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Listening to the song for the first time all I could think about was her and Glenda from chucky (god bless)
#my wife and my spouse fr#Iâm not back in my descendants era#she just lives in the back of my mind#descendants#descendants rise of red#nxdia#maleficent descendants#Spotify
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Height Difference
James Hook x Tall!GN!Reader
Headcanons


Note: as a 5â10 woman I constantly have to remind myself while writing that Joshua Colley (and Peder Lindell) is not taller than me, and the same will go for plenty of other readers as well.
I try to keep height completely vague while I write, but I decided I wanted to indulge myself and write specifically about height. So, I made these headcanons for us tall freaks (/aff) to enjoy
Contents & Warnings: No specific height is used, gender neutral reader but reader might be read as fem due to how Hook makes a big deal over you being taller than him
The first time Hook encountered you was the beginning of the school year
Even at that point he had already garnered a reputation for flirting with anyone and anything
Despite that, it took you by surprise one day in the hallway when the young man -out of nowhere- trapped you against a wall
well, he tried to at least
His arms were beside you on the wallpaper in an attempt to keep you in place while he charmed you with his charismatic wiles, but it didnât work out the way he had hoped
See, the realization kicked in that he couldnât lean in and look down at you like he normally did to others
Instead, he found himself tilting his head back to look at your face. It surprised him
You found it amusing, but you didnât want to embarrass him further so you lightly pushed him away to get on with your day
you thought that would be the end if it
You thought that since he realized you were taller than him (and therefore hurting his ego in one way or another) that he would leave you alone
That reality shattered the next day as he intentionally sought you out, just to flirt with you
He would use any opportunity when you were sitting down or similar to have a height advantage against you
But it wasnât just that either; he would do the opposite
He would practically (and sometimes literally) get on his knees and worship you like some divine being, praising your tall stature and regal composure
It flustered you at first, but you grew used to it and eventually found comfort in his constant compliments of your appearance
One particular time you were in the library, looking for certain books for your classes, when you came across Hook trying to reach a book on a high shelf
He immediately looked over at you and told you in a way that sounded almost sarcastic that he needed help, and how you were the perfect height for such a task
It honestly wasnât that far out of his reach, but he acted like you had moved the stars for him (you were pretty sure he had orchestrated the whole thing)
The real kicker was when he attempted to pin you to a bookshelf, aiming for a kiss to ârewardâ you for your help
You had no problem pushing him away
He simply trailed after you
you were not surprised
What did surprise you was when he began giving you gifts (ones that usually were in relation to your height) such as hats or long accessories like scarves that accentuated your tallness
The one that really shocked you was a pair of sick platform boots
In a moment of insecurity, you asked him if it bothered him that you were taller than him
Hook began to pour out how much he loved how tall you were and how much he absolutely wanted to see you tower over him
So you wore the new boots the next day
He was completely head over heels (just like you almost where when you nearly tripped)
One day he asked you if you would trap him against a wall instead, and to your surprise: you obliged
Hook instantly slid his fingers into your hair as you looked down at him; having to really crane your neck with your shoesâ added height
In this moment, he wasnât his usual pompous self. His eyes were filled with nothing but adoration
And you could find no reason within your heart to deny him as you leaned down to kiss him
Maybe the height difference between you two was a good thing after all
Taglist: For James Hook
@lesbpotmurdocklokistan @little-teacupss @mushroomdemon9 @leoisbabygirl
@brokenmilkcrates @eretsupremacy89 @1-queenofpotatoes-1 @elltheawkward @sessa23
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happy late halloween! hereâs jaylos dressed as mavis x johnny đ§Ą


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Fandom is so different now and itâs becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.
I just want to enjoy things. I donât want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.
Yaâll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.
Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.
Fandom is Capitalism now and Iâm not being nuanced.
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So we had an extra model show up (mix up with the owner and the stylist but we shall keep going) so the dresses got a little moved around but we did it!!
(We had to use a commercially available sound and it was done by the owner so take it as you will but here is the link if you want to see)
And here are Hook and Hadesâ dresses because I loved them


@skellseerwriting itâs here :)
#itâs over I did it!#hopefully I can start writing again soon#descendants rise of red#this is about the modeling shoot
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Thank you!!!
I think imma post the link to their account once they post the vid with all 9 dresses so you should be able to see all the dresses!!

Is this anything?
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Is this anything?
#the shoot is literally tomorrow omg#those cards took hourssss#descendants rise of red#neverwonderland#descendants
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Iâm gonna be Hook, Hades, and Red (currently, I may have to switch into Ella because the dress needs someone more top heavy) but hereâs the pulls for everyone else for the modeling thing

Uliana ^ (sheâs getting a seashell necklace)

Mali^ (she has a black cloak so we can invert her colors because she was a PROBLEM CHILD to figure out)

Ella ^ (we have a gold tiara to go with it)
And those are all one model
Andddd

Chloe ^ (right now she gets a sword as her prop)

Bridget ^ (sheâs getting her card fan which is so annoying to paint)

And who yâall care about, Morgie ^ (either heâs getting tulle draped around his neck or a chocker weâre still working on it)
Bonus: Morgie on because i said I didnât want him

As always @skellseerwriting hereâs your update! The shoot is Wednesday so I should be able to post it by Thursday!!!
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Playing in the back room of the bridal shop, somehow Hook is being the problem child of this shoot
The dress we liked the most is 4 sizes too big for our biggest model đ back to the board with him
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Of course!! Iâm hoping to get the girlâs other looks when she sends out what three outfits we each get and Iâll post the dresses for you :)
As of right now I get to be hades for the shoot and the dress we have for Morgie is so perfect itâs got a train to reference his sleeves
Also @skellseerwriting weâre using your suggestion of a boa for Hades but weâre using tulle instead of a boa
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As of right now I get to be hades for the shoot and the dress we have for Morgie is so perfect itâs got a train to reference his sleeves
Also @skellseerwriting weâre using your suggestion of a boa for Hades but weâre using tulle instead of a boa
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Iâm sorry if this doesnât make any sense or sounds weirdđ but can u write morgie x glinda the good witchâs daughter and thereâs like a âpink goes good with greenâ moment? Iâm sorry if that doesnât make senseđđ
No you made perfect sense, sweetheart! Even if it didnât Iâd find something to do with your prompt and let you tell me you hated it and want me to try again if I didnât get your vision. This is a cute prompt, Iâm excited to use it.
Also as per her wiki page, Glinda is a sorceress and not actually a witch so I had such silly idea for this, I love it. Thank you so much for the request anon.
Also, something about them is giving me season 3 Jancy vibes and I adore it, anyway.
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Morgie le Fay x Reader
Pronouns used: she/her/hers
Summary: the most unlikely of students somehow ended up on the yearbook committee and tasked with their own page in it
Warnings: I swear like once, this one is honestly really sweet and fluffy and honestly a little bit (lot bit) cheesy
Word Count: 2.4K
    As luck would have it, Merlin Academyâs walls only held two students who happened to be the children of sorcerers. Ironically though, as the schoolâs requirements for every junior to have at least one extra curricular would have it, both young sorcerers were on the yearbook committee. Morgie le Fay made one hell of a photographer, no one in the school could argue on that and (Y/n) was possibly the best journalist the school had seen. No one should have been shocked that the two would be paired together on the magic section of the yearbook. I mean, in a school made for magic, youâd only want the best for the pages about it. And donât get him wrong, Morgie loves magic. He loves being a sorcerer and heâs excited to have a whole two pages dedicated to sorcery. But to work with (Y/n)? Heâs not as sure heâs excited about that, actually thereâs this odd feeling floating around in his gut as he thinks about it. Not one he seems to be able to recognize and that drives him crazy. Â
    The bubble of pink joy that was the schoolâs only sorceress seems to float around the place, the movements being nearly mesmerizing. Itâs oddly similar to her mother and Morgie canât help but find some sort of jealousy in it. How was it seemingly so easy for her to connect into her motherâs energy and magic when he never felt like he deserved his own motherâs legacy? It was this mind boggling thing that seemed to leave him staring and unsure as to what caused it. Like she was something to be studied in his mind.Â
   Not that that matters though, how could it when sheâs perched in the seat next to him, bubbling off ideas as she talks with her hands. The scent of her sweet perfume taking an overwhelming amount of his attention as she nearly beams at him. Bright features filling up the space at their two person table top as they workshop different layouts for the opening pages. They have a base idea for the layout, and a good grasp on when he needs to pop into classes such as âCaring for Magic Creaturesâ and âHonors Alchemyâ to get good shots. But moving on to do their page seems to put both teens at pause, eyes flickering over each other as if begging the other person to make the first decision.
   Morgie finds himself speaking first, words coming out on a groan that he hopes sounds playful, âWell, with the way we dress our spread is going to be a visual nightmare to put together.â It causes the sorceress across from him to scrunch her brows, âWhat do you mean?â With a vague gesture that seems somewhere close to a wave he references to both of their outfits, âWell you know the green and gold with the pink and silver. Totally clashes, itâll be a nightmare to take pictures of.â It earns him a giggle, her head shaking as she smiles at him, âNo itâll look great, pink goes great with green, theyâre complimentary colors. Trust me, weâve got this.â Something in him begs to argue with her, but he canât. Not when sheâs looking at him like that.Â
   So he nods, pulling the notebook in front of him closer with a smile, âWell then, Madam Good Witch, what are you thinking of writing on this page?â She smiles, looking at him as she absent-mindedly doodles little flowers in the margins of her notebook, âWell, obviously we need to explain what makes being a sorcerer different from other magic users, then I was thinking we could talk about our mothersâ legacies. You know, a good magic versus black magic sort of thing.â Morgie hates the idea, the last think he wants to do is praise his mother and her legacy, but surely thatâs what Madam Jinx is looking for. And when the bright bubble beside you looks so excited she seems like she might burst, how do you tell her no? So he smiles, teeth on shy display and nods, giving into exactly what she wants from him. What else was there for him to do? ă»ââŠÊâĄÉ⊠âă» Â Â Morgie le Fay was no idiot, his camera obviously had a timer, there was no need for anyone else to take his picture. But when she asked to do it, bouncing on her toes with that bright smile, how could he say no? How could Morgie do anything but slide the strap of the camera over her head and gently position her hands over his most prized possession? Heâs got his hands on top of hers, holding his camera as he points it towards the school, coaching her through how to use it. Sheâs smiling, soft giggles escaping her lips as she follows his instructions. Bodies seeming to find a comfortable temperature in the January air against one another. âOkay, now you feel that little wheel at the top of the left side? Slide it until the words on the sign are legible.â She nods, following his instructions, her thumb brushing over his in a ghostly fashion with each movement. âOkay, now what?â âNow, press the button that I put your right index finger on.â He hears the shutter click, her finger dipping down under his as he puts the lightest pressure on it. âThere you go! Now, when you do it for pictures of me, you won't need to focus it in as far, just make sure Iâm not blurry and you can handle the rest. I believe in you.â
   (Y/n) feels slightly cold as Morgie pulls away from her, letting one hand drop from the camera as she pulls it lower on its strap. Her eyes set on watching the boy walk to stand in front of the cobblestones beside them, setting up a blank backdrop for their photos. Sheâs studying him, taking in his green button up and gold scarf, leather clinging to his arms in a way that should clash with the rest of his outfit but instead makes it oddly dashing. With a smile pressed over his lips as he eyes her up and down. âYou know, you need to hold the camera up to take my picture, right?â âRight, yeah,â and she lifts it back up, focusing the camera in on him, just to drop it again, âHold on.â The girl's mary janes make a sweet little tapping sound on the concrete as she approaches him, slow and gentle as if sheâs sure heâll startle off like a hurt animal, âJust let me-" A hand comes up to Morgieâs face, softly sweeping a few stray hairs back into the shellacked style he tends to keep it in. âThere, thatâs better,â she hums, smile laying sweetly on her lips as she backs away, returning to her former spot as she holds the camera back up. Angling it back to his face and twisting the focus ever so slightly. A lip slipping between her teeth to mask her prideful smirk as she realizes the boy is suddenly a twinge more pink than he was when she first went to take his photo, but what was it she said? Pink goes good with green, doesnât it? She smiles to herself, letting the shutter of the camera click as she captures that boyish smile and his freshly fixed hair eternally.Â
    âOkay, I want to take one more, do you want to do a different pose?â He hums, propping a leg up against the wall and bringing a hand to rest on the back of his neck, the other settling on his stomach. âHowâs this?â It earns him another one of those bubbly giggles, the girl softly shaking her head, âIf youâre going to pose like that, your face better give me attitude, le Fay.â âOh, I have attitude, donât you worry about that.â With dramatics heâs tossing his scarf over his shoulder, giving her a once over with a cheeky smirk on his lips, as if he knows he's being outrageously flamboyant. Then the boy lets his face fall to a smolder but from the glint in his eyes, you can feel the way heâs trying not to laugh, something about the mix is nearly intoxicating and (Y/n) finds herself taking two pictures of it, one of him smoldering and one when the dam finally breaks and he canât stop himself from laughing. His posture falling to be so relaxed as he leans, hand on his stomach coming to clutch it as if that will help him recollect himself, and he just looks beautiful. She canât help but question if it would be weird of her to ask if she could keep this one for herself. Just a little memory for the road, right?Â
   âAlright,â heâs catching his breath as he reaches an arm out to her, âItâs my turn, give me my camera.â She slides the strap off of her neck as she approaches him, handing it back as she turns to take his former place against the wall. âAnd if I had to give attitude, you better be able to bring it, (Y/n).â Both teens share this cheesy smile for a moment, then Morgie winks, and backs away from her, âIâm serious, you better pose for me.âÂ
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    When they first got this assignment, any time that Morgie didnât spend with his friends or in required yearbook committee meetings, he was with (Y/n). Answering questions about his mom and her legacy for (Y/n)âs half of the work for their magic spread or eventually, just letting himself exist in her presence. Watching movies or reading trashy tabloids together while they did a face mask. Whatever kept him in her presence worked for him. They made an unlikely duo, Morgie was well aware of that, but something about her made him feel at peace. As if he was safe with her. But that was January and February, when deadlines didnât hang over them as if threatening to fall and crush them. Now as flowers begin to take up every bush on campus and the snow is finally gone, meetings have doubled and Morgie canât seem to find enough time outside of the dark room. Or if he does manage to get out of the dark room -and not have plans with the other villains- (Y/n) is too busy hunched over a type writer or a notepad for him. Considering he didnât know how he felt about her two months ago, he seemed oddly lonely without her presence.Â
    To say that Morgie got too attached would be the understatement of the year. Through every bubbling giggle and gentle brush of her fingers the sorcerer went from being unsure about her to absolutely infatuated with her. She felt safe, of course he craved that, but there was something else. Something intoxicating about her that he couldnât help but to crave. Morgie should be embarrassed, he shouldnât feel this way about her at all, and yet, all he can think about is asking her to the end of the year formal. About a pink tie with his dark suit and a sparkling gown accompanying her glowing complexion. There was nothing to take his mind off of it when he was alone in the dark room like he was now, and he knew better than thinking about his friends like that. At least, he thinks that sheâs his friend. The boy shakes his head, as if the motion can clear his thoughts, hanging up the last of the photos that needs to develop so it can dry. He needed to get out of the dark room, maybe go find Hook or someone else who could occupy the quiet spot in his mind.
    He doesnât expect anyone to be in Madam Jinxâs room when he slips through the door, but to say the sorceress standing over that table was a disappointment would be a lie. He smiles, idling up behind her to peer over her shoulder, eyes flickering over her late night work. Pictures of the two of them are laid out around her, as well as her paragraphs on both of their mothers and what a sorcerer is. Sheâs moving the slips of paper seemingly aimlessly around the scrap book paper in front of her, the pages a muted yellow tone that matched the rest of that yearâs "Excalibur" to a t. âWhat are you doing in here this late?â He keeps his voice soft, careful not to scare her as he lets his hands come to rest on either side of his friend. Effectively trapping her between himself and the surface before her. (Y/n) slightly jumps at the sound of his voice, taking in a sharp inhale as she does. âDonât scare me like that.â He whispers a sorry in her ear, leaning over her shoulder to look at the pages.Â
    âTry alternating the pictures and the bodies of text, and put the explanation of what a sorcerer is over the top of both pages.â She hums, tilting her head as she picks up the pieces just to drop them back down again, âShow me?â Morgie picks up the picture of him smiling, just to move it aside and grab the picture of him smoldering. âFirst of all, I look better in this one,â thereâs a teasing tone hanging off of his words as he places the photo a centimeter away from the outer edge of the left piece of scrapbook paper. Next, shifting the writing about Morgana over until itâs about two centimeters from the inner edge, the words lower down as to avoid any overlap. He does the opposites with her pictures and the information about Glinda, leaving an open space between their two photos with either body of text next to one another. Finally, he takes the paragraph on what a sorcerer was, letting it fall between their pictures, âThere, howâs that?â
   He leans a little further off of her as he speaks, watching as she tilts her head from side to side, taking it in. Then, with that picture perfect smile but no warning she turns on her toes to face him, making Morgie suddenly deeply aware of how close the two of them happen to be. She doesnât pay it any mind though, smiling up at him with a hand slipping onto his cheek, âMorgie le Fay, you might just be a genius, do you know that?â He's not sure if it's the praise or the physical contact, but suddenly he canât seem to control himself. Not with the way sheâs smiling at him and the feeling of her soft palm against his face. Morgie finds himself leaning into her lips, eyes fluttering shut as he kisses her. The motion is soft and gentle and just as he realizes what heâs doing, he goes to pull away. (Y/n) starts kissing back though, her other hand coming up to his neck and pulling him ever so slightly closer, effectively keeping the boy against her lips. Heâs still the first to pull away though, eyes fluttering open as he looks down at her flustered little smile and half lidded eyes. âIâm so sorry, I donât know what came over me, I-â But she laughs, cutting him off as she softly rubs his cheek with a smile, âItâs just like I told you Morgie, pink goes good with green.â
#descendants#descendants rise of red#descendants imagines#descendants fanfiction#descendants x reader#morgie x reader#morgie le fay#morgie le fay x reader
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Hi, i love your writing, could you do Hades x AK reader where reader is the sister of one of the AK but she doesn't go to Merlyn Academy because she is a famous singer, just like Taylor Swift or Ariana Grande, and she started daiting Hades after meeting him on family day.
They're relationship is a secret because reader doesn't want paparazzi to know her secret life, but one day they where on a date before readers tour and the paparazzis take photos on them. The next day all Merlyn Academy knew about Hades and reader and the VK didn't want to know anything about him because they fell he betray them but he didn't care.
At the end of the day Hades is at the backstage of your tour and is watching you sing, specially the loves songs reader write about him, when the tour end reader is running throw backstage, like Taylor with Joe at the reputation tour, and when she finds him she kiss him and they go to they're apartment.THANKS đ
This might actually be the most creative request I have ever gotten. I really have to hand that to you, respect where respect is due.
Iâm also changing it to be that Hades and the crew are freshmen in college since you requested they live together but Iâm keeping the rest of your request the same đ©”
Also!! Itâs a early 2000s AU so for my own personal enjoyment, Sue me ig
Hitting Every Mark
Hades x Charming!Reader
Pronouns Used: she/her/hers
Summary: turns out she never had anything to worry about with her fans; they love her partner as much as she does
Warnings: secret relationships, pet names (yes Hades calling her songbird is a reference to Hadestown), Hook and Hades are being vulgar at one point (mentions of vibrators but itâs so obviously a joke), swearing, reader is shorter than Hades
Word Count: 3.6K
This shouldnât feel so hard. Sheâd left for shows enough times that being in her apartment hadnât felt like home for years. Then again, it wasnât just her apartment anymore. (Y/n) Charming hadnât felt at home in years. She and her parents were never all that close, their precious crown Prince was always away at some sort of boarding school, there was really no home to go to. Not with Christopher in classes in Camelot, and yet, somehow going to see him is what granted her that feeling of home again. His Junior yearâs family day somehow took her from just being her manager and private tutorâs problem to being someone who was loved. Albeit secretly loved but with her job, what else could she be? Sheâd spent the last year and a half fighting tooth and nail to be loved, to keep something as just herâs and not the mediaâs. This was a love she couldnât lose.
Of course, the lifestyles of the rich and the famous must always come with complaining. And herâs came in the form of paparazzi waiting outside an amusement park. Of course people would recognize her there, it was her mistake thinking that sunglasses and a snapback would be enough to mask who she was. And thatâs how her darling boyfriend somehow managed to become her âbodyguardâ at least on paper. No need to screw with their reputations. For the daughter of the Charming line to be with a villain was blasphemous, and how would her fans feel about her dating the god of the underworld? Her PA had warned her enough that Hades would never be good for her image. He didnât mind being hidden though, Hades had no interest in a bunch of screaming young girls and horny teenage boys knowing who he was. Heâd much rather be his girlfriendâs partner from the comfort of their own bubble. Even if that meant he had to hear his friends be some of the horny teenage boys that talked about his girl. Morgie and Hook seemed to take some odd satisfaction in arguing over which of them could actually get her to say yes to going out with them, not that either boy was her type. Then there was the idea of Maleficent and Uliana and how much they seemed to hate every pop girl in the media. Hades is sure heâd snap on them if they spoke ill of his girlfriend knowing how much he loved her.
Standing there in that airport though, her face nuzzled into his neck like it was every night for the past two months, Hades wishes he could scream out his love for her from the rooftops. How was he meant to make it two months with nothing but sporadic calls from her when heâd gotten so used to waking up to her humming in the kitchen? This should not be this hard, theyâd been long distance for almost two years, why was this so hard?
âYouâre sure you canât come with me?â Her voice is meek from her place against his neck, taking in the rough feeling of his stubble against her cheek as if sheâd never feel it again. âMy classes start in two weeks, (Y/n).â It makes her whine against him, placing a needy little kiss right over his carotid, âCome for two weeks then. Itâll get you through my kingdom and Corona, thatâs something.â His grip tightens on her waist and for a minute she thinks he might be considering it. âSongbird, stop teasing me. You know I need to be here,â his tone is soft, almost longing in a way that pulls on her heart. âMaking me leave my heart at home is cruel, my love,â she whines, peppering a few more kisses across the expanse of his neck before she pulls away. Looking over Hadesâ face as if she was debating something.
It was an airport right before fall semester started at every university in the area, surely no one would think twice about two eighteen year olds kissing goodbye in the middle of it, would they? No way anyone would care to notice how cozy (Y/n) Charming was getting with her bodyguard, right? Whether it be stupidity or need, she canât help but reach for his face, palm pressed into day old stubble as she tips onto her toes, leaning into warm and soft lips. The kiss is slow, his hands on her hips to hold her still as her other hand finds his neck. Needy and yet somehow as steady as every good morning kiss the two have shared since Hades moved in with her. âIâm gonna miss you,â her voice is nearly a whine as she breaks away from him and he canât help the frown that pulls on his lips. âIâll miss you more, songbird. Iâll be at your Camelot show though, youâll know where I am in the crowd.â Another whine slips from her lips as she untangles the two of them, âThatâs months from now.â âIâll call,â itâs a promise as he places one last kiss on her forehead and turns her around, âNow go get on that jet before your band comes out to beat me.â
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Hades should have known better than letting himself genuinely kiss the woman he loves in public. He should have been smarter, said goodbye to her in his car. But he didnât, he let himself fall into blind trust. It was college season, he should have been just another young adult blending into the crowd. Of course not though, not when paparazzi was looking for his girlfriend everywhere. He should have known being with someone on the same level as Britney Spears and No Doubt would mean heâd never be safe from the public eye again. And yet, when Uliana throws that trashy tabloid down in front of him, Hades still holds some form of shock.
â(Y/n) Charming seen getting cozy with her new Bodyguardâ stands out across the cover in a bright and honestly obnoxious yellow and red font. Itâs coupled with a picture of them kissing in the airport, his hands planted firmly on her hips as she damn near hangs off his neck. Itâs a touch less cozy and a lot more needy to see from the outside than it had felt to the two of them. And he feels a little sick knowing someone felt that they had the right to take pictures of the two of them like that. As if that wasnât a personal moment, as if he wasnât bleeding his heart out to send her somewhere without him.
âWhat, pray-tell, is this?â Sheâs tapping a fingernail against the photo of (Y/n)âs face with a raised brow. Glaring down at Hades as if he committed some crime against her. He raises an eyebrow, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest as he flares at her, âWell, Uliana, what does it look like?â The girl huffs looking over him as if waiting for something else to follow his words. âWell?â He hums it, giving her a lazy smirk as he looks up. âI knew that little princess hiring you as a bodyguard smelt fishy but really Hades, a popstar? Do you have no self respect?â He watches as Hook and Morgie seem to circle in now, eyeing the tabloid that sits on the library table before him with oddly proud smirks on their faces.
âAre you sure that you werenât just smelling yourself, Uliana? Nothing has been fishy about my arrangements. I make an excellent bodyguard.â The response makes Hook chuckle, cutting his eyes to the god from the magazine, âBodyguard? What are you protecting her from, Hades? A vibrator?â He knows he shouldnât, god Hades knows he should watch his mouth, but heâs already buried himself anyway, âVibrators are friends not foe, Hook.â It comes with a wink, making the pirate laugh harder as he shakes his head. âHades with the (Y/n) Charming, I always thought it would be me.â Morgie seems to be laughing too, holding the page as he looks it over, âI knew she liked guys taller than her, Hook. Hades though, didnât expect that one.â
The three boys seeing it as a joke just seems to infuriate Uliana, the girl snatching her magazine back as she glares at him. âDo you think Iâm okay with you being with a popstar? A princess popstar at that?â And his brow raises again, sending a glare to the girl as he lazily waves, âUliana, do you really think I care if youâre okay with my relationship?â She scoffs, leaning forward on the table, resting on her elbows as she looks at him with her own raised brow, âWell you must have, lying to us about being her bodyguard.â Hades rolls his eyes, leaning onto his own arms, âUliana, I have never cared what you thought of me. Our relationship has been a secret because she doesnât want the press to put their noses in it, and with your big mouth,â he lets his words fall off. Best to leave the quiet parts to their silence.
It earns a smirk from Hook though, âOh, so sheâs embarrassed of you, aye Lad? None of my lasses ever hid me.â âYeah, and none of them ever wanted to sail the seven seas with you more than once either, have they, Captain?â He stands up, gathering his belongings with the roll of his eyes, âNow if you donât mind me, Iâm going back to my and my girlfriendâs apartment. Sheâs supposed to call in an hour and service is shit in this library.â
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To say that (Y/n)âs fans went crazy to finally know who her muse had been for her last album would be an understatement. They had been grasping at straws, throwing out guesses of actors and princes and pop stars she was friends with, just graveling for who it could be. But for their bubblegum pop princess to be with a punk, especially for that punk to be the god of the underworld? They were going crazy. And her PA had apologized to her personally, because they loved Hades. Twitter had called their relationship âso Avrilâ more than once, absolutely begging for more pictures of the couple. With Hadesâ permission -which he granted way more readily than she expected- the princess had posted a few pictures the couple took on her digital camera. One of him kissing her cheek, one Christopher took of her thrown over Hadesâ shoulder at the beach, one they took the night he asked her to be his girlfriend, the two of them dressed up and standing in the mirror of her bedroom. They were all so domestic with real smiles, not the ones sheâd throw up for journalists and her fans were loving it. By now sheâd seen enough reposts of the photos captioned with lyrics to âSkater boyâ to know that there was never a real reason for her to worry.
Something about their love for her relationship made performing the songs feel even more special, more personal. They werenât just secret love songs anymore, they had a face. They had as much of a home as she did, and the fans knew it. Part of her should be terrified, she knows that. Hades was being led to the slaughter the second he agreed to be posted to her Twitter and yet, he still said yes. He told her to put his neck on the chopping block, allowed himself to be seen and vulnerable, and that was a sacrifice on its own. Now her tour had one last performance until sheâd be falling back into the Godâs arms, back into their bed. And sheâd go crazy if it was anything more. Even then sheâs pretty sure sheâs going crazy now. As she sits there, makeup artists and hairstylist and her personal stylist running rampant around her, sucking on a Gretherâs Pastille from her spot on vocal rest, (Y/n) is both anxious and relieved.
Not that she didnât enjoy performing, lord only knows that the âFlaming Attractionâ tour was her favorite tour sheâs been on since she started down this road at thirteen. That playing love songs and dancing with the best backup sheâs ever had, in her four outfit changes with her expensive set was enough to keep her flaming heart on fire. But sheâs pretty sure sheâs never needed her lover this badly in the two years sheâs known him. Thatâs the funny thing about living with someone, isnât it? Your want grows to become need and the need twists into desperation. And now as a tear away gown is being fastened over her little two piece set, lashes being pressed to the underside of her lash line, she only has two hours until sheâs back where she belongs. And thatâs enough to put more pep than sheâd ever need in her step.
âSomeoneâs excited,â Janice, her hair stylist, coos while running a hand over her arm and the girl canât help but smile. âSpecial guest in the VIP section tonight, right? Isnât it his first show?â She nods the smile breaking across her face to show her teeth as her phone goes off. The sound of Avenge Sevenfoldâs âHail to the Kingâ filling the room as she fumbles for the hot pink Razor that sits on her vanity, pulling against the hands on her hair. Flicking it open and pressing it to her ear with the cheekiest smile the stylists have ever seen on her face. She offers up a hum, which that alone is enough to make her vocal coach cut her a look. No speaking until sheâs on stage, she knows the drill well enough by now. âHey songbird, I know youâre not allowed to talk but I had to tell you that your openers are shit. Thatâs all, I canât wait to see you hit the stage, gorgeous, I love you.â And heâs hanging up as quickly as he called, the girl flicking her phone back closed as she looks at her vocal coach, this knowing and petty smile on her lips.
âI take it that youâve explained how vocal rest works to him?â And she nods, raising a brow as if to challenge the man. âMy mistake, I should have known youâd have your arm candy trained. You always train them well.â Of course she does, (Y/n) could never be with someone who didnât understand and respect her schedule, thatâs why she and Hades worked so well. It was based on respect, and even if he hated pop music, Hades had an underworldâs worth of respect for her, something she adored. Suddenly thereâs a call for them to move to under the stage and this intense bubble of nerves wells up in the princessâs gut. Hades has seen her performances of course, but it was on MTV, never has he seen her live. And yeah heâs heard her sing, to him and him alone. Listened to her play guitar from the couch or their bed as she wrote. Never has he been the same room as her like this, she was terrified.
As fast as the thought enters her head sheâs forced to push it back. Crouched under her stage, bedazzled microphone in hand as she sends one last smile to her team. Her in ear begins to beep, a warning noise that sheâd soon be up. Then comes the opening track of her first song of the night, and finally âAnd five, four, three, two.â Her platform begins to rise with the sound of her audio techâs voice, bringing her into one of the largest crowds sheâs ever played. The pop princess forces a smile to her face and raises her microphone, her show must go on, right?
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As the second act of her three act show reaches itâs final song, (Y/n) finds herself climbing into the railings of her flying stage. Baby blue acoustic guitar in hand as her dancers lock the cage around her, successfully securing her into the mechanism. âSo, for this next song, Iâm going to ask something of you. If you have a lighter or any type of flashlight tonight, do you think you could put it up for me? Just for this song? As Iâm sure a lot of you know now, âFlaming Attractionâ was much more of a literal title than youâd think.â The words come with a giggle, watching her crowd light up in little blips of flames and led lights. Eyes patiently searching until they find the VIP section. That electric blue flicker making her smile impossibly wider as she stares.
âSo Iâm sure some of you can see him, but this actually is someone very special to meâs first show of mine. If you do see him, Iâm sure this outfit makes a lot more sense,â she giggles again waving down to reference over herself. With a soft shimmy of her hips she shows off the dress. A black satin number with blue tulle that races up her legs in an imitation of flames. Doing the best she could to imitate her loverâs powers and aesthetics against her own. Hand delicately reaching for the sapphire gem held against her neck, âSo this song up until about a week before release was going to fully be acoustic, but my team and I decided it was best to give it a full production last minute. This is the original production of âFlaming Attractionâ I hope you love it as much as I do!â
It takes just about all her willpower not to focus on Hades the entire song. Eyes steady flickering to the electric blue flames that inspired the very song she was singing. An odd sense of pride welling in her chest everytime she looked at him. He was there, actually genuinely there, with no goal but seeing her shine. As she nears the bridge she pauses, pulling her mic closer. âOkay, this is my favorite bridge Iâve ever written, so if you know it Iâm asking you to sing with me right now.â And this time, as she lets herself focus on him, smiling as she sings a cheesy little love song about how he lit her heart on fire with burning desire.
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âCamelot, I think you might be the best crowd I had for this entire tour,â sheâs beaming into the mic, excitedly tapping a hand against her thigh as she speaks. Sheâd watched security grab Hades to bring him back behind the stage halfway through her last song. Just this final goodbye and sheâd be in his arms. âIâm so serious, I wouldnât want to finish this tour with anyone else! Can you give me that last bit of your energy real quick and give my amazing dancers a round of applause for their insane work on this tour?â With her in ear hanging by her head she can hear the thunderous roar her crowd sends to them as they run off stage. âAnd I would be nothing without my support, can we all thank my insanely talented singers for carrying this tour?â It earns her another round of roaring applause, smiling as they leave. âAnd where would music be without the band? Let me hear you!â Itâs no shock to her that the band gets the loudest cheers, they basically had their own mini fandom beneath her. A large smile plasters itself across her face, smiling to her crowd, âAnd Iâm (Y/n), consider me Charmed by you Camelot!â She lets herself bow at the waist, beaming to them as she sinks back below the stage. Crouching as sheâs lowered down she slides further beneath her stage.
Her team is on her the second she rights herself, taking her mic and inears. Slipping the straw in a bottle of water into her mouth and toweling sweat off of her dewy face. âThat might have been your best show yet,â her manager coos, smiling at her, âCongratulations Princess.â She smiles back, pulling the woman whoâs supported her through it all into a hug. âThank you, so much.â âAlways, youâre my brightest star, (Y/n).â And then theyâre untangling from each other, headed down the stretch of hallway to her dressing room. A figure waits in the hallway, leaned against the wall in leather and wife beater, smile plastered on his face. âThereâs my songbird,â the words prompt her to run to him, arms wide with an equally wide smile. âHades!â He pushes himself off the wall, stretching his arms open for her to run right into them.
By god does she, nearly throwing herself against him, face nuzzling into his neck as her arms wrap around his torso like he was a life saver. His arms curl around her, holding her against his chest as he leans against her hair. âYou did so good up there, songbird. So good, you looked stunning too.â She smiles and he can feel the motion against his skin. âI missed you so much.â âI missed you more,â he moves to press a kiss into her hair, âYou hungry?â She pulls away with a confused smile, âWhy?â She longs to snuggle back into him, to take in that scent of smoke that lingers around him like he was constantly aflame. Words couldnât describe how much sheâd longed for it while she was away. âI put the slow cooker on when I got home from class today, there should be a fully cooked roast waiting on you. I assumed you hadnât had an actual home cooked meal for two months, youâd probably want one.â âYou cooked for me?â He laughs, shaking his head as he leans down to peck her lips. âLetâs get you changed and home, yeah?â
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Whoever requested that Hades x Popstar reader just know this is the most creative request Iâve had while running this account and Iâm having the time of my life with it. I love you, I love you so much
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S back to writing? More likely than youâd think.
Hereâs parts of the next two fics I should have published either by the end of today or sometime tomorrow


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