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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Cruel - Slight Yandere!Demon King!Jackson Wang X Reader

Slight Yandere AU & Demon AU- Based off of Cruel by Jackson Wang

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Jackson X Reader

Words: 3,421

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So I know this isn’t the update I mentioned earlier but as soon as I watched the MV and listened to this song I was hit by the inspiration and motivation freight train (which, honestly, is quite surprising for me as of late) so I really wanted to get this written and posted. I think this MV is honestly going to be one of my favourites, it’s just so amazing and the aesthetic is right up my alley oof.... anyways, I really hope you all like this one even if it’s a bit short! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

They took you. They thought they could keep him away from you, but oh, how wrong they were.

Nobody touches what’s his and gets away with it, least of all if that someone is you.

They took you away from him, and now they must pay.

The underworld can be a cruel place, not meant for the feint of heart. It takes a brave soul to be able to travers its expanses unless you are one of the Seven rulers of the land. One of which has been missing for centuries, leaving the Six remaining to divvy up the territories, and rule over those that remain.

Everyone knows the most basic rule: it is not a land for humans.

Until one was brought here against their will.

Of the Seven rulers, Five Queens and One King remained. Led by Queen Selkie, the Five Queens plotted against the King, for he should not be sharing a bed with someone else. A mortal no less. A mortal who had no idea of the demon they let into their home every night.

Thus, you were kidnapped in the middle of the night. Torn right from within his grasp, weakened by the power of Four under the Fifth, who commanded your capture upon learning of his connection to you.

If she couldn’t have him, no one can.

Selkie’s love for Jackson was strong, her desire for him twisting deep into the darkest parts of her soul. What she didn’t realize, though, was that he was the same way. Only, his darkness ran deeper; was stronger, and all because of you.

Which is exactly why they had to take you from him, to lure him right into their trap once and for all.

It was no easy feat, kidnapping you right from beneath his nose, but they did it. Too many of their underlings lost their lives keeping him busy long enough for the Queens to bring you back to the underworld. By the time Jackson had arrived, his shirt had already been torn to shreds, his skin bathed in the blood of the damned.

Phasing into the underworld in a haze of smoke, Jackson’s feet touch the ashen wasteland of his home. Fires already burn around him as he breathes in the all too familiar toxic fumes. No flame blazes as bright, or as intensely, as his eyes do. Eyes which frantically search for any sign of you.

Taking a step forward, Jackson puffs out a breath of flames, needing to expel some of the pent up energy he’s created fighting off the underlings from earlier. Besides, if he doesn’t find you soon, he may just go insane. That is, if he hasn’t already.

Luckily, it doesn’t look as if he’ll have to look very far, for one of the Four materializes before him, a dagger held in her hand.

“Where are they?” Jackson’s voice is but a growl as he locks eyes with the Queen in front of him.

Her own eyes burn gold as they meet his own, a hiss passing her lips, “soon to be dead. As they should be.”

A roar escapes him as Jackson lunges for the Queen. Extending his arm, he gravitates her body towards his, catching her by surprise as he lands the first hit. Her eyes widen as he mockingly caresses the side of her face, cupping her jaw in his hand.

The dagger falls to the ground as her lips part. The fury blazing within his eyes is like nothing that she’s ever seen before. Incurring the wrath of the One King is not something any one of them should have taken lightly, but now, faced with the full force of Jackson’s rage, his insanity, she cannot stop the tremor that runs through her body.

What have they done?

Moving quickly, the Queen slaps his arm away, bringing her other hand up to wrap around his neck. Unfortunately, she isn’t fast enough, and Jackson shoves her off of him in the next moment.

He scowls, the Three other Queens materializing out of thin air to surround him.

“You won’t get away with this,” he spits, eyes like liquid gold.

The Four Queens manage to bind him, the Three raising their daggers to strike as one whispers in his ear, “we already have.”

A flash and he’s turned the tables, flinging the Three off of him with a force strong enough to have them dropping their daggers. The Fourth, now trapped in his embrace, struggles to free herself as his hands sear their touch onto her skin.

Tracing his one hand up to her neck, the Queen can feel her essence following in its path. Her lips part, a fiery hue escaping past them as Jackson sucks the soul right out of her. The other Three can only watch on in horror as their sister gets thrown to the side, her body now an empty husk of what it once was.

A battle cry leaves the Queens’ lips as the Three lunge at Jackson.

Taking advantage of their blind rage, Jackson easily lets himself be caught by the Three. Again, he traps one in his arms, sucking the soul right out of her as the other Two claw at him from behind.

“No!” The Two shriek as they watch yet another one of their sisters fall to the ground.

Jackson smirks, grabbing onto each Queen behind him by the neck as he uses his newly gained power to obtain the both of their souls simultaneously. As the fiery wisps enter his system, his whole body glows. Golden veins light up his skin as the Two fall to the ground, lifeless and empty.

For a moment, Jackson stands there, his eyes closed as he lets this new power wash over him. Never before has he felt so alive. Well, other than when he’s with you, of course.

Calming his racing heart, his eyes flare open, gaze lit with the flames of insanity he carries within him now. Nothing will stop him from getting you back. Nothing.

Slowly, Jackson begins to advance towards the throne that sits between the two High Pillars of the underworld. A throne which he knows Selkie has wanted to share with him since the dawn of time.

He scowls, and this time, his rage escapes him in the form of another breath of flame as he raises his head to the scorched sky above. How dare Selkie take away what’s his. How dare she touch you. If she thinks this works in her favour, then she is sadly mistaken.

The only two things on Jackson’s mind now are killing her, and saving you.

Finally, he reaches the bottom of the stairs leading up to the throne. Looking upwards, Jackson inhales the smoke from his lungs. His golden eyes burn the brightest they ever have, like liquid flame, as he slowly begins the ascent to the throne.

The moment his head breaches the peak of the stairs, a gasp is escaping your lips. Never before have you see the look in Jackson’s golden eyes. The look of a crazed man, who has been betrayed, but will also stop at nothing to reclaim what has been taken from him.

With wide eyes, you assess his figure.

Black blood covers almost every inch of his bare torso, smeared along his neck and all over his hands. You swallow your suddenly dry throat as he meets your gaze, and he looks almost relieved to see that you’re still breathing.

There you sit, beaten and bloody on the ground, dirt covering your wounds. Never has he felt so close to you, yet so far away at the same time.

Selkie sits smugly on the throne before him, her legs crossed as she twirls a dagger in her hands. It’ll only take him a minute to wipe that smirk right off of her face, but he still cannot stop the relief from racing through him at seeing that you’re still alive.

His brow nearly furrows. How are you still alive? The climate of the underworld would kill any normal mortal. Unless Selkie has done something to you.

“Jackson.” His name is but a plea from your lips.

So badly does he want to speak, to tell you that he’s here, and that nothing else is going to hurt you. Except, he cannot, for Selkie beats him to it.

“See.” She hisses, a chuckle falling from her lips. “See what a demon he’s become.”

Jackson’s eyes flash briefly to glare at Selkie before softening his gaze to look at you. His heart nearly stops right then and there. You can’t be looking at him in fear, can you? No, that can’t be it. You know he would never hurt you, but who knows what lies Selkie has fed you to further her own desires.

“What have you done to them?” Jackson turns his intense gaze to the Queen before him once more.

“Me?” Selkie hums, pausing the twirling of her dagger as she looks down upon him in her throne. “Why, I simply told them the truth.” She stands. “About who you are.” She takes a single step down from her throne. “What you are.” She takes another, each phrase accented by her slow decent down the stairs of her throne. “What you become.” Another. “Your desires.” Until finally, she’s on even ground with him, standing directly beside you as you brace your hands in the dirt before you. “And how you’re only using them to get what you want.”

A silence settles over the three of you as Selkie’s words sink in. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, you speak.

“I never said I believed you.”

“Silence!” Selkie’s eyes flare gold as she backhands you across the face, your whole body crashing into the ground as dust rises at the impact.

Jackson sees red.

“Touch them again and it will be the last thing you ever do.” His voice is but a growl as his eyes flare gold, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Honestly, I don’t know what you see in a pathetic mortal,” Selkie rolls her eyes, shrugging off her jacket while cracking her neck. “You deserve a Queen. One that is both strong and cunning. Not some weakling.”

“A Queen, you say?” Jackson hums, mockingly, tilting his head slightly as he look at Selkie before him, her golden, spiked crown glinting through the hazy atmosphere. He smirks. “I already have one.”

With those words, they both lunge for each other. Selkie raises her dagger to strike, but Jackson is quick to counter, grabbing both her wrists in his own. In an instant, Selkie drops her blade, it skidding to the side as she knees Jackson in the stomach. Not even a second later, she uses her powers to flick him away.

Dragging his hand on the ground to steady himself, Jackson skids to a stop, snapping his head up to look at the slowly approaching Selkie. Taking a stand, she waves a hand in the air, making the rocks surrounding her levitate. With a flick of her wrist, she sends the stones flying at Jackson, who easily dodges them.

Landing back on his feet, Jackson is quick to look around seeing as Selkie has seemingly disappeared. You can see the furrow in his brow as she appears behind him, and you panic.

“Behind you!” You shout, just in time, too, for Jackson manages to duck beneath her next blow.

Turning around, the two come face to face once more. Selkie goes to strike him next, but Jackson parries her blow, managing to get in a hit on her ribs and sending her stumbling back.

She glares at him, and then you. Only, before she can even take another step in your direction, Jackson is stepping between the two of you. All you can see of him now is his back, but you know from the scowl that Selkie wears that she is not pleased about this turn of event.

“Your fight is with me.” He states, voice low and ominous, like the threat of an oncoming storm. “When I’m done with you, there will be nothing left.”

Selkie flexes her fingers, nails sharpening into claws. “You’ll come to regret those words.”

Again, Selkie lunges at him, swiping at his neck with her claws. Luckily, Jackson manages to dodge in time, only to get hit by the kick she sends his way right after. Stumbling forward, she uses this to her advantage, landing another blow to his side and causing him to tumble to his knees.

“Jackson!” Your voice comes out frantic as you watch Selkie hoist him up by his neck.

With her fingers digging into his skin, she uses her powers to raise them both off the ground. She smirks.

“Now, look at where that vain desire got you.” Selkie chastises mockingly, shaking her head in the process. “We could have had it all, you know? Power. Glory. Everything.” She tightens the hold she has around his neck as Jackson chokes out a gasp. “We could have been so good together, but you went and threw it all away for some human.”

Jackson can do nothing but struggle, Selkie’s powers binding him in the air as she maintains the hold she has on his neck. Slowly, she brings both of her hands up to caress the sides of his face, still keeping him bound using her powers. He grits his teeth, golden eyes ablaze as he meets her own.

“The sad part is I now have to kill you,” her eyes flit to you who Jackson can clearly see looking on in horror from over her shoulder, “and I think I’m going to enjoy it. Though, not as much as killing them.”

In an instant, his eyes widen, lips parting in protest at her words. However, before he can say anything, he can feel his soul leaving his body as she sucks the essence right out of him. Those same fiery veins that lit up his skin appear on hers, trailing down her neck as she drains the life right out of him.

Once she’s satisfied, she releases the hold she has on him. Instantly, a portal appears behind Jackson’s body, the dark clouds swirling within as Selkie flicks her wrist, sending him flying through the air. With another flick of her wrist, the portal disappears, Jackson along with it.

Carefully, her feet touch the ground and she’s turning to you once more. You, who sits there, surprisingly still, as shock courses through your body. Jackson couldn’t have been defeated so easily. It’s not possible.

Looking up at Selkie, you watch as she approaches you menacingly, a smirk clear on her features. However, what you’re not expecting, is for a dark smoke to start swirling behind her. You blink.

“Now, to dispose of you.” She snarls, teeth bared as her claws extend once more.

Just as she raises a hand to strike you down, her whole body freeze. Horror paints her face as she feels an arm snake around her torso, a separate hand wrapping around her throat.

“I thought I told you,” Jackson’s voice is low as he speaks from right beside her ear, “I’ll kill you if you touch them again.”

With a spray of blood, Jackson rips her throat out with a snarl on his face. As her ruined body falls to the ground, he absorbs the essence of her soul, the fiery substance setting his eyes ablaze once more.

Taking a deep breath while closing his eyes for a moment, he steadies his breathing. A moment later, his golden eyes are snapping open, locking onto your trembling figure.

“It’s okay,” his voice comes out much softer now, his eyes holding nothing but that fondness for you that you’ve come to know from him so well. “I’m here now. You’re safe.”

Instantly, his arms are around you, pulling you into his chest as your own wrap around his torso. Gently, he rubs circles into your back, using his powers to heal you all the while. Surprisingly, you have not shed a single tear.

“Please tell me you don’t have any more crazy exes,” you mumble, and he lets out a laugh in disbelief.

Slowly, he pulls away to look into your eyes. “I don’t know what’s more shocking. The fact that you’re taking this so well, or the fact that you thought she was my ex.”

“She wasn’t your ex?” Your brow furrows, and immediately his one hand moves to smooth the creases from your forehead.

“She did this because I wouldn’t be with her,” he replies.

This only causes your frown to deepen, “crazy bitch.”

He chuckles, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. “You don’t know the half of it.”

A small silence settles over the both of you as he continues to hold you in his arms, your head now resting on his chest. That is, until he’s breaking it once more.

“Still, you’re taking this surprisingly well.” He repeats his words from earlier.

You take a brief pause before answering, as if you’re hesitant to say your next words. “I’ve always known you were different.”

“Oh?” Jackson cannot help but be surprised. “You have, have you?”

“You’re not very good at controlling your eyes when you get emotional.” You reply, a small smirk causing the corner of your lips to tug upwards.

“I’m not?” He sounds quite appalled by this revelation.

Grabbing his face in your hands, you caress his cheeks. In an instant, you’re bringing your lips to his, wordlessly conveying how grateful you are for him, especially in this moment.

Pulling away slightly, you look into his eyes. Eyes which have once again flared gold as he continues to stare at you with that lovestruck expression on his face.

“See,” you hum, smile clear on your features. “Exactly my point.”

He doesn’t even need to look at himself to know that you’re right. After all, he can already see the glow of his eyes in the reflection of yours. An image of which that has him tightening his grip around you subconsciously.

“I thought you were going to be terrified of me,” he whispers, his gaze now downcast. “When I got here, I thought you were scared of me.”

“I could never be scared of you.” Your words set his heart racing in his chest. “If anything, I was terrified of losing you.”

“You don’t know how much those words resonate with me right now,” he says, staring deeply into your eyes. “I don’t know how I could go on without you.”

A subtle grin begins to tug at the corner of your lips, “you’re being melodramatic.”

“I’m not.” Jackson shakes his head, resting his forehead on yours as he grabs your one hand in his.

For a moment, all is silent. Even the fires burning around you seem to have gone quiet as the two of you revel in each other’s presence. Nothing could come between you now, and Jackson will always be there to make sure of it.

“Stay with me.” His words are but a whisper on the wind, but you still manage to hear them. “Rule at my side, where you are always meant to be. Never leave me, and I will never leave you. I promise you, for as long as we both shall live, nothing will ever harm you, or take you away from me again.”

You smile, giving his hand a slight squeeze with your own. “Always.”

With those words, his lips are on your once more.

Slowly, he pulls you closer, one hand finding purchase on the back of your neck while the other grips your waist. Carefully, he parts your lips with his own, breathing his essence into you.

Your whole body heats, veins of liquid fire igniting along your skin as his power washes over you. Never have you felt more alive.

Keeping your eyes closed for the moment, you feel him pull away, somewhat reluctantly. The weight of his forehead pressing against yours grounds you once more as you feel your head spin.

“I’m yours and you’re mine.” His chest rumbles with every word that he speaks.

You can only hum in response, your eyes opening to stare deeply into his own. The molten gold hue he sees igniting within your gaze is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.

He smirks. “Forever.”

#yandere jackson #yandere got7 #yandere kpop #yandere au #jackson scenario #Jackson wang scenario #yandere jackson wang #got7 scenario #kpop scenario #kpop au #demon au

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villa-kulla · 2 years

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SHOOT YOUR SHOT ENDED AND NOW I CAN DIE HAPPY!!! No, but fr, Shoot Your Shot was INCREDIBLE! I loved reading it every step of the way, waiting ‘till the perfect moment to get cozy and read the newest chapter, and even discussing it (more like going crazy ahhdghd) with people! Thank you so, so, so so much for writing it!!

(is there a chance you’ll write something else for the pair? it’s fine if not ofc shoot you shot is good enough to reread for years to come :))

Aaaah sorry for the late reply to this lovely message, but thank you so so much!! I LOVE hearing that you wait until you can get cozy with a new chapter, that's just so delightful to hear! 😭😍

And oh man, I never imagined I'd write anything for that pair to begin with (did anyone even think of them as a 'pair' before 6x07/6x08 though?), but now their post-Shoot Your Shot (mis)adventures CONSUME ME. I kept things kind of open-ended just in case I ever did want to do a sequel because the possibilities are ENDLESS. They'd have to meet the cartel because that's just irresistible to me, but do they slot right in with them? Lalo's not in their good graces at the moment and can't really swan around as a faultless prince anymore, so that would add some fun tension. They'd have to build that relationship back up. Or does Lalo go back to being a teniente somewhere else in Mexico, with Howard as his right-hand man, and they have all these drug underworld adventures separate to cartel politics? OR, even spicier, but possibly less likely, do they form their own mini-empire and become rivals of the cartel, Lalo starting to occupy an almost Gus-like role to the cartel where they're like 'what's this guy going to do next?' And does Lalo maybe start to feel some sympathy for Gus and what happened to Max, now that he has Howard to look out for? And what about newly-minted 'amigo del cartel' Howard himself? He's "riding the whirlwind" at the moment and caught up in Lalo and escape and a fresh start, but what happens when it dies down, how does he handle it? How does he feel the first time he sees Lalo kill someone? Or what about the first time Howard kills someone?:O Maybe he adopts this slick new cartel lawyer persona and is having fun with it, but is trying not to think about how in some ways it's just like being back at HHM and putting on a facade all the time. Howard wouldn't be without moral struggles in a sequel, but mostly - and to his constant alarm - I see him happy. In some ways I see Howard going down a Walter White-esque corruption route, at least in terms of constantly justifying his actions, but then finally telling Lalo "I did it for you. But I liked it. I was good at it. I was really alive." Cry emoji. Howard's just going to be the living emobodiment of that Black Sails quote: "In the dark, there is discovery, there is possibility, there is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it." And whatever happens to them in the end, whatever many conflicts they have either with the cartel or with each other, they're still going to face it readily, violently, sexily, just the two of them, in love AND in fabulous outfits, against the world. Title.....Hot Shots🔥🔥

Anyways. I have a thousand and one ideas for them lmao, but I start work again soon so I will have zero time to write this, at least not for a good while. But here are some Thoughts from me to you just to keep our collective imaginations going:P

Thanks so much again, and thanks for reading it!!

#anon #laloward #look i love them okay

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petroltogo · 2 years

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If you're still doing the prompts vs slumps, I'll throw my hat in for more Compass fic, if you like? I'd love to see what's happening as the Acrobaleno adjust to post-apocalyptic life, and bond even more as a team?? Or, will Skull ever start improving/stabilizing in their world/reality in measurable ways? Or, what even does their group look like as they knit tighter without a traditional sky??? No pressure, I'm only curious for anything you're willing to share!

Much later than anticipated but I love the compass 'verse, so here I (finally) am with some answers to what happens next (the immediate next not the long-term next):

After the world breaks apart and keeps turning anyway, after the endless rain finally stops and the sky clears for the first time in two months, Skull leaves without looking back.

It's hard to make sense of for him, never mind try and explain it to others, but Skull is so unbelievably sick of being trapped on top of this mountain. Even his colors can only do so much to ease the growing itch under his skin, the same itch that told him to run all those months ago, back before a human shaped wound bleeding indigo popped into his life. And Skull likes his colors, likes to think that they like him in turn just a bit but he can't stay. Doesn't want to stay.

(Skull is a cloud, whatever the fuck that means, and none of the Arcobaleno are stupid enough to stand in his way.)

So he leaves at the first chance he has, the very day the road down the mountain is finally declared passable again. He has to leave his bike behind because there's a mudslide half-way down the street but that doesn't stop Skull. He needs to go and that this point it doesn't matter how fast he's moving to do so.

The others stay behind and part of Skull is glad for it.

[Part of Skull rubs his skin where their color has sunken into his body until long after the marks have faded away.]

It could end here. If the Arcobaleno were better people - less possessive of what they consider their own, less determined to hold on to someone who might yet be able to build a life away from the underworld - maybe it would have been. But none of the Arcobaleno claim to be decent, never mind good and Skull cannot be trusted to be left to his own devices.

Whether he knows, remembers it or not, he is their Cloud. Skull can be forgiven to forget, but the rest of the world? Not so much.

And well. The world is recovering and rebuilding from an unexpected and inexplicable upheaval. But after the immediate aftermath of the disasters has passed, not as much chances as one would think.

Not at first and certainly not within the mafia.

But the mafia isn't ready for a group of Arcobaleno who are not weakened and weighed down by their curse, who have forged bonds of loyalty but do not form a traditional Harmony, are loyal to each other (to a degree) but don't answer to a Sky.

No. The mafia isn't ready at all.

[They just don't realize that until the first Family tries to ensnarle Skull.]

I could go on but I think I'm gonna stop here. As you see I have a lot of ideas about this verse - it's more that I'm not sure if I'm gonna get around to write it all out any time soon. But if you have further questions or want answers to anything I forgot, let me know!

I'm always happy to chat about one of my AUs :)

#ReRe writes #compass 'verse #this compass never pointed north #katekyou hitman reborn #arcobaleno #skull #skull & arcobaleno #found family #headcanon #alternate universe #major canon divergence

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arc-angel-o · 2 years

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I thought I had let go of my gripes with the Hades arc but then a fic mentioned it

It dragged on for way too long. Especially since even after they all escaped the Underworld, Hades came with them and kept stirring shit.

I didn't hate Hades, not on rewatch, he had potential, but he just overstayed his welcome, I got so done with him. Similar to how i was feeling about Rumple.

I don't hate Hook either. But I only have so much love for him. Not enough to literally go to hell and back for him. So the fact that the whole reason we all went to the Underworld was to save him, it did not feel worth it.

And they kept dangling this idea that they'd fail in my face, like someone would be like "well if we escape this way someone would have to stay behind" and hook would say "I'll stay since i was supposed to die anyway". Or like using Orpheus and Eurydice as proof you can't take someone out of the Underworld who's supposed to be there.

I think that ending, of everyone leaving the Underworld except Hook could've really interesting. You can still have them talking to other dead characters and helping them move on so it wouldn't all be for nothing. In a series where good always wins, that could be really subversive. The theme of hope could be explored in a different way, where we get into grief, and how to move on.

I think the writers sort of tried to do this with Robin instead, with mixed results. In my ideal OUAT meta turned fanfiction, Robin wouldn't have died, at least not here, because Hades would still be in the Underworld minding his own business, because like I said, his involvement dragged on too long for me.

I mean you could kill off both, i just think it'd be a little excessive. And you risk one death overshadowing another, which if you're going to have two main love interests die really tragic and final deaths around the same time, I'd want them to be given equal weight. And I don't trust the OUAT writers to have been able to do that. I don't think they'd want to kill both off, which is fine by me. Truly the best scenario would be this season never happening in the first place.

#ouat meta #once upon a time meta #ouat #once upon a time #ouat hades #killian jones #ouat robin #ouat hook

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makeroftherunes · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday: The Elysium

For @adhdavinci and @eriquin , here are some excellent underworld softies for you. BIG WARNING for allusions to physical abuse - I always intended Mel to be escaping a bad situation at home, but writing it was hard. It is allusions, no graphic descriptions, but I still want you all to take care.

I am really liking this story so far! Hades and Persephone are my favorite characters in just about any media. Victorian mythologists did them so dirty - I love the idea of Persephone just strolling into the underworld one day and saying, huh, yeah I live here. Anyway, enjoy!

He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived. The flash faded, the noise of the club outside came rushing back against the walls. Mel was still holding their hand, eyes still wide.

I knelt down in front of their chair. “Here.” I handed them their water cup. “You need to drink. You’ve just been through a large shock and you’re hurt. Water, and then we’ll see about a change of clothes and some food, okay?”

They held my gaze for a moment, and then they nodded slowly. They took the cup from me and sipped a little.

“Good. We’ll see about getting the first aid kit and maybe a hea…doctor for you. No hospital, okay? But a doctor I trust.”

They nodded again.

Persie drew up a chair next to them. “Mel, sweetheart, we need to ask you if there’s anyone to call, anyone who can come get you. A family member, a friend…”

Mel looked between us for a moment. They seemed to be caught in a loop, a world away from the kid Greg brought in. I saw their lip tremble just in time to guide their water to the table before they began to cry.

At once, their face went bright red, and they roughly wiped at their face as though angry at their tears. They cried in short, quiet sniffs, as though they couldn’t be loud. Persie patted their head, murmuring shhh, shhhhh, and I summoned the box of tissues off the counter. They took one and scrubbed at their eyes.

“Sorry. I’m really sorry, um, Lady Persephone, Mr Hades, I’m sorry,” They stammered. “No I…I don’t have anyone. No…family. My friends are all far…away. I can’t go…home. He…I can’t..go home.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Persephone whispered, pulling Mel’s head into her shoulder. It was a gesture of comfort, but I knew it was also to hide the fires of hellish rage in her eyes from them. She glanced at me as Mel kept crying, and I knew she saw the same in mine. “Okay. We hear you. We won’t call home, and I’m going to go get you a blanket, okay?”

They started to take some deep breaths, and nodded. As Persie got up, I took her seat. Mel seemed suprised when I held an arm out for them to rest on me, but when Persie smiled at them, they leaned on my shoulder. “I got you, kid,” I said, “I got you.” Staying still, allowing them space to process what very well could be the most harrowing night of their life, was the most difficult thing I had done in months.

I am not a God inclined to violence, vengeance, or impulse. I don’t need to be - my kingdom is inevitable, and all meet their judgment in my court anyway. But there are some actions by mortals, and by gods, that fire my anger so hot it burns me to be released. I wanted drag this child’s tormentor to the gates of the lowest pit of Tartarus and show them the future they earned.

But I am not a god of violence. And the only thing I wanted to do more in this moment, was make sure this kid was safe enough to cry as much as they needed. I would ask them to them stay in our home, let them know that we can earn their trust if they will allow us to try, and damn me, guide them on this fucking quest, even if it meant great danger. They needed to know that someone would do that, for them. And when Persephone returned with one of her hoard of blankets to wrap around them, I knew as we sat there in our break room that she felt the same.

#writing #badger scribbles #wip wednesday game #wip wednesday #writeblr #writing games #the elysium #cw: abuse #cw: family trauma

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sungie · 3 years

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hiii hehe yuuta + 16 !!!

16. yuuta + kissing knuckles

listen to this!!

a/n: i have no idea what color yuuta’s eyes are and someone here said he wears contacts depending on his mood so yes !! we are going with that <3 mans has an existential crisis and says, ‘new look, new me’ and puts on colored contacts like me dyeing my hair

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“Would you look back?”

At your very words, Yuuta turns. From the glass-ceiling skylight, sun falls like gossamer to kindle a softness within dark irises, and it jolts the breath from your lungs. If you stood further away, you wouldn’t catch it. But standing here, close-enough to link your pinkie with his, the sun dances just below his lash-line to illuminate a subtle depth of golden amber.

Yuuta tilts his head to the side. He takes a while to answer, and it surprises you to see the serious contemplation written all across his face. “I’m not sure,” is what he decides on. “At least, not yet. Tell me more?”

The oil portrait of Orpheus and Eurydice mounted on the wall glows in the dim-light. Paint preserves a separation of lovers just as red string of fate snips to fall onto pairs of helpless palms.

“Hades lets Orpheus escape the Underworld with Eurydice,” you murmur, “but only if she follows him of her own will, and he never looks back.”

“So, it’s a matter of trust?”

The portrait before you looms even greater. Shadow overlaps the angle of Orpheus’ head as he embraces Eurydice for the final time, but the expression brush-stroked across his face reads of regret, and longing, and of something more human, too: relief at seeing her there.

“Partially. But it’s a little more complicated than that. Because Orpheus missed her so desperately and never heard her footsteps.”

Yuuta gazes at the portrait for a moment. “Can I have a hint?”

“It can tie into that existentialism debate over immortality versus mortality.”

A quiet ‘oh’ falls from Yuuta’s lips. His eyes flicker from you, to the portrait, and then back to you again. “I heard you can only enter the Underworld once.” At your nod, he continues, softly. “So it’s about what makes you human, isn’t it? Then Orpheus … Orpheus right? He never had a chance in the first place.”

A smile grows on your face. “What do you mean?”

“He has no way of knowing if Hades tricked him. So there’s doubt there, already. And back to that whole trust part, it’s not about whether he trusts Eurydice or not. He does. It’s whether he believes Hades. And if he misses her so much, and he’s about to leave the Underworld, then what happens if he leaves, and she’s not there?”

He runs a hand through his hair. “It’s sort of like, when you’re walking with a friend, and they suddenly stop to tie their shoes. You know they’re there, but you need to check before you cross the street because you care about them. And that’s something automatic.”

“So he turns to prove he loves her?”

“Or maybe, he turns because he loves her. Hades knows that, I think. Knows that love and longing mess with logic. So while an immortal who has all the time in the world could follow through, a mortal would risk it because of the unknown.”

“I think you could pass my class for me,” you laugh. “Write my paper for me?”

“Absolutely not.” Yuuta nudges your side in amusement and smirks, “but maybe if you’re nice to me.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean—”

Yuuta opens his mouth to say something, but you clamp your hands over his lips. “Never mind, I don’t want to know,” you scowl. “Anyway, onto the next one.”

You tug him through the art gallery in search of the other portraits required for your analysis, and Yuuta follows you with curiosity.

“I thought you would get bored. I’m surprised you lasted this long.”

“I am bored,” Yuuta admits, and he shrugs bashfully. “But I like spending time with you.”

You lightly smack him in the arm. “Uh huh. I’m not buying you that tomato soup ceramic pencil holder we saw in the gift shop.”

Yuuta frowns and acts as if he’s been wounded. “Why not?”

“Because.”

“Please,” he whines, “I’m so bored.”

“I thought you liked spending time with me,” you tease. “So two-faced.”

Yuuta hugs you from behind and rests his head on your shoulder. “I’m just kidding.”

“Liar.”

Yuuta doesn’t try to refute it and laughs. He releases you from his hold, only to reach for your hand and press his lips against your knuckles. His kisses are light, and they sprinkle across the back of your hand and feel like sun-imitation butterflies fluttering their wings against your skin. It matches the lightness rising your heart up and up.

“Okay,” he says, and he can’t contain the smile tugging at his mouth, “one more portrait? And then we leave.”

You press your lips together to try and stop the stupid grin threatening to express exactly how flustered you feel. But you squeeze his hand back. “Okay. One more.”

Yuuta laughs. He doesn’t mention that you’ve both had this very conversation about three portraits ago, and that he’s been content with watching you talk about the art you adore, and the stories you think are so interesting, and you don’t mention that you’ve never felt so comfortable sharing something you love with another person, and maybe if neither of you mention it, then the moment might last forever. Then just maybe, these feelings will last forever.

+ AHH amy i saw this prompt list and went i hope someone requests this for yuuta and then you sent that in and i was SO HAPPY <333

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our-happygirl500-fan · 3 years

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You know the whole Baterang to the throat thing that causes a lot of discussion in the fandom? I think Bruce might not have been aiming for the throat

It ricochets

This point in comics Bruce has been through a ringer Steph's died, Barbara and Jim have left, Leslie betrayed him and he's had to send Cass and Tim away and now Jason is back but for revenge so Bruce isn’t at his best and I think Bruce threw the Baterang in a moment of panic and either over or undershot which ended up with well that.

This moment causes a lot of debate but I don't see it as “Bruce harming Jason to save the joker” the way a lot of fics paint it I see it more as he'd been aiming for Jason's arm or something to disarm him but overshot and it’s kind of like a symbolism of their relationship.

Which is basically Bruce takes an action to stop Jason from going down a path that he thinks will end up hurting Jason, but ends up hurting Jason in the long-run.

Like when he discussed taking away robin from Jason (because he thought Jason needed time to deal with issues that were becoming more prevalent) which only ended up making Jason feel insecure about his position in the Wayne household, contributing to why he so desperately pursued a stable parental relationship in his biological mother.

Bruce knows that if he gives in and kills the Joker he'll never stop killing we've seen timelines that prove that and I think Bruce also thinks the same of Jason that if Jason kills the Joker he won't stop at all so it’s not that he’s saving the Joker but that he’s trying to save Jason but Bruce ultimately misunderstands Jason’s needs and winds up hurting him.

Bruce is trying to save Jason from what he sees as a downwards spiral, but he ends up hurting him not just emotionally, but physically, and in the most extreme way possible. It's like an even darker echo of how trying to bench him as Robin led to his death.

Bruce has spent YEARS haunted by the memory of Jason’s death his death fundamentally changed Bruce's entire character Alfred said that Jason's death affected Bruce more than his own parents death.

In Underworld Unleashed it's revealed that his greatest desire is to have Jason back, in Hush he talks about how he wanted to put Jason in the Lazarus Pit and how he believes Jason knew he always loved him, and in As The Crow Flies we learn that his greatest fear is Jason coming back as an enemy and then in Under the Red Hood he gets Jason back (his greatest desire) but as an antagonist (his greatest fear) and moreover his belief that Jason 'knew' he loved him is WRONG.

Jason's insecurities from before his death combined with the perceived betrayal of Bruce not avenging him have led Jason to the point where he genuinely believes Bruce doesn't care, and in Jason's eyes, killing the joker is the only way Bruce can prove that he does but instead, in that moment, Bruce's attempt to diffuse the situation backfires.

Bruce misunderstands what Jason needs in that moment like he misunderstood what Jason needed at the start of Death in the Family it's just the ultimate representation of their constant emotional feedback loop. They trap themselves in a cycle of fighting because Jason can't read how Bruce really feels and Bruce can't read what Jason really needs and in that moment both those things are true, with Jason not seeing that Bruce truly cares anymore, and Bruce not knowing how to properly deescalate the situation and show Jason that he still cares.

It's extremely easy to read the batatrang throw as purposeful even though I wholly believe it was accidental but if that moment was explored more, I'm positive that Jason would believe it wasn't an accident, and would view it as proof of his already held view that Bruce doesn't love him anymore after all, that could have killed him, symbolically disowning him in the most extreme way possible.

Heck in Jason's appearance in Green Arrow (2001) Bruce had thought Jason might have died again! Before Jason turned up to mess with Mia.

The thing that's tragic about Jason that actually leads to a lot of his own suffering is that Jason doesn't really know what a healthy relationship looks like so I'm not sure when his actual 'last straw' would be.

Jason is the kind of person who sees love and acceptance as entirely circumstantial. He believes he must /earn/ love and acceptance, i.e. by being Robin, rather than it being inherently given.

A huge piece of understanding Robin Jason is understanding how much he lacked proper support systems back then. School was his only connection to his kids his age, and he didn't benefit much from that connection, his life was essentially: manor, school, Robin, repeat.

Jason loved school, but his school life was also pretty depressing. Jason kept to himself, he didn't have the time to participate in extracurriculars even when he wanted to and his peers didn't view him very positively. Jason was also really isolated from the rest of the hero community, there was his stint with the Titans, but it was pretty brief. He was also penpals with Kid Devil, but for the most part, he just had Batman.

The lack of support is actually one of the reasons I give for Jason and Steph dying in universe since they were the two Robins without support systems outside of Gotham. When Bruce was a jerk Dick and Tim could be like 'fine I'm going to go hang out with the Teen Titans or Young Justice' but Jason and Steph could only be like 'oh no' plus Bruce would deliberately try to take away Steph's support systems that she did have multiple times like when he ordered Cass to stop training with Steph.

But that's besides the point, I wouldn't be surprised if Jason confused being Robin with being accepted in the manor so when Bruce threatened to take away Robin from him, he might've seen it as his only proper support system being taken away from him, his world felt rocked back into instability once again.

When you look at it like that, it's very easy to understand why Jason sought out his biological mother. He had a hope that Sheila would offer him that stability once more, and that he'd get support and trust and unconditional love.

And that’s what make it all the more heartbreaking to me he came to this woman seeking love and gave her his greatest secret and she repaid him with a horrific death. Jason’s death is one of the saddest to me because there’s no high stakes 'he died saving the world stuff' he’s just a kid who wanted a mom and got killed for it.

DC’s habit of taking away who he was is so detrimental to his backstory as the Red Hood because the transformation from someone who tried being kind and who did give it their all being killed for it and coming back like ‘no more’ is so much more interesting than ‘we always knew this would happen’.

Robin disobeying orders is nothing new. If that was the core of why Jason died, then any Robin disobeying orders should never be put in a positive light, but often it is. Jason (and Steph) were just the ones unlucky enough to emerge dead and judged for it instead of alive and praised for it.

Jason died because he was a child who just wanted to be safe and loved.

So many times Robin disobeying orders saved lives it’s nothing new and Jason had a pretty solid reason, the story of Jason Todd should be portrayed as the tragedy not make him some warning sign.

This is why I always hated the victim blaming after Jason & Steph's deaths because they died doing what if it had been Tim or Dick a Robin would be praised for, like take Steph for example we've seen constant stories of Bruce firing Robin, them going off on their own & Bruce realising he's wrong & taking them back but when Steph goes off on her own she dies the only reason Jason & Steph died is that the writers forced them to fail where they would have allowed the others to succeed.

But anyway back to my point the thing about Jason feeling like he had to earn love is why he was initially so hung up on the idea of Bruce 'replacing' him when he came back to life, he viewed Tim being robin as Bruce /transferring/ his love for Jason to another person, rather than seeing that Bruce could love Tim while still loving and missing him.

The reason Jason sought out his mother after Bruce benched him as Robin was that he viewed Bruce benching him as Bruce rejecting him and latched onto the idea of finding someone, i.e. a birth mother, who is supposed to give /unconditional love/.

The fact that his birth mother REJECTED HIM and then played a hand in his murder undoubtedly affected his attitude when he came back, if even his mother didn't want him, and then Bruce let the joker live and replaced him, then, in Jason's eyes, OF COURSE Bruce doesn't care and as mentioned previously Jason didn't really have any friends in school or the hero community, believing that the only real close personal connection in your live, someone you spent all your time with, had forgotten about you and rejected you is bound to mess a person up.

#DC comics #jason todd #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #dc

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baepsaesbae · 3 years

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Taming Temerity

Pairing— Min Yoongi x reader

Genre— SMUT +18, incubus!Yoongi, demon au, Valentine’s Day au

Warnings— Dom!Yoongi, brat!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, hickies, shibari, tickling huehuehue, swearing, explicit unprotected sex (use protection when fucking a demon), ass slapping, creampie

Word Count— 4.3k

/təˈmerədē/: excessive confidence or boldness; audacity || You try explaining Valentine’s Day to Min Yoongi, your incubus boyfriend that feeds on your sexual energy. At first he doesn’t understand the point, but if it’ll make you horny then he’s willing to do anything.

A/N— This fic is part of the Valentine’s Day collab Be My Bangtanvine with @kimtaehyunq @ppersonna @ughseoks @jinned @joontopia and @feliix. Make sure to check out their stories too!

“I never understood this holiday. You know it’s just a corporate scam for suckers like you, right?” Yoongi expressed his disdain as his gaze fell on the extravagant Valentine’s Day section in the grocery store.

“So you’ve mentioned, Mr. Party Pooper,” you rolled your eyes, “Some people just like getting chocolates and flowers from their partners. I don’t see any problem with that.”

“Do you want chocolates and flowers? I can get them for you any time, just say the word,” Yoongi offered.

“That’s the point, it should be a little surprise. I wouldn’t have to ask you to do anything,” you tried to explain.

“At that point you’re already expecting something, doesn’t that just defeat the purpose?” your companion was genuinely confused.

“You know what? I don’t expect a demon like you to get it,” you were getting frustrated.

“No need to throw the ‘D’ word around like that. I’m an incubus sure, but we specialize in lust, not love. However, I’m always down to try new things. You of all people should know that,” he ended suggestively.

You started to think about how your relationship started with Yoongi. Your body went on autopilot mode on the drive back home as flashbacks flooded your mind.

It all started about six months ago when you randomly started to have sleep paralysis consistently. You’d foolishly open your eyes and see a dark figure in the corner of your room that gradually came closer before settling on top of you. The extra weight on your chest made it hard to breathe. Once it got to that point, your eyelids would close and you’d be whisked away to a sensual dream. You’d wake up refreshed and energized, completely forgetting about the terrifying events that led up to your wet dream.

One night, you miraculously were able to break the cycle. As soon as the dark figure approached the bed, you threw a pillow at it. At that point, you weren’t sure if you were in a dream or not, but you dashed to turn on your bedroom lights. The light revealed a man standing frozen in place by your bed. You remember screaming for help and shouting things about a pervert stalker.

“Help! Somebody help there’s an intruder! Someone please--” suddenly your mouth refused to open.

“Well this is awkward,” the man rubbed the back of his neck, “Let’s get a few things out of the way first. I’m not a pervert or a stalker. In fact, I’m not even human, I’m an incubus. A new one at that.”

Your eyes widened in horror at the mention of a demonic entity. You backed up into a wall trying to get away from him while muffled screams desperately tried to escape from your sealed lips.

“I’m sure you have a few questions. Normally I would just put you to sleep but you’re wide awake now and honestly I don’t have the kind of mana to deal with all that. So we’ve found ourselves in quite the predicament,” the demon sighed as he sat on your bed. With a wave of his hand, your mouth was finally able to open again.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re a demon? This must be a dream right?” you were bewildered.

“Come sit by me, I can show you that I’m real,” the demon patted the bed.

“Trusting a self proclaimed demon is probably a bad idea but this is just a weird dream anyway,” you reasoned out loud as you sat beside the intruder.

The man raised one of his hands to cup your cheek; you shuddered at his cold touch. Something changed when you looked into his eyes. Suddenly, you felt like kissing this total stranger. In fact, you felt a lust that you’ve never felt before. Before you knew it, you were straddling the man, rubbing your crotch against his as you passionately made out.

“Lay back and take off your pants, dear,” he commanded. You did as he said without hesitation.

The man licked his lips as he spread open your legs. He slowly dragged a finger along your covered slit. Pulling your panties aside, he dove in tongue first, causing you to shudder at the warm and wet sensation. His tongue flicked around between your folds as his thumb began to circle your clit. Pleasure coursed throughout your body as your hands entangled themselves in his hair. You felt two hard protruding bumps atop his head...horns?

“Reaching for my horns already? Naughty girl,” the man smirked as he inserted a finger into your wet pussy. You squirmed at his action. It wasn’t enough, you needed more.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” he asked with fake innocence as he slowly finger fucked you, “Is one not enough? Do you need more?” You silently nodded in response.

“Nuh uh, I need to hear you say it,” he teased.

“Please, I need more,” you begged as you helplessly tried to grind against his one finger.

“Hm one finger isn’t enough huh? How about two?” he added in his middle finger as you moaned, “Or do you want three?”

His ring finger slid in with ease. Finally, you felt full; lewd sounds escaped from your lips. Your back arched as he picked up his pace, curling his fingers into you with every pump. Something tight wound up in you, indicating that you were close to your high.

“Keep going. Faster,” you panted as your legs began to shake.

“Your wish is my command,” he obliged. You cried out as your orgasm hit you. Waves of euphoria rippled across your body as he slammed his fingers into you a final time, leaving his fingers pressed up against your g-spot to prolong the event.

You focused on catching your breath while the alleged demon smiled down at you. It wasn’t a creepy smile, it was one of triumph. His fingers were still inside of you.

“You can pull them out now,” you said weakly.

“I tried. Your tight little pussy is clamped onto them. See?” he showed you how your lips stayed gripped onto his fingers, “If I can’t pull them out, I might as well go back in.”

He pushed his fingers back in, making you gasp. You were still extremely sensitive, any movement of his would push you over the edge yet again.

“If you do that-- fuck-- I’ll come again,” you warned him.

“Let’s see how many you can handle,” the man challenged as he picked up his speed yet again.

You came three times that night. All just to his hand and occasionally his mouth. The demon looked satisfied with his work as you laid blissed out before him. He slunk down beside you, laying on his side with his head propped up on his arm.

“These got bigger,” you observed as you reached for his horns. The tiny black stumps had grown longer and had a more defined horn shape. They felt cool to the touch and were ridged, similar to those of a ram.

“They’re not the only things that got bigger,” he winked, “This is where my mana is stored. Essentially I get stronger when I consume energy.”

“Consume energy? Are you going to eat me?” you questioned with intrigue. You still believed you were in a strange dream.

“Already did. I told you, I’m an incubus. We feed off of sexual energy. I rather enjoyed the meal. It’s too bad this will be the last time I can see you though,” he pouted.

“What? Why can’t you visit me in my dreams like you normally do?” you could get used to having dreams like this.

“Because you know that I exist. After tonight, you’ll forget all about me and I’ll get reassigned to a different human,” he answered nonchalantly.

“Does that mean I’ll get another incubus demon?”

“Not exactly. There are many different kinds of beings that dwell in the underworld. You could get any one of them. Most of them aren’t as fun or as handsome as me though,” he tried to lighten the conversation.

“I don’t want to forget you, nor do I want this dream to end,” you admitted.

“Silly girl, you still think this is a dream? There actually might be a way to have me stay with you. All you have to do is make a contract with me. Interested?” the demon offered.

“A contract? Am I gonna be selling my soul to you or something? I would prefer to keep that if possible,” you tried to joke.

“I’m not that kind of demon. The contract would simply bind us together. You let me consume all of your sexual energy and I give you the best orgasms you’ll ever have. Seems like a fair deal to me,” he explained.

“So I’ll basically have a demon boyfriend? I don’t mind that, sign me up,” you nodded. You were groggy at this point and your eyelids were getting heavy.

“Boyfriend? I suppose you could put it that way. Let’s seal this deal with a kiss,” he suggested. He leaned in to your already puckered up lips. He paused mere centimeters from your face, “I’m Yoongi by the way. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier.”

You pulled him in for a soft kiss, “Hey Yoongi, I’m ___. I guess I’m your girlfriend now.”

“Whatcha thinking about?” Yoongi interrupted your thoughts.

“About the night we met,” you answered as you pulled into your driveway.

“That was a good night. You were so cute when you called yourself my girlfriend,” he smiled.

“Shut up, I thought it was all a dream,” you said defensively as you unloaded the groceries.

“I was thinking about Valentine’s Day as you were driving in silence. I wanna give it a try. I don’t get the hype, but if it will make you happy then I’m willing to go along with it,” Yoongi stated.

“Really?” your mouth opened with excitement, “Do I need to plan the date or are you taking the reins on this one?”

“I’ll start doing my research now,” Yoongi gave you a thumbs up.

“Rise and shine gorgeous~” Yoongi sing songed as he opened the blinds.

You retreated back under the covers to shield yourself from the light. Yoongi tugged at the edge, making you even more aggravated. Curling up into a ball in the fetal position was your last line of defense. Once Yoongi flung off the blanket, you were done for.

“To start off your very best Valentine’s Day ever, I present you a bouquet,” Yoongi shoved a bundle of red roses in your face, causing you to sneeze. A few petals violently detached and fluttered helplessly onto the bed.

“Thanks Yoongi, the flowers are pretty,” you managed to say with a stuffy nose, “I wish I could adore them more but flowers always trigger my allergies.”

“Hm, every romance film I watched always showed the girl loving roses,” Yoongi pondered, “Not to worry, my algorithm is flawless.”

“Are you a robot now?” you joked. The sweet smell of syrup and waffles caught your attention. Yoongi noticed this and excitedly yanked you out of bed. Normally you would bicker about the manhandling but you decided to let today be an exception.

The living room was filled with pink and white heart shaped balloons. Yoongi dragged you to the breakfast table, where the usual placemats were replaced with red hearts and small metallic heart shaped confetti were sprinkled all across the surface. To top it off, the belgian waffles were heart shaped, outlined with whipped cream and topped with strawberries. The presentation rivaled that of an actual restaurant.

Yoongi watched expectantly as you took the first bite. Your mouth turned into a smile as you tasted the fluffy waffle. The toppings complemented the dish perfectly, and you were hungry for more.

“I made eggs and bacon too, though it was hard to get the eggs into a heart shape,” Yoongi sighed as he showed you his attempt to get heart sunny side eggs. The shape was wonky but it was impressive that the yolks were still well intact.

“I don’t care what they look like, I’m sure they’ll taste great. Thank you, Yoongi, this is incredible,” you showered him with compliments as you continued to eat. Yoongi smiled with satisfaction as he took a sip of coffee, his favorite choice of sustenance from the human realm.

“Enjoying your Valentine’s Day so far?” he asked from across the table.

“I’ve only been awake for about 5 minutes but it’s been pretty good so far,” you nodded.

“Well whenever you’re ready, go get ready for a day out,” Yoongi winked, “Dress however you want, it’ll be casual.”

You couldn’t help but wonder about what Yoongi had planned for the day. It was still a little chilly, so you put on a cute sweater paired with jeans. You accessorized with a beret and your favorite jewelry pieces. Yoongi waited for you in the living room, and his eyes lit up when he saw you. It wasn’t the usual dark lustful look he normally gave you, but rather one of fondness and genuine adoration.

“Where are we off to now?” you asked in the passenger seat, which was a rare sight. Yoongi didn’t like to drive, he always complained about how it would be easier to just teleport. You always had to remind him that humans do not simply ‘teleport’ places and you’d surely turn a lot of heads if you did. Regardless, you enjoyed watching Yoongi drive. You admired his delicate features as he concentrated on the road.

“Can’t tell you, that you ruin the surprise,” Yoongi chided.

Your eyes widened as he pulled into the parking lot of the local aquarium. It had been years since you last visited, and you were thrilled that Yoongi picked this place as a date spot.

“The aquarium! Ah, I’m so excited! But they aren’t inherently romantic, what made you think of coming here?” you questioned.

“I remember you mentioned wanting to come back here someday. I figured today would be a good time,” he shrugged. Yoongi’s thoughtfulness made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Once inside, you took the liberty of pointing out every fish you thought looked pretty to Yoongi. He was amused by how much you enjoyed something as simple as looking at fish. Colorful fish chased each other around their tanks, darting between corals and other underwater plants. You loved watching them go about their lives as they vibed within the aquarium.

“It would be nice to be a fish,” you said to Yoongi as you stared in awe at jellyfish that were nearly transparent as they carelessly floated around.

“A fish? Why?” Yoongi scoffed.

“They seem happy, and free in a way. All they do is swim around and eat, that sounds like a good time to me,” you explained.

“And worry about getting eaten by a bigger fish. I’d rather be a cat if I had to be any animal,” Yoongi countered.

“Okay, that’s probably a better choice,” you laughed as you imagined Yoongi as a cat. It fit him surprisingly well.

After leaving the aquarium, Yoongi suggested walking to a nearby gelato shop. You were never one to turn down dessert, so you agreed. The air was crisp and the cold made your cheeks go slightly numb, but you didn’t mind. You happily swung Yoongi’s hand back and forth in yours, you couldn’t remember the last time you’ve been on a date that went this well.

“___?” a voice called out to you. You looked around to see who called you. Out of nowhere, someone ran up and hugged you from behind. You let go of Yoongi’s hand in the commotion as you were spun around.

“What the--” you said in shock. Finally you were put down, and saw a familiar face grinning back at you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook!” you exclaimed as you hugged him back. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s been forever! I didn’t know you still lived here,” you said.

“I know right?! God, like 13 years or something? I’m here visiting some old pals. We’re all single so we’re celebrating this stupid holiday together,” Jungkook laughed.

“Aww that's cute. I guess this holiday is pretty dumb, but I’m actually celebrating it with someone this year! This is Yoongi,” you introduced Jungkook to your boyfriend.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jungkook,” the young boy extended a hand.

“Min Yoongi,” Yoongi replied curtly as he firmly shook Jungkook’s hand.

“Damn, where are you hiding all that muscle?” Jungkook joked as he clutched his hand.

“Looks can be deceiving,” Yoongi deadpanned.

“How long are you in town for? I’d love to catch up with you on another day,” you interrupted.

“I’ll be here for a few more days. Is your number still the same? I can text you tomorrow?” Jungkook offered.

“That’s perfect, I’ll see you around!” you waved goodbye and returned your attention to Yoongi.

You took a hold of his hand and continued walking to the gelato shop. Yoongi was noticeably quiet now, and his demeanor had completely changed. There was an awkward silence between you two as you ordered your favorite flavors. You both sat outside to eat the gelato.

“So who was he?” Yoongi finally spoke.

“Jungkook used to be my neighbor when we were kids. We practically grew up together. He moved away sometime in middle school and I haven’t seen him since. He looks great, I almost didn’t recognize him. What? Are you jealous?” you teased.

“I almost killed him when he kissed you,” Yoongi said in a tone that let you know that he was not kidding.

“Yoongi! People greet each other that way sometimes. Sure, it was a little forward, but we used to be best friends as kids,” you scolded him.

“Ready to go home?” Yoongi asked, completely disregarding your explanation.

“Okay let’s go back you big baby,” you sighed as you threw away your trash.

You hummed along with the radio all the way home. Yoongi didn’t say anything the whole ride. You were surprised by his behavior, you figured an incubus wouldn’t mind seeing affection in public. He had never given you the silent treatment before, so this was uncharted waters.

“Today was really nice, I think you did a good job planning out our Valentine’s day together,” you praised Yoongi as you returned home.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Yoongi said coldly.

“Why are you being so pouty? C’mere, let me give the big baby a hug,” you reached for him with outstretched arms.

“You think I’d let you get away with that kind of behavior?” an annoyed Yoongi glared back at you.

“C’mon, it’s not like it really matters,” you teased, trying to push your luck.

“It matters to me. You’re mine,” Yoongi snarled, baring his fangs.

“You’ve made that abundantly clear,” you tilted your neck, revealing marks from his previous feedings, “I can’t leave the house without a crap ton of concealer to cover up your monstrous hickeys.”

“You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be my permanent lover,” Yoongi shrugged, his anger dissipating.

“Who knew dating an incubus would be so tiresome,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“So that random guy kissing your cheeks doesn’t deserve to die?” he asked quietly.

“No! I told you, we’re childhood friends. I haven’t seen him in years. It’s okay to greet close friends with a friendly peck on the cheeks” you crossed your arms, “You’re being annoying. No dinner for you tonight,” you said confidently as you both entered the bedroom.

“Oh? Since when do you call the shots around here?” his voice lowered.

“Since now,” you replied defiantly.

“Keep being cheeky, see where that gets you,” Yoongi challenged.

You smiled slyly as you pushed him onto the bed. Standing before him, you pulled off your sweater to reveal your bare chest. Yoongi instinctively reached out to grab them but you slapped his hand away.

“No touching,” you tsked as you slowly stripped off your bottoms.

You turned to shake your ass at him. The gesture was meant to be playful, but Yoongi took it as a wage of war. He instantly pulled you onto his lap; your panties rubbed up against his hardened crotch.

“I’m hungry,” he growled in your ear as he firmly gripped your ass.

“Not my problem,” you snapped, doing your best to maintain your composure.

“You’ll let me starve?”

“Don’t act as if you didn’t eat me out until I begged for you to stop last night,” you admonished.

“Enough,” Yoongi silenced you.

He roughly latched his soft lips onto your neck. His harsh suckling caused you to moan and tangle your fingers in his minty green hair. You cupped his chin in an attempt to kiss him, but he pulled away.

“You think you get to touch me now? Foolish,” he threw you further onto the bed.

With a snap of his fingers, your panties vanished. They were replaced with strict constraints as your hands and feet were bound by an intricate silk rope pattern. You’ve never been tied up like this before. You’ve dabbled in using handcuffs or fastening a belt around your wrists, but this was something else entirely.

“You wanted to play. So let’s play,” Yoongi cooed in your ear as his fingers traced your sides.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi no,” your eyes widened.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he smiled deviously.

His fingers dug into your sides. You burst out into a fit of laughter. You wriggled around uncontrollably in a futile attempt to get away from him. Yoongi accidentally found out that you were extremely ticklish, and ever since that day he uses it as leverage against you. It wasn’t fair at all considering that demons aren’t ticklish.

Tears welled in your eyes when he finally ceased his attack. Yoongi also knew that tickling was a turn on for you. Something about having another person’s hands all over you made you wet.

“You look so helpless,” Yoongi chuckled.

“Maybe these ropes have something to do with that,” you retorted as you panted.

“Still talking back? You obviously haven’t learned your lesson,” Yoongi ran his fingers along your sides.

“No, please. I can’t take anymore,” you pleaded.

“I think you can,” he smirked before tickling you again.

This time he didn’t stop until you were on the verge of passing out. The bondage made it even harder to catch your breath. Yoongi gingerly kissed your neck as you howled with laughter.

“Will you be a good girl now?” Yoongi asked as he flicked your nipples.

“Mhm,” you managed to whimper.

“I haven’t whipped out any shibari in ages, but I’m glad I did. I forgot how appetizing it makes humans look,” Yoongi licked his lips.

“I can’t move,” you complained.

“That’s the point, my dear ___,” Yoongi kissed your forehead.

His hand trailed down your stomach to your exposed pussy. He was pleased to find that you were already dripping wet. He rubbed circles around your clit as he licked your neck. He ferociously kissed over his previous marks as he started rubbing you faster. Your energy tasted exponentially better the more aroused you became.

Being in such a vulnerable and powerless position turned you on so much. You found yourself at Yoongi’s mercy. Yoongi easily slipped two fingers inside of you. He curled his fingers to perfectly graze your g-spot, causing you to moan loudly.

“You want me to fuck you?” Yoongi whispered in your ear.

“Please. I need you, Yoongi,” you begged.

“I know you do,” he kissed your lips gently.

With another snap of his fingers, the ropes moved their position. Now your wrists were bound to your chest, and your legs were already spread open.

Yoongi dragged his dick along your wet pussy. He loved watching you squirm beneath him as you impatiently waited for him to dick you down. He relished the erotic scene that lay before him. Witnessing you at the pinnacle of your horniess was a blessing. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He thrusted his hips into you with inhuman force. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his thick cock; you didn’t deserve that tonight. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He grabbed your chin as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip. You automatically stuck your tongue out for him.

“Good fucking girl,” Yoongi growled as you began to suck on his thumb, your tongue swirling around it.

Yoongi tugged at the ropes, making them vanish instantly. Your freedom was short lived since he immediately flipped you onto your chest. He propped up your ass, giving each cheek a firm slap.

This position was his favorite, and admittedly yours as well. He loved the backside view, and you loved how deep he got. You were sure to lose your mind every time he got behind you. This instance was no exception.

You reached down between your thighs to maximize your pleasure as your fingers easily toyed with your clit. Usually Yoongi wouldn’t allow you to touch yourself, but you couldn’t help it. You were too riled up from being all tied up.

You came undone all over Yoongi’s cock. The warmth of your juices heightened Yoongi’s lust, causing him to thrust faster. He released his hot load into you, groaning as he climaxed.

Your chest heaved as you struggled to stay awake. One of the side effects of being fucked by an incubus is that they literally can fuck you to sleep. After Yoongi cleaned you up, it was cuddle time. He ran his fingers through your hair, making it even harder not to succumb to slumber.

“Full?” you asked with your eyes half shut.

“I’m never satiated, but I can’t complain for now,” he answered.

“Great. Happy Valentine’s Day, Yoongi,” you yawned.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, ___. I hope I lived up to your expectations,” he patted your head.

“You surpassed them,” you nodded in approval.

“Go to bed,” Yoongi stifled a laugh, “I guess it’s not a pointless holiday after all.”

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mizumiii · 2 years

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Welcome - Part VIII

King Desha x Fem!Reader

First part - Previous Part - Table of contents

Credit : Oreskis

Here I am again! So I promise this chapter is going to be nice and full of love... Or not ? 😈

The following days were totally awkward. You threw yourself into your training and your mission as an emissary. Thankfully, the last part made you busier than ever. Now that the portal was up, and protected on both sides, the real work had begun. The Underworld’s kingdom was showing Boji’s new skills and equipment for agriculture (that they had developed since they were a far more ancient kingdom), meanwhile the other would offer a good share of lands. So you often had to go there, to look after the two nations and make sure that everything was peaceful between them. The humans were not used to seeing inhumans so you frequently had to intervene to defuse situations. Since you were not really good with words and relationships in general, it took a lot of effort from you, letting yourself very little time to think about what had happened with your king.

Unsurprisingly Desha was avoiding you, he would no longer come to your training, and when you had to make your reports to him, he would always advertise his gaze from yours. You knew that you totally had earned that, but it did not sting any less. Still, what could you do ? Even if you obviously had feelings for him, you definitely could not work on them, since he clearly was not reciprocating them. You would give anything to just go back to what things were before you fucked everything up.

Around that time, Despa came up with a new development for the alliance. He summoned you and Desha to the room where decisions were usually taken on that subject.

“An important aspect of that alliance has appeared to me”, he explained, his arms crossed on his chest and his eyebrows frowning.

“Cut your crap and just go straight to your point”, Desha scolded.

“If you do not want my precious help in that affair, I can still take my leave”, Despa said looking outraged by his brother's behaviour.

The king just stared at him with dark eyes, making him dramatically sigh.

“Anyway”, he resumed with an expression clearing stating : how magnanimous I am to look behind that uncivilized brother of mine. “The alliance is on good tracks, however it is not perennial. Should something occur to one of the two kings, it would automatically become obsolete.”

You watched Despa talking, having absolutely no idea where he was going like this, meanwhile Desha was frowning more each passing second because he had a pretty good idea of what his brother could have in mind.

“Therefore, to make a durable alliance through time and generations, a wedding should be done between the two kingdoms.”

His long monologue earned only a bit and heavy silence before Desha started to laugh with disdain.

“Really ? A wedding ? And who would go through it ? You ?” He sneered.

“My wonderful personna can not support sharing my limitless beauty. That and I can not fathom the idea of sharing my money.” The blond prince answered with pride. “And I was talking about you, obviously. Who better than the king himself ? Boji is far too young to be concerned by it.”

“And who would wed me ?” He growled no longer laughing.

You began to really feel out of place. Firstly you did not want to be in the same place as Desha, being ignored was already hard enough. But now, witnessing a more serious battle talk between the two brothers was not something you could stomach right now. Especially with such a subject, and even more with what had happened between you and your king.

“Is there anyone unwed at Boji’s side ?” Despa asked directly at you.

“I know that Hilling is still unwed, but if I’m not wrong she already has someone in her heart. I do not know other candidates but I could still ask.”

“Yes, do, please.”

Desha looked ready to order you against it, however he quickly averted his gaze from you, as if you were not worthy of his attention.

“I’ll do as requested then.”

You left the room, your orders having been received.

“What kind of sick joke was that ?” The king abruptly asked his brother.

“It was no joke. You know that I am right.”

“Even if you were. I have no intention of forcing anyone into a wedding. I do not know how you can even suggest it after what happened to our mother.”

“It is not what I implied”, Despa replied, outraged that he would compare his idea to what their father had done. “I am confident that there is someone from Boji’s people who would agree to it without being forced in any way.”

“I do not-”

“Do not make me spell it to you brother”, Despa cut him short and looked dead serious for once. “I do not know what kind of sad comedy you are trying to play, however I do not wish to witness any more of it.”

Desha stayed unusually silent in front of his brother’s rant. The blond-haired looked even a bit breathless, and red on his cheeks. For how long had he made his brother feel like that ? He did not know if he was feeling more annoyed or hurt to discover it.

“That has nothing to do with you.” He finally stated before leaving the room.

“Desha, you big fool” Despa sighed in a low voice, not sure to have succeeded in his intentions. “I’m doing my best to help him, mother, but it is really hard.”

Desha went straight to his room. He needed somewhere to think, alone and unbothered. Obviously, he was not simple-minded and knew very well who Despa had in mind for his ridiculous enterprise. However, could you still want him after what he had done ? During the reception, everything had gone sideways, and he had just let the situation rot until it was impossible to do anything to save it.

The king ran his hand across his face before witnessing his own reflection in the mirror in front of him. Could you really be attracted to him ? That face could really be found attractive ? He wanted to believe in it. After all, he was old enough to know that everything and everyone existed. He was even maybe ready to trust your words and especially your actions. You did not look that disgusted when you kissed him. Maybe he was not that ugly ? He tried to smile, feeling a bit goofy and grotesque trying to look good. Yeah, why not, he could live with that, if it was you, he could trust you.

However, at the instant he had that thought, he felt something crawl from behind him, the room darkened and a heavy burden landed on his shoulder. There was now another face in the mirror, next to his, so similar. His father’s. His chest tightened. That was foolish. You could not be attracted by that look. He looked like a god, like a monster. Worse than that, he was a monster. He had done the same atrocities as his father. He had killed a lot of people, even innocent people. He was seeing all those corpses in the mirror, and the man with the blood on his hands was not his father but him.

Could he really move beyond that ? Was he allowed to do so ? If it was for the well being of his kingdom ? If it could make you happy ?

The ghosts behind him began to gradually fade. Desha grabbed the side of the mirror, in pain but trying his best to overcome it. Then, he felt as if a thunderbolt had passed through his heart. Something worse than everything he had to shoulder until now. Something that was forbidding him to ever try and be happy with a woman. Because he was a monster, he had the blood of a monster.

With a raging shout, he violently sent the mirror fly across the room to crash on the wall.

“King Desha ? Is everything okay ?”

A guard asked worriedly through the door.

“Everything is fine.” He answered leaving the room.

There was no happy ending for him. He had lost that right for a long time.

Meanwhile, you found no one to take on Despa’s proposition. And, even if you could not bring yourself to say it out loud, you were strangely relieved. You were new to that feeling and not very proud of it. And sadly for you, everything was more or less set up in place, making your work as an emissary begin to slow down again. You had too much free time and would just draw in introspection. It was really hard not to give in to the temptation of fleeing again. But your job was still unfinished, and you would encourage yourself by making you feel useful to your king and the kingdom. So, like this, you found a new occupation. Or to be exact, Ouken found it for you.

“I'd like to borrow your emissary to go on missions with us”, he came one day to ask Desha with you.

“And for which purpose ?” Desha asked while playing with his sceptre looking bored.

You stayed silent, not wanting to draw attention to you, and make your king feel uneasy. So you just applied yourself to stare at the floor without breathing too loudly. You really, really wanted to bask a bit longer in his beautiful face, but you no longer feel that you had the right to do it.

“Because she is strong, stronger than most of my men. And her… unusual skills can be really handy on the field.”

The silence was killing you. You wanted so much to look up, but were afraid of what you would see. Each time you thought about him, you could only see his choked and terrified expression from when you had kissed him, so you could not bear to see worse. What if he was angry ? Disgusted ? No, it was better for you to try and ignore what had happened and just look at him when he was not aware.

“I agree.”

A little bit of you had thought that he would disagree, even if you wanted to go with Ouken, it was also a way to send you away from the Castle. And you had hoped that Desha would not allow it. You were wrong. And it hurts.

“Thank you big brother.”

Without succeeding to hold yourself back, you raised up your head and meet Desha’s gaze. Your heart skipped a bit, leaving you breathless and painful, he was as gorgeous as always, but right at the moment he saw you, he quickly turned his head, looking bothered. You turned your back, biting your lips and clenching your fists.

You deserved it.

Like that, you packed some of your things, to go right away on a mission with Ouken and part of the Underworld’s guard. You only knew that the mission was something about catching some criminals in some distant place where people did not live. It was pretty rare in those caves since they were already lacking some space, however, some creatures or sauvage animals would not let go of their territory. And some bandits would take advantage of this to lead their criminal activities without worries.

You left the palace with a difficult feeling of being torn up inside, but did not look back. You were determined to show your king how valuable you could still be.

As Ouken had hoped, you found out at the destination that you were totally able to communicate with the creatures living there. They looked like animals and lived in packs, really close to their puppies. The men accompanying you stayed a bit far away, while you would fully transform to go and befriend those unusual inhabitants of the Underworld. Surprisingly, they were really similar to humans, protecting their family and just wanting to be left in peace. You quickly learned that they were some persons who bothered them, and they even agreed to lead you to them. Once their position had been revealed, it was easy to deal with them thanks to your companions.

“You did a really good job”, Ouken congratulated you with a big smile. “I’m sure big brother will be pleased too !”

“I’m not sure about that…”

“Why ?”

“It’s nothing”, you sighed, trying to avoid the conversation since he was not just the Underworld’s guard Commander but also Desha’s youngest brother.

Ouken sighed a bit, before showing you to sit beside him. You were both not far from the guard’s camp, on your way back to the Castle.

“I know my brother can be really good at… pushing people away”, he began to explain, looking lost in his memories. “It’s harder to struggle against it, but it’s worth it.”

“What if he really hates me ?” You did not dare talk about what you had done.

It was not out of shame for your feelings but more about the fact that you had forced them on him without even seeking his consent.

“I’m not my brother so I can’t talk at his stake, however, did he say it clearly to you ?”

“No… Not really”, you realised, feeling a bit lighter.

Ouken simply smiled again, then patted your shoulder before letting you alone to go check on their prisoners. You thought a bit about what the Commander had said to you. Was it really possible ? You had always felt good with Desha, but technically you were the one who had fled him when you had kissed him. Damn, you were such a mess ! It was so unusual for you ! You decided to stop that shameful behaviour of yours and to make sure that your feelings passed through your king. Only when you would hear him say that he did not want them, would you discard them once and for good.

The night was dense, but sleep seemed to flee Desha. Another burden of being king, he could never find too much solace in rest. As if all his demons needed him to stay conscious to keep tormenting him. So, when most of the Underworld was sound asleep, he was just waiting in his too big bed.

Suddenly, a sound echoed from the corridor. He frowned, but assigned it to the guard in front of his room. He had always said that it was totally useless, but the chosen one seemed always so happy to do it that he just let them do as they pleased. However, the door silently opened shortly after. That, that was unusual. None of his men would dare to bother him while he was pretending to be asleep. Except for an emergency, but it really did not look like it.

A silver sparkle was seen, and the following instant Desha saw the face of the person standing in front of him, beside the window. A smirk came to his lips.

“So you have come.”

The other did not answer. Desha did not move.

The weapon flashed for a second, rushing to the King's chest.

Abruptly the aggressor was tackled down by a shadow. They fought for a slight second, grunting and groaning in effort and before Desha could react, one of them stood up again.

The cavern's light showed Marco standing up with his reddened weapon, while you were laying down, drowning in your own blood.

That was one of the part I'm not sure about, but I hope you liked it anyway ! As I have said on another post, I'm currently writting part XI, I think maybe there's 3 parts left or more. And next one will be really interesting ~

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glassartpeasants · 2 years

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finally another Isaac Grossman simp who i can share my horny ideas with and not be judged for it 😌

anyways i was scrolling through pinterest and i saw this super cute thing someone had shared on there, it was lingerie but it was like based on 1800’s fashion aesthetic, it was this pretty lace corset and the bottom part was literally just a pair of frilly lace panties, and as my mind works it immediately went to Isaac’s original time period that he’s from, he would definitely have a thing for old aesthetics like that

i was wondering, if your writing requests are open could you do his reaction to his fem!s/o surprising him with something like that?

your writing is super good and ily!

I agree. There needs to be more of us in the world, this horrible man deserves all the love and attention. He's perfect.

But any request that involves Isaac will make my heart melt cause I feel like me and a few other people that I know of are his only simps.

Also, I'm sorry that I accidentally turned this a little longer than I originally expected. I got excited. Also sorry that this was a little late, college and work have been really ugh

Warnings: fluff, spicy but not full-on smut

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Trying to flirt or get him excited was very difficult when it came to a man like Isaac. He was either always too busy or just not interested enough to care. He didn't really feel the need for a relationship when he was busy tracking down the creature that doomed him to be down in this shit hole. If he was going to be down here for eternity, he'd make every second of that clown's life a living hell. But before he could do that, he'd need to know a laydown of the underworld on where everything is and what was the do's and don't of this place.

And that's where you came in.

When he asked someone on the street for advice on how to get around, they suggested you and gave him the address on where to find you. From what the person on the street told him, you knew the underworld better than anyone else and could find out where someone lived in no time. Having that in mind. He wasted no time finding you and was shocked at how friendly you were despite his original thoughts.

If he was honest, he'd thought you'd be a complete bitch and say how much better you were than everyone for knowing so much about the underworld and your talents. He was pleasantly surprised to see that wasn't the case. For someone in the underworld, you were very easy to talk to and probably the friendliest person he's met in his time down there. When he went to the address given to him, it turned up to be an old park where there were no leaves on the trees, and everything seemed to be wilted. He looked around and saw that you were relaxing on a tree trunk as you wrote in something as what he could only assume is a book to keep track of things.

"Hey, are you (Y/N) (L/N)?" You turned up to face him with a confused look on his face.

"Yes, I am. Who are you, if you don't mind me asking." You said with a laugh as you put your book down. Isaac sat down on the ground in front of you.

"Isaac Lee Grossman. I was told that you could help me?" You nodded before grabbing your book once more.

"So, what do you need help with? I'm going to guess and say that you're new to the underworld, huh?"

"Yes, I am...how did you know?"

"Oh well, due to me giving people help all the time and finding people, you tend to see a lot of faces. I have a lot of people memorized by now." You smiled at him. Something he wasn't used to as people usually looked at him with disgust or confusion. It's not like he cared that much, but it was refreshing.

"Interesting."

"Yeah, so I can tell a new face or two. But I suppose you want to get to the point?"

"That would be easy, yes."

"Okay, so what do you need exactly?"

"All I need is a general understanding of where everything is and the location of someone."

"Oh? May I know who this someone is?"

"Have you heard of Laughing Jack?" As soon as he said that, your face turned sour as you turned your hands into fists.

"Yeah, I've heard of that jackass. Stupid asshole owes me over 300 dollars after I helped him find some kid. Every time I bring it up to him, he always fucking runs or teleports! God, I hate him. The stupid clown can't even pay his own bills. Why did I think he could pay me?" You gritted your teeth and crossed your arm in annoyance. If Isaac could smile, he would be. Knowing someone also shared a mutual hatred for him made spending eternity down here not as bad.

"Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one who hates him." Your eyebrows raised as you looked at him.

"Yay, another person to share my anger with, haha! But let's get down to business on when you want a tour and your payment."

"Payment?"

"Yes, I've got bills to pay." You laughed jokingly.

"Oh um, I don't have a job yet..."

"Oh, so you're NEW new. I see." You held your chin in your hand as you stared off in thought. Your eyes widen as a small smile appears on your face.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll wait till you get a job and give you half price IF you go out on a date with me." Now it was Isaac's turn to be wide-eyed. He'd never thought that while he looked like this, he'd be getting asked out...and so quickly.

"A date? With me?" Isaac was still in a bit of disbelief as you smiled and nodded your head.

"Yep, a date! And I get to choose the place!" Isaac thought out his choices, pay the total price or just go on one measly date and pay half price. The second choice was the obvious right one. Only one date. What could go wrong?

Even if Isaac was dead, he still could feel some sort of giddiness inside his chest. Trying to keep a straight face all the while avoiding eye contact, he said,

"Sure."

Well, one date turned into 2, then 3 before you asked him to be your boyfriend. After that day, something changed about Isaac, whether he noticed it or not. While he was still the same in many categories, the only one that changed was the spot in his dead heart that you had slithered your way into.

Going on dates with you felt so natural. When he's talking, you never interrupt him. All you did was look at him with care, always responding, always happy to be near him. And every time you did, Isaac would get this burst of giddiness inside his chest and tried his best not to show it. You didn't tell him, but you noticed these little spurts of happiness he would have.

When he did have them, his face would do its best to contort to a smile, and his left foot always tapped the ground whenever you agreed to something he said. It was never a bleak moment when you hung out with him. Just seeing how happy he would get when he talked about what he did for fun as a kid and what it was like to live in the time period he did. You don't know much of his past as you don't want to bring it up, but he would tell you tales about the best shops to get candy from when he was young and how life was like so long ago.

He seemed interested in what your life was like as a child. You told him everything you could possibly remember, from book fairs to using chalk to color on the sidewalk. But what seemed to be his favorite activity was trying to find Laughing Jack with you. You loved seeing him so determined. It always seemed to spark something inside you.

So you decided to do something about it.

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It took about a week for the package to arrive. You were scrolling through some suggestive sites and came upon lingerie. You didn't own a single pair since you've never had a reason to, but you decided since you and Isaac have been dating for about a year now, you might as well look at some. One caught your eye through the countless ends of varieties that the site had to offer. The colors and theme it was going for resembled an 1800s fashion aesthetic. You looked around the room you were in before purchasing said clothing. You wanted it to be a surprise for him! So when the package arrived, you were giddy with excitement.

You immediately grabbed your phone and dialed up Isaac. His voice always sounds so pretty over the phone, which didn't help your excitement. You asked him to come over as you had a surprise for him.

Isaac was not really one for surprises, but he'll look surprised if it's from you. It only took about 10 minutes to get to your house by walking. He unlocked the door with a spare key you gave him, but the place seemed dead when he entered. Closing the door behind him and taking off his shoes, you called his name.

"Go set on the bed in my room and clothes your eye! I promise it'll be so cool!" He could practically hear the giggles in your voice. He made his way to your room and sat on the edge of the bed before closing his eye. He listened to your closet door open before you sat on his lap. You grabbed his face softly before telling him to open his eye. When he did, his eyes went wide.

You were on his lap, sitting in such a proactive manner with your body covered in the most beautiful lingerie he's ever seen. The way it was dedicated to something from his time era instilled something inside him. He put his hands on your hips before looking at you in the eyes.

"Now, where did you find this?" He said in a smooth tone before pulling you closer to him.

"Do you like it?" You smiled as you kissed him on the head.

"I love it, my dear." Your smile got wider, and you bent down to kiss the top of his teeth before making your way down to his jaw. His hands massaged your sides as he played with the frill that connected to the panties.

His toes curled a bit when you started to nibble on his ear. He dug his fingers in your thighs before letting out a quiet gasp. It's been so long since he's done anything remotely intimate like this. Having someone lust over him, even in this form, made a shiver run down his spine. Knowing you took the time to find something so alluring just for him made his body fill with pride, knowing that you'd do it for him. And only him!

He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer as he moved his head towards your exposed neck. He let opened his mouth and began to slowly nibble on your neck. You tangle your fingers in his hair as you massaged his head while he attacked your neck.

"So beautiful, and all for me." You pulled him as close as you could before moving your hips to get comfy, just barely rubbing against him. You could hear a little groan coming from him. A sinister smile made its way on your face.

You began to rock your hips back and forth against him slowly. You could feel Isaac's teeth against your neck before he bit hard enough to draw blood and leave a slight bruise in the morning. You let out a hiss before accidentally pulling his hair, making him flinch and rub against you as well.

After that, you both started to grind against each other, all the while holding the other one close. You whispered "I love you's" in his ear as your body felt hot. His assault on your neck didn't stop, continuously biting hard enough to leave marks against your skin. Loving the sounds that come out of your throat when he does. Every time he makes a new one, the feeling of possessiveness washed over him, knowing everyone can see them and know that you belong to him.

His hands move to untie the corset that covered your torso. He was having difficulty trying to take it off as his mind was too occupied by the feeling of you rubbing against him. He felt your hands guide him to where it started. Just as he was done untieing it be able to watch your body be exposed to him, the sound of a ringtone filled both of your ears.

Isaac could feel his phone vibrating in his pants pocket, rolling his eyes, he took it out of his pocket and saw that it was his boss.

"Are you fucking serious? I'm not answering it."

"If it's your boss, you should. Isn't he known for not being the kindest of people?" Letting out an annoyed sigh, Isaac answered the call, Hoping to get it over with as soon as possible.

"Hi, boss, what do you need?" His voice tried to stay monotone to avoid sounding annoyed. You smirk at him. Just because he had to take a call doesn't me you have to.

You start to move your hips once more as you kiss all over his jaw while your hands make their way towards his buttoned shirt. Once you got it halfway down, you rub your hands all across his chest. You wanted to see a reaction from him, but the one you got just made you frown.

"Fine. I'll go. See you soon." He hung up the phone before throwing it at the door. He grabbed you close before leaning down and hiding his head to your partially exposed chest.

"You got called in, huh?" He let out a groan, not wanting you to leave his lap.

"Cockblocker." You laughed before raising his head up and peppering his face with kisses.

"Well, the faster you go to work, the faster you can come home." You said softly in his ear. That seemed to work as he got up with you clinging on to him before he set you down on the bed and touched his mouth to your forehead.

"This isn't over. See you in 4 hours." He quickly buttoned up his shirt before running out your bedroom door and down the hall.

"I'll be waiting!"

#isaac grossman x reader #isaac lee grossman #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #creeps #isaac grossman

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dangermousie · 3 years

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Hello !

I was wondering whether you could rate and tell us of your top 5 favourite webnovels/cnovels of all time ?! (Sorry if this has already been answered lol😅)

Thank you, stay safe and have a nice day🖤

Awww, thank you and that is such a lovely ask!!!

From n1 to n5, here they are (they happen to be all danmei.)

1. The Husky and His White Cat Shizun (2ha) - my n1 forever and ever.

Taxian Jun, the horrific cultivation emperor of the world who razed cities and destroyed sects, is surrounded on his mountain. The righteous sects are terrified to confront him but tired of living, Taxian Jun consumes poison and dies by suicide at the age of 32. And opens his eyes as 16 year old Mo Ran, Mo Ran long before he became Taxian Jun, Mo Ran who is excited at a chance to save the one person he loved and lost. Oh, and to deal with his loathed shizun, the unapproachable and strict Chu Wanning, his past life’s biggest enemy.

I have no idea if it’s objectively the best on this list but it hits every trope I love, its bleak worldview (the world will change only incrementally but that’s enough, average person will not appreciate the sacrifice but it’s still worthwhile, and love is worth everything) mirrors mine, and the sheer complexity of the plot and cascade of plot twists each of which is insane and yet completely logical, is amazing (this is a rare novel where it’s even more fun to reread than read for the first time because you keep seeing all the hints and trail crumbs laid out that you did not see the first time.)

And the characters!!! I mean, this novel has multiple universes/timelines, a side trip to the Underworld AND the demon realm, a plot more twisted than a store’s worth of pretzels and yet the thing that hits me the most are the characters. Mo Ran is my favorite web novel character of all time and I love Chu Wanning so. All the secondary characters are wonderfully written (and some of them made me bawl) and they are all complex. My opinion of all of them changed many times over; the novel doesn’t make it easy to love some of them but then you do and it’s so worthwhile! That slow change is one of the delights of the novel - I started out disliking the unpleasant, superior Chu Wanning and cruel, callow Mo Ran and then I loved them so so hard and cried for them so so hard and was in awe of their heroism and sacrifice and selflessness and capacity to love.

Oh, and the fact that this novel does something almost impossible - it has its protagonist start out as so clearly irredeemable and then slowly and painfully and thoroughly redeems him (without ever letting the reader forget what it is he needs redemption for.)

Also, for a novel that made me cry so hard I felt ill, this book is just so damn funny with the most sarcastic sense of humor imaginable (the serious angst doesn’t even kick in until 90+ chapters!)

Anyway I should stop or I will write a dissertation. But this is the one web novel that I would put in my top 5 not just web novels but any novels in any shape or form. The plentiful trigger warnings are there for a reason so stay away if they are an issue, but if not, if anyone hasn’t read it yet, what are you doing with your life?!

2. Stains of Filth (Yuwu) - another novel by the author of 2ha. Clearly she just pushes all my buttons every time. This one is much shorter and has a plot that is twisty but less twisty than 2ha. Still, all that means is that intensity and the pain are more concentrated.

Aristocratic Mo Xi and former slave Gu Mang were both legendary generals of the empire and lovers. But Gu Mang betrayed the country and switched to the enemy. Now he is back as a peace offering by that country and Mo Xi has to deal with the fact that his feelings are as strong as ever.

This novel!!! So much pain and intensity!!! So many amazing plot twists and supporting characters. The same bleak world view, the same unjust society, the same protagonists doing right things despite the cost. Mo Xi’s intensity and inability to let go (he’s imprinted on Gu Mang and that’s it) is romantic, bone-shakingly intense, and tragic all at once. And oh Gu Mang! So many times I just wanted to reach into the book physically to protect him. The novel deals with unjust societies, memory versus personality, what it’s like to be good in a bad universe etc. And it both made me sob and giggle, repeatedly, and sold me on literally death-defying (but not honor-defying!) love.

Oh, and special shout out to the fact that like 2ha, you may start out hating some characters and end up a rabid fangirl (cough Murong Lian!)

3. Qiang Jin Jiu - a dense political tome that takes a while to get going but then it’s a runaway train.

In a fictional dynasty, Shen Zechuan, the only remaining son of a disgraced aristocratic family and Xiao Chiye, the younger son of a family of generals guarding the border join forces (and then something else) to get power and pull down the dysfunctional system.

This is so elegant and smart (a rare web novel I’d recommend to anyone who just loves solid period fiction) and you probably need a notebook to keep track of the politics and military strategy. These characters are very very smart not just because the author says so.

As to the characters, there is a large cast and I love many of them, but for me the novel is made by Shen Zechuan and Xiao Chiye. SZC is gorgeous and delicate and icy and can kill you before you have time to blink. Saddled with the sins of the family he had no pleasant interaction with, he claws his way out of hell (seeing the sinkhole he was trapped in, literally as well) to take down those who wronged him but also to amass power so all the tragedy and corruption won’t happen again and the whole rotten system comes crashing down. XCY is a military genius who is trapped as a hostage in the capital because the court doesn’t trust his family. He longs to return to the plains of home and to take his rightful place. The two men start out as bitter enemies, then reluctant and sniping allies, then as friends and eventually as one of the most gorgeous, tender, swoony OTPs.

Anyway this is one is a bona fide masterpiece, equal parts smart and emotionally intense.

4. Wu Chang Jie - are you an emotional vampire? I am and this novel is a banquet.

In a highly fantastical setting, we meet our protagonists - the sunny Xie Bian and the intense and surly Fan Wushe. Xie Bian is a human who assists his master in conveying souls to the underworld and making sure no mishaps happen. Bian is concentrated sunshine in human form and to meet him is to love him. When the novel opens, his drunk master brings back another human to be his shidi and assist with duties - said human is uncommunicative, intense and surly Wushe. Bian is excited to have a shidi but little does he know that a story dealing with the horrors of past lifetime is about to start.

Anyway, why WCJ? So many reasons. It has such a dark bleak worldview - this world is a horrifying system where powerful cannibalize each other’s cores for an impossible chance to ascend, where gods have sealed off their realm and all that’s left is neverending human misery and hell (the only way you’d see a deity is if they’d been sent down to suffer over and over and over), where even reincarnation doesn’t fix things and bad acts are often unpunished. And the novel then asks - is it worth being a good person in such a world? More, is it worth being a good person in such a world when nothing good has ever happened to you and you have been repeatedly betrayed due to your goodness? And the answer, on Bian’s part, is an uncompromising yes.

Ah yes, the other reason to love this novel - the protagonists and their fucked up fucked up relationship. Bian (who was Prince Ziheng in the past life) is so genuinely good. But he is that rare thing - good but not saintly, noble but not cloying. So much of the novel is his getting taken apart over and over and barely able to put himself back together every time but his soul is still as amazing as ever.

And then there is Wushe (who was Prince Zixiao in past life, Ziheng’s not-bio-related brother.) Wushe is not a good person. He is a monster. And he loves Bian/Ziheng more than his life and his soul and the entire world but he’s also the one who hurt him more than anyone else ever could and did it over and over. His love survived a literal century of torture in the worst kind of hell and refused the usual memory loss of new life. But it also humiliated and broke Ziheng down to his constituent parts.

One of the things that is so fascinating to me about this novel is the question of what can be forgiven/what should be forgiven/what kind of expiation is enough/can you ever love someone who you loved so much and then he hurt you so badly and is now repentant? And it never sweeps trauma under the rug or hand waves it away but deals with it head on.

If you want healthy relationships, you should stay far away from this novel but if intense insane ones with a feral barely human one capable of destroying the world leashed by love and guilt to the sane deeply good one is your bag, come right in.

There is also the world building and the fact that yes, the big fall out between Ziheng x Zixiao is based on not knowing all the facts but it’s not “why can’t you talk?! This is dumb!” But is totally in keeping with both events and their characters. It’s reasonable for Ziheng to do what he does and for Zixiao to misunderstand and decide Ziheng is now his biggest enemy (but still one he’s fixated on) and for Ziheng to never be able to clarify.

Anyway, once again this is trigger warning central so please heed those, but if they are no issue, this one is wonderful.

5. OK, this is hard and switches between Sha Po Lang, Heaven Official’s Blessing and The Golden Stage depending on my mood. So what the hell, I am gonna write about all of them.

Sha Po Lang - so smart and so much clever world building. There is enough politicking to satisfy a Qiang Jin Jiu fan, it’s steampunk, and our two protagonists - Gu Yun, the empire’s most powerful general, who’s loyal to the empire despite being badly wronged by it, and Chang Geng, a cursed prince with barbarian blood and horrifying childhood - are wonderful separately and together. This is a huge slow burn but it’s totally worth it! They fall in love with each other’s hearts and brains and ability as much as anything. (Yes, this is the one with the yifu thing. Gu Yun is made Chang Geng’s foster father when he rescues him and brings him back to the capital as a way to keep CG safe in imperial strife. They are 12 and 19 at the time so clearly it’s never a parental relationship.)

Heaven Official’s Blessing (TCGF) - I love it’s sprawling narrative and cast, I love its inventive setting and picaresque story. It’s hilarious and can make me cry. But the novel’s place on this list is due to Xie Lian who is part Kenshin part drama WWX part pure goodness wrapped in heartbreak and trauma wrapped in sunshine.

The Golden Stage - two smart and principled (yes, they both have principles different though they may be) men navigate their arranged marriage, their past friendship and their past break up, become a super couple (one of the healthiest danmei couples I’ve ever read and proves healthy doesn’t have to be boring), save the country and bring down the emperor or two and just generally this is my rainy day book.

I guess I didn’t write as much for the three n5 candidates as I did for 1-4 but my brain is beginning to curdle so...

#cnovel #heaven official's blessing #2ha #yuwu #sha po lang #qiang jin jiu #wu chang jie #the golden stage #tcgf #asks

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hurricanes-art · 3 years

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i am interested in your hades au, would you mind giving some details about it? 👁 it looks really interesting

[This AU is from these drawings!]

*cracks knuckles* Ok! I actually got enough sleep last night so I'm finally feeling up to explaining this au lmao

Also I hope that by “some details” you meant “way way too many” because I am nothing if not long winded. Also @hades-hellsite asked for context too, here you go

The central premise is that, after he dies, Achilles manages to make an arrangement with Hades that allows both him and Patroclus to stay in Elysium together. He's not employed to work at the house and he never becomes Zagreus's combat trainer.

Hades makes a few attempts to find Zagreus a different teacher among the shades of great warriors, but being skilled does not make someone able to teach. And being able to teach one way doesn't mean someone will be good for every student. When Zagreus doesn't learn well with the few mentors Hades tries, which he barely gives a chance to breathe anyway, he's quick to decide that he must have no martial ability and declares Zagreus a failure in that as he has about so many things.

This has two major effects on Zagreus before his escape attempts begin. One, without any chance to actually grow into aptitude in combat, he's left without anything substantial to put his energy into and, more importantly, he's left without anything he feels good at and that gives value to his efforts. Two is that, in Achilles' absence, very few people in the house give him any care and support untwisted by the politics of the house and the judgment of his father. There is Orpheus, kind to him before Hades locks him away for refusing to sing, Hypnos, willing to put the house to sleep so he can find the truth though jumbled up in his own problems, and Nyx.

Nyx is the only one to aid Zagreus when he decides to try to escape. She contacts Olympus and weaves careful lies to win their support and blesses his departure. She's also the only one who believes that Zagreus has the slightest chance of escaping. Already in canon, most everyone tells him there no way he'll make it out, but here, it's so much worse. He doesn't know how to fight, his initial attempts are pitiful and his progress negligible, and near everyone lashes out at him to get back in line and stop making things worse.

He doesn't even have the Infernal Arms. Achilles is the one who brings them to him in canon; here Zagreus takes a simple bronze sword from one of the house's many displays of weapons from wars long past. He thanks the Fates that the Styx restores it the same way it does his body when he dies because he nicks and dulls the edges every time.

Despite all the disadvantages, Zagreus throws himself into escaping with unshakable determination, bone deep stubbornness. He picks up his sword and will figure out how to use it himself. Experience will be his teacher. He dies over and over and he watches his enemies and learns how they move and how he must react, mimicking their attacks for his own use and adjusting and adjusting after each failure. And contrary to Hades' adamant belief, Zagreus is very intelligent and learns brilliantly when allowed to and he grows stronger and stronger.

There's no teacher more savage than experience in something like this, though. The pursuit is agonizing and the cost is enormous and adjusting to this ceaseless violence feels impossible.

Much of my interest in this idea is how the added strain on his circumstances and relationships affects Zagreus and his mental state. At his best, Zag looks a lot like he does in canon, with his laurels unfurled and vibrant, and his feet glowing hot, but he rarely feels his best here. His laurel leaves curl in dry and crisp, muted like the leaves of autumn. Flakes of ash and soot build up over his legs and encase more and more as he suffers. So deep is his feeling of failure and being trapped that it affects him physically.

Not always, though. His flames respond to his emotions, burn brighter in his passion. Enthusiasm, love, fervor, bliss, anger set him glowing.

After a brutally drawn out span of time, Zagreus meets Achilles and Patroclus in Elysium and tbh, the rest of my interest is really in how the altered circumstances change the evolution of their relationships with each other. The pair of warriors were never separated for an extended time and Achilles is less downtrodden and resigned and Patroclus is less bitter and abrasive when Zagreus stumbles upon them.

They don't fight him, which Zagreus counts among his greatest blessings, although Achilles still seems to have an interest. It makes him twitchy and he jumps when Achilles finally lifts his spear and swings it around in his third time in their little glade only to bump the flat of the blade against elbow and tell him to keep it in more towards his body. Zagreus blinks rapidly at him before adjusting his arm.

Achilles helps him here and there, tips and tricks and valuable advice, but he never gives anything near the thorough instruction he did in canon. On one hand, he doesn't need to. Zagreus is a self made fighter and it leaves him with weaknesses but it is also a powerful thing. He is unpredictable and incredibly adaptable and he only continues to improve.

On the other hand, there's no room for it. Achilles is gentle with his guidance, but Zagreus is rubbed raw by all the fighting he's done and all that still depends on it. He doesn't want to always focus on the weapon in his hands. Patroclus notices and curbs Achilles' input when it exceeds its bounds. He sits aside and observers carefully when they spar. Zagreus doesn't need another's direction which is fine by him, who's lost all desire for combat. He gives his aid through his assortment of trinkets that carry Zagreus further to the surface.

Zagreus barely knows what to do with himself in the face of their care. He's so unaccustomed to such generous and genuine support, interest devoid of expectation or blame. As familiarity between the three of them grows, their interactions grow warmer, more tender and comfortable. Their care lays on a foundation, not a hinge, and Zagreus grapples with understanding that he really can lean on it. It all leaves him so uncertain yet so desperate because he wants more than anything to have joy and conversation and company with others where he doesn't shoulder heavy guilt from unspoken accusations over his escaping the house and to have a place he feels he belongs without being an intrusion.

He does at first believe he's intruding, though. Intruding on their time together in the peace of Elysium. It takes them time to convince him that they value his presence immeasurably. The opportunity to stay together in the Underworld has been invaluable for Achilles and Patroclus, but the peace of Elysium is a deceptive thing. It wears away and prickles at them, pressing down in odd warping ways. Patroclus is beyond pleased to have the war behind him and that it can never force him to fight again, and despite Achilles retaining an interest in competition and combat, he does feel the same way. Having a cause though, something to believe in and worth devoting their efforts towards... They didn't realize how deeply they missed it until Zagreus. It is revitalizing. They thrive in his genuine, boundless kindness and long to support him.

The drawings of Orpheus arguing with Hades and Zagreus fighting with Nyx is from one of my plot point ideas. Later down the line, together, Hades, Persephone, and Nyx agree to forbid Zagreus from seeing Achilles and Patroclus at Nyx's behest. Similarly to how she talks about Dusa in canon, she sees mortal shades as beneath his station and that it's highly unbecoming for the prince to be consorting with them. Zagreus fights against the idea ferociously and is only smothered by the threat that, if he seeks them out anyway, Hades will void Achilles' agreement and have Patroclus moved to the proper plane of the Underworld.

It crushes Zagreus. He loves them and cares about them so much and being torn apart from them is a wound that cuts so deep. But even more than that, what breaks him open most, is the fact that it came from someone he cared for and trusted most. Nyx was the one person in the House he could depend on most and this betrayal at her hand is devastating. And for such a worthless reason as propriety and godly vanity. It's not her place to force those upon him. It hurts Zagreus to the core.

Orpheus is the only one willing to stick up for him in this, deeply empathetic to the grief of being separated from loved ones and well acquainted with the fact that such punishments will only damage, never correct. After all, his stint of punishment in Erebus didn't revive his desire to sing, it was Zagreus's dedication and vibrancy that did that. One of the many invaluable gifts Zagreus gave him, including reuniting him with Eurydice, making him happier than he'd been since her death. Orpheus can't keep biting his tongue when all these gods refuse to see any of this.

It all comes to a head dramatically and painfully and I've thought of a few variations on how it would play out. I'll leave it for now though, I might draw it or write it later >:3c Also this got really long lol. Hopefully the idea is at least somewhat interesting!

And here, have the lines from these two drawings because I like the way they look

#hades game #hades supergiant #zagreus #achilles #patroclus #nyx #orpheus #god of ash au #which is a tag i might not use again lol #my art #my writing #i guess #this is so long please forgive me #i had one thought of achilles not working at the house and it drove me to madness #apparently

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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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7 Anti LO Asks

1. Do you know what really gets my blood boiling about this comic? Persephone and Demeter's relationship.

In the myths, Demeter and Persephone loved each other more than anything. Their reunion is so important - it marked the coming of spring and growth. A whole cult was dedicated to this for crying out loud. Yes, the myths were far from perfect, but the Persephone and Demeter myth showed the strength of a loving mother-daughter relationship with Demeter searching endlessly to find her child that was ripped away and had her innocence forcibly taken.

Now, RS is not the only author to make Demeter this over-bearing mother type in order to put more positivity onto the Hades-Persephone relationship. However, RS takes this trend to a whole new level - to the point where I would even consider it misogyny.

How is it, she takes this beautiful mother-daughter relationship and makes it out to be an abusive and controlling one, and then takes the Hades-Persephone relationship from a forceful one to a loving, perfect relationship with no problems? How is it ok to ruin one relationship to elevate another?

I understand that many versions of the myth try to downplay Hades' actions, and even make it so Persephone actually falls in love with him and there is no rape. But it doesn't change that this relationship was problematic, and meant to represent the loss of innocence.

Then fans have the gall to claim this comic is feminist and then claim on top of that that Demeter and Persephone's relationship was the same in the myth? These fans clearly don't know the myths, and neither does RS.

Making Hades a good person is fine. Changing it up a bit to make Persephone's loss of innocence something else is also fine. But ruining Demeter and Persephone's relationship? Especially when Persephone has to spend half the year with her? So horrible.

2. im sorry, but rachel cant introduce KRONOS coming back and then dropping it for several episodes to focus on a stake-less trail and persephone not knowing what lingerie to seduce hades in. like thats too much of an earth shaking development and huge stake plot point to just ignore for months to focus instead on something as minor as hxp's relationship, which only points out a huge flaw: why is hxp's relationship so minor in this? isnt the whole point supposed to be about them?

3. I think LO completely dropped the ball over Hades’ characterization.

From the first ep I thought ok, this is good, we have some bones to see he’s not that lucky in love and is just tired and lonely, and while ignoring the creepy actions towards Persephone, I thought ok, Artemis hates him, Hestia hates, even Ares hates him, maybe once Persephone finally sees the underworld and probably gets to know him it’ll be a clever twist and they’ll be proven wrong. The underworld will turn out to be fair and just, the citizens will love Hades, he’ll be revealed to be a good leader and king and not like his brothers, it’ll be like everyone saying Hades of myth isn’t actually that bad, and it’ll help reinforce why this sweet and bubbly Persephone wants him, she sees the real him, not the mean rumors and assumptions, this is perfect.

And then it just didn’t happen. The exact opposite happened, actually.

We’re shown the LO underworld is cruel and unjust, where the poor dead are forced into slavery and Hades created a harsh class divide with him and him only on top, the citizens hate him, the underworld gods don’t trust him and openly seem ok if he’s taken out of power, he’s not a good leader and king and doesn’t even want the job yet keeps it for his own ego and grip of power m, and on top of it all he is just like his brothers, if not worse. He loves to get violent over any little slight against him, he hoards wealth and resources to enrich himself while his citizens starve and struggle to survive, he’s corrupt, he controls all the media and laws to bend to his will, sleeps with his brothers wife for centuries behind his back while claiming to be holier than thou, he has sex with his secretaries who are made dependent on him for any way to survive, and now he lusts after his barely legal intern who is also now dependent on him for her way to survive, and that’s only what I remember off the top of my head.

LO perfectly set up to prove Hades isn’t the devil or the false pop culture assumption that he’s evil and to show some actual facts from myth, and yet Rachel only ended up reinforcing exactly that and even making him even worse with her made up ideas, all while thinking having Persephone ignore or excuse it somehow makes it not bad or even a good thing. It’s honestly kind of impressive just how bad of writing that actually is.

4. Chapter 172 is not that interesting. It’s setup had me excited to see Hephaestus and Hera and learning more about echo, but it’s cut so short. Because again the story can’t leave HXP out for 2 seconds.

I can also see why Zeus is gonna go insane.

5. i agree w/ other anon. LO should have pulled a PJO or a BoZ and just made up OCs and have them interact with the gods than whatever Rachel thinks shes doing, which is lying she's being accurate and faithful while completely changing all of it, removing what is needed, and adding what isnt so that it lines up with no actual myth besides like, various 50 shades fanfic she read in 2015 and some popular tumblr text posts.

6 . the animation studio behind blood of zeus literally can only draw one face for the men and one face for the women and they were still able to make the gods all look distinct and hot while LO can't even bother to use more than 6 colors and can only have the women look as tiny as possible with the biggest boobs while the men are all just lego men.

7. ////FP SPOILERS////

Okay so like I stopped reading LO way back before season 1 ended, and a majority of my knowledge of the series comes from what I read here on your blog which is enough for me lol and I decided to read the latest 5 chapters just to see what's up (on zahard. I refuse to give the actual series any views)

And I just. Could not take the whole scene with Daphne running from Apollo seriously? The anatomy and art inconsistency was so distracting that i genuinely could not find it serious. Even when Thanatos discovers her hibernated body I couldn't take it seriously because of how she looked?

And when Hades had that call (??? Was it a call? Or his inner dialogue? I couldn't really tell ngl) with Zeus and said he's causing Persephone unnecessary distress, and that she didn't pose any threat. B!tch??? She killed a ton of mortals??? She has no control over her powers???? She's literally a fugitive for the aforementioned things??? She apparently woke Kronos up? (Idk if anyone knows about that, again my knowledge only spans to whatever I read here) Hello????

And I have a lot to say about the chapters starting the trial but I'll only mention one thing; Hades saying "I don't think blindly supporting my little brother would be doing him any favours (as a ruler)" had me cackling. This is coming from a guy blindly supporting a girl he's literally only known for a few weeks, who's like what, only recently turned 20? Sit tf down Hades you're not cool, you creepy ass overgrown smurf.

Overall I still hate this series lmao. Regarding art though I feel like I wouldn't be so miffed about the anatomy much if the character designs were consistent and the story was compelling. They literally change hairstyles and body types frame by frame, and it's distracting.

The timeline from what I read here is laughable. 4 years in publication with almost 200 chapters and you're telling me only like a month has passed canonically. That's wild and such poor writing.

And as someone who literally will sympathise with any lead character pretty quickly, the story makes me hate them. It makes me want to root against them. I also hate the fact this trash is somehow top ranked on webtoons when so many other stories are far better then it.

Anyway, many thanks to this blog for existing and allowing me to dump so much text here to vent out my hate for this series lmao. You the mvp fam, hope you're having a good day 🥂🥂🥂

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

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FundXD au thrid part? Maybe the final confrontation between Dreamxd and George? imagine George offering to take Fundy's place, but XD teases him because he obviously only loves Fundy now (before Mumza saves the day!! or whatever you had planned if you already had something in mind).

Not me accidentally posting it separately. But anyway, here's the third part! I'm sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy this.

But yeah anyway, please do take heed of the trigger warnings. This is probably now what I consider the darkest and the most uncomfortable one-shot I've written. Like in terms of themes, yeah I am just: oh wow I wrote this huh...

So yes, please do heed the warnings and do not read it if any of the the warnings make you uncomfortable.

TW: Forced Relationships, Forced Kissing, Forced Marriage, Possessive Behavior, Captivity, Implied Harm, and A Lot of Dark Implications

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/84740365

“A radiant day for a wedding, do you not think so, my fox?” If only the mattress could swallow him whole. He buried his face on the silken sheets, pressing the pillow to the top of his head, wondering if he could suffocate himself if he tried really hard enough. “Beloved? You’re quiet.”

He rolled his eyes, holding back the urge to scream.

After a moment, he felt the twist of vines against his ankle, gently pulling him away from underneath the covers. Fundy let himself be dragged, having learned the hard way that clawing at the bed to keep himself from getting dragged was a bad idea. He shuddered at the bad memory.

“My darling star, don’t you agree that today is a splendid day for our wedding?”

No, he did not agree. There was no day where he’d ever even consider marrying the god.

“I don’t feel well. Can we move the wedding?”

“Do not lie.” The room turned colder, the chill of ice piercing through his skin that he nearly buckled underneath the pain. Then in just a second, the cold was gone. He was still in his their bedroom, the sunshine filtering in through the glass-stained windows, bathing the room in a kaleidoscope of color. XD was holding him by the elbow, their spherical head never faltering in its cheery smile, if one can call it a smile. The god pulled him into their embrace, holding him with such warmth that Fundy wanted to cry. They shouldn’t be so comforting. “You are well.”

“Ya…” Fundy felt like throwing up, “...well…”

For a god who had lived as long as the world, XD was not as patient as Fundy had hoped. It had only been a week, but the god had given up on Fundy’s flimsy excuses. Fundy had used every excuse that he knew: headaches, fevers, coughs, even “fainting” that one time XD had actually gotten him to stand on the altar. They had grown tired of waiting. Fundy turned his head towards one corner of the room, their wedding outfits only seemed to mock him. He shivered within the god’s hot touch, XD didn’t seem to notice his discomfort, but they noticed the way he was staring at those, arguably, beautiful outfits. XD led him towards them, holding him by the arms.

“I could change your suit if you wish, anything for you, my fox.” Fundy paled, refusing to look at the suit now that it was in front of him. It was in a beautiful hue of orange pastel, decorated with a pastel green flower pinned to its chest. XD had chosen to wear a dress for the wedding, and if Fundy wasn’t being held there against his will, he might have even blushed at the thought of the god in a dress… walking down the aisle. It was a mostly white dress which faded into a pastel green in the middle and into a forest green at the bottom. “You could wear a dress if yo—”

“No.” Fundy already loathed the suit, he wouldn’t know what he’d do if he had to wear a dress. At least XD didn’t mind, though - and Fundy knew it was stupid to feel - he found it somewhat adorable that XD wanted to wear a dress. The wedding dress suited them, even if Fundy didn’t want to marry them. The god hummed behind him, a low sound that had no lyrical or musical tone to it whatsoever, before picking him up. He shrieked, holding tightly to the god’s shoulders.

“My dear fox, the wedding will be divine, it shall take place the hour between day and night.” Fundy had a few hours of freedom. Then… He clenched his hands, angered that he no longer had his claws to tear into the god’s skin. “The wedding venue has not changed from the last time we tried to marry, but, sweet fox, would you wish for any new changes? What do you wish for?”

His only wish was to go home.

The god leaned down and Fundy knew what was to come. He closed his eyes, letting the god do what they wanted. Maybe he should have heeded his papa’s advice. Maybe he shouldn’t have befriended the god who seemed too kind to be true. Maybe he should have stayed at home and lived a normal life instead of searching for… he didn’t even know anymore. But he knew he missed his home, he missed his dads. He missed the normal life in their little cabin in the fields.

Once the god leaned away from the kiss, Fundy let out a sigh. “I want cake.”

---

“Wil, I love you, but now is the time for your ritualistic shenanigans.”

George tapped his foot on the muddy ground, placing his head in his hands as Wilbur ignored him for the tenth time. Wilbur had refused to say what his secret was, in favor of showing what his secret was. If George had known that said secret would involve Wilbur drawing intricate symbols in the mud, George would have gone deeper into the forest on his own instead.

After a few more seconds of agonizing silence and waiting, Wilbur finally stepped back, gesturing for George to come near him. He raised a brow, choosing to stand beside Wilbur despite the nagging voice in his head telling him to leave and go look for their son. George took in the symbol that Wilbur had drawn. He’d traced a circle in the mud, and within the complex lines, George could make out five symbols. The lines merged to showcase a woman. In her right hand, she held a blade. In her left, there were musical notes and discs emerging from her palm.

At the bottom of the symbol, the lines converged to create a pair of angel wings.

“Wil, is now the time to show me that you can draw—” He cut himself off once Wilbur started to chant under his breath. He stepped back, doubt racing through his mind. George had never been interested in magic, being more talented in redstone and engineering, but he feared those who excelled in the practice. Magic meant gods, and gods meant double-edged deals. “Wilbur…”

The symbol began to glow a light gray hue, the smell of metal and death tainting the air. His fear doubled, but he didn’t try to run off. Nervous as he was, he trusted Wilbur, his dear husband.

A splash of cold landed on his cheek, he brushed it away, but then a downpour of rain began to fall around them. The ground turned muddier, nearly grasping onto their legs. George looked up, furrowing his brows at the sight of sunlight. It was raining despite the warm sun rays that were filtering in through the trees. The intricate symbol wasn’t affected by the sudden storm, its glow intensifying underneath the torrent of water. George didn’t know why, but he felt sick. A sickness that wasn’t nausea, it was worse. Like someone had taken a sharp pickaxe and started to chip away at his heart. He held a hand to his chest, grasping for Wilbur’s arm with the other.

Wilbur’s chanting had grown louder despite the rain, almost like he was fighting against the noise. The light gray glow had taken over the entire drawing, the lines scorched away by its brilliance. Then the world began to shake, and for a moment, George could hear screaming.

He slipped once the earth started to sink. Wilbur pulled him up just as the ground gave way, the symbol had caved in, going deeper and deeper until he could see bright red. He shuddered, but Wilbur held him close. He had half a mind to throw his husband an irritated glare. If his husband would stop with the theatrics for a moment and actually tell George what his secret was, then maybe he wouldn’t be second-guessing everything that's happening right now. He glanced back down at the hole. Wilbur had just opened a gateway to the underworld. Despite the red lights of the underworld, the chasm let out a chilling cold that seeped deep into George’s skin and soul.

“You’re a hellspawn, is that the secret? If so, it was not much of a secret I already knew that, Mr. Soot.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to George’s cheek. Once Wil had left George on stable ground, he watched as his husband walked close to the chasm. Wilbur reached down a hand. George wondered if Wilbur was asking to get kidnapped. “Wilbur, the dead can’t help us.”

“You’re correct. Zombies are pretty shit at… everything. Skeletons… perhaps.”

George took a breath through clenched teeth. He knew Wilbur was worried about Fundy too, but he couldn’t afford to waste anymore time with Wilbur and his shenanigans. XD had taken their son, a wish god had taken their son and George knew the god would refuse to let Fundy go.

“Wilbur, please. We need to find Fundy. XD would do anything they could to keep our son from ever leaving them, we have to go.” He pleaded, but Wilbur was too busy looking into the chasm.

George loudly sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The rain continued to pour around them, and if he didn’t hurry, he’d lose his way down the forest path due to the mud that was beginning to drown everything in its path. He turned to leave, but then a voice broke through the silence.

“A sunshower…? Did you forget to tell your own mum that you're getting married, Wilbur?”

---

Fundy flitted about the room, pressing his hands against his ears as the rain continued to pour outside. He didn’t know why XD had thought it would be romantic to marry one another while a storm threatened to destroy the land, but the constant tapping of the rain on the ground was beginning to grate on his ears. Despite the heavy rain, he hated the warm sunlight even more.

Why couldn’t the weather just be either gloomy or happy? It was a mockery of his life.

He glanced down at his suit, fixing the green flower so it wouldn’t fall off by accident. He didn’t know what XD would do if anything were to ruin their “special day.” He huffed, pressing his head against the glass window. He could see the neverending forest from there. XD had insisted that they live on one of the highest trees in the forest. They wanted to give Fundy a good view.

When XD had first shown him their abode, Fundy had been ecstatic to see the entire forest. He collapsed on a nearby chair, putting his head in his hands. Now everything felt like a big joke.

It was so wonderful before, but he saw through the roses, and now knew their thorns.

He looked back up, worried for a moment that XD would be standing in front of him, ready to whisk him away to the altar. There was a shift of movement at the right side of the forest, perhaps XD reimagining the wedding venue now that the rain had completely ruined the god’s chosen outdoor setting. He took momentary pleasure at the thought of the weather going against the god’s wishes. No, today was not a radiant day for a wedding. But Fundy knew that a “little” storm wouldn’t stop the god. They were too excited, too eager to get the ceremony over with.

Fundy winced, maybe his constant escape attempts had been the cause of that rush. It had only been a week since the god had taken him captive and kept him in their domain, but Fundy had spent every day trying to find a way to escape. He’d given up after the fifth escape… after… Fundy pulled his knees close to his chest. He didn’t want to think about it. But he had to. He had to keep a reminder in his mind about how much he loathed the god and what they’d done to him.

The first attempt wasn’t even an attempt, it was him screaming until XD forced him to sleep.

The second attempt had begun the moment the god had gone into stasis, or the godly equivalent of what was sleep. The god’s hands were wrapped around Fundy, keeping him close to their chest, but Fundy had managed to sneak away after hours of slowly moving. He’d gotten to the door of the bedroom, unlocking it with a bobby pin that he’d found in one of the drawers. He’d gotten down the tree by the time XD realized he was gone. They’d teleported him back to the bedroom, vines growing against the surface of the door, effectively keeping him locked inside.

The third attempt was Fundy painstakingly cutting through the clump of vines after XD had left him to prepare for their wedding. He’d gotten through half of them by the time the god had come back. They’d been disappointed in Fundy, sad that he hadn’t even gotten dressed in his wedding suit yet. Then in a blink of an eye, the vines had grown back, with even more thorns than before. Then XD had whisked him away to the wedding venue, where Fundy then pretended to faint.

The fourth attempt was Fundy getting so frustrated that he took a chair and threw it at one of the windows. The glass shattered on impact, and he’d quickly tried to squeeze through the space, not caring for the shards that pierced his skin. XD had not taken that escape attempt all too lightly.

The fifth and last attempt… he’d convinced XD to give him some sand and gunpowder.

The god had been furious, even more so than what they’d been after the fourth escape attempt. Fundy had nearly killed himself in the process and had even attacked XD out of anguished rage.

Well… XD made sure Fundy could never attack them again.

Fundy sniffed, wiping at his tears. He didn’t want to be crying at his own wedding.

---

It was odd to have a wedding without a wedding officiator. Fundy kept his gaze on his hands, his fingers trembling each time XD traced his knuckles with their thumb. He could feel his throat dry up, his head heavy with nausea that he thought he was actually going to faint and fall over.

“Do I take Fundy Lore-Soot as my lawfully wedded husband?” XD paused, “I do.”

Fundy found it ridiculous. XD had taken up the mantle of wedding officiator, and if Fundy didn’t know any better, he would think that he was part of some comedic play or some big cosmic joke.

“And do you, Fundy Lore-Soot, take the god of wishes, XD, as your lawfully wedded spouse?”

Fundy gritted his teeth, he could feel the god’s magic in his throat. He could barely breathe a few seconds ago, but now it felt like he needed to speak like his life depended on it. “I do. I do. I do.”

He trembled, uncontrolled anger racing through his veins. It was torture to say ‘I do’ once, but the god forced him to say it three times, like Fundy was as desperate as them to get married. XD pulled him close, their gaze hot against his skin. He wished he would melt, that he could melt against the god’s touch and be swallowed by the grass. Anything that could set him free.

“Then by the power vested in me as the god of wishes, I now pronounce us married for eternity.”

The god leaned close, “I may now kiss the groom.” Fundy tried to move back, but the god had formed one more pair of hands. One hand held his hands, curled gently around his wrists. One hand was cupping him by the waist. One hand was on his chin, pulling his face up and towards them. The last hand was at the back of his head, pushing him forward and keeping his head in place. He closed his eyes, losing himself in his mind, refusing to accept what was happening. He focused on the life he’d lost, and his dads who would no doubt why he never came back to them.

After what felt like a lifetime, the god finally let him go.

Well, they didn’t. But they’d stopped kissing him in favor of picking him up.

XD laid him down on the altar.

Fundy blinked, holding onto one of XD’s hands out of fear. The god chuckled at the “endearing” display. “H-hey… the wedding’s over, ya? Time to head home, right? W-what are you doing?”

“The ceremony is not yet over, my star.” XD tilted their head, “You are still mortal.”

Any thread of cooperation they had established broke with that proclamation. Fundy screamed, pushing himself away from the altar just as a series of golden chains rose up from its sides. They wrapped around his arms and his legs, pulling him back down on the altar’s marble surface. He wailed, tears slipping past his eyes. He thought he’d only endure it for this lifetime, that the god would have no choice but to give him up to death at some point in the future. XD watched his struggle, summoning an intricate dagger. “Don’t worry, my sweet fox, I shall make it painless.”

“I OBJECT!”

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George pushed past the leaven doors, not caring that the action caused the whole entrance way to collapse to a flimsy pile of autumn leaves. He stood at the end of the wedding venue, drenched from the rain. His heart beated loudly in his chest, his ears ringing as he made his way down the aisle. Wilbur was still by the entrance. George had told him to wait before he actually entered.

“Papa—” Fundy’s scream was cut off with a hand, the god having swiveled around to face whoever had dared to ruin their perfect day. George kept walking down the aisle, anger racing through his bones. His son looked so frightened. He clearly didn’t want to be marrying the god.

“Let him go, XD.”

“Why ever shall I do such a thing, my dearest friend, Georgenotfound? I have no intention of ever letting my newly wedded husband leave me. My old friend, I believe you are a few seconds too late. Fundy and I are married.” He heard Fundy scream out a protest, muffled by the hand that the god had left. George could see the tears on their son’s face, and his gaze turned towards the dagger that the god was carrying. He took the chance to look behind him, catching Wilbur’s pale gaze. His husband was looking at the dagger. “Leave before I cast you out. You are tresp—”

“I’ll take his place.”

The only sound that could be heard was Fundy’s fit of screaming. Wilbur was silent. XD had merely tilted their head, the god’s cold gaze meeting George’s eyes, piercing right through the goggles that he wore. He swallowed down the sickness he felt at the thought of marrying the go. XD had been his best friend once, and George had never thought of them in any other way. But the god had taken his friendship as romantic affection. “Fundy doesn’t love you.” The god reeled back, the ‘XD’ carved symbol on their head disappearing, only to return as golden chains that surrounded their white spherical head. “You and I know he doesn’t love you, and neither did I.”

George shook his head, “But I am willing to stay with you if you let him go.”

He met his son’s eyes, holding Fundy’s gaze for as long as he could. He worried it might be the last time they’d ever see each other again… if it went wrong… George shook his head. It won’t go wrong. He turned back to the god, the chains still present. “We could pretend like nothing has changed. I could stay here with you for all of eternity. We could be friends again, you and I. It must have been lonely when I left. You were never really great with making friends with others. We could try again. Just you and me, stuck in this forest forever. Like how it used to be. I won’t run away anymore. I won’t leave you ever again. Let Fundy go, and I’ll stay with you forever.”

The god was silent. For a moment, George thought they would agree. Then the ground disappeared from underneath him and a large hand was painfully gripping him by the leg. “No.”

Sharp cold pierced through his leg. The god glared down at him, “You are nothing to me.”

XD looked over at Fundy, “He… He is everything to me now.”

George placed his arms over his head, preparing himself for the fall. He heard the loud screech, and then his leg was free. He closed his eyes, but instead of hard earth, he fell into a pair of warm arms. He opened his eyes, embarrassingly laughing once he’d realized that Wilbur had caught him. His husband placed him back down, looking at his leg with worry when George stumbled. It wasn’t broken, but XD’s sharp cold magic would keep him from properly walking for a while.

Wilbur helped him away from the angered god. George looked up, watching as the hand that was previously holding him rotted away. XD screeched, turning to them, their golden chains glowing with a blinding light. A scythe appeared within view, striking the wish god right on their face.

The Goddess of Death entered the wedding venue, a disappointed look in her eyes.

“You should have let my grandson go, God of Wishes.”

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Ambiguous ending but uh... I have preferred ending and it's def not the bad one.

Clarification for the title (which can't be seen here but is in the ao3 version): So a sunshower is a weather phenomenon where it is raining despite there still being sunshine. While the rain is not as heavy as a storm, I changed the rain here to be that like a rainstorm despite the sunlight that is still present. The reason for this is because where I'm from (or at least according to my mother) when a sunshower happens, that means a kapre and a white lady are getting married (or well, other Filipino mythological legends are getting married).

I just think with XD here being a somewhat monster of a god... well, poor Fundy having to marry him.

The sunshower is basically an indication here that a god is getting married, that's why Mumza asked Wilbur if he was getting married (also Wilbur is the god of music here, not all that powerful against a wish god).

#fundy #dreamxd #dreamwastaken dsmp #fundywastaken #fundXD #wilbur soot #georgenotfound dsmp #georgebur #goddess of death kristen #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp

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