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descendantsramblings · 11 days ago
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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)
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descendantsramblings · 7 months ago
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Height Difference
James Hook x Tall!GN!Reader
Headcanons
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Note: as a 5’10 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 didn’t work out the way he had hoped
See, the realization kicked in that he couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 “reward” 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 shoes’ added height
In this moment, he wasn’t 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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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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happy late halloween! here’s jaylos dressed as mavis x johnny 🧡
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.
I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.
Ya’ll 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 I’m not being nuanced.
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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yeah
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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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 Hades’ dresses because I loved them
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@skellseerwriting it’s here :)
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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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!!
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Is this anything?
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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Is this anything?
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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BTS | D4 VKs
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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I’m gonna be Hook, Hades, and Red (currently, I may have to switch into Ella because the dress needs someone more top heavy) but here’s the pulls for everyone else for the modeling thing
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Uliana ^ (she’s getting a seashell necklace)
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Mali^ (she has a black cloak so we can invert her colors because she was a PROBLEM CHILD to figure out)
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Ella ^ (we have a gold tiara to go with it)
And those are all one model
Andddd
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Chloe ^ (right now she gets a sword as her prop)
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Bridget ^ (she’s getting her card fan which is so annoying to paint)
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And who y’all care about, Morgie ^ (either he’s getting tulle draped around his neck or a chocker we’re still working on it)
Bonus: Morgie on because i said I didn’t want him
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As always @skellseerwriting here’s your update! The shoot is Wednesday so I should be able to post it by Thursday!!!
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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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 😔 back to the board with him
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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Of course!! I’m hoping to get the girl’s other looks when she sends out what three outfits we each get and I’ll 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 it’s got a train to reference his sleeves
Also @skellseerwriting we’re using your suggestion of a boa for Hades but we’re using tulle instead of a boa
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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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 it’s got a train to reference his sleeves
Also @skellseerwriting we’re using your suggestion of a boa for Hades but we’re using tulle instead of a boa
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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I’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense or sounds weird😭 but can u write morgie x glinda the good witch’s daughter and there’s like a “pink goes good with green” moment? I’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense😖😖
No you made perfect sense, sweetheart! Even if it didn’t I’d find something to do with your prompt and let you tell me you hated it and want me to try again if I didn’t get your vision. This is a cute prompt, I’m 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
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    As luck would have it, Merlin Academy’s walls only held two students who happened to be the children of sorcerers. Ironically though, as the school’s 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, you’d only want the best for the pages about it. And don’t get him wrong, Morgie loves magic. He loves being a sorcerer and he’s excited to have a whole two pages dedicated to sorcery. But to work with (Y/n)? He’s not as sure he’s excited about that, actually there’s 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.  
    The bubble of pink joy that was the school’s only sorceress seems to float around the place, the movements being nearly mesmerizing. It’s oddly similar to her mother and Morgie can’t help but find some sort of jealousy in it. How was it seemingly so easy for her to connect into her mother’s energy and magic when he never felt like he deserved his own mother’s 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. 
   Not that that matters though, how could it when she’s 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 “Caring for Magic Creatures” and “Honors Alchemy” 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, “Well, with the way we dress our spread is going to be a visual nightmare to put together.” It causes the sorceress across from him to scrunch her brows, “What do you mean?” With a vague gesture that seems somewhere close to a wave he references to both of their outfits, “Well you know the green and gold with the pink and silver. Totally clashes, it’ll be a nightmare to take pictures of.” It earns him a giggle, her head shaking as she smiles at him, “No it’ll look great, pink goes great with green, they’re complimentary colors. Trust me, we’ve got this.” Something in him begs to argue with her, but he can’t. Not when she’s looking at him like that. 
   So he nods, pulling the notebook in front of him closer with a smile, “Well then, Madam Good Witch, what are you thinking of writing on this page?” She smiles, looking at him as she absent-mindedly doodles little flowers in the margins of her notebook, “Well, obviously we need to explain what makes being a sorcerer different from other magic users, then I was thinking we could talk about our mothers’ legacies. You know, a good magic versus black magic sort of thing.” Morgie hates the idea, the last think he wants to do is praise his mother and her legacy, but surely that’s 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? ăƒ»â”†âœŠÊšâ™ĄÉžâœŠ â”†ăƒ»     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? He’s got his hands on top of hers, holding his camera as he points it towards the school, coaching her through how to use it. She’s 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.  “Okay, now you feel that little wheel at the top of the left side? Slide it until the words on the sign are legible.” She nods, following his instructions, her thumb brushing over his in a ghostly fashion with each movement. “Okay, now what?” “Now, press the button that I put your right index finger on.” He hears the shutter click, her finger dipping down under his as he puts the lightest pressure on it. “There you go! Now, when you do it for pictures of me, you won't need to focus it in as far, just make sure I’m not blurry and you can handle the rest. I believe in you.”
   (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. She’s 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. “You know, you need to hold the camera up to take my picture, right?” “Right, yeah,” and she lifts it back up, focusing the camera in on him, just to drop it again, “Hold on.” The girl's mary janes make a sweet little tapping sound on the concrete as she approaches him, slow and gentle as if she’s sure he’ll startle off like a hurt animal, “Just let me-" A hand comes up to Morgie’s face, softly sweeping a few stray hairs back into the shellacked style he tends to keep it in. “There, that’s better,” 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, doesn’t it? She smiles to herself, letting the shutter of the camera click as she captures that boyish smile and his freshly fixed hair eternally. 
    “Okay, I want to take one more, do you want to do a different pose?” 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. “How’s this?” It earns him another one of those bubbly giggles, the girl softly shaking her head, “If you’re going to pose like that, your face better give me attitude, le Fay.” “Oh, I have attitude, don’t you worry about that.” With dramatics he’s 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 he’s 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 can’t 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 can’t 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? 
   “Alright,” he’s catching his breath as he reaches an arm out to her, “It’s my turn, give me my camera.” 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. “And if I had to give attitude, you better be able to bring it, (Y/n).” Both teens share this cheesy smile for a moment, then Morgie winks, and backs away from her, “I’m serious, you better pose for me.” 
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    When they first got this assignment, any time that Morgie didn’t 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)’s 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 didn’t 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 can’t 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 didn’t know how he felt about her two months ago, he seemed oddly lonely without her presence. 
    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 couldn’t help but to crave. Morgie should be embarrassed, he shouldn’t 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 she’s 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 doesn’t expect anyone to be in Madam Jinx’s 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. She’s 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 year’s "Excalibur" to a t. “What are you doing in here this late?” 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. “Don’t scare me like that.” He whispers a sorry in her ear, leaning over her shoulder to look at the pages. 
    “Try alternating the pictures and the bodies of text, and put the explanation of what a sorcerer is over the top of both pages.” She hums, tilting her head as she picks up the pieces just to drop them back down again, “Show me?” Morgie picks up the picture of him smiling, just to move it aside and grab the picture of him smoldering. “First of all, I look better in this one,” there’s 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 it’s 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, “There, how’s that?”
   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 doesn’t pay it any mind though, smiling up at him with a hand slipping onto his cheek, “Morgie le Fay, you might just be a genius, do you know that?” He's not sure if it's the praise or the physical contact, but suddenly he can’t seem to control himself. Not with the way she’s 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 he’s 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. He’s still the first to pull away though, eyes fluttering open as he looks down at her flustered little smile and half lidded eyes. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I-” But she laughs, cutting him off as she softly rubs his cheek with a smile, “It’s just like I told you Morgie, pink goes good with green.”
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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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 💕
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.
I’m also changing it to be that Hades and the crew are freshmen in college since you requested they live together but I’m keeping the rest of your request the same đŸ©”
Also!! It’s 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 it’s so obviously a joke), swearing, reader is shorter than Hades
Word Count: 3.6K
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This shouldn’t feel so hard. She’d left for shows enough times that being in her apartment hadn’t felt like home for years. Then again, it wasn’t just her apartment anymore. (Y/n) Charming hadn’t 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 year’s family day somehow took her from just being her manager and private tutor’s problem to being someone who was loved. Albeit secretly loved but with her job, what else could she be? She’d spent the last year and a half fighting tooth and nail to be loved, to keep something as just her’s and not the media’s. This was a love she couldn’t lose.
Of course, the lifestyles of the rich and the famous must always come with complaining. And her’s 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 that’s how her darling boyfriend somehow managed to become her “bodyguard” 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 didn’t mind being hidden though, Hades had no interest in a bunch of screaming young girls and horny teenage boys knowing who he was. He’d much rather be his girlfriend’s 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 he’d 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 he’d gotten so used to waking up to her humming in the kitchen? This should not be this hard, they’d been long distance for almost two years, why was this so hard?
“You’re sure you can’t come with me?” Her voice is meek from her place against his neck, taking in the rough feeling of his stubble against her cheek as if she’d never feel it again. “My classes start in two weeks, (Y/n).” It makes her whine against him, placing a needy little kiss right over his carotid, “Come for two weeks then. It’ll get you through my kingdom and Corona, that’s something.” His grip tightens on her waist and for a minute she thinks he might be considering it. “Songbird, stop teasing me. You know I need to be here,” his tone is soft, almost longing in a way that pulls on her heart. “Making me leave my heart at home is cruel, my love,” she whines, peppering a few more kisses across the expanse of his neck before she pulls away. Looking over Hades’ 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 can’t 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. “I’m gonna miss you,” her voice is nearly a whine as she breaks away from him and he can’t help the frown that pulls on his lips. “I’ll miss you more, songbird. I’ll be at your Camelot show though, you’ll know where I am in the crowd.” Another whine slips from her lips as she untangles the two of them, “That’s months from now.” “I’ll call,” it’s a promise as he places one last kiss on her forehead and turns her around, “Now go get on that jet before your band comes out to beat me.”
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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 didn’t, 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 he’d 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.
“(Y/n) Charming seen getting cozy with her new Bodyguard” stands out across the cover in a bright and honestly obnoxious yellow and red font. It’s 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. It’s 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 wasn’t a personal moment, as if he wasn’t bleeding his heart out to send her somewhere without him.
“What, pray-tell, is this?” She’s tapping a fingernail against the photo of (Y/n)’s 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, “Well, Uliana, what does it look like?” The girl huffs looking over him as if waiting for something else to follow his words. “Well?” He hums it, giving her a lazy smirk as he looks up. “I knew that little princess hiring you as a bodyguard smelt fishy but really Hades, a popstar? Do you have no self respect?” 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.
“Are you sure that you weren’t just smelling yourself, Uliana? Nothing has been fishy about my arrangements. I make an excellent bodyguard.” The response makes Hook chuckle, cutting his eyes to the god from the magazine, “Bodyguard? What are you protecting her from, Hades? A vibrator?” He knows he shouldn’t, god Hades knows he should watch his mouth, but he’s already buried himself anyway, “Vibrators are friends not foe, Hook.” It comes with a wink, making the pirate laugh harder as he shakes his head. “Hades with the (Y/n) Charming, I always thought it would be me.” Morgie seems to be laughing too, holding the page as he looks it over, “I knew she liked guys taller than her, Hook. Hades though, didn’t expect that one.”
The three boys seeing it as a joke just seems to infuriate Uliana, the girl snatching her magazine back as she glares at him. “Do you think I’m okay with you being with a popstar? A princess popstar at that?” And his brow raises again, sending a glare to the girl as he lazily waves, “Uliana, do you really think I care if you’re okay with my relationship?” She scoffs, leaning forward on the table, resting on her elbows as she looks at him with her own raised brow, “Well you must have, lying to us about being her bodyguard.” Hades rolls his eyes, leaning onto his own arms, “Uliana, I have never cared what you thought of me. Our relationship has been a secret because she doesn’t want the press to put their noses in it, and with your big mouth,” he lets his words fall off. Best to leave the quiet parts to their silence.
It earns a smirk from Hook though, “Oh, so she’s embarrassed of you, aye Lad? None of my lasses ever hid me.” “Yeah, and none of them ever wanted to sail the seven seas with you more than once either, have they, Captain?” He stands up, gathering his belongings with the roll of his eyes, “Now if you don’t mind me, I’m going back to my and my girlfriend’s apartment. She’s supposed to call in an hour and service is shit in this library.”
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To say that (Y/n)’s 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 “so Avril” more than once, absolutely begging for more pictures of the couple. With Hades’ 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 Hades’ 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 she’d throw up for journalists and her fans were loving it. By now she’d seen enough reposts of the photos captioned with lyrics to “Skater boy” 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 weren’t 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 she’d be falling back into the God’s arms, back into their bed. And she’d go crazy if it was anything more. Even then she’s pretty sure she’s going crazy now. As she sits there, makeup artists and hairstylist and her personal stylist running rampant around her, sucking on a Grether’s Pastille from her spot on vocal rest, (Y/n) is both anxious and relieved.
Not that she didn’t enjoy performing, lord only knows that the “Flaming Attraction” tour was her favorite tour she’s been on since she started down this road at thirteen. That playing love songs and dancing with the best backup she’s ever had, in her four outfit changes with her expensive set was enough to keep her flaming heart on fire. But she’s pretty sure she’s never needed her lover this badly in the two years she’s known him. That’s the funny thing about living with someone, isn’t 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 she’s back where she belongs. And that’s enough to put more pep than she’d ever need in her step.
“Someone’s excited,” Janice, her hair stylist, coos while running a hand over her arm and the girl can’t help but smile. “Special guest in the VIP section tonight, right? Isn’t it his first show?” She nods the smile breaking across her face to show her teeth as her phone goes off. The sound of Avenge Sevenfold’s “Hail to the King” 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 she’s on stage, she knows the drill well enough by now. “Hey songbird, I know you’re not allowed to talk but I had to tell you that your openers are shit. That’s all, I can’t wait to see you hit the stage, gorgeous, I love you.” And he’s 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.
“I take it that you’ve explained how vocal rest works to him?” And she nods, raising a brow as if to challenge the man. “My mistake, I should have known you’d have your arm candy trained. You always train them well.” Of course she does, (Y/n) could never be with someone who didn’t understand and respect her schedule, that’s why she and Hades worked so well. It was based on respect, and even if he hated pop music, Hades had an underworld’s worth of respect for her, something she adored. Suddenly there’s a call for them to move to under the stage and this intense bubble of nerves wells up in the princess’s gut. Hades has seen her performances of course, but it was on MTV, never has he seen her live. And yeah he’s 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 she’s 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 she’d soon be up. Then comes the opening track of her first song of the night, and finally “And five, four, three, two.” Her platform begins to rise with the sound of her audio tech’s voice, bringing her into one of the largest crowds she’s 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 it’s 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. “So, for this next song, I’m 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 I’m sure a lot of you know now, ‘Flaming Attraction’ was much more of a literal title than you’d think.” 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.
“So I’m sure some of you can see him, but this actually is someone very special to me’s first show of mine. If you do see him, I’m sure this outfit makes a lot more sense,” 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 lover’s powers and aesthetics against her own. Hand delicately reaching for the sapphire gem held against her neck, “So 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 ‘Flaming Attraction’ I hope you love it as much as I do!”
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. “Okay, this is my favorite bridge I’ve ever written, so if you know it I’m asking you to sing with me right now.” 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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“Camelot, I think you might be the best crowd I had for this entire tour,” she’s beaming into the mic, excitedly tapping a hand against her thigh as she speaks. She’d watched security grab Hades to bring him back behind the stage halfway through her last song. Just this final goodbye and she’d be in his arms. “I’m so serious, I wouldn’t 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?” With her in ear hanging by her head she can hear the thunderous roar her crowd sends to them as they run off stage. “And I would be nothing without my support, can we all thank my insanely talented singers for carrying this tour?” It earns her another round of roaring applause, smiling as they leave. “And where would music be without the band? Let me hear you!” It’s 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, “And I’m (Y/n), consider me Charmed by you Camelot!” She lets herself bow at the waist, beaming to them as she sinks back below the stage. Crouching as she’s 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. “That might have been your best show yet,” her manager coos, smiling at her, “Congratulations Princess.” She smiles back, pulling the woman who’s supported her through it all into a hug. “Thank you, so much.” “Always, you’re my brightest star, (Y/n).” And then they’re 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. “There’s my songbird,” the words prompt her to run to him, arms wide with an equally wide smile. “Hades!” 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. “You did so good up there, songbird. So good, you looked stunning too.” She smiles and he can feel the motion against his skin. “I missed you so much.” “I missed you more,” he moves to press a kiss into her hair, “You hungry?” She pulls away with a confused smile, “Why?” She longs to snuggle back into him, to take in that scent of smoke that lingers around him like he was constantly aflame. Words couldn’t describe how much she’d longed for it while she was away. “I 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 hadn’t had an actual home cooked meal for two months, you’d probably want one.” “You cooked for me?” He laughs, shaking his head as he leans down to peck her lips. “Let’s get you changed and home, yeah?”
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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Whoever requested that Hades x Popstar reader just know this is the most creative request I’ve had while running this account and I’m having the time of my life with it. I love you, I love you so much
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descendantsramblings · 8 months ago
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S back to writing? More likely than you’d think.
Here’s parts of the next two fics I should have published either by the end of today or sometime tomorrow
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Come get y’all’s crumbs ig
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