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cafeinthemoon · 1 year

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Ruins - Part VII

Chapter 7/?

Wordcount 3k

Title Part VII

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades x reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning(s): none

Tagging: @darling-imobsessed (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment here or send me a message)

N. A.: So this chapter ended up longer than I first expected, and I didn't even start narrating the part of the story I'm most excited about 😭 But we did have the introduction of new characters! About them, I need to say that they might be a bit OOC, but this happens simply because I like my interpretation of them more than what they are in canon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this version of them too 🤭

Though you’ve spent so much time running up and down that corridor to work on the festival’s preparations that you started to find it short, now that the day finally came, you had the impression that you would be walking between those walls forever, never reaching your final destiny nor having excuses to come back to the room – and not knowing which one would make you feel better.

Hermes, going on his calm journey by your side, was probably aware of your inner battle despite choosing not to speak about it until you were far enough on your way to the party.

– It’s scary, isn’t it? – his voice echoed despite his low tone.

You glanced at him, your hand trembling under his while your arms were entwined.

– Do I look that scared?

His response was to giggle.

– If I had to describe what I’m seeing now, your face is like that of a girl about to receive her life sentence instead of being led to a party that she helped to organize.

You smiled to hide the nervousness.

– This is the biggest party I attend in my whole life – you shrugged – I suppose this feeling is normal.

– Maybe – and, looking at you with genuine surprise, – But, you know, I could swear there were regular festivities in honor of Poseidon-sama and other sea deities in the region you came from.

– Well, there are festivities of this sort, but they’re never as crowded and elegant as the one we’ve been preparing here, Hermes-sama – you explained – The majority of our people are common folks living in communities that are far from each other, so that it would be impossible to organize great events too often. I’m not exaggerating when I say everything here is new to me – you sighed – I really like the place prepared for us here, but they’re so distant from my reality that I can’t help feeling lonely and small sometimes.

– And you fear the increase of these feelings once you enter the room?

You moved your head in a positive sign.

A couple more steps and you reached the end of that corridor, where it divided itself in two directions; you took the right and walked through a longer path, a corridor that connected the tower where you were accommodated and the one beside it, used to important, daily activities. It was a splendid path, decorated with delicate, flower shaped lamps on both sides of the ceiling and large windows which parapets reached an average individual’s waist, having white sculptures of humanoid, male and female figures in heroic, noble positions between each of them.

As you walked, the great doors that indicated the room’s entry, a pair of white, wooden rectangles with floral notches painted in gold, became more and more visible, and now you were sure that your heartbeats were audible even to Hermes.

When you took your arm off his, you held your hands together to disguise the trembling in them, but had no success in this. Hermes put his palm upon the door and was going to push it open, but stopped once he noticed your state.

– I’m going to return to the other girls to lead them to the elves once you enter the room – and frowning, – Will you be alright by yourself, y/n?

You took a deep breath and let your arms fall down on your sides before giving him the answer you had to give.

– Yes, I will. I have what I need to succeed – you smiled – And I'm glad for everything you’ve done until now, but... may I ask for your blessing one more time?

Hermes laughed.

– You can ask me anything in my reach, child. And this is something I’ll certainly give to you – the god started pushing the door, its smooth sound echoing in the quiet corridor alongside your voices – Ready?

Your heart jumped inside your chest. So, the time has come.

– How… – you stuttered – How do I look?

Your tutor observed you with sympathy.

– Beautiful... And, to use his words, with a beauty such as we rarely see even among the goddesses.

Your cheeks burned with the compliment, but you kept your composure and gave him a respectful nod.

– Thank you.

Hermes smiled.

– Okay. Now, go. He's waiting.

The door was then completely opened, and the smooth lights of the room filled both the corridor and your sight as you stepped inside it.

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Though the room chosen to receive the guests was the largest of that tower, it looked small when you passed your eyes around to observe the results of your hard work alongside the dozens of dedicate girls, each of them giving the place a special touch from their home lands, personalities and tastes.

Based on the time Hermes took to lead the first groups of girls there, you calculated that the reception started about an hour ago, but most of the corners were already crowded by gods, goddesses, heroes and elves surrounded by beautiful human girls, eager to please, dressed in the prettiest clothes and entirely involved in cheerful conversations with the other groups. The lights you’ve helped to hang on the ceiling, attached by the thinnest chords, descended from above like the lights of fairies, oscillating to mimic their dance; their reflection on the floor, on the walls covered by cascades of tiny flowers and upon the happy faces of the people granted you the sensation of entering a dream.

You only took a few steps away from the door and were already feeling at will in the new environment, your anxiety little by little staying behind.

Well, guess my fears were unfounded.

Before you could notice, your feet were leading you to a contiguous room where more people were reunited in small groups around one of the large tables prepared for them. You observed the arrangements – those being a work of the elves, finished moments before the beginning of the festivity – and observed that, before each plate, there was an elegant card with a name written in golden, cursive letters.

You took a few steps around the table and recognized some of the names, seemingly gathered by pantheon. So, that was one of the tables prepared for the gods; which ones the elves prepared for the humans, then?

Your thoughts might have been guessed by one of them, for you heard a soft, female voice behind you asking if you needed help. You turned to its owner and found one of the prettiest elven women you’ve met in Valhalla; she had thick curls of red hair falling over each of her shoulders and a crown of yellow flowers covering her forehead.

– I do need some help, thank you – you spoke with your softest tone – I’d like to know where I’m supposed to seat.

The woman asked your name and you told her your first and second ones. If it was just an illusion produced by what remained from your anxiety or something else, you didn’t know, but you had this impression that her smile slightly faded when she heard your answer, but her composed manners were kept, so that you ignored it and followed her while she led you to a second table beside that one.

You two stopped behind a chair located in what would be the middle of the table if it had a rectangular shape, but that one was elliptical just like the others. The elf indicated the card with a polite gesture of her hand; you read your name, and your eyes followed an automatic path to the cards on both sides.

At your left, you saw Hades’ name. At your right, Zeus’.

You turned to the woman.

– Is this table also prepared for the gods?

She confirmed it with a cheerful smile.

– Yes. This side is entirely reserved to the Greek pantheon. The seats on the other side are for the Nordic pantheon.

You asked her what everyone in your place would ask in such situation.

– I don’t understand why my name is here, my Lady – and, trying to force a playful smile, – I mean, I believe it’s obvious that I’m human.

The elf woman didn’t show any signs of disturbance by this.

– Oh, yes, it’s pretty obvious. Still, your presence will be required here, among the Lord of the Heavens and the Lord of the Underworld.

After the few, yet meaningful encounters with one of the said Lords and the gift sent by him, you knew you’d feel stupid to ask what you had in mind, but you asked it anyway.

– But… for what reason?

– The Lord of the Underworld, Hades-sama, decided so.

Yes, you were surprised by this, but you wouldn’t stay without reaction, not after all you’ve seen and heard until that moment: Hermes stating that he was eager to see you; the hairpin he made for you with his own hands; your names together on the table... The god of Hellheim was sparing no efforts to create a bond with you, or to strengthen the one that already existed through your dreams.

But isn’t it getting serious too fast? Isn’t it getting out of control?

There was too much you wanted to put together before the next encounter could happen, so you thanked the woman for her kindness and excused yourself to catch some air at a balcony a few steps away from the tables. As you walked toward there, you noticed some looks from humans and gods around you, something you haven’t sensed when you arrived; soon you understood that they were probably observing your hairpin, or they might have heard your conversation with the elf. You didn’t look at them long enough to see if their looks were of fear, indignation or admiration, and you didn’t stay to find out.

The balcony’s entry was partially covered by a translucent, champagne shaded curtain that could be moved out of the way by the hand. You passed by it and sighed in relief when you saw you were the only one outside, with a pleasing, spring night breeze blowing around you, the scent of the gardens below reaching your nostrils and calming down your nerves.

You went to the parapet and leaned your arms upon it, only then realizing how tired you felt.

I don’t understand. I just arrived here and it’s like I’ve been around for hours. It’s like something is about to happen, but I’m not sure if it’s for good.

You barely had the time to finish this thought when something indeed happened, making you scream: a hand coming from behind held your hairpin and started examining it.

The hand was followed by the voice of an elderly man.

– Hm… This one is made of Hellheim’s materials, right, child? So beautiful!

When you turned to the speaker, you found a man whose appearance corresponded to his voice in all the possible details: a senior individual, shorter than you, with a simple, white clothing around his frail form and in barefoot, something that would set him off among the other presents, all in their best garments; he was bald, but the thickness of his white eyebrows, almost covering his eyes, and his beard of the same shade compensated this circumstance. You thought it was a comic figure.

You took a deep breath and put your hand upon your chest.

– You scared me, Sir!

The man didn’t seem offended by your reaction, neither he apologized for the interruption. Instead, he kept observing you with a hand under his chin.

– You’re so skittish, girl. Are you alright?

Everyone would be skittish after what you did, Sir.

– I’m a bit anxious, nothing more. But thank you for asking – you smiled, trying to show some sympathy – None of my friends arrived yet, and I’m not used to stay around so many strangers.

The old man looked behind him, to the balcony’s entry, covered again by the curtain. The silhouettes of the guests passed from one side to another, unintelligible murmurs of conversations escaping to the outside.

– I see – he mumbled, his hands behind his back – If I’m being honest with you, it’s been a long time since I’ve saw such a crowd here. Since I arrived, I’ve seen some people I haven’t met in ages. It's so nostalgic...

Ages?

An idea crossed your mind. Was it possible that this man...?

– You asked about my hairpin, Sir – you touched it in an unconscious gesture.

He suddenly remembered what made him start that conversation.

– Ah, yes, yes, your hairpin! – his eyes were hidden under his eyebrows, but a glimmer of cleverness appeared in the depths of them, followed by a cunning smile – Such a fine little thing, isn’t it? I was saying that it seems to be made of gems from the Underworld. It’s curious, don’t you think? Perhaps it was a gift from my big brother?

Big brother? Well, I didn’t realize he was a god right from the start, but...

But he was one of Hades’ three brothers. Which one, then?

The man did you the favor of answering the question you didn’t dare ask.

– Oh, no, how could I forget to present myself! – and with an exaggerated nod that was supposed to have a hint of flirtation (or so you thought) – I am Zeus, Lord of Heaven. You must be y/n s/n, I suppose.

You stared at that curious, eccentric man without containing a little “Oh!”. There you had the Ruler of Heavens and the Leader of the Olympian gods, the one who defeated his own father to grant the position where he was now – in a domain where only a few were allowed to go, according to the enigma you just solved. And he already knew who you were.

Well, your surprise was more than evident, that you were sure, but you didn’t just stand there with no reaction: you took a step back, bowed your head and spoke in your best tone.

– I apologize for speaking to you in such an informal manner, Zeus-sama – and, lowering your tone a bit, – I had no idea it was you, my Lord.

A raw, slow laugh was heard, followed by a cough and, finally, Zeus’ answer.

– Well, well, don’t worry about this, my dear – he moved a hand between himself and you, as to push the subject aside – Now, the hairpin! My elder brother, Hades, must have sent it to you as a gift, just like the other gods sent things to their disciples. However, he didn’t spoke to us about you as such.

Really? What did he mean?

– To us? – you tried to emulate innocence despite the heat coming up to your cheeks – Who are you referring to, my Lord?

– Us, his family, of course! – and narrowing his eyes to you, – Judging by what I see, he made this ornament with his own hands. I suppose he sent it to you through my son, Hermes, but he would’ve ignored the protocol and give it to you personally if he could. You know, child, he has been committed to all of this in a way I haven’t seen in a long time. At the beginning I just couldn’t understand it, but now that I’m seeing you, I do.

He finished that sentence with a second, playful laugh, and you didn’t know what to say in response.

You were saved from having to do something in this sense by the sound of heavy, steady steps that approached the balcony. You both looked toward the entry and found a tall, broad figure passing by it with a bit of impatience: the curtain that separated both spaces was positioned too low for him to pass without having it wrapped on his head, where he seemed to wear a sort of crown. He mumbled something to himself, still not acknowledging your presence or Zeus’.

Before you could think of something, your feet moved toward him and your hands stretched to the curtain.

Your words also came out before you could modulate them.

– My apologies for this inconvenience, Sir – you started adjusting the fabric while the man moved away from it – The girls who hanged this curtain couldn’t do it higher. I can ask someone to fix this…

The man’s response was immediate.

– That’s not necessary, now that I managed to pass through it – and, looking around as to understand the situation, – So, little brother, he hasn’t arrived yet?

– No – Zeus responded.

Only then you had the time to observe the newcomer.

He was a tall, humanoid individual with dark, greenish skin with blck marks on his arms and thick strands of red hair around his head, where he indeed wore a hairpin that shared an immense resemblance with a spider; around his neck, he had what you thought to be a pair of horns, but it wasn’t possible to tell if it was a garment or part of himself.

He didn’t look at Zeus while this latter replied to him; instead, he had his eyes glued on you, measuring what he had before him. It was when you thought of how strange your reaction to his arrival was: why would you offer yourself so quickly to solve a minor inconvenience to a stranger? What kind of force he might have used to influence you?

The gaze of the tiny human girl in front of him, whether from curiosity, fear or awe, seemed to annoy him a bit, judging by the assertive tone he used when he spoke to you for the first time:

– Anyway, I suppose you are the chosen girl. What’s your name? – and, glancing at Zeus after getting your answer, – I hope my little brother has received you decently since he was the first one to reach you.

You glanced at the elder god, with an unsuspecting smile on his wrinkled face, and gave the politest answer you could think of.

– Yes, of course. He was very gentle.

The god with green skin looked at Zeus in a way that showed all his lack of trust in his little brother, as he referred to him, and turned back to you.

– I see. Well, I suppose you weren’t informed yet, so let me present myself. I am Adamas, Hades’ younger brother and god of Conquest.

Part VIII

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randbitb · 2 years

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UR SO RIGHTTTT false interacting with pix in her latest video made me INSANE!!!! THE DYNAMIC!! THEM!!!!!!!! no coherent thoughts btw hope that's okay <3 if u have any please share <3 <3

See I had written a reply to my own post and then got distracted making a cup of tea and then the draft never saved because I’m not smart but bUT OKAY so it includes Joel too because this dynamic Rlly can work without him but he is my special little princess and I think he deserves some friends. Anyways

Pix, False and Joel all have two themes that really connect them. History, and Loneliness. There’s an air of loneliness in all of their series (yes even pix who has a more nebulous character that isn’t really a character listen. He has one when the other empires rulers are around. Which is enough for me)

False not knowing where she is, when she is, how she got here, it’s scary, she’s alone, all these people must have lived here before right? I mean she hid from everyone else until she knew it was safe to come out, she’s living a lonely experience, and has no mark really on the world before arriving there. She misses her home, and because Oli is. Trapped in goblin jail as of before his second episode releases today, she has no idea he exists, that he’s similar to her in anyway shape or form. Neither of them want to be here really, and they both just want their friends and family back. I could talk about the Oli and False similarities, but I would be waiting to watch Olis ep whenever that drops.

Pix is all about the past, his “character” is an Archeologist, not a ruler, Hes studying the past, and the past is a lonely place, he lives in the catacombs of a long gone society that he’s slowly breathing life into, and only NOW has gotten a few companions in the form of the dodo’s, instead of having no history, he has a harvest of it, bringing life to places and even creatures that were long gone. There’s an air of loneliness to the ancient capital, but there’s also love and care. It’s not stagnant, its not going to be forgotten again, pix has been spending his season making sure these things can’t be forgotten, preserving them.

Joel is a bit harder to explain, mainly because yes, He's been making shit up as he goes, but it makes all of the Actually Juicy stuff so much more interesting. He’s a god, an immortal god, a man so entrenched in history it’s really hard to actually separate his character as a fixture of the world. He’s lived so long he’s forgotten the names, faces, appearances of the people he lived with, who he knew. Joel lives in a silent, floating city, no bustling life, nothing but cold winds and the distant sounds of civilization so far down it doesn’t make much of a difference. Joel has no history he can remember, and no one around him aside from Hermes occasionally, even sausage only really talks to him through signs when it’s time to pass over Hermes.

And it’s so interesting, these three characters are so similar in their themes, but it’s their approach to their tragedy that sets them apart. Joel copes with being a bully, He's loud, brash, he uses comedy as a coping mechanism, and it works outwardly sure. But he’s not been making any friends really, he’s not got anyone aside from sausage who will back him up. False From what I can tell, kinda stays out of everyone’s way (I’m making my way through falses series I promise I’ll get there it’s Very Hard when you’re watching like 6 empires povs, and 8 hermit povs at the same time) and from all of the people I watch, false isn’t anything but a balloon on the bridge until she ran into pix. And Pix, copes by continuing his work, he’s the most well attuned of the three, he talks to the empire rulers, but mostly sticks with his dodos and preservation and conservation efforts.

All three of them could have SUCH COOL FUCKING INTERACTIONS. an Archeologist helping a god remember the people who he knew before he was the last one left, a woman who hasn’t had the chance to learn much of anything getting impromptu lessons on the world. They could go insane with it. They should. I want them to go insane with it. An amnesiac isekai protagonist, a god who’s lived so long he’s the last left and is dealing with a lonely eternity, and their best friend SOME GUY who likes history and has massive birds

#empires smp #wolf howls #anon #ask #pixlriffs #smallishbeans #falsesymmetry #I WILL WATCH MORE FALSE THATS MY PLAN FOR TODAY WHILST I DRAW I PROMMY

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pamela-lntt · 6 months

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please ramble to your heart's content on spiderbit and orpheus eurydice

Sorry for the late reply, I needed to get home first before I could properly write this all out xd

First of all, I wanna preface this by pointing out that this whole ramble will be based on putting qCellbit and qRoier in the position of musical Orpheus and Eurydice (to be more specific, the Broadway version of Hadestown since the character's personalities do vary on every album) and I've been a HUGE fan of Hadestown for years now (my first introduction to this musical was the live album, I heard it for the first time while at the airport but that's besides the point) and I connect basically anything I like to it in some way so I've given this a lot of thought and love.

Ramble under the "read more", I can't promise to be short:

Alright so, the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, as told through the musical, in short is: The seasons are off-balanced making summers short and winters long due to Hades and Persephone having a rocky marriage, Eurydice arrives to wherever Orpheus lives in search of warmth from the winter, Orpheus and Eurydice fall in love, Eurydice makes a deal with Hades in exchange for protection from the harsh weather aka she dies, Orpheus travels to Hadestown by foot instead of taking the train like others would to get Eurydice back, Orpheus convinces Persephone and the Workers to hear him out which leads to Hades hearing him out, Hades and Persephone's love gets re-ignited by Orpheus' song, Hades lets them leave with the condition that Orpheus can't look behind him to see Eurydice is coming with or else she'll stay in Hadestown, Doubt comes in and Orpheus turns around.

With just the plot in mind, people would immediately jump to qCellbit as Eurydice and qRoier as Orpheus because of what happened at the end of Purgatory (qCellbit staying on the island), but I see it as the other way around especially when taking into account Orpheus and Eurydice's backstories, personalities, and train-of-thoughts, in other words, why they chose to do what they did.

I'll justify both of them separately and at the end I'll weave them together on a nice little conclusion

qRoier as Eurydice

I'll start with qRoier since I'm more familiar with his character because I watch Roier's streams a lot.

Eurydice in the musical is introduced as "a lonely girl coming in from the cold" and her whole character has an emphasis on loneliness being a prominent constant in her life before meeting Orpheus alongside always being followed by The Fates (which is a more poetic way to say she is always on the brink of death due to her nomad lifestyle). I see qRoier as a survivalist, which is my way of saying that if he lived in this universe (the Hadestown universe) he'd definitely take a similar approach of survival as Eurydice especially if qSpreen and qQuackity's betrayal also occurs in this storyline: "People turn on you just like the wind / Everybody is a fair-weather friend / In the end you're better off alone / Any way the wind goes"

When it comes to meeting Orpheus, at first she jokes with him due to how upfront he was on proposing to her the moment they met, but ends up being wooed by him with the help of Hermes wing-manning a bit and Orpheus' song alongside Orpheus' positivity of the world and devotion to her. I'm positive qCellbit wouldn't have as much positivity as Orpheus does, but the devotion and the song is still there and the song was what sealed the deal for Eurydice because she was impressed and captivated by how a simple melody could create a flower out of thin air. Whenever I hear Eurydice's jokes in the song Come Home With Me I can totally see qRoier making the same jokes and playing along just like Eurydice did in Wedding Song.

Jumping ahead to Eurydice's decision to take Hades offer of going to the underworld, Eurydice has faith in Orpheus, faith that he'll finish the song and spring will indeed come again, but they still need to survive the winter. qRoier has faith on qCellbit, always has, even before they got married: "I can give you time, man, no worries. I can trust you, 100%, man." But, as the Fates say "You can have your principles when you've got a belly full / But hunger has a way with you / There's no telling what you're gonna do when the chips are down"

I'll talk about the rest of the story soon...

qCellbit as Orpheus

Like I mentioned before, I am positive that qCellbit doesn't have the same positivity Orpheus has, but the devotion is still there. He was the one who proposed to qRoier (thanks to some nudging from Richarlyson) and constantly brings up they are married. I'd even take into consideration that one clip of Cellbit telling Richarlyson that it was obvious they would get married by day 2 of them knowing each other, like Orpheus sings: "I don't know how or why / Or who am I that I should get to hold you / But when I saw you all alone against the sky / It's like I’d known you all along" Even his wedding vows are similar in meaning to something Orpheus sings to Eurydice: "I'm gonna hold you forever / The wind will never change on us / Long as we stay with each other" and both qRoier and qCellbit would 100% go to the ends of the Earth for each other.

But just like Orpheus, qCellbit can get engulfed in his work and not notice the things happening around him: "[...] Poor boy working on a song / [...] He did not see the storm coming on" which was ultimately what led to Eurydice's death, Orpheus was too preoccupied trying to finish his song that he didn't hear Eurydice's cry for help. And yet, if qCellbit found out qRoier was in trouble?: "Just how far would you go for her? | To the end of time / To the end of the earth" + " [...] But that ain't easy walkin', Jack / It ain't for the sensitive of soul / So do you really wanna go? | With all my heart"

I'd even consider Orpheus' ability to get Persephone and the Workers on his side something qCellbit is fully capable of doing as well, especially with the knowledge that in Quesadilla Island he's a pretty respected person due to his determination of taking down the Federation and leadership in The Order, a mindset similar to that of Orpheus towards Hades and his industrial empire: "And the ones who speak the words / Always say it is the last / And no answer will be heard / To the question no one asks / So I'm askin' if it's true / I'm askin' me and you / And you / And you / I believe our answer matters more than anything they say"

qCellbit & qRoier as Orpheus & Eurydice

From now on I'll focus more than anything on Orpheus and Eurydice's trip out of Hadestown and it's conclusion and how it fits with the actions qCellbit and qRoier would take in their respective roles.

Just like I've mentioned that qRoier has a deep trust and faith on qCellbit, qCellbit does as well on qRoier, but qCellbit knows he himself is flawed, something he got reinforced with the whole situation with killing Abueloier and how everything went downhill between them after that only for them to pick up the pieces and try again. qCellbit told qRoier about his past, and qRoier accepted it and didn't love him any less for it and reassured qCellbit about it (even supporting him on his hunt for the Federation workers).

But, anyone would question if their lover trusts them the same way after betraying them, in a way. qCellbit, just like Orpheus, was unable to come to their lover's need which led to their death and they can't be sure if their lover even wants to go back with them after that. However, of course qRoier and Eurydice want to go back, their trust didn't waiver because they came looking for them, they came to get them back: "Are you sure you wanna go? | Take me home."

Nevertheless, that doesn't stop doubt from creeping in from the corners: "Every coward seems courageous in the safety of a crowd / Bravery can be contagious when the band is playing loud / Nothing makes a man so bold / As a woman's smile and a hand to hold / But all alone his blood runs thin / And doubt comes- doubt comes in"

qCellbit, just like Orpheus, would start questioning whether this is true, if the literal god of Hell actually allowed them to leave or if it's simply a trap, it's in his nature to question, after all: "Who am I? / Who am I against him? / Who am I? / Why would he let me win? / Why would he let her go? / Who am I to think that he wouldn't deceive me just to make me leave alone?" + "Is this a trap that's bein' laid for me? / Is this a trick that's bein' played on me?" And within that questioning would resurface the uncertainty of qRoier and Eurydice's trust towards them: "Who am I? / Where do I think I'm goin'? / Who am I? / Why am I all alone? / Who do I think I am? / Who am I to think that she would follow me into the cold and dark again?"

Meanwhile qRoier and Eurydice are right behind: "Orpheus / Are you listening? / I am right here / And I will be to the end" + "Orpheus / You are not alone / I am right behind you / And I have been all along"

In the end, qCellbit and Orpheus turn around, and lose qRoier and Eurydice forever, but qRoier and Eurydice's love for them never faltered.

"Think they'll make it?"

"I don't know"

"Hades, you let them go"

"I let them try"

(I hope this makes sense I tried to not write too much / ramble about Hadestown itself but I have a lot of feelings for this musical aaah)

#im vibrating while writing this down ive thought about this since they got married but never really spoke about it #i also have in mind the roles of Hades and Persephone but that's for another day #Hermes and the Fates are still up in the air for me but i've got some contenders #pam.rambles #qsmp #spiderbit #guapoduo #qsmp cellbit #qcellbit #q!cellbit #qsmp roier #qroier #q!roier #q cellbit #q roier #it is 12 am i started writing at around 10 pm lmaooo #feelings feelings

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sm-baby · 2 years

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Study Session (Chapter 1) - "Lunch"

oh hey yeah poggers its that one rushed ficlet I mentioned a post ago anyway have this now or not that's cool too aye aye yuhhh whip and nay nay my brothers DO YALL LIKE THE TITLE COOL CUZ I MADE IT ON THE SPOT

Word count: 2,549 words 14,325 characters

Again, very rushed and quickly paced! So strap it wooo! Very much for fun. and it was very fun <3 bye byeee !! (*^▽^*)

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██████ is an international school built-in central America. This particular School was run by Ms. Elaine Zeus, who made it her mission to bring peace to the next generation. Her school was the first of its kind. It was one of prestige and great quality, built for the highest of witches as well as comfortable enough for the meekest of Villagers. The halls were built with rich dark oak, the main hall was created with expensive quartz, and every sport had its very own building.

The School was separated into its very own sections. But they often mix their students to encourage interaction. Sometimes it was successful, sometimes not so much.

Section Zeus: For those who live in Central America, white and gold in their clothing, rich and noble.

Section Apollo: For those who transferred from South America, yellow in their clothing, gifted and musical.

Section Artemis: For those who transferred from North America, green in their clothing, resourceful and healing.

Section Hermes: For those who transferred from Africa, orange in clothing, charming and wealthy, masters of the trade.

Section Poseidon: For those who transferred from Australia, blue in clothing, smart and hardworking.

Section Ares: For those who transferred from Eastern Europe, red in clothing, loyal and strong

Section Athena: For those who transferred from Western Europe, purple in clothing, tactical and clever

Section Hades: For those who transferred from Asia. Black in clothing. Be kind to them.

The dining hall was humongous in its own right, the tables were so huge and long, that friend groups claimed part of the table rather than the entirety. The Cafeteria was made of fine oak, lanterns lit the walls and ceiling, and a big chandelier hung in the middle.

The students lined up to get their feed from the cooks who served fine dishes that one would not normally find in their average school. From beef, to stew, to salmon, to cake, to pie, to pork, Zeus only knew to hire the most skilled chefs to serve her little darling pupils. After all, every one of them should have the opportunity to feed, they just need to hurry if they want their favorite serving.

Gracious, the youngest daughter of the Simpleton family turned her head from left to right. She would usually sit with her colleagues on this day of the week, but on this particular occasion… She simply refused to. As much as she would love to hear the weekly gossip and debates about politics, she figured that's not what a lady needs in life… The dining hall was loud enough already she didn’t need that ringing through her ears…

“Let's see let's see… Green.. blue... Blue, blue.. Yellow.. red.. too much red, purple, orange..” Aha! Grace cheered mentally! She loved how well color coordinated the school was; you can spot a green coven from a yellow coven from away! At times the classes would look ridiculously overwhelming with all the color, but she admits that there are times when she finds it convenient. This time, however, she only needed to spot a lone red witch in the middle of the cafeteria. Sitting by his lonesome. She smiled, determined, and marched off to him.

Leonardo Birch, captain of the football team, won this year’s cup and is greatly admired for his achievements. The student body loves him despite the trouble he sometimes causes. He lends a helping hand to his fellow students, offers an ear to listen, yet never spreads gossip or rumors himself. One of Ms. Zeus’ golden children, though most white covens might not be able to see why.

Leonardo is happy not to have that much company at school. The football team always offers him a seat at their table but he preferred eating either with Diana, his best friend, or by himself where he can be lost in thought… Not many people know what occupies his mind. Truly, such a perfect man would only have the most ambitious of thoughts…

The man didn’t seem to be eager to make many friends, but for some reason during the first years of high school, his interest in friendship was directed toward her for some reason. She didn’t know what she did to get his attention, in fact, she was quite rude to him the first couple of times they met. But, somehow, he found her interesting enough to sit with her from time to time, and somehow, she’s started to know him in a more platonically intimate light.

“ Leonardo, may I sit with you?”

“ Sure.” Leo nodded mid-chew.

“ Thanks.” She smiled and put her tray down on the table before brushing her dress to sit down herself. “ I was supposed to be sitting with my group, but Alexander’s being a jerk today and the others are just enabling him.”

“ Oh no.”

“ Right??” She scoffed.“It’s alright though. If my sister ever taught me anything it's to walk away when people are being dirtbags. “

The Red witch raised his brow, pleased, and continued eating his meal. “ Your sister taught you well.”

Followed by his friends and colleagues, Alexander strode to the big dining hall, emotionally exhausted from his last class. Luckily, it was that time of the day when can ignore the colored parasites and met with his mono-colored group. He may have been a little late, but no matter. The food Ms. Zeus chooses is worthy enough food for him. And by that he means as long as there are noodles, he will finish his plate clean. And after such a stressful few days, he hoped to god, there were noodles…

He wasn’t one to stare at the other students, but at a glance, at the corner of his eye, he saw his bright-clothed, bright-haired affiliate seated in the sea of color. They haven’t been on the best of terms lately, he couldn’t care less about the fact that she was seated away from him, but it was the one she was seated with that itched at his ego.

…How is it that she found more delight in seating with that… thing… more than she is with him. Is she implying that he’s not better than a barbaric red witch?? After all they’ve been through?? What does it have that he doesn’t?? His face twisted to a scowl, and without wasting a moment, he told his colleagues to reserve a seat for him, as he had important matters to tend to.

After a few moments of ranting between crunches, Grace paused in the middle of chewing, her attention taken by her friend’s tray. " Oh! Hey, you got the salmon?"

" Yeah, I thought I'd save one for you before they run out.” He pushed his tray right next to hers as an invitation for her to take the plate from him. ” Got you the goooddd stuff.." he whispered.

" Awe! Leonardo, you dingbat, thank you!" The little lady smiled and took the plate.

He was pleased by her gratitude. He always liked the look of a smile on her face after a very stress-induced rant. " Don't worry about it. I gotchu."

Just then, two white-gloved hands made their way to the edge of the two’s table, followed by the clearing of his throat. The two looked up at the towering Alexander, youngest son of the Ogrande family. Petty, and honestly a very inconvenient interruption to their lunch.

" Hello, Leonardo. Hello, Princess. "

Leonardo nearly choked on his noodles upon hearing Grace's supposed nickname. He was not expecting that today.

" Don't you have the gall to call me princess," his friend replied, " I'm mad at you!"

" Yes. Apparently mad enough to sit with a red coven pig. "

Nearby tables snickered at the noble's response. Red covens themselves rolled their eyes at the name. Either way, the two were getting the cafeteria's attention. Leonardo however, paid no mind to the white witch's blatant insult toward him. He was having good noodles after all. Mm.

" What of it?" Said Grace. " Apparently you're desperate enough to come crawling back to me. What, you have a crush on me or something? "

Ooo… The cafeteria hummed upon hearing the reply. All attention seemed to be given to them at this point. Other students were looking over at their seats loving this new scandal. Neither Alexander nor Grace noticed it, instead, they were busy staring daggers at each other and dragging the other down to have the last laugh.

Alexander's brows furrowed as he leaned on the table towards her. " Like I'd end up wanting a pathetic twig like you. "

" Hey."

Ooo!! Leonardo stepped into the fight! The cafeteria gasped at the turn of events!

" You don't shame a lady like that. "

The noble man scoffed. " The fact that you consider this “shaming” really says a lot about how soft you people are. She's lucky mother taught me not to hit a woman. "

" Your mother taught you the bare minimum. "

" WOOO KICK HIS ASS LEONARDO!! " The whole cafeteria started chanting for a fight! White covens weren't joining in, but definitely seemed interested in seeing one! They were looking back from their seats, hiding their snickering. After all, they're not immature, only barbarians fight. They're better than that! But of course… they must see how one of their own would fare against a red witch.

And yet still, the crowd ROARED! “Fight! Fight! Fight!” these were three strong witches in the heat of battle, The youngest Ogrande fetching up an argument with The youngest Simpleton, defended by the golden Birch! Oh, what a scandal to whisper between classes!

And yet! Despite the cheers, neither of the boys took the first punch! They only stared at each other while holding an offensive stance, waiting for the other to make a move! Grace at that point kept a similar attitude, arms crossed, and looking away, she had no plan to stop a fight. She wants this man OBLITERATED.

"AYE, AYE, AYE! BREAK IT UP, BREAK IT UP!" Diana passed the cafeteria in great stride after hearing all the commotion. and just like that, the attention was taken away from them, and towards the junior nurse. "Everyone QUIT staring, there's nothing to see here! " The student body groaned before turning their heads back to their seats. There was a visible disappointment and leftover hype from each table.

The two men hadn’t noticed the stance they both had towards each other during the commotion. They later pulled back; Alexander crossing his arms, looking away while fixing his hair, and Leonardo sitting back at his seat, also looking away.

" Leo, I leave for med training and you're already starting a fight?”

" He started it… " Leonardo groaned.

The nurse sighed and shook her head. Oh, Boys…

" Alright, what's the matter, what are you two bickering about? "

" We weren't bickering!" Alexander grunted " I just wanted to ask Gracious here if she was joining us for study after classes. "

" Well? Grace?"

" ¡No!" The little lady crossed her arms " You're being a jerk today and I'm not liking your attitude this morning. "

Alexander scoffed. Figures. There was a part of him that was salty at that response, no one rejects an Ogrande like that. " Oh, It's so like you to say that." He said and started walking off to his table of friends. Though the further he was the further his emotions built up inside him. Gah! That was stupid! Whatever! It’s not like he was looking forward to seeing her or anything! He didn't need her anyway!

" There you go! Wasn't that bad wasn't it?" Diana put her hands up and crossed her arms. "Just talk to each other next time alright?

Grace shook her head." Oh, you can't talk with Alexander when he's in these moods. " She said, “I’m willing to bet that the only reason why he left is because you were here.”

" Vouch, he's an asshole."

Grace snickered at Leonardo's remark. Diana did too, rolling her eyes.

" Alright, you two. "

The red witch was about to continue chewing on his lunch before remembering-- "Diana, you down for the studying session later?

" Oh, was that today? Non, sorry, Mon Chou! I'm busy with med after classes!" The Athena witch frowned.

" You're good! Hope you’re having fun."

" Diana!" Called out one of Diana's classmates outside the cafeteria

" Oh, speak of the Devil…" she muttered and started walking off, waving to her good friend goodbye for the day. " We'll study next time alright!? Love you, Mon Chou!"

" Love you too!"

As soon as Diana was out of sight, Leonardo frowned and went back to his lunch. He was happy for her, but he guessed this was a schedule that he wasn't used to quite yet. Maybe they could figure out a better one for both of them at some point. "... She’s getting busier and busier ever since the healing track… "

" Yeah, so I've heard…" Grace frowned with him. " But--hey! Thanks for having my back there! When Alexander does that, other people usually laugh with him. "

" 'Course. As we said, he's an asshole. I'll do it again for anyone." Leonardo gave her a peace sign as he continued slurping at his noodle soup. Mmm, good soup. Too bad he was interrupted earlier. Soup, beloved.

She smiled and started twiddling with her fingers, just happy to have someone looking out for her like that. " Can Iii do something for you in return? I can buy you something. "

" No, you don't-"

" How about a study partner after class? " Grace leaned her arm on the table and looked at him.

" Oh...Hm.” he raised a brow and gave it a moment of thought. “ Alright, I have been having trouble with science and math lately. "

" Got it! Shake my hand and seal the deal!” The little lady practically leaped from her seat!

Was she that happy to help him with nerd junk??? Not to mention-- shaking her hand..? Strange! Yet the boy found that a little endearing. He sighed with a little smile as he took her palm.. “oh nooo, I'm making a deal with the devilll. I've been so tempted. “

“ Yes, I am ever so persuasive with my ways. “ She giggled, imitating a pompous stance and sitting back down on her seat. “Don't take the bus today! Met with me after classes, we're taking my limo!”

Leonardo tilted his head. “ You have a Limo?"

She has a limo.

“ WOOO! new house visitor!” Faithful Simpleton, the oldest of the two sisters, put her hands in the air as she skipped to the vehicle! VERY excited to have the man over. “Get in, big guy! we're cruisin'!”

“ Faith!!” Grace yelled after her sister, embarrassed at her loud display.

There Leonardo stood frozen as he watched other white covens aboard their cars, the buses had already left quite a while ago, he would be gone by now! he doesn’t usually see this sight!

“You have a limo???”

“ Uh-- Yeah! my father has connections!” Grace said as she entered one of the doors, leaving it open and beckoning for him to join them. “ Come on, scooch your butt in here!”

#Grace #Leonardo #Alexander #Faith #highschool AU #Fanfic #Study session #Lunch #DYING OVER THE TITLE IM SORRY IM SO CREATIVE #BAHAHAH I NEVER EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT GIVING THIS A TITLE I JUST DID IT FOR THE POST NAMEEE #YALL IM HILARIOUUUSS #oh wait i forgot to tag Diana #Diana #ayee lets go #hello girl *gently holds*

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friendlylifecherry · 1 year

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I posted 9,273 times in 2022

That's 6,997 more posts than 2021!

63 posts created (1%)

9,210 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 352 of my posts in 2022

#obey me - 200 posts

#obey me lucifer - 62 posts

#dialuci - 49 posts

#obey me diavolo - 38 posts

#danganronpa - 29 posts

#obey me shall we date - 19 posts

#obey me mammon - 15 posts

#obey me satan - 12 posts

#kiyotaka ishimaru - 11 posts

#obey me mephistopheles - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#and i had to spend the whole time with my jacket wrapped around my waist because my jeggings looked like a murder scene the whole day

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hamefura AU where Maria ends up unlocking her past-life memories of being a Fortune Lover fan who just absolutely adored og!Katarina (to an unhealthy degree) and makes it a mission to make herself a Katarina route, because Katarina deserves to be with someone who genuinely cares about her, not that dirt bag Prince Geordo! If all works out, awesome! If it doesn't, well, she knows the secret route, she knows where to find a good basement

110 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

You know, it's kinda weird, but even though the brothers definitely deserve to get called the fuck out about how they treat Mammon, I don't think I've seen much of Mammon getting mad at whoever was doing the callout. Both because it makes him feel bad to hurt his brothers, and also in a "fuck you, you don't know me/us, this is private family shit" kinda way. Even if it's by MC, Mammon seems like he would still be pissed at them acting like they speak for him and for hurting his brothers (even if they deserve it), like most people in pretty toxic situations when that toxic person gets called the hell out and the person stuck in it gets mad at the caller

150 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

So according to Wikipedia, Melinoë was born at the mouth of the river Cocytus, where Hermes is stationed as a psychopomp just on the border of the living world and the underworld, which is just a hilarious image of a heavily pregnant Persephone taking a break over by the river when she heads into labor. None of the House of Hades is going to get there in time, thus leaving poor Hermes to play midwife in between bouts of trying to get literally anyone else to help

155 notes - Posted December 8, 2022

Lucifer has just enough characters with history with him to feasibly be the main character of an otome game himself. For example:

Diavolo is the clear simp and lonely rich boy with more to him than meets the eye and a very complicated relationship with Lucifer

Simeon as the former childhood friend/first ex who would like to reconcile despite how badly the break-up went [I see them more like brothers in how monks are brothers, don't @ me]

Mephistopheles is the poncy vain jerk who resents Lucifer for past slights but has a nice side to him that he gets super embarrassed about

Solomon is the mysterious weirdo trying to prove to Lucifer that he means no harm and trying to get past all his abandonment issues.

MC is the brand new exchange student that Lucifer warms up to a lot and ends up getting super attached to, despite just how dumb they can be

And for the secret character, Michael, who is a fucking weird dude (I say this with love) and fellow former bestie trying to get close to Lucifer in secret so that Lucifer doesn't push him away again

Add in the brothers and the other characters as a supporting cast and write up some bad endings and you have yourself a good base for a dating sim!

326 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Fic idea based on this where the RAD newspaper club is going to the Mausoleum of the demon kings for some fluff piece when one gets the bright idea to head inside and do some stuff for the Demon King, pay some respect and maybe some funny pictures. So as one of the members goes in, the others record for a combination of posterity and a desperate attempt to explain it to the authorities if they get caught where they aren't supposed to be.

But as the little leader gets close to where the Demon King lies, they notice something off; the king should be in eternal sleep but he doesn't seem to be breathing. Not like they would know about how the Demon King sleeps, but it's still weird, isn't it?

Then they get close enough and there's definitely something wrong. They haven't seen the King in millennia at this point, but he has this unnatural grey-ish pallor and his body looks limp, not unlike a corpse.

The leader gets a bright idea: approach and touch the King, just to check if he's alive. This is risking getting eaten and their club members all tell them so, but still, gotta try, right?

A gentle poke, nothing.

A soft shove, nothing.

A whisper in the ear, nothing.

A semi-distant shout from an irate Mephistopheles (he must have called the other members at some point about why they went inside), nothing.

That's when the leader decides to check something; touching his chest to see if he's still alive, checking for a heartbeat. So they use their wings to fly up and reach a careful hand to push onto his chest. Only that it sinks upon their touch, like the Demon King's flesh is mattress foam instead of muscle over bone. But what their fingers sink into is the worst part.

It's a stab wound to the center of his chest, with stagnant black blood leaking out onto their hand and coating their fingers with a revolting sheen.

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Mephistopheles can barely tell what's going on between all of the screaming, even as he tries to get back order and get some semblance of an explanation. But then he gets the worst news that he had ever heard in his life.

The Demon King is dead, stabbed in the chest who-knows how long ago.

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The news is all over the Devildom within hours. It's understandable, their sovereign had been killed at some point and no one had known. The video evidence of the RAD newspaper club finding out is all over social media within minutes, and it's a mass panic for everyone that sees it. Mourning, fear, furious blaming the angels or the humans or just anyone because this can't be real, this can't be happening. The Demon King is dead, murdered.

Diavolo was the first to find out, Mephistopheles calling him in tears. It felt like the world had frozen in place, he was trapped in shock.

Not because his father was dead.

Diavolo was the one who killed him.

It's that people had found out.

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Circe by Madeline Miller

Circe by Madeline Miller Genre: historical/fantasy fiction (mythological) Page count: 393 Rating: 4 stars Circe is a the mythologically inspired story of a lone witch who was banished to an island. Circe is daughter to Helios, the sun god and Perse, an ocean nymph, and she learns that having a birthright doesn’t mean much in her case. Believing she didn’t have any powers, her family despised her so she spent most of her time by herself up until her teenage years. This was when she fell in love with a fisherman and she discovers her powers of sorcery when she turns him into a god. When he leaves her and falls in love with another nymph, Scylla, Circe gives him a potion that turns her into a horrific sea monster who becomes the beast all sailors must face. She eventually gets banished because of this, as well as, witchcraft to the island of Aiaia by herself. I recommend this book to anyone who wishes to plunge into the tales of Greek Mythology. It‘ll introduce you to the story of gods and warriors. Just like her former novel "The Song of Achilles" it is a modern retelling of an age old story, and it introduces the characters as if for the first time, making it easier for people who are starting out. The story as told by Circe, a goddess and witch, offered views on prophecies, exiles and verdicts, and much more from a female gaze. What’s especially refreshing is that Miller makes sure to write about the gods’ flaws which is incredibly unlike what other authors typically do. Even though at times it was a slow read (could be just me), I loved it by the end and definitely recommend it. Circe playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5PGwUhHQh0KKNS2f2BtQrX?si=3C8dPmaSSu-LzXovkAFZFg&pi=u-k47HOxZ2Tsm5 Sunlight by Hozier: I picked this song because it perfectly embodies the intense love she felt for her lovers like Odysseus. Circe felt very deeply and this song proves it. Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens: I picked this song because it shows the innocent love she had for her first love and how much she fell. Run by Hozier I picked this song because it covers everything from the stories about her ruthlessness and cruelty, to the passion she desired, and even her relationship with Odysseus. Persephone by Tamino I picked this song not only because of the mythological connection but also because it reminds me of her failed relationships like the fisherman and even the brief strangeness she shared with Hermes. In general it talks about the relatively toxic or futile relationships she’s had. Who we are by Hozier I picked this song because the absolute emotional profoundness this song holds is incomparable. It talks about how difficult but strong the love he had with this person was, and how no matter how much they need eachother, they simply cannot be together. This is because they know it could not work, partially to circumstance probably but mostly because of who they are as people. For example: “What I had left here, I just held it tight for someone with your eyes, might come in time to hold me like water, or Christ, hold me like a knife.”/ “and the hardest part, is who we are, it’s who we are”/“ You only feel it when it’s lost, gettin through still has its cost. Quietly, it slips through your fingers, love. Fallin from you, drop by drop.” This essentially embodies how she must’ve felt with having left Odysseus so he could return to his wife and also just how she must’ve felt about love overall.

#book review #teen book review #fiction

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lestwritewhilewaitingforajobcall · 3 years

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The Spark That Split the Seas - Poseidon x Reader x Thor

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Hey guys I’m back! I’ve been grinding hard for a new character that I’d gotten in this game, Genshin Impact, so I’m sorry for the absence! Anyways, as always, I want to thank you all for the support on my past two stories and on my account, I truly appreciate every one of you! On a story-related note, since I’d mentioned on my previous post that I had a lot of Poseidon x Reader x Thor fics written in my drafts, I decided to post one so you guys could also join me in the feels! Any feedback would be appreciated! This was originally shorter than the final story you’re seeing now, as I’d first only written their dialogues, but as usual, I excitedly itched into making a story out of it!

This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

The Spark That Split the Seas

Poseidon x Reader x Thor

For more than all the millennia the gods and other species alike had known the lonely kingdom of Atlantis, never once did the crashing waves gave way to the chirping of the largest Albatrosses until now. Otherworldly flying creatures joined with the familiar exclusively earthly ones in enjoying the ebb and flow of the ocean, albeit this time, the hungry ocean appeared more satiated and seemed to follow a regular pattern ‘from sudden crash to a long calm, to crash again then back to another lengthy calm;’ life in the sea rejoiced in this odd occurrence.

Beautiful yellow sun rays poured through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope pattern on the large interiors of the kingdom ruled by the god of the seas, and catching the reflection of his nonchalant visage. The long, elegant dining table filled with every kind of seafood delectable imaginable also fell victim to the light, along with a figure that sat down opposite, whose invitation was clear.

Hidden from this heavenly atmosphere were the prying eyes of a little messenger bird who stood unobtrusively behind one of the tall pillars near the far end of the room, halting his slide just in time to witness this miracle:

The living bearer of the most fearsome title, the ruler of both this grandiose palace of the most precious gems and coral and all the oceans and waters, the almighty Poseidon, though against all reason and self-proved authority whatsoever, against the epics of Greek poets, was indulged, seemingly willingly, in the pleasure of having another’s company. In the shadows, Hermes’ red eyes shot wide open in shock.

Poseidon, the ever abrupt and rude god who had deemed most beings to be below him, received a guest, a still breathing one at that.

What in the gods’ name?

In a tone of haughty contempt, a grunt escaped from Poseidon’s lips. Finishing chewing the last bite of delicious food in your mouth, you nodded your head in earnest agreement with his point. Your next words were uttered with the firmness of an old sage who had all the answers, your beliefs shaped by the countless lifetimes you had lived.

“Existing is painful.” Your shoulders bobbed with your chuckle.

Although Poseidon felt a small measure of relief−a feeling that by habit had always been easy to brush-off with a condescending thought, his face betrayed nothing as his stoic features remained still. “If you agree, then why not allow me to kill you this instant?” As if to emphasize his strength, the crashing sound of dreadful combat between waves and rocks rang in the air, and you almost wished that a low rumble of thunder accompanied it, finding beauty in its loud peals, and additionally giving a volume of inspiration to Michelangelo below.

Despite your gaze being unrequited, you were sure you had the god’s attention. Since arriving here, Poseidon noted that your expression had always been smoothed into a calm, smiling one. “If you had intended to kill me, we would not be having this conversation right now.”

Poseidon sat rigid and silent.

“It’s a comfortingly tragic drama, my circle of life. I may not have been lucky to acquire a life as long as that of the gods, but I have definitely lived more times than you have.” Your words were so nonchalant, for a second there Poseidon thought you were kidding.

“That is for the simple fact that you mortals are weak, pathetic.” Lips as pink as young petunias touched the clear edge of the wine glass as Poseidon’s eyes closed, content to give over to listen.

“Yes, we are.” You paused. “But because of this frailty, we learned to adapt, evolve.”

“There is no need for evolution if you are perfect from the moment of conception. Hence why gods such as I, will always be above you.”

“You’re correct. Humans will never become gods after all,” Again, Poseidon found himself absorbing your words like a sponge. At the same time, he experienced an occasional sharp prick at the edge of his emotions, as if signaling him to pull back. “The same as gods will never become like humans.”

“Extremely foolish of you to think that trash is worthy of the shiniest Orichalcum. Your race has been created by us, for us, and will therefore always be inferior.”

“Humans are inferior in all aspects, this, is a fact. It is hence no accident that there is a history of rebellion and consequently, a false notion of superiority. But to be able to look beyond this, is to understand that we never truly intended to surpass animals nor the gods themselves. The nature of our desire: everything was meant for either survival or man’s search for meaning.

“We are by nature flawed and inconsistent creatures. And as you have no doubt seen for yourself as well, despite reaching all our goals, achieving our wildest dreams, we have never reached a position where satisfaction is achieved.” Keenness made your words sound almost heroic. There was a twinkle in your eye and a lilt in your voice, and Poseidon found that now he had a much clearer picture of your reputation for an irrepressible desire to see what is beyond your reach as you questioned: “If I may ask, as I have seen the gods share this sentiment of looking for meaning, do you feel an inkling of the same?”

When Poseidon had put the wine glass down, he hesitated a moment, his supposedly closed mind wavering between doubt and certainty. He would never come to understand this, nor admit to feeling this dissonance, but at last, he shook his head at his consideration, trying to reduce the unpleasantness he felt by the same way he had always used to get out of extremely rare difficulties.

“Do not disrespect me, mortal.” He knew himself that it was an empty threat.

“Those were never my intentions.” You bowed with great respect, but there was at the same time apparent in your manner the consciousness that while Poseidon would never in any way confirm your statement, he did not necessarily refute it. Your heart rose in gratitude as you regarded him with a look of affection, believing in your intellectual companionship.

“Lord Poseidon, as the fearsome god of the seas, what is the meaning of life for you?” The god surveyed your reflection in one of the golden plates, and maybe it was because he had acted in a charitable way towards you, but he saw brightness, a refreshing difference, as if there were no heavy shackles to weigh you down.

“My husband has always been in search of a worthy opponent. What about you?”

It was like a pin came dangerously close to the rational bubble of Poseidon’s beliefs. But then your words penetrated his mind, and he berated himself for almost falling prey, yet…

“Perfection.” Poseidon blurted out loud, full of self-indulgence, but uncomfortable with the thought of pity reeking from his pores, a role that was clearly uncharacteristic of him.

Tilting your head, your brows meshed inquisitively upon hearing this. “This presents the conundrum; you are already perfect, as should all the gods. Since you have explained, gods have always been pristine, perfect, the moment you all were born.

“So, if you have already achieved the meaning and purpose of your life, what is there left to live for?” There was something entrancing in your guileless form, and Poseidon was displeased that another should feel such an interest in your wise, unguarded character. “And if gods have already reached perfection, why is there an endeavor still for the dross of earth?”

For the first time in Poseidon’s life, he was receptive of contraries. Not one single time, had he ever been in the position where he listened, much more considered the act of interpretation. What he said goes, but for some frustrating reason, he was coming to terms of mutual respect; whenever he was sitting opposite you, chin in hand, the more he caught the flame.

Quickly, he stopped that train of thought and he seamed his mouth, stoic. Only his eyes betrayed a spark of defiance. “Stop asking ridiculous questions.”

Again, you bowed. “I apologize if I have overstepped such boundaries.”

“You better be.” With a look of eager inquiry, Poseidon asked, “Why are you not afraid of me? Is it because you are confident Thor would protect you?” One thing that distressed him was that the more he was alone with you, the more he saw your hands, always ungloved, noticed the wedding-ring on your finger. That closed circle excluded him, his face registering the insult. “As expected from a repulsive weakling,”

“No. I know he would be there for me whenever I should need him, and also the times when I don’t.” You said still a smile on your mouth.

Although you were unaware of the eagle eyes that were watching your every move, you had the instinct. You did not need all the information, and you had nothing to hide. Your shoulders were loose, back wasn’t ramrod straight and you exuded a carefree attitude. “The sole reason why my fears have dissipated is because perhaps, I enjoy your conversation.”

To say this whole exchange took Hermes by surprise would be an understatement. After the initial expression of shock, he laughed lowly.

You continued, “I have already accepted your beliefs. No one is entitled to those except yourself.

“If I were to die from imparting what my beliefs are, that is simply fate, a tragedy, but nonetheless, fate. Of course, I would try my best to avoid disappearing from this lifetime, seeing as I have made a promise with my husband, to continue to fight for my life, shall needed, until the very end.” Poseidon’s grip tightened the slightest bit.

“I believe that despite our obvious differences, we are simply two being who each have our own unique experiences that shape our views and beliefs. For hundreds of millennia, I’d seen calamity from all angles; mainly conflicts over a universal truth,

“But so long as there are questions, there will never be one solid concrete truth. And I’m okay with that.” You concluded.

Compliments never rolled off Poseidon’s tongue easily, since in his view they were nothing but hollow words. But this time, he could hardly slip a word in bad taste. He thought it pleasant to hear you, but it could not distract him from the uninvited presence in his throne room.

“You’re a heretic.” His usual strong voice beckoned your attention, discerning the sternness on the table of his expression to be forced. No matter, you had just enough of a last glimpse to see his face looking younger in repose.

“I have been labeled as such.” You noticed the unique rhythm of the crashing waves seemed to have settled along the sand grains, and you admitted it was so beautiful and timeless.

“You’re dismissed.” Poseidon believed in being straightforward with affairs. Since the conversation has ended, the final interchange of words was not likely to be a substantive one. Though this was his original reason, the face at the forefront of his mind right now was not yours but Hermes’.

You stood up and curtsied to show your gratitude. “Very well. It was splendid to be in your company this afternoon.”

Blue eyes followed you as you began walking away, and he watched you until you went out of sight when you began to ascend the Skíðblaðnir, a ship so completely reserved only for you by the Kingdom of the Norse. Then Poseidon’s ears turned toward the messenger’s direction.

Hermes quickly dashed to Poseidon and knelt to greet him with such a great respect akin to the expectations all elderly gods have always expected of their younger ones.

“We gods are perfect beings from the very start; therefore, we do not plot schemes nor engage in disagreements.” The implication registered with a jolt, and Hermes felt his mouth open as the real reason for your invitation became clear. He fought the urge to look at where Adamas had died brutally as a lowlife, not failing to recognize that this was the exact opposite of that faded history.

Finding quiet when Hermes immediately left, the god of the seas stared at his dominion, taking deep breaths of the air, not feeling the normal icy sting carried by the ocean. Over again he dwelt upon in his conversations with you, interested to find out if the Norse god of thunder had been able to sustain a similar type of conversation.

The very first quiver of interest sparked through Poseidon and though he did not recognize it nor perceived it, he understood the most important things, the only ones he ever needed to:

You did not seek validation nor attention. You had no fear of death, neither of the hardships of life.

Your depths of wisdom were unparalleled throughout the realms, which he would comment on its wasted potential, however, he knew Hermes already understood that part of it.

And the god of messenger did, as the word got around slowly but surely:

“There would always be those who dare to brave the ocean’s roar, but there was only one who withstood it.”

#poseidon x reader #thor x reader #snv x reader #snv poseidon #snv thor #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv poseidon x reader #snv thor x reader #record of ragnarok poseidon x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok thor x reader #poseidon x reader x thor #snv poseidon x reader x snv thor

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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. you know whats also bad about the red eyes? not only do they look awful on persephone's pink color, they're not even a unique feature? like we've seen hades' eyes go red, we've seen eros' eyes go red, and ares' eyes are ALWAYS red, so even this idea its her "unique queenly trait" doesnt even hold up?? because we've seen it on other characters before?like at least the blue glowing eyes looked unique and even gave her a possessed, otherworldly look, something with the red eyes just dont have.

2. The faces in the latest ep (not fastpass).... Ew

3. I saw someone praise lore olympus art, specifically the ones where Apollo is playing his lyre and Daphne is covering her ears while her hair is split in two (yuck! Bad decision looks awful) so we can see Apollo, the one where she transforms into her hibernation state (weird perspective, chin and neck, I think, also what the hell was that supposed to be?) and the last one before cutting to Thanatos (which, I admit looks a little better that the other but I still got distracted Apollo's arm among other things).

Now, Rachel is a professional artist like 15-25 years older than me (I dunno her age) drawing one of the most liked webtoons.

I feel like I'm nitpicking or being too harsh or crazy because I think it is a little terrible and this person thinks it's amazing and I know art is subjective and all but like the difference of opinion is jarring. I am by no means a professional and my art leaves a lot to be desired and I guess I don't have incredibly high standards (or do I? I'm second guessing). Is it really that good?

Because I know that Smythe commits more than a few anatomy atrocities. I wanted to redraw a few panels two years ago and I noticed a few things that Don't Work Like That.

4. ok but that other anon is right. we shouldnt have to go off old tumblr asks or random tweets to understand what's going on and who the characters are. rachel doesnt realize you have to actually write whats going on, not putting the readers on a scavenger hunt trying to figure out what they're even reading.

5. im honestly surprised LO hasnt ruined more mother figures at this point. maybe maia will be next and depicted as neglectful and hermes is only the way he is because hes acting out to be noticed by her, maybe dione will slut shame aphrodite, who knows, the possibilities are endless when its about ruining every mother figure to prop persephone and hera up and to avoid giving the characters actual personalities that isnt dependent on mommy/daddy issues.

6. I hate the clothing choice for Daphne in run for your life. It felt like she was drawn in a sexualized manner when she shouldn’t have been because she was running away from a r*pist. Like she almost had a nip slip, we almost got her ass, it was like Rachel was trying to fit her butt and chest in a lot of the frames like some video game with the token woman character. Like if a different dress was choosen or how she made Daphne tie the dress, I just feel like Rachel can’t draw outside of pinup sexy that well. Like sexy is fine for sexy scenes but running away from a r*pist is not sexy. (I probably sounded really lame, but the way Rachel presents the story in a feminist way but can only draw one way in not even the same style is annoying)

7. Things I think would have been better for the story instead of focusing so much on HXP

-Expanding on Minthe’s and Hades beginning of their relationship (he couldn’t of fallen for her since she didn’t laugh at him and when she yelled at him said it’s not your fault but you have the hat I think that would have added to his character more to see him more than a 40 year old who hits on barely legal)

-Leto’s kidnapping of Demeter. Both we/are close with Hera, and probably know or each other or may have been friends. Like I wanna know how Leto kidnapped her but also how are they interacting since they probably know each other and Demeter probably had Hera’s back when Hera ended their friendship.

-Ares return to Aphrodite. We don’t get to see much of her character but we know this is something she’s wanted, but they way it was handled was so flat, We assume Aphrodite told Ares that his gf slept with his father to save their son but we don’t actual read any words between the couple. And then they’re living together. I wanna see how they actually interact and stay together like their better moments. Like how well did he settle in, did they talk about how long he left for or is he mad like come on that’s something interesting but I feel like RS can’t write outside of HXP

-the deal with Echo. Why do people think Echo could possibly be Hera’s gf if she’s her assistant. Yeah they do dirty work together BUT I didn’t get a wiff or sexual tension or anything. Was it that she was there with the doctor? It just seems like Hera is that CEO trope who has the assistant always by her now.

-a little more of Pysche and Aphrodite friendship. Like Pysche says Aphrodite is lonely (and we can assume a part of that is Ares) but also because she “doesn’t have many friends” so why not a solo scene of just the two of them being actual friends. Like what did Aphrodite say when she brought back a purple nymph that was gonna help them with their work.

-Hermes not talking about Persephone. I feel like that 99% of what his character is and then just a little bit of himbo.

-Maybe Thantos and Minthe started flirting/hooking up. We’re they friends first or flirts first? Was it after Hades and Minthe got into a fight or something else? What did Thantos like about Minthe and what does she like about him? Why did she stay with Hades with Thantos was there (it’s not like she wanted to be queen of the underworld) How did Thantoas and Thetis meet and become friends? Idk if I was seeing two guys and one of them actually liked my friend I might consider leaving Hades for him. But again hades did have the power to control everything in Minthe’s life (job, home, everything) I do like Daphne and Thantos But I feel like the transition could have been better if we knew more, but again RS can only focus on one thing and that’s HXP.

------FP Spoiler/Mention------

8. FP SPOILERS— I’m done. I’m really done. We called it. We FKN called it. They got married behind the readers back, Demeter didn’t respond to the question as she actively avoided it and time was up, Apollo is somehow involved in the trial- THIS WHOLE THING IS A MESS AND IM TIRED OF HOPING THAT IT GETS BETTER. Four FKN years of this??? I’m done with this Webtoon even though I’m FKN stuck in it. I’m so FKN done.

9. Fast Pass spoiler (kinda) OH MY GOD, I JUST REALIZED THE POMEGRANATE PIN IS JUST PASTED ON EVERY FRAME, NOT EVEN RE DRAWN FOR PERSPECTIVE, NO, JUST COPIED AND PASTED, REGARDLESS THE OUTFIT ANGLE AND LIGHTING, IT'S HILARIOUS!!!I mean, I knew the art was decaying, but this just made me laugh out loud of how bad it looked.

10. persephone’s pomegranate pin just looks like a giant fly that landed on her and won’t leave LMAO

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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seattlesea · 3 years

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bad representation in the riordanverse

Racism:

-Gave Hazel and Piper gold and ‘kaleidoscope’/brown-blue-green changing eyes and pretty much went ‘Let’s add some characters of color but they cANT HAVE BROWN EYES THAT’S NOT PRETTY ENOUGH’ as if whitewashing isn’t more than just the skin.

-East Asian characters: Riordan pretty much went 'Here are my East Asian characters- one of them looks like a fat baby on steroids and is super undeveloped, his mother is strict and cold, and all the others are just described as 'Asian' because different countries in Asia don't exist and there's obviously no difference between Japanese, Chinese, and Korean'. His portrayal of East Asian characters went like this: Frank: Chinese, chubby, hates himself, underdeveloped, described to look like a 'Chinese Canadian baby man' and a 'panda' as if that's not stereotyping, and only learned to love himself when he looked hotter. Drew: Asian, villainized, rude, shallow, vain, and selfish. Ethan: Asian, rude, evil, a traitor, and deceased. Grandma Zhang- rude, strict, cold, traditional, and deceased.

-Hazel: Has gold eyes. Has 'cinnamon brown' hair even though dark brown or black hair would be way more inclusive and realistic. Had a mother portrayed as a rude and selfish witch who sacrificed, used, and trafficked her own child. Was the only character called or described as a witch while African-Americans were usually accused of witchcraft just for their skin color. Was the only character who was cursed. Had a mother who literally practiced voodoo. The only African-American character in the series before ToA who isn't dead (but she also died). Was paired with a sixteen year old guy even though African women are constantly forced with older men and that's blatantly racist stereotyping.

-Piper: Had 'chocolate brown' and then 'mahogany' hair? Has kaleidoscope eyes. Put a feather in her hair (which is stereotyping)- and it was an eagle feather, which is also wrong because eagles are extremely sacred to First Nation tribes and only spiritual leaders or warriors can wear it or it has to be gifted by an Elder of the tribe, and Riordan basically went 'Feathers are very important and it's racist to make a character wear one at inappropriate times but I'm going to make my character wear one as a cute accessory to make her look cool, pretty, and headstrong and to add to her 'Aesthetic'’ even though Cherokees didn’t wear feathers (which proves he did the bare minimum of research). Constantly oversexualized (56% of First Nation women are sexually harassed and Riordan had the audacity to put Piper in an 'embarrassingly low v-neck' and to have her constantly drooled over by a WHITE MALE and have her sexualized by her 1000+ mother without her knowledge or consent). It's said that her father was from a reservation in Oklahoma...but there are no reservations in Oklahoma, only cultural centers (which also proves that he did the bare minimum of research). She's the only First Nations character and she's the only character (besides Nancy Bobofit) depicted as a kleptomaniac (First Nations people are constantly called thieves by racist assholes). “The week before, he’d turned down several million dollars to play Tonto in a remake of The Lone Ranger. Piper was still trying to figure out why. He’d played all kinds of roles—a Latino teacher in a tough L.A. school, a dashing Israeli spy in an action-adventure blockbuster, even a Syrian terrorist in a James Bond movie. And, of course, he would always be known as the King of Sparta. But if the part was Native American—it didn’t matter what kind of role it was—Dad turned it down.” (The Lost Hero, page 165). So her father is fine with playing an extremely racist and stereotypical Middle Eastern role but not a First Nations role. Uses a cornucopia as a weapon (how she got it- cutting it off a half-bull- is disrespectful to her culture as hurting an animal is banned and she used a cornucopia- a symbol of Thanksgiving- as a weapon). Cut her hair, which is basically taboo in First Nations culture.

-Samirah: Had an arranged marriage (at age twelve, and she believed that she was groomed to be married to a rich and respectable family and nothing else). Ripped off her hijab in front of tons of male characters. The only Muslim character. The only Muslim character and she's the only character who married her cousin (you're supposed to break stereotypes, not enforce them).

Thomas Jefferson Jr: Said that he was thankful to the British for not siding with the South during the American Civil War even though they needed the South's cotton (but they didn't side with the North either). AKA a black man and son of a freed slave was thankful to Britain for not openly oppressing him? And at the same time he was named after a racist slave-owner.

Reyna: She's brown and her entire story revolves around her being independent, strong, alone, and self-sufficient but also desperately needing love and support but then Riordan says that she can't get her heart healed AKA she went through an abusive home, killed her father, left her sister, felt alone her whole life, worked a two-person job alone for months, and had to put on a brave face for others throughout all this then was literally told 'Shut up no one wants to hear about your struggles, just suck it up and deal with it’ and have you seen all the shit brown girls have to go through and keep silent about it?

Extra: -Latino, Puerto Rican, African-American, Chinese-Canadian, East Asian, First Nations, etc. characters and the two most powerful, best, and most skilled characters and who the stories mostly revolve around are two white guys AKA white supremacy.

-"Harriet Tubman, daughter of Hermes, used many mortals on her Underground Railroad for just this reason" and that World War II was caused by a child of Zeus and a child of Hades fighting very blatantly erases the shit those people went through and Riordan just went 'Let's use these racist movements as little easter eggs in my story'.

-Thanatos, who was chained and enslaved, is described with dark skin.

-Riordan writing the characters went a little something like this: Drew: You get common Eastern Asian features like dark hair and eyes because you're arrogant, selfish, conceited, and rude, and because you're an antagonist and you're going to be used to make one of my protagonists- who has unique traits- look good so you're going to have the basic, 'boring' physical traits so the readers know who's the more superior of the two of you. Leo: You get common Latino features like curly dark hair, dark eyes, and light brown skin cause you're the weird, hyperactive unattractive one who's very flirty but constantly gets rejected and you're the only main character without a love interest and the only way you can get a girlfriend is when she's forced to fall in love with you through a curse. Frank: You get common Chinese features like dark hair and eyes cause you're the fat unattractive loser who catches the eye of the African character who already has unique and 'special' traits so you don't have to be super attractive. Reyna: You get common Puerto Rican traits like dark skin, hair, and eyes cause you're the stoic, lonely, intimidating, and cold one who wants all the guys (two white guys for that matter) but none of them want you and they both have girlfriends with traits like blonde hair and gray and kaleidoscope eyes so the readers know who are the more interesting couples. Piper and Hazel: You two get eurocentric features because you're the main characters I have to set apart from everyone else- including other females whom I'm going to make one of you rivals with- so the readers know who's more superior so I'm giving you unique eye colors that literally cannot be found in humans so I'm going to try to validate it by saying that it's from something mildly associated with your godly parent even though neither of them have those traits. Riordan basically said that the common features are bad and boring and that unique and special features- aka features not found in those ethnicities- are good and cool. Also- if gods don’t have DNA how can their traits be passed down to their demigod children checkmate Riordan.

-Cecil Markowitz is the only Jewish character in PJO and the first thing used to describe him is "That kid, always thinking about the potential payout".

-Lavinia said that she was going to bring her date to her bat mitzvah even though you don't bring dates to bat mitzvahs or bar mitzvahs and she said that it was 'awkward' to tell her rabbi that someone was going to be her date even though you don't explain your guestlist to your rabbi, and they're most likely not even going to be at the party.

-Only three Latino and Puerto Rican characters (Leo, Reyna, and Hylla) and all three came from abusive households.

-Leo said 'Mamacita' as if that's not stereotyping.

-Made Nico ‘pale’ even though he had olive skin and gave him black hair and dark eyes despite Italians usually having light hair and eyes just to add to his ‘Goth Boy Aesthetic’.

-Hazel described Pluto to look like Adolf Hitler.

-Carter Kane said that Elvis took African-American music and made it sound like rock 'n roll and described it as cool- like no it’s cultural appropriation.

-Leo was abused and Riordan thought that it'd be funny to make all the other characters line up to punch him and then try to make it look funny.

-Gave almost every single POC character a white name and sometimes gave them white first names and POC surnames, and Reyna and Bianca are the only POC characters with names from their culture/native language and one of them is dead and reborn as someone else and the other’s full name wasn’t revealed until the fourth book in her series and she hates using it.

-Made two POC characters with names from their culture- Samirah and Olujime- go by white nicknames (Sam and Jamie) to make it ‘easier to read’ despite having white characters with the same amount of syllables in their names (like Annabeth) that didn’t go by nicknames.

-Never actually described the characters of color with physical traits from their ethnicities (Reyna, Hylla, and Leo with big eyes, thick eyebrows, brown hair, wide noses, full lips, etc., Piper with almost-oriental eyes, shovel teeth, high cheekbones, black hair, etc., Nico with light or brown hair and eyes, olive skin, a narrow nose, etc., Hazel with a wide nose and lips, dark brown eyes, black or dark brown hair, big eyes, thick eyebrows, etc.).

Anti-LGBTQ+:

-Nico was forcibly outed by Cupid and Riordan and the fandom didn't care and the only thing they thought was 'Aww, he has a crush on Percy! So cute!' AKA romanticizing a forced outing.

-Riordan said that he didn't want to make Reyna lesbian or bisexual because he thought it'd be stereotypical making her LGBTQ+ because she didn't want men anymore even though she could've been bisexual all along but Riordan casually dismissed the idea of that saying "Having a girl end up with a woman after dating men is a bad stereotype" and basically said that real bi girls don’t exist.

-The Hunters of Artemis were made so Artemis/Diana could protect those girls from men and their behavior towards women but Riordan dismissed lesbian relationships- even though nothing about that was said in real Greek mythology- meaning that he thinks that women need protection from other women just as much as they need protection from men.

-Alex Fierro is the only gender-fluid or transgender character and she/he’s seen as rude, snarky, and sharp and Magnus could magically tell when Alex changed gender.

-Riordan said that he wouldn’t make Reyna a lesbian because of stereotypes despite the reader asking if Reyna was going to get a girlfriend, not come out as lesbian AKA Riordan thinks ‘Girls liking girls’ is automatically ‘lesbian’ and completely dismissed bi, pan, poly, omni, etc. girls.

-Used a self-insert to make fun of wlw readers who saw themself in Reyna and thought she could be a cool character to relate to.

-Enforced LGBTQ+ stereotypes like the cold-hearted Asexual, the flamboyant bi/pan, the snarky gender-fluid, the emo gay, the laid-back and rebellious lesbian who dyed her hair pink and chews a lot of bubblegum, etc.

-Has one-hundred fifty-five characters total minus gods/goddesses, Titans, giants, nymphs, dryads, satyrs, monsters, etc. and only has fifteen confirmed LGBTQ+ characters (do the math, that’s exactly one out of ten regarding OCs).

-Only one character that isn’t cishet.

-Saves most the LGBTQ+ for the side characters or only confirms characters LGBTQ+ once they’ve become a minor character despite being a main character before.

-Only stated that Reyna was Asexual outside of his books and on Twitter as if that’s not exactly what J.K Rowling is doing.

-Used the LGBTQ+ community to make Piper seem like the ‘special snowflake’ and to set her apart from her siblings to make it seem like she’s better than all of them and used Hera/Juno and Aphrodite/Venus as excuses for his homophobic mindset that believes that straight is the default cause “Suddenly, much of what she and I had talked about started to make sense. Not being defined by Aphrodite’s expectations. Or Hera’s ideas of what a perfect couple looked like. Piper finding her own way, not the one people expected of her” in synonymous words is 'The expectations for love and the idea of a perfect couple are a heterosexual relationship, and anyone who 'finds their own way instead of the ones people expect' are different'. ‘Different’ and ‘default’ are antonyms AKA if he thinks that LGBTQ+ people are ‘different’, he thinks that straight is the ‘default’. Remember- an author writes their own personal beliefs.

-Josephine is the only black LGBTQ+ character.

-Reyna is said to be Asexual despite feeling sexual attraction towards Percy cause no one likes someone five minutes after knowing them and it’s anything but sexual attraction.

-Magnus and Alex are the only LGBTQ+ relationship whose growth and development is actually shown in the story (while there was also Apollo and Commodus, Piper and Shel, Will and Nico, Apollo and Hyacinthus, Emmie and Jo, Lavinia and Poison Oak, etc.).

-Riordan never canonically said the name of any sexuality and is clearly uncomfortable with the LGBTQ+ community shown by his little to no writing regarding physical affection and deep emotions in his LGBTQ+ relationships.

-Only added in LGBTQ+ relationships for publicity- Percy Jackson and the Olympians release dates: 2005-2009. 2005-2009: LGBTQ+ support was nearly at an all-time low. No LGBTQ+ characters, relationships, or references in the books. The Lost Hero-The Mark of Athena release dates: 2010-2012. 2010-2012: LGBTQ+ support was still very low. Still no LGBTQ+ characters, relationships, or references in the books. The House of Hades release date: late 2013. Mid-2013: the giant spike for LGBTQ+ support and allies. One confirmed LGBTQ+ character. The Sword of Summer release date: late 2015. 2015: LGBTQ+ support was good and gay marriage was legalized. A few LGBTQ+ references but no confirmed characters. The Hammer of Thor and The Ship of the Dead release dates: 2016-2017. 2016-2017: LGBTQ+ support was quite high. Two confirmed LGBTQ+ characters and the first canon LGBTQ+ relationship and kiss. The Trials of Apollo release dates: 2016-2020. 2016-2020: LGBTQ+ support was very high. More LGBTQ+ characters confirmed in one book than all the other series combined. Kind of obvious he was just following the public opinion.

-Legit said ‘Reyna can’t like girls cause she has had crushes on guys before’.

Ableism:

-It was heavily implied in The Battle of the Labyrinth that Rachel Dare had schizophrenia/psychosis but it's never brought up again.

-Grover's fake feet made it look like he was disabled from the Mist and it was said that he was bullied because of it but it was never brought up again.

-It was said that Tyson looked like he had down syndrome from the Mist covering his one eye but it was never brought up again.

-It was stated that every character but Frank has ADHD and dyslexia but never actually showed any symptoms after Percy Jackson and the Olympians and characters like Piper and Leo were even able to read English writing throughout The Lost Hero and the only symptom of ADHD Riordan showed through his characters was ‘a lot of fidgeting’ as if that’s not a blatant stereotype.

Pedophilia:

-Luke, a twenty-two/twenty-three year old had a crush on Annabeth, a sixteen year old. That's a six-seven year age gap.

-The only two girls put into relationships with much older men are black (Hazel and Sadie).

-Hazel, a thirteen year old, got together with a sixteen year old guy. Hazel's crush on Frank is normal- a girl having a crush on an older guy, but Frank's crush on Hazel is disgusting- an older guy looking down at a child and thinking about making out with her.

Misogyny:

-Aphrodite's kids are seen as useless, weak, snobby, shallow, vain, and selfish just because they’re feminine.

-Riordan portrayed Aphrodite’s kids as feminine despite Aphrodite being the goddess of love and beauty, not femininity, as if romance and beauty are reserved for women only.

-Piper is the only 'tomboy' child of Aphrodite and she's portrayed as tougher, stronger, and better than her feminine siblings (and it's portrayed that way multiple times throughout the story like other characters telling Piper she’s "-tough for a child of Aphrodite").

-Piper immediately stereotyped and disliked every single feminine character like Drew and the rest of the Aphrodite cabin just because they liked makeup and skirts as if that’s not shallow criticism.

-Feminine characters like Drew, Isabel, Khione, and Medea are used or even created solely as antagonists to make Piper- the tomboy- look better.

-Calypso is the only feminine character and she sucks at everything.

-Riordan’s take on female characters: Drew: a vain, rude, selfish, snobby, and bitchy mean girl. Silena: a shallow traitor. Reyna: a cold-hearted robot. Piper: internalized misogyny that was never brought up again. Calypso: an island whore. Athena: a rude, aggressive bitch with no emotions. Aphrodite: shallow, vain, conceited, and self-centered. Hera: completely evil with no backstory added into it. Marie: an evil witch who selfishly used and sacrificed her daughter.

-The Hunters of Artemis were blessed by Artemis to protect them from men but Riordan made it only about the men in their lives (again) and portrayed the whole 'losing men' thing like it was a burden and that they're 'giving men up' even though they join the Hunters to leave men. He distorted the original meaning of the Hunters- protecting women- by making it about the Hunters hating and being forced to leave men even though they're asking to have no men in their lives, cause that's the point of it.

-The Amazons and Hunters of Artemis despise men and literally attack them if they so much as speak as if sexism is reserved for women only.

-Portrayed femininity as weakness (and masculinity as strength, it’s even in the word- tomBOY).

-Constantly pit women against women for the sake of romance and love triangles instead of normalizing women getting along despite liking the same people and let the female’s relationships get controlled and influenced by the men in their lives.

-The men always outpower the women in powers and skills. Riordan’s portrayal of powers and characters- Percy: You’re going to have epic water powers and can even create your own personal hurricanes and even though you’ve only been canonically training for eight months total you’re going to be the best swordfighter despite multiple characters having years more training than you. Jason: You’re going to be able to fly, control lightning, create storms, and electric shock people into another dimension. Leo: You’re going to be able to create and control fire and blow shit up with just a screwdriver. Frank: You’re going to be able to shape-shift into any animal you want, even a whole dragon. Nico: You’re going to be able to control darkness and shadows, literally teleport, and raise a whole army of undead soldiers. Reyna: Powers? Nah, your only ability is to lend strength to others as if that benefits you at all. Annabeth: Powers? Nah. Piper: You’re going to be able to manipulate and seduce people and are literally going to use your body and attractiveness as a weapon and your power is literally called charmspeak. Hazel: You have more powers than all the other characters combined that can literally destroy anyone in less than a second but you’re never going to use them or even remember that you have them cause screw the female character being more powerful than the males.

-The men always accomplish the most incredible feats and if the females ever do accomplish something great (Reyna healing the riff and defeating Orion while the Hunters and Amazons couldn’t combined, Annabeth going through Tartarus, Hazel learning to control the Mist, etc.) they are never praised or rewarded or all the credit goes to the men.

-Ares/Mars in real Greek/Roman mythology was the feminist patron of the Amazons who loved his daughter very much and killed a rapist but was portrayed as the dumb, cruel asshole who loved nothing but bloodshed and tried to kill a twelve year-old kid who was trying to help him while Poseidon/Neptune in real Greek/Roman mythology was a greedy, short-tempered, and arrogant asshole who raped almost as much women than Zeus/Jupiter but was portrayed as the kind, caring, and gentle father figure.

Fatophobia:

-Frank is the only chubby character and he hates himself because of it, was constantly fat-shamed, and only learned to love himself after he got rippling abs, muscles, and looked hotter (because fat = ugly in Riordan’s mind, even though it's not).

-Clovis was depicted with a pot-belly and Drew described him as 'repulsive'.

-Dionysus/Bacchus is also depicted with a pot-belly and he's portrayed as a useless, rude, lazy, and drunken asshole.

Lookism:

Basically how Riordan wrote his characters- Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Reyna, Hazel, Piper, and most minor protagonists: You’re all going to be super attractive, have at least one character or more pining for you, have your looks constantly commented on, and some of you will even use your looks as a weapon cause that’s not obvious sexualization cause you’re all the main characters and protagonists that readers need to know are the protagonists. Nico, Leo, and Frank: You three are originally portrayed as unattractive but at some points are described as cute and two of you are insecure about your looks cause you’re scrawny and chubby and one of you hates yourself cause of your body and only learn to love yourself once you magically gain abs cause more muscle obviously equals more attractiveness. Luke, Silena, Chris, and Ethan: You four are going to be super attractive because you’re traitors but all of you make up for your actions and decide to help the demigods and become protagonists again. Octavian, Bryce, Michael, Titans, giants, etc.: You all are the antagonists so you have to be super ugly with multiple physical imperfections cause you’re not allowed to be attractive since you are against the protagonists and I have to set you guys apart and show the readers who’s the better and more superior character.

-Frank hated himself cause he was chubby and only loved himself once he got skinnier and gained muscle through magic but even then was called ‘cute like a panda’.

-Leo was described as scrawny and unattractive and was insecure about being short but even then was called ‘cute in a scrawny way’.

-Piper had facial imperfections and even a pimple on her nose but once she got claimed all of those disappeared and they stayed gone even after the blessing washed off despite all the magic being gone and only then was Piper’s looks commented on multiple times.

-Lester/Apollo hated his appearance cause he had a little flab and acne and his physical imperfections were used as comedy by making fun of it as if insecure readers don’t exist.

-Percy and Annabeth had one canon physical imperfection- a gray streak in their hair- and that magically washed away.

-None of the other characters were described with any physical imperfections like pimples/zits/acne, body hair (despite none of the characters having the care or time to wax or shave), bushy/frizzy or messy hair or eyebrows, big or small hands or noses, blackheads, super thick or thin eyebrows, blemishes, birthmarks, scars, stretch marks, braces, lazy eyes, yellow or chipped teeth, eye bags, glasses, moles, dimples, love handles, flab/fat, visible veins, freckles, etc. unless it added to their ‘aesthetic’ despite none of those being bad and saves it only for the antagonists as if ‘physical imperfections’ = ‘evil’.

Bias:

-Riordan portrayed the Romans as cold, cruel, ruthless, strict, and overall horrible despite them being the more inclusive camp regarding family and godly parents, have multiple families and rules that ensure their camper’s safety, and hold the nicest characters in the series while the Greeks are portrayed as fun, wild, reckless, silly, and cool despite holding the most prejudiced and rude characters, outcasting and ostracizing characters of certain godly parents just for their parentage, stereotype almost every single cabin, and make some campers without siblings live, sleep, and eat alone.

-Every Greek traitor (Luke, Silena, Ethan, and Chris) were portrayed as powerful, kind, attractive, and awesome and each made up for their actions but each Roman ‘traitor’ (Octavian, Bryce, and Michael, and only one of them are actually a traitor) were portrayed as unattractive, cruel, ambitious, ruthless, and extremely weak and never actually did anything useful.

-The Greeks were part of the Union and the Romans were part of the Confederacy (adding on to Riordan adding racist movements as fun little easter eggs in his stories).

-Four out of seven of the main Seven are Greek.

-There are at least 70+ Greek characters and less than thirty named Romans.

-The Battle of San Francisco Bay was used for the sole purpose to weaken the Romans and make the Greeks seem stronger than them and while the Greeks went through two whole wars, their camp laid almost completely untouched but the moment the Romans are introduced, half their population is wiped?

Romanticization:

-Romanticized Annabeth judo-flipping Percy AKA romanticized physical abuse/harassment (emotions, angriness, feelings of love and affection, ‘they went through a lot together’, etc. do not excuse hitting someone) despite Annabeth knowing where Percy’s Achilles Heel was and not knowing he lost it and flipping him on his back anyways (if Percy didn’t lose the Achilles Heel, Annabeth would’ve killed him).

-Romanticized Leo killing himself to see Calypso again and to take her off her island AKA a romanticized suicide.

-Romanticized Calypso yelling at and insulting Leo and Annabeth insulting and canonically lowering Percy’s self-esteem AKA romanticized verbal abuse/bullying.

-Romanticized Will trying to help Nico through his loneliness and depression as if that can’t be portrayed as someone just wanting to help another person AKA romanticized mental illness.

-Romanticized every character kissing another character without asking first and without their consent AKA romanticized sexual harassment.

-Romanticized Piper taking advantage over Jason’s amnesia and mental state and jumping onto him despite knowing there might be a girl he couldn’t remember AKA romanticized manipulation.

-Romanticized Piper and Annabeth’s possessive, overly-jealous, and controlling behavior over Jason and Percy (even before they were canonically dating).

-Romanticized Nico being forced to confess his crush on Percy AKA romanticized a forced outing.

Rick Riordan:

-Refused to apologize for his actions even after being called out by people from the groups he was writing inaccurately and stereotyping (Muslim, Jewish, African, First Nation, lesbian, gay, Puerto Rican, etc.) and tried to make himself look like the victim.

-Claimed he was being ‘bullied’ by readers half his age who were just pointing out his books’ racist flaws.

-Showed time and time again that he is not willing to listen to the voices of minorities.

-Clearly didn’t do his research on ethnicities, sexualities, religions, etc. shown by how he got the simplest things wrong.

-Tried to say that he- a straight white man- was right when people of the actual groups he was writing about (gay, First Nation tribes, etc.) were wrong.

-Used excuses like having a ‘headstrong’ and ‘stubborn’ character who wants to ‘show their culture in their own way’ for his stereotypes. No, Riordan, you want to show the culture that way, not Piper. She’s a fictional character, you’re real. Dumbass.

-Literally said ‘Sorry I put feathers in Piper’s hair, I can’t change what I wrote in the past and I didn’t know that sensitive readers existed’ then continued to write feathers in Piper’s hair in the future books.

The Fandom:

Note: Not to all of the fandom, obviously

-Draws Piper with light skin, light hair, and kaleidoscope eyes with feathers, hippie bands, and beads (yes, it's canon, but you're allowed to change it if it's blatantly racist, and the bead and hippie band thing was created by the fandom and that's also stereotyping).

-Almost always draw Reyna, Hylla, and Leo with light skin and Caucasian traits (props to the few artists who drew them with the right skin tones).

-Draws Hazel with gold eyes, ‘cinnamon’/light brown hair, and an adult body.

-Sexualizes female characters by drawing them in sexy and revealing clothes and giving them all the same exact sexy, slim, and perfect hour-glass shaped bodies.

-Almost never include physical imperfections, muscle, scars, stretch marks, etc. in drawings.

-Fancasts white actors for characters of color and puts actors/faceclaims of white people or people of different ethnicities in the moodboards or aesthetics for characters of color.

-Participates in cultural appropriation by wearing feathers when cosplaying Piper and wearing a hijab when cosplaying Samirah.

-Supports Riordan, tries to defend him, and condones his clearly racist and bigoted actions just cause they ‘like the books’ (if you are straight, white, and/or cishet, I definitely don’t want to see you trying to defend a fifty-five year-old multi-millionaire who is clearly racist, sexist, homophobic, and transphobic).

-Romanticize physical abuse, verbal abuse, mental illnesses and panic/anxiety attacks, etc.

-Ship pedophilic, manipulative, abusive, and wrong relationships.

-Barely allow others to have their own opinions (looking at you Perachel haters) without yelling at, insulting, cursing out, and/or even threatening them for liking or disliking different things than them including ships, characters, books, plots/faults, and Riordan himself.

-Straightwashes characters like shipping Nico with female characters or setting him up with a female character in fanfics.

-Whitewashes characters like drawing Hazel and Piper with eurocentric features, Reyna, Hylla, and Leo with white skin and Caucasian traits, Nico with white/pale skin, etc.

-Try to excuse and explain abusive, manipulative, possessive, and overall very wrong and toxic behavior.

-Fail to recognize and/or admit the toxic, racist, homophobic, sexist, transphobic, wrong, abusive, etc. faults in the books, ships, and characters just cause they like them.

The Percy Jackson franchise does not add good representation. You can still like the series as long as you don’t condone Riordan’s racist and toxic writing and actions and don’t try to ignore the horrible and stereotypical faults just cause you don’t want to admit that your favorite or childhood story is horrible.

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jacqcrisis · 3 years

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Is it bad that I like to imagine Hermes dropping references to his bawdy reading to Charon in mild flirtation, not that it works except it does because Charon always grimaces in disgust and laughs?

It is not bad and you are actively encouraged! Also I’m using this as a springboard to talk about Charon’s relationship to Hermes’ weird reading habits so....apologies

Charon is very aware of what Hermes is reading, cause when Hermes first decided he was going to endlessly bother this very interesting individual he came across, he asked him a bunch of questions about the stuff he was reading, which was mostly philosophy on the nature of humanity itself.

Charon couldn't answer much, never having an interest in philosophy, especially after watching and surviving the end of the world, but he humored Hermes as much as he could. It was kind of cute the way this weird vault kid threw himself at such a complicated subject in his downtime, even if he seemed to not really understand it much of it. Kind of strange for a someone just trying to survive to do in his limited spare time, but Charon found it endearing.

And then he found out Hermes was a synth and all the questions on what it means to exist and be human suddenly start making sense. Hermes drops the whole philosophy thing soon after, but now he's reading romance novels? He tries with the classics, Jane Austen and what have you, but discards them as as too slow and boring, and starts going for more exciting, fast paced pulp fiction and middle-aged lonely housewife smut. Sometimes he still asks questions regarding the material too, usually about character’s motivations and sex terms that didn’t come pre-built in his head, which is very awkward cause Charon’s 190 and couldn’t relate to this shit before the bombs fell, and having a good chunk of his skin rot off didn’t help much either.

Charon can’t really wrap his head around why the android is doing this, but at least he isn’t asking about Kant anymore. Though Charon keep catching him reading bits dramatically and loudly to his Protectron when he thinks he’s alone and Hermes likes take on an affectation mimicking whatever damsel in distress is in his current book to annoy Charon into doing something he wants.

(the only thing that actually annoys Charon is that it fucking works when Hermes asks ‘I don’t have much in the way of money, but is there any other way little ole me could pay for such a big strong man to get me something hot to eat?’ in what he thinks is an approximation of a Southern US accent while batting his eyelashes up at him and Charon has to walk away and do the thing before he does something...reckless)

#fall out hades au #this would all be pre-fic #which is why its fine to post here now #did you know ghouls still have a sex drive?#charons just some kind of ace in everything i write #sorry you gave me the want to write about this #im so easy to bait into a long diatribe of backstory #i think its cute

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cafeinthemoon · 2 years

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Ruins - Chapter II

Chapter 2/?

Wordcount 2,7k

Title Part II

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s): none

Tagging @darling-imobsessed (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: So here we have Hermes dealing with two unexpected guests who want to discuss each one's part of the same mystery 😅 He's one of my fav characters and I hope I could give him a decent depiction.

Also, some deities mentioned here do not make an appearance in the original media, but their existence could be accepted if we consider the logic of snv's universe. Hope you don't mind that 😭

The sweet-scented steam spread around the room while your host poured the tea in the delicate cup he just put in your hands.

It was about two hours after dinner, and most of the girls were in the rooms enjoying the moments before sleeping time, but some of them were still wandering through the gardens, gossiping in the corridors or sneaking around the kitchen to get themselves additional treats. You, on the other hand, had different matters to worry about, and to discuss them you left your own room, crossed half a dozen corridors and risked bothering Hermes in his chambers, where he was probably trying to get some rest: taking care of the needs of so many young ladies was not a simple mission, even when he didn’t work all by himself.

However, it didn’t seem to be a problem for him, who showed a contentment with your coming that surprised even you.

– Thank you for receiving me despite the hour, Hermes-sama – you sipped the tea and approved the taste – I don’t want to take much of your time.

Hermes had taken the seat on the opposite side of your own and filled a cup of tea for himself, leaving the teapot on the silver tray upon the small table between you. You took some time observing the Olympian’s fluid yet composed manners, distracted by the wavy lines of his tattoos while waiting for a response. And you had it when the man finally fixed his hooded eyes on you with curiosity and an undeniable trace of surprise.

– Please, don’t worry about this, my girl. My time is all yours during the guardianship period – he replied with gentleness; and sighing, – I must confess I was starting to feel sad in these chambers. You know, the girls from the previous generations used to come to me for advice, and we ended up having so many interesting conversations! They always had funny stories to tell, and were so attentive! Good times that won’t come back. Now, they barely remember I’m here...

Then, the sadness faded from his traits to give place to a cheerful smile.

– So, thank you for visiting this lonely old man, my dear.

You took a moment to understand why he was being so dramatic over something as simple as a visit, but once you did, you smiled too.

Yes, I almost forgot it. Though he’s young compared to other gods, he’s been alive for thousands of years. We must be like children in his eyes. To him, having fun in our company is probably a reward for taking care of so many responsibilities.

– Now, what can I do for you? – he continued – According to your registers, you’re one of the girls who haven’t found a divine master yet. Do you want to talk about this?

You sighed and left your cup on the table.

– Partly, yes. I hate to admit it, but now I'm starting to wonder if I really should have come.

Your frustration, though justified, wasn’t surprising to Hermes, and you didn’t take long to find out why.

– Hm... It might sound as a commonplace for you, but you’re not the first one to feel this way, and you will not be the last – he replied – It's tempting to think that taking longer than the others to find your place is a proof that something is wrong with you, but that’s not true. There could be many reasons for this to happen. For example, sometimes, there are just too much people competing for a god’s attention. Other times, there are girls whose abilities are suitable for the domains of gods who are not present. By the last days of the guardianship period, these girls might choose to come back home or to stay here and wait for new gods to come, gifting themselves with a second chance – he raised an eyebrow in a cunning way – But judging by my experience, you seem inclined to leave.

You confirmed it.

– Staying or leaving would be both hard decisions, but keep waiting for a guidance that might never come sounds worse to me.

– We can tell that! – he chuckled – Y/n, what are your areas of interest, by the way?

You thought for a moment, then decided for these three subjects:

– Symbolism, philosophy and the interpretation of dreams. I have my reasons for choosing these fields, but I couldn’t find any deity to guide me in them until now.

Hermes gave you a soft smile as an attempt to soothe his next words.

– I’m sorry for this, but we haven’t received any gods of these fields this time. Athena, who might have guided you in her wisdom and teach you on the philosophers’ ways, always comes to seek for new apprentices, but she hasn’t come for at least two years and still hasn’t justified her absence. You could also have been suitable as a disciple of Buddha, but he rarely comes to Valhalla, preferring to stay among his former pairs – he giggled – And, honestly, finding him by yourself could be tricky even in the world of men. Morpheus and the other gods of the oneiric domains gave up on coming, for it’s rare to find individuals among the mortals who are really able to master their fields these days. And, finally, I myself am not versed in them, not enough to give you the help you need.

He took his cup again and emptied its content before continuing.

– I don’t want you to lose your hope, y/n-chan, but things are not promising for you in these areas. Maybe you could try and find something else. The regions of Valhalla prepared for you are large and full of varieties. There are many things in them that might catch a girl’s interest. Just give them a try – he took the teapot for the second time – More tea?

You nodded and took your own cup, half empty, stretching it for the god to fill it. After that, Hermes got more tea for himself and you two stood in silence, each one’s attention turned to your cups.

He was the one who restarted the conversation.

– Anyways... It seems that not finding a master among the gods is not your only preoccupation. Is there anything else you’d like to discuss?

You looked down at your cup, holding it with nervous hands.

– May I ask you something, Hermes-sama?

– Of course. What is it?

You chose your next words carefully.

– You are familiar with hundreds of gods, right?

– Perhaps – he sipped his tea, his eyes glued on you above the cup – Why?

– I really couldn’t find any master just like the other girls, but today I met a certain god... who didn’t tell me his name.

The glimmer of curiosity in his eyes increased at these words.

– I see. Some of them do this, for reasons only known by themselves. How was the encounter?

You described the moment when you saw the gray-haired man and the conversation that followed, as well as the interest with which he examined your notes. You sensed shivers spreading all over your skin to the memory of those events.

– The thing is that I’ve been dreaming about a place that I’ve never seen in my life – you explained – A place in ruins, where there’s no one else but me. I've been haunted by the idea that this dream has a meaning, and I’ve been researching in Valhalla’s Library, but I couldn’t find any clues.

You left your cup on the table and crossed your hands over your lap.

– This god told me that he himself has been dreaming about the same place, and just like it happened to me, the dream stopped the night before he came to Valhalla. He also said that the place we saw exists in reality and that... – you bit your lip and lowered your tone – That it's located in Hellheim.

You saw the moment your listener held his breath to the mention of Hellheim. So, the mere mention of the Underworld was enough to shake the moods of a deity? How much of a complication was this situation of your, then?

However, he didn’t interrupt you or ask anything.

– The least I can say is that he impressed me... and scared me like no other. He had such a perspicacity, such an intelligence, a way with his words that I can’t explain... Before I could control my tongue, I found myself speaking about feelings and thoughts I swore to keep in secret. I could barely look into his eyes. I suppose he’s one of the eldest gods here, because he seemed to know so much, to see so much... I think it’s a miracle that I could stay on my feet during the entire conversation – you shrugged – Hermes-sama... do you know many gods like this?

Hermes took all the time he needed to think of an answer. When he spoke at last, a note of seriousness was sensed in his tone.

– I know a few, and in fact they use to be the eldest – he had his fingers under his chin – Would you mind describing his appearance to me?

You sensed a heat coming up to your cheeks while you spoke.

– Well, he was impressive in this too. A tall, young man with grayish hair and a vine tattooed on this side of his head – you indicated the tattoo’s position with your index finger on your own forehead – Do you know him?

Your host kept his composed manners after hearing your description, but it didn’t escape your eyes a slight tremble in the hand with which he held his cup. He knew the individual, then. As if, as much as you were impressed by him, he was having a hard time trying to believe the said god was whoever he had in mind.

– A tattoo of a vine, you say? – he spoke more to himself than to you.

– Hermes-sama... do you know this god? – you insisted – Can you tell me who he is?

He sighed.

– Yes. I met a god with this description… But he doesn’t take any human as disciple. Neither he attends to Valhalla during this time of the year. Forgive me, but this all so strange. Unless…

You were trying to stay calm, but the anxiety you sensed in him was making it more and more difficult. The way his eyes turned to you made you startle.

– Child, as far as I remember, no other girl chose the same knowledge areas as you this year. And now you’re describing an encounter with a god who never shows up during Valhalla’s young mortals’ stay. It cannot be just a coincidence. But I’m not sure if this means something… positive.

You swallowed. Were you in danger, then? Was this god a wicked person? Someone who was trying to deceive or to take advantage from you, something one would expect from gods such as Loki? Was Loki even there at the moment? Hermes’ considerations were giving you more doubts than answers.

– Are you telling me that he might be an impostor? – you frowned – But why should he have any interest in me?

– I can’t discard this possibility – was his cautious reply – It doesn’t please me tell you this, but some gods and goddesses who come to Valhalla have other intentions than gather disciples or apprentices. However, unless there is a unanimous decision from the council’s part, we cannot deny their entry. Personally, I see this as a problem, so all I can do for you girls is to warn you.

You couldn’t deny the validity of this advice, but you weren’t entirely convinced. You’d rather trust your instincts saying that mimicking such a powerful presence was nearly impossible, even for someone of divine nature.

– Hermes-sama, I’m glad for your warnings, but I don’t think he was lying. You know, I was raised in a town where we would meet all types of people, including thieves, liars and scammers. It was a dangerous place, so our parents taught us how to avoid their traps. I may not be used to deal with gods, but I can recognize a liar when I see one. And that man, that god, was not a faker. I'm sure of this.

At first, you thought Hermes was going to minimize your convictions, taking them as the voice of a girl’s inexperienced heart, which could easily overcome prudence, but he didn’t say a word to counteract you. Maybe he has been dealing with young women for so long that he knew it wasn’t the wisest thing to do. You, on your side, could only thank him for not treating you with condescension.

But he still had some words for you.

– Even if he’s not lying, the best you can do for yourself is to be careful. But this doesn’t apply only to this god in particular. I don’t know how much you were taught about this, but the interactions between gods and mortals should never be taken lightly, even if they’re positive for both sides. Y/n, I know you’re a smart and sensible girl. So especially if you’re considering to stay under this god’s guardianship, I ask you to take care.

Suddenly, as if remembering some task or appointments he still had to attend, Hermes stood up and told you it was time to go to your room. You put your teacup on the table and stood up immediately, not wanting to take more of his time.

– But you still didn’t tell me the god’s name, Hermes-sama – you spoke while being led to the door.

– Yes, I didn’t. But remember when I said we do this sometimes? – he put his hand over the door handle and smiled – He must have his reasons to act like this, and I, not being aware of them, cannot interfere. But my senses are telling me that he will soon reveal it to you… or you will discover it by yourself.

You had no answer for that, as well as no desire to stay and discuss anything else. That night you found out something about gods: they loved a good mystery, especially at the cost of the human’s patience.

– Just promise one thing to me, child – he asked right before opening the door – Be careful.

– I will – was your determined reply – Again, thank you for receiving me. Goodnight.

You left Hermes’ chambers with enough questions to prevent you from sleeping that night, but you also had some clarifications regarding the divine beings and how things worked for the humans in Valhalla. Yes, you had so much to think of – and you just gained the motivation you needed to keep pursuing the answers, since they’re not going to be given to you so easily.

And perhaps that was when the typical irony in the treats between humans and gods manifested in your case, for if you had stayed close to that corridor or if you had the childish habit of hearing behind the doors, you could have found the answers right after the conversation with Zeus’ messenger.

The thing is that, after you left, a second, unexpected guest came to Hermes’ door to discuss the other side of your question.

Hermes was gathering the cups and organizing them on the tray beside the teapot, ready to take them to the kitchen, recalling the conversation with the clever human that could have been a Morpheus’ favorite when a couple of soft, regular knocks brought him back to this plane.

He left the things on the table and smiled with himself, thinking you just forgot to say or ask something and came back… But then held his breath, forcing his feet to stay in their place when, instead of you, he met the very person you described, standing in front of him as if paying a visit by that hour, unannounced, after an incalculable time away from Valhalla was the most common thing to do.

The man with greyish hair and a tattoo on his forehead. In fact, one of the eldest gods Hermes knew, and a member of his own family.

– So… It’s really you… Hades-sama?!

Part III

#snv hades #ror hades #snv x reader #ror x reader #snv hades x reader #ror hades x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok hades #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no walkure

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Queen of Hades

Hades! Shouta Aizawa x Persephone! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are not 18 years or older, please refrain from reading any further. Thank you.

Warnings: TW: Incest, kidnapping, stockholm-ish, slow-burn ish, smut, praise kink and body worship if you squint, possessive during smexy time, overstimulation, squirting, dacryphilia, masturbation (not super descriptive tho), unprotected sex (pretty obvious but I’m putting it here anyway), creampie, aftercare, tiny bit of angst at the end but not too bad.

Word Count: 9.7k (Holy shit)

Author’s Note: *kinda long note here, you don’t really have to read it if you don’t want to*

Ohhhkaaaayyyyyy so this took a lot out of me. This is my longest fic so far, and honeslty I’m kinda proud of it. I’ve always been a sucker for Greek mythology, and I’ve always had a soft spot for Hades because he’s so sorely portrayed as a villain in mainstream media. He’s really not as bad as movies like Percy Jackson and Hercules make him out to be. Nothing in the mythology suggests that Persephone was unhappy, so I took it a ran with it. I also drew a bit of inspiration from Lore Olympus on WebToon (iykyk) for the parts regarding Demeter’s parenting.

The only three characters I really referenced to mha besides Aizawa is Hizashi Yamada (Hermes), Momo Yaoyorozu (Aphrodite), and Bakugo Katsuki (Ares). I went with Momo for Aphrodite solely because she seems like the only one Bakugo would willingly listen to since she’s on par with him at least in intelligence. I made Bakugo Ares because he’s the god of war, and tends to get angry easily. Their temperaments are similar, except for the fact that Ares can be pretty cowardly (sorry not sorry Ares).

Anyway, enjoy~

The god sat on his throne, contemplating his lonely existence for what felt like the hundredth time. It may have been, considering he is immortal. At one time, he’d never given loneliness a second thought. He didn’t mind being this way. His job was important, even if melancholy, and he took it very seriously. Keeping Cerberus tame and entertained was probably the most difficult part, physically. The three-headed dog sat at the entrance to the underworld, guarding at all times to ensure any and all souls that passed through could never escape. And Hades simply ruled over this plane of existence, ensuring nothing was out of order and those kept in the depths of Tartarus remained there.

However, in the last couple centuries the raven-haired god had been plagued with longing for someone to share his existence with. He no longer wanted to be alone. He craved someone to spend his time with, someone to think about and experience what mortals and gods alike called love. He wanted a queen. With the time he had on his hands, he prepared himself to scour the mortal realm as well as Olympus, to search under the invisibility his helm allowed him. Soon he was walking the realms, invisible to all creatures, observing, searching for his queen.

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Being the daughter of Demeter wasn’t easy. The goddess hovered over you, making sure you were doing your duties properly as the goddess of vegetation. Being a goddess yourself was only made difficult by your mother. She needed perfection. You worked diligently to hone your powers, urging plantlife to grow to your will and learning about the time before the gods. You spent every day under her guidance, until she was finally satisfied with your performance. She’d finally stopped pushing you about a century ago, now simply watching with no commentary or instructions.

Today was finally the day you’d be able to have time completely alone outside your quarters. You wandered, stopping in a beautiful meadow. The sight made your heart swell with joy. Lush, soft grass stretched as far as you could see, flowers of all colors blanketing the area. From bright, vibrant sunshine yellow to deep cerulean and mulberry. Some of the lone flowers stood tall enough to touch your hips as you floated through the greenery. It was serene, peaceful. Your chest felt light, finally you were free from your mother’s harsh gaze to relax, all alone.

As you finally decided you’d return, you thought of the beauty of the area. It didn’t take long for you to find a few choice blooms to pick and carefully pluck them from the ground. Keeping them alive would be effortless from your amount of training. You’d keep them in your chambers, a memory of the feelings you experienced here. Satisfied with your choices, you took a final glance around you and began your return.

You only made it a few steps when suddenly the ground began to quake. Only a horse’s length from your feet, you watched wide-eyed as the ground split open to a huge chasm, chunks of earth tumbling into the void. A golden chariot pulled by four beautiful black stallions emerged from the fissure, pulling to an abrupt halt next to you. A raven-haired man stood proud in the chariot, one hand extended out toward you. His face showed no emotions, his dark obsidian eyes tired and sad, a scar curved under his right eye and light scruff adorning his chiseled jaw.

You shrunk away from his hand, unsure of his identity or the reason for such a surprise visit. “Who are you?” you ask warily, your eyes narrowing slightly. “I am Hades, god of death and wealth. Your mother would know me as Aidoneus.” Your eyes widened in shock. No wonder you didn’t know who this is. Hades rarely left the Underworld, and hasn’t in the past thousand or so years according to what you’d heard from your mother. Why was he here of all places? Sensing your apprehension, he reached out for you once more.

“Please, my sweet, come with me to the Underworld.” Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. You weren’t entirely sure why the god of death wanted you, but you didn’t want to find out. Shaking your head, you took a few tentative steps backward. “I...don’t want to go with you…” The idea of abandoning your duties was absurd. You were a goddess, and your mother would be absolutely furious if she found out you’d gone with Hades and vanished to the underworld. Not to mention how your family might feel about your sudden disappearance.

A loud cry of your name had you snapping your head toward the source. A beautiful woman donning golden armor wielding a spear was sprinting toward you, her brown curls pulled tight into a woven plait down her back. “Athena!” You called to her as you began to run, but you were lifted off your feet before you could take a second step. In a blur of motion you found yourself in Hades’ golden chariot, a strong arm around your waist holding you tight to the god’s side. He peered down at you with those deep dark eyes as the chariot descended into the chasm.

“I am sorry, my love. But coming with me was never your choice to make.” You looked upward, watching as the earth closed above you. Panicked, you struggled in Hades’ grasp, but he was too strong for you to escape. “Please, don’t fight me.” You shot the god a glare that could kill, tears streaming down your face. “I never asked to be taken! Why? Why have you stolen me away?” A heaved sigh escaped his lips. “I will explain, my love, but for now,” he brings his other hand up and taps your forehead with two fingers, “Sleep.” Your eyelids droop, and your consciousness fades to black.

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He had hoped you’d come with him willingly. Of course, he knew the chances of that happening were rather slim. Confiding in Zeus about his newfound feelings for you may have been a bad idea for him, considering he was the one to come up with this ridiculous plan. The god of the sky was supposed to be distracting most of the other gods and goddesses with a meeting, though it isn’t a surprise that Athena had managed to slip away. He was rather lucky to have been able to escape Athena without direct confrontation. He may be a powerful god, but Athena was the goddess of war strategy and wisdom. She could probably fight Zeus himself and find a way to come out victorious.

But now, as he gaze down at your sleeping form in his bed, he can’t help but feel it was worth the trouble. You were absolutely gorgeous, a beauty to rival Aphrodite, though he’d never say it aloud for fear of the woman’s jealous revenge. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted ever so slightly with your breath. He wants so badly to kiss you, to hold you and cherish you, to worship you the way you should be. But he wants you to accept him and love him of your own accord. He’d made that decision from the first time he laid eyes on you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving you to rest.

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It felt like you hadn’t even been asleep for a second, like you had only just closed your eyes. But you definitely weren’t in the chariot anymore, and Hades was nowhere to be seen. Sitting up, you took in your surroundings. You lay on a large bed covered in fine pelts and furs on the wall furthest from the door. The room itself is large enough to fit at least three chariots and room to spare. Cool blue floated around the room, candles inset in the walls lit with cerulean fire, emitting a soft glow and shadows dancing in the light. The room was relatively empty, save for the armor on the wall along with a two-pronged scepter and a helm. There was no question in your mind where you were.

The large wooden door creaked as it opened, the King of the Underworld himself standing in the doorway. You glared as he made his way over to you and sat on the edge of the bed. “Why am I here, Hades?” You absolutely meant for the edge to come through in your voice, letting out your aggression in the most passive way possible. You hoped the tinge of fear you felt hadn’t shown through as well. As much as you didn’t like being taken against your will and hated Hades for it, you didn’t want to get into a fight with the god of death.

“Please, my name is Shouta. The mortals call me Hades. And you’re here because I’ve fallen in love with you, sweet goddess.” His voice was gentle, apologetic even. “The kidnapping was Zeus’s idea. I only went along with it because I knew my sister would never let me have you if I asked. I know how she is with her children.” You gave a small huff and pulled your knees into your chest, eyes still on the god. “Talking to me first was always an option, you know.” His shoulders shook as he chuckled. “My apologies. I should have talked to you first.”

Apprehensively, you asked the question you were sure you already knew the answer to. You tore your eyes away from him, suddenly the furs underneath you were the most interesting thing in the world. “When can I go back?” His hand appeared in front of you, and you didn’t flinch or move away as his calloused palm cupped your face gently, making you look up into his dark eyes. “I’m sorry, my love. But I can’t let you return yet.” You gave a small nod, and he pulled his hand from your face as he stood. “Walk with me?”

His eyes were hopeful, waiting for the answer he wanted. If you declined, would he force you to go with him anyway? You squeezed your knees further into you, giving an indirect ‘no’ to test his reaction. He let out a small sigh, “I see. If you need anything, you can call for me.” He moved to walk out of the room, not halfway to the door when you stopped him. “Actually...um...I think a walk would be okay.” Slowly, you got up and walked over to him, and he gave a small smile before leading you out of the room.

The underworld was nothing like you thought it would be.

Hades - or rather, Shouta - led you on a tour of all three realms of the Underworld on the boat steered by Charon, the ferryman that delivered souls to the three parts of the Underworld. The Elysian Fields were gorgeous, mirroring daytime in the mortal realm with lush greenery and bright sunshine. This part was reserved for the mortals that were exceptionally heroic in their lifetime. Good people who lived lives giving to the people that needed it with no expectation to be repaid. All the souls here were happy, either playing or relaxing with each other in this afterlife.

The next part was the Asphodel Fields. This realm was darker, stuck in a deep limbo but beautiful all the same. A bright full moon sat high in the sky, the ground littered with luminous teal crystals. These souls were shadows of themselves, normal mortals that made mistakes and loved and lived their lives as best they could. They now live a mirrored life here, as a shadowed version of themselves. It was not a sad existence, but one that the mortal souls could be satisfied with.

As you rode the boat with Shouta on the river Phlegethon toward Tartarus, your body began to shake and your breath shallowed. You could feel the foul energy seeping into the air the closer you got. This was where the worst of the worst were kept prisoner. This realm locked a wicked soul in a loop of punishment and suffering. He looked down at you and wrapped an arm securely around your waist, and you peered up into his black orbs. “Tartarus is not a place I enjoy taking you, but I do intend on making you my Queen. You will need to see it even from a distance. I promise, you are safe.”

With a nod, he turns his attention back toward the bow. The closer you got to Tartarus, the more you began to feel fear. Despite the river of fire and the heat pouring from the banks, your body shook. The sheer bloodlust, anger, resentment, and malice pouring from the shoreline was enough to make your heart race. You may be a goddess, but you are young and weak compared to the god next to you. You feel yourself pressing into Shouta more as you float past the shore. The sights before you are horrific, if only because of the souls that are there.

You’d learned about the war between the gods and the titans early on in your life, and now here you were seeing the titans for yourself. They were enormous. Even on their knees, bound in chains thicker than the largest tree trunk, made from Adamantine the metal of the gods, they towered like mountains. They were monstrous, some with more heads than you could count, some with extra limbs, some with animalistic traits and some purely demonic. The sound of the chains rattling rang through the entire realm as a few lunged out toward the boat, only to be stopped short by the chains.

You jumped several times, fear consuming you. Shouta held you close, his arm tight around your shoulders as you clung to him. Confidence and power radiated off his form as he raised his other arm, the chains around the titans tightening and drawing into the ground with a flick of his wrist. He leaned down and whispered into your ear. “You are safe, my love. They cannot hurt you.” You calmed a bit with Shouta next to you, securing you to him and keeping you safe.

The ferry floated along and soon you were out of the realm of Tartarus, back at the palace grounds that the god lived in. The building was beautiful, built like the temples the mortals built for the gods. However, the stone it was made from was not white but black, polished to a beautiful shine that reflected the cool blue glow from the misty realm. This area was not in any of the three parts of the afterlife. It was the god of death’s personal realm.

The large temple sat high on a rocky hill, a staircase carved into the cliff face that led down to the five rivers that course through the underworld, all of them parallel each other until they branched off. The realm itself was magical in its own right. It seemed to be an enormous cave, huge stalactites hung from the ceiling, which was shrouded in deep blue mist that sparkled and mimicked the night sky. It was so high even the largest and lowest stalactites hung miles above the ground. The ground was all black earth, void of vegetation but full of life all the same, the scent of upturned earth and rain filling your senses.

You ogled at the beauty of it all, despite the darkness. You hadn’t taken the time to observe before the tour, but now that you could you almost didn’t want to look away. You felt the warmth of Shouta’s body as he pressed against your back, a hand gently taking your chin and directing your head up to look at the misty abyss. “Would you like to know what sparkles through the mist?” You gave a small nod. Though the mist was thick, there was something sparkling from far above it that made up the constellations in the sky of the mortal realm.

He stretched an arm out, palm up as if to catch something. The star you recognised as Polaris shone brightly then faded, and the glimmering speck fell from the fog, landing square in Shouta’s palm. It was a large gem, sparkling against the darkness. You traced your fingers along its ragged edges, and it floated back up to its place when you dropped your hand. It was then you remembered that Hades was not only the god of death. He was the god of wealth, of earthly riches, precious gems and metals that mortals sought to obtain.

Shouta’s voice was smooth and deep in your ear, his body still pressed up to yours. “Let us go inside, my love. It is time to rest. Tomorrow, I will take you to see Cerberus.” You let your body relax into him, relishing in the safety of his embrace. Giving a small nod, you let the raven-haired god guide you into the palace. He led you to a hot spring in the back of the palace, the large steaming pool set deep in the ground and illuminated by blue flame candles. He left you alone to bathe, and you relaxed into the water as you reflected on the recent developments.

Despite kidnapping you, the god clearly harbors no ill intentions toward you. He’d even revealed that the whole thing was, in fact, your father’s idea. He’s kind, sweet, nothing like the angry and cruel god the mortals seem to fear. And he radiates power, his strength clear even when he first appeared to you in the field. He suppresses his overwhelming prowess around you, you’d realised. It became clear just how powerful a god he is when he took you through Tartarus. As powerful as he is he’s gentle toward you, compassionate and caring, dare you say loving. He did claim to have fallen in love with you.

Still, you had duties as a goddess, though your mother was more than capable of handling it on her own. The only reason you had duties is because you are the daughter of gods. You wondered briefly what she was thinking right now, if she knew you were gone, if Athena had informed her of your current placement. You would have to wait to find out. Until then, you would enjoy your time here. The Underworld is beautiful, and mostly peaceful, disregarding Tartarus. If Shouta means to make you his Queen, maybe you could learn to love the man as you’ve come to love the realm he rules.

And of course, the god himself was rather handsome. His deep obsidian eyes held eons of emotion. Strength, power, loneliness and longing. And when he looked at you, you could tell he was sure he loved you, his eyes full of pure adoration. His long raven locks framed his face perfectly, the onyx crown he wore nearly invisible in his dark tresses. His jawline was strong, sharp, his ivory skin seemingly glowing blue in the atmosphere of the Underworld. The robes he wore hung loose around his frame, but it wasn’t hard to tell his body was strong and well built. He was a god, after all. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to see him in all his glory.

You finished your bath and fell asleep in the same bed as the god, your backs to each other and plenty of room between you. You only knew him for a single day, but you trusted him with your immortal life. When you woke up, Shouta took you to see Cerberus like he said he would. The dog sat proud just inside the entrance, the gate closer to resembling a cave entrance than an actual gate. Cerberus had his own wide perch above the ground to look down and watch the entrance closely, his job as gatekeeper being taken just as seriously as Shouta took his job as king of the Underworld.

Reaching the river bank, Shouta stepped out and held his hand out to you, helping you out of the riverboat after him. Soon the two of you were approaching the three-headed beast, and the closer you got the more you understood just how large Cerberus is. Sitting on his haunches, his shoulders towered far above your head. You’d have to climb up onto his back to reach his three heads. As the two of you approached, the hound turned his heads and bowed low, muzzles nearly in the dirt with a low growl emanating from him.

Shouta, with a hand at the small of your back, walked up to the beast and placed a hand on the middle head, slowly petting up and down in between his eyes. You could hear the whoosh of his large tail behind him. He may be the guard dog to the Underworld, but he was still a dog, you supposed. “Hello, old friend. Meet your future Queen.” The head closest to you lifted, a large huff blowing in your face from his snout, before his nose twitched as he sniffed at your hair and face. You giggled, the air tickling your neck and face, as you reached up and held the large head in your hands and kissed above his nose.

“Such a sweet boy, aren’t you?” The hound’s tail swished harder and one of his front paws tapped against the ground, his body almost dancing at the praise and attention. Mindlessly, you let your hand pet at his fur as you observed the other two heads. Each one seemed to have a different personality. The one you were giving attention to was happy and jumpy, constantly sniffing and licking you. The one in the center was calm and collected, stoic even, eyes trained on the entrance as Shouta pet it. The furthest from you seemed angry, a low growl a near constant as his gaze was focused on the cave entrance.

“Show her a little respect won’t you? It won’t kill you.” The angry head huffed before turning its gaze to you, giving a short bow, and with a snarl turning his attention back to the entrance. As interesting as guarding the gate seems, the only one that actually entered through the gate was Hermes. You watched as the god zoomed in and out, delivering souls to the dock, sending those who could pay off with Charon as he rowed them to their respective placements. You doubted any soul would be able to leave. They’d be spotted and caught easily, if Cerberus had anything to say about it.

Several months passed while you were down in the Underworld, staying by Shouta’s side through whatever he needed to do. No matter how many times you travelled through the underworld with Shouta, you never got enough of the beauty of it all. Sometimes he’d take you through the Asphodel Fields, deep into the crystal forests. He walked with you through the fields with a warm hand at the small of your back, gently guiding you where you had yet to roam. The longer you stayed, the more you found yourself wanting to be around the god.

Any time he needed to visit Tartarus, you’d join him, and he’d keep you tucked into his side the whole time. You felt safe in his hands. Lately you’d been cuddling closer to him at night, longing for his embrace. His rather thick arms would curl around your waist and shoulders, pulling you tight to his chest. You'd wake up to the god’s deep obsidian eyes on your face, his gaze soft as he told you how beautiful you are or how thankful he was that he could wake up next to you. He’d leave soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks, thick fingers rolling shapes into your skin.

It was those little intimate moments that had you falling, very possibly in love, with the King of the Underworld. When he’d run his hands down your arms and whisper his affections. When he’d teach you about the workings of the Underworld while you pet Cerberus’s head. In the bath when he’d wash you after a long day, never advancing further than a chaste kiss to your shoulder and neck. The lingering, longing, loving gaze he set on you while you rode the riverboat to the different realms. In no time at all you’d realized you’re happy here.

Now, you both stood at the gate with Cerberus once again. One head was nuzzling up against you, the other two focused on the entrance as you and Shouta pet the happy dog. You’d learned that while the center wasn’t averse to physical touch, he preferred to be left alone. The angry one had become less growly and aggressive toward you, which you supposed was progress. Though you were sure if you ever attempted to leave the Underworld, Cerberus would stop you regardless. Not that you wanted to leave.

A whoosh of wind rushed past you and suddenly Hermes was standing on the other side of Shouta, a wide grin plastered on his face as he leaned on the god’s shoulder. “What’s up, Sho?” His hypnotic green eyes wandered over to you and his eyebrows raised as his grin widened. “So this is miss Persephone, is it?” He held a hand out for you to shake. “It’s good to meet you.” Tentatively, you reached out and took his hand, shaking it before you asked the question burning in your mind.

“Sorry, but why did you just call me Persephone?” A moment of realization hit the blonde. “OH! Yeah, you’ve been called Persephone by the mortals, as well as the rest of Olympus. The Bringer of Destruction. Fitting for the Queen of the Underworld, isn’t it?” Your breath quickened and eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. “Why would they call me that? I haven’t done anything!” Shouta narrowed his eyes at the god. “Hizashi, what’s this about?” He leaned away with his hands up in mock surrender.

“Hey, it wasn’t me. When Demeter found out her daughter was missing she abandoned her duties up in Olympus. The mortal realm has slowly been changing ever since she left, slowly becoming cold and barren. It’s not pretty. Your other siblings are trying their best to uphold Demeter’s abandoned chores but...they aren’t their mother.” Shouta slipped an arm over your shoulder, tucking you into his side, and you clung to him in your increasingly distressed state, relishing in the safety his arms often held for you. The two gods talked as you tried to ground yourself.

“How much does Demeter know?” A high-pitched hum rang from the blonde. “Well Zeus, Athena and I are the only ones who know you took her. I believe Hestia, Hera, and Poseidon know she’s here but not how she got here, and the rest just don’t know anything. Zeus made Athena swear not to say anything, but considering she’s his favorite it may be only a matter of time before she confesses to Demeter with no repercussions. There’s also a possibility Aphrodite and Eros know for reasons that should be obvious to you.”

While they spoke your mind was reeling. You never thought anything of your mother’s hovering, but she’d abandoned her duties up in Olympus just because you’d vanished. What did that even mean? And now that the mortal realm was suffering, would you be punished for it? Would you be blamed for your mother’s absence?

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“Do I have to go back to Olympus?” Shouta could hear the slight panic and sadness in your voice, and it made his grip around you just a bit tighter. Both their eyes flicked over to you, Shouta’s gaze soft and concerned. Hermes - Hizashi - gave a kind smile. “So far, nothing’s been decided. Zeus is pretty adamant about keeping this whole thing discreet, so for now you can stay here with Sho.” You seemed to relax in his arms, but Shouta could tell you were still stressed about the whole situation.

“Thanks ‘Zashi.” The blonde nodded, then zipped away and returned to his duties as the messenger god. Shouta looked back down at you and he could see the tension in your face. Eyebrows slightly scrunched, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you chewed on it, crossed arms and hands clutching your biceps. He’d almost call it adorable if he couldn’t feel just how stressed you were, leaning your body into him like a cat seeking shelter from the rain. His arm slipped down to your waist as he guided you back to the ferry.

It didn’t take long for the both of you to be back at the temple. He sat you on the bed then kneeled in front of you, rough hands gently holding your own, calloused thumbs massaging circles into your skin. “My love, you are upset.” He watched and listened as you poured out your worries, all of them fears of whether or not the mortal realm would survive, if you were to be punished for your mother’s actions, if your mother would punish you herself for disappearing. He reassured you that he wouldn’t let anyone punish you for anything, that he’d protect you with his life.

He had already vowed to himself never to let anything happen to his precious Queen. He is not a violent god, but he would hunt down any soul that dared so much as a wrong thought about you, vowing that there would be hell to pay. If he ever let something happen to you, he swore he’d never leave the Underworld again, and instead trap himself in Tartarus indefinitely. Eventually, he would express his devotion to you, his undying love and loyalty, but for now all you needed to know was that you were safe with him.

His heart nearly skipped a beat when your eyes filled with tears, voice breaking as you cried about not wanting to leave the Underworld, not wanting to leave his side. You’d grown to love the realm for all it had, as well as the man who ruled over it. He knew as well as you did that you would eventually have to return to Olympus, and there was no guarantee you would ever come back. Well, there was one, but he would never suggest it to you for it was almost cruel. It kept you connected to this realm, like a chain to an anchor.

But then you had to go and ask.

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You could see the turmoil behind his dark irises. He was thinking, and thinking hard. “Sho...is there any way for me to come back?” His jaw clenched, something you’d come to recognize as a signal of stress for the god of death. “What do you mean, love? You could return any time you like.” You squeezed his hands, willing him to listen. “I mean permanently, Shouta. If somehow my mother refuses to let me return, is there a way to tie me to you? To make sure I need to return no matter what?”

His usually calm features twisted in surprise, eyes wide and jaw clenched tight, his hands gripping your own. But the shock only lasted a moment before he was relaxing again. “My love, there is a way. But it is not kind to you, to force you to return here.” The sadness at that statement was clear in his eyes. He didn’t want to think of it, but the possibility for you to never want to return to him was there. Your eyebrows furrowed deeply and you ripped your hands away from his, planting your palms on either side of his face and forcing him to look deep into your eyes.

“I want to return here, Shouta, to you. Look into my soul and tell me I’m lying to you.” His dark onyx stared into you, and you stared back. He would know your sincerity, whether he wanted to or not. He had to know how much you truly cared, how far you’d fallen since that day in the meadow when he scooped you up into his golden chariot. You had to make him know. He didn’t protest when you began to pull him closer, leaning in until your lips ghosted over each other.

You’d never been this close before. He never advanced on you, never made you uncomfortable, never forced anything on you. He refused to force even the smallest things on you, like placing a hand on your waist or your shoulder, always asking permission and making sure you were okay first and foremost. Maybe it was just because of how gentle he is with you, or the fact that he’s the sweetest deity you’d met. Maybe it was the work of Eros. But you were no doubt in love with Shouta.

When your lips connected it was like a wave of heat crawled over your body, a spark igniting flame that rolled through your veins. You fit perfectly together, molding to each other in a sweet, passionate kiss. His own hands found purchase on your waist and neck, gentle caresses holding you close. Finally pulling away, you were both breathless, sucking in air through shuddered breaths and adrenaline. His voice came through heavy and thick with swirling emotions. “There is a way to keep you here, but will you wait and think about the decision before it is made?”

You knew what he was doing. He was preparing himself for what, in his mind, is an inevitable rejection from you. You also understood that he was taking you greatly into consideration, thinking about you and your happiness first. And that’s why you knew you loved him. Because you cared about him before yourself. Loving each other more than yourselves was something you shared. “Tell me now, my King, and I promise I’ll think about it.”

He sighed, but you couldn’t tell if it was from relief, sadness, or stress. Regardless, he explained to you the magic of the Underworld, and that if you were to eat a pomegranate seed from the realm you’d be compelled to return, whether you wanted to or not. You gave a nod and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you, Shouta. I will think about it. And you’ll know my answer when it comes time for me to return to Olympus.” He nodded, clearly grateful that you’d heed his words. However you fully intended to eat a seed when asked to return to Olympus. You had already made up your mind, and nothing could change it.

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Waking up every day to see your face was a blessing for the god of death. He loved that you’d become comfortable with him, that you curled into his side while you slept. He adored your half-lidded, sleepy eyes when you first woke up in the morning. He adored your mussed hair before you combed it out and pulled it into a loose braid down your shoulder. Everything you did made him adore you even more, everything about you was the most beautiful thing to him.

He loved all of you, all that you did and said, every little detail of your existence. And he made sure you knew, whispering sweet nothings as he held you in bed, praising your beauty while he bathed with you. Every morning he watched your gorgeous eyes flutter open and made known his gratitude for being able to hold you so close. You never said much yourself, but he’d never have it any different. Your movements were enough for him. He lived for the little gestures and physical touches. The way you’d cling to him while you were out, how you’d hug him close at night. How you’d lean into his chest while you bathed together, or run your fingers through his hair when you relax in bed.

But he hated what you did to him, when you’d get close and squish your body up against him, when he felt your soft skin under his rough palms. He hated the feelings being with you unlocked, the filthiest parts of his mind coming to light. He wanted to ruin you in the best way, to make you his forever. He wants to worship every inch of you, and watch as you unravel beneath him. Late at night while you were fast asleep he’d gaze at your body, eating up every bit of exposed skin and letting his imagination run rampant. Tears falling down your face from pure overwhelming pleasure, sweet sounds pouring from your kiss-swollen lips, legs quivering and fingers clawing at the bed beneath you.

Tonight was no different as his eyes raked over your slumbering form. He could feel himself hardening just at the sight of you, and it drove him insane. He was slightly disappointed in himself for allowing something like lust to affect him so heavily. But it did, and he had to take care of it.

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You were only half awake when you heard a soft curse and felt Shouta shift in bed behind you. When you rolled over to curl into him, you confirmed he wasn’t there and it woke you up rather quickly. Still a tiny bit groggy, you got up and went to search for him through the temple. Really, there weren’t very many places to search. It wasn’t long before you ended up outside the bathing room, but something stopped you before you stepped through the curtained entryway.

You could hear heaved breaths and soft curses from inside, the light slosh of water muffling a lot of the sounds. The sounds which were coming from none other than Shouta. You slowly pulled the curtain back, just barely, and peeked in. The sight before you made your thighs squeeze together and heat build in your stomach. The god was leaning on the edge of the small pool, head thrown back and his lower half below the water. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was doing, with his hand submerged and the muscles in his arm flexing and pumping slowly.

You’d be lying if you denied how much you wanted him. You craved him in the worst way, wanted to touch his bare skin and feel the muscles in his back tense under your fingers. You wanted to see him lose himself and ravage you, to watch as he let his more primal instincts take over. The only problem you saw was how you would approach the subject, especially when your lustful feelings were becoming very hard to ignore. But now, you had just found the perfect opportunity.

Shouta’s back was mostly turned toward the curtains, so it wasn’t hard for you to slip into the room unnoticed. Silently, you padded up behind him and knelt. He was still pumping himself below the water, whispering filthy words and your name under heavy breaths. You reached out and grabbed his shoulders, making him jump, but you quickly shushed him. “It’s me, my King.” He froze, his entire body tensing and his shoulders rising with shuddered breaths.

“I-I’m sorry, my love...I-” You released your grasp and leaned over to look in his eyes, silencing him. “No, Shouta. Don’t be sorry. We may be deities but we are afflicted with emotion, same as any mortal.” Leaning down, you kissed and nipped below his jaw. “Come to bed, and we can help each other with those emotions.” He turned his head to you, brows slightly furrowed and concern laced in his voice. “You don’t have to help me, sweet girl. You shouldn’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “Did I not just say we’d help each other?” Surprise was evident on his face as he gazed up at you from the water. You leaned close to his face, lips just grazing each other, and stared deep into his eyes. “If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t have offered.” Just as he pressed forward, you leaned back and stood, leaving the god shocked and wanting more. “I’ll be in bed, if you feel like joining me.” You swayed your hips a little more as you disappeared behind the curtains, a small tease to lure the god.

Back in the room, you stood at the foot of the bed, back to the door as you waited for him. You made it abundantly clear what you wanted, that you knew what you were asking for, and knew what you were offering. The door creaked open, and you could feel the heat of Shouta’s gaze on your body. He was on you nearly instantly as the door shut, his hands roaming your body and lips ghosting over your neck. His voice was raspy, heavy with lust and want. “Are you sure you want this?” You pushed your hips back into him, feeling his hardness through your thin robes.

A sighed ‘yes’ passed your lips, and it was all the confirmation the god needed. His hands came up and pulled the fabric off your body, the cloth wrapped around his waist following soon after. His thick fingers pinched and pulled at your body, relentless in their attack on your skin. His touch floated over you, sending electricity buzzing through you. Lust built like a wildfire, spreading and burning your blood as it coursed through your veins. You leaned back into him, pressing yourself against his strong body as he peered down yours and left kisses on your neck and shoulder. Your body felt impossibly hot, arousal pulling you deep into him as he traced your body with feather light touches.

Suddenly he grasped your hips tight, turning you and pushing you backward onto the bed. He stayed standing, and you both took a good look at each other for the first time. Yes, you often bathed together, but your back was always to his chest, and the lower halves of your body were submerged. He never touched you anywhere other than your back, shoulders and hair when he helped to wash you, and you never turned to look at him. But now, as you looked up, there was no doubt in your mind you were looking at a god.

He looked as if he was sculpted from marble, ivory skin pulled taut over chiseled muscles. Scars littered his body, discolored lines carved into his skin, each holding a story. Your breath hitched in your throat when your eyes landed on his cock. You may be a goddess, but if you weren’t prepared, he would undoubtedly destroy you. You felt more than heard the deep chuckle he let out, a devilish smirk set on his lips. “Don’t worry, little one. I won’t break you,” you lifted your eyes to meet his, “Yet.” You swallowed thickly, anticipation building in your chest. He climbs up and slots himself between your legs, leaning over you as his hair hangs in curtains around your face, drawing your eyes to the man above you.

“My love, you can tell me to stop any time.” The look in his eyes told you just how serious he was. He would do anything you asked of him without a second thought. You gave a nod and looped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him down into a deep, sweet kiss. Your bodies pressed into each other, your skin burning against his as every cell in your body longed for his touch. Both your tongues poked out and melded together, tasting and savoring each other while his hands roamed down your body and your fingers massaged into his scalp.

When he finally pulled away you both panted, hot breaths fanning over each other’s face. One of his hands trailed down and gripped your thigh, fingers digging into your plush flesh as he ventured toward your heated core. He gathered the slick at the apex of your thighs, groaning at both how wet you had become and the little breathy moan you let out as he pushed a thick digit into your sopping folds. Soon he was adding a second, the burn quickly subsiding into pleasure as his thick fingers curled and scissored, stretching you and preparing you for his cock.

The pleasure was intense for you, never having experienced it like this before. In the 200 years of your life you’d never lain with a man, but there was nothing your mother could do to stop you from learning to pleasure yourself. She knew nothing about what you did alone in your chambers. But this was something different entirely. Shouta’s fingers reached deeper than yours could, stroking every sensitive spot inside you that you’d never known existed. Your legs shook as that familiar coil built in your abdomen, though much faster than you could build it on your own.

Shouta cooed praises into your ear, that knot beginning to fray the more he focused his attention on that gummy spot on your walls. His thumb slick with your juices reached up and rubbed at the little nub between your folds, and it only took a few tight circles for you to fall apart on his fingers with a moan. He drew out your orgasm, curling his fingers into you until you were choking on sobs from the overwhelming pleasure, your thighs trying to clamp down on his hand and nails digging crescent shapes into his wrist.

You whimpered as he pulled his fingers from you, moaning softly as you watched him suck your essence off his fingers with a lewd groan. He leaned down and pulled you into another heated kiss, and you could taste yourself on his lips. “Are you ready for me?” His breaths are heavy, hands gripping your hips tight, jaw set as he tries to compose himself. “Yes, my love. I’m ready.” He kisses you softly as he pushes into you slowly, swallowing up the little mewls dripping from your lips. One hand is rubbing at your swollen clit and the other toying with your breast to distract you from the stretch of his thick cock.

Your own hands are dragging down his back, trying to ground yourself as the god sank all the way into your cunt, stilling as he bottoms out completely. You’re both taking heaving breaths as your walls flutter, adjusting to him. Your legs are quaking and you mewl softly, tugging at his hair. “Please, Shouta, move.” He pulls his hips back and slowly thrusts back in, dragging the head of his cock along your sensitive walls deliciously. He starts a slow pace, languidly driving himself deep inside you. He leans down and kisses at your neck, the angle change making you throw your head back and moan.

You purposely clench down on him, and he bucks his hips up into you with a curse under his breath. His hands come back to your hips, fingers digging harshly into your skin as he growls. He pulls back until only the tip of his cock sits inside you, and snaps his hips forward, punching all the air from your lungs as he sets a brutal pace. Shouta doesn’t react as your nails claw furiously at his back, only yanks your body into him as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust. Deep guttural growls and moans pour from his lips, the sound of wet skin slapping skin and the sweet, salty smell of sex permeating the room.

The little air you’re able to suck in is expelled in whines and sobs, fat tears streaming from your eyes as they roll back in your skull. Your mind was so far gone with pleasure, your entire body shivering and shaking as calloused fingers rub your clit, sending you head first into a powerful orgasm. His growls deepened as he kept himself from his own release, pounding into you with reckless abandon. His voice was raspy and breathless and one hand gripped your chin, tilting you to face him as he slowed his rutting. “That’s right, little goddess. Cry for your god, for your King. Tell me, who do you belong to?”

You took a moment to breathe through a sob, barely able to think with the overwhelming sensations. He was still thrusting his hips into you, slowly, dragging along your fluttering walls and gripping your face ever so slightly harder. “Answer me, sweet girl. Who do you belong to?” He punctuated the question with a sharp snap of his hips, stealing the air from your lungs before you gasped it back in. “You! I belong to you Shouta!” He’s pounding into you again, his hand moving to squeeze gently at your neck as he drives his cock deep into you over and over again.

“Yes, you’re mine. All mine forever. My goddess, my Queen, my wife, my love.” He lets out a loud moan, rubbing at your clit furiously. “Cum for me again, pretty thing. Cum.” Your entire body thrashes with the intensity of your orgasm, electricity jolting through you, your body answering Shouta’s command as if it knew you belonged to him, just as you both had said. You scream a moan as clear liquid splashes over his thighs and abdomen, and he fucks into you relentlessly as he chases his own release. With a long, low growl he shoves himself up against your cervix, pumping his thick seed into you and painting your insides white.

He keeps his cock buried deep inside you as he wraps his arms under your waist and rolls over onto his back, holding you tight to him as you lay boneless on his chest. You’re panting heavily, a sheen of sweat covering the both of you as he rubs his palms up and down your back. Fatigue tugs at your mind, your eyelids drooping as your breathing finally evens out. You feel Shouta shift your body with ease, pulling himself out of you with a hiss and lifting you into his arms.

You nuzzle into his chest as he walks, and soon you’re in the warm water of the bath, sitting on the submerged ledge between Shouta’s legs and leaning back into his chest. You can feel the water running down your arms as his hands cup and pour it over you. His rough hands are gentle as they run over your body, slowly cleaning you and massaging your aching muscles. You’re drifting in and out of consciousness, barely registering being carried once again before being laid down on the bed again. Shouta’s strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest as you relax in his hold.

Barely conscious, you kiss his chest lightly, getting a kiss to your temple from the god. His deep voice is tired, but happy, gravelly from earlier. “I love you, (y/n).” You echo the sentiment, barely a whisper, and somewhere in your mind you wonder if he heard you. The question vanishes as quick as it had appeared, and you drift off to sleep.

***About 2 months later***

It was early, much earlier than you’d normally wake up, when someone showed up at the temple. You were in bed with Shouta, and he awoke at the presence of other gods. Yes, gods. The both of you went to see who it was that garnered his attention. Hizashi - Hermes - stood at the top of the staircase with another god and a goddess. You recognized both. The god with spiky blonde hair and eyes red as blood was Ares, god of war. The goddess had hair black as Shouta’s pulled high on the back of her head. The front of her red dress draped low, down to her navel, her shapely figure complimented by the soft fabric that was no doubt woven from silk. Aphrodite.

The three stood at attention as the two of you walked out, the three eyeing you with very different looks on their faces. Hizashi regarded you fondly, like old friends reconnecting. Ares was angry and guarded, as always, and Aphrodite had a glint in her eyes that you couldn’t quite discern. The ravenette turned to the god of war and nodded, and Ares visibly relaxed, no longer ready for a fight. Hizashi strolled over and leaned on Shouta’s shoulder again, a wide grin plastered on his face. “Hiya, Sho.” The blonde nodded his head at you. “(y/n).”

You smiled back at him, greeting him kindly before turning to the other two and giving a short bow. Aphrodite returned it, but Ares almost sneered. You weren’t really surprised. “Why are you three here, Hizashi?” Shouta asked sternly. The blonde seemed to deflate slightly as he walked back over to the other two and stood with them before speaking. “Well, for one, Demeter knows now where her favorite daughter has disappeared to. Imagine her fury when she found out her own brother had stolen her away.” Shouta groaned, then huffed. “She’ll live.”

The blonde chuckled. “Probably. Zeus has ordered that Persephone, formerly known as Kore and given the name (y/n) by Demeter, return to Olympus indefinitely.” Your eyes widened in shock and time seemed to freeze at his words. Your heartbeat drowned out any other noise, panic swirling in your head. Indefinitely? That meant until your mother decided you could come back to Hades, and you knew the answer would be never. You couldn’t live in a world where you couldn’t come back to Shouta.

The god could sense your distress and pulled you into a tight embrace, still discussing the arrangement with the three deities. But your mind was elsewhere. You knew what had to be done if you ever wanted to return. Heart racing, you leaned back and grabbed Shouta’s face, pulling him to meet your eyes. “Let me eat a seed, Shouta. Please.” His eyebrows knit together and his body tensed as he shook his head. “I can’t let you do that, my love. I can come visit you in Olympus instead.” But you wouldn’t have any of it.

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He watched as your eyes filled with tears, your voice quivering and breaking as you spoke. “No! My mother won’t let you see me! And even if I begged her she won’t allow me to return here. She won’t let me come back to you.” Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, sobs shaking your shoulders as you tried to hold them back. He hated seeing you so sad, so heartbroken. But he knew what would happen if you ate a pomegranate seed. To be fair, so did you, and you were willing to do it if it meant you could see him again.

You were willing to be compelled to return, compelled so strongly that if you didn’t return your body would fall ill and weak, pain seeping into your very bones. You would need to return here, to the Underworld, or you would suffer. You would need this realm to survive. He had explained it to you when you asked, and you’d promised you would think about it. Still, he hated the very idea of you being in pain. His mind reeled with the possibilities, and as much as he hated it, you both knew how this was going to go.

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Staring up at the god, you waited as he lost himself in thought. You didn’t want to force his hand, but if you needed to, you would. Three other deities were present, and could probably hold him long enough for you to pull a red fruit from the earth and swallow down a seed. A deep sigh came from the raven haired god, and a large hand cupped your face as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. He leaned his forehead against yours and sighed softly before speaking, his voice low. “I won’t force you, my love. It is your choice to make.”

You let out a shaky, relieved breath and pulled away from him. Extending your arm out to your side, palm down to the earth, you willed the plant to grow. In mere seconds, a tree sprouted from the dirt, a single large pomegranate glowing with the magic of the Underworld hanging just at your face. You plucked it smoothly, then let the tree shrink back down and vanish. You cracked the fruit open and held a single seed in your palm, looking to Shouta as you took a deep breath. He gave a final nod, and you popped the seed into your mouth, swallowing it whole.

You felt the magic course through you, a piece of the Underworld itself flowing through your body and making itself a part of you. Turning to the three, you spoke, radiating the confidence of a Queen and a goddess. “You three have witnessed me consume a pomegranate seed from the Underworld of my own volition. You know that Hades has not forced anything upon me.” The three nod, acknowledging the truth in your statement. You addressed the goddess of love. “Aphrodite, I believe you can confirm that I love Shouta just as he loves me, and that it was not influenced by you or Eros but developed naturally.”

She gave a sweet smile, nodding in confirmation. Turning back to Shouta, you wrapped your arms around him and he held you tight in a final embrace before you left for Olympus with Hermes, Ares, and Aphrodite. You peered up into his dark obsidian eyes. “I’ll be back, I promise.” He smiled down at you, adoration and love the only emotions in his gaze beside a tinge of despair. “I know you will, my Queen. If you are ever in danger, or if you long for me too much to bear, tap the ground and I will come to you.”

You held him close, then separated and walked to Hermes, who picked you up gently and held you to his chest. Aphrodite and Ares climbed into their own chariot and set off before you. With a final glance to the god of death, you called out to him.

“I love you Shouta.”

“I love you too (y/n).”

He and the rest of the Underworld vanished in a blur, replaced by the grand palace grounds of Olympus.

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