But at the same time, the thought of being able to finally talk to someone about it was so appealing… After a long moment of hesitation, I finally gave in. “I fell in love with a man, and he let me go because he knew that I want a life he can’t give me,” I said. “And I was a bitch who didn’t even tell him I love him back when he said it to me.”
Pietro took in a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “Damn. You really are a stone cold bitch, aren’t you?”
“Hey!” I indignantly threw a chunk of tomato at him, glaring. “I just opened up my heart, you dickwad.”
“Dickwad?!” He said, blinking at me in shock. “No one’s ever called me a dickwad before.”
I raised a single eyebrow at him. “Maybe not to your face, but they definitely have.” He gave off the vibe of a fuckboy, of a really, really bad fuckboy.
“Well, since you’re running away from your feelings, how about you spend a week or two with me on the road?” He asked with a grin.
I couldn’t help but blink at him in shock. “What?” I let out a laugh, pulling one of my legs up to my chest. “Do you throw that line out to every girl you meet? Or am I just special?”
Pietro threw a chip at me, and I barely managed to dodge it. “No, I don’t. But… You remind me of me. Needing adventure. A life bigger than four walls and a fence.”
Instinctively, I wanted to snap back that sometimes, four walls and a fence could be an adventure, could be the biggest life there was, as Bucky’s face flashed across my mind.
But I couldn’t do that. Not when I wasn’t ready to face the truth myself.
“Come on, sweet cheeks,” he teased as his foot hooked around mine. “Just think of it. The open highway, a rhythm beneath your feet… Nights full of passion and days of adventure…” Pietro’s voice was deep and husky, as though he was trying to lure me in. “No strings… just warm summer rain soaking us to the bone before we find some cheap motel to huddle down in…”
Plastering on a smile, I stood up and brushed myself on. “Thanks, but… I’d rather be drinking champagne, and the quicker I get to LA, the sooner I will be.”
He let me go with a kiss on the cheek and his cell number pressed into my hand, with a promise to come and pick me up the second I rang.
And despite how sweet he was, how wild and funny and charismatic, there was only one man I wanted to call.
Twenty-Four
I sipped at my martini as I sat at the rooftop bar, absentmindedly watching the television that was mounted on the wall as people droned around me. I’d been in Los Angeles for a year, and I’d spent my time finding the best places to find a husband who could give me the life I dreamed of.
As much as I didn’t want to admit it, it took connections to build a career, and the best way to get a foot in the door when nepotism was so rampant was by marrying someone in the industry.
My silk dress was the most expensive thing I owned, something I’d saved up for months for, had skipped meals for. And fuck, was it worth it. I could feel the stares, the lingering gazes on the little bit of thigh that was exposed by the slit in the dress.
I’d already turned away several men, able to tell just from their expensive watches and cheap suits and shoes.
It was amazing how all the up and coming finance bros thought they fit in with the truly big dogs.
“Well, hello, gorgeous.”
I turned to see who was speaking, my heart skipping a beat when I realized who I was speaking to.
The world famous (or infamous) director, Tony Stark.
“Hello, handsome,” I said smoothly, my lashes fluttering innocently as I took a sip of my horrible drink.
I fucking hated martinis. Always had.
But ordering a martini was more sophisticated than ordering a frozen strawberry margarita.
“Is this seat taken?” He asked as he motioned to the empty bar stool right next to me, even as he was already sitting down. “Let me buy your next round.”
“I can’t think of anything better,” I said, feeling as though my dream life was already in reach.
Twenty-Eight
“Tony, where are you taking me?” I laughed as I let my boyfriend lead me to the private dock at our Malibu mansion.
Well, his mansion. I just happened to also live there.
It had been a whirlwind of a year since I had met Tony, and he’d bought me that second round. He’d taken me all over the globe, anywhere my heart desired.
But I made sure to avoid New York City, though he never understood why. I would never tell him.
Not when I was so close to my dream. I could practically taste it.
“Come on, come on. I have a surprise for you,” he said, keeping his hands over my eyes. He was sure to keep me from tripping and busting my ass, thank god.
The ocean waves were so comforting as they hit the shore, a sound I’d gotten used to over the past year.
He finally brought me to a stop, quietly telling me to keep my eyes closed. “Okay,” he said finally. “Open them.”
My eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the bright light of the California sun. But I was more shocked by the sight of Tony on one knee in front of me, holding out a box with a sparkling diamond ring in it. “Tony?”
The ring was the size of a fucking meteor. It was easily the biggest ring I’d ever seen.
“You know, I never thought I’d meet someone like you,” he said quietly, his dark eyes shining. But his voice was steady. “Someone who understands me, who doesn’t expect me to change into someone I’m not. You accept me as I am, and that’s why I want to give you the world.” He couldn’t help but grin as he nodded to the right. “Starting with that yacht you’ve always dreamed of.”
I hadn’t even noticed that there were two yachts at his private docks instead of just the one. The new one had SS Princess emblazoned on the side, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh… Tony…”
“So, what do you say?” He asked, bringing my attention back to him. “Will you be my wife?”
“Yes.”
Thirty-Two
Swallowing nervously, I looked down at the business card in my hand for the millionth time, the stock paper soft from how often I’d looked at it in the past ten years.
Hell, just how often I’d looked at it in the past six should’ve made it fall apart by now. Not that I didn’t have it memorized.
I’d finally ended my marriage after being miserable for so long. I’d gotten my yacht, my fancy houses, my career, all the jewelry that I could dream of, and none of it made me happy. Tony and I… never grew. And I never dreamed. Every day was the same, and every day was torture as I realized that I didn’t have the one thing that actually mattered.
The garage in front of me was busy, music blasting and the sound of men shouting to each other as they worked.
Suddenly I felt absolutely ridiculous wearing a Chanel dress and Gucci heels, an Hermés bag on my arm.
BARNES TIRES AND MOTORS was lit up along the top of the shop in bright red letters, though the lights in the ‘r’ of ‘motors’ were out.
I felt like a fool. I had wanted the life I had so desperately that I gave up everything for it. I got the movie star life, my name on billboards and my face on magazines.
But it wasn’t ever enough.
My heels clicked against the blacktop as I slowly made my way towards the front area of the shop, bells clinging above my head to let them know someone was there.
“Can I help you, ma’am?” A man asked as he came around the corner.
He looked so much like Bucky, it punched the air straight from my lungs.
“H-Hi. I’m looking for James Barnes. Is he here?” I asked after a long moment of hesitation. There was no way that the man was Bucky, but I didn’t doubt he was related.
The man raised his brows, wiping his hands on a rag. “My son’s in the shop. I’ll take you to him.” His full head of hair was white, his thick facial hair matching. Even with all the wrinkles on his face, he was a handsome man. Holding open the door for me, he led me into the loud shop, some eighties rock song blasting over the speakers.
I couldn’t help but smile as ‘Rock You Like a Hurricane’ by Scorpions came on. It was one of Bucky’s favorites back when we worked in the diner together.
“BUCK! YOU GOT A VISITOR!” The man shouted, causing several people to look our way.
My cheeks felt hot as I avoided their gaze, hoping they wouldn’t recognize me. I didn’t want to be a famous movie star anymore, a celebrity that had to beg for scraps of privacy.
My mind went numb, my heart stopping inside my chest as he stepped around a gray Ford Escape another man was working on.
He was even more handsome than he was the last time I saw him.
“Can I help y—” He broke off, his blue eyes going wide when he realized that it was me. “Hi.”
All of a sudden, everything I’d planned to say flew out of my head. All of the eloquent words I’d strung together were gone. And I just proceeded to word vomit.
“Did you know that, uh, when you marry someone you’re not in love with, you won’t… you won’t grow into it?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Um… I married a man who could give me a life I thought I always wanted, and he just… sucked.” Eyes stinging, I fought back against tears. “And I thought that all I ever wanted was the life I have now, was the life movie stars and the Kardashians lived. But… But I hate it. I hated every second I was away from you.” I let out a weak laugh, unable to stop the tears. “I wanted to turn around the second I got on the bus in New Orleans, but my stupid stubborn ass didn’t. I should have. I should’ve gotten off and just run right back to you because I… I love you, James. I always have.”
The garage had gone almost deadly quiet, and my heart sank when I realized Bucky looked almost frozen in shock.
“I know that I shouldn’t have showed up like this,” I scrambled to say. “But I… I’ve been trying to get my divorce finalized for two years and I finally did, and I kept telling myself that once it was done, I’d never hold myself back from what I really want ever again. From who I want. If… If you want me.” My face felt like it was on fire, my hands shaking. I shook my head as I took a step backwards. “What am I thinking? There’s no way you’re not married. I… I’m so so—”
Before I could finish the word ‘sorry,’ Bucky had closed the distance between us, his hands cradling my face so gently. He held me like I was made of fine crystal as he kissed me. He kissed me like his life depended on it, like I was the one source of oxygen.
And I kissed him back just as fiercely. “I love you. I love you so much,” I breathed out in between kisses, unwilling to let him go as my Hermés bag fell into the dust and oil on the concrete below.
Bucky smiled into the kiss, his arm wrapping around my waist to keep me pressed to his chest. “I love you so much, darlin.’ God, I’ve missed you…” His nose nudged against mine as we finally broke for air, both of us breathing heavily.
My knees felt like Jell-O as I held onto him. His grip was the only reason I hadn’t fallen to the ground already.
“I’m sorry I was a dumb twenty-two year old,” I said, snorting as he stole another kiss.
“No… Don’t be sorry,” he insisted, his fingers massaging my scalp as our foreheads pressed together. It was like he was scared to stop touching me, like I would disappear at any second. “You were young… You had to go out and make your own mistakes… I’ve just been waiting for the day you were ready.”
All the years apart melted away and all that remained was the two of us, two souls so intertwined that there was no way to truly separate us.
Our lips were half molded together as I said, “I’m never leaving you again. I promise I swear on everything…”
My heart almost stopped inside my chest as I heard someone clearing their throat, looking to see Bucky’s father staring at us with his arms crossed over his chest. “M-Mr. Barnes, sir…”
He gave a crooked smile that was so reminiscent of Bucky that I couldn’t help but grin back. “The Mrs. will wanna know if you’re staying for dinner.”
“Yeah,” I said as I looked up at Bucky, toying with a strand of his hair. “That sounds perfect.”
Later that night, Bucky and I laid in his bed, a mess of bare limbs as his fingers ran up and down my back soothingly. “What do you want from this life, baby girl?” He asked absentmindedly.
Humming, I traced shapes on his bare chest, sometimes pressing a kiss to where his prosthetic met his shoulder, on the tender scar tissue. “You.”
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, despite the already mischievous look on his face. “Really? Not even the stars and the moon?” He asked teasingly.
I knew he’d give it to me anyway, give me all that he could. But I was sure now that the only thing I wanted from this life was his love. “Not even the stars and the moon.”
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riot
Pairing: Huang Renjun x Female Reader
Word Count: 1K
Genre: angst
This fic was inspired by “Riot - Summer Walker”
A Renjun birthday special<3
Renjun is the epitome of the word perfect. The perfect friend to his friends, the perfect son to his parents, the perfect employee to his boss and the perfect boyfriend to you, he’s just perfect. Too perfect.
Often times you’d find yourself wondering, just how do you manage to land such a perfect person in your miserable godawful messy life.
Renjun is definitely not the typical guy you’d go for. He’s far from the rude assholes you keep finding yourself submitting to these past few years. He’s polite, very well-mannered and treats you like a princess. Literally everything you’ve been praying for.
Him coming home with a bucket of roses or daisies is nothing out of the ordinary. Showering you with the sweetest kisses and praises, things you never get from past relationships. Making people around you thought you’re finally getting your happily ever after.
You don’t.
Something is definitely wrong with you. Maybe you were dropped head first as a toddler or something. Cause you feeling like what Renjun has been giving you these past few years is not enough is just mind blowing.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” you mumble to yourself as you sit around the kitchen island, putting roses Renjun brought home yesterday in a different vase cause you have nothing better to do. The day goes by very slowly the more you think of it. Boredom over-taking your sanity, making you yearn for the sparks you used to felt.
You surely miss the passion and fire like Hades that burned you so good back then. You miss the adrenaline rush you felt coursing through your veins every time you had a fight with those assholes. Something Renjun would never deliver.
Renjun would always emphasis on how he felt the happiest enjoying the peace and quiet with you in his arms. Watching some movies that’s too advanced for your little brain to grasp. Some of the things he made sure the both of you did every Friday night.
But, you need a riot.
“Honey, I’m home.” you hear Renjun charmingly says as he burst into the front door.
Shouting your greeting half-heartedly, you roll your eyes. Making the better part of you feel bad for the man. But the other part of you—the unhinged part—is going to burst anytime soon with the lack of sparks Renjun’s delivering.
“How was you day, sweetheart?” Renjun asks as he snakes his arms around your waist from behind, kissing the top of your head. “I got you these.” he continues, pointing to the very thing sitting on top of the counter with his chin.
“Same old, same old. How was yours?” you sneak a glance at the direction he pointed to earlier. Daisies.
Fucking great.
With Renjun still glued to your back, he starts to ramble about his great day at work and how he’s been counting the minutes until he could finally clocks out and come home to you, his peaceful love—thay was his exact words.
“What movie should we watch today?” he asks excitedly, disappointment washes over you as you realize that today is Friday. Renjun and his fucking loop of a routine.
“I honestly don’t know. You pick.” you answer him as he pepper your neck with sweet little kisses.
The vibration from Renjun’s lips sends shivers down your spine as he speaks against your neck. “But I always pick, we can watch your pick too, sweetheart.”
“Not tonight. I’m too tired to think of one.” you pat his forearms that still caging your midriff.
You don’t deserve him, you keep thinking to yourself. The man is a fucking angel. How is he not tired of this? Of you trying to find a loophole from his routine.
One of these days, you wish he would just lash out on you. Let everything that he has been feeling out in the open, give some riot into this picture perfect relationship you’re in.
“Is something bothering you?” he asks, not stopping his sweet motions down to your shoulder.
“I’m bored.” you exhale the words.
“Do you wanna go out instead? We can just watch the movie after. But I think it’s too late to get a reservation, tho.”
“Nah, too tired for that either.” something is seriously wrong with you. You’d slap the stupidity out of your system if you could.
You can feel Renjun stilling for a few moments before lifting his head from your shoulder. “Then what do you want?”
Your heart skips a beat at the tone of his words. You can feel his aggravation creeping up with the way you’re behaving right now. You quickly contemplate wether or not you want to indulge and possibly getting the riot you wanted.
But knowing Renjun, he probably would get hurt a lot more than you would if the two of you fight. His heart is too pure.
A few more seconds passes by and none of you say anything.
Does the riot you dreamed of worth hurting Renjun? The ever so wonderful Renjun.
Shaking your head, you finally come to your senses. It’s not, definitely not worth it.
“Nothing,” you turn to face him and bury your face on the crook of his neck. “can we please just skip the movie night and go straight to bed?” you plea.
With every breath you breathe down his neck, his body soften around you. Renjun’s pretty hand caresses your back. Soothing you. Putting out the fire you were trying to ignite.
“Of course. We can always do it next week.” he replies sweetly.
Accepting your fate, you second his answer, “And the week after that.”
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Ukai responding to you saying "c*m inside me"
Word Count: 1,408
A/N: hEMLOI moi babies, I got an amazing response on DaichixFemReader, I’m so glad so I kinddddd of decided to spice it up for Ukai. I, in no way support toxic relationships. And I wrote it extra long so y’all can feel extra ;)) i haven't proof read this bc its 4 am and im max tired, so i apologise in advance. ALSO DARK ACADEMIA PERSONNA IS JUST SO 😩
Warnings: SMUT, ANGST, toxic relationships, crying, trauma, smoking, alcohol, slight fluff (interact only if you’re 18+), breeding kink
It was like every other afternoon, you by the balcony watching the rain fall on the lane below. Single men with their cigarettes in hands, couples with their arms intertwined under the same umbrella, the cigarette shop where a group of high school boys hung around. The balcony had always been your safe space. It was one of the ways you’d met Keinshin Ukai.
You two had accidentally made an eye contact. You, on your balcony and him, near the shop. He’d adored you the second he’d laid his eyes on you; draped in a white lace tunic and grey shorts which reached your knees. The darkest shade of lipstick which you wore with your hair down, made you look as if you were an angel which arrived right in front of him.
Since then, he’d be there promptly at 7 pm and you at the balcony having many unspoken conversations between the two of you.
You’d run out of cigarettes one morning while you were on your way to your publishing house.You’d always been an avid reader with bottomless thirst for content. It was a good day, you had a meeting with the board head. After putting on a jacket on your mauve camisole, you’d run across the cigarette shop to find your favourites. Had it not been that morning, your numbers would never have been exchanged and future dates wouldn’t have been made for the same evening.
-----flashback-----
The room was heavy with the smell of cigarettes and weed as you popped another bottle of wine.
“I did not take you to be a reader,” Ukai said, taking a puff and keenly maintaining eye contact.
“And I sir, did not take you for a shopkeeper AND a coach” you said, smirking and pouring in his empty glass.
“Well, I do love those boys plus that teacher is very...persuasive?,” he said with a slight cringe and looking u0p. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s very amazing and managed to land us a match with a lot of great teams but he’s very weird, but a good kinda weird you know?”.
Nah you didn’t know. You were too busy admiring him. Of course you were a little young for him but he was too attractive for his age. The blonde with his brown sideburns and three piercings. He looked so sinful.
It dawned on him how you’d been staring at him. And he’d sensed the high tension in the room that was enough to devour the two of you. And that’s when he leaned in slightly, holding the side of your face in your hand. “I know you’ve been wanting me sweetheart. I do too,” he said brushing his lips with yours. “And I think I may fall in love with you this way. The way you’re in my hands right now makes me feel like I'm on an ecstasy high.”
Your lips met and kissed you like it was the last time he was gonna kiss you. Like you were Persephone in the arms of Hades and you were gonna fly away.
You somehow knew. You knew this was it. You were gonna fall so hard for this man. This high felt like you’d finally reached what you wanted and you realised it was gonna hurt you if he ever left.
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“BUT I’M TIRED OF NOT SEEING YOU FOR SO MANY DAYS, JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE GOING WITH THE KIDS DOESN’T MEAN YOU DON’T SEE ME!
AM THEY MORE IMPORTANT THAN I AM?” a sludge of tears and mascara flowing down your face with your bra strap sliding off your arm. It had been too frustrating for you. You’d been missing him to the point you’d wear his remaining scent. You’d stayed up nights wishing you’d hear the door unlock. It was too painful for you.And he refused to understand that.
“You’re fucking overreacting. I’m leaving. I’ll come home after a few days.” he said extinguishing his cigarette on the ivory ashtray you got for his 29th birthday and picking his gym bag up.
“I HOPE YOU NEVER FUCKING COME BACK-” you shouted as he headed for the door. “I think…….. this is it. We’re done.” You said slipping on the floor in a puddle of sobs. This was toxic. You had to leave him. But it was so heavy for you. You could never do that. He was your soulmate after all.
You hear the door shut.
Your fragile heart splits into pieces. Is that it? This is how we end? Your thoughts kept running as fast as a marathon, too fast for you to process.
“It’s fine. I don’t need him anyway. You say turning the lights off of the bathroom and slipping in the empty bathtub and shutting your eyes and being enveloped by sleep.
.
.
.
You felt a hand pat on your head and a bright light in front of you. “Hey sweetheart…”
It didn’t even take a second for you to go on defensive mode and whack his hand off you.
“I miss you. I know what I do is wrong. I know I don’t give you time. I know how much this means to you. I’m sorry. Just a little more, okay? Then I’ll be all yours and I’ll be proud to call the boys ours. I love you, Y/N. I can’t imagine my life witho-”
That’s all it takes for him everytime. Just opening his stupid mouth and you’re off to sprint to his arms. Fucking moron.
“I still hate you” you said between the kisses and pulling his hoodie off. You wanted him. That’s all you cared about. You wanted to hurt him but no matter what, you couldn’t. “I hate that you make me feel this way. But I love you more and this is your last chance. Make me happy or I leave.”
He whooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bed “And why would I let you leave? You’re mine.” He said keeping you and hovering on top of you with his biceps bulging. Amd slowly kissing your face, jaw and neck
“You’re the greatest thing that has happened to me, I’ll never let you go Y/N” Ukai said as his lips were dangerously close to your cleavage.
He spent a good 30 minutes between your thighs like a lapdog. Licking up any blessing you had to offer. His eye contact never breaking, his fingers working their ways through your pussy, his tongue overstimulating your clit. “I know you like this, my love. It’s been twice in 35 minutes I think my dick needs a little bit of it too.” He said getting up and unbuckling himself. Your eyes now watery with the overstimulation and throat dried up.
“I want a baby….I want a reason for you to come home to if not me.” You said rasply.
‘What do you mean, sweets? Can you elaborate on the making baby part?”
“I want you to come inside me. Tonight.”
He grabbed your thighs mercilessly and shoved himself inside. “Whatever she wants, she gets. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re dripping and then make sure that the mini us knows how much I love you and you’re worth coming home to both of you.” he whispered in your ear.
He gave you a few seconds to adjust to him inside you. “M-mmmoveEE PLEASE” you whined against his shoulder. Without losing a single second, you felt your body split. You knew he’d been abstaining from sex. But this feeling was so overwhelming to both of you.
The air was filled with moans, squelches and the mix of smell of cigarettes and lavender. You felt him speed up. Missionary had always been a weak spot for Keishin. Your mouth drooling over your cheeks, your eyes half shut, your body limping and the way your boobs bounced under you. it has always been a turn on for him.
You felt him speed up. His name falling out of your mouth as you were blinded by the speed he was going at. “I….I’M COMING BABE” you grind your thighs through as his walls white wash you inside.
He climbed off of you to adore your cunt stuffed with his cream, dripping on the white sheet with a light brown floral pattern.
“I love you, Y/N. Don’t ever think I don’t wanna come home and not see you. You’re the only thing I have.”
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The Two of Us | Seraphim x Goddess Reader
—for @mangostormz
warning(s): light petting, gentle kissing, fluff, light angst (i’m sorry y’all), emotional hurt and comfort, crying, vulnerability, fix-it of sorts, Goddess Reader, moral ambiguity, etc.
It was complete and utter chaos.
The giants were upon them with the intent of destroying not only Olympus, but everything in their path. She was a fool to not have seen it coming sooner. A fool so blinded by love that she allowed her aunt to get away unscathed with her wicked schemes and drag the whole world down with her. And now here they were, standing on opposing sides.
His long hair was a tangled, dirty mess that clung to the blood and sweat on his face. The crimson liquid dripped down his chin, painting his fangs pink as his top lip curled back in a vicious snarl. His shoulders heaved with each breath, his eyes glaring daggers at her for standing between him and his half brother.
Good gods, even then she found him beautiful.
Heron called her name weakly, his legs shaking as he struggled to stand. Seraphim ground his teeth, his hands curling into tight fists at his sides. She let out a tired breath, feeling the ache in her side from where Ares had slammed his hammer into her ribs, and tightened her grip on her sword, which was pointed at the only man she’d ever loved.
“Don’t make me do this, Sera.” She said quietly, a pleading edge to the stern tone of her voice.
Seraphim stabbed his bident into the dirt in front of her, fury etched on his face, “Don’t you dare call me that! You lied to me, just like all the others!” He shouted, his shoulders heaving with each angered breath.
Though her hand did not shake, her eyes burned with the threat of tears and her throat tightened at the pain in his voice. “I’m so sorry, my love, but I had to.” She willed her voice not to break, “Yes, I lied about who I was, but never about how I felt.”
Seraphim barked out a bitter laugh, “You think I would’ve cared about what you were? Do you really think so lowly of me?”
She gave a smile that was more like a grimace. “I lied because I was convinced that it was for the best, by the same person that started all this mess.” She gestured vaguely to the utter fucking shitshow going on behind them with her bloodstained sword, anger bubbling in her chest.
“Hera.” Seraphim hissed in realization, blood dripping to the ground from where his claws had punctured into his palms.
“I love you, Seraphim.” She spoke strongly, lowering her sword and reaching out to him. “Please, don’t make me fight you. Stop this, come with me.” She implored, taking a step closer to him. He watched her carefully, glancing at her hand with a small frown on his lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, I promise. Just let it go, sweetheart, come with me.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly, the furrow in his brow smoothing over. Heron said her name again in worry — clearly concerned that she was choosing to damn Olympus to have his brother — and Seraphim’s eyes hardened, “And what about him?” He spat, jerking his chin in the demigod’s direction.
She raised an eyebrow, a slow smile curling at her lips, “What about him? It’s just you and I, like you always wanted.” That did it, she had him. The air left his lungs in a shuddering sigh, recalling all the sweet nothings and loving promises he’d whispered into her ear as he held her against his chest after worshipping every inch of her body. “Come with me,” She whispered again, now standing in front of him, and ran her fingertips down his arm to touch Hermes’ soul gauntlet. “We’ll take care of them, but not like this.”
“Just the two of us.” Seraphim breathed, the tension melting from his body at her touch. He didn’t fight her when she unbuckled the gauntlet, staring into her eyes as if searching for a lie.
“Just the two of us.” She echoed, ducking her head to press a soft kiss against his lips. She could still taste him, even under all that blood.
Heron rose to his feet with a cautious look on his face, a hand pressed against his abdomen. “What are you doing?” He asked, his blue eyes darting between the cauldron and the gauntlet in her hand. She chuckled and promptly tossed it at his feet, wrapping her arm around her lover’s waist.
“Take it, little demigod, I have no need for it.” She looked down at him, the beginnings of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Become Olympus’ beloved savior, a bastard turned hero. Who knows? If you do good, I might consider sparing a few members of our family.”
The expression of shock and horror on his face was the last thing they saw, their surroundings contorting and darkening into her chambers. She dropped her sword and wrapped her arms around Seraphim as his knees buckled, sitting on her bed and tucking him against her chest. A shudder wracked his spine and he buried his face into her neck, hands fisting her cape.
“I killed her—” He managed through heart wrenching sobs and gasps, hot tears falling onto her skin. “I killed my mother—”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” She hushed him gently despite the tears burning in her eyes, brushing her lips against his forehead and brushing his hair away from his face. “It’s not your fault, my love, you didn’t know. You were tricked, we both were.” She murmured comfortingly, sliding one of her hands down to stroke his back as he cried.
“If I had listened to you— if I hadn’t pushed you away,” Seraphim rasped and she tilted his head up, brushing his tears away with the pad of her thumb.
“No more of that now,” She interjected softly and pressed their foreheads together. “You’re here with me. I’ll make sure everything is alright again.” She gave him another kiss, slow and gentle as if he were made of porcelain. “Let me take care of everything. You’ll see your mothers again, I promise.”
“Such great promises for a stray you’ve stolen from the battlefield, my daughter.”
Seraphim tensed and she quickly held him against her protectively, threading her fingers through his hair to calm him. She shot her father a glare, “Touch him and I swear, you will never be able to hold Mother again.” She hissed, her sword humming threateningly from its spot by her feet as if to emphasize her words.
Hades smiled — a slow, almost proud little thing — as his eyes swept over their bodies in something akin to curious interest.
“Of course.”
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So that story about Dionysus being the son of Persephone is awful and gross for like 10 different reasons but can we stop and just appreciate how amazingly they would get along? Like dionysus has mysterious chthonic connections on his own and both of them show evidence of being preceded by really old and dangerous figures and they both have rebirth themes and agricultural themes and I just keep imagining
(This isn’t for a fandom it’s just straight up Greek mythology btw)
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Styx: Yeah idk, I just... found him here?
Dionysus, after wandering into the underworld and passing out next to the river Styx, wearing dramatic grape vines, drunk as fuck, tired, entirely oblivious to anything ever, should be totally harmless but still has the faintest aura of the maddened screams of the dying and the roar of lions drifting around him: hnngh???
Persephone, tearing up: *gasps* new bestie!!!!
Styx: ??????
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Persephone, during their weekly visits, painting his nails: *sighs* it’s just.... so exhausting to be raised from the dead every year, y’know? Really fucks with my beauty routine. I love seeing my mom but being brought back to life is just a little tedious. Dying is like so much easier.
Dionysus, feeding Cerberus ghost pork chops under the table with his other hand: oh sweetheart I know. I’ve died and been reborn three times, did you know that? Exhausting. Every. Single. Time.
Persephone: omg dish!!!!
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Persephone, on the way to the fields of Elysian with Dionysus: I just don’t understand why you had to kill him! He was so close to reuniting with his wife... er- whatever her name was, but they were really cute and you know how I am about love stories I just... I’m so upset!!!
Dionysus, carrying Orpheus’s soul over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes: look, he was ruining my vibe, okay? I really value my vibe! That’s just how it is. Besides, he lost his chance to find her in the living world when he turned around and saw her. Now he gets to reunite with his lover.... dicey-universe or whatever her name was.
Orpheus, weakly: Eurydice, my beloved that I lost, oh how her beauty was- ack!
Dionysus, frowning, wacking Orpheus over his shoulder: hush, you. We’re almost there. If you start waxing poetic or singing about tragic love again I will throw you into Asphodel so fast-
Persephone: oh don’t pretend that you didn’t come down here to save your wife a long time ago.
Dionysus, scoffing: okay, but that’s different! I am allowed to be here. Ariadne just came down for a little visit, she wasn’t planning to stay dead!
Persephone: .....I’m not entirely sure you understand how death works, dionysus.
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Hades, sighing: honey I don’t want to limit your friend circle, it’s just that it’s dangerous for someone to traverse between realms like this!
Persephone: I’m telling you though, he is a death god!
Hades: darling I’m finding it hard to believe that the god of wine and partying is-
Dionysus, turning the corner, with his horns and thrysus and slit pupil eyes and leopard skin and somehow giving off ancient old god eldritch abomination energy despite wearing sunglasses and drinking a smoothie: ‘Sup fuckers.
Hades, backing away: dear fucking Kronos yeah that’s a death god, that’s a really old death, that’s an old as Tarterus death god, holy fucking shit okay have fun sweetie he’s free to hang out down here whenever he wants I’m going to go throw up have fun you two bye no way I’m fucking with this shit not today-
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(tw: people talking about sex)
Persephone: okay but you can’t have had sex with that many nymphs! I know those girls! Boroe, Khonoris, Nikaia, Methe, Pallene-
Dionysus, sighing: Okay, okay, it wasn’t that many nymphs and humans! Just... look, let’s stop talking about my love life and talk about yours, hmm? Like did you have any other romantic escapades other then Mr. Scary Pants here?
Persephone: hmmm.... well there was this one really cute guy that I hung out with for a while, Adonis. He was pretty great, honestly.
Dionysus: ooh, Adonis... I remember him, he was really cute- shit, sorry, I had a fling with him too but this isn’t about me, go on.
Persephone, rolling her eyes: ugh, of course you did. Anyway, he’s no use to me dead, and he got killed by Ares.
Dionysus: oof, Ares. Fate worse then death. Why was he killed by Ares?
Persephone: because he slept with Aphrodite, Ares really hates it when people sleep with his girlfriend.
Dionysus, reminiscing: oooohhh, Aphrodite. Now she was definitely something, I remember this one time we- why are you looking at me like that?
Persephone:
Persephone: you.
Persephone: you never told me you slept with aPHRODITE- *assorted sounds of screaming and crashing*
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Demeter, exasperated, during the summer months: oh by the Titans, you can’t seriously be telling me that you’re friends with Bacchus of all people.
Persephone: but why! He’s an agriculture god, you two should get along! Plus he’s not dangerous- ok, he’s a little dangerous, but like, not to me!
Demeter, sighing: sweetheart I assure you, it’s not about if he’s dangerous-
Dionysus, popping through a window, looking at Demeter: heeeyyyyy! yo, it’s Bread Basket, my favorite bestie!!! I’m doing real good at this domesticated planting thing, I’m a born natural at it hahaha!!! I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been taking really good care of the vineyards you helped me plant, absolutely no fires or villager beheadings so far! I promise no more screw ups- *glances behind him* oh my gods you stupid fucking satyr’s, that is the ONE plot of land that you’re not supposed to- Sorry Demi, gotta go good luck with the.... whatever it is you do, bye!!!
Persephone, staring in awe as Dionysus runs back to the fields and desperately tries to corrall the satyr’s in his cult that are munching on grape vines as the maenads cheer and throw sticks in the background: wow. I’ve never... ive never seen this side of him before.
Demeter, putting her head in her hands: yet another reason why I wish I had your luck, Kore.
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Dionysus, standing next to persephone, watching Psyche skip away with a box of beauty cream tucked under her arm: ....You know she’s gonna open that box.
Persephone: yep.
Dionysus: and that it’s going to kill her?
Persephone: yep.
Dionysus: and that doesn’t bother you?
Persephone, sighing: look, have a little faith in Eros. He’s a resourceful little shit, he’ll figure something out, and watching Aphrodite realize she’s been bested by her own son will taste like poetry. I can’t wait to see it.
Dionysus, whistling: damn gurl you hold a grudge.
Persephone, narrowing her eyes: only against Aphrodite. Only against Aphrodite.
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Dionysus: anyway I was *Baby Melinoe grabs his arm and he freezes* oh my god what is that
Persephone, laughing: that’s just my daughter, Dionysus. I think she likes you.
Dionysus: fuck. Oh gods. um- uhhhhh- what I do with it, I don’t know- I don’t know what to do with it-
Melinoe: *laughs*
Dionysus, sweating: oh no. Why did it make that sound? Did I break it? Is it- is it broken??? What am I supposed to do with this??? Is it okay????
Persephone: gods this is so going in the fucking scrapbook.
Melinoe: *latches onto Dionysus’s arm as he continues to panic*
Dionysus: persephone is it okay? Is it broken? Persephone I’m not kidding your husband honestly freaks me the fuck out I don’t wanna break your kid oh my gods
Persephone: she usually doesn’t like people she doesn’t know-
Melinoe: *starts to climb on him*
Dionysus: oh fuck, no no no what is it doing, Persephone I’m not kidding what is it doing, what is it doing Persephone get it off me oh my gods I’m not joking perSEPHONE-
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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles
I'm not really back, I just had this and thought I'd just go and post it.
Plot: I saw this thing on Pinterest (Picture below) and I just had to write this XD Basically, you’re super bored so when the bastard that constantly hits on you turns up, you figure ‘Why not mess with them a little?’ and accidentally bite off more than you can chew.
Includes: The Pervy Bunch! (I hope Pervy Villains anon likes this!! ^^ ) So Beetlejuice, Chucky Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger, Greasy Weasel, Hades, and Offenderman.
Warnings: Dubious consent, a little assault and lotsa sexual references but no actual smut. Also I tried to convey that you do actually want them- you just don’t want to admit it cuz they’re gross and evil- but I’m not sure it came through 😅
You know what I have noticed about the Pervert group? An unsettling amount of them have powers that allow them to just pop up near you, which is just great-
Also *eye twitches* I have watched Hercules more times than any other movie, and I still feel like I can’t write Hades for shit! I am about to Blacklist his blueberry ass.
Beetlejuice:
“Ohh, you just made a grAVE mistake, baby… “
“What!?” You shriek, feeling him pop up next to you and curl a long, winding arm over your shoulders. When the hand attached tries to be funny and grab something lower then necessary, your eyes widen to the size of plates and throw it off you entirely. “No- I- “You’re backing up fast, but not fast enough it seems as BJ grabs you again.
This time his dirty hands enclose around your upper arms and he holds you so that the two of you are chest to chest. You try to shove him away, but only end up in an even more precarious position with your hands - fists, - on his chest, and promptly give up. Fighting is just making it worse, you think, rolling your eyes up to the sky and attempting only to move your head so that your face as far away from his humanly possible.
“I gotta hand it to you, doll, you know how to get a guy’s engine roarin’,” Beetlejuice growls out, and also takes that opportunity to press his already-engorged – honestly you would not be surprised, if he just saw you and suddenly ZING!! it went up, - groin up into yours whilst making a vroom sound. Your jaw drops practically to the ground with a gasp, and you give yet another struggle despite giving up, wanting desperately for your elbow to make its way directly into his nose, but he easily holds you still. “Baby- Baby!! You know I like it rough, but let’s try not to damage the goods, K??”
“Oh, damage?? Damage, you say?? I’ll show you damage!!- “You attempt to left your leg and knee him in the privates that so unpleasantly grinded into yours a moment ago but he steps on your foot! Then his shoelaces unfurl and twist under the souls of your own and tie you both together; Making it impossible for you to move without him. “You- “Out of frustration, you kick your leg out anyway, hoping it’ll cause him some kind of pain or discomfort.
“Come on baby,” He lets go of your arms in favour to grab at your waist, and pulls you taught against him. You, on the other hand, let out a groan from frustration and with nowhere else to comfortably leave your arms, you lay them up over his shoulders. The action causes him to smirk, and you roll your eyes heavily. He’s so gross, you do NOT enjoy this- “I wanna do bad things to you. Give in with me.”
“No way. Filthy corpse men aren’t really my thing.”
“Not according to what you just told me, sweetheart~ “Your eyes narrow at him, but before you can slap a hand over his dirty mouth- he’s mimicking you with total and embarrassing accuracy. “It’s too bad you’re such a creep, BJ~ Otherwise I mighta- “
“Okay okay okay!” A little too late, but even so- one of your hands seals his mouth tightly shut. Your whole body feels hot, now, and you choose to believe its from embarrassment. “We don’t need a recap.”
“Otherwise, I mighta fucked you~~ “
Ughhh, you forgot he could throw his voice. Fuck him. Fuck the bastard.
But not in that way!
So you take your hand away from his mouth, as you’re becoming increasingly afraid that he’ll lick it soon. “I did not sound that slutty… “
“No, you’re right. You only sound like THAT in my fantasies.”
“Ugh, don’t tell me.”
“Why tell you when I can show ya, huh?” A hand, feeling almost like some kind of creepy crawly, slides down the sides of your body, but with one hostile glare from you he stops short of your ass. Thank god-
“You are disgusting.”
“And it’s kinda hot, right?”
“No!”
“Yes, BJ, you’re so sexy~- “
“Ugh!” He’s mimicking you again! Its so annoying!
So, naturally, you kiss him.
That turns into making-out at a world record speed, and then you’re on the nearest couch grinding back up into him totally on your own accord, and you refuse to think about anything you were just saying. This feels good, this feels like you’ve been waiting forever for it- So, you’ll deal with hating yourself later.
Human!Chucky Lee Ray:
His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, hearing your words- feeling how you’re looking at him- seeing your walk over- before a gross smirk spreads slowly across his face. “Really?~ “
“Wh- “One glance at him shows that he did not at all get that you were just fucking around, and a snort escapes you. “No. Of course not. I’m just bored- so go home, nothing’s happening here. Ever.”
Chucky does not let it go immediately. Instead, his cold eyes are gazing at you with the heat of the sun, still. “Ever… ?”
“Yes, ever.” You say sternly, and quickly- leaving no room for hesitation.
“You sound pretty damn sure of that, toots.” Hands enveloped in his coat pockets, a look that does not make him any less threatening, he takes a casual step towards you. Your body reacts powerfully to the action, the possibility of what might come of it- but you’re a groan adult and keep it to yourself. You know who you should and shouldn’t want, and Charles Lee Ray most certainly belongs in the second group. “But,” He takes another step and now he’s looking down at you, stupid messy hair forming a dark halo around his pale face. “You also sounded pretty sure a moment ago, when you hit on me? I’m confused~ “
“Well let me clear it up for you,” Setting your hands on your hips, you force yourself to glare back into his intimidatingly icy blue eyes and enunciate. “I’m not interested in creepy bums.”
First, his mouth twitches but he manages to hold himself together- But then he all-out laughs, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning backwards. Meanwhile you’re totally taken aback, watching him have a fit over you insulting him. Is he a masochist or something?- “You… hehe… you’re- oh, fuck hold on a moment,” He continues to cackle for another minute, in which you feel that maybe you could just leave… Before, finally, he calms down; Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Ahhh, fucken bitch you don’t even know how wrong you are.”
Your jaw drops. “What?”
He suddenly drags you the rest of the way to him, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you against his body. You gasp, and shove him once. “I’m not a bum, doll… I’m fucken crazy. I fucking murder people!”
Your eyes do a little look both ways before settling cautiously on Chucky again. “… My bad?”
“Look,” He starts, having sobered up again by this point. There’s a smirk on his face again that somehow turns you into some kind of Y/N based mush on the inside- even now, after a revelation like that. In fact your stupid feelings may have gotten worse. “Lemme propose somethin’ to ya, heh?”
“… O-kay… “
“Lemme take ya home.”
Ugh, for gods sake, does he ever give up? “No.”
“I’ll show ya how a real man fucks his doll~ “ God god god! This is too much! You’re trying to resist, you swear that you are, but he’s so close, holding you like he truly wants you, and now he’s saying shit like that!- “I betcha you haven’t been screwed right in a long time… Amiright? Only a real psycho can do that, trust me.”
“You’re so fucked up.”
“Exactly.”
At that, you tiredly gaze up at him and… consider.
Freddy Krueger:
A broken gasp flies out when your back hits a wall. Your eyes are wide looking up at the lecherous grin on Freddy’s face, that’s far too close to yours for comfort, and you specifically think- whoops.
That may have been a miscalculation on my part, you think. It seems that Freddy does not, in fact, get that you were just bored. Or maybe he just doesn’t care-
Either way, you’re in deep water now.
Deep, deep water, you add staring back into terrible blue eyes.
Quickly you gather your wits, narrow your eyes and set your jaw at him. “… Don’t even think about it.”
“Think about what?~ “
“Whatever it is you’re thinking!” You exclaim, afraid to even wonder what it could be that he’s thinking for it would surely traumatise you. You don’t need to know, anyway; Its never happening. Now you just need to et out of this all-too-close situation, here-
“Oh- I’m sure I don’t know what you mean!” Oh, Drama King of the century is making a production of this- surprise, surprise. Groaning, you lean back onto the wall and wait for your cue; When Freddy’s acting like this, its best to just go with the flow. But when a sharp, rusty blade comes up between your faces, almost cutting you, you tense up again. “You’re the one that teased me, Princess.”
“I was bored- “You explain, bluntly, but the blade raise sup high near to your eyes and your gaze follows it instinctually- which he loves. He loves watching you keep an eye on the glove, just a hint of fear and also an odd arousal in your eyes as you both know full-well that if he wanted to hurt you, it would be too easy for him.
“Oh- I’m hurt!” The glove goes flat to his chest, now, and you let out a relieved breath as he makes like he’s offended.
“Well!... “ –Wait. Why should you sound apologetic?? “… Good?”
“Sweetheart, you wound me… Daddy’s gonna have to punish you for that.” Freddy informs, nodding his head, and gasp at the sudden turn-around.
“Like hell!”
A long, wooden ruler appears in his non-gloved hand and your jaw actually drops. Why in the world does he have THAT!? “Every time you swear, kitten, Daddy’s gonna have to punish you~ “
You don’t know whether you’re going run, or laugh, and its an odd sensation, culminating into a feeling almost like- Lust… “Please stop referring to yourself as ‘Daddy’, Freddy- “ And please, dear god, don’t call me ‘kitten’- Because yikes.
“Why…? “He asks, smirking, and you’re about to reply ‘because its gross- you’re gross’, but he leans in closer to you still and you forget what you were about to say. You cross your arms over your chest and flatten yourself against the wall better, too. You swear, if he gets any closer to your person, you’re going to explode. “Are ya getting… sssslippery??”
Okay- now you actually do laugh. A snort slips out of you and develops into cackles as you you’re your arms from their defensive position in order to cover your face, before you manage to just shake your head. “No!... No, I think I’m all dried up, actually… Like sandpaper.”
Freddy gives you a look, then, like he knows something you don’t. Yet again you watch him raise the glove, and using a couple blades that whine at the use, he gestures between the two of you. “… You and I both know that’s not true… don’t we now?”
“In your drea- Uhm,” Dear lord, that’s embarrassing, especially with how his eyes light up. “I mean… No. We know no such thing, no.”
“Wanna test?~ “ Gone is the giant ruler, then, leaving just his hand; Bare, and you notice that he’s got good fingers, and its- he’s- an enticing option in all honesty!-
But… But… Oh, fuck, you’re forgetting why this is a bad idea. He’s so close, and he’s making to so clear that all you have to do is stop saying no, so…
One more time- “Get out of my head.”
“Never. Its too much fun here.”
“Then… “Then, you’re out of strength. “Ugh. Just kiss me, then, Freddy.”
Greasy Weasel:
Good god, you’ve never seen Greasy smile like that. You’ve been kidnapped by these assholes a million and one times, it seems, and you’ve seen him in various stages of undress because he’s a whore but this?? This, is terrifying. He’s practically licking his chops at you.
“Oh cariño~ So glad to hear you finally giving in to me~ We have much to try together.”
Oh, god. Your face is totally hot, looking left and right and searching for an immediate exit. Wheezy! “Wheezy, don’t you- where are you going? Don’t you dare leave me alone in here with him!!”
“Who the hell am I to stand in the way of true love?” He doesn’t laugh as he leaves the room, but the cruel delight in his tone evident. Your jaw drops as the door falls shut behind him and you’re left alone with the sex-crazed weasel, furious, before turning back to Greasy- mouth still wide open. This is ridiculous!-
Backing off from him slowly, you raise your hands in defence. “… Greasy come on… I was joking, you know that right?- “ Desperately, you try to reason with him- knowing its no use as he stalks over to you.
“Close your mouth, beautiful one,” Gently, Greasy pushes your mouth shut and that just makes your face even hotter than before- unbearably hot actually- you need a bucket of ice right now. “You’ve already caught me.”
… Is he equating himself to a fly? Is that supposed to be a line?? Oh jesus christ he’s so dumb-
Then, because Greasy is not the type to let an opportunity like this go to waste, he kisses you for the very first time.
He presses his lips right onto yours; Kisses you deep, like he’s been waiting for this for a long damn time- which he has. Meanwhile all you can think is that he’s never been so close to you before, you can smell his horrible cologne and feel his warmth all over and you couldn’t explain what happened next if you wanted to. Because the next thing that happened was that you moaned. Almost like… you’ve been waiting for this a long damn time, too.
You moaned… at Greasy Weasel’s kiss. And you wanted to reach out and pull him closer, too! The feral monkey part of your brain wanted to push the bastard down onto the couch, wrap your legs around his waist and part your lips. Luckily you retained sense enough not to do that, at least. At least!
… But he still heard you moan for him.
And so when he pulls back theirs a shit eating grin on his face that you wish you know you’re going to regret not slapping later on, but right now you’re in shock. Are you crazy? You enjoyed that???
“So the truth comes out~ You want me too~ “
“No!- “
“Ah ah ah, cariño~ There’s no denying your own body~ “
“Oh yes I can!”
“C’mon… “
“Listen here, you will not do that again to me- “
“Sí, I will.”
“Greasy, I swear to GOD- “
Against your wishes, Greasy leans across and smothers your lips with his again and- yes- you could have pulled back; He wasn’t gripping you in anyway and you weren’t cornered.
But- you stood there anyway, rooted to the spot and kissed him back.
Hades:
“Oh… yeah?~ ”
“Kidding!” You snort, turning away from the God and making to walk off. “That’s never gonna happen. See you around, Hade- Oh crap! - “He materialises in front of you again and one look at his face tells you everything. He thinks he has a real shot with you now because you said that one little thing to him!
Oh, damn.
Raising your hands is surrender at Hades, you give a nervous grin. “Really, I was just teasing. I’m sorry. Now, I gotta go- “You try to swerve him again, but he just dissipates into smoke and then abruptly reappears in front of you once again.
“Ah ah ah, c’mon… Secrets out, babe, no need to play hard to get anymore.”
“I’m not playing hard-to-get, I’m playing Escape Room.” You snap quickly, turning to try it one last time… but there’s a tree in your way, of-fucking-course, and it makes you let out a frustrated groan. What!? WHAT!? A TREE? Really??? Sighing and slumping, you turn back to Hades, lolling your head back to look at him in expectancy. “… So, what’s next, then? You kidnap me off the Underworld and force pomegranates down my throat?”
The fire flickering atop his head crackles and a little grin quirks across your lips at his tell-tale tantrum indication. “I did not kidnap Demeter’s kid, that’s a myth. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not into the whole… incest fad, the rest of ‘em are.”
Making a disgusted face, all nose and a big frown, you reach over and give his shoulder a pat. “Well, good for you.”
“Though… I could take you whenever I like. See, up to this point Y/N I’ve been a gentleman.” Now, he slips away from you, gives you room to breath which you do- having not even realised you were holding it in the first place. Why would you??
“Oh? Coulda fooled me.”
“Aha,” The sound is without a hint of amusement at your words, and rather disdain- but Hades doesn’t get mad and he doesn’t turn around. Just goes on. “Anyway- the point is, I could.” The fire flickers up higher this time, making Hades’ excitement at the prospect evident. “But let me tell you, all that kidnapping business- its messy, and time consuming, and I’m a busy man. Besides, no need!” He turns around, and the smirk on his face makes a little fire burst in your insides. You try to ignore it, though, keeping your face straight. “You’ve just made it oh so obvious, babe, that you want me too.” You did what!? You merely flirted!- “So why fuck with the whole kidnapping plight?”
“Uh-… I-… “What do you even say to that? Its also becoming hard to think, under the heat of how he’s looking at you. This has happened before, of course, but all of a sudden you’re struggling to ignore it. “Hades, come on… “
Instead of responding this time, Hades just offers his hand to you. It’s a yes or no question, which should be easy to turn down, but you discover the shocking urge to say yes bubbling up inside you and hesitate.
… Do you really want to reject him?...
Offenderman:
“Hold on, hold on, hold ON! - “The words fly from your lips as soon as Offender turns to you fully, hands folded calmly in his pockets but a deeply amused grin on his face tells you everything that he’s thinking- loud and clear. Body hot under his heavy gaze, despite not having eyes at all, you wonder how on earth you can reign this situation back in… when there’s an acute possibility that you have just opened pandoras box. “… Um, ha… I was joking?”
“Sure… “Tentacles slide out from the little ripped holes in the back of his coat and slither around threateningly, making your eyes widen. You take a step back, more out of formality then real fear, eyeing the appendages hanging in the air prepared to strike at any given moment.
“I was!”
“No, I believe you.” He says, but you hear his tone and know that he’s lying; He doesn’t believe you at all. Offenderman thinks that you want him. Which is a very dangerous thing.
And its- of course, its- crazy! You don’t! No way. Never. No.
“… Okay… “
“Except- “Oh dear lord, here we go. You just fucking knew it. Why, oh why, did you have to be right?? Setting your jaw determinedly, you go to turn on Offender and continue down the hall to somewhere safe and not-so-alone with him, but he teleports in front of you- closer, this time. So he’s really craning his neck down to see you and you’re face-to-face with his chest. You heave a great sigh at the action, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. “We both know that’s not true… You can hate me all you like but that doesn’t change the fact you wanna fuck the shit outta me. Or have me fuck you; Either way.”
Ugh. Come on, now- “I don’t hate you. I’m disgusted by you.”
“Even better.” He grins, a perverted glee entering his smooth voice.
“And you’re wrong.” You go on contrarily. “The only thing I want from you is for you to leave me alone for once.”
For a blissful moment, Offender doesn’t say a damn word more so that you’re considering another escape attempt, because maybe he’s bored, before he then takes a final step into your personal space and lowers his voice. “… You know,” He purrs. “… We could go with your story, if that’s how it’s gotta be.”
Looking up at him then, you tilt your head to the side quizzically. “What?”
“I won’t tell a soul about this… all you have t’ do is disappear with me for a while. Everyone can keep thinking you have some kinda ‘supernatural resistance to me’, which you and I both know doesn’t fucken exist, and you still get six or seven orgasms from me. Doesn’t that sound good?”
Your mouth falls open. Six of s e v e n!? “N- “
Damnit it- he can tell you’re intrigued, and you know because his evil, sharp smile widens. “Maybe eight.” Oh, hell-
“Eight!?”
“Yeah, that should be enough.”
Oh, you hate yourself for asking, but- “Enough… for what?”
“Well that’s the point you mortals usually get so fucken dumb you can’t count anymore.”
Okay… your face feels like an oven now. “That’s… I… “And you’re tongue-tied now! Oh, fantastic…
“But… you gotta tell me you want it. Consent and all that- and besides… I wanna hear it. So c’mon.” You’re shaking you head, but no words escape your lips, because you’re afraid of what might come out if you try, but Offender’s backing you into a wall now and when your back bumps into the old dusty wallpaper Slender hasn’t bothered to update in 2 centuries he ends up so close to you that you can feel the warmth of his much larger frame against yours. God, you can hear your blood pumping loudly in your ears, and your brains feeling fuzzy, and you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that the two of you are alone.
Which means- no witnesses. No one would know if you just… if you didn’t even say anything. You wouldn’t need to. Just nod, or reach out to him, or just drop to your knees even… Fuck.
“It’d be just between you and me, doll.”
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are you tired, because you’ve been running through the labyrinth of my heart for so long by juurensha
Asterius wasn’t sure why his half-sister’s ex kept coming to his gym and tagging him in workout pictures afterwards, but he wasn’t complaining; it helped him keep track of their shared workouts.
It was a little weird that these pictures were all of Theseus shirtless and sweaty, but that was how good workouts usually ended.
Bullfighting for Fun and Profit by technically_direct
Asterius wasn't expecting to run into his sister's ex, period. He definitely wasn't expecting to run into the guy from the opposite side of the ring, for a ten-round cage fight.
God of Blood by NohaIjiachi
In the end, Hades decided to stop questioning as long as the boy was being fed and growing healthy… Even if he had very many questions, the most prominent of which being: What was his son?
But even that would go unanswered, he was sure, and the burning curiosity ended up falling in the background of his many responsibilities. In the end, it didn’t really matter, and Nyx had a point: redbloods died, they would continuously die, and blood would never come to lack for Zagreus to be nourished.
Eventually, even the vague unsettling sensation one could feel upon watching the baby happily consume liters of the thing would come to pass.
Witcher
Sweetheart by inexplicifics
Aiden eyes the man fidgeting in front of the desk a little warily. He’s a big man, redheaded and muscular and with a couple of rather remarkable scars and a redoubtable scowl; he looks, in short, like trouble. If he asks for the fiercest dog they have, Aiden’s kicking him right out.
A Beginners Guide to Exploiting the Kaedweni Tax Code For Fun and Profit by Heronfem
Aiden Kett and Lambert Wilkson accidentally get married, and this is honestly probably the least of their problems.
Featuring, in no particular order: technically not tax fraud from a legal standpoint but definitely tax fraud from an emotional standpoint, gender noncompliance, what do you mean you're moving in together, Geralt of Rivia as a professional horse girl, goats, an egregious amount of snark, a lot of take out food, licensed monster management in leather pants, Aiden's massive competency kink, found family, a great deal of love in the face of mental health struggles, and kittens.
Maybe no one in this family had a good childhood, but they'll be damned if they won't fight for a happily ever after.
Avatar the Last Airbender
Cause and Effect by azenki
"And your name is?"
"Sokka."
The Phoenix King smiles down at him. "No. Not anymore."
Or: Aang and Katara get trapped in the Spirit World. Sokka launches a rescue mission. It does not end well.
(Otherwise known as that Spirited Away AU. The first two parts of this series don't need to be read.)
that's murder, buddy by egeria
Throughout the streets, on quiet nights, it was rumored the screams of those missing could be heard. Some say the sounds were coming from underground.
Where were the young girls? And what was happening to them? Was an evil spirit haunting Gaoling, or something more human? More sinister?
My name is Zuko, and you’re tuning into another episode of ‘That’s Murder, Buddy’.
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Or: Sokka has no idea that his crush is the host of his favorite podcast. (But everyone else knows.)
Again and Again by bip2
After Aang is killed by Ozai, the world is thrown out of balance. Dying from the lightning wound that Azula gave him, Zuko is sent back in time to fix things.
He wakes up the night before his first Agni Kai, and every time he dies the loop resets.
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Hey y’all here’s a snippet of a fic that I don’t have a plot or title for that’s really just a look into how Hades would interact with Kassandra while she’s going about her business in the castle
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Kassandra was about to take another bite when she felt something brush against her leg, which caused her to let out a surprised “oh!” and drop her fork which made a loud clank once it hit her plate, alerting the gaze of her whole family to fall on her.
The youngest princess let out a faint giggle. “Uh… s-sorry, heh, had to sneeze.” She smiled sheepishly.
Once each of her family members resumed, her father and middle sister internally shrugging it off and her mother and eldest sister turning hesitantly with hints of suspicion in their eyes, Kassandra sneakily leaned over to look under the table.
She gasped, seeing an all too familiar grin. “Hades?”
The god of the dead had phased halfway through the floor, kind of looking like a funny pop-up toy. “Heyyyy sweetheart! Y’know I heard the service in this castle was top notch so I figured hey why not pop by and see for myself? Things were kinda dead down under, ha! You look great by the way~ Heh, well, I mean you always, look great but-“
“What are you doing here?” The princess whisper-yelled, glancing frequently side to side to make sure she hasn’t turned anymore heads.
Hades chuckled. “Babe, we just went over this.”
He saw the stern, twisted-lipped look she was giving him. Which usually meant “stop screwing around and give me a real answer”.
“Alright alright alright-“ the god made a gesture with his hands, still with that smug look on his face “I was jusssst… gettinnn’ kinda lonely and uh…” he trailed off, resting one cheek in his fist and tracing circles the floor of the dining room with the other hand in a faux-shy manner “well you know how dark and dismal it gets down there, heheh” he then proceeded to do a walking motion with his fingers, his eyes following them. “I-yeee wanted toooo see you again~ my little ray of sunshine~ It’s just not the same without you all up in there and” he made a circling motion with his hand “prettying up the place with your.. sweet voice and.. face~” he finished the sentence with the most dashing grin he could muster for her, resting his hand on the floor.
Kassandra softened, her shoulders relaxing as she let out a breath. A small smile now graced her lips. “Oh, Hades that’s sweet and I-I miss you too but-“
“Kassandra, dear, is everything alright?” The queens voice chimed from above the dinner table.
In an instant, the princess popped up from under the table and sat up straight. A wild blush coating her cheeks as she laughed awkwardly. “Oh! Um… yes, mother, I’m fine I just.. um. dropped.. my… fork.”
Her mother sharply raised an eyebrow.
A throaty, nervous giggle escaped Kassandra as she clutched her hands in her lap, praying to Zeus that her family wouldn’t notice anything off.
Her dad, through a mouthful of bread, chuckled and pointed to her plate. “Your fork is right there, munchkin!”
The queen gave him a distasteful look at his less than ideal table manners.
Kassandra looked down, pretending to be shocked as she picked up the silverware. “Oh! Ha, right, there it isss haha! Silly me!” She dropped it onto the floor. “Oops! I’m just gonna get that.” She said through a cheesy smile, pointing to the floor before diving back down.
From above the table still, the middle princess, red-headed Selephia, turned to her mom and dad. “We really need to get her a better ‘grace-and-poise’ tutor”
Once Kassandra’s head was back under the table, Hades lit up.
“Hey you’re back!” Hades joked.
“Hon, I’m really happy to see you-“
“go on~”
“Heh, but I’m well.. I’m kind of busy!”
“Busy… eating”
“Busy having dinner with my family! Who I never really get to see that often.”
“Aw c’mon they’ve had ya for like a week!” The deity put on his best pleading eyes and pouty lip. “when is it gonna be my turn again huh?”
Kassandra stifled a laugh, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss. “We can see each other after dinner, okay?”
Hades opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the princess quickly sat back up at the table, to which he huffed and leaned back into the palm of his hand.
“Why bother going back, there’s chopped liver right here” he muttered, gesturing to himself as he said ‘chopped liver’.
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"greek-Bros: When in Rome, wait wut?; The Reboot Nobody Fucking Asked For"
*after two incidences with his sons, Zeus has recruited Hades and Poseidon to investigate why the living hell was so distracting about Rome*
Zeus: *poorly disguised as a shepard* Well, it is a mighty fine city indeed. It's almost comparable to Athens. Don't you think so?
Poseidon: *also poorly disguised as the world's most muscular fisherman* It is dear brother! Why even our statues here are incredibly beautiful!
Hades: *who's cleverly disgusted as an old lady* hmf.
Poseidon: What's the matter Hades? Disgruntled that you don't have a shrine dedicated to you?
Hades: No quite frankly I actually don't care about shrines or temples in my honor. *Looks around and sees the same issues that the Bois saw* .....why do the mortals here call me Pluto?
Zeus and Poseidon: *both laugh at that*
Hades: Hahaha, laugh all you want.
Centurion: YOU TWO! How DARE you laugh at that poor, ugly old crone! You're under arrest for harassing the elderly!
Hades: *grins*
Zeus: *having absolutly none of this BS* .......
Poseidon: Ugh but sir we-
Centurion: *takes out cuffs and chains, FuCkInG puts them on Zeus and Poseidon* You're coming downtown! *Drags the both of them*
Zeus: *glares into space completely understanding why his sons tried to destroy Rome*
Poseidon: But sir! You can't just thrown people in jail for laughing!
Centurion: *in a completely casual tone* I deeply sorry sir but as of late there has been a zero tolerance policy throughout the city, orders say we MUST make an immediate arrest and put you through the identification process.
Hades: *still as an old crone clicks heels and walks away to sight see*
*later*
Mortus: *looming in the dark corner of the interrogation room, walks slowly to the table and slams his fist*.....where were you on the day of the Coliseum's destruction... And if you weren't there where were you on the day of its reopening?
An innocent bean farmer: *shaking in fear* ugh....in my field sir?
Mortus: *glares at the farmer*
A Centurion: *walks in the room* Sir! We have more prisoners! I think you maybe interested in these two.
Mortus: *slowly turns around* ......if this is another dead end.... you're joining the rest of the scum at the crucifixion field.
A Centurion: *gulps* ....y-yes sir.
Mortus: Bring them in...oh and release this one.
Bean Farmer: *just fucking bolts out of the room*
Mortus: .....
Centurion: *brings in Zeus, whom already looks a little claustrophobic in the already small room* There's a second one outside.
*outside*
Poseidon: *apparently has attracted the attention of many young beautiful women* Fear not Roman citizens! For I Po-*thinks of a name*...uhm...Paul.... understands your infatuation, but alas I am happily married, BUT let that not stop you from admiring my very being! *Tries to flex while handcuffed*
The small crowd of women: *swooned*
A Centurion: oh shut up.
*inside*
Mortus: *actually a little intimidated by Zeus and his stone cold resting death face*....Well now....you rather large for a shepard. Retired I suppose?
Zeus: ....no.
Mortus: Than what is your occupation?
Zeus: ......I do not think you have the jurisdiction to ask me.
Mortus: *getting angry* Where were you when the Coliseum was being destroyed!?
Zeus: .... Probably with your mother, who I would be certain would be very ashamed that her son has decided to harass the elderly.
Mortus: *steaming mad* YOU WILL ANSWER THE QUESTION!
Zeus: I want to speak with my lawyer.
Mortus: WHAT?!?
A Centurion: Um sir, we have a Mr-*looks at a crudly written card* Plutonium? He's a law maker and legally represents the detainee.
Mortus: *feeling a cold sweat as if the devil has entered the building, looks at Zeus*
Zeus: *smiling*
Mortus: ....bring him in.
Hades: *now looks more like a mortal version of himself but now carries a satchel* Good evening my name is Cryus Plutonium and I have heard my client and his brother have been unlawfully detained. *Places a scroll on the table* Sir if I may infer, I've been working several weeks in the law office and I have found no evidence of this new "Zero tolerance policy". So I do believe you have no legal right to detain and must release him-
Poseidon: *from outside* AND ME!
Hades: -and his brother.
Mortus: *stares in disbelief* ....what.
Hades: *slowly walks to Zeus and unbinds him*
Zeus: thank you.
Hades: Now. Let us l-*feels a sword near his next* ......
Mortus: *has just about snapped* .....I've been after you and your mutant kin for a whole year and three months.....you owe not just me....but you owe the empire....an explanation.
Hades: ............
Zeus: ...........*lifts a finger, shocks him and tases Mortus, knocking him cold* ................you know something.......I think I finally understand why the children hate this place.
Hades: *shakes his head, as the two leave they see poseidon just flexing for a small crowd while the Centurion who was gaurding him is tied to a support beam*
A Centurion: Please help me.
Zeus: *points and sarcastically smiles* No. *Walks to Poseidon and drags him* It's time to go.
Poseidon: Awww....but I was just getting the crowd warmed up!
Hades: Let's just say they'll be warmed up with a few weeks of heavy thunderstorms.
Poseidon: .....can there be earthqu-
Zeus: You may bury the lot.
Poseidon: *smiles* Huzzah!
Hades: Or....we can be a little less intrusive.
Zeus: Fine, I shall ask Odin if he wants to help.
Hades: Yes my thoughts exactly.
Zeus: *still angry until he sees Octavia and little Caius and suddenly feels a little odd*......Hades.
Hades: yes
Zeus: I understand you don't have children...but what are the chances that one of my sons may have left something behind.
Hades: *trying to understand what Zeus meant until he saw Caius* Hmm....oh come now you're not going to take the child away from. His mother....or..... fornicate with her.....are you?
Zeus: .....oh damn it all....we can't destroy this city........
Poseidon: *in a singsong tone* I can! *Suddenly a little rumble starts until Zeus bonks him on the head* ~°
Zeus: No....the city of Rome...if officially protected.
Hades: ........all this because there's a bastard grandson around here isn't it?
Zeus: Silence Hades. Look at him, not a care in the world. Enjoying his moments with his dear mother talking to Hera a-WHAT THE?!?!
Hades: Wait Hera is here??
Poseidon: *rubbing his head* Hey look! It's Amphitrite too!
Hera: *talking to Octavia* Oh yes, married life is great but have you ever considered divorce?
Octavia: Oh heavens no, even though my husband has been rather distent. I'm positive he isn't in an adulterous relationship. That's punishable but crucifixion here.
Amphitrite: Well yes darling, for the WOMEN, men here get away with it scot-free.
Octavia: Oh heavens no.
Caius: *squirming a little*
Octavia: aww what the matter deary.
Hera: *knotices that Caius has few enough features of Zeus to be related but not directly enough to be his son* Aw what an adorable little baby boy. Who's the father?
Octavia: oh I'm happily married to General Mortus Biccus.
Hera: hmm....
Zeus: Oh there you are my beautiful, wonderful and not here to make sure I'm cheating on her wife! *Grits teeth* what are you doing here?!
Hera: ....I was wondering the same thing. I'm here shopping for some exotic fruits.
Amphitrite: *shows her basket of bananas*
Zeus: Oh.
Poseidon: *enthralled by the bananas* ohhhh.....
Hades: Well....I guess we can all go home then.
Octavia: Oh my! This must be your husband. You must be very lucky to have married such a big strong man.
Hera: *unamused* I am so blessed.
Zeus: *puts his arm around her* not as blessed as I am to be married to her.
Octavia: aww.
Caius: *kinda happy sensing he's found grandma and grandpa* c:
Zeus: *now getting a closer look, the baby literally looks like a spitting image of Hermes* oh my.
Mortus: THERE YOU ARE! *huffing and puffing from running* You are all under arrest!
Octavia: Oh Mortus, don't be so rude to these fine people they have done nothing wrong.
Mortus: This man shot LIGHTNING out of his finger! And that one *points to Hades* is...well he's just scary and THAT one is just annoying! *points to Poseidon*
Poseidon and Amphitrite: *sharing a banana and suddenly stop* hmf?
Mortus: These men are connected to the destruction of the coliseum last year and the disappearance of Gaius!
Zeus: ....Oh! You mean my sons? Oh yes they're actually harmless. You see, they're traveling magicians and they perform fantastic illusions!
Mortus: NO! FUCK YPU OLD MAN! I know what the people saw! Clearly something is going on! ...my suspensions are...that you...and your cohorts.....are demons!
Octavia: Mortus!
Caius: :c
Zeus: ....oh that's rather rude.
Hera: Now hang on a minute. Let's prove our innocence.
Zeus: Hera what are you doing?
Hera: .....you know, the gods are technically innocent....and exempt from being accused of any crime.
Mortus: *tempted to mention Emperor Caligula and his recent campaign against Poseidon but decided not to*
Hera: ...so...if we were gods...we would be innocent.
Octavia: Hmm...she does have a point.
Mortus: What are you getting at?
Zeus: *deep sigh* Fine...I lied.....me...my lovely wife and my brothers....are all gods......I'm actually Zeus, she's Hera and so on and so forth. My sons are were Apollo, Hermes and Dionysus....you see....it's likely their fault for losing their tempers, I apologize for that too. And I apologize for shocking you but you did threaten to crucify me.
Mortus: ..........*starts laughing hysterically and has officially lost his mind*
Octavia: Oh dear. Let's go honey, I must apologize for my husband's behavior. He's been working day and night. Oh sweetheart let's go.
Caius: byebye c: *waves*
Mortus: *while laughing like a mad man* HAHAHAH wait! I HAVE to know this but IS Caius here yours?!? HAHAHAHA I mean, I don't have BALLS! HAHAHAHAHAHA *gets dragged back home*
Zeus: ......you didn't help with that last portion did you?
Hera: No. I figured a man who looked as pathetic and desperate like that probably was already at his wit's end.... Speaking of which is that child yours?
Zeus: hmm....
*back at Olypmus*
Zeus: *pulls the ears of Hermes and Dionysus*
Hera: *helping with the situation and pulls Apollo's and Ares's ear*
Zeus: You boys are forbidden from returning to Rome. And as for you Hermes....it's one thing frolicking with farm maidens with incompetent husbands....but a war general with no testicles?....shame on you.
Hermes: *knows what he's talking about*.....worth it. *Feeling his ear getting pulled* ow~°
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A Prophecy Fullfilled Chapter 2
(Moodboard made by @buckysmischief)’
(Moodboard created by me)
Fandom: Marvel
AU: Greek Gods AU
Pairing: Hades!Loki x Aphrodite!Reader / (Eventual) Ares!Bucky x Aphrodite!Reader
Part of a series: Yes or No
Warnings: Cussing, Talks of sex, Words cock and pussy being used, Heartbreak, cheating, Angst, Asshole Loki, Slight asshole reader(not much though just her being angry and heart broken), Ares being a bitch but a lovesick fool, Your name in this is Aphrodite and it’s said a lot but it’s supposed to be you, mentions of seduction and manipulating
Disclaimer: GIFS are not mine! Pictures are not mine! Marvel is not mine! The Marvel characters are not mine! The First Moodboard is not mine! The First chapter and the idea of the series was not mine! The First Moodboard, the First chapter and the idea for it all belongs to @buckysmischief!
A/n: Hi!! So this series is all based off of @buckysmischief's one shot " A Prophecy Fulfilled." And I just loved it so much and really wanted to make it a series. As well as I like to think the time zone is back in B.C time era in Greece where Greek gods was the religion back then. Anywhooo, I hope all of you like thisss!!! I have great ideas for where this could go!
Summary:
@buckysmischief‘s Summary;
The journey to finding your true love is said to be long and difficult- well then it’s a good thing you’re Aphrodite, the goddess of love. You might know their names, but their stories are very different. Will it end in love, or will it be just another Greek tragedy? Or that one time Hades thought he could pull one over on the Goddess of Love.
Which gods are who list -> Here (List made by @buckysmischief)
Which gods are who list(Same list but with more people) -> Here
Chapter One (Chapter made by @buckysmischief)
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“ Your like, a goddess.” Another, Lovesick mortal said as Aphrodite smiled sweetly at him before picking up her small white shawl flung over the chair and left. Just like she was never there. Leaving yet another mortal with memories of her, of the one night they shared together. A night they will never relive as she disappears.
It was 4 weeks since she disappeared from Olympus, since anybody has seen her. She disappeared two weeks after she found Hades with a nymph. Now she wondered the mortals world, luring the weaker men into bed and then leaving them, lovesick and wishing for just one more night. She was so heart broken that she even went after the men who had wives. Wanting someone else to feel the pain she felt. Feeling the same heart broken feelings she had to feel.
She had a routine now. She wondered around, not really staying within one place. And once a night, she would go out, meet a nice man and lure him to bed. Whether he was married or not.
There were events that led up to Aphrodite’s disappearance. That made her choose the decision to leave and live among mortals. Praying and seducing the weaker willed men, using them as she pleased. She hoped maybe that would heal her heart that was broken by Hades.
He tried to make her listen, tried to explain himself. But all he had done was make it worse.
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Two Days After the Party
“ Dite, please listen to me.” Hades spoke softly, trying to gain her attention. Something Aphrodite would always easily give to him. But now, she wouldn’t give it. She would not give him the satisfaction. It was two days after the party, after the incident, and she made her way to the underworld being taken there by Pietro. Who stood to the side for when it was time to take off. The goddess was only there to get the things she had there. It was few things but they were things she wanted and needed. She tried to sneak in and out but Hades knew. Hades knew she would be there. So he tried, he tried to make her listen, but she wouldn’t, she would not give him that when he just torn her apart in only one night and one glance.
Everything happened so quick. Her heart shattered then she was taken away by Scott. That night she sat on Scott’s bed while Scott held her trying his best to comfort the broken goddess while she just stared at the floor trying to comprehend everything. Loki, her Loki, cheating with a nymph. She was angry, and everyone knows when Aphrodite gets angry no one wins. Love and beauty is everything she is, so seeing anger was rare. Only seen when she was jealous or right now, feeling the devastation of being, cheated on. But not only was she seeing anger, she felt so so sad and empty. And she hated it, she never felt this way. No one dared to ever make her feel like that. Aphrodite is the goddess that is filled with love and so so beautiful, no one dared to make her feel otherwise. To make her feel empty and like she was just something that could be easily discarded.
And she’d be damned if she were to let the man who made her feel this way to get what he wanted. Which at the moment, was her attention. So she ignored him while she picked up her things. And it was oh so hard, she so badly wanted to look at him. See that long black silky hair of his and those green eyes she’d fallen in love with. The eyes you now compared to as a black hole that you fell into.
“ Dite, look at me.” She continued to ignore him.
“ Dite, listen to me. Look at me.” She didn’t move at all, the only movement she made was continuing to pack up her belongings.
“ Aphrodite! I said to look at me!” She spun around and looked at him, and Hades knew he made a mistake right then and there. He could see the angry flames in her eyes, how the anger was trying to not creep up onto her facial features, and he didn’t miss the tears that were welling up.
All she said was, “ No..”
It was a single word but it was enough, enough to make Loki see that he can’t tell her to do anything. Not anymore. Because she wasn’t his anymore. Because he fucked up. But he needed to try when he saw her turn away from him once more finally grabbing everything and walking right pass him and asking Pietro to take her away from there.
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2 Weeks After Visit at Underworld
“ What do you think your doing there Hades.” Scott said, seeing Hades banging on Aphrodite’s door obviously trying to get her to open it and listen to him. He could hear how Hades sounded so, desperate. And Scott felt a little bad. But then he remembered what he did to deserve such treatment from her. His little goddess.
Loki looked at him, and Scott could see how the situation was taking it’s toll on the god. His hair was knotted and he could see the bags under his eyes. His outfit entire was perfect as always but if you really looked and observed you could see two buttons of his white button up where unbuttoned and his pants had wrinkles. It had been two weeks since she had been in the underworld and grabbed her belongings. He didn’t try anything after than night for a week an a half. And now he was here, at her home once again. Either being dragged away by Pietro, or one of the other gods and surprisingly even Ares at one point in time. It had been 4 days of him trying, coming to Olympus, coming to her home.
“ Little Brother, I’m not in the mood to deal with your insolence.” He spoke, harsh but Scott could hear the tiredness in his voice.
“ I don’t think you should be here Hades.”
“ Well that’s not your place to tell me that. Is it?”
“ Well as the one who had to comfort her after you cheated on her then I say I have a right to tell you to leave her the fuck alone before I throw you in the god damn ocean.”
“ Little brother, you are messing with the wrong god.” Loki said turning around slowly.
“ No brother, I think you are the one messing with the wrong god.” Scott spoke, as both brother’s slowly made their ways to each other. Both in their faces as they continue to make jabs at one another. Loki, trying to intimidate the younger god while Scott tried his best to be the most annoying hoping the god will just give up and leave the goddess alone. But little did they know, she had cracked open the door just a little bit to peak and hear the conversation outside going on outside. And that's when she heard Scott say, “ You don’t love her Hades, we all know it and see it. You only use her to have a pretty thing on your arm and a pussy to fuck. How many times have you cheated on her while she was away? How many times Hades?”
“ That is none of your business.”
“ How many times Hades?”
“ I said, It’s none of your business.”
“ Then you won’t have a problem telling her right? Why don’t I go knock on the door right now and you can go tell her. Because it is her business.”
“ Poseidon, you are testing my patience.”
“ So you’d rather tell her I see?”
Loki was cornered, he felt cornered, he couldn’t tell her,“ It was more than once, happy?”
“ How many?”
“ Poseidon.”
“ How many times Hades?”
“ It wasn’t as many times as you think.” He said quietly.
“ Hades?”
“ It was more than 4 times. Either with the Nymph girl or another. I just felt so lonely without her, so I found warmth with another. I needed t-” A small gasp left her lips as the small noise stopped Loki from speaking. Knowing he was caught saying words he didn’t want to speak to her. Scott slowly looked up at her at that moment. A sad, sympathetic look on his face as he looked at her. Loki looked around to see what Scott was looking at when he saw her, the absolute sorrow in her eyes. But he could see the fiery anger making its way onto her face. He was quick to start walking toward the goddess and this time she didn’t move away. He took her hands in his, staring at them as if he knew he would never be able to feel her hands in his ever again. And, he did. He knew he’d never have what again what they once had.
“ Aphrodite, listen. It wasn’t that many times Sweetheart. I need you.” She did nothing but stare as Loki tried to explain himself, poorly. As she already heard his words, already heard those words that just stabbed into her heart and broke it even further.
“ Aphrodite, look. It meant nothing with them. It meant nothing. I didn’t feel anything. I always thought of you.” She continued to stare.
“ Please di-”
“ Do not call me Dite.” You said finally, yanking your hands from his.
“ You have sacrificed your right to use that name.” Loki stared at you, his need to be strong overpowering his need to be gentle. To lead her back to him.
“ I didn’t sacrifice anything. You are mine, we are meant to b-”
“ No we are not. Not anymore.” And Loki could see the tears starting to well up. Most people haven’t seen her rage. Aphrodite is a force to be reckon with when angry. Aphrodite was known for jealous rages. She would tear you down till you couldn’t get back up, make you feel as though you were inferior to her. She was the goddess of beauty, the goddess of love and sexual pleasure. If anyone made her feel like she wasn’t, made her feel like she was the opposite. That someone could just get someone else compared to her. A reason why jealousy was an emotion she held onto strongly. Because she is the image of beauty. And no one, could tell her otherwise, make her feel otherwise without feeling the backlash. She glared, trying her best not to lash out at the god before she quickly turned around and entered her home once again, locking the door behind her. And that was the last anyone saw of her at Olympus, disappearing that night. Nobody knowing where she had went except that she would be living among mortals. Some say she was hiding, some say she wanted to take her anger out on the mortals. But nobody knew the true reason why she decided to live among the mortals. Why she left that night and not earlier. The only one to know, was her.
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Time to Realize Pt. 4
Warnings: Swearing; Smut
Word Count: 5.2k+
Author’s Note: This is the long awaited fourth installment of this series. I’ve clearly been in a little it of funk creatively but I’m hoping you enjoy this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing it even though it took me like fifteen years. *Sigh* Thank you for your patience though! <3 This is now *Edited* and longer!
Important Note: The Greek mythology throughout this piece does not accurately represent Greek mythology to its fullest extent. Some things are changed for the sake of the story. One major point is the relationship between Hades and the rest of Mt. Olympus. With that being said, their relationship isn’t family-oriented, but Hades is welcome throughout Mt. Olympus and everyone gets along enough to be considered tolerated.
Y/n didn’t sleep a wink. Even though she was wrapped in Harry’s arms her mind wouldn’t stop racing. She didn’t have a doubt in her mind that the lunch with her mom would go smoothly, but what happened afterwards? Would they build a relationship? That’s something that y/n had always dreamed of and fantasized about with the thought that it would never be attainable. She reached over grabbing her phone to check the time it read: 3:52 A.M.
‘Ugh,’ she thought, putting the phone back down and cuddling back into Harry’s side.
“You’re still awake,” Harry noted as he tightened his grip on her body. “Baby, it’s almost morning, close your eyes.”
“I can’t.”
“You haven’t tried.”
“What the fuck, of course I have,” She said feigning hurt before unwrapping herself from his grasp and kissing his cheek. “I’m going to go watch some tv, you go back to sleep.”
“I’ll come out there with you, we can cuddle while we watch.”
“You’re so annoying,” she grumbled, letting her lips quirk into a smile. She waited a minute in order for him to catch up to her so they could walk into the living room together. As Harry sat down on the couch, y/n quickly grabbed the throw off the back of the couch in order to cuddle up to Harry in a warm burrito-like embrace.
Y/n sighed as she rested her head in the crook of Harry’s neck. The slight stubble of beard rubbing against her forehead brought a calming sense of familiarity. She reached up, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of his throat causing him to tense up.
“What are you doing, love?”
“I’m just loving up on you,” Y/n said, shrugging before tightening her hold on him and placing another lingering kiss against his throat.
“Fuck,” he moaned out before flipping her over. “You have a big day tomorrow darling. I don’t want to wear you out before then.”
“I’d like to see you try and wear me out,” she scoffed.
“Baby,” Harry said as he flipped the two over, pinning Y/n underneath him. “Challenge accepted.”
Harry started kissing down her neck, nibbling on her pressure points with enough force to cause her to moan but not hard enough to leave a mark. He reached down to her panties before slipping his hand inside and feeling her slit. “You’re dripping baby, is all this for me?”
“You don’t even know how ready I am for you at all times,” She moaned out as he inserted a finger. “I’m ready for you baby, please fuck me.”
“As you wish, lovie.” Harry said as he withdrew his fingers from her pussy before pulling his pants off and slipping a condom on. Slowly he rubbed his cock along her folds to get himself all slicked up. “Fuck baby.”
“Fuck me, H”
Harry let out a guttural moan at her words. He took his cock and slowly started to sink into her, inch by inch before he finally bottomed out, waiting a second so she could adjust.
“You’re so big,” Y/n whined. “Please move, Harry.”
Harry quickly understood as he set a rapid pace. Pounding into y/n as his life depended on it.
“Yes, Harry, right there,” Y/n whined. “You’re fucking me so good.”
“Right there?”
“Mph, yes,” She all but screamed as Harry hit the spot that made her curl her toes and pull his hair, clenching around him as she felt the burning sensation fill her lower belly. “I’m going to come!”
“Wait for me,” Harry urged, as he continued his rapid assault on her pussy. “Come now baby!”
“Oh my, fuck!” Y/n groaned, her moans coming out almost pornographic.
“Let me grab a towel, I’ll be right back baby,” Harry said, before kissing her sweaty forehead and walking into the bathroom.
“Thank you for tiring me out,” Y/n said as she smiled down at the man cleaning the mess between her thighs. “I’m going to sleep like a baby now.”
“I’m happy I could help,” Harry chuckled as he laid back down and wrapped his arms around Y/n, pulling the blanket over both of their clammy bodies.
As Y/n snuggled into Harry’s body, she wrapped her legs around his and closed her eyes. “I love you so much, Persephone,” she heard Harry whisper as she fell asleep.
The next morning, her alarm jolted her awake causing both Harry and she to fall off the couch. “Ow,” Harry grumbled, rubbing his face with his hand not wrapped around her waist.
“I’m so sorry, bub,” y/n said, before sitting up and kissing his cheek. “Thank you for staying out here with me, you should go lay down on the bed though. I’m going to start getting ready to see Demeter.”
Y/n got up and walked to the bathroom attached to her bedroom. After turning on the water to a warm temperature, she undressed before stepping into the steaming water. A few minutes later once she was finished shampooing her hair, she heard the bathroom door open.
“Harry?”
“Just me, love.”
Y/n sighed before conditioning her hair and finishing her shower routine. “Would you mind handing me my towel?”
“‘Course love,” Harry said as he pushed the towel past the shower curtain into y/n’s grasp.
“Now it’s go time,” y/n said as she wrapped the towel around her body and stepped out of the tub. Y/n took her time getting ready, putting the time and effort into her appearance to look and feel presentable for her big lunch. Two hours later, she felt confident and at ease, ready to meet with Demeter. She walked out of the bathroom into her connected bedroom to face Harry, hands on her hips.
“How do I look?”
“You look stunning, love,” Harry said as he smiled widely before whispering, “C’mere.”
“I have to get going,” Y/n whispered back as she climbed onto his lap, kissing his cheek and leaving a lip gloss stain on it. Once she noticed the mark, she smiled before beginning to clean it off.
“I know, but give me a proper kiss first, yeah?” He said, grabbing the wrist that was rubbing his cheek.
“Of course, bub,” y/n said, rolling her eyes before slotting her lips against his. Quickly the kiss turned more passionate as Harry dragged his tongue across her bottom lip.
“I really need to go now,” y/n said as she pulled away breathlessly.
“Yes, go go. Have a good time with Demeter. I’ll see you later, yeah?”
“Can I call you tomorrow? Classes start then and I should probably try to get organized…”
“Of course, now get going,” He said before kissing her forehead and ushering her out the door.
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Y/n got in her car and pulled out her phone, plugging the address for the restaurant into the GPS. The drive to the restaurant was quick, perfect for eliminating the overthinking that Y/n was bound to do. As she pulled into a parking spot and put the car in park, Y/n slowly let out the breath that she didn’t realize she was holding.
After getting out of the car, she walked into the fancy restaurant before spotting Demeter. “Over here, dear,” said the voice she recognized previously as Demi but now, her mother. Y/n smiled before walking across the room.
“Hi,” Y/n breathed out, before being engulfed in a hug.
“Hello sweetheart,” Demeter whispered before releasing her grip. “I hope the drive here wasn’t too long…”
“No, no, it was actually rather close to my apartment so it didn’t take long at all.”
“That’s so good to hear, now, tell me all about yourself.”
“Oh, well,” Y/n began, eyes widening as she tried to think about all the memorable moments of her life. “I’m now a junior in college… I have this really great group of friends surrounding me which has been a blessing, I’m studying botany but you already knew that.”
Demeter gave a knowing smile before saying, “I’m sorry that I wasn’t a part of your life sooner.”
“I don’t want you to beat yourself up over anything,” Y/n said. “Harry explained what happened when I was younger. I can imagine we both felt similarly about things. It’s just nice to know that I wasn’t alone because you didn’t want me.”
“I was devastated when you were taken from us,” Demeter said, her eyes beginning to glow brighter. “I spent years trying to track down the person who was guilty. I felt your presence when you began school, though. I saw that you were doing okay and I was relieved.”
“Growing up how I did was hard,” Y/n began, trying to choose her words carefully. “I had to deal with some difficult things on my own but as much as I felt like I struggled, I like to believe it made me a better person…I don’t really take shit from anyone now. I know how to handle myself on my own…The hardships are what made me, me.
“Don’t feel guilty for anything. We’re in each other's lives’ now and that’s what’s important. I don’t think I would be as independent or resilient if I had not lived such a human life.”
“Oh, Persephone,” Demeter said, her eyes glassy. “I’m so proud of you, really.”
Y/n smiled before grabbing the cup of water in front of her and taking a drink. She finally felt at ease, almost completely comfortable. Before she could respond to Demeter, they were interrupted by the waiter.
“Hi, are you two ready to order?”
“Uh yes, I’ll have the Cobb salad with dressing on the side, please,” Demeter ordered before closing the menu and holding it up towards the waiter.
“I think I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger with sweet potato fries,” Y/n said, before handing her menu to the waiter as well.
Lunch couldn’t have been going any better. Y/n hadn’t felt this comfortable and at home since she started seeing Harry. In such an odd and unexpecting way, for the first time things were starting to click into place for her.
“So, sweetheart,” Demeter started, “I know this is all very new to you, but I’m sure that Hades has explained to you the gist of everything?”
“Oh yeah, Harry has been an absolute blessing in this chaos… I’ve visited the Underworld with him and he spent the whole day breaking things down for me. It’s a lot but I think I’m getting more comfortable with everything.”
“You went to the Underworld with Hades, alone?” Demeter questioned as she narrowed her eyes on her daughter.
“Well yeah, he claimed it was to explain things a little easier, which is probably partially true, but I also think he’s calmer and less anxious in a spot that’s familiar to him.”
“Mhm,” Demeter mumbled, her face being set in stone quickly turning the atmosphere into something less comfortable. Much to y/n’s relief, a few moments later, their waiter returned with their orders.
“This is so good,” Y/n moaned out with a mouthful of her cheeseburger.
“It’s so wonderful to see you enjoying yourself like this,” Demeter said before allowing a small smile to settle on her features as she stared at her daughter.
“I’ve never been here before but I’m definitely going to need to bring Harry here, he’d love this place.”
“He’s making you happy, then?”
“Endlessly happy,” Y/n said. “He might just be the most incredible person on this planet.”
“Ah, young love,” Demeter said, as she put on a smile. “Be careful though darling, he is the King of the Underworld.”
“I know he is,” Y/n said before narrowing her eyes at her Mother. “What are you insinuating?”
“I’m just saying sweetheart,” Demeter said as she sighed before continuing, “His soul has been hardened over the years and it would pain me immensely if he hurt you. I want you to have everything in this world but I guess if he’s who makes you happy then who am I to stand in the way of that?”
“With all due respect, I’ve known Harry for a few years now and he’s always treated me with the most respect and kindness, even more than some people I’ve been friends with for longer,” Y/n said. “He’s the most special soul I’ve ever encountered and even if he does eventually hurt me, that’s something that I need to go through on my own. You’re my mom, and I’m so excited to get to know you but unfortunately you haven’t been involved in my life for long enough to have a say or to dictate who I’m going to love.”
“You love him?”
“I’m getting there.”
“You’re right honey, I’m sorry that I just threw in my opinion like it was wanted. I want our relationship to grow; I want to know my daughter.”
“I want to get to know my Mom, too,” Y/n said as she smiled before grabbing Demeter’s hands across the table. “Thank you for lunch but I really should be going, I have to get ready for classes because they start tomorrow!”
“Of course!” Demeter said. “I’ll call you later this week and maybe you could come to Mt. Olympus for dinner soon?”
“I would absolutely love that.”
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Y/n walked through the front door of her apartment before releasing a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. Everything went smoothly, of course her fears were for nothing. Her mom loved her; she loved her mom. She was a goddess? And had a whole ass family? And the best boyfriend. She felt proud of herself. Proud for standing up to her mom about her feelings with Harry. But also proud of doing something that she knew was scary and intimidating which was meeting her mom.
Tomorrow though, school would start and instead of things being as beautiful and flowing as it has been, she was going to have to buckle down and study. Just because she was a goddess, that didn’t mean that she still didn’t have to work hard. Y/n walked into the kitchen and filled up her bottle with water before going into her room and getting ready for bed. Tomorrow would be the start of her senior year of college.
The next morning, y/n got up and made her way around the apartment, gathering everything she would need for her first few classes of the year. By 8:30 she was out of the apartment and walking into the campus coffee shop.
As she walked along the sidewalk to her first class, she shot Harry a text, letting him know that she would be done with class around 11 and asking him if he wanted to meet for lunch after. He responded with an ‘of course, xx’.
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After walking into the cafeteria area of her school, looking for an empty table for her and Harry to sit at, she noticed Christine reading a book at a corner table. “Hey Chris,” she said as she sat down.
“Hey babe, where’s the dreamboat?”
“On his way, I think-“
“Hello, ladies,” Harry said as he sat down beside you pressing a kiss to her forehead before sitting down beside her. “What are we talking about?”
“Oh you know,” Christine said before smirking. “Just about how great of a boyfriend you are.”
“Shut up Chris,” Y/n said before nudging her friend. “We were actually just talking about where you were. You are a great boyfriend though. Chris is just trying to pry details about our relationship out of me.”
“Damn Chris, the look on your face had me worried for a second. It looked…deadly,” Harry said as he put his arm around y/n before leaning down and whispering, ”By the way, in case I haven’t told you, you’re a great girlfriend too. The best actually.”
“You two are ridiculous, I regret trying to make a cute moment between you two. It actually makes me want to puke up my lunch once I actually eat it,” Chris mumbled as she brought a fry to her mouth. “Actually, there is something I wanted to run past you two.”
“What’s that?” Harry asked as he grabbed a carrot stick of Y/n’s plate.
“Well there’s a costume party this weekend at a frat and I was thinking we could all go,” Christine said before quickly looking down at her plate of French fries.
“I know, Harry and I talked about the party the other day, so why are you being weird about this?” Y/n asked as she narrowed her eyes.
“Well, the party is at Rowan’s frat. I know you’re not talking, and rightfully so, but I just needed you to know that beforehand.”
“Dammit Chris,” Y/n said.
“It’s fine Christine, we will still be there,” Harry said as he squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “If you’re comfortable going of course, babe.”
“If you’re okay with it, I am too,” Y/n said before leaning up to kiss Harry’s cheek. “I just haven’t talked to Rowan since our fight and I just don’t want it to be awkward.”
“Ignore him,” Christine scoffed. “He was being a shit head and I don’t think you need to talk to him. When he finally comes to his senses and apologizes then, a reconciliation might be in order.”
“She’s right, Y/n,” Harry said. “I’m pissed off that he disrespected both you and us in that way but you shouldn’t have to limit your fun and your experiences because you’re afraid he might be there.”
“Okay, well I have to go, my next class is in twenty minutes,” Christine said as she scarfed the rest of her fries down before grabbing her bag. “I love you both and I’ll see you two later.”
Y/n sighed as she watched Christine walk away. “These last two weeks have been a lot,” she mumbled before leaning her head on Harry’s shoulder.
“I know baby,” Harry whispered as he kissed her temple. “How was lunch with Demeter yesterday? Did everything go well?”
“For the most part everything went really well. We had a heart to heart about the kidnapping issue, she felt terrible but of course I assured her it wasn’t her fault. I’m content with how everything turned out and proud of myself for my growth because of it. We also talked a little bit about you,” Y/n whispered before kissing his cheek. Harry’s grip around her shoulder tightened a little bit.
“What did she say?” Harry questioned, his whole body going stiff. “Tell you how awful I am being the King of Darkness and all?”
“She tried to make a comment about how you might not be the right decision for me-“
“I fucking knew she was going to pull a stunt like that,” Harry said, his tone of voice rising a bit due to his newfound anger.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it though Bub,” Y/n said as she kissed his lips, pulling away too quick for his liking as he chased her lips. “I definitely put her in her place. You’re the one for me. I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else, she doesn't know me well enough to make those kinds of decisions for me.”
Harry relaxed at her words before letting a smirk take over his lips. “My knight in shining armor,” He joked as he nuzzled his face onto her cheek.
“Stop it,” She said as she was giggling before looking up at him with a serious glint in her eye. “I’ll defend you forever, I hope you know that.”
“I do, baby, and I would do the same.”
—
The rest of the week flew by, Y/n was busy with her classes, Botany 507 being her favorite course. A free weekend seemed to be exactly what she needed to unwind from the overwhelming classwork. That and spending quality time with her boyfriend, of course. Y/n picked out the costumes that the two were going to wear to the frat party on Friday.
By the time Harry showed up at her house to get ready for the party, Christine had already left to go get ready with a new girl she was talking to. When she heard the light tapping on the door she walked over to reveal a dissolved looking Harry.
“Bub,” Y/n whispered as she pulled him into her apartment. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Harry mumbled as he reached out to grab her cheeks bringing her lips to his, harshly. Y/n quickly got the memo that he wasn’t in the mood for talking and surprisingly, she was okay with that. She felt his tongue slide across her lower lip to which she quickly allowed him control.
“I just need to love on you for a minute, is that okay?” Harry asked as he walked them backwards towards the couch.
“That’s more than okay,” Y/n mumbled against his lips before sitting down in front of him, getting comfortable on her couch.
“Thank you baby,” Harry said as he started working her pants down her legs. “You’re sure this is okay?”
“Yes,” She said, spreading her legs out for him.
“So beautiful baby,” Harry whispered as he admired her pink lacy underwear on display for him. He got down on his knees before leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to her clothed clit.
“Fuck, Harry,” Y/n moaned out at the sudden contact. “I’m going to make you feel so good, lovie,” Harry whispered, looking up at her with a devilish glint in his eyes. He grabbed the elastic of her panties as he slowly started to drag them down her legs. Y/n raised her hips in order to help him get them off.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Harry whispered looking at her like his last meal.
“If you don’t do something right now Harry, I’ll take care of it myself,” Y/n said, frustration radiating through her body.
“Patience, petal,” Harry said before licking a long stripe up her slit. The sudden contact making Y/n jump and harshly grab onto Harry’s hair. Slowly, Harry pushed a finger inside of y/n all while continuing his assault on her clit.
“So good Harry,” Y/n moaned out as she felt the fire in her lower belly start to burn. Harry noticed her clenching and inserted another finger slowly so as to not hurt her.
“Oh my god,” Y/n moaned as she pressed Harry’s face deeper into her core. Harry quickly got the memo and replaced his fingers with his tongue. Quickly fucking his tongue in and out of her core, relishing in way he was making her feel.
“Feel so good, H,” Y/n moaned. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
“Let go for me baby, come all over my face,” Harry moaned back, her pleasure going straight to his dick. Y/n quickly reached the point of no return as she screamed his name loudly.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming,” Y/n yelled while clenching her legs around Harry’s face before leaning back onto the couch and looking down at her boyfriend with her juices still covering his face. “Please kiss me.”
“Oh baby,” He whispered before leaning up and kissing her softly, relishing in how she molded against him.
Y/n quickly took charge, reaching her hands into Harry’s boxers and slowly stroking his cock. “You know, I haven’t had a chance to give you a blowie yet, and it’s literally all I can think about.”
“Yeah, you want my cock in your pretty little mouth?” Harry asks, his chest rising and falling at a quicker pace.
“It’s all I want, H,” Y/n said before pulling his pants down his legs just far enough to let his member spring free and then pushing him on the couch. Slowly falling to her knees, y/n pressed a small kiss to his leaking tip, causing Harry to let out a small moan.
“Seeing you on your knees for me, is doing more for me than I can even begin to describe,” Harry moans out, watching her take him into her mouth.
Y/n just smirks as she looks up at him through her eyelashes and fully taking him into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. “I want you to fuck my throat, Harry.”
“What?” Harry says, eyes wide.
“You heard me, fuck my throat, use me.”
Harry let out a guttural groan before saying, “Please tell me if it gets to be too much.” Y/n nodded, giving Harry the okay to take the reins. He grabbed the back of her head, pushing himself fully into her mouth before lightly thrusting his hips, causing y/n to gag.
“You’re doing so good for me baby, being daddy’s bad girl and letting him use her,” the dirty words causing y/n to moan out and send vibrations onto Harry’s dick, making it twitch. Soon, Harry was thrusting into her mouth relentlessly, y/n was gagging but trying to breath through her nose, with saliva running down her chin. The whole thing was quick, dirty, and hot. Y/n reached up beginning to play with his balls to try to get him to reach his high.
“Oh my god,” Harry groaned, his pace picking up speed. “I’m
going to come.”
“Come for me, baby,” Y/n moaned out before taking him back in her mouth, working him with everything she had. Moments later she felt his cock twitch followed by strings of cum hitting the back of her throat. After swallowing every last drop, y/n wiped off her lips, looking Harry in the eyes.
“What the fuck, y/n,” Harry said, trying to catch his breath
before kissing her on the forehead.
“That was fun,” She said giggling to herself before adding,
“Daddy.”
“Oh my gods,” Harry mumbled, his face turning a bright shade of
pink. “I didn’t know that was something I would be into, but in the heat of the moment, it slipped out.”
“It’s okay, I thought it was hot,” Y/n said, winking at Harry
before getting serious. “Do you want to talk about it yet?”
“Talk about what?”
“We both gave each other great head, and it was a lot of fun
but I can tell something was bothering you. So,” Y/n said, moving to sit on his lap before crossing her arms. “What happened today.”
“I just had to deal with some awful souls today. A few of the things that the freshly dead souls did were terrible. Some even tried threatening you,” Harry mumbled, his hard exterior breaking down in her presence. “I was so mad; I came here right after. I needed to see you and remind you how much you mean to me. No one is going to do anything to take you away from me.”
“Bub,” Y/n sighed as she brought him towards her in an attempt to comfort him. “No one could do anything to me. To us. I’m with you for the long term. I’ll fuck anybody up who thinks otherwise, we’re like the strongest duo out there.”
“Thank you,” Harry said before smiling up at his love.
“I should be thanking you,” Y/n said as she nudged him. “You just gave me mind blowing head. ”
“And you just gave me mind blowing head,” Harry said, chuckling. “That was literally the kind of head that will kill a man. I didn’t know you were such a minx.”
“There’s a lot you still have to learn about me, baby,” Y/n said before smirking at Harry, devilishly. “Now I need to go take a shower so we can get ready for this frat party. You, handsome, have a costume to put on, it’s on my bed.”
Y/n got up off the couch, slowly. Her legs were very tired and a little wobbly. She got into the shower, quickly washing her hair and shaving her body. The costumes she picked out for her and Harry were perfect but they also required her to have her entire body hairless, if only for the aesthetic of it all.
“Are you sure this outfit is okay?” Harry asked, looking at her with an unsure glint in his eye as she finished blow drying her hair. Y/n had picked out a Hades and Persephone-esque ensemble that required both of them to wear togas. Harry had a black toga with a black crown that had intimidating small black spears atop of it. Y/n’s outfit consisted of a white toga with a beautiful flower crown that complimented her freshly blown out hair. To complete her look she accessorized with gold chains and bracelets. They looked like the God and Goddess that they were.
“Bub,” y/n said, her eyes crinkling with amusement as she looked at her boyfriend. “I can assure you, everyone at this party is going to be dressed up. You’re not going to be the only person in a toga-like ensemble.”
“I feel ridiculous. Why do you get to look so beautiful and I have to wear this uncomfy dress? We didn’t even wear things like this back then!”
“Harry, oh my god! It doesn’t have to be historically accurate,” Y/n said, smiling at his discomfort before looking up at him innocently. “And for the record, I think you look insanely fucking hot.”
“Y/n,” Harry warned, “Don’t start because we won’t leave this house otherwise.”
Y/n just smiled up at him before kissing his cheek and walking back to her vanity to put the finishing touches on her outfit. “I’m going to finish my makeup and afterwards, I think it’s time to do yours as well.”
“I am not putting makeup on,” Harry said to Y/n.
“You are though,” Y/n assured him. “It completes the look and it’s how my modern-day Hades looks in my mind.”
“Ugh,” Harry groaned as he wrapped his arms around his girl. “I don’t know if it’s bad for me or not, but you definitely have me wrapped around your finger.”
After they finished getting ready, and Y/n got Harry to put on the eyeliner, even though it was begrudgingly, they were walking out the door of the apartment and towards Harry’s car.
“What’s going to happen if you see Rowan tonight,” Y/n whispered as she grabbed Harry’s hand across the console.
“I’ll beat his ass,” Harry joked as he looked across to a frowning Y/n. “I’m kidding baby, if need be, I’ll probably talk to him and clear the air. But I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. I’ll respect your wishes on this one.”
“Thank you, H,” Y/n said as she leaned across the console to kiss his cheek. “Handle it however you want, but please, no violence from you. If it comes to that, I’d prefer to handle it.”
“Whatever you say,” Harry said as he smiled before putting the car in park in the crowded driveway of the Fraternity. “You are the Queen of Darkness after all, it’s game time baby.”
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