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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh.

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n. I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

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shewhowantsmouseears · 7 years

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Love Like Lava, 16

Notes: As always, major thanks to my fantastic editors Drucilla and BlueShifted! Send them your love and praise!

EEEVERYBODY HURTS... SOOOOMETIIIIMES... Yep, it's the moment we've all been waiting/dreading. While writing the big moment, I had sad Sailor Moon music on repeat - which I do only recommend listening to if you want to feel like your heart is being shredded.

But keep your chin up, folks, 'cause the story's not over yet!

Also, originally in the plans for this story, Mickey did inspire Gyro - but as everything came together, I decided that perhaps it was best to do in a different direction, and I'd like to think it came out better this way.

Summary: For centuries, Mickey kept himself in the dark, believing that's where he belonged. Only now has he been able to step into the light, thanks to the one he loves most. But now that same love threatens to send him back into the shadows of despair.

Even though the grand chariot race was a few days away, the merry town of Ippos was in full celebration. Visitors from all corners of Greece were there to take in the sights and sounds, as merchants put out their grandest riding equipment and breeders trotted out their finest mares. Goofy, Agalma, and Gyro were slightly awestruck by the constant music playing and the eager shouting of excited crowds, and so didn't see their other friends passing right by. Mickey, Minnie, Donald, and Daisy had all decided to come together to take in the town and make plans for the day of the race. This was proving to be difficult as Minnie and Mickey were constantly distracted by everything. Mickey had to be dragged away from the musicians before he could take apart an instrument - as he had wanted to see what made it work – and Minnie kept running off to play with adorable children, loving each and every mortal she came across and wanting to know their whole life story.

After several attempts, Donald and Daisy finally managed to get their excited companions towards the coliseum. Mickey stopped where he was, leaning back to take in its majesty. “Will you look at that,” he murmured quietly, as if no one had ever seen it before. “That's gotta be the tallest building I've ever seen! Are you tellin' me mortals can do stuff like this, without any help from us?” It nearly touched the clouds, with carvings of horses racing around the exterior. Only riders were allowed in for today, with bored guards standing at the wide entrances.

“Isn't it grand!” Minnie exclaimed, running up to touch the walls – or would have, had Daisy not reached out and grabbed her around the chest, lifting her up and then setting her back down.

“Hold your horses! And that's the only horse pun allowed today!” Daisy said in exasperation, loving her friend dearly but already exhausted by Minnie's antics. “We can go in and look, but we'll have to pop out of our mortal forms. They're not letting in anyone in if they don't have a horse.”

“Can we get a horse?” Mickey asked in all seriousness, and instantly Minnie was at his side with the same hopeful look. “Pretty please?”

“No, you can't get a horse!” Daisy snapped, hands on her hips. “It has nowhere to live in that scrawny cave of yours!” She then shot Donald an angry look. “Can I get some help here?”

Donald couldn't resist the temptation. “Sorry, Daisy, I just hate being a neigh-sayer.” He felt the smack on the head was worth it, especially when he heard Mickey and Minnie laugh like giddy children. In all honesty he felt if Daisy wasn't there, he might have well bought both of them horses. Despite the fact they all physically looked like the same age, he felt a constant urge to spoil the mice like they were his own babes. He knew on some level Daisy thought of them the same way, judging by the smile she was clearly trying to fight. “Okay, okay, let's go in and choose where we want to sit. We want the best view!”

“Can we look at the chariots too?” Mickey asked as they headed towards the entrance. The guards were about to block them, but suddenly got an urge to sneeze, and when they looked back up, saw no one. In seconds, they decided no one had been there in the first place, as the foursome casually strolled along inside.

“I bet you could make an absolutely marvelous chariot, Mickey,” Minnie cooed, always at the ready to give Mickey a compliment whether he deserved it or not.

“Maybe I could,” Mickey agreed after a chuckle, having climbed his way out of most of his modesty. “Not sure who I'd give it to, though. Wouldn't have much use of it for myself.”

As they waked down the long gray hallway, Donald glanced back at his nephew. “Say, Mickey, do you ever make anything for yourself? Or is always for other people?”

Mickey gave this some thought, but it didn't take long. “Gee, I always thought it was both. When I make stuff for other folks, it makes me happy. Seein' the look on people's faces... it's like I made those looks! Every time I bring down my hammer, I'm actually creating someone's smile!” He'd long since begun working on projects for Donald and Daisy, but wanted to keep them a surprise. He even had blueprints made up for Goofy, Agalma, and Gyro, and of course he never stopped working on prizes for his dear mermaids and nereids. The concept of making something that would solely benefit or please him had never crossed his mind.

“Oooh, that's like poetry!” Minnie clung to Mickey's arm, squealing in lovey-dovey glee and heaping more praise upon him than he could handle. “You are the sweetest person alive!”

“Aw, shucks. You're the sweet one, Minnie,” Mickey began to blush, Daisy rolled her eyes, and even Donald hoped they would tone down a smidgen by the day of the actual race or it'd be impossible to concentrate on the entertainment. Thankfully they were all distracted when they passed the stables, and spotted the trio of mortals they adored. Agalma was happily brushing Little Helper's mane, earning sighs of contentment from the horse. Goofy was painting the cart, hoping that a few bright colors would help his friends spot him from the audience. Gyro was sitting on top of a wooden crate, jotting down notes on a scroll but then crossing them out and shaking his head.

Donald clicked his tongue and touched his chin, taking a look at the cart. “Doesn't look like much has changed since we last saw it. I guess Gyro still hasn't come up with anything that could help Goofy win the race.”

“You know what he needs?” Daisy walked around, getting behind Mickey and slapping a hand down on his shoulder. “A little inspiration! Get to it, mister poetry.”

Mickey blinked slowly at her, waiting for further explanation. “Huh? What am I supposed to do?”

“You know, inspire him!” Daisy kept pushing him, though she was careful not to go too hard for his damaged leg. “Be his muse! You're the perfect god for this situation.”

“Easy, Daisy, he has no idea what you're talking about,” Donald interrupted, yanking his wife backwards by the hand. He then cleared his throat, enjoying the miniature audience before him and the rare chance to seem intelligent. “All gods, even demi-gods like Daisy, have the power to influence mortals. Depending on what you rule over, you can make them do almost anything. Ares has the power to drive people to fight. Apollo gives them notes for music and lyrics for poetry. I bet if our little Minnie gave someone a nudge, she could encourage folks to fall in love.” At this Minnie stared down at her fingers, in disbelief that she could do such a thing. She was so intrigued and confused by this concept she'd yet to realize how dangerous Donald had come to revealing who she was. “And since you're a mastery of invention, you could give Gyro just what he's looking for, but convince him it's his own idea. All you have to do is give him one poke.” He held up his pointer finger, and Mickey coped the action.

“That's all?” Mickey repeated, looking at his finger, and then back at Gyro, who was regretting chewing on his ink quill – both because he'd destroyed the feather on the quill, and because now his beak was covered in ink. “I come up with the invention, and he'll want to make it?”

Daisy snapped her fingers. “Just like that. And hey, if you keep it up, maybe you'll get your name out there! People can start worshiping you properly like the rest of the gods!”

“Oooh, how exciting!” Minnie grabbed Mickey's hand, squeezing it to her chest. “You could get your own temple! And people would make offerings to you, asking for your help, and everyone would learn how wonderful you are! It's exactly what you deserve!” She was filled with cheer, wanting to turn back into her mortal form so she could run out into the streets and tell everyone to start worshiping the stupendous, marvelous, handsome and brilliant Hephaestus. But she had a feeling if she tried Daisy would be pushed to her limit and put Minnie on a leash. Nevertheless, now she was the one dragging Mickey towards Gyro. “Go ahead! I bet you'll come up with an amazing idea! It'll be you who wins the race instead of Goofy!”

Mickey stumbled as he was led forward, and Minnie let go once he stood right in front of the befuddled bird. She stepped back to watch, and Mickey lifted his finger. At that moment, Gyro laid the scroll down on his lap to take a break, and Mickey could see that in addition to chariot designs and failed ideas, there were drawings of the sea and underwater life, with concepts for round boats and a tube to let you breathe when you were below the ocean's waves. Agalma and Goofy peered over Gyro's shoulders to take a look at his concepts, with Agalma asking why people couldn't breathe underwater and Goofy thinking the helmet was a nifty idea. Mickey looked at all three of them, then at his finger, which apparently held far more power than he could have ever dreamt of.

Donald raised an eyebrow at how long this was taking. “Everything okay there, kiddo?”

“I...” Mickey bit his lower lip, taking a good long look at his surroundings – at the horse that mankind had domesticated, at the coliseum that mortals had built by working together, at the simple cart that was once an ingenious device hundreds of years ago. Mortals had never needed his help in building any of these things or making any of these achievements. “I just... I don't think I should.”

“But why?” Minnie was quickly in his face, worried that her encouragement had somehow hurt someone she cared about once more. “You could get the recognition you deserve!”

“Maybe it's what I deserve,” Mickey admitted, cupping Minnie's cheek to affectionately let her know everything was all right. “But it's not what I want. I don't need mortals constantly praying to me when they can do so many wonderful things all on their own. I shouldn't do their work for them.” Even as he said this Gyro's eyes were lighting up, asking Goofy to repeat himself. Goofy tapped on the idea for a suit for going underwater, but Gyro's mind was going in a different direction. He stood up so suddenly that he accidentally knocked both dogs over, getting into a fevered excitement about a helmet and other ways to protect Goofy during the race. Mickey smiled with genuine warmth to see all of them cheering and congratulating each other, even if they didn't entirely understand what had happened.

“Nah, they don't need my help,” Mickey commented as he put an arm across Minnie's shoulders. “Maybe they don't even need the help of all the other gods too. I don't mind that they don't know me. As long as I've got the folks who really care about me, that's all I need.” Minnie smiled at him, making his resolve even stronger. He was about lay a kiss upon her forehead – and then something occurred to him. He drew back, giving Minnie an odd look, before turning to Donald. “Say...why did you say Minnie had that kind of power?”

Donald had been proud of his distant relative in that moment, and as a result he was wildly thrown off by the inquiry. He'd been told time and time again by Daisy that Mickey didn't know Minnie's godly identity, and while he thought it was a bad idea he agreed not to tell him – on purpose, anyway. Yet apparently he'd let something big slip, and even with white feathers it was clear he was paling. “Uhhh. I say a lot of things! What did I say this time?” He glanced at Daisy for assistance but she was equally panicked, and Minnie was starting to shake.

All of these bizarre reactions weren't answering Mickey's questions – they were only making him more confused. “You said she could make folks fall in love. What kind of goddess could do that?” None of them said anything, unless you counted the stammering “Ummm”s and “Errr”s and “Oh nonononono”s, particularly under Daisy's breath. Minnie swallowed a hard lump in her throat, curling her hands against her heart, afraid to look Mickey in the eyes. “Mickey, I... there's... there's something I've been meaning to tell you, but-”

Never had Minnie been so grateful to hear the sound of a man in pain before. Everyone's heads, mortal and otherwise, whipped around to focus on what sounded like a man – several men – where being pummeled within an inch of their life. The collective group began to run for the source, which turned out to be the open raceway right in the middle of the coliseum. Several horses were running rampant, as their owners were engaged in fisticuffs. In the middle of it were brothers Bouncer and Burger Beagle with their cousin Bombshell – this particular beagle had a scruffy gray beard hiding massive fangs, and his dirty clothes were smeared in mud, grass stains, and pieces of twigs as if he made his home in the forest. Which, seeing as he refused to pay for a shelter, was likely.

“What in the world is goin' on here?” Goofy cried out, amazed to see two pests from home smack dab where he was competing. “You couldn't cause enough trouble back in the village, so you're doin' it here?”

Bouncer saw his enemies from the village and slammed his fists together, grinning manically. “If it ain't our old pals – Piggy and his dumb dame! And Ma wrote about that scrawny rubberneck, he's a perfect addition to the loser squad!” Gyro rubbed his neck, wondering why having a neck made of such a substance would be deemed an insult, while Agalma blew all the Beagles a wet raspberry. Goofy got in front of his companions, arms spread out to protect them in any way he could. The sight of this only made Bouncer laugh harder. “Oh don't you worry, goof! We're settling our score on the raceway! It'll be me versus you – but we wanted to keep it that way, and get rid of all the competition!”

“And Bombshell's gunna help us cheat!” Burger added on, already hungry from doing as little as possible. “And I'm... what am I doing again?”

“Meat-shield,” Bombshell grunted. He was a man of few words, and of many growls and spits.

“Right, that thing! Back home, no one's afraid of us anymore. But the Beagle name is still plenty strong here, so if we say they're out...” He cast a mischievous glare at one of the competitors who had dared enter the grounds, but one look at the trio of troublemakers and he quickly ran in the other direction. Burger laughed at the act of cowardice, but then sighed, rubbing his belly. “Man, all this intimidation and being a real jerk in general works up an appetite.”

“You leave all these innocent people out of this, Bouncer! This race is supposed to be for everyone!” Goofy shook a fist, hoping he wouldn't have to use it. “It ain't nothin' to do with what happened with us!”

“Ain't nothin' is a double negative,” Gyro reminded everyone, but everyone's curt frowns reminded him this was neither the time or the place. “Sorry.”

“Goofy's right,” Agalma huffed, crossing her arms. “If you want to settle things, keep it to yourself! Stop picking on everyone else! You have no reason to hurt these people!”

No, in a rational sense of things the Beagles didn't have any real reason to throw their punches. In fact if they had been allowed to think things through, they would have laid low and waited for a better moment to launch their revenge. But they hadn't been allowed to keep their minds calm, because there in the arena was Pete, keeping himself busy until all of his statues were ready. He knew Mortimer and Gladstone weren't dumb enough to slack off when he wasn't around, if not for the thrill of having Aphrodite return then for the very obvious threat of having their skulls pummeled.

The other four immortals were startled to see him there, with Donald regaining his senses and anger first. “Ares!” he growled, the threat of turning to his smoky form looming. He knew Pete's chosen name, but felt the degenerate didn't deserve one. “Leave them alone!”

Now it was Pete's turn to be startled, seeing the ragtag group of misfits plus the woman he wanted to see. “Well, well, well, just the lady I was lookin' for!” He slapped his hands clean of the affair, letting the Beagles decide for themselves if they wanted to continue brawling. “All right, the rest of you get a move on, she and I need a moment alone.”

Mickey quickly took Minnie's arm, and Daisy stood in front of her friend, poisonous nightshade beginning to dangle from her locks of hair. “If you think I'm leaving you with her for a second,” Daisy huffed, sticking her beak high in the air. “Then you've got less sense than Cerberus! And he's our dog!” A quick pause to Minnie. “Remind me to show you later, he's the cutest thing, he has three heads but each one-”

“God of war, Daisy,” Donald reminded his wife, and she stopped rambling. As for Minnie, any other moment and she would have been happy to see an unusual pet of the gods, but just like last time Pete and Mickey were in the same space, she forgot how to breathe and knew only panic.

Mickey took Minnie's trembling as fear, which it was, but not for the reason he assumed. He released Minnie and took several steps forward, his limp leg lagging, and Minnie made a frightened cry, wanting to keep him away from Pete but had lost the ability to speak. “Listen, Ares.” Mickey stood as tall as his body would allow, causing Pete to snort in amusement. “If Minnie wants to speak to you, she'll say so. But if she doesn't want to, you can't make her. We're just here to have a good time – us and the mortals! There's no need to fight or cause any trouble.”

“Fight? Me?” Maybe Donald could last a few rounds, but the idea of a fight between Pete and all these weaklings was enough to make him laugh, though he tried to muffle it in his palm. He swallowed it down, trying to keep himself calm. “As hard as it might be for any of you to believe, I ain't here for a fight. I need her help, and she's the only one who can do it!” He offered his hand, grinning wide in pride. “Come on, babe, and let's do something amazing!”

Mickey looked back at Minnie to see her response, and she was fervently shaking her head no, trying to walk backwards and drag Daisy with her. “No, no, no, I don't want to help you! I don't care what you need!” They had to leave, they had to get away from this place as soon as possible, they had to go before Pete ruined everything! “Let's just go back to – to Mickey's cave, or the beach, or anywhere!”

Daisy immediately understood Minnie's panic, and helped her turn around so they could make a proper escape. “We can come back for the race. We don't need to waste any time here.” Donald was at her side, ready to teleport them all away if need be.

Except Mickey wasn't moving. “Aw, c'mon guys, don't let him ruin our day!” He wanted to see more of the chariots, more of the fantastic things the mortals had created, and to find out what Gyro's brilliant move had been. “He can't bully us away from here! And we can't leave him to pick on the mortals, that's just not fair!” Pete was quietly pulling his hand back, trying to come up with a way to make Minnie willingly come to his side, but came up with nothing.

The ducks exchanged a worried glance, and Minnie's panic grew stronger with every second. She suddenly pushed Daisy off and ran to Mickey, grabbing his hands and began to desperately plead with him, near to tears. “Mickey, I don't want to stay here!” she begged, her grip so tight it began to feel painful. “Please, we have to leave! Please!” She'd go on her hands and knees if she needed to, and Mickey couldn't be teleported away unless he willingly wanted to go. All she could do was say the word “please” over and over, her body beginning to fall.

Mickey was greatly taken aback by these dramatics, and he tried to lift Minnie up, making gentle shushing noises. “Hey, hey, hey! It's okay!” What had Ares done to Minnie in order to make her break into pieces every time they met? As much as he wanted to learn and explore, these urges were never more important than Minnie's feelings. “Okay, we can go! Just calm down, it's all right...” He cupped Minnie's cheek, keeping her steady and smiling for her. “Like Daisy said, we'll just come back. Everything will be fine, I promise.” He kissed her forehead, but this wasn't a promise he could keep.

It only took a few seconds to teleport a group that large away – but it took even fewer for Pete to sigh in annoyance and say, “So just because she's the goddess of love, she has to love everyone? Even you?”

Fourteen words were all it took to stop the spell, and instead of anyone moving, the four friendly gods were cemented in place – the failed attempt at leaving causing a bizarre draft of wind around the mortals, making them wonder where it came from but forgetting it soon enough. Mickey's warm, kind touch was now cold and stone, the world so still he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He hadn't heard that. He couldn't have heard it. But Minnie wasn't wearing an expression of confusion or disbelief or even surprise – those were hot tears flowing strong down her face, her lips trembling.

“... What did...you say?” Mickey drew out the question as slowly as he could, turning his head back towards Pete, feeling color leave his face.

Daisy grabbed Donald by his robes and began to shake him. “Do something!”

“What am I supposed to do?! Unless he's dead, I can't make him shut up!”

Pete didn't understand all the theatrics going on, nor did he care, for the sound of his own voice was the most important thing of all. “I've been givin' it some thought, about why Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, would hang out with a bunch of rejects. But it makes sense when you use your brain – if she's the goddess of love, she has to love everyone! Even a god with a walking stick.” Saying it out loud made him snicker. “'Course, if you ask me, sounds more like pity than love, but maybe they're related?”

Mickey wanted to hear Minnie say it wasn't true, say that the god of war was the god of lies, that she wasn't Aphrodite – he wanted her to say anything. But Minnie wasn't saying a single word, having dropped to her knees, speechless and floored that all she'd done to hide her secret was undone by a man who didn't know she was keeping a secret in the first place. Mickey's heartbeat became louder as all the little coincidences came together – the odd recognition from his mermaids, her life upon Mount Olympus, and she'd been obviously hiding something from him. But it had been this? He opened his mouth to ask Donald and Daisy – and they weren't surprised either. Daisy had fled to Minnie's side, trying to hold her, refusing to meet Mickey's face. Donald was also avoiding eye contact, rubbing the back of his head and mumbling an apology under his breath.

That made it all worse. “You knew?” he asked breathlessly, his body staggering back. “You knew all this time who she was?! And you never told me? What... what was all this? Were you guys just laughing behind my back the whole time?”

“Of course not!” Daisy hissed, holding Minnie close but Minnie felt more like a rag doll than a girl.

“I would've laughed,” Pete felt his commentary was necessary, and of course it only ignited Mickey's rage further.

“But you knew what Aphrodite did to me!” Mickey was close to screaming, both of his hands clutching his walking stick, his eyes feeling hot and wet. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing him cry, but every ounce of his body was either enraged or in agony. Every sweet memory he had was now tainted, every happy time now in a new light. Had everything been for Aphrodite's amusement? Had he been some toy she could dangle around whenever she was bored? “You knew she told all the other gods we were getting married! Like – like it was some big joke that we'd be together! The goddess of beauty with the ugliest god of all! And it's her fault Pete destroyed my projects!”

“It wasn't like that!” Daisy had to defend Minnie since she was refusing to defend herself, limp and lifeless in Daisy's arms. “She was just... She wasn't thinking...” But how did you defend an action that you knew had been foolish? Was that why Minnie was so silent, unmoving?

Donald made an attempt, walking forward with his hands open. “Mickey, I know it's a lot to take in, but she didn't mean any harm!”

“What about you?” Mickey snarled, wanting everyone to feel as horrible as he did. “You said you wanted to make things up to me! But you went along with her lie! How is that supposed to make up for all the years you abandoned me?” Mickey knew he wasn't being fair, but he was far too angry to rationalize it. “You never cared, none of you ever cared!” It hurt, everything hurt – a goddess who could have everything she ever wanted and she chose to pick on him, to make others play in her games, and he was never needed at all – no, they'd never needed him, no one ever needed him, not his mother, not his father, not his uncle, what had he done to deserve this? He didn't ask to be born so pathetic. “You never needed me, you never loved me!”

At this did Minnie finally snap her head up, her voice agonized and breaking. “That's not true!” she yelled, hands curling up in the dirt, her eyes so blurry with tears she almost couldn't see him. “I do love you! I love you more than anyone and anything in the world! I just wanted to make you happy!”

“Then why didn't you tell me?” Mickey slammed his walking stick hard on the ground, hating how he felt, hating that he didn't want to yell at her, hating that he still wanted to hold her, hating that he still wanted to kiss away her tears. “Why did you never tell me?!”

“Well look how you're reacting!” Daisy spat, the leaves falling off of her hair the only giveaway that she was inwardly as sad as her husband. “You hated Aphrodite before you even met her, how was she supposed to tell you? Would you have given her a chance if told you who she really was?”

Had Pete not been there to say what no one wanted to hear, Mickey would have listened to this sound bit of sense. Maybe he would have even calmed down and tried to understand everything himself. But Pete was there, and he felt himself the wisest of all in the coliseum. “Well, of course he would've,” He said casually, as if a teacher speaking to witless children. “She's the goddess of love. Everyone loves her, and she loves everyone. Shoot, why do you think Zeus gave her that title on day one? You can't help but love her.”

“WILL YOU SHUT YOUR INFERNAL MOUTH, YOU USELESS PILE OF ARMOR?!” Donald's body erupted into his monstrous form, rising up to clutch Pete by the shoulders, fingers digging in sharply. Even Pete, who believed himself to be braver and stronger than all, was initially terrified of this appearance, and so temporarily stopped talking.

Yet the damage had been done, and now Mickey was clutching his chest, genuinely unable to tell the truth. Had his love for her been real? Or had he only been won over by her beauty? Was that why, even now, he wanted to look at her and take her hands and stop her pain? Had any of it been real? Had his happiness been a lie from the start? He began to choke, his mind swirling, and he couldn't control any of his words anymore. “Did... Did you ever really... love me? Or did you just... feel sorry for me?”

“I love you!” Minnie was howling now, almost feral in her grief, not even having enough strength to be angry at Pete. After all, for all of Pete's loud mouth antics, this was a day that had been coming. She had told herself over and over it'd be somewhere past the horizon, set in some place so far away she didn't have to think or plan about it. Was it because the very nature of love was being questioned that she felt her insides torn to shreds? Or for the very simple fact that the one she loved most was looking at her with fear and hate in his eyes? As if she was a monster?

“I've loved you from the moment I saw you!” Even then when he'd been so sad and angry, alone and never knowing his own worth. “Ever since we've met, I've wanted nothing more than to be with you! To make you happy... To make you see how wonderful you are...I wanted to take you out of the darkness.” And it was the fact he would very well return to his life of solitude and self-loathing that hurt the most. She'd taken him out into the light, but now there was a chance he would leave it and return to the shadows. The world was a beautiful, ever changing place and now he could leave it forever, and not get all the precious happiness he deserved.

“Please...don't go away...” Her sobs made speaking difficult, and she crawled on her hands and knees towards him, a trembling hand reaching out towards him. This miserable sight was enough to break Daisy's last defense, and she too began to cry, covering her mouth with her hands. Minnie didn't care how pathetic she looked to anyone, her hand still reaching out to Mickey. “Please believe me... I love you, Mickey.”

Mickey wanted to believe, wanted to take that hand and pretend he never heard anything. But the thought of her touch suddenly sent a hard stroke of fear throughout his body, and he drew back hard, remembering. “Donald – Donald said your touch could make anyone fall in love!”

Donald, being brought back into the travesty, suddenly poofed back into his normal form, and now that he was short again he fell from Pete's shoulders. After a humiliating thud and a smoothing down of robes and feathers, he was quick on his feet. “N-Now wait a minute, Mickey! I never – I mean, I was just – I was guessing! I don't know if she can!”

But it had been all too much for Mickey's mind and heart to take. He couldn't stand to look at any of them – the lies, the betrayal, the humiliation, it was more than love could conquer in one moment. “How can I believe that? How can I believe anything anymore?! I never...” he slammed his arm to his eyes, for the tears were coming and he didn't want them to see it. “I never should have left my cave, I never should have listened to you! I don't need this!”

“Mickey, no!” Minnie had her arms out, but couldn't find the strength in her legs, her very heart ripped out from her chest. “Please, Mickey! I love you!”

“I don't need you!” Mickey slammed his walking stick down again, summoning the will to leave the world once and for all. “I-I-I don't need nobody, and nobody needs me!”

Then he was gone, leaving nothing behind but signs of where his tears had dropped. Of course he'd retreated back to his cave, and only there could he let loose the final screams of his despair, his strangled cries stopping the world of all the Axelias, and he let himself collapse on the floor. They didn't help him up. They weren't programmed to. They were never supposed to give him pity.

Yet years of suffering in silence had never told Mickey the truth – that pity was merely one word for sympathy, and that it was a natural feeling in all conscious beings, as is sadness and anger and love. But even if the Axelias had offered their hands, he would have rejected them, for now he held another feeling that was natural in many living souls – self-hatred. He'd been stupid for thinking he could ever be loved. He'd been foolish for believing he existed for anyone's purpose. He'd been born a reject and he would inevitably die the same way. She never could have loved him. He didn't deserve it.

He didn't deserve it, but even as he sobbed himself to sleep, he wanted her love.

As for Minnie, she fell to the floor as well, a tangled mess of heartache and misery. She wouldn't get to her feet, so Daisy took it upon herself to lift Minnie up into her arms and carry her. To where, she wasn't sure – perhaps the Underworld, or Goofy's village, or her temple. “Oh, Minnie,” Daisy sighed softly, knowing her words weren't reaching her friend but making the futile attempt anyway. “My foolish, silly girl...we'll find a way. We'll try to find a way back to him.” Yet even as she said this she wasn't sure it was possible. She forlornly looked to her husband, hoping he had a better answer, but Donald was in his own pain.

He'd only been trying to abide by Minnie's wishes, but perhaps if he said something earlier – maybe even a hint – he wanted to be a good uncle! He wanted to be better than Zeus! Was this his destiny as the god of death – to bring sadness to all who knew him? He finally met Daisy's eyes, opened his mouth, but then closed it. No, he had no answers for her or himself. Things couldn't be resolved with a few pretty words and fingers crossed. He approached the two, tenderly stroking Minnie's head. “You can stay at our place for a while...just don't eat the pomegranates.”

“Sooo, I'll catch you later, Aphrodite?” Oh yeah, Pete was still there – he'd been waiting until this odd theater had closed its curtains. But it looked like any plans would have to be on hold for another day – maybe tomorrow she'd get over...whatever had just happened. Who cared about losing a good toy? They were a dime a dozen. “Right! Big plans, babe, just you and me! You won't believe what a good idea it is!”

It's said that for some married couples, they can talk without using any sentences. This was true as Daisy glared at Donald who understood her wants right away – and, since her arms were full, he took it upon himself to take off his sandal and throw it at Pete's face. As he rubbed his sore nose, the three vanished. Pete grumbled, wondering but not particularly caring what made them so upset. Maybe it was time he checked up on his statues, and so he too left the arena.

By this time, the Beagles had lost the resolve to continue pointlessly fighting, and so after a few more threats towards Goofy and his friends, they departed. Goofy and Gyro began to help the fallen riders back up, but Agalma was standing by herself, staring off into the distance. Goofy only took notice when he saw her cheeks were wet, and he quickly forgot everything else in the world, jumping to her side. “Agalma! What's wrong?”

“... I don't know,” Agalma replied, curiously touching her face. Strange, she didn't feel sad, or in any pain. “But you're crying too.”

“I am?” Goofy asked, and after he blinked he realized he was. In fact, some of the riders were too – those that were married or those who had loved ones they cared for deeply. Each one was deeply puzzled, as were the newlyweds in the next town over, as were the young couple sneaking out to see each other in a dark forest, as were all who knew love and now knew tears.

Off in Aphrodite's temple, there was a sudden, terrible crack in one wall. Perhaps it could be repaired. Perhaps it couldn't. But no one would know for some time – any urges to pray at these temples were instantly snuffed out. In fact, they couldn't fathom using the temple ever again. Despite all of these strange events taking place, time went on for both mortals as gods, as it always would.

And for now, Mickey's cave was quiet.

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