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Beginnings
Hades!Kylo x Persephone!Reader
**author’s note: eeeee sorry for such a gap in my posting. school and work picked up faster than i expected them too, and i had little to no motivation to write when i had free time, didn’t have writers block, etc. in honor of their last day together, i whipped up this hades and persephone blurb. i hope you all have a lovely first day of spring :))
possible warnings: implied pregnancy, demeter is definitely a helicopter mom
2k; fluffy and angsty
Wandering hands cause a deep breath to wiggle up and out of your chest, Kylo’s nose bumping against your jaw. You hum lightly as he trails kisses along your neck, his hands rubbing at your torso as his legs tangle with yours under the covers.
“Good morning, petal.” You groan, attempting to cling to sleep a bit longer.
He chuckles at your reaction, and you roll over, wrapping your arms around him in a hug-esque cuddle. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you yawn before burying your face in his chest. Barking grows closer and closer, and Kylo stretches slightly when Cerberus begins scratching at your door.
“You know what that means.”
Melinoë is awake.
Your daughter is on the cusp of turning five months old, and has already begun to cause chaos like her father. She eats like he does, sleeps like he does, and even acts like he does. It’s no wonder Cerberus’ affinity also seemed to carry over. From the moment she was born, Cerberus appointed himself as her guard dog. He insists on sleeping next to her crib each night, meaning once she is awake, you are met with his howls and scratching on the other side of your bedroom door.
Kylo pulls himself from your hold and you whine, the cold air of your bedroom nipping at your skin. Though he is only gone for a minute, it feels as if hours pass before he returns. You secure the blankets around your body and rub the sleep from your eyes. Kylo hushes your daughter, attempting to calm her cries as he lays back down next to you. Groaning, you sit up and situate the blankets, reaching for your hungry little girl.
Sitting back against the headboard, you situate her in your arms to feed her, cries dying down as she latches with ease. You and Kylo exchange smiles, and you shiver slightly, still adjusting to the temperature out from under the blankets.
“Slow down there, darling. Gonna give yourself a stomach ache.” Kylo spins one of Melinoë’s curls around his finger, and you adjust her a bit in response to his warning.
“Speaking from experience, love?” He rolls his eyes at your words, but a smile still works its way onto his lips.
“I am not sure what you’re talking about.” You shake your head with a smile, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
Once Melinoë is thoroughly satisfied with her breakfast, you rub and pat at her back to ensure you get rid of any bubbles in her tummy. Laying her against your chest, you snuggle back into Kylo’s side, pulling the blankets up once more.
“I had a wonderful dream last night.” He hums, kissing your hair.
“What was it about?” You question, looking up at him as best you can as Melinoë gets comfortable.
“Our meetings on earth. Your first time down here.” You smile at his answer, a shy blush coating his cheeks as you peck his lips.
Laying in comfortable silence, you allow your mind to wander back.
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You had seen him a few times before in the past, though you always played dumb when your mother questioned you on the subject.
Hades began making routine visits a few months ago. He first came to Demeter with the intention of finding plants that could survive in the underworld, but couldn’t help but become enthralled with you. You never joined in on your mother’s teachings, always having something outside to tend to or plant. It became routine, however, for you to slip away and meet with the naiades around the time he would leave, giving you the opportunity to speak to him without your mother knowing.
Your talks were awkward at first, neither of you really getting the chance to speak to other gods and goddesses your age. With time, you became fast friends, though you always aspired for something more than friendship with him. He was funny when he wanted to be, kind, and more handsome than he gave himself credit for. He had bold features; dark eyes, strong nose, plush lips, all accentuated by his milky skin. How could you not want more than just friendship?
Today was unusual, but exciting. Usually, Demeter insisted on meeting at your cottage, but today he suggested that she come to his home. Your mother was wary; she did not want to leave you by yourself on earth, but she also did not like the idea of you accompanying her. You were a young adult capable of making your own decisions, but if you tried to bring this point up it often ended in a screaming match. She had always been overprotective, and you did not anticipate her changing anytime soon.
Somehow, by the grace of the gods–and against your mother’s best judgment–she allowed you to come with.
You carry bundles of plants as the two of you follow Hades through his massive estate. The underworld is not what you expected it to be; of course upon first entering it was overwhelming and a bit scary, but as you wander the marble halls of the palace, it feels more and more homely.
“Sorry I am not able to provide you with anything to eat or drink. I’m sure that you understand.” He chuckles, setting the plants he is carrying on the ground.
Your mom laughs slightly and shakes her head, “I appreciate the suggestion rather than the gesture.”
Too preoccupied glancing around the space that will soon become a garden, you don’t think to ask what they’re discussing. You sit on the yellowing grass, closing your eyes and calming your mind to encourage healthy growth. Opening your eyes, you are met with lush, green grass beneath you, dew lightly collecting on the blades. Looking over, Hades stands with his brows raised, your mom shaking her head with a smile.
“Impressive.” You smile at his compliment, standing to your feet.
“She likes to show off when she gets the chance.”
“Hey! No need to be rude.” You nudge her as she laughs, kissing your head.
“I know, I’m simply teasing. Let’s get to work, Per. Hades, Kore will show you how to properly transfer the plants. I’m going to start on my own section and then check in.”
With that, you get to work showing him how to dig the holes, methods to encourage the best root growth, and the amount to properly water each plant. Demeter comes to check on you several times, the space slowly starting to come alive. Leaving him to try it by himself for a bit, you make quick work of rearranging things. You decide to move certain flowers into the far corner in front of a few fruit trees, having found that they wither in his presence.
As you finish planting the last few, your stomach grumbles. You curse yourself for forgetting to eat breakfast. Brushing the dirt from your hands onto your apron, you stand and glance over to where Hades is knelt. He wouldn’t mind it if you ate one of his fruits, right? You gently pluck a pomegranate from where it hangs above your head, cracking it open as best you can. As you begin eating a few of the seeds, a gasp rings through the air.
“Stop!”
Hades rushes towards you, smacking the fruit from your hands. You stumble back, brows knit in confusion as your mother screams. Her eyes are wide in horror, grabbing you by the shoulders as tears well up in her eyes.
“What did I d-”
“Why would you do that? How many did you eat?” Her voice is frantic and you begin crying.
“Maybe six? I-I’m not sure. What’s wrong?”
“Six?! Dear gods-”Her voice trails off into mumbles as she holds you close.
You stare at Hades with tear-filled eyes, confused and scared. His face is blank and somehow paler than usual.
“Am I going to die?” Your lip wobbles, anxiety causing your throat to tighten and your hands to shake.
He simply shakes his head, as your mother pulls away from you, storming towards him.
“This is your fault! Was this your intention all along? To trap her?” She presses her finger into his chest, and he attempts to back away, disputing all of her claims.
“Trap me?”
“I thought she knew, I’m sor-”
“Save it. I’m taking this up with Zeus. He cannot, in good conscience, let this happen. I will never allow it.”
“I’m confused.” Your voice is quiet, tears still wetting your cheeks.
“Why don’t you tell her since you’re the one who caused this.”
Hades’ eyes meet yours, an overwhelming feeling of guilt radiating from them. He clears his throat, his jaw tight.
“If you eat while you are here you must remain for a certain amount of time each year. In your case it is, um,” He glances at the ground, a single tear sliding down his own cheek, “It is six months. Six months each year.”
The conversation from earlier plays through your mind, as your breathing grows shallow. You hate to admit it, but in the past you have thought of what it must be like to live with Hades. Never did you think it would become a reality.
“Oh.” You squeak. He nods solemnly as your mother wipes her eyes, excusing herself to go speak with Zeus.
Sitting on the grass, you run the hem of your apron between your fingers, tears plinking down onto the fabric.
“I’m sorry.” His voice is quiet, but you can still hear the wateriness despite the volume.
You shake your head as your face crumples, “Don’t be. It’s my own fault.”
“You didn't know. It cannot be your fault if you had no way of knowing. I should have told you.”
He sits next to you, resting a hand on your back. You turn into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder. He tenses at first, only relaxing when you lace your hand with his.
“It’ll be okay, right?” You whisper.
He nods, rubbing his thumb back and forth against your hand.
Reaching out in front of himself, he grabs a flower you must have forgotten to replant. Slowly but surely, it shrivels between his fingers. He hands it to you, the petals rejuvenating back to their original state as you gently grasp it. Twirling it for a moment between your fingers, you hand it back.
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“You were right.”
Your head rests against his shoulder as his finger draws patterns on your back, Melinoë fast asleep, her cheek pressed against your breast.
“About what, petal?”
You rub Melinoë’s back, lacing your free hand with his. Out of habit, his thumb begins soothing over your skin, back and forth.
“Everything turned out okay.”
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tysm for reading :))) as always, do not hesitate to give me feedback!! thank you for all the support on spring and autumn. i hope to create more blurbs when i am able. much love <3
#Persephone#Hades#persephades#persephone!reader#hades!kylo#kylo ren#kylo x reader#kylo x you#angst#fluff#adam driver character#adcu#reader insert
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Sometimes it is your fault.. Sometimes you don’t listen well enough, you’re selfish, you’re rude and you aren’t always right. Sometimes you fucked it up and tbh that’s okay. It happens, learn from it, apologize and keep it moving. Just because you fucked up doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. Don’t dwell on it
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Autumn
Hades!Kylo x Persephone!Reader
click here for pt. 1 !!
**author’s note: i’m sorry for how long this took for me to release. as always, school and work are kicking my ass, but i also wanted to ensure it was perfect. eventually i realized that mentality would not get me anywhere close to finishing lol just perfectionism tings. i’m fairly happy with how it turned out, and hope that you are too. once again, i’m not sure how cannon this is, but oh well !
possible warnings: pregnancy, male masturbation
5.7k; fluff, angst, and a teeensie bit of smut
The chirping of crickets is music to your ears as you settle underneath the covers, a slight smile gracing your lips. You listen momentarily as an owl begins to hoot, the game of call and response making you giggle.
The end of this season signifies the change from summer to autumn, and also marks the day you return home to the Underworld. Closing your eyes, you picture your husband, your Kylo, next to you throughout your time on earth; the two of you in human form carrying baskets of fruit you have collected, feeding grain to the cattle in the pastures, cooking and eating dinner with Demeter each night. The past few months have been joyous, but have also brought new challenges to the forefront of your mind.
You find yourself missing him more than in past years, and are unsure as to the reason why. You have pondered the possibility that it grows more difficult as the years go by, but each time you leave your mother feels the same. Of course, while still not an easy feat to do so, your heart doesn’t ache at the thought as much as it does when you think of Kylo. Tugging the quilt up to your chin, you stare at the ceiling in hopes of boring yourself enough to fall asleep. Your eyes begin to flutter after you finally get comfortable, soft sounds of nature soothing you to sleep.
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When you wake, you take your time to adjust to the sunlight that creeps through your window. Your muscles ache, feet sore from standing as much as you have been. Eventually, you find the strength to sit up and wander through the cottage, softly groaning with each step. Entering the kitchen, you notice a wonderful smell before your mother comes into view. She glances up from whatever she is cooking and sets a dish on the table, smiling and pulling you into a hug.
“Hello, sweetheart.” She rubs a soothing hand up and down your back, kissing your hair in greeting.
“Good morning, mother. You’re up quite early.”
“I’m afraid not, silly. You’re simply up late. It’s nearly time for lunch.”
Your eyes widen a bit, pulling out of the hug. You have not slept this late in ages.
“Oh, gods. Is it really? Why would you allow me to sleep for so long?”
“It’s alright, I promise. There are not many things that need done today. Now, sit and have something to eat. I will not have you and my grandchild go without nutrients.”
Taken aback by her words, your brows furrow as you sit, unsure she understands the magnitude of what she is implying.
“Grandchild? Mother, do not be foolish.”
“Oh, stop that. I’m not being foolish. You have been fatigued lately, and your face is rounding out more and more each day. Why else do you think Hera stopped by the other evening?”
As you absorb the information, your thoughts wander back to your last interactions with Kylo. Tears trailing across your lips between kisses, his hands gripping your skin and smoothing over your stomach as you throw your head back in pleasure, holding each other impossibly close as you fall asleep. His words echo in your mind.
I wish to make you a mother
“B-But-. How? I do not-.I’m not understanding this. I haven’t begun showing. And I do not feel any different. Hera must be lying. She won’t tell anyone will she? Oh, mother, I do not wish for her to tell anyone. Please? She musnt!” Your words are hurried and jumbled as your mother comes to sit next to you, taking your hands in her own as she shushes you.
“There is nothing to worry about, you will only stress yourself out thinking this way. Hera has already given me her word that she will not tell anyone until you allow it, which-I know, that is quite rich coming from her, but she takes anything to do with children very seriously. Trust me, sweetheart? She is very wise. The herbs she recommended we plant are to assist in your pregnancy.”
You cannot help but feel overwhelmed, tears welling up in your waterline. Demeter’s eyes soften and she pulls you into another hug, rubbing your back as you cry.
“I’m not even showing, how are you sure? A-And what will Kylo think? What if he only wants children because I do?”
She does not answer, instead she allows you to process while stroking your hair, listening as you ramble endlessly about your concerns and questions. Pulling away, you wipe at your cheeks and brush back loose hair from where it sticks to your skin.
“I’m just not sure what to do.” It comes out as a mumble, and you fiddle with the fabric of your skirt.
“I did not show until late, either. It is simply the way we are. As for Hades, has he ever given you reason to think in this manner? Because if he has then I have no issue speaking to h-.”
“No, mother, that is not necessary.” She huffs at your interruption, but nods anyway, knowing you have set the boundary for how much you would like him to be discussed while with her. She has never been his biggest fan, and you have always made it crystal clear that any slander directed towards your husband will not be tolerated.
“And um. No. He has not given me reason to think this way. I cannot help myself, though. I worry things will change if a child is present. His job is already demanding, and-“
Your voice trails off.
“What will happen when I travel back and forth? What if he grows tired of me?”
She sighs softly, stroking the back of your hand with her thumb.
“Your worries are sound. But, dear, now is not the time to have this conversation. And certainly not with me. I will always offer a listening ear, but the final decisions lie with you.”
You nod, hands wandering back to the hem of your skirt to distract yourself.
“Now, please. Have something to eat. I do not wish for your lunch to grow cold.”
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Weeks feel like days, months beginning to fly by, until suddenly, harvest is in full effect, the end of the week marking the autumnal equinox. It is early morning as usual, another long day of gathering crops ahead of you. Possibly you would venture off to the pond for an afternoon swim with the naiads, the days starting to become warmer earlier and earlier. As you strip out of your sleeping attire, you glance at yourself in the mirror, taking in your appearance that seems to change day to day.
Your stomach has begun to expand outward more and more, hips having widened significantly along with it to fully support your baby’s growth and movements. Due to the rapid changes, your skin has welcomed more stretch marks along your sides, as well as under your bump, certain ones itchy and uncomfortable. Your breasts are no stranger to stretch marks, either, and they only grow heavier by the day as they prepare for your milk supply. You have noticed growth in your legs, especially, though, you’re unsure if that is due to swelling or weight gain—potentially both. Glancing up and looking yourself in the eye, you realize your mother is correct in saying your face has become softer and rounder, accompanied by a healthy glow.
It feels as if a stranger is staring back at you in the mirror, and slowly but surely, your heart settles into your throat. You don’t hate what you see, but you are definitely not enthusiastic; when you weren’t showing, it was easy to deny yourself of the fact that you were with-child. Now, however, the doubts swimming around in your brain are overwhelming and accompanying them is a sense of dread at the thought of reuniting with Kylo.
You force yourself away from the mirror and dress in a new maternity garment, slinking out the door to join your mother. Waving at you from the rows of grain, Demeter adjusts the pile situated in the crook of her elbow. You mirror her gesture and settle into your own row to begin working, wiping the perspiration that already licks at your brow from the persistent sun.
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“You’re dismissed.”
A huff of exhaustion leaves Hades’ lips, and he wipes the sweat beading at his brow, finally having finished his extensive directions for the guards and servants. They all scatter from the room, going to attend to the tasks he has delegated in order to prepare for your return. Cerberus sleeps at his feet, a gift he hopes you will enjoy, as it was no easy endeavor to acquire him. All three heads release small, puppy snores, causing a slight smile to tug at Hades’ lips. He stands, waking the pup in the process, and makes his way to your bedroom. Cerberus trots behind him, sniffing and exploring a majority of the journey.
He decides to draw a bath for himself, something you might do for him if you were here. Rummaging through cupboards, he looks for the oils and salts you so often add, yet he is unable to find any. With a grumble, he slams the cupboard shut and climbs into the bath, ignoring the fact that his actions have splintered wood. Settling into the water, his muscles begin to untense as he rests his head back against the edge of the tub.
His mind wanders to you, not an uncommon occurrence at this time of night. His eyes close, thinking of the bath you two shared the night before your departure. He feels himself twitch, allowing the night to progress in his mind. Your hands tug at his hair as you roll your hips, trying to increase the force in which you press your center to his face, whimpers filling the air. In real time, he wraps a hand around himself and grunts, thumbing over his leaking tip.
Heaving breaths and subtle splashing of water resonates through the bathroom, shameless moans piercing the air on occasion. The image of you bouncing on top of him draws him closer and closer to the edge. Soon enough, he is finishing with a call of your name, eyes rolled back as his stomach flexes from the intensity of his release. He stands on shaky legs, draining the tub before stepping into the shower to rinse off.
When he climbs into bed, any sign of exhaustion seems to dissipate, the feeling replaced with excitement for your return. He tosses and turns, attempting to get situated enough to fall asleep, though, it is not until hours later--after allowing Cerberus to climb into bed for a cuddle--that his mind slows enough for him to drift off.
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It’s early morning when you step outside, the sun just beginning to kiss the horizon. A yawn wriggles its way up your chest and makes your eyes scrunch from the intensity. You take the opportunity to stretch your aching limbs, as well, body tired and stiff. The dew and grass work in tandem to tickle at your feet as you walk across the field, memories of you and your mother working tirelessly throughout the harvest flooding your mind. You see her standing where she always does when this day comes; amidst the flowers deep in the meadow, dress blowing in the breeze. Several leimoniads comfort her as you grow closer, heads turning from the sound of you swishing through the rows of flora. Gathering you into her arms, your mother tries to keep her sniveling at bay, petting at your hair as a few tears of your own spring to your eyes.
“This day never gets easier does it, my dear?” You cannot help but let out a weak laugh at her half-hearted attempt at a joke.
“Never, mother, I can assure you.”
You stand embracing one another as the breeze continues to wrap itself around you, a tell-tale sign that the earth will open for you at any minute. Looking out at the barren fields once more, you smile softly as she rests her hand overtop where yours cradles your growing stomach. Eventually, you remove yourself from her hold, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She brushes away your tears and places her own kiss to your forehead as the earth begins to separate, nymphs peeking out from their resting places to bid you farewell until next spring.
Making your way over to the split in the earth, your turn to take in your surroundings for the last time this year. Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to enjoy the subtle warmth on your skin from the rising sun, though hairs still prickle along your arms from the chill in the air. With a deep breath, you open your eyes and wave to your mother, mouthing the words ‘I love you’ before you finally turn to head back home.
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Hades wakes with a start, sitting up abruptly due to an overwhelming feeling he cannot quite put his finger on. Clutching his chest slightly, he slowly begins to blink the sleep from his eyes before laying back down. Rolling onto his side, he stares at your pillow in hopes that you might appear. He was up a majority of the night, unable to sleep due to the excitement buzzing around in his brain after all the preparation for your return. At the thought of last night, realization finally hits him and he practically jumps out of bed, startling Cerberus in the process. He calls for a guard to confirm what day it is, handing off the hellhound to be bathed so he is well-groomed when he greets you at the entrance of the Underworld.
Hades dresses himself with haste, brushing through his hair and applying your favorite scented oils to his neck and wrists. He looks himself over in the mirror once, twice, and several more times before finally deciding that you will be pleased with his appearance. He has put off cutting his hair in favor of trying out something new. Throughout your time on earth, he let his facial hair grow out, only deciding to shave last night. His jaw is speckled with a slight shadow, one he knows will drive you mad.
Making his way to the Grand Throne Room, he finds himself almost anxious to see you, though he is unsure why. This day of reunion is not something new to the two of you, but something about this go around feels different. As Hades takes his seat on his throne, he cannot help but bounce his knee a bit in anticipation. It is only then that distant barking can be heard, Cerberus making his appearance moments later. He zooms back and forth between the door and his owner, all three heads barking and panting excitedly. Hades stands as two guards enter, holding either door open rather than taking their place in front of the framing columns. His nose twitches as a familiar smell overwhelms his senses. Pomegranate.
As you enter, it is as if all the air has left his lungs. Your laugh rings through the room as Cerberus nudges against your legs, eyes glancing back and forth between the hellhound and your husband. You cease your journey towards the throne, freezing in place as you look at him. A chill slithers up your spine while your eyes drink him in; he’s dressed head to toe in black, the cape he has removed resting on the arm of his throne. His hair is longer, contrasting with the sharp angles of his face, plush bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
Noticing your shameless staring, he takes the time to mimic your actions. Your hair is braided back, several stray pieces framing your smiling face. Deep purple hugs your upper torso before dropping down at the waist, the flowing gown dragging a train in your wake. The neckline is cut low, allowing a necklace he has gifted you to hang delicately against your decolletage. There is an air about you that was not there months prior that he can only describe as a glow.
Standing, he rushes to you, desperate to have you in his arms again after having gone so long without the sensation. You resume your quickened pace until you are finally, finally, smoothing your hands along the expanse of his back. He welcomes you with a bruising kiss, and you cannot help the quiet moan that escapes your lips. One of your hands inches up towards his hair as the other cups his jaw, humming at the slight texture sprinkled along his skin. His hands take claim on your hips, but it does not take him long to note how your body has changed. He pulls away, eyes widening as he realizes his hands are not deceiving him.
“I-. Are you-. You’re tricking me. You’re serious?” You giggle nervously at his reaction, brushing hair behind his ear.
“I am very serious, my love. Is that alright?”
“Alright? Petal, it is more than alright, are you kidding?”
His dark eyes have regained their specks of gold in your presence, and you swear you see them glint with tears before he drops to his knees in front of you. Your husband nuzzles his proud nose into your stomach as he holds the back of your thighs, your hand coming down to play with his hair. You cannot help the tear that slides down your cheek as he coos quietly to your baby.
“I was worried you would not be pleased.”
Your words cause Kylo’s head to turn up towards you, and he makes hard eye contact. A knot begins to twist in your stomach, slowly realizing the gravity of what you’ve just said to him. His face stiffens a bit at your statement and he stands, holding your hands in his own.
“Ky, I should not h-.” You begin, quickly being cut off.
“What do you mean? Why would I not be pleased?” His tone is unreadable, but you’ve known him long enough to know he is hurt.
“Just, um. Well, you know-.”
“No, I do not think I do. Why would I not be pleased?”
Your tummy is filled with bubbles, hands shaking in his grasp. You glance at your husband, hoping his guard has been brought down a bit. Much to your dismay, his eyes soften for a second before hardening again.
“I do not wish to push my desires on to you, is all. And I am scared that I have. I’m sorry-.”
“You’re not, Y/N, you know that. I’m confused why you have begun thinking this way all of a sudden. If I was not pleased I would tell you.”
“I know. I simply have concerns, and want to ensure that you want what I want. Your opinion matters to m-.”
“Of course I want this! Have I ever given you a reason to think otherwise?”
“No, but that does not imply my worries have vanished. You’re always so busy, and I cannot help but feel anxious that I made the decision for the both of u-.”
“I‘m busy, sure, but that should not imply I have no hopes of having a child. I think it is pretty unfair of you to come to that conclusion.”
“Well, if you could listen instead of interrupting, then maybe-.”
“I’m trying to, but you keep dancing around the issue. I do not enjoy listening to you repeat yourself. Is it so wrong of me to be annoyed?”
“Kylo. I’m losing my patience. I’m asking you to please listen to what I’m trying to say. What is so difficult to understand about that?”
“And I just told you that you’re beating around the bush, Kore, what is so difficult to understand about that?” He spits, eyes stone cold as venom drips from each word.
The room is eerily silent following his use of your earthly name, one he has not used since the two of you were mere strangers. His eyes flash with regret for a moment, but it is far too late. Your blood begins to boil as you bite your tongue, resisting the urge to give it right back to him. You rip your hands from his before they can tighten and keep you in place, storming out of the room so he cannot see you cry.
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A guard sets one of your new nightgowns on a nearby bench before he takes his place in the entryway of your garden, turning his back to you as you change. He leaves hurriedly once you hand your formal dress over to him, allowing you to settle back down next to your favorite flower bed. Cerberus cuddles into your side, attempting to distract you from your emotions as you finish breathing life back into your plants. The leaves mirror those of the ones on earth, hues of yellow and orange gracefully falling to rest on the grass you sit upon.
Your skin still feels warm due to all of your frustration, a hand rubbing soothing circles on your bump as you attempt to calm down. Your husband is not a cruel man; he has a temper that gets the best of him, but he has never spoken to you in a manner even relatively similar to the one he did today. With a sigh, you turn your attention to Cerberus, giving a gentle scratch behind each ear.
“I’m sorry you are already experiencing an argument in the short time I have been here,” You sniffle, a tear rolling down your cheek, “I hope our child does not have to endure the same.”
At the mention of your child, you cannot help but think of all that has worried you in the previous months. Your situation is not necessarily ideal for a child, though you have always wanted one. You begin feeling selfish, cursing yourself as more tears well up.
“Your Highness?”
Your head turns as you jump a bit, startled by the person’s voice.
“I apologize, I didn't mean to scare you. The King wants to know if his presence is allowed in your garden.”
“No, Ap’lek, he knows that. If he wishes to speak to me, we can converse elsewhere.” You wipe at your eyes, feeling beyond offended that Hades would even propose such a thing.
“Per, please?”
It is your husband’s voice this time that startles you, causing your head to snap to the entrance of your garden. Plants begin to wither in his presence, and you stand as fast as your child will allow as he walks towards you.
“Do not take another step forward, or so help me, gods, I will find someplace else to stay, Hades. You will not disrespect me like this. Not after you made me feel like a stranger within my own home.”
“Y/N-.”
“No. Get out!”
You have never yelled at him before, and he does not wish for it to occur again. He slowly backs out of your garden, opting to stand in the hallway that leads to it instead. He listens as sobs coerce themselves out of your chest, trees beginning to crack and groan as leaves shrivel by the dozens, your heightened emotion causing all the flora around you to die. He wants to help; take you to your bedroom and allow you to cry with him. Instead, he makes the journey by himself, laying in the dark in hopes that you will come on your own.
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It is afternoon when you wake on the ground of your garden. Your body aches from the uncomfortable position you must have fallen asleep in while crying. Cerberus lays next to you, perking up as he notices you stirring to life. Brushing what’s left of the dead leaves from your hair, you stand on wobbly legs.
Glancing around your garden, you sniffle, looking down at a single flower attempting to stand up right. You close your eyes and slowly begin to rejuvenate your space. The once dry soil begins to turn from a muddied grey to a warm, rich brown, your toes wiggling as grass sprouts beneath them. Leaves begin budding on the trees, any cracks in the trunks and branches restored.
Once everything has been mended and made new again, you kneel in front of the ever persistent narcissus and gently pluck it from the earth. The roots begin to flourish, offering up another as you stand to your feet once more, turning and exiting with Cerberus right on your tail.
The halls are dark, though illuminated by lamps; Hades must have replaced the torches that were once there during your absence. Guards nod in acknowledgment as you pass by, some verbally greeting you if you have gotten close enough with them. As you round a corner, you nearly collide with Vicrul, clutching your stomach.
“I am so sorry, your Highness. Are you alright?” His hand rests on your shoulder out of concern, receiving a slight growl from Cerberus before you shush him.
“Yes, Vic. Only a bit shaken up. Is um. Is Hades in our bedroom?”
He nods, biting his lip.
“I’m afraid so, yes, I just spoke to him earlier. I think it’s in your best interest to speak with him.”
You sigh, rubbing your bump. You know he is correct, but you dread the conversation, anyway.
“Alright. Would you mind, maybe, taking Cerberus for the time being? I don’t want him to distract us.”
He agrees, making kissing noises at Cerberus as he treks down the hall. He pauses, patting at his leg until the hellhound reluctantly turns to follow him.
“Oh, and your Highness? Congratulations on your pregnancy.”
You smile and shake your head as you thank him, waving at the two of them before continuing on. Approaching the large, all-too-familiar doors, you take a deep breath and enter your bedroom.
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Quietly shutting the door behind yourself, you turn to see Kylo sat up in bed, reading, having abandoned his nice attire, as well. Setting the book aside, he adjusts, looking down at his hands like a child might when being scolded by their parent.
“I want to apologize for how I have treated you today, if you will allow me to.” He looks to you for permission, and you nod in confirmation, twirling the flower between your fingers.
“It was disrespectful of me to enter your space like that. I know it is special to you. At the time I just-. I wanted to apologize and was not considering your feelings.”
You nod, shifting your weight.
“And um. I really should not have called you-.Should not have called you that. A-And I’m very sorry.” He clears his throat, and you notice him start to get choked up. Biting your lip, you step closer, sitting next to him after setting the flower on your nightstand.
“I was hurt that you would think something like that, and wanted you to understand how hurt I was. Know I need to get better at expressing my emotions. ‘m trying for you, petal, I promise.” He quickly wipes away a tear, hoping you do not notice, though he is sure that you probably do anyway.
Scooting closer to him, you extend one of your arms, allowing him to reach out and touch you. It is only then, when he pulls you to his chest, mumbling apologies into your hair, that he allows his walls to come down. You hold him tightly, slowly feeling your scalp wet with tears. Rubbing his back, you whisper your forgiveness in his ear. It is not often he cries like this, and you cannot help but wonder if something else has been bothering him.
“I forgive you, love. It is okay.” You hush him softly, ushering his face down into your neck as you lay back against the pillows, situating his large frame to cuddle up to you. He chokes on a cry, spluttering and gasping in order to regain his breath. You carefully draw his head back, pressing kisses along his cheek as your own eyes glaze over.
“Ky, baby, you need to breathe for me. You’re alright, I promise.” He whimpers softly, breathing still labored as a few coughs escape him. You push hair from his face, resting your forehead against his as you continue shushing him. Your cheeks are wet with tears, as your husband falls apart in front of you.
He clings to you, long limbs curling around you in order to be as close to you as possible. Listening to your heart and matching your breathing, he finally begins to settle enough to resituate.
“That’s it sweet boy, you’re okay. Not upset with you.” Pressing light kisses next to his ear, you scratch at his scalp in slow, circular motions. His sniffles are minimal now, but his hold on you remains tight, only loosening slightly when you adjust his positioning.
“I would also like to apologize if you will allow it.” He nods.
You lightly tap against the crown of his head, his eyes glancing up to meet yours.
“I’m sorry for the way I treated you, Ky. I should not have assumed your reaction would be negative, and you have every right to be offended.” He adjusts, nuzzling his cheek into your bosom, hand resting on your stomach as you brush stray hairs from his eyes.
“It was not fair of me to yell at you, either, even if I wanted you to leave me alone. It is a special place to me, but you were only trying to apologize and I made it harder for you to do so and I am very sorry.”
“Thank you.” He sniffles a few more times, swallowing hard before clearing his throat.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t really anticipate having this sort of reaction.”
“Ky, being vulnerable does not constitute an apology. You scared me, is all,” You pause for a moment before continuing, “Is there more bothering you that you are not informing me of?”
He shrugs slightly, a cough rumbling in his chest.
“I um. I do not wish you to think of me as everyone else does.”
“What do you mean, my love?” Your hand continues gently brushing at his hair, silently encouraging him to take his time. He ponders for a minute, gathering his thoughts.
“I just-. It was difficult seeing my brothers and sisters marry and have children so much earlier than me. A-And for a long time I was angry about them banishing me down here before I met you. I could never understand why they were shaming me for not taking a wife and assuming I did not want children. I have always wanted what we have, even when others assumed otherwise. And to know you have doubts about my desires for our future hurts me. I always believed I was making my hopes clear. I-. I think I have. Right?”
The cracking of his meek voice makes your heart ache. You immediately begin to reassure him that he has and that he has done nothing wrong, holding him closer as he sniffles and adjusts his arms around you.
“It is okay to doubt and worry, a-and I know you’re sorry. But I never wish for you to think I am displeased with our marriage or growing our family simply because of what my duties revolve around.” You nod, kissing his forehead and wiping stray tears from his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Kylo. I do not ever want to hurt you, you know that, right?” He nods, tilting his head to kiss your neck.
“I know, petal. I think I just need a bit more time to process and forgive.”
“I understand, my love.”
“Thank you.”
The two of you lay silent for a while, and he occupies the time by drawing small shapes on your stomach. You card your hand through his hair, a small hum coming from him when you rub near his temple. You close your eyes, basking in the blanket of calm that has covered the room.
“I missed you.”
He breaks the silence, voice so quiet you barely hear him at first.
You look down at him, meeting his eyes that have already been admiring you for who knows how long. There’s a child-like glassiness to them as he stares at you, lashes still wet with tears. The innocence emanating from his gaze spurs your mind to wander. A picture of a young Kylo appears in your head, dropped down far below the earth, scared and alone, expected to take on a role he never asked for.
Cupping his cheek, you smooth your thumb back and forth along the skin, offering a small smile to distract yourself from the lump in your throat.
“I missed you, too.”
“Kiss, please?”
The corners of his mouth twitch up into a shy grin, causing you to shake your head and lean down. His nose bumps your cheek as you angle your head properly, his lips gently smoothing over yours. Slowly, tears begin to wet your lips as the kiss deepens. Subtle whispers are exchanged, little stories of what occurred during your time apart. Your lips chase his as his kisses grow lazier, taking his lower lip between both your top and bottom one final time as his eyes gently flutter.
Far up above, on earth, you know that the wind has surely picked up and storm clouds most likely accompany it. The thought of the cold sends a chill up your spine and you cannot help but tug the blankets up more. You sniffle softly, shedding a few more tears at all that has taken place in the last 24 hours. You feel as though you have been pulled in every direction and experienced any and all emotions, your heightened hormones not helping in the slightest. Even after your crying-induced nap, you feel nothing but exhausted and could easily sleep for an eternity. With a yawn, you cuddle further into your husband and smile tiredly when his grip around you tightens. You savor the moment once more, eventually allowing yourself to succumb to the persuasion of sleep.
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tysm for reading :)) i really enjoy this AU, and would absolutely LOVE to fulfill HCs, requests, ideas, etc. that you have. no promise that i will get them out in a super speedy manner, but the end of semester is just around the corner. as always, please feel free to give me feedback !!
#hades!kylo#persephone!reader#persephades#kylo ren#kylo x reader#kylo x you#adcu#reader insert#Persephone#Hades#adam driver character
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What fuels u to keep using tumblr
Okay I could write a 20 page paper about why this place is more desirable than other platforms but :
Chronological post order
No influencers or corporate personalities
Aggressive monetization & marketing strategies don’t work here
Nobody knows how many followers you have (this is a good thing, trust me, if I had it my way, you wouldn’t even be able to see the number of likes/comments/shares of a post without being its creator)
General anonymity - no pressure to share personal information but the option is always there
Recycled content, this website’s like the radio of social media. Old hit posts from the early 2010s regularly come back in circulation, and trends here actually have staying power. The trends are also organic and not made to sell a song or popularize a product for exactly 1.5 months like tiktok trends that everyone rapidly forgets.
Unlike with Twitter, faceless accounts here are undeniably real people sharing content they like with no incentive to promote products or brands. If somebody gives general advice here, you can be almost certain that it’s not sponsored (and therefore biased toward a certain solution)
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Hades!Kylo Masterlist
***all works within this AU as of right now are hades!kylo x persephone!reader
+Spring**
as the spring equinox rears its ugly head once more, you and kylo must deal with the repercussions associated
+Autumn
april showers bring may flowers, but what do autumn leaves have in store for you and kylo?
+Beginnings
reminiscing is good every once and awhile
#kylo ren#kylo x reader#kylo x you#hades!kylo#persephone!reader#Persephone#Hades#adcu#adam driver character
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who let me major in spanish 🧍🏼♀️
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medusa was NOT a girlboss
why do you hate women ..
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Lucky
Tattoo Artist!Kylo x Reader
**author’s note: i’ve been really really busy with school work and my job the last few weeks, and don’t anticipate either to let up anytime soon. i’ll try and get content out when i’m able, but i don’t want to make any promises for when updates on this and other wips will be put out. anyway, as always, i hope you enjoy :))
possible warnings; smoking, not proofread
2.2k
When you first started applying for jobs on and off campus, you didn’t anticipate it taking this long to actually find one.
Nine times out of ten, you hadn’t gotten a response. As for the one, it was usually a half-assed, copy and pasted response from HR claiming that they ‘aren’t in the process of hiring at the moment.’ There had been a few sparks of hope along the way, of course; a couple phone interviews that didn’t end up going anywhere. At the time, though, you were thrilled to actually speak to someone, not expecting the seemingly open door to be slammed so suddenly in your face when they declined a second interview.
Last week hadn't gone too great. There was studying you needed to do that had been put on the back burner while you job hunted, you were behind on your rent, and to top it all off, you had to turn down another night out with friends due to the minimal spending money in your bank account. Everything seems to circle back to your job, or rather lack thereof.
An email sitting in your inbox on Saturday morning is what finally brings back that spark of hope you’ve been needing.
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Y/N,
Thanks so much for applying at Chewie’s! We’re stoked to hear that you’d like to join the team, and we would love to set up an interview. Are there any days and/or times that would work best?
We look forward to hearing from you!
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From there things moved quite quickly; you set up a time to be interviewed, and when the day actually came, you were essentially hired on the spot. Now, you’re standing in front of the establishment before your first shift starts. Taking a deep breath, you open the door and take everything in once more.
It looks about the same as the day of your interview, only this time around it seems a lot more relaxed. There is soft music drifting through the speakers that mingles with the conversations being had, a variety of different furniture pieces being occupied by customers. You step farther into the building, dings and clicks from machines drawing your eye towards the counter.
A cheery brunette waves you over, her ponytail swishing behind her as she shoots you a smile. You return the gesture, closing the distance between the two of you.
“You must be the new trainee we were told about! I’m Rey, it’s really nice to meet you.”
She stretches her hand out for you to shake and you do so, her grip is firm and the shake itself is enthusiastic.
“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, too. The man who interviewed me raved about you.” Your attempt at small talk makes her beam with pride and she shakes her head slightly.
“Luke is a great boss. Or did Han interview you?”
“I um. I think it was Luke? I can’t really remember. I didn’t know there was more than one owner.” She nods.
“Luke is sorta the face of the company and Han does a lot of the business side of stuff. They’re brothers-in-law.”
“Oh, cool.” She agrees with another nod of her head before leading you behind the counter.
“This is one of the other shift leads, Poe.”
He smiles shyly, eyes crinkling slightly as he shakes your hand while introducing himself.
“You’ll have a great time here. We’ve all been really excited to meet you ever since we found out they hired someone new.”
You feel your cheeks heat up at his kind words, hoping aloud that you “don’t mess up too much.”
“That’s part of the learning process, though. I promise I made tons of mistakes during my first few months here.”
“Yeah, don’t be afraid to ask questions and you’ll be just fine,” Rey adds.
And for the most part, you are. Both Poe and Rey teach you their ways of doing things, wanting to give you options and show you multiple techniques. They demonstrate how to use the espresso machine, but the three of you collectively decide to leave the mastering for another day as it’s fairly challenging to get the hang of. Your shift seems to fly by, and it isn’t until the last hour and a half of it that things start to slow down.
“Well, I’ve got to get going. Poe, you’re staying to show her how to close, right?” He nods at Rey’s inquiry, taking a break from wiping down the counter.
“Perfect. I’ll probably see you when you work next. When do you?”
“I think in a few days maybe. They haven’t really finalized my schedule yet.”
“I guess I’ll see ya when I see ya, then. Bye!” She smiles and throws in a little wave, the door chiming as she exits.
Glancing around the store, you notice that many patrons have left as it nears closer and closer to dinner time. Grabbing a sanitation bucket and a rag, you make your way over to empty tables and begin your cleaning. You’re sure to set any dishes in their respective bins near the trash receptacles, and clean any crumbs and residue from each table, scrubbing at the wood when sticky spots require it.
Before you know it, your shift has come to a close, Poe closing the door and locking it behind the two of you.
“Great job today. Know we weren’t super busy, but I’d say it was a good introduction to being a barista, huh?” You smile at his words and nod in agreement.
“Definitely. Thank you for being patient with me.”
“Oh, of course. I can tell you’re genuinely trying your best and that’s all we ask of you.”
The two of you exchange goodbyes and you begin your trek back to your apartment. It wasn’t too dark out yet, but you hold your keys close to your chest anyway, not wanting something to occur within the eight minute walk. You admire the trees starting to change color, the setting sun putting you in the fall mood even more. All that was on your mind was getting home, lighting a sweet-smelling candle, and cuddling up with your kitty while watching TV.
Looking around, you can’t help but peek across the street at some other shops along Main Street; craft stores, pubs, and even a couple other coffee shops. One store front in particular, though, catches your eye. Red Light Tattoo and Piercing sits on the corner, nestled between a mom and pop candle shop on the left and an old railroad track on the right. Standing outside are a few people on their smoke break, all heavily tattooed, as is appropriate for the shop they’re in front of.
Waiting for the signal to change at the crosswalk, you continue your people watching, thinking you’re being a little more subtle than you are. It isn’t until you find someone staring back at you that you break your gaze, cheeks heating up as you try to find something to distract yourself with. Glancing up, you realize he’s still staring, a slight smirk gracing his face when your eyes meet once more. Smoke escapes through his nose, hand coming up to pluck his cigarette from between his lips. He teasingly wiggles his fingers in a makeshift sort of wave right as you notice the signal change. You awkwardly wave back, hurrying across the road.
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Unlocking your door, you greet your cat with a few scratches to her chin, immediately heading to the bathroom once your door has been securely locked. As your shower comes to a close, your mind drifts back to the man outside of Red Light. Biting your lip, you turn off the water and step onto your bath mat to dry off. With a yawn, you wander into your bedroom and light one of your favorite fall scented candles. Your cat hops onto your bed with a few chirps, receiving a few pets before you pick out your pajamas.
Crawling into bed, you turn on your television and get situated, making sure to fluff your pillows and adjust a blanket for your cat to cuddle up on. Yawning softly, you guzzle down water and scroll through Netflix, not being too picky with what you choose, as you don’t anticipate your eyes staying open much longer. And they don’t. About five minutes into the Halloween movie you selected, you muster up enough energy to blow out your candle and turn off the TV, not caring if the remote gets lost in the covers as you drift off.
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You’ve been working at Chewie’s for nearly a week, and can confidently say it’s the best job you’ve ever had. Rey, Poe, and every other coworker have been nothing but helpful, and you’ve even been invited out for drinks a couple of times.
It’s about halfway through your fifth shift when you decide to go on break, wiping down the counter and turning to Finn.
“Do you mind if I go on break? If you want to go first I don’t mind.”
“No, go ahead. Would you wipe down tables and bring the dishes to the back first, though? I think Rey is cleaning some more mugs.” He responds, continuing to pack espresso into the bed before pulling the shot.
“Of course. Thank yoooooou.”
He waves you off with a laugh, encouraging you to hurry so you can start your break sooner rather than later.
You quickly gather all the dishes from the multiple buckets above each trash, condensing the clutter into one bin to make things easier for yourself. Afterwards, you return the empty bins to their respective spots and lift the remaining bin into your arms. Bringing it to the back, you set it down near the sink where Rey is doing dishes and head back up front, grabbing the fairly full sanitizer bucket. Making your way into the seating area, you weave between tables so as to not bother patrons, wiping any dirty tables you come across. Without checking your surroundings, you turn a bit too quickly and bump into the sharp corner of a wooden booth, too busy wincing to realize that sanitizer has sloshed everywhere.
“Shit!” You groan to yourself, dropping the bucket entirely.
“What the fuck!” The exclamation causes you to look up, hand still clutching your thigh in pain.
The man from a few days ago stands in front of you, only this time he doesn’t seem too happy to see you. His jeans, though they are black, are soaked along the lap and he is profusely wiping at a leather-bound journal. Tendrils of black ink bleed across the page, and you watch as the sanitizer leaks through more and ruins whatever it is he has made.
“Do you realize how much work you just destroyed because you can’t fucking pay attention to where you’re going?”
You stand frozen as he continues to berate you, mouth hanging open slightly as you feel sanitizer soak through your shoes, socks becoming squishy and uncomfortable.
“Hello? Is staring all you’re good for?”
“I-um,” He doesn’t let you finish.
“‘I-um,’” He mocks, “Is that all you have to say? Really?”
Forcing back tears, you feel your throat begin to constrict as other patrons watch the interaction and whisper to one another.
“No, Sir. I-um. I’m really sorry for not looking where I was going.” He scoffs slightly and shakes his head.
“Yeah, I’m sure you are.” His response is sarcastic, and that’s when you notice Finn has stepped away from the counter.
“Y’know you’re lucky it’s not work for an important client or else your boss would be hearing about this.”
“Please don’t yell at me,” is all you’re able to muster up before you feel Finn pulling you away from the puddle you’re standing in, Rey holding her hand up to the stranger as she begins her own discussion with him.
Finn leads you to the back and you can’t help but let a few hot tears of embarrassment slide down your cheeks. He sits you down in the break room, grabbing your water bottle from your cubby and demanding that you drink and try to calm down.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
You sniffle, setting your water down and wiping at your cheeks.
“I was about to bring the bucket back and I must not have been paying attention and I hit my leg on that stupid booth that I always do. This time it was extra hard, and the sanitizer was really full today, so I spilled it all over his notebook. I usually stand up for myself, but he-.He was just so mean and everyone was staring at me.” You scowl to yourself at the memory, drinking more water to soothe any remaining nerves.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize what was happening. You didn’t deserve to be yelled at like that.” He pats your shoulder and you thank him between sips of water.
“Why don’t you just head home for the day. You’re soaked in sanitizer, too.”
You nod, standing and gathering your things.
“Will you say thank you to Rey for me? I would, but um. I don’t want to say anything if he’s standing there.”
Finn nods and you thank him again, heading out to the front and clocking out. As you exit, you notice Rey talking to the man again, only this time Han is there too. You bite your lip but don’t give it much thought, exiting hurriedly as the bell chimes behind you.
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tysm for reading :)) i hope the pacing was alright lol. if i’m being honest, i had lots of motivation for this one, but when i actually sat down to write it i ran out. typical typical lmao. as always, please feel free to leave feedback as i really appreciate it <3
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Spring
Hades!Kylo x Persephone!Reader
**author’s note: i’ve always wanted to write a hades and persephone themed work, and i’m super excited to share this one with the world :)) i thought there was no better person to represent hades other than kylo because both him and hades are simps imo lmao. i’d also like to mention that a majority of this probably isn’t cannon in regards to what all gods and goddesses get up to (ie: showering, sleeping, etc.). none the less, i really enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading it.
possible warnings: unprotected sex
2.1k; angst and smut
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hi hi :))
absolutely cannot get the image out of my head of kissing flip between bites of apple and your lips being all sticky and sweet with honey. maybe some gets in his facial hair and it’s a big thing.
excited to see what you come up with. i’m sure it’ll be brilliant !! 💖
A/N: Thank you so much for this request! It has my heart completely warm and fuzzy, I hope you enjoy this little ficlet, and happy new year!
1k, no warnings just fluff!
It’s late, the sun gone down far behind the Rocky Mountains that your home is sat nestled against. Everyone is asleep, all your friends and family gone to their own homes at the end of a long celebration. Your day was spent at synagogue, mingling with the familiar faces of your temple, the kids laughing and clapping at the blowing of the shofar.
You of course, hosted a delicious dinner complete with the most beautiful round challah anyone has ever seen -- or so, that’s what they all said. Now though, the guests have gone, and it’s just you and Flip in the big quiet house.
The two of you have collapsed down on the plush couch in the conversation pit, the fireplace crackling slowly as the flames begin to die down. September evenings got chilly in the mountains, a perfect excuse to snuggle up and simply breathe for a minute or two, the tiredness of hosting creeping into your bones.
Flip, the mensch, has your legs draped across his lap, one of his big palms smoothing up and down your calf. You crack an eye open at him and see that his face is completely and utterly relaxed, which makes you smile. He works so hard, you think. Grateful that Bridges gave him the holidays off, you hope that he’ll use the sporadic days to rest.
It’s then that your stomach growls, and you realize that oh shit, you haven’t actually really eaten anything. A product of making sure everyone else had everything they could possibly need, you had accidentally neglected your own hunger. Now though, it’s come back with a vengeance, and it growls again, so loud that it makes Flip crack a grin.
“Snack time?” He whispers, unsure if you’re awake or not. When you start to smile, he knows that you are, and he pulls you by your hips down down down the couch to wrap his arms around you properly, hugging you to his chest tightly.
After the hustle and bustle of a huge dinner, it’s so nice to just be like this, to simply take the time to unwind and breathe together. If you train your ear to the window, you might hear the gentle pitter patter of rain over the crackle of the fireplace, which only makes for a more cozy atmosphere.
“What do we even have?” You try to recall who brought which leftovers home. They fight for them all the time, your friends, knowing that they won’t find a better meal anywhere until they come over and visit again.
Flip pulls his eyebrows together in that way of his where he’s trying hard to concentrate, as if he too is imagining where the brisket and kugel and matzo ball soup and honey cake and and and all went.
“There’s some apples left over, honey too.” He says between small kisses to your cheek, his hands caressing your back as you lean against him on the couch, “I know we’ve got some challah that I set aside so you can make us special breakfast in the morning.”
That makes you chuckle, of course he would stash some of the bread. If there was one thing that Flip loved more than anything about the holidays, it was the opportunity to have challah french toast alongside a piping mug of coffee.
You always make it for him, because how could you say no to this handsome man of yours? Just like he never says no to you, even when you ask him to do absurd things like, “Carry me.”
Flip counts to three in his head and then pushes off of the couch, supporting you under your ass as he walks you through the living room and to the kitchen. Setting you down on the kitchen island, he opens the fridge and pulls out the platter of sliced apples that was stashed in there to keep cold and avoid turning brown from being left out.
There were all different kinds; gala, granny smith, fuji, macintosh -- but the best one in his opinion was always honeycrisp. Setting the platter down next to you, he pulls out the jar of honey from the pantry and unscrews the top, holding it out for you to dip a slice of your choosing in. The crunch it makes when you bite into the apple is so satisfying, as is the bright sweetness that coats your tongue.
Sighing out happily as you down slice after slice, you smile at your husband, who opens his mouth expectantly. Automatically, you pick up a honeycrisp and dip it in some honey, offering it to him. He playfully tries to bite your finger and you swat at his shoulder, the both of you chuckling.
“Hey, guess what?” Flip breaks the silence with one of his dimpled grins.
“Hm --?”
He swoops in and kisses you square on the lips before you can properly answer him, the surprise of it all having you giggle against his mouth.
Kissing one another like this makes you feel like teenagers in love, sneaking downstairs to meet when your parents have gone up to bed. It’s strange to think that you’re the parents now, that this is your house and you’re not sneaking anywhere. You could kiss him all night long, tasting the apples and honey on his lips, on the little bit that gets stuck in his mustache.
“You’re sticky.” Saying as much, your arms smooth up his broad shoulders and wind around his neck, keeping him close, “Sweet.”
“You like it.” He murmurs playfully, making you grin. “I love this dress, you look so beautiful tonight, just like always.”
“I hoped that you would, when I was out shopping with Patrice I saw it in the window and thought you’d go for it.” Filled with smug pride at having gotten it right, you shimmy your shoulders a little.
“When have you ever been wrong?” Flip pinches your nose and gives your face a little shake, and you can only laugh, now it's your turn to try and bite at his fingers.
He kisses you once more, firmly, passionately, right there with you sitting on the cool counter of the island in the middle of the night, the rain picking up outside. But inside, it’s safe and warm, the two of you enjoying the company of one another.
“Shana tova, ketsl.”
“Shana tova, Philly.”
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Spring
Hades!Kylo x Persephone!Reader
**author’s note: i’ve always wanted to write a hades and persephone themed work, and i’m super excited to share this one with the world :)) i thought there was no better person to represent hades other than kylo because both him and hades are simps imo lmao. i’d also like to mention that a majority of this probably isn’t cannon in regards to what all gods and goddesses get up to (ie: showering, sleeping, etc.). none the less, i really enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading it.
possible warnings: unprotected sex
2.1k; angst and smut
Humming resonates through each room of the palace followed by soft singing, the tune sad and mournful. The trees slowly sway back and forth as you continue singing, willing yourself to hold back the tears bubbling up. It’s the final day before spring. The bittersweet feeling has been building up the last few days, as it does twice a year. Being apart from your mother this long never gets easier; you spent each and every day with her for years, but Hades has become your home in a way that a parent couldn’t replicate.
Your dress blows against your legs as you kneel in front of your favorite flower bed. Your first months in the underworld, your husband had insisted on planting a garden for you. Of course he himself could not help as he didn’t want to destroy the beauty of your creation, but the gesture was well appreciated; him offering a space for you to call your own whilst learning to love him—a stranger—was your first glance into who he really was.
Picking the tallest of the bunch, you gather them together, pulling a ribbon from your hair to tie them into a bouquet. With a wave of your fingers, the roots hidden under the dirt begin to turn back into green sprouts peeking through the rich soil. You turn at the sound of footsteps, seeing a guard round the corner in search of something, or in this case, someone. You.
“Your Highness? The King requests your presence in the Grand Throne Room.”
Standing, you gently brush any stray grass or dirt that might have clung to the fabric of your flowing gown before collecting your flowers from the ground.
“Thank you, Vicrul. Please escort me to him.”
He does so with haste, ensuring that you are safe and well protected, as ordered by your husband. You had befriended many of the guards, usually making small talk in moments like these; today, however, you aren’t in the mood, too overwhelmed with emotion. As you trek down the long hall, you continue to hum your longing melody. Hades slowly comes into view and your eyes only glaze over more. He pats his knee as you get closer, a shy smile adorning his mouth.
“Hello, my queen.” He greets, resting a hand on your waist once you get comfortable in his lap.
“These are for you.” You place a kiss to his cheek as you hand the flowers to him.
He smiles for a moment, flowers withering even before he accepts them into his grasp. You adjust his crown so you can brush hair from his face, tracing up along his jaw to distract yourself. He turns his head, pressing a kiss to the pad of your finger. A tear, one you had willed not to fall, slowly rolls down your cheek. He frowns, cupping your cheek and wiping the tear away with a stroke of his thumb.
“Why do you cry, petal?” Lip wobbling, you lean further into his arms.
“I do not wish to leave you, Kylo.”
Your confession makes his heart ache. His name was reserved for your use alone, and this time it brought tears to his eyes, the soft sobs you release into his neck not helping aid in his attempt to hold back the floodgates. Rubbing a hand along the expanse of your back, he nuzzles his nose into your hair.
“And I wish not that you would leave me, Y/N.”
Hiccups erupt in your chest as he softly hushes you, his own tears trickling down and lightly wetting your hair. He gently lifts your head from his neck and kisses your forehead, brushing hair from the tear-stained skin. Your crying slowly subsides and you press your nose against his cheek, whispered sweet-nothings echoing in your ear. You twirl a strand of his hair between your fingers, sniffling as your breath settles back to its usual pace.
“I’d like to retire to our bedroom.”
“Alright, lovely. Shall I accompany you?”
“If you do not, I think I may tire myself with more crying.”
He chuckles at that, taking your hand in his own. He allows you to stand and you take the flowers from his other hand, breathing life back into them. As you stride past marble columns, you exchange the bouquet back and forth time and time again, each flower wilting and flourishing with each pass between the two of you.
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Pulling the remaining ribbons from your hair, you place them on your nightstand. The bouquet has been placed at the far end in a vase and you tend to them for a moment before meeting your husband in your bathroom. A bath has been drawn and soothing smells bubble out of the hot water surrounding Kylo.
You allow your dress to pool around your feet, his whiskey eyes trailing along your nudity. Settling into the warmth encompassing you, a soft sigh rises up and out of your throat. Plush lips press against your own and your hands rub over the taut skin of his chest.
Moments like these were ones you cherished the most; quiet murmurs, soothing touches. Your love was unparalleled. The kisses become more drawn out and heated as the water around your figures loses all warmth, almost as if the two of you are absorbing its energy.
Stepping out of the water with your husband’s assistance, you dry your skin before collecting your gown from off of the floor. Kylo presses a kiss to your shoulder and takes the lumped-together fabric from your hands. You apply sweet-smelling lotion, watching as he makes his way into your room with your clothing.
You comb through your hair after placing your towel elsewhere, wandering into your bedroom where several candles have already been lit. Kylo finishes smoothing your gown of any wrinkles, climbing into bed with you once he has hung it back in its proper place in the wardrobe.
His lips meet yours in a soft but passionate kiss, strong arms wrapping around you to hold you in place. Wet kisses trail along your cheek and down your neck as he gently lays you underneath him, taking his time to worship every inch of your skin. Your nipple is enveloped by his hot mouth, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. You run your hands through his hair to encourage his actions while satisfied sighs leave your parted lips.
He mimics his sucking on your other breast, kisses slowly making their way down to your stomach. His hands rub along the flesh, glancing up at you with a glint in his eyes.
“I wish to make you a mother when you return.”
Tears form once more in your waterline, hand reaching down to scratch at his scalp.
“Tonight, my love.”
He nods at that, returning his focus to the task at hand. Sliding lower on the bed, he hikes your thighs up onto his shoulders, gripping the outsides of them as he begins pressing kisses to your center. He sucks and nips at the tender flesh of your inner thigh, laving over the sensitive marks with his tongue. Your hands tighten their grip on his dark mane as he begins gently licking into you.
Him sucking your clit into his mouth causes you to release a loud moan that bounces off the walls, lewd slurping coming from between your legs. He laps at your entrance as it weeps for him, gathering up the sweet nectar as you roll your hips against his face. Your swollen button bumps against his nose and soft mewls are pulled from your throat, legs beginning to ache and tremble as he enjoys the meal you provide him with.
Your hands leave his hair to grasp your breasts, tweaking your nipples as tears begin to roll down your cheeks. He tugs at your wrist, insisting on intertwining his fingers with yours as he brings you closer to the edge of your peak. Heaving breaths and choked moans ricochet against marble as the coil in your belly unwinds, your orgasm washing over you. Oh, how you would miss this feeling in your absence. Kylo kisses your clit gingerly causing you to twitch with over sensitivity. He climbs over top of you, properly pressing his lips to yours.
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Time moves slowly for the first time all day as you stretch to accommodate your husband’s length. You adorn one another’s faces with kisses as tears wet your cheeks, hips rocking back and forth as a dull ache moves from your center up to your heart. Face buried in his neck, you cling tightly to him as you halfheartedly bounce up and down.
He lays back and you rest your hands on his firm chest to assist in keeping the agonizingly slow pace you had set. His tear-filled eyes stay on yours apart from when your head is thrown back in overwhelming pleasure. Hands knead the flesh of your hips and thighs before smoothing over your stomach, lingering there as he pictures you swollen and round with his child.
You feel nothing but beautiful as his pale skin shines with tears, the feeling of him watching you only encouraging your movements more. Your bottom lip trembles as he leans up to kiss you, the emotion you’ve put into this goodbye overwhelming you when a whisper of his name leaves your mouth. He hushes you between pecks, the light of the candles flickering and illuminating the sharp curvature of his face. He makes you feel powerful in a way only he can; in moments like this where you want to do nothing but cry and hold him, he makes it known that he only wants to do the same to you in return.
You unravel once more as you tug at his hair, sobbing into the kiss as he fills you with his warm release. He rolls you both onto your side and holds you in his arms. A calm washes over you as you come down from your highs, panting against each other’s lips between kisses. Keeping himself locked inside of you, he carefully reaches down to pull a blanket over your bodies. A whine of protest comes from you, having assumed he was trying to disconnect.
The night is filled with love making until you have exhausted yourselves, Kylo’s hand resting on your lower stomach, convinced a child is already beginning to grow in your womb. Kisses are exchanged as tears wet your lips, quiet repetitions of “I love you” filling the air before sleep overwhelms your senses.
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When Hades awakens, he smooths his hand along the mattress in order to pull your body closer to his. Sitting up, he rubs his eyes in an attempt to see you in the dark of the bedroom.
“Persephone? Y/N, petal, come back to bed.”
There is no response, only silence.
It was then that he remembers it is spring once more. A feeling he can only describe as hollowness settles into his chest as he breathes in. The sweet scent of pomegranates fills his nose, a smell that remains in any room you step foot in. He glances over at your nightstand, noticing how the flowers in your vase have shriveled in your absence.
Forcing himself out of bed, he dresses himself and stares at where your crown lay next to his. He plucks his from the shelf, placing it on his head as he wills the tightness in his throat to go away.
Wandering through the halls, his hand feels cold without yours there to warm it. There is no laughter, nor is there joy, only emptiness taunted by the aroma of you. He approaches his throne, receiving nods from several guards.
“Leave me at once.”
There are no manners that you insist he use, nor is there a hint of kindness in his baritone voice, only demands laced with anger and hurt.
He sits, watching as his guards leave him to be by himself. His jaw remains tight while the large, heavy doors close behind them. There are no flecks of gold in his eyes, nor is there any life or color in his appearance, only unsettling tones of black and white.
While the plants above flourish, below the rich soil of the earth, he feels himself diminish without you. You nurture every living thing around you, and without your caring touch, he believes he will shrivel and die as the flowers have. Without you his life has no color, no substance. Without you he wants to raise hell and cause chaos. Without you he feels hollow.
The sweet smell of pomegranates surrounds him once more, continuing to tease him in the cruelest of manners. He silently pleads for you to return as he weaves your ribbon between his fingers. But you do not.
Outside in your garden, each flower begins to droop and cease its growth. In the halls, a servant can be heard singing, the sound echoing into the Grand Throne Room. The tune is all too familiar; it is sad and mournful as it creeps around corners, mentions of spring and sorrow filling Hades’ ears as he weeps.
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tysm for reading :)) my main goal as of now is to work on the tense i write in since i have really been struggling with that lately. i plan on going back through my other published works and editing where it’s needed, so please bare with me lol. as always, please feel free to give me feedback, as i really appreciate it.
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