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suna-reversed · 3 years

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𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

toji fushiguro x reader

You could have anyone you want

Why would you want to be with me?

I’m nothing special

WC- 8k+ || MINORS DNI !!

my fic for the “great conjunction collab”

Warnings/tags- (unprotected sex, oral sex, slight voyeurism, choking, nipple play, mating press, size kink, slight breeding kink) (historical AU, non-canon timeline, greek mythology, hades-persephone retelling, mentions of misogyny/sexism, depression, religion, hurt/comfort, angst, heartbreak, major character injury, descriptions of blood, violence and death, manipulation)

𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖 - 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙

It would be an understatement to say that Toji, despite being one of them, had never felt like part of the clan and had hated the whole Zenin bloodline through all his years of suffering.

And the only thing he hated more than his own blood? It was the damned nobles who looked down upon him- mocking his lack of power under whispers and rumours. The spineless cowards didn’t even have the courage to spit those venomous words at his face.

He kept note of every single one of them- it was hard not to with how their laughs echoed in his mind each night as he dug his nails into his palms. So of course his attention was bound to drift towards the mother and daughter from a titled family that happened to take residence in the Zenin estate when they got news that their home down-south had been attacked.

𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙚𝙖- 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮

Your home had not been attacked. It was all planned of course- your travel to the mountains up north that crossed the Zenin abode, your mother having fabricated the news so that she had an excuse to find an honourable match for you from one of the most powerful clans. Her sly spies had already done the dirty work, providing you with two suitable men- even if one of them was twice your own age and the other known for his aggressiveness.

The white gown your mother had dolled you in and the orchids she had braided into your hair had every single eye focused on you as you made your way up to your chambers. You kept your head down, too nervous to meet the eye of anyone- hoping no older man took an interest in your facade of purity and innocence and decided to stake his claim on your body. Oh, how you wished you could get away from this life, get away from the wretched woman you had to call your mother, get away from all of it- the stupid clan- the stupid suitors- the stupi-

“Ah!”

You yelped as your body crashed into what seemed to be a rock hard wall of muscles, the scent of night chilled mist and cedar taking over your senses. You blinked.

Gulping, you moved back a step, ready to start sputtering apologies before your mother peeled your skin off for already having embarrassed yourself. Instead, your words stayed stuck in your throat as your gaze met with an intense pair of orbs- filled to the brim with the rage of achilles, but somehow also his sorrow. Your breath hitched in your throat, and in the back of your mind, you knew you should do something- move, apologise, scowl like a noble lady would if nothing else- but all you could do was stand there stunned, the man’s stance mirroring your own.

You flinched as the pot-bellied butler who was leading you down the hallway came back, and you thought the dark haired man might kill him right there for interrupting the burning moment between you two. Instead, you were shocked as he let himself get pushed to the side, stuffing his hands into his pockets, head down as he made a beeline towards the exit.

You barely felt the crescent moons being engraved into your skin as your mother dragged you to your room by the arm, a clipped smile on her face.

𝙊𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙪𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚- 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

“Toji”

He continued walking, even as his eyes held a warning look. Gritting his teeth, he increased his pace.

“Toji-”

He shuddered. Say it again, he wanted to command, instead he turned the corner, hands curling into tight fists.

He had been confused at first, almost appalled, at you- at your audacity to try and act like he wasn’t who he was- a piece of scum, the lowest of the lowly in the clan. But it seemed like this is how you had decided to spend the rest of your time whenever you weren’t being flagged by suitors or being paraded around your mother as the ideal of a chaste loyal wife.

He had indulged you the first time you had struck up a conversation. Perhaps that was his initial mistake. His second being committed just now as he turned to you, the glee on your face making bile rise up to his throat. He had seen women like you before- well born “ladies” of the court in dire need of a good fuck, before they were packaged off like objects to a husband who’d only ever look at them as a vessel for carrying his children. Toji huffed in annoyance, eyes doing a quick scan of his surroundings before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into one of the storage rooms right around the corner.

“Look-”

Toji cut himself off as he saw the baffled look on your face, your eyes starting to fill up with fear and panic. Somehow, he found himself speechless, the bitter words of telling you to go look for pleasure in a whorehouse now dissolving on the tip of his tongue.

He knew who you were being considered as a match for- having overheard the conversation during a clan meeting- it was supposed to be the sons of one of the higher ups and he could already picture the half wilted life you’d be living. And right then, something clicked in Toji’s mind- all those years of hatred and resentment flashing before his eyes as you hesitantly stepped back, tears welling up in your eyes, and right there, Toji knew what he wanted to do- what he had to.

He took a deep breath and your heart hammered even harder in your chest. He had been different from the rest of them- you had known it from the first time. However, now you doubted your own wits, trying to recall the ways of combat you had seen the soldiers back home perform- even though you didn’t quite see how you’d succeed against the tall burly mass of flesh that towered above you. You jumped back as he strode right towards you- eyes clenched shut, hands raised in front of your face ready for the impact and pain.

You were met with nothingness, barely feeling the light brush of his arm as he moved past you.

Toji sighed at your almost childish antics, even though he agreed your actions would have been justifiable if it was any other man having pulled you into such a secluded place. He waited for you to calm down, lazily looking for the latch of the huge glass window situated on the other side of the room. He easily lifted it open, biceps flexing as he did so- placing his hands on the ledge before pulling himself to the other side.

He turned back towards your gawking figure, rolling his eyes, ready to put forward the offer that would decide if you were worth his time and effort or not. He extended his hand, trying to ignore the heat crawling up to the tip of his ears at the giddy relief-filled grin that spread across your face as he asked,

“You ever visited the countryside princess?”

You must be an angel in disguise, he finds himself thinking. It terrified him- the time he had spent staring at the column of your neck, watching your chest fall and rise with every breath- and the time he could have spent simply admiring every crook and nook of your body.

You looked serene in the golden hour of the afternoon, lying on the grass with your eyes shut, sunlight cascading down your figure making it seem as if you carried your own halo. Toji was afraid you’d sprout wings any second now, disappearing away to someplace heavenly- someplace better than the hell you were about to be condemned to- someplace that didn’t have monsters like him. But at last, you were only a human- soon to be one of the Zenins if nothing else.

The time you had sneaked out to the lake in the countryside with him had not been the last of your rendezvous. You had been quite different from what Toji had expected. You hadn’t made any advances towards him but you weren’t the pure little thing everyone believed you to be either.

You were smart to say the least- a trait that families often suppressed in women of your status, trying to force them into nothing but submissive concubines for their future husband. You were oddly aware of it- had mentioned your doomed fate quite a few times now, and he was struck by how you always laughed, as if your own self being stripped away was a joke. You seemed to do that quite a bit, and he understood it in some twisted way of his own plight.

Even as his mind kept reminding him that you had still grown up being pampered, being spoiled, having others do your work for you- others like him. But conversation had flowed so naturally with you, he found himself showing you more and more of his places of solitude he had found all over the village through his years of misery.

You were also naive in many ways, but still blunt in twice as many. Toji had rolled his eyes as he had asked you what you did with your free time back home- the answer was expected- it always had to be something related to the arts and education, trying to pump the ladies full of culture so that they have something to talk about at the dozen balls and galas they’d be attending every month. However, he had almost choked on the pear he chewed as you had started listing names of erotica after erotica- the titles being lewd enough to let him know just how filthy the content inside would be.

You had burst into laughter at the look on his face, crumbs of fruit left on the side of his mouth making him look even more bizarre. You had reached up your fingers almost instinctively, eyes widening as you realised you had brushed them over the scar he never seemed to talk about. His hand was wrapped around your wrist in less than a second, halting it in place.

He had stared right back at you, breaths heavy, eyes calculating as he loosened the grip around your skin, but not before he lifted your fingers to press against the mark once more. You swore you could have heard the drumming of your heart, and perhaps he did too.

As you brushed away the remaining bit of the sweet fruit, you couldn’t help but notice the flush that had formed on his cheeks, even as he scowled.

𝙀𝙧𝙤𝙨- 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚.

“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

You’re bent over the table in the storage room that has somehow become your portal of escape from the person you have to pretend to be. It’s not the first time Toji has whispered his filthy administrations into your ear, but he’s never done it quite so close to where anyone could walk in and catch you red handed.

Perhaps it was the fact that his face had turned a sick shade of green at the sight of your suitor tucking your hair behind your ear, your lips twitching upwards at something he said- the same way they had twitched up the night before when he had risen from in between your legs, the taste of yourself flooding your mouth as he had pressed his lips to yours.

This is exactly what you were here for, and despite it, Toji knew who’s name you screamed at the end of every day. So then why did another hand on you ignite a bestial flame inside his chest? Why did he feel the need to pull you away in the dead of the night amongst the crowd of tipsy people, ridding you of the fabric of your dress in one swift movement as he had pressed you against the nearest surface.

You didn't panic for even a moment, you knew it was his hand just from the touch of it, his hot breath against the shell of your ear, and his throbbing member pressed against the curve of your behind as a thumb rubbed circles into your hip bone.

You throw your head back against his muscular chest, craning your neck upwards till you meet his eyes- they soften for the briefest of moments, but the way his tip brushes against your underwear-clad core seems to fill them with raw electricity once more. And you think he’s going to fuck you right there- make you cry out his name for letting another man so close to you. Instead, you gasp as his rough hands grab the flesh of your thighs, kneading the muscle as he spins you around, a smirk being flashed your way as he gets on his knees.

He looks ethereal in that moment. And your breath hitches in your throat as you realise you’ve made a fallen angel bow before you- have tricked him into thinking you can cleanse him of his deeds when the only sinner in this room was you. The way his lips press against the inside of your thighs, nose rubbing against your freshly flowing juices- it’s tantalising, even worse when he takes both your hands in his as they try to find solace in his locks, pinning them to your sides onto the table instead.

He rests his chin right below the apex of your mound, eyes wandering to your face as he sighs, the lazy but smug curve of his lips accentuating the scar you had grown to cherish as much as your own heartbeat.

Your chest is heaving, the sound of your heavy breathing hanging in the silence of the room as you look down at him. If this was to be his ruination- his fall from grace- Toji would die a happy man. The scent of you is lingering right below his nose, his mouth watering alone at the thought, but he cannot seem to pull away his eyes from your beguiling face, bathed in the moonlight. The words seem to escape him before he can think twice of them.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

You’ve barely let his words settle in before he presses his thumb right against your wet heat, rubbing small circles onto your sensitive bud. You don’t have a chance to respond as he proceeds to dive into your drenched cunt- his tongue giving kitten-licks to your clit, lapping up any wetness that dares to drip down. You cry out loud as two of his fingers join his mouth’s onslaught, slapping a hand against your own mouth remembering where you were.

The sounds filling the room as he suctions your clit in between his lips are filthy- arms wrapping around and under your thighs, pulling your arousal even closer to his starving mouth, the new angle of your leg being thrown over his shoulder letting his fingers rub against the spongy spot inside your walls that makes the coil in your stomach snap. You’re grinding against his face and he’s letting you, nose pressing onto your clit as he licks up the remnants of your juices, fingers continuing to fuck you through your climax as they quiver and shake around his head.

You’re still coming down from your high, body hanging limp at an awkward angle against the hard wooden surface. His strong burly arms are easily lifting you up, carrying you towards the other side of the room- right towards the glass window. Your eyes widen as you realise the malicious idea that has popped up into your lover’s head, but you’re barely able to put in two words of protest before your feet are hitting the ground, the cold surface making you gasp as your tits are pushed against it. You’re crying out loud as he rubs his thick length against your soppy folds.

“Toji- someone could see us- we shouldn’t- ah!”

You’re cut off as he lines himself up at your entrance, a pleasurable burn down in your core as his girth stretches your walls. It always hurts. No matter how many times he’s made you cum on his fingers and tongue or prepped you up with an ointment- his size is something no one would ever get accustomed to. He knows it too, but tonight he seems to care less about taking it slow and letting you adjust. You honestly cannot care less too, not when you're gushing around him as such when he’s barely even halfway inside.

“Too big Toji- too much.” You’re mewling, hands trying to grip onto something.

“You can take it- fuck just let me-”

He’s hastily moving his fingers across your stomach to rub your pulsing bud, groaning lewdly at the way your cunt flutters around him, letting him move deeper inside of you.

The growl that leaves him as his tip hits your cervix is grossly animalistic, making you moan loudly. His other hand is coming up to grip your jaw, cheek pressed against the glass as he lifts up one of your legs, the angle letting him thrust in and out of your poor drenched hole even deeper. His thrusts turn sloppy, eyes clenched shut above you as the sounds of his balls slapping against your flesh with each thrust fill the room.

You’re both groaning in unison, his strokes getting faster as he feels your walls clamping down on him. You’re choking on a breath as his hand moves to wrap around your throat, the sensation making you moan even louder.

“Call me selfish-”

A sharp smack is delivered against the flesh of your ass causing you to arch your back, the action making your tits press up against the window even more,

“... but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

His lips have been suctioned to your neck, your delightful noises being muffled as he’s turning your head to the side till his tongue slips into your mouth. He tightens his grip around your neck and you’re seeing stars, along with the pace of his fingers on your clit and his rapid thrusts making the well in the bottom of your stomach come apart, tears of pleasure slipping your eyes, the feeling of his seed painting your walls making you clench against him amidst your own orgasm.

You barely feel the arms cradling your body, carrying you to set you down on the table. You furrow your brows as Toji strips himself of his shirt, and your eyes widen at the thought of him ravishing you once more so soon. Instead, you shudder as he swipes it against your sex, cleaning up his mess.

The way you beam at him, even in your exhausted state, is honestly worth the ruined shirt- he finds himself thinking as he moves to pick up your dress from the ground. He clicks his tongue as he realises just how much of shreds he had ripped it into in his feral daze. He’s lifting his head to meet your eyes, wondering how he’ll tell you that you have to find a way to get back to your chambers in this state-

“Oh-”

Your saccharine voice is pulling Toji out of his thoughts, surprise forming across his face as you burst into laughter at the sight of what he’s sure has cost twice as much as all the clothes he’d ever owned combined.

“How well do you think I’d fare going out in one of the potato sacks?”

How could he have not smiled right back at you.

𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙨- 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙚

Toji had never wanted to rip his own heart out so badly before, inject his blood with ambrosia so that he could be worthy enough for the goddess that was ready to abandon her sanctity- her piece of heaven- for him. He had always known how it would end- in an empty heath of a fire gone out long ago, the only thing keeping it burning now regret and sorrow.

Love could not have sustained you when there was barely enough space to breathe, when there was barely enough food for your kids to live off of. Once the love faded, all that’d remain would be your wish to go back to the past, getting drunk on forgetfulness so that you can survive within the stone cold walls of a house- not a home.

Once again, Toji knew what he had to do- knew he willingly stepped into this hoping to ruin what was supposed to be the prize of his own blood- in order to humiliate them and fulfill his revenge.

He also knew he was the ruined one now as thoughts of you plagued his mind day and night- how his tactful game of cat and mouse had turned into sweet kisses and hushed giggles, and how all he wanted was to find a pit stop in time where his blood did not matter, where the sins of his past did not matter. But despite it all, he knew he couldn’t have dragged you into his own hell, even if you begged him to take you.

He sighs.

You had recited the exact conversation you had with your mother- laid yourself bare before him as you poured out your heart- letting him know that it’d be worth tasting the 7 seeds of evil even if it meant living in hell for half your life.

He had thrown his head back and laughed.

“You really thought our little getaways meant anything more than a fling to me? More than just a decent fuck?”

You stood still, mouth agape at the words that had slipped past his lips, a hand fisting the fabric of his shirt right above his heart, desperately searching for the pulse of the man you’d grown to adore over the past few weeks.

He had looked down at you, the scar you had so tenderly ran your fingers over twitching upwards- in amusement- in laughter, face contorting into one of resentment- of revulsion before he had suddenly stilled.

“Did you forget your place princess? Pretty little head got too lost in a fool’s paradise- did you forget you are one of them- always have been one of them.”

He had spat the last words at you and you wanted to shake your head, wanted to tell him he was utterly wrong, but all you could do was clutch on even tighter to him.

He had put his hand over yours and you had almost begged for him to tell you that this was a sick joke- almost pleaded for him to intertwine his calloused warm hands with yours as he always did- as he had when he made you scream his name, instead you had found yourself gasping at the icy touch as he flicked away your wrist, brows furrowing in repulsion at the contact- at you.

The tears that had slipped through your eyes had only worked to make him throw his head back like a giddy child once more. He had looked up at the sky as if he was mocking the gods in Olympus - look at how I’ve so beautifully wrecked what you created,

while you had stood there looking up at him as if he was your religion, mouthing,

this is not a joke, love me, love me.

𝙊ï𝙯ú𝙨- 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛

You felt raw. But you did not fight the black hole opening up in your chest. You let it settle into your bones, nurtured the hollowness- ignited it until you felt it turn into flames instead.

You couldn’t have let the ice creep into your heart- it would mean giving up the tears, giving up the feeling of wanting to be swallowed whole by the ground beneath, and that would mean you no longer felt- no longer harboured the only thing that made you feel alive in the cage of bones and flesh your troubled mind resided in.

There was a heavy pain in between the arch of your shoulder blades- like your wings had been clipped and your halo ripped away.

You ignored the scowl that rose to her face, the way she flinched as you leaned over to rest your head in her lap. You couldn’t tell if the wetness on your cheeks was yours or hers- mourning the daughter she was going to lose. You felt your mother’s burning gaze through the back of your head all throughout the journey back home- could already feel the wrath of your father and the nasty bruises that were to come as her hand came down to rest on your head.

You instead found yourself being locked away immediately- not a single word from anyone. The only time your door opened was for a maid to serve you your half portioned meals. Not like you had an appetite or a will to do anything else.

Days passed by, perhaps weeks or months, and you counted the scattered marks on the wall beside your bed like you had done once with the freckles across his back, and you waited- for what? You weren’t quite sure yourself. You waited and waited until the day your door opened, but it wasn’t the regular pitter patter of steps of the maid who served the food.

Instead, your eyes met the raging ones of the head of your clan, and for the first time in days, an icy shiver creeped up your spine.

----

The torment you’re put through is much worse than expected. You were well aware you were to be disgraced, to be stripped of your title, but somehow the gaze of your own friends and family avoiding your beaten bloody form and ignoring your whimpers and cries of agony was what had stung the most.

The world seemed to be upside down, fading in and out of hues of colour and greys and blinding lights. You could barely feel the blood dripping down the back of your head and into your shirt as your gaze managed to remain focused on the window outside of the rattling carriage you lay in, panic rising in your chest as you recognised the familiar scenery.

You fought your hardest to stay awake, but you lost to the increasingly heavy pressure against your head, hoping your blood would run dry before you had to face the hell you were being thrown into. As your head lolled to the side, you wondered if satiating the hunger within you was worth the price you were paying- if this was what happened to every soul that had brought the god of the dead to his knees, wondered if you were the first to do so- wondered if you’d be the last.

𝙃𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨- 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩

Toji had left the clan- made a living of his own by doing what he did best, by doing what he was made to- destroying and causing wreckage till there was no piece of his soul left to be salvaged.

He had avoided news about you like the plague, and had still ended up finding out that you were locked away back at your home from the gossiping servants. He had chuckled bitterly, what had he been expecting? He was right after all, you'd never have to face any consequences in life, and soon this whole scandal would be swept under the rug and you would be well on your way to marrying another wealthy brat, having filthy little kids with him who’d have the same luxuries in life and-

Toji found his heart dropping, the axe along with the freshly chopped wood he carried thumping down against the forest floor as he reached the entrance of the wooden cabin he had taken residence in. He saw the pool of blood first- the familiar mop of hair later.

No-

He must be hallucinating-

But he still found himself moving out of his own accord, gathering the crumpled figure into his arms, feeling a thick fluid drip down his skin- stain through his shirt as he tried to pick you up. A chill ran down his spine as he realised what those savages had done for your body to resist even in an unconscious state-

And that’s when his eyes slid to the nails in the ground, the sharp metal going right through the flesh of your fingertips, a note pinned to your abdomen in between your shredded dirtied clothes-

“We don’t want the gross wreckage of your perverse ruination. Keep the whore since you wanted her so much.”

A sea of rage rose in the back of Toji’s mind but it stilled, the vicerating waves crashing against the shore that was the barely noticeable action of your chest heaving. He held back what was a choked sob, mind barely sane as he took out the nails as gently as possible- a man so familiar with death yet utterly horrified by it as he counted your laboured breaths, thanked every deity out in the universe for every huff of air that he could feel against his chest as he carried you inside.

—

How do you kill a god?

You had asked him once. He had raised his brow, ruffling your hair before pushing you down onto the bed once more, intent on at least letting you know how you got to heaven.

How do you kill a god?

It now echoed in his mind as he watched your broken body lay on his bed, having done everything he could have to fix you up even though he feared there would be wounds more than just the physical ones when you gained consciousness- if you gained consciousness.

How do you kill a god?

Pit him against another god. Let him stare at his own reflection and see all his glorious flaws until he’s falling to his knees, begging for the taste of ichor to be washed out from his mouth, begging to be stripped of his damned divinity- because the curse of immortality is a heavier burden to carry than the curse of mundane suffering- because it’s easier to drown in a sea full of blood than live with it staining your hands.

𝘼𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚- 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣.

“How do you kill a god?” You had asked him once.

Afterwards, you had lain awake late into the night as he had given you a taste of his own holiness, bare in his arms as he had muttered the words into your hair, barely a whisper as they escaped past his bleeding lips,

How do you become a god?

The burning light attacked your eyes and you flinched loud enough for your own ears to ring, and then flinched even harder as the hot searing pain spread through your body, especially across the tips of your bandage covered fingers. You tried to use your voice but your throat was like a desert and your own harsh whisper scraped against your sensitive ears.

All you could do was stare up at the unfamiliar ceiling, lying numb, waiting for your saviour- or perhaps your torturer to come.

All had gone still once the door opened, your gaze falling onto the familiar hands that carried a bowl of water and about a dozen different small bottles in a basket. You stared through him, through his wide blown eyes and through the sigh of relief that left his mouth as he rushed towards you.

How do you become a god?

There was much more you had wanted to tell your mother. You had told her you were sick of pretending, sick of being the goddess of spring when everything you touched died in your hands- how every beam of light you emitted was a stolen one from another soul. Perhaps, you had always craved pomegranates and death - had always willingly walked into the darkness with a smile and open arms.

How do you become a god?

You let him plead and writhe to have a taste of your lips - make him believe it is his only salvation. And right when his lips meet yours, you dig your teeth in deep and not let go, even as his fingers grip the column of your throat and his growls rumble inside your mouth. You let the trail of crimson coat your tongue and feel his tears burn your flesh- you make him taste your blood and take his throne.

—

He says your name like it’s a prayer and you want to rip out his heart.

Instead, you turn your head towards the wall opposite to where he stands, clenching your eyes shut, hoping the next time you wake up it won’t be here.

Still, you can hear his voice. Every single day of every waking moment- even as you sleep- even as you wake up in cold sweat haunted by the bittersweet melody of his laughter the day he crushed your heart in two, or the time your own blood nailed you down into the earth.

But most of all, you hate it when you can hear the gruffness of his voice, still heavy from sleep as you let him cradle your head, shushing you- letting you know it was just a nightmare- but it was a nightmare you had lived through- a nightmare he had put you through.

Not that he didn’t acknowledge it equally as much. It was odd- almost laughable the way he was so desperate to bring even just a flicker of the light back inside your eyes, breaking free from his stoic and tight lipped demeanour to whisper grossly sweet nothings into your hair.

He had explained his regrets the first few days that you had refused to even look at him, simply staring at the wall as he stripped you of your clothes to redo your bandages, not even the barest of reaction visible across your face. He had caused this.

The first words you had muttered to him weren’t of hatred or anger or sadness- they were said into the heavy air, late into the hours before dusk at a point in time where your bones still couldn't support the burden of your body,

“I need to pee.”

You had said it through gritted teeth, had scowled throughout the process of him picking you up and carrying you into the bathroom, giving you privacy to do your business.

The second time you had spoken to him was right after and it had somehow dented itself much deeper than he had expected it to, even as it was all he had been preparing himself for in the past few days,

“I hate you.”

You had said it with no anger, no poison in your words- had simply stated it like it was a mere fact.

“I know.”

—

It was weeks later and you seemed to have fallen into a strange routine.

He’d go out to do his filthy work, come back bathed in blood and dirt, even as he washed himself off outside thinking he was sly with it. You’d pretend not to notice as you’d cook for yourself, sometimes leaving bits behind as leftovers even if you had purposely spilled the extra bit of rice- had regretted it as soon as you had realised you had done it because he hadn’t had dinner in three days.

Perhaps it was the irony of the situation, and maybe even the cold winter air creeping into your bones that let him move from simply holding you when you woke from your nightmares- to him warming your bed at night even when you dreamed of nothing but the scar beside his lip.

Still, you let him know you despised him every night that he pulled your body against his chest and every morning that he rubbed his warm hands up and down your arms. Even as you felt yourself leaning into his touch, felt your heart softening at how he’d mutter apologies into your hair while he thought you were asleep, how he’d pay attention to the foods you took more of and made sure to get twice the amount next time, how he’d shred his own shirts to provide you with cloth for when you got your monthly cycles. Yet, you couldn’t find any other words to say to him.

𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚- 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

You had woken up alone as you did on most mornings, grateful that you wouldn’t have to face the shame that came with having your limbs tangled with him. The day was like any other yet different, perhaps it was the monotonous dread of living a life such as this- of having to live at all after being stripped of everything you had called yours.

You had somehow ended up taking steps outside of the wooden door, outside of the small garden the burly man used to grow his own vegetables, and even farther outside the vines and shrubs that kept the cabin hidden from any unwanted visitors.

You had walked and walked till your feet carried you to the edge of the world, a never ending fall down below from where you stared at, the sound of water flowing signalling the presence of a river running deep under the steep cliff.

You had stopped walking, the silence of the forest being the only noise to have outdone the heavy emptiness in your heart in months. And you simply continued to stand there, bare feet digging into the dirt and grass and stone, barely realising when the light faded away and darkness took over. Hadn’t it always been like this?

It had taken no more than two rounds of the house and the trail of footsteps in the garden out back for Toji to realise you had left. His heart had dropped into his chest as he had followed the dents of your feet in the ground, careful not to step on them as his mind bitterly reminded him that it may be the last of what’s left of you by now.

He knew where the trail you had walked along led- had himself sat on the edge of it once, legs dangling off as he his mind had replayed the memory of your glossy eyes and crestfallen face when he had hit you with those fatal words months ago. Toji’s breath hitches in his throat, hands shaking as he pulls away the last branch blocking the view of the edge of the cliff.

His feet are moving faster than his mind can think as he all but falls onto his knees, clutching your abdomen as if you’d disappear forever if he let you go now. You turn around in his arms, a look of confusion on your face, your eyes still as hollow as a void but all he cares about right now is the steady thumping he can feel with his chest pressed to yours. He’s clenching his eyes shut, taking a deep breath before he’s sliding his hand into yours. You don’t protest- letting him lead you back into the warm safety of his house and he’s too relieved to consider whether your lack of resistance is a good thing or not.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed and you can hear him ruffling through something in the bathroom, door ajar, eyes glancing towards you every two seconds as if he’s expecting you to bolt out the door any second now. For once, you don’t want to stare at the wall as he walks towards you, getting down on his knees- making a blow of nostalgia hit you right in the gut. But your eyes remain fixed at the top of his head, at the dark locks that had grown out much more since the last time you had let yourself gaze at him.

You only realise what he’s been doing as you notice the bowl of water kept on the floor, hands gently lifting up your dirty feet, cleaning them of the mud and the blood from small scrapes. He’s lifting up your legs onto the bed once he’s done, adjusting your pillow as a gesture for you to lay down. He’s blowing out the lamps and soon enough you feel the mattress dip, his arms engulfing you tighter than ever before. You can feel the slight tremble in them and you feel guilty for the small pinch in your chest. You wait for his breathing to steady, head to fall limp into the crook of your neck before you roll over towards him in the dark, eyes set on the small crinkle between his forehead and brow.

The warm hand that cups Toji’s cheek has him convinced that he may have lost his mind. Opening his eyes, he knows for sure that you have. Especially as you slide your other hand into his, pulling it till it’s placed onto the crest between your collarbone and chest, adjusting it a little more towards the left. Toji’s staring intently at you, wondering if this is your way of telling him that you’re still alive- that even though you’ve been cursed and damned to living in this hell, your heart still beats- it still fights.

Toji bares his own emotions through a gesture- pulling the small hand that holds his to the apex between his upper ribs- pressing it till your fingers feel like they might just pass through his flesh. He hopes you know that if he could, he’d snap each one of his ribs open so that you can reach inside and press the palm of your hand against his beating heart, rip it right out of his body and spit inside the hollow space of his ribs with contempt- even then he’d survive on your hatred alone if it means surviving with you for the rest of his life.

“I don’t hate you.”

The words are whispered in the dead of the night with no emotion, no trace of forgiveness or affection- simply stated as if they are common knowledge.

The soft lips coming down on his own have his mind spinning. He realises what it is you wish for- to be able to live once again as a human, to feel once again as a mortal- he can almost almost hear you saying the words into his mouth as your fist bunches up the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m tired of being a god.”

He can feel his own sentiment being passed right through as his hands slide under the cloth of his shirt that you wore, exploring the expanse of your reverenced skin, mouthing his response against your cupid’s bow.

“I’ll worship you even after you fall from grace.”

And he does, pulling himself up on arms above you, dipping his fingers into your soaking sex, making quick work of ridding you and himself of your clothes. He’s tucking your legs against your chest, feet dangling over his broad shoulders as he comes forward to meet your lips. He’s pulling away and you’re mewling at the loss of contact- the loss of his taste.

“Do you want this? Do you want-” He takes a deep breath, forehead coming forward to press against yours till your noses brush against each other, “...me?”

Your response comes in the form of sliding your hands to the back of his head, pulling him forward till his lips crash against yours once more- bucking your hips up till the tip of his massive girth is brushing against your heat. He doesn’t miss the moan that escapes you, eagerly kissing you back, moving to litter a plethora of kisses against your jaw- your neck- your collarbone. When he comes back up to your face, he’s well aware of the effect he’s had on you- the want in your eyes as you lift your hips against his once more, a small plea leaving your mouth.

The need that comes over him is animalistic as he moves a hand down to position himself before sliding into your soppy hole, he swears he can see stars with how hungrily you swallow him in. You’re gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he strokes your insides so languidly. Your faces are close enough for you to feel his breath on your mouth, to feel the fall of the hot droplets on your cheeks, your own tears of grief- of freedom- of a love gone to waste so long ago combining as he continues to thrust in and out of you deeply.

He’s dipping his head and the tears are being kissed away as his hand moves down to play with your over sensitive bud. You can't stop peppering kisses against his lips, moaning his name in his ear as he hits a particular spot inside you. He can feel you getting closer with how your breaths get deeper, fingers moving faster, strokes getting sloppier.

You feel the tight coil in your stomach start to unravel, and all it takes is for him to lower his head and suction his lips around one of your nipples for you to come apart underneath him. He’s reaching his own arousal soon after, pulling out to spray his seed onto your stomach. He all but collapses on top of you, rolling over to his side once he catches his breath, another hitching in his throat as he finds you crawling onto his lap, legs straddling his waist as you bury your face into his naked chest.

This is what being a god feels like. The taste of wine coating your tongue and the way his lips meld with yours- swallow you whole and then spit you out. You reach for him again in the dark, his chest panting against yours as the moonlight cascading from the window hits his face. You rest your chin against the centre of his chest, looking up at him with droopy eyes, his own stare right back at you- filled with tenderness and affection.

“No one will ever hurt you again, I promise.”

His voice is gruff and heavy, but carries a sincerity warm enough to send tingles down your back. You can’t quite place the look on his face, it's determined- pointed. You can feel the unravelling of the violence beneath his skin as his hand comes to cradle your jaw, and you wonder just what kind of monsters the god of the underworld plans to unleash.

His hand moves to caress the back of your head, adoration-filled eyes raking over your still panting figure. He presses his lips to your temple and says your name like a prayer. It all floods in- the pain- the love- the sorrow- the joy- you’re sobbing and he’s holding you like he has time and again. Only this time, he finds himself awestruck by the spark of ember that comes alive in your eyes, even if just for a second, he knows you’re going to be fine.

The god of the dead had bowed before you, offered you his crown, his throne- would have ripped off the flesh from his own back and handed it to you without any hesitation if only you asked.

You were the goddess of spring and everyone had loved your life and light, but who except him had acknowledged the death and destruction that came along- had reached out their hands into the rotten parts of your flesh and kissed every bruise and scar?

This was Toji Fushiguro’s life now, coming back home to his precious darling each day- the only burst of spring in his everlasting winter, the only ray of light in his world swallowed by darkness.

Tonight, as you lay on him bare-bodied and covered in sweat from your previous feat, he finds you asking him about the season, about how far the harvest festival was. He’s confused at your sudden curiosity but answers you nonetheless, telling you it’s in a fortnight. He finds himself asking why.

“Every single member of our blood attends the festival- they had waited for it while they kept me away.”

It’s the first time you’re talking about the incident and he can feel you quiver in his arms. It makes his blood boil, and he finds himself protectively pulling you even closer into him.

“...they had wanted each and every single one of them to get a chance to cut through my skin.”

That’s all you say before falling asleep, the tears on Toji’s chest making a storm of anger rage inside his mind.

It’s a fortnight later and Toji watches the red and orange hues of the flames making your face glow brighter than the sun.

You’re standing there hand-in-hand with him, looking over the half wrecked ruins of the village, the screams of the people you had grown up with- who had taken no less than a second to turn their backs on you- who had left you to die- now echoing in your ears. Right on the edge of the hilltop you stand on, you see a small figure running towards the slope, clothes burnt, high pitched sobs filling the air as it succumbs to the heat that had spread through it’s bones.

She must’ve been eight or nine years old judging from her size and half burnt frills of the frock she wore. You know she’s at peace, much like the many others who would’ve faced nothing but agonising hardships being raised in the hands of your cruel persecutors- all of whom lay as nothing but bones and ash and dust now.

Toji’s worried that he’ll find the same emptiness he’s spent months breaking through as he glances over at your face. Instead, there’s a fire being reflected in your eyes, a sadistically deliciously smile stretched across your supple cheeks. He finds his own lips curving as he grips your jaw to turn your head and press his lips to yours, the screams and shouts of your monsters merely anything but white noise as your fingers come to tangle in his hair.

After all, Hades may have been the god of the dead, but it was Persephone’s wrath which brought upon the destruction.

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Dabi x reader

This is loosely...LOOSELY based off the myth of Persephone and Hades-honestly, I tried to do the fic based off the legend and it just turned into a yandere Dabi, so enjoy!😘😘

⤷ Genre: Yandere, angst+fluff

⤷ Word Count: 2898

⤷ Warnings: cursing, abduction, mentions of spicy themes 🔥

⤷ Synopsis: You wake up in a new place, feeling tired, achy, and not understanding a single clue of how you got there-until you realize you have been taken prisoner by non other than Dabi, who has seemed to take a strange liking to you.

Song Recs: ⤷Tourniquet-Evanescence⤷Hollywood’s Bleeding-Post Malone ⤷The Reaper-Chainsmokers

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You groaned, your eyes barely opening to slits as your mind awoke from its foggy state.

Everything felt numbingly painful: your joints ache as if they were rusted metal, unmovable and thick with time. Your feet tingled with exhaustion and your arms were heavy with fatigue, your forehead throbbing slightly from your uncomfortable nap. Your chapped lips parted, the skin detaching itself from being molded together for so long as you began to try and awaken yourself.

Feet-then legs- then hips-then arms- then head.

You began to pick apart each piece of body, the connection running slowly as you moved each ligament and limb, awakening them from their ill rested sleep.

What the hell had even happened to you?

Nothing was familiar to you- this room you were able to slowly piece together was foreign and solemn, almost akin to a warm dungeon with its steely brick walls and frugally decorated exterior. The only thing that seemed remotely comfortable was the bed you were laying on, the cool black sheets chilling your bare skin.

Your heart skipped a beat as your heavy head lazily looked down at your body: these were not even your clothes, if you could call it even that

You could sense on your skin that you were still wearing your undergarments, but the only thing covering you was a thin white shirt, the fabric charred at the top with gaping holes and flowing just past your upper thigh.

Everything was so strange-this foreign scenery, these clothes that were hastily thrown on you, your aching body....

The shock of the newnness couldn't seem to feel frightening. Your senses and survival instincts were cloudy and murky, your mind slowly trying to piece together the situation in front of you.

But it was like trudging through a river upstream-the rush of the water was too powerful, slowly pushing you as you climbed desperately to fight your fatigue and understand your situation.

“Oh good, your finally awake-thought you’d be out for another hour,” a voice drawled out from the shadows, sending a shiver through your thoughts.

Your body stiffened instantly at the sound, your heart beating against your chest like a hammer pounding against a nail. The voice seemed to speak from the shadows of the room, a body less phantom, it’s voice low and bored sounding as it slowly came closer to your fragile body.

“-seems your body didn’t like the drug Kurogiri made- youve been out for a while now,” it continued, a smile eminent in the voice’s tone as it creeped in the darkness.

What the hell was going on? Who was Kurogiri? And what freak drugged you?

And why couldn’t you remember anything from the last night?

Questions swarmed your brain, each one more complex and confused than the last. You were completely awake now, your eyes wide with shock as they darted across the room, trying to find the source of the voice.

You took a deep swallow through your dry mouth, coating your tongue with thick saliva as you willed your beating heart to squeeze out any courage it could.

“Who-who’s there?,” you stammered, your voice craggily and thick like sleep, “Who are you? Where am I?”

A low chuckle tumbled against the room, turning your blood ice cold.

“Slow down dollface, introductions first. Cant be demanding things when someone welcomes you into their home,”

“I never asked to be brought into your home-”

“And I never asked to like you so damn much, but here we are,”

Like...you? Your shocked eyes turned into confusion, trying to decipher the meaning of that sentence.

Who even was this guy-and what did he want with you?

Steel boots on wood floor pounded against the wall, small details finally being able to be seen. Fear pooled in your stomach, making it difficult for you to look and see who your captor was.

You started gazing at the bottom of his tall stature: boots, black and worn….black pants to match, a trench coat inky and dirty in spots with dirt…..a white shirt, looking painfully identical to yours…silver details glinting like knives as it wrapped around your captor’s lean forearms, strangely scarred purple skin….

“the name’s Dabi,”

He gave you a crude smile, those piercings digging into his skin with the motion as his eyes light up with amusement.

Fear gripped your stomach and flooded your whole body, squeezing your lungs painfully and forcing you to be unable to breath. You knew who this was, he was hard not to miss, with his marred skin and piercing blue eyes.

A Villian of the LOV, a dangerous man with an even more dangerous quirk.

You gulped, noticing how the scars ran against his skin for the first time, covering most of his body in a thick film of painful markings.

“Telling by our face, your already know me, dont ya doll?”

If he had those marks because of his own quirk...you shivered at the thought, knowing full well it would be 10 times worse for yourself if he used his fiery power against you.

You had to be careful with this one if you wanted to come out if this on one piece...extremely careful.

His face turned down slightly in annoyance, his blue eyes squinting as he peered at your shivering form.

“Answer me, I don't like being ignored,” he chided, his tone extremely calm and dangerous.

You gulped, shifting quickly so you could sit up and talk to the man directly.

“Yes, yes I know who you are-you're part of the LOV,”

“So you already know? Such a smart girl,”

That thin smile returned, almost like a grimace by how wide it was. He stepped closer, those boots like the ticks of a bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

You couldn’t fathom why this-this Villian, wanted anything to do with you.

You were no hero or sidekick, just a frugal girl going to college in the city. Your quirk wasn’t anything special: it was called Plant Growth, which allowed you to grow plants by merely touching any part of it exterior. You had been told it was strong, but you had never really paid any mind to it, only using it to grow your own garden or help others who couldn’t seem to grow their own.

Was this why you had been kidnapped?

Did the League see something useful in your quirk, something I’d use to them?

“What do you want with me?” You asked, hating how terrified your voice sounded compared to his prideful, calm tone.

“I-Im not going to be apart of your League’s plans if thats why your kidnapping me,”

Dabi chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, the League doesnt know I have you. They think Im still trying to recruit more members at the moment. No, you, you are my dirty and innocent little secret, dollface,”

This was wierd-too wierd.

Why did he sound so possessive, As if he was a child protecting his favorite toy from the other kids? What was wrong with him-you had never talked to this man a day in your life, only knowing him from the occasional news reporting about him.

So why did he treat you as if he owned you?

You grimaced at the way he described you, the words making your skin crawl.

“Please dont call me that-”

“I gonna call you whatever I want to call ya,” he snarled, that disturbing grin still plastered on his face, “youre not in a position to be calling the shots.”

“Can you at least call me by my real name?” You asked, your voice timid and begging,” It’s-“

“Y/n, I know,” he smiled as you stared at him with terrified eyes, your mouth slightly agape.

So you were right-he did know you.

But how?

“How do you-“

Dabi chuckled again, the sound rich and deep rumbling out of his chest.

“Damn, you have hell of a lot of questions“, he sat himself down on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his added weight.

The smell of burning wood and whiskey floated to you, your senses going into override from the smell. It confused you how comforting it felt, but the fear was still growing in your stomach.

You instantly brought your feet close to your body, your knees hugging your chest as you tried to grow distance from you and this man.

“Well, you did just kidnap me, so I kind of deserve a few answers,” you remarked, your eyes trained on him.

He seemed so calm, so collected, staring at you with patient and waiting eyes.

“So you wanna bargain with me?” He drawled out, almost sounding bored as he leaned his head forward.

You swallowed, the blood rushing to your ears. That shit eating grin he was sporting seemed so menacing, as if he was secretly playing some cat and mouse game with you.

“What’s the bargain?” You asked hesitantly. The thin shirt pooled against your thighs, sending shivers against your skin.

Even with the strangely warm room, the fright from this situation and this Villian sent up your spine.

You had to admit it to yourself-there was a strange charm to him. He radiates pride and commanded power, from his messy black hair to his piercing blue eyes. His marred skin rippled like infinitely connected rivers, the purple wine color quite pleasing once you got adjusted to the shock of it.

The only thing that showed weakness were the staples: they seemed so painful, the way they pulled taught against his smooth skin and stretched it agonizingly against his skin. A small part of you felt empathy for the Villian and these crude marking adorning his body, but he didn’t seem fazed by them.

He continued to grin, even with those staples stretching his skin to ungodly lengths.

His piercing blue eyes racked into your body, gazing you up and down with a hungry gaze, like a lion looking at a lamb.

“You ask one question-and thats it,” he instructed, his low tone commanding.

One question?! You stared at him in shock-He can look as pretty and ethereal all he wanted with his pale skin and sultry voice-but no way in hell was he going to allow you one question after he kidnapped you-he was out of his mind!

“But that’s not-“ you argued back, your face clearly annoyed by his proposition.

“Not fair??” He cut you off, his voice taunting you, “Well wake the hell up Princess, your under possession of a Villian-‘fair’ doesn’t mean anything,”

You pursed your lips, hating how smug he looked as he peered at your clearly irritated face.

If he wanted to play that game-fine, you could play too.

You turned your head defiantly to the side, your hair cascading across your face as you looked away from Dabi.

It was a risk to be so openly resistant, but if he liked you as much as he seemed to, he might break slightly.

An exasperated sigh came from the Villian, the weight in the bed shifting as he moved slightly closer to you.

“Fine then,” he said exasperatedly,” three,”

A wave of relief flooded your system, a small smile tugging against your lips as you looked again at the Villian. Dabi looked back at you, a change flashing across his face.

He almost looked-relieved? Peaceful? Dreamy?

You couldn’t quite place it, but before you could fully understand it, his expression turned back to its lazy default.

“Now go, before I change my mind,” he instructed, his eyes trained on you as you shifted in your spot.

Three questions? Better but still-not that much.

“How much time has passed?” You asked first, your voice soft and tentative as you stared at the Villian with expecting eyes.

“Time?” He repeated, a grin on his bi-colored lips, “ That’s a short one…it’s been 2 days.”

Your breath caught in your lungs-2 days since you’ve been gone? You felt a small bit of panic flood your system, realizing your life had been unattended to for a whole 48 hours...but you quickly brought yourself from the intial shock. 2 days isn’t that long...it could be worse.

“Okay…” You sucked in a deep breath, willing your body to calm itself “How did I get here?”

“Now that’s a long one….

You watched him sigh slightly, his marred hands rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed slightly vulnerable like this, almost, well, sweet, as he tried to find the right words.

“I’ve been watching you from afar for a while now, and figured out you like to go into your garden before you go to bed for the night.

It was simple-I drugged you with a little sleeping serum I got from another member of the LOV, Kurogiri. Your currently in the LOV headquarters, in my room. Your clothing got dirty getting here, so that’s why you're wearing my clothes.”

Well hell-that was a lot to process. You instantly looked at him with worrying eyes, unable to process all the information. Hes been watching you? And drugged you? And, on top of all that creepiness, saw your in just your underwear and bra? Oh god, maybe even more-

He seemed to already read your mind, a dark laugh coming from his lips.

“Oh don’t worry dollface, I didn’t do anything,” he joked, his voice sultry and dangerous, “you’d feel it if I did,”

You gulped, letting those words register.

So he was a stalker and a flirt-great.

You licked your lips, clearly not finding the remark funny as you continued to stare at him with terrfied eyes.

The room seemed extremely quiet, Dabi’s dominant exterior faltering as your body language oozed fear.

“Why do you want me?” Your voice wa s barely louder than a whisper, your legs wrapped close to your body.

Dabi was the quietest you had seen him from this intial meeting, his inky black bangs cascading across his face and obscuring his eyes.

“Ya know…” he finally said, his voice vulnerable and quiet, “shit, I wish I knew that,”

“I just know that you-you are so whole and innocent, so loving...I-I fell for that. Not many are accepting of me, not just because I’m a Villian. They see my scars and instantly want me gone-but your not like that.”

He turned to you, that sultry smirk framed on his lips as he leaned in slowly, his digits resting gently on your knee.

You stared at that hand, the soft embrace on your bone making your heart jump. He was so gentle with you, so soft and endearing-you knew that he wasn’t like this with everyone. There was something inside him that longed for you, and it made your head spin in confusion.

“I’m not as good of a person as you think I am,” you replied, as if desperately trying to convince him,” I’m sorry people treat you so horribly, but-but I’m not your savior from it.”

He continued to smile at you adoringly, his blue eyes sparkling like diamonds.

“See, your sorry for me. Your-naive like that, and that’s why I like you so much.”

“But I barely know you, I can’t care for you as much as you want me to-“

“But isnt that people like you do-learn to love everyone, for all their traumas and flaws?” His voice became louder, more passionate as he shifted even closer to you. His hand grabbed yours, the staples digging into your cold skin.

He was so warm, his palms radiating a comforting heat as that smell of burning firewood filled your shocked lungs.

“Your so naive to everyone, to the people who dont deserve it-,” he continued, “you love everyone and everything.”

“I promise doll, if you just care for me like I care for you...I won’t hurt you,”

Your breath hitched in your throat, fears and defiance filling your body.

“You took me away from home. That’s hurting me,” you remarked back, desperately trying to fight yourself from leaning into the naturally warm man.

“Falling in love with someone and having them not love you back is hurting too,” his face contorted into anger and some pain, as if your words cut into his ego as his blue eyes pierced into you.

Your lips pursed again, your eyes forming into angry slits.

“I’ll never love you. Never,” you spat back. He may be pretty, and in some ways endearing, but no way in hell would you be his personal side girl, kept against your will to satiate his needs.

But something in your tone flipped a switch in him-no more was the patient, flirty Villian in front of you.

Something changed inside him, a dangerous personality took over, his hand swiftly reaching for your throat and wrapping around it.

All you could see were those expanse of blue, the irises dilated with anger as the staples in his hand dug painfully in your skin. Your eyes blew out in fear, his palm warm and suffocating as your skin became hotter and hotter, until the point of pain as you stared at those icy blue orb.

A sadistic smirk flashed again Dabi’s marred skin, causing a intense chill to spread along your spine.

“Aw you sweet thing, you scared?” He taunted, his voice dripping with amusement and anger,

“ You should be,”

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jaeminscoffee · 4 years

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Mine

Pairing - Kim Dongyoung x reader

Genre - Angst, Smut, Fluff (just a little)

Warnings- Horribly written because i wrote this in language class (yes i do need help), cliché(ish)?. Mention of cheating. Slight exhibitionism (slight yeah sure), edging. Welp smut is a smut so i don't see why I'd put warning on that but oiwkskw leggo!

Summary- What happens when you bump into your ex boyfriend, whom you had cut ties with without telling him the reason why?

You knew this would be a horrible idea. But having to listen to your best friend whine for days straight, you had no other choice but to tag along with her to the apparent 'send off party' as Taeyong, the one who's throwing the party called it as. For you it was nothing more than an everyday frat party and each time you'd say that, Taeyong feigned offence.

"First of Y/n, why are you turning yourself into a rock for something you broke off? It was your choice anyways" Your best friend asked, rummaging through your closet to get you out of your pj's and doll you up.

"i don't know Rae. I was just being petty maybe? I don't even know the real reason why i broke up with him is" Rae stops fumbling with your clothes, turning around to look at you before discarding the clothes onto the floor, making her way towards you.

"What do you mean petty?" she asked once she was seated right opposite of you on your bed. You let out a sigh, running your fingers through the length of your hair. "Well, Olivia came up to me a week prior to me breaking things up, saying that Doyoung was with her, and how he was extremely touchy with her. And that was the exact day when Doyoung left in the morning, didn't bother calling and telling me where he was or what he was doing and then came back home late at night." Rae's jaws hung low by the time you ended your story.

"Y/n did you even bother asking Doyoung for his side of explanation??" You shook your head to her question as all she did after that is shake her head this time, getting up from her place mumbling something in between 'you definitely need to go to this party girl what's wrong with you' which you ignore.

Two hours after your little conversation with Rae, you found yourself seated at the drinks section where Jungwoo kept you company since Rae decided to ditch you the moment you step foot into Taeyong's incredibly large house.

"And then she just went, i don't think that's gonna fit woo please go slow" Jungwoo burst out laughing after ending his little incident that occurred during one of his hook ups. You couldn't help but laugh along with him as his laugh was highly contagious.

He stopped laughing only to gesture the bartender, which, was infact one of your other friends, Taeil, to get him and yourself another drink.

"Oh yeah?" you ask in between giggles, to which he made no effort in responding verbally, nodding slightly at your direction before his eyes fell behind you, staying there longer than just 2 second. Your eyes stayed trained on Jungwoo's face, watching it grow into a huge smile before waving vigorously.

"Doyoung hey! I didn't know you'd be here!" your friend proclaims. You don't dare turn back knowing that his eyes are probably on you as you felt his sharp eyes burning holes at the back of your head.

"Yeah, i didn't know I'd be here too" He spoke in his deep voice. You shudder knowing that his eyes were still on you.

Oblivious to the obvious tension between you and Doyoung, Jungwoo kept making small talks with your ex, only stopping to chat with Taeil every now and then, only to get back to Doyoung.

"Hey Jungwoo, i think I'll go search for Rae. I'll be going home after that" you said to your friend, cutting off his conversation with Doyoung as you gulp down the rest of your drink, jumping off of the bar stool. Doyoung noticed your moment, shifting his gaze from Taeil to you as his gaze hardened.

He wanted answers. You made that difficult ever since you broke things off as you blocked his number, refused to talk to him, hell even look at him.

Jungwoo merely nodded before he spotted another one of his friends, making his way towards him. You started walking off towards the hallway near the exit, not even bothering to look for your friend, knowing full well she must've already left you with some guy.

But Doyoung had other plans.

He started stomping his way towards you, reaching you in easy two steps as he grabbed your wrist in a rather painful grip, dragging you the opposite direction of the exit, back into the party, to a more secluded place.

"What the fuck Doyoung?" you ask as soon you felt yourself being dragged. Doyoung did not answer to you, only tightening his grip. "Dongyoung let go!" you once again say, this time being thrown to the front of a narrow hallway, a little away from the crowd.

Doyoung didn't make an attempt to speak up at first, looking at you with a glare so scary that made you feel so small beside him, well in this case, in front of him. You look anywhere but him.

"Look at me" his voice incredibly low. You don't do as he says, which just riles him up more than he already is.

You left him, he respected that. But the fact that you had the nerves to leave him without an explanation, when he knows real well that he didn't do anything bad enough for you to leave him. And now you refused to even look at him.

"I said look at me." he sounded extremely close to you and that was the moment you decided to look up. His eyes completely hooded with anger. You squirm involuntarily, scared of what he might do.

"Tell me Y/n. Why did you break up with me" him doing all the talking right now just angered him even more if that was humanly possible. And you knew he was pissed, the anger basically radiated off of him. Deciding against ticking him off more. You open your mouth.

"You cheated on me. There. Now you know why i broke up. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be heading home now" you spoke trying to sound as calm as possible, silently praying for Rae to just show up but you didn't wait for that, you make your way around him.

He pulled you back with a lot of force, shoving you against the wall. Leaning forward with you trapped between him arms he spoke "When the fuck did i cheat on you? Are you crazy?" sounding more like he was scoffing.

"Olivia told me everything, Doyoung. Why didn't you tell me?" you watch his face contort into confusion. "Olivia told you what?" he asked moving back to look at your face better.

"That you were with her the entire day when i kept spam calling you and you didn't bother picking up the call neither did you bother calling me back later. She told something about you being all over her. Do you know how much that hurts to hear that? That your boyfriend is all over another girl? I-" you lifted your head up to look into his eyes and you immediately stopped. The look in his eyes even scarier than before shut you up in one instance.

He slowly started moving back closer to you. You were scared. As patient and understanding Doyoung is, his anger issues when ticked off was something that would've scared Hades even. You knew one for sure not to piss him off, you don't want to deal with his anger.

"I cheated huh? Olivia you say? Oh i was all over her? And you didn't want to ask me this face to face and decided to stupidly break shit off because?" he growled, and you said nothing.

"I said did you ask me if i actually cheated on you Y/n" he asked holding you against the wall with his hands firm on your hips. You wince in pain as his nails started digging into your skin through the thin material of your short skirt.

"Doyoung you're h-hurting me" you whimper, which only resulted in him tightening his grip further. "Good. Now tell me. Did you fucking ask me before breaking up."

"N-no" you felt tears forming in your eyes. "tell me, why didn't you" he asked in a hushed tone. "Be-because i was mad, the way she said that you had your hands all over her, i lost my mind the moment i heard it" his eyes softened the slightest as he saw a tear roll down your cheek. But hearing you speak your next sentence, made him lose his cool completely.

"Was i not enough? She told me that you complained i wasn't enough for you. She told me that you said i was always whiny, a pain in the ass even. Why would i want to stay with you after you bitch talk about me to one of your whores?" you finally complete your rant, lifting your hand up to wipe the tears, not wanting to seem weak in front of him.

Doyoung found this whole situation amusing. You leaving him was one thing, you accusing him of something he didn't do was another. And he hated that.

He was never with Olivia. In fact he was with the guys the day you assumed he was cheating. And he made sure you knew that.

Doyoung chuckled before starting to explain every single thing that happened a day prior to your break up. Not missing a single detail. Telling you how he had gone out to cheer his friend Jaehyun for his street fighting match, how the place was too noisy to hear anything that he didn't notice there were over 20 missed calls until he went back to the dorm. And how he never, swear on god, was with Olivia and neither did he talk shit about you. And he told all this with a stern look, scowling each time you wince, feeling guilty of accusing him, but then chuckling, seeing you look down, ashamed to even look at him.

"Now Y/n, is that what you call cheating? Hm?" his hand dropped from your hips down to your ass in a slow manner. Groping it harshly.

"I-i'm sorry.. " you squeal out. "I'm so sorry.. I was just being petty, not being able to think straight-" Doyoung removed his hands from your ass, lifting it to grip your waist, turning you around roughly, in a swift move.

"Oh yes you were being petty. You want to act like petty whore I'll treat you like one" he pressed your front against the wall where you were previously shoved at least 3 times, lifting your skirt up, displaying your ass to him. "Doyoung not here! Anyone c-can see us"

You screamed as you felt a harsh smack landing your ass, "Let they. I don't fucking care" was all he said before landing around smack, this one being much harder than the last one, his rings cutting through the skin slightly. You wince in pain, a little aroused at the fact that he wanted to take you there, not caring if anyone walked in because he wanted to make it clear that you were his.

"Start counting for me or I'm starting it all over again" he said in a threatening tone he always had each time you acted like a brat.

You had no more than 3 seconds to gain your breath after each smack, him finally stopping at 20, loving the look of pain in your face. You looked absolutely ethereal with tears rolling down your face, lips bleeding from you biting on it a little too hard.

He ran a hand over your bruised skin, feeling you quiver under his touch. You stifle a sob as you turn your head to look at the crowd, oh so oblivious to your apparent 'punishment' taking place just yards away from them.

You moan out as you feel his fingers dip into your panties "Oh? You seem to like the smacking way too much babe, or is it that you're turned on by the way I'm showing the entire crowd who you belong to?"

You whine out a loud moan as you felt two of his fingers enter you with no warning, pumping at it in a fast pace as his other hand, that was placed on your waist where he was holding your skirt, made its way to your clit, drawing circles with the same pace he was using to finger you.

You let out a chain of curses, not even bothering to lower your voice in fear of you getting caught. "Who do you belong to Y/n? Tell me now".

His words mixed with his actions unable you from uttering a single word. And he didn't like that.

Adding another finger in, he started pumping in a painfully slow pace. "Answer me babe. Who do you fucking belong to?" he asked emphasizing the word 'who', speaking through gritted teeth.

You felt yourself nearing a climax, "you, fuck i belong to you" you said in a strained voice, barely audible but loud enough for him to hear you. He completely stopped his actions, stilling his fingers inside of you, you whimper.

He wanted you to say his name.

"Who?" he asked, chuckling as he felt you clench around his fingers. "You, Doyoung, i belong to you" you scream out, swearing on god that the entire crowd must've heard you.

"That's right baby" he resumed his previous actions. "you belong to me". Once again pumping fast into your now sensitive core, as you felt yourself at the brim of your orgasm.

And Doyoung knew that all too well.

You clenching way too frequently around his fingers, moaning way too loudly, grinding your hips back to chase after your high. You made it so obvious.

"Oh my go-" you were cut off. Doyoung pumped one last time before removing his hands out of your core. You cry out a whine "Doyoung i was so close" you say trying to touch yourself, but he was quick, he grabbed hard at your wrist locking it behind your back as you felt your high slowly drifting away. He had an almost sadistic grin his face

"Not so fast babygirl. You need to be taught a few things before you get your reward" he said, turning you around, hungrily pressing his lips against yours for the first time that night.

You knew not to accuse him ever again after that night.

OKAY SO HEAR ME OUT, if you ever feel like your boyfriend or girlfriend is cheating on you, then please ask them? Don't be fast to break things off like i did in this story, also don't make up by fucking each other later lmaooo this oneshot's pure fiction and none of this should be how your irl relationship should be. Anyways hope you like it! 💗

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hadestownmodern · 4 years

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Junie Meets Melody

(posting for Annika while she’s in the car...this is her space to say something...this fic made me cry and I love it and I love her. The end)

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“Now, baby, what are the rules again?” Persephone prepped, carrying her four year old through the white halls, the sterile smell unsettling at the least. Her grip on her shifted as she held Junie even closer to her. It had been thirteen years since she last stepped foot in a hospital setting, and even so grief wrapped around her heart and squeezed as she took the elevator up a few floors. Even after over a decade, it was a muscle memory, to the labor and delivery floor. This time, of course, was remarkably different. She had always left empty handed, nothing to show for the pain, the suffering, and the heartbreak. There was something empowering in knowing that the first time she stepped floor on this floor in thirteen years, she had her daughter. The daughter, who against all odds, existed. And then, of course, there was the reason they were here: Orpheus, Eurydice, and their new, healthy daughter.

Junie lifted her head from Persephone’s shoulder, nodding excitedly. “Don’t be too loud and don’t try to grab the baby.” She blinked innocently at her mother, identical brown eyes catching each other’s. “I thought we were bringing presents?”

“Good girl.” Persephone kisses her daughter’s curls, managing to avoid eye contact with nurses who knew Persephone personally, pushing her anxieties further into her chest. “Presents? Oh, well, baby, I wanted to bring Eurydice something to eat but it’s too early for anything to open.”

Persephone arrived to the room Orpheus had instructed her to, and gave Junie a little bounce. “You ready?” She smiles at her, leaning her forehead against her own as she knocked on the heavy wooden door and waited for Orpheus to open it.

The door opened within seconds, Orpheus standing there, tear marks still streaming down his face. HIs eyes were puffy from crying, but he had a smile brighter than Persephone had ever seen etched almost permanently into his face. He wasted no time before wrapping his arms around Junie and Persephone both, a new round of tears falling into her hair.

“She’s perfect, she’s so perfect and Eurydice is incredible and-” He rambles a little, pulling from the hug as Persephone extends a hand to wipe his tears, a warm smile on her own face. “I’ve never been this happy in my life.”

“Ophie!” Junie giggles, holding her arms up to him, a silent request to be held by him instead. “Ophie I missed you swimmin’!”

He holds his hands out to Junie, who’s lunging at him, and holds her on his hip. He notes mentally what a difference it is, to hold his toddler semi sister, semi niece, now that he’s held a newborn. “I’m so sorry. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“It’s okay Ophie, mama said you had to be with ‘Rydice. ‘Rydice is important.” Junie pats his face in understanding, before wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug.

“Rydice is very important.” Orpheus agrees, flashing another smile at Persephone. “Buggy, you wanna come see my baby?”

Junie nods, clapping her hands excitedly. “Come on mama!”

Persephone laughs lightly, but nods. “Lets see that baby of yours.”

Persephone is not sure what she was expecting when she followed Orpheus the extra steps into the little hospital room.

Eurydice, laying back on the pillows, with a tiny baby flat on her chest, her hands both holding her little clothes-less baby to her skin should have been it.

Eurydice is not looking up, her thumb rhythmically tracing the baby’s cheek as she stares at her, entranced with her girl. Even under the striped hospital hat, Persephone can see the little peaks of dark brown hair peeking out.

“Hey little mamas, how are you feelin?” Persephone whispers, a soothing edge in her voice that is reserved for her children in their most vulnerable moments.

She has tears in her eyes when she looks up at Persephone, her voice catching in her throat. “I did it.” Is all she can get out, before the heavy hiccup of a cry bubbles through her voice. “I did it.”

“Of course you did, baby, of course you did. I never doubted that you could.” Persephone’s hand cups Eurydice’s cheek, her thumb rubbing away the tears spilling from her eyes. She leans down and kisses her forehead gingerly, whispering again to her. “I am so so proud of you, Eurydice.”

Persephone leans back smiling at Eurydice and trying to blink back tears of her own. “Does she have a name yet?”

“Not yet.” Orpheus chimes in, bringing Junie from the window where he had been pointing out his apartment in the distance, to hover on the other side of the bed. He kneels, bringing Junie to eye height with Eurydice. Eurydice nods, her hand still firmly planted on the bare skin of her daughter’s back.

“This is our baby, Junie.” Orpheus whispers, an awe in his voice unlike anything Persephone had heard before. She suspected that awe inspiring love would be all consuming for the foreseeable future of Orpheus’ life.

Junie’s eyes almost immediately go wide, and she reaches out a little hand. It is impossibly gentle, the way this four year old hovers her hand over the baby’s. Eurydice nods, a gentle encouragement, as Junie reaches a little closer and Melody’s fist reflexively wraps around Junie’s pointer finger.

“Hi, best friend.” Junie whispers, her other hand ever so gently touching Melody’s hat covered head, eyes going even wider when the baby moves at her touch. She scrunches her nose when she sees Melody’s face, and innocently whispers across the bed to her mother. “Mama..why does she look like that?”

“Like what, honey?” Persephone muses, her hands pushing back Eurydice’s bangs absently as she watches her daughter interact with the baby.

“I thought she’d look like a baby doll, but she isn’t very cute, mama.”

“Juniper!” Persephone lectures, her voice raising just a little in disapproval. “That's not very nice.”

“Her face is all squishy!” Junie defends, gesturing at Melody for emphasis. “Rydice is so pretty, why isn’t her baby pretty? Rydice i’m so sorry! You should have a pretty baby.”

“Juniper Beatrice that is enough-”

Eurydice though, is laughing. Laughing in a way that makes her shoulders shake, laughing in a way that has her eyes squeezed shut as she wheezes. “No, no, it’s okay. Junie’s right. I know she isn’t very cute yet, Junebug, but she’ll get there. It doesn’t make us love her any less, just because she looks kind of funny right now.” Eurydice promises, reaching a hand up to hold Junie’s. “She’ll get there.”

“I think she’s beautiful.” Orpheus murmurs, trying not to show offense at Junie’s harsh criticism of his newborn.

“She’s my best friend, even if she isn’t very cute.” Junie assures, tilting her head to the side so she could be face to face with the baby.

Eurydice sits up, and looks at Orpheus with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Do you want to hold her, Bug?”

Junie nods rapidly, holding her arms both out expectantly. This causes the adults to laugh, as Orpheus stands.

“Orpheus is gonna hold you if thats okay..” Eurydice explained, as Orpheus settled in the chair beside the bed, holding Junie on his thigh. “Seph, can you take her over there..” She gestures towards Melody, as she peels her from her chest and cradles her in the crook of her arm, “walking isn’t my friend right now.”

Persephone only laughs, before gently taking the infant from her mother. She looks at her for a few seconds, already able to see Eurydice in the shape of her mouth or in her nose, something she left out after Eurydice acknowledging her appearance. She revels in the feeling of a new baby in her arms, something she had long since forgotten the feeling of.

Persephone stands infront of Orpheus and her daughter, watching as Orpheus settles his arms and Junie reaches hers out. He is gentle in the way he instructs Junie to keep her arms down, nodding at Persephone as she starts to lower Melody into his, and therefore Junie’s awaiting arms.

Junie is enraptured almost immediately, her tiny finger tracing the baby’s nose. “My best friend.” She cooes, leaning down almost immediately to kiss her nose. “I love you, best friend.”

There is something natural in the way Orpheus immediately responds to fatherhood, in his knowing ability to coach Junie through holding his daughter. It came from the practice of Junie herself, as well as inherent instinct within him.

“She loves you too, bug, look how quiet she is for you.” Orpheus assures, kissing Junie’s hair gently. “She loves you.”

Persephone has the thought to take a picture on her phone, one of both Junie and Orpheus beaming at her, but another which is more candid, of both of them looking down at the baby with nothing but adoration on their faces.

She settles on the edge of Eurydice’s bed, running her hand over her arm. “I brought shots, but now is not the time is it?”

Eurydice snorts as she shakes her head. “Not the time. I don’t think the baby needs shots on the first day of her life, do you?”

“I can agree. Maybe next weekend.” Persephone teases, kissing Eurydice’s forehead again before grabbing the throw blanket at the end of the bed from her home and tucking it around her.

Time passes with idle chat, Persephone inquiring more after Eurydice’s health than anything, even declining the offer to hold the baby herself. “We’ll be back later, Hades, my mama, and Hermes will want to come.” She promises, coaxing Junie to give up the baby. “Come on, we’ll be back soon… lets go back to sleep at home, your daddy should be gone for work.”

Junie relinquished the baby, and eventually agreed to leave after many rounds of hugs to Orpheus and Eurydice.

Persephone is carrying her out, heart fuller and happier than it had ever been as she left a hospital.

“I know what her name is, mama.” Junie announced as they walked out of the building and into a local coffee shop. “But amma says they have to pick it!”

“Amma didn’t let me pick your name.” Persephone muses, but indulges Junie anyway. “And what is her name, baby?”

“Her name is Melody, mama.”

#hadestown #hadestownmodern #orphydice #young parents orphydice #orpheus #eurydice #melody #junie #persephone #persephone and eurydice #annika writes

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headquarters90 · 4 years

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The Ring (Warrior of the Crown 9)

Pairing: Darkiplier x French Goddess!Reader

Words: 1,585

Warnings: Attempted fight scene

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“You’re still up,” you voiced as you walked into the library to see Dark standing over the table, eyes on a book before they lifted to you.

“So are you.”

“Are you surprised?” You raised an eyebrow, making your way towards the table. “You’re reading the book?”

“Yes. It seems unfair that Anti did while I did not.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the statement, watching him for a moment.

“You said I didn’t hide it fast enough last time. I thought you read it just like Anti had.”

You watched him stop what he was doing and, as he lifted his head to look at you, your eyes catch the ring hanging from his neck. You saw him open his mouth but you didn’t hear anything as you seemed to be on autopilot as you stepped closer, reaching out to grasp the necklace.

His hand clasped around yours as he stood straight and your eyes lifted to meet his.

“You kept it.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Figure it out yourself, Goddess.”

You opened your mouth to speak before the two of you were dropping your hands while the library door slammed open and you turned to look at a flustered guard.

“I apologize, milady, but there seems to be some assistance needed in the Main Hall.”

“Assistance how?”

“Ares, ma’am. He seems to be out of control. Lord Maxence states he is not himself. He said that you would know what that means.”

You stared at him for a moment before glancing at Dark who was quick to follow you out.

“Goddess.”

“Hypatia must have opened up his mind when she had him under her spell. The Darkness has a witch, a djinn, two demons, and two vampires. Each of those creatures have the ability to take over someone’s mind without being near. He may have to borrow one of the rings until Hekate and I can make him a necklace.”

A hand grasped your arm just before you had walked into the Main Hall and your eyes turned towards Dark.

“Can you even handle fighting against him, Goddess? Last time-”

“-was different. I had trained so much, Dark, that I can give any War God a run for their money,” you spoke. “I know what I’m doing.”

Be careful, Sébastian warned as Dark nodded, dropping his hand from your arm. Make sure-

“Stay out of his line of sight, Dark,” you spoke and the entity scoffed as the two of you entered the room.

“Don’t tell-”

“He has a needle!” Maxence shouted as Ares suddenly lunged at you and you threw your hand up, watching vines wrapped around him.

“Vines won’t hold him forever.”

It was Ares’ voice but it wasn’t him speaking and you found yourself gritting your teeth – witch.

“Thandi, release him.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

You winced as he managed to tear himself free from the vines before dodging with barely little time.

What’s in the needle? Sébastian voiced as you summoned your staff, catching his wrist with your other hand.

“It’s William’s blood, isn’t it?” You voiced. “He left his wife blood.”

“Smart girl,” the witch mused with Ares’ voice.

We need to get the needle away from him but the question is how are we-

“Anti,” you found yourself murmuring and you felt Sébastian’s confusion.

He can glitch right next to us as I hold his wrist and take it with force, you explained mentally, barely moving out of the way of said needle. Can you-

On it.

“Maybe we should try injecting it-”

“You will stay away from him,” you grunted out, slamming the butt of your staff into his stomach. Sorry, Ares. “You will not inject it into any of them,” you added, realizing that they could have been talking about any of the three.

“For all you know, we already did with Apollo.”

Your eyes shot to his face as realization struck.

They knew about Apollo.

Did someone betray your trust?

Or have they been watching a lot longer than anyone thought?

Someone needed to check on Apollo.

“Maxence,” you grunted, your eyes moving across the room as Anti stood beside Dark.

“I rather not leave at the moment, milady,” Maxence called out. “You could need my help.”

“And Apollo could die if he has been injected with the blood. That’s an order!” You winced as soon as the statement left your lips but you knew you could apologize later.

Your hand grasped his wrist as Maxence’s presence disappeared and your staff hit the ground as you gripped Ares’ other wrist as Anti forcefully pulled the needle from his hand.

“Break it,” you grunted out before gasping as you found your back pressed against Ares’ chest, a blade to your neck.

“That wouldn’t be wise, Anti,” the witch warned.

“Break it.”

“Doll-”

“Break it.” You two stared at each other for a moment before your lips began to move in a quiet chant, your eyes closing shut as you heard the glass break.

“You little-”

You found yourself tensing as a scream left Ares’ lips and he stumbled backwards, releasing you and you turned towards him.

“Don’t forget, witch, I am a Goddess of Witchcraft.”

You watched as Ares blinked before looking up at you from where he kneeled and scrunched his nose.

“What the Hades happened?”

Go ahead, Sébastian spoke and you removed the necklace from around your neck and held it out to him.

“You need to wear this until Hekate and I can make that necklace.”

“Yeah, right, princess,” Ares snorted. “Like Sébastian would allow that.”

“And even if he didn’t, I would order it. Your mind is wide open from them to enter and gain control. I rather not have to fight you again.” You winced at the groan that left him as he stood. “I apologize for that.”

Your eyes glanced towards Dark who continued to stand off to the side, watching.

“What happened?” Ares questioned, his eyes glancing towards the blood on the ground, surrounding the broken glass. “Is that-”

“Yes. Thandi, the witch that was controlling you, tried to inject that in me,” you answered as he took the necklace with a slight grimace.

“Better me feeling pain than me suddenly coming aware to you in pain,” he commented and you raised an eyebrow.

“You would have come aware to Maxence standing over you. Dark and Sébastian would have taken me to Hades as soon as it happened.”

“Right.”

“Sébastian, can you send Maxence my way when he returns?”

“Library?”

“Training room.”

“Meditating?” Dark’s voice drifted into the training room and you opened your eyes to look at him.

“Yes. Need something, Dark?”

Silence followed your question and you met his eyes, watching as something flashed within them.

“I’m fine,” you promised and he rolled his eyes. “I’m…giving you a choice, Dark,” you started and he raised an eyebrow at him. “After this is over, you can stay or leave. If you choose to leave, I will make it well known that you are not important to me. If you choose to stay, there are…commitments.”

“Commitments,” Dark echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“I am a Warrior of the Source before I am a Goddess. Lovers of the Warriors bare the Mark of their chosen Warrior on their shoulder blade. You can read all about it in the book,” you answered as you stood. “And there are things with me that you might find…annoying.”

“I am aware of what I’m getting myself into when it comes to you, Goddess,” he assured and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“That doesn’t mean I want you to change.”

“I’m aware.”

There was a start of a smirk on his lips as he looked at him before his eyes shifted towards the opening of the training room where Apollo stood with Maxence.

“You wished to see me, milady?” Maxence questioned as he bowed and you scrunched your nose.

“About earlier-”

“I had a feeling that was what this was about,” he mused as he stood straight. “I’m very well aware that you would not have ordered me if it were a normal situation, Lady Y/N. You do not need to apologize to me.”

“Yes, and you should trust me more, sweetheart,” Apollo tsked as he leaned against the doorframe and you rolled your eyes. “I have been staying away from everyone that isn’t a God or within your little bubble of friends.”

“Little bubble of friends?”

“Do I need to explain? Also, I see you and Dark have finally come to the realization-”

Apollo scrunched his nose as he raised an eyebrow at you before a loud exclaim left your lips as you pulled your hand away from his mouth.

“Gross,” you scrunched your nose, wiping your hand on his shirt. “Angel would have your head.”

“And you have…not going to finish that sentence. Lover boy is already glaring,” Apollo snorted. “Wonder how well he’s going to take to Antoine.”

“You’re giving me a headache…and do not add your snide comment,” you spoke, pointing at him and he raised his hands in surrender, a grin on his lips. “I’m going to seek Damon. We may have a traitor among our mists and he may know about it. Sébastian.”

“Shall I warn the others?” The Monstre appeared beside you and you nodded. “I’ll start with Bellatrix then.”

“Goddess.”

Your eyes glanced back at the dark entity, watching something flash within his eyes again and a hum left your lips.

“You coming or not, Dark?”

#darkiplier x reader #darkiplier x goddess!reader #darkiplier x french goddess!reader #darkiplier series #darkiplier #warrior of the crown series

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sagaballero · 5 years

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FANFICTION world is a truly debrided, uncensored promised land, bastion of freedom and free-style writing. In this baroque puzzle, discovering a variety of gifted (and selfless) writers, that’s an utter comfort.

Ambivalent, Luxurious, Against the current, Organic, Gutsy, Dark, Gray, Transcendent, Outrageous, Extravagant... In the case of REYLOFICs the more I read the more I am tempted to explore the deep-end of this horn of plenty. But, on the journey, say nice things about those dream-machine storytellers is clearly a sane propaganda. Prodigal author without blinking, innate crack, inscrutable wizard or soft/dark underbelly... Whoever they might be, all credit to them for doing what they are doing and doing it so well. @5-cents Less is more. Able to write a play, a screenplay, got an eye for the (implied) obvious so as to preserve what counts. Sense of slangy imagery and naked poetry, science of dialogue, syncopated path and (film) cutting, she also has a thoughtful and mature love for the characters without give in to ease. Richer than rich, the whole thing smells like a melancholic lost perfume BUT not only... Classic and atypical at once because Style is firmly timeless.

Fever of predilection and indivisible pairing:

Hide and Seek - E

Because Tennessee Williams, Sweaty Southern Gothic, Ben Solo is a dark horse (with a riding crop), Rey ain’t just a “Baby Doll”, Volcano Snoke deserves an Oscar (!), Awakening is not a bed of roses, Because fooling around with Tennessee Williams is highly inflammable and SHE’s the man

Candyleg - E

Pulpfic, Black Comedy, Roman noir, Cinematic at all points, Psyche and Eros between the lines, Outlaws everywhere, Supporting roles are being treated like royalty, Ren Solo is a case study and an authentic black horse, this story has many lives as huge zebra stripes, Subliminal Scorsese and Freud at the corner

FULL WORK

@lilia-ula The Holy Grail of sin. On the edge of lyricism, sophistication and decadence. If you start, you’ll be under her writing-perfusion/persuasion. This combo of Opium (or put your own fetish dish here) and Biggerthanlife-words should be felt and experienced. Beware to indelible effects! The guiltiest dose is often the best. 99% dubious Kylo Ren and an artful level of carnality that is second to none.

First meet, Heart stroke in unison:

The Autumnal Hunt of Alderaan - E

Medieval hunt haloed in black and gold (and deep carmine). Ritualistic, animalistic, shimmering fic like an ideal full circle (of sex practice). Need a teacher?

This Way Lies Ruin - E

Because possessive-obsessive, Death and the maiden, hunter and prey, Kylo Ren always has a plan, Sith-style courtship, Epic smut, Iconic chapters, A surprise awaits Rey! (all the time too)

FULL WORK @missbliss12 Multi-talent. Multi-faceted in the likeness of her stories & comics. Irreverent, Witty, Hilarious. Radiant and enchanted-disenchanted, all this together. Impressive fluency and staggering poetic prose at work. Not a wasted word! High wire act.

A dream bubble apart:

The Good Fortune of the Skywalker Family - Teen and Up Audiences *still in progress

To be prescribed durably. Unclassifiable modern tale. Healing and sanely insane. Your line of fortune! When you no longer believe in anything but you still want to believe (and laugh), the Skywalker-Organa-Solo are all here to tell you: “Always look on the bright side of life.”

FULL WORK

@persimonne Positively contagious! Bold, Quirky, Adventurous, Whimsical, Cheeky. This not shy-writer has bountiful ideas and a very skillful pen. Her stories are unexpected and unconventional many times, not forgetting of being peppered with precious finds. Exquisitely funny too!

Latest unorthodox crush:

Just us now - E

Siblings + Starkiller + Snow + Chase + The world crumbling. The equation is simple, blatant, the story is unstoppable and made with love. In the best of taste & in the best spirit

A Victorian Sci-Fi story:

The Hand that feed - E *still in progress

Enveloping, mysteriously intoxicating and deeply appealing. This monster romance has a massive charm on its own and an imaginative freshness. HER daring amorous temperament as much as HIS spellbinding power will not spare the common decency!

FULL WORK

@raevfitta (aka slinden) Fervent praises for this unquestionable storyteller! Prowess of writing, acuteness of senses and judgement, vigilant in choosing the slightest word, TRUTHFULNESS of facts and reactions... That’s why her insights and choices are relevant, deepened (and may become your persistent object of reflection). Addictive style, addictive work. Like a magnet! Trust and listen her discerning pen.

From the heart and the deep:

Storm King - E *still in progress

“Two children are rescued from a kidnapper and murderer after years of torture and abuse.”

“This is a modern-day AU that will follow Ben and Rey as they grow up and deal with what happened, as well as their feelings for one another and how they transform over time.”

A post-traumatic story closely sutured with sharpness. The psychological approach is non-stop remarkable and her attention to characters, inestimable. They comes out of the blackness by carrying unfathomable feelings and wounds with them. Allusive or (most of the time) without filter, this journey into/out of the depths is utterly immersive and empathetic from the outset. Incompressible (painful) beauty. K.for King.

The time of a huis clos:

In Between Memories - E

“Two strangers awaken on a strange world with no memories of who they are or where they come from.”

This perspective of confinement -inside and out- is the promise of an exploration from every angle. A canonverse fic that reads like a rediscovery and where the characters are glaring truth. In this isolated place, filled with echoes and crucial daily deeds, nothing is trivial, everything is gripping, closest to the details. Subtle, hand-stitched work, fascinating to watch! With duality and LUMINOUS dead time

FULL WORK

IN CASE !DON’T FORGET TO CHECK THE TAGS! I’m just a free electron-reader not always aware of all the safeguards.

Also, loving word to these authors whose fics have spurred my greedy reading from the very start (my recollection being a maelstrom, it is merely a sampling).

World Without End by diasterisms @kylorenvevo

Go I know not whither and fetch I know not what by @voicedimplosives

Ashes in our Wake by @aionimica

The Soiled Doves by @fernybranca

Interstellar Transmissions by @ricca-raccoon & LovelyThings @little-scribblers-heart

Our Sentimental Scars by @ricca-raccoon

Whom Hades Seized by @nightsofreylo

Inspiration is Life!

TO BE Continued

#se faire plaisir #propaganda #writers #dream list #fan fiction #reylo fic #madewithlove

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otonymous · 5 years

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The Absence of Fear (SLBP Saizo - NSFW)

Description: Saizo comforts like no other can. Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Trigger warning: near death experience. Word Count: 1770 words (~9 mins of smut/fluff) Author’s Notes: (Currently reading through Saizo’s MS and catching some major feels) + (Saizo’s birthday month) = one smutty story. Happy reading! AO3: Read here

Tagging: @quincette: because of the gold that is your SLBP masterpost (especially “Green-Eyed” and “Personal Injuries”)!

Also tagging other lovely readers: @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons, @artemira-sengoku, @dear-mrs-otome, @pseudofaux, @fieryanmitsu, @otomediary, @suzi-q-uinn, @kitty-kat-ty, @saizoswifey, @belxsar, @anyakane, @friedchikyorice, @whalebubblez, @selenecrawford, @akiza-hades-rose, @rubyleeray, @heavenzfiend, @duerme07, @classy-mc, @dani677

All characters & SLBP owned by Voltage Inc.

The water burns as it rushes up your nose like fire catching quick, filling your airways to choke all cries for help as it takes your breath away. The river, its waters still carrying the tenacious chill of winter even as the trees on its banks began to bud green, carried your body like a rag doll in swiftly moving currents meandering out to sea. And yet, you were unafraid.

“CAW!”

The piercing cry of a large crow, black as night, echoes throughout the expanse of valley as it tears through blue sky, a sentient signal for its angel of death.

No, today would not be your day to die.

Just as the sunlight starts to dim during your descent through the watery depths, a flash of silver bursts into the river like a falling star, the impact lifting your spirits as well as your suspended body. And when you feel his arms yank you back up to the land of the living, you know he will be cross to find that you can muster up the strength to smile even at a time like this.

But it was easy to smile, because child of darkness though he was, Saizo was the brightest light in your life; the angel of death your ever faithful guardian.

“Are we so clumsy that we can’t even do the wash without falling into the river, little lady?”

His tone was calm and collected as always, but by now you had learned to recognize the things that betrayed the Lord Assassin. Practically imperceptible, but there nonetheless, like the way one ear twitched when he was tense, or how his desire for you manifested in crimson irises so dilated his eyes became dark with need. The way his hands clenched tight around your shivering body as they did now, his fear of losing you palpable with every touch.

And you were right, he was cross. But Saizo had waited to deliver his admonishment, his hands busy first patting your back as you coughed the water from your airways, then rubbing back and forth across your cheeks to return them to their former ruddiness.

“Lord Yukimura will be so upset when he finds out all his fundoshi are now floating off to sea.”

A smirk crosses his lips at your offhand remark as he makes to stand, carrying you in both arms to head back towards the spot where your foot slipped on a mossy rock, the basketful of dirty laundry a mere speck in the distance to remind you of how far downstream the river took you. In spite of the water dripping from both your clothes, you are warmed by the heat coming off your lover’s body, never getting a chance to feel the chill that would otherwise come with such a close brush with death.

“Saizo, it’s ok, I can walk. You can put me down now.”

“Not a chance. Take a look at your ankle.”

Sure enough, it isn’t until your eyes drift past the wet hem of your kimono that you see the protrusion above your foot, angry and red. Your body had all but forgotten about pain in an attempt to save your life, and now that the emergency had passed, your renewed attention brought it into razor-sharp focus.

You feel Saizo’s grip tighten to hold you closer as you wince and you steal a glance at him. He was always careful; the placid expressions on his face not giving anything away. So too was he careful with you, often noticing what was wrong even before you yourself realized it. The thought filled you with a mixture of joy and gratitude.

“Saizo?”

“Hmm.”

“Thank you for saving my life.”

“That’ll be ten skewers of dango, little lady.”

“I think I can manage that.”

Smiling, you bury your head against his solid chest, listening for the steady beat of his stalwart heart as your body swayed to the rhythm of his steps.

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“Hush. I need to look you over for other injuries.”

Saizo cuts off your protests upon your return to your bedchamber, his hands making quick work of your wet robes, throwing them off before gently laying you onto your futon, all the while taking especial care with your bandaged ankle.

And even though he’s had you so many times before, the intensity of his gaze on your body, totally bared in broad daylight, makes you avert your eyes in embarrassment, desperately trying to focus on something other than the increasingly shallow rise and fall of your chest.

When you feel the slow drag of his fingers traversing from your feet up, up…up, his featherlight touch makes you shiver as the fine hairs of your skin stand on end, anxiously anticipating the trajectory of his caress.

You look at your lover kneeling at your feet, half expecting a mischievous smile on his lips. The lines drawn across his face however, are solemn, and the devastation upon his brows tells you that to Saizo, this is no farce, no intent to tease. You can only guess at how he is silently berating himself for his perceived failure in protecting you: every scrape and scratch a slash from a katana, the sprained ankle a fatal blow.

And you knew at times like this, words would only fall on deaf ears.

So you reach towards him to pull his face to yours, ignoring his frown at being interrupted from the task at hand. Bringing your lips together, you part the seam of his mouth to allow him to feel the warmth of your breath, tongue and taste proving to him in no uncertain terms that you were indeed alive and well.

The calloused pad of Saizo’s thumb rubs against your kiss-swollen lips, grazing the teeth that loved to settle into the pink scars of his broad shoulders to muffle the sounds of your frequent mid-day indiscretions. And when it finally plunges into your mouth to languidly stroke your tongue, you greedily suck to bring him close enough to see your desire mirrored in his eyes.

You did not know at what point your hands had torn away his damp kimono, so desperate in seeking the sensation of his naked skin upon your own that you were operating solely on instinct. But if you were capable of rational thought when you were intimate with Saizo, it might have scared you to think that a man could have such an effect on you. And if you were privy to his thoughts, would you have been afraid to learn that he similarly unravelled like loosened thread in your mere presence, self-control fraying at the edges?

Soft strands of pale moonlight tickle the edge of your nose as Saizo trails kisses along the lines of your neck and jaw, the press of his body lying behind yours all at once comforting and maddening.

Sighs tumble from your lips when you feel his arms encircle you, his chest hot against your back as his hands continue their work of exploring the beautiful landscape of your figure: traversing the sloping hills of your breasts to the dip in the valley of your navel, headed due south until they finally reach the drenched cleft between your legs.

Your head falls back against his throat when you feel the smooth slide of his touch along your folds, your cheeks set to combust when he offers his hand, shiny with the slick of your arousal, as visual proof of your excitement. Then, before you can utter a single note of protest, his fingers disappear into his mouth, tongue tracing his lips to diligently catch every drop.

“Care to know how sweet you taste, little Miss?”

Saizo says when he catches you staring, his hand tilting your chin to face him from behind as his lips capture yours, strokes of his tongue sensually pushing remnants of your flavour into your mouth.

Still locked in a kiss, his head begins pushing insistently against your entrance, Saizo hooking his elbow beneath the knee of your uninjured leg to spread you widely for him as he slowly slides his heat in to the hilt. Your lover takes a moment, as he always does, to allow you to adjust to his size, waiting for your clenching muscles to relax and settle around his cock before he starts to thrust in earnest, his mouth hungrily swallowing your moans to ensure a total lack of interruption.

You hear a slight hiss when his hand reaches down, seeking to feel the slippery friction at the junction of where your bodies met. And when his fingers gather the moisture there to glide around your clit in tight circles, you arch against him, blindly reaching behind you to grip his hair and pull.

The look of ecstasy on your features further prods the beast inside the shinobi, so he allows you to pull his face further into the crook of your neck, closing his eyes as he marks up your tender skin in an attempt to maintain control. No, Saizo was determined to see to your pleasure before he chased his.

His breath hitches when you finally unravel around him, the tension unfurling in spasming waves that conspire to pull him deeper and deeper within you, seeking to hold him permanently as they temporarily interrupt the rhythm of his pelvis slapping against your backside.

When the tremors finally subside, you feel the softness of his lips press upon each closed eyelid before he readjusts his grip on your leg, the intensity of his thrusts now tinged with aggression as his breath becomes increasingly irregular.

Mind still half-dazed, you reach down to gently stroke the base of his cock, fingertips exploring the delicate skin even as he relentlessly pumps to fill you over and over again. Then, pressing your lips close to his ear, you whisper,

“I love you.”

A strangled cry catches in his throat as he throws his arms around you, the heat of his breath on the back of your neck as comforting as the heat of his release coming fast and deep inside.

Saizo makes no move to withdraw, prolonging your connection as you both languidly descend from the cloud you were adrift on. He buries his face into your hair, breathing deeply, and on the exhalation you hear his quiet response,

“Me too.”

And as his lips seek yours again, you are filled with wonder at how those two little words had the power to chase the darkness away, Saizo’s love giving you all the courage you needed to live a life marked by the absence of fear.

Thanks for reading! More stories available here! 💕

#slbp #samurai love ballad party #slbp saizo #kirigakure saizo #fanfic #slbp fic #my writing #slbp fanfic #slbp smut #slbp fluff #slbp saizo fic

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pastelbatfandoms · 4 years

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The VK’s:Gods and Pirates

Warnings- None yet. Same as Chapter 1.

Chapter 2-A Healing Death Grip

The roll of Thunder could be heard all the way down to Earth,Enjoy The Thunderstorm Guys,Meghana thought wryly. So Yes Zeus and her Parents had found out about Meghana’s secret training sessions with Hades,they weren’t too happy about it.

Zeus wasn’t too happy with his Wife either. “You knew about this?!” Zeus faced his wife,a clap of lighting could be heard at his anger.

Hera didn’t seemed too phased by the show obviously used to her Husband’s temper. Hera looks over at her Husband nonchalantly,arms crossed. “Oh enough with the intimidation show Zeus it’s not going to work on anyone here.” Then She noticed Meghana hiding behind Hades and gave a short laugh. “Except your Granddaughter it seems.” Hera smiled kindly at Meghana. “It’s ok dear not everyone is upset at you.” Hera holds up a hand before Zeus could speak up. “Before you start Zeus yes I did know and no I didn’t feel like you needed to know,not with your Poseidon like temper.”

“What about us Mother?” Hercules asked finally speaking up,”You didn’t think Meg and I should know about our Daughter gallivanting off with Hades?!”

“Hey that's My line!" Hades butted in. Pointing a finger.

The Gods in the circle,including Meg,all turned to glare at Hades.

Seeing their looks,Hades let out a cough. "I'll just put this away..." Hades blew the flame from his finger out and stepped back. Lest he be sent to The Underworld again until next Winter Solstice.

“It wasn’t some sort of love affair Father,” Scoffed Meghana. “Hades was training me to actually make use of my powers instead of just hiding them away like you and GrandFather would rather do!”

“Even if it was My brother has no say given his many shall we say romantic indiscretions.” Hades piped in,egging them on further as he was wont to do.

Meghana eyed Hades. “Hades you’re not helping.” As she noticed Zeus glaring at him,if he could shoot lighting bolts out of his eyes he would have.

“So there’s nothing going on between you two?” Megara asked by Hercules side,finally speaking up.

“No.” Meghana answered a little too quickly,for the both of them. While Hades was still thinking it over.

“Are you so sure?” Hera asked with a knowing look.

“Yeah are you sure?” Hades asked over Meghana’s shoulder.

“I’m...” Instead of a sarcastic remark or look as she had given him in The Underworld,which is what Hades was expecting. Meghana looked up at him,her words faltering. Then looked down,blushing when Hades grinned at her.

Megara puts a hand to her forehead. “Oh Gods. really Megs? Him?”

Hercules looked ready to strangle Hades or punch him back into The Underworld. “You know he kidnapped your Mother right? and tried to have me killed as a Baby?!”

Hades sighed in frustration. “This again. Look,She already knows and I did not KIDNAP Megs we had A DEAl! “ Hades was pissed and irritated now,his flames glowing red. Until Meghana touched his arm,an act that did not go unnoticed by Megara or Hera. “Plus lover Boy I did not try to have you KILLED I was trying to make you human, I would have had a throne,you would have been...look it’s water under the bridge” Hades said a bit more calmly.

“A Throne you do not deserve!” Rumbled Zeus.

“Says who Brother? you? Off all The Gods,that is rich.” Hades let out a bitter laugh,his words laced with Sarcastic venom.

“That’s enough!” Meghana shouted. “This isn’t about old feuds or who deserves what!”

“It kind of is Sweetness.” Hades remarked

Meghana gave him a look and said. “No It’s not. It’s about Hades and I and My sneaking out to learn how to use My own powers right? I mean that’s why you’re all here and angry.”

Her Grandparents and Parents all nodded in agreement.

“So Why don’t I show you.”

But before Meghana can begin,Hercules stops her with a hand on her shoulder. “Meghana wait,it’s too dangerous. You’re not ready.”

“No Father,I’m more than ready.” Though Meghana’s words were firm,her gaze still held love for her Father and all the others who had raised her. But she still stepped out of Hercules grasp,closing her eyes as Hades walked towards her.

Hercules started to step forward but Megara stopped him with a shake of her head. “Let’s see what she can do.”

On the other side of the room,Hades was giving Meghana some much needed reassurance. “Remember your training. Don’t THINK it will work. KNOW it will.” Hades whispered in her ear,uncharastically calm.

Meghana nods at his words and raises her hands up. Hades takes a step back and mumbles. “Usually I’d let Pain and Panic do this one,but there not here so.” With a wave of his hand Hades produces a boulder and hovers it above Meghana’s open arms,there are gasps when it is dropped unceremoniously into her hands. But to their surprise Meghana not only catches the boulder,she holds onto it,then slowly raises it up in the air with one hand. Then she brings her other hand up to it as well,crushing The boulder between both hands as easily as crushing up a paper ball. It exploded into concrete dust.

The Gods looked on in shock. Hercules was the first to speak. “How did you...”

“ I may not have your brute strength Father but I do have My own inner Strength and have learned how to manifest it,thanks to Hades.” Meghana replied smiling back at Hades who pretended to act modest.

“That was all you Doll.” Hades said,giving her a wink. “Let's show them what else you can do.”

“I don’t really think that’s necessary Hades.” Hera spoke up.

But Hades ignored her as he lit up,not just his hair but his hands as well. Then,before anyone could stop him,Hades enveloped Meghana,engulfing her in his flames.

“No!” Her Mother cried out and Zeus aimed a lighting bolt at Hades,but before he could release it Meghana walked out of Hades embrace,unscathed. Zeus lowered his lighting bolt.

“See I told you they’d overreact.” Hades mumbled in her ear.

Meghana just grinned and put her hands out in front her. “Mother,I’m fine.”

Megara ran to her Daughter,checking her over. “Megs is right,she’s fine. Not a single burn on her.”

“Another thing Hades taught me is how to strengthen My Healing powers,not just to heal others but Myself too.” Meghana told them.

“Hades taught you how to HEAL?” Zeus looked at them in disbelief.

Hades just gave a dramatic shrug of his shoulders under the long leather coat.

Hercules though out of all them looked the least impressed,his head dropped as he put his hands on his hips. “I was afraid of this. I knew once Hades found out you had powers,it would be over. He’s only using you Meghana.”

“I’m not naive Father,I had a feeling Hades might be using me. But I think that’s changed now.” Meghana told him but looked at Hades. Hades stared back at her,not for the first since being around her was he rendered speechless,as Meghana starts to sing.

Meghana-I've been your good girl for so long,always followed what The God of Thunder and The Hero of Strength told me. Once upon a time Olympus was paradise,I never needed anything but you and My Family of Gods. But it's time to let it go,time for me to grow.

Hercules-You can grow here. Stay in this palace made of Clouds,with all of us. Hades cannot protect you. Not like we can. You can be happy here.

Meghana- Oh Dear Father I know you mean well,but I can't grow while concealing My Powers,I am not meant to be hidden away in the light,Hades can protect me just as well.

Hercules- Flowers can't grow in a dead place,Hades will only bring you darkness. My Daughter I know you want freedom,if you want to soar take faithful Pegasus,don't fly on the wings of Demons. Hades will only deceive you,If only you could see that.

Meghana- The only one who deceived me was you. Hades has never lied,I see what you cannot,and who says I am only light? maybe I'll be happy in the darkness,maybe the darkness could use some healing. I am not some lovesick girl,I am more capable than you think.

Megara- Maybe she is right Hercules,She is her Mother's Daughter,strong,resilient- Hercules-Stubborn. Hades-Sassy Megara- Megs needs her freedom just like I did,maybe she could actually find it in The God of The Underworld,something I never could. She has proven her strength. You need to let it go,let her go.

Hera-Trust in her,or she's gone for good. Hercules- But she's too young to know what's good for her Zeus- Son we're Gods,there's no such thing Hera- Only to you husband

Meghana- They're right Father. Trust in me,believe in me like they do. I cannot grow in Olympus,I need Hades more then I'll admit,I'll come back someday. But I need to spread My wings, to see all that My powers can do. All that Hades can teach me. let it go, Let me go,for once just let me go.

Hercules- If freedom is what you truly want,with him. Then why don't you take it,but The Power you will not have,protection can only be sought on an Isle of Lost with the help of a Beast. Darkness cannot rule here,it's time to let you go.

And just like that with the end of a song,Hades and Meghana were sent tumbling down to Earth.

END of Part 2

A/N: Hope you liked the song,I haven’t written one in 14 years...So what is next for Hades and Meghana on The Isle of lost? Are they now Powerless? Guess you’ll just have to wait to find out.

Part 3

#The Descendents #hades x oc #greek gods #daughter of hercules

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lilacmoon83 · 5 years

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Dreaming Out Loud

Also on Fanfiction.net and A03

Chapter 114: One Less Problem

They had run out of daylight when they initially found the skull, but the two men returned first thing the next morning. Over the course of the day, a complete excavation site was set up, as they took to digging in earnest. It was hard painstaking work, but they had recovered many bones and they were now all spread out on a tarp. They didn't have them all and likely never would. It had been in the ground for twenty-eight years, but they had recovered the large bones. The skull obviously, along with parts of the rib cage, a humerus bone, and part of the pelvic bone, as well as several other small fragments that were either parts of larger bones or smaller ones entirely.

Landon proceeded to take photos of the bones they had collected with his phone and Greg waited impatiently.

"Did you send them?" he asked impatiently.

"Sent...now we just wait to hear back, but I'd be surprised if this doesn't draw at least some attention from the feds," Landon replied. Greg sighed and covered up the bones to protect them, before they trekked back to town. As they neared, they began to hear screams of panic and terror.

"What the hell is going on now?" Landon wondered.

"In this town...that's hard to say," Greg replied, as they hurried to find out what the commotion was.

"Get your camera ready though. If the feds need more convincing...then this might be it," he added.

~*~

Snow strolled along Main street, pushing the stroller, while Emma walked beside her. They were window shopping and slowly making their way toward Granny's for some cocoa.

"Thanks for coming with me, honey…" Snow said. Emma put her arm around her mother.

"Are you kidding? You know I love spending time together and especially with my new baby brother. We don't get to do it often enough," Emma mentioned.

"I still think we should get Xander a baby leather jacket though," she added. Snow chuckled.

"As cute as that is...he is going to outgrow all his clothes in a matter of weeks at this point. But maybe when he's a little older. I do like the idea of dressing him up to look like his daddy and big sister," Snow replied.

"Hear that kid? You have a future in leather," Emma joked. Snow giggled.

"Oh can you just imagine him in a tiny leather jacket following his daddy and sister around?" she gushed and Emma chuckled again.

"Yeah...our tiniest detective," she joked and Snow gasped.

"Oh...you could get him a little Sheriff star to wear!" she gushed. Emma shook her head.

"Yeah...I'll work on that," her daughter answered. Suddenly, they heard screams and braced themselves, as Pan loomed above them in the sky.

"Here we go...he took the bait," Emma muttered. Snow swallowed thickly and prepared herself for what was to come. The demon did as expected and dove down toward the stroller. Snow blocked him from the stroller, but surprisingly, he grabbed her instead and put a dagger to her throat.

"Did you really think I was going to fall for this, Princess?" he hissed, as he kicked the stroller and tipped it over. A doll came tumbling out of it, as Persephone, Hades, Emma, Eli, and David moved in.

"Let her go…" David growled, as he brandished his sword.

"You idiots really think you could outsmart Pan?" he countered, as he started backing away with Snow.

"You know...her soul would make a very nice addition to my road to immortality. Daughter of Persephone and all," he said.

"And making your husband watch me rip your shadow from your body will be a bonus," he added, as he glared at David.

"Let. Her. Go." David hissed.

"You have a choice, Prince Charming. Your wife or your son…" Pan warned.

"I refuse to accept those are my only two choices," he hissed, as he slowly stepped forward and Pan recoiled with Snow, as he used his powers to start tearing her shadow away. She screamed in pain, as he did so.

"One more step and she dies…" he growled, which made him stop in fear that he would hurt her.

"Let my daughter go…" Persephone demanded, as she and Hades moved in.

"If this was your plan, then you really have lost your touch," Pan said, looking at Hades.

"Have I?" Hades challenged. Pan smirked.

"You absolutely have…" the demon said, as he tossed an object at their feet. He waved his hand and it opened, sucking both Gods inside it. Snow cried out, as her mother and step-father disappeared and the box closed. Pan chuckled.

"Pandora's box...not even Gods can escape it. Now...where were we? Oh yes...her or the child?" he questioned.

"How about a third option? Like sending you to hell," David countered, which made Pan chuckle arrogantly.

"And you think you can actually accomplish that?" Pan questioned.

"I'll admit, your duel with Blackbeard and the beating of him was impressive...but that pirate is nothing compared to my power," he added, as he sensed something behind him and caught a fireball in his hand.

"Betrayal runs thick in our veins, son...I anticipated you selling out to the bleeding hearts here, but I thought you were smart enough not to cross me," Pan growled, as he nullified Rumple's fireball and continued to hold Snow hostage. She choked, as she struggled to breathe in his vice-like grip.

"Charming…" she rasped.

"Let her go, you son of a bitch!" David cried, as he grew desperate to free his wife.

"Temper, temper...Your Majesty," Pan chided, as Eli stood beside David, his eyes fixated on his little girl.

"The time for stalling is at an end," Pan said, as he wrapped a hand around Snow's neck and lifted her off the ground. She gasped for air and flailed, as she slowly choked to death.

"NOOO!" David screamed, as he charged, only to be blown back by a blast of Pan's magic. It knocked him head over heels and he landed painfully on the ground.

"Dad!" Emma cried and then turned back to Pan.

"Mom!" she cried again, as her mother was slowly fading away.

"What will it be, Emma? Baby brother of mommy dearest?" Pan goaded.

"Still neither, you psychopath," Persephone hissed and Pan's head snapped to the side, as he found Hades and Persephone standing there, much to his shock.

"How? I trapped you!" he roared.

"Yeah...in a fake Pandora's box. We disappeared in a puff of smoke to fool you," she retorted. Hades smirked.

"And for dramatic effect. I do love my theatrics," Hades quipped.

"As much as you love your daughter? Because I'm about to snap her neck," Pan threatened.

"Not unless...you want to be trapped in the real Pandora's box…" Snow rasped. Pan's eyes widened, as he spied the box in her hands and immediately tossed her away. She gasped for air, as Emma and Eli helped her to her feet.

"You really think you've won?!" Pan cried, as he glared at his son.

"I expected more of you, son. You side with these so called heroes over me?" he questioned.

"In a heartbeat," Rumple retorted.

"And now it's time to end you for good," he added, but Pan chuckled.

"Every time you go up against me, Rumple...you lose," the demon warned.

"Not this time," Rumple growled, as he opened the vial in his hand and sent the squid ink inside splashing toward him. But Pan smirked and stopped the ink in midair, before tossing it back onto Rumple and Belle.

"Like I said, Rumple...when you go against me...you lose," Pan hissed.

"I know...that's why I'm not delivering the final blow," Rumple replied. Pan's brow furrowed and turned to the two Gods, figuring they were the true threat now. Persephone unleashed a beam of magic and he countered with his.

"Not even you can defeat me, Goddess…" Pan boasted.

"Well...we'll never really know, now will we?" she asked, as her smug smirk was unnerving to him.

"What…" he started to say, until he heard something behind him. He turned to find David there with a peculiar looking bottle. He had lost sight of the Prince and didn't consider him to be a threat. Pan barely had time to scream, as David smashed the bottle at his feet and then scrambled to Snow and Emma to get them away from the blast zone.

"NOOO!" Pan screamed, as the hellfire exploded in his face and overtook his body, burning him beyond recognition, while they could only watch on in horror and awe.

"Whoa…" Emma uttered.

"Ohhh…" Snow cried, as she had to turn away from the gruesome sight of someone burning alive. David held her and looked on, as she buried her face in his chest. Pan screamed in rage and agony, causing Belle to recoil as well against Rumple. But the latter watched with satisfaction, as Pan finally got what he deserved and his screams ceased, as the flames squelched and his ashes floated to the ground. There was a collective sigh of relief, as the looming threat of Peter Pan was neutralized.

"It's over, my darling…" David whispered to her.

"Oh Charming...you did it…" she gushed, as she tackled him in a hug and their lips met passionately.

"He'll never threaten to take our baby...or our daughter again," he promised her. She smiled at him and then kissed him again.

"Okay guys...save it for home," Emma complained. Their lips parted and they smiled, as they hugged their daughter between them.

"That was one hell of a plan," David complimented his step-father-in-law. Hades shrugged.

"It was," he boasted.

"I knew he'd be so focused on us as the true threat that he'd never see you coming," he added. David kissed Snow's forehead and then examined her neck.

"I don't like that you got caught in it though. That wasn't part of it," he said.

"I'm fine...promise," Snow replied. David looked at his mother-in-law and she smiled, as she came to examine her daughter's neck. Her hands glowed purple and the marks on her daughter's skin disappeared.

"Thanks Mom…" she said, as they shared a hug.

"So...any chance what we just did will work on the Chernabog?" David asked.

"Unfortunately no...the hellfire we just used to turn Pan to ash will only contain the Chernabog. Remember...he's a titan and he earned the title of black god for a reason," Hades responded.

"Then there's no way to kill it?" Neal asked.

"None that we know of. We created Bald Mountain for that reason. As containment," Persephone replied.

"And now it's worse...because he's merged with Frollo," Eli surmised.

"Much worse…" Hades agreed.

"For now though...we should go home. One crisis averted is definitely still a win," Persephone said. They agreed and decided that a trip to Granny's was in order, especially since they had to go there to get the baby and Henry.

~*~

"What the hell was all that?" Landon questioned, as they came out from the place they had been observing from.

"That was magic and the general insanity that defines this town," Greg replied.

"The fairy tale and mythology thing again?" Landon asked with disdain.

"Seeing is believing as they say," Greg replied.

"If I tell my friend about this, he'll laugh and then hang up on me again," Landon said.

"Then don't tell him. The bones should be enough to get him here. Then he can see for himself," Greg purported, as the other man's phone rang.

"Zach...did you get the photos I sent?" the former detective asked.

"Yeah...I got them," he confirmed.

"Great...so are you coming with a team?" Landon questioned.

"Based on what? A picture of some old bones? You know we can't allocate a team for a cold case without DNA confirmation that those bones belong to an actual unsolved murder or missing persons case," Zach responded. Landon sighed in frustration.

"But this is a murder case I have here...I know it!" Landon exclaimed.

"Then send me the bones. I'll get them off to the lab for DNA identification. But you know that without a fresh sample...the chances of getting a match are slim," Zach warned.

"And if I happen to have access to a blood relative to send a fresh sample?" Landon asked.

"Then your chances are a lot better. Send the sample in with the remains and we might know something in a few months, if we're lucky," Zach replied.

"A few months?!" Landon exclaimed.

"At best...you know the FBI lab is backed up and they work the fresh cases first. It's the best I can do," Zach said. Landon sighed and hung up.

"They're not coming?" Greg questioned.

"No...we need to send them the bones and a sample of your DNA. And then it could be a few months or even a year or so before we get anywhere," Landon said.

"That's crap!" Greg raged, as he clenched his fists.

"Look...you've waited this long for justice. What is another year or so? This might not be so bad," Landon purported.

"How the hell do you figure that?" Greg hissed.

"Because it will give us time to video tape the hell out of this place. No one that's not seeing it will believe it. But if we get a real account of what this place is and not just random snippets that could be explained away as CGI technology...then we could blow this place wide open to the world!" Landon said, which made Greg think about that for a moment.

"You'd have the FBI, Homeland, reporters, Hollywood and random people from all over the world crawling in these woods. We could sell these stories to the highest bidder," Landon said.

"I'm want justice for my father...not money," Greg spat.

"You can get both. Think about it...fairy tales are real? Greek Gods aren't just myths? You can name your price and demand anything you want when this finally blows up," Landon tempted. Greg looked at him and then relented.

"You really think we can do this?" he asked. He nodded.

"Done right? Yes...but that takes time, which we apparently have. Firstly though...we need to get your father's remains and your DNA sample shipped to my friend at the bureau," Landon replied, as they started walking toward Granny's and he happened to notice a package on the doorstep of a business.

"How the hell does this place get mail and packages anyway?" he inquired curiously. Greg shrugged.

"They have a post office and there must be some kind of magic that transports the mail in and out," he answered.

"Then that won't be a problem...but you still didn't tell me how you get people in this place if it's invisible," Landon said.

"That's tricky, but not impossible. When the time is right...we'll let the world in," Greg replied.

~*~

"It's so good to see you…" Snow gushed, as she hugged Lancelot. They had enjoyed dinner together as a family at Granny's and then returned home to the castle, only to find that Lancelot had come for a visit.

"It's good to see you both too…" he agreed, as he and David shook hands.

"And congratulations," he added, as he beamed at the baby in her arms. They grinned back.

"Thanks…" Snow said.

"So...what brings you by?" she asked.

"Well...I returned to Camelot to see what the state of my home Kingdom was and I'm afraid I am still banished," he replied. Snow frowned.

"But...what about Guinevere? She loves you," she said.

"I'm afraid she has told me otherwise and remains loyal to Arthur. I betrayed the crown and am banished from Camelot...indefinitely," he replied regrettably.

"I'm so sorry…" Snow said sadly.

"And you're sure? I know she probably feels bound by duty to her Kingdom and there was a time when I felt those pressures. I'm not saying that it wasn't messy, but in the end, true love was worth fighting for," David advised.

"I agree...but I'm afraid she made it quite clear that my love is unrequited," he replied.

"I once told Charming the same thing…" Snow reminded. He sighed.

"I'm afraid it doesn't matter though. The decision of my banishment stands and Guinevere wants to stay with Arthur," he said.

"Well...you may be banned from Camelot, but you have a home here," Snow offered.

"Thank you Snow...I was hoping to offer my services and if I'm completely candid, I thought perhaps there is another King that might find my particular skills of use to him," Lancelot responded. David smiled.

"Oh that is an offer I will not pass up. I need a Knight like you to help me train new Knights and police all this. It's a lot bigger than Storybrooke now," he agreed. Lancelot nodded gratefully.

"I will be glad to serve you both again," he said.

~*~

Arthur looked out over his Kingdom with his usual trepidation. To his people and the outside Kingdoms, things appeared to be perfectly normal and whole in his Kingdom. And it was all thanks to him...their King. He had fulfilled his destiny when he pulled the legendary Excalibur from its resting place inside a stone and became Camelot's Savior.

At least...that was how it was supposed to go. Merlin had foretold the prophecy that he would be King of Camelot and save it from ruin, even as he himself remained trapped in a tree of all things. But in the moment of his ultimate glory when he finally extracted the sword, his hopes and dreams were dashed when it was revealed that Excalibur was broken. It was the cruelest of jokes and over the years, he had grown bitter at his predicament. If the people knew he was ruling them with a broken sword and the illusion of their completeness was false, then his Kingdom would descend into chaos. He had utilized the mists of Avalon to create the illusion of a whole Camelot to his people and outside Kingdoms. And before, they remained quite isolated from outsiders. But now that they were part of the United Realms, they had many Kingdoms that were very close now. And he was worried that this could threaten the illusion. He didn't worry about Guinevere or Percival revealing his secret and even though Lancelot was of some concern, he still had some honor and would not speak of it either unless provoked.

Then there were the Gods. So far, they had not interfered, but he didn't know how long that would last.

"You're worried…" Guinevere mentioned.

"We must quietly continue our research to make Excalibur whole. It is now more vital than ever," he responded.

"Do you think the Gods will reveal our deception to the other Kingdoms?" she questioned.

"I don't know...we can hope for the best and that they leave us be. But we will prepare for the worst," he responded, as they gazed out over their Kingdom together.

~*~

Ravenna gazed out over the United Realms, as the hour grew very late. Another day in the United Realms was done and she was no closer to ruling over all of it. But then she knew her revenge wouldn't come to fruition over night. Hans slipped into her room and waited for her to acknowledge him.

"Did you do what I asked?" she inquired.

"I took inventory of that state of our army…" he confirmed.

"And?" she asked.

"Queen Snow and King David's army is twice the size and rumor has it that they are to be led by King David himself and Lancelot," Hans responded.

"Lancelot...of the Round Table?" she asked.

"Apparently not anymore," he replied. She growled in frustration.

"That little retch gets everything!" she complained.

"Why do you hate her so much?" Hans questioned, but regretted it when she glared at him.

"Do you have any idea what it was like being married to Eli and having to put up with that little brat?" she questioned.

"She was...is everything to him. You know, I didn't want to marry him anymore than he wanted to marry me!" she ranted.

"But father forced the deal and I tried to make the best of it. But he could barely stand to be in the same room as me!" she continued.

"He looked at me with indifference at best. But for her...he just lit up like a lantern in the sky," she lamented.

"She is his child," he reminded.

"I know that, you idiot!" she snapped.

"I tried everything to win his affection and when I could not, I tried to endear myself to the peasants. But they hated me too," she complained.

"Well...maybe because you refer to them as peasants," he admonishd. But she didn't hear him.

"But not Snow White! No...they adored her and fell all over themselves around her. Even the filthy little woodland critters flocked to be in her glorious presence," she raved.

"Careful...or you might turn green like the wicked witch," he quipped. That time she heard him and it earned him another frigid glare.

"You don't get it…" she accused.

"You're right...not that it matters. She's the daughter of Persephone. She might as well be untouchable. Pursing any kind of revenge against her would be to court death," he warned. But she cackled in amusement and the look in her eye could only be described as crazed. It gave him great pause, for he was seriously starting to question her sanity.

"Oh...but I will pursue it, dear brother! Revenge is the only thing that will satiate me and I will not stop until Snow White lay dead at my feet!" she said.

"But I am not stupid...I know it will have to be handled delicately. My revenge may take a very long time to reach fruition...but I will see it through," she added.

"I will find the perfect way to end her. And when I do...not even Hades and Persephone will be able to stop me. Because I have control of the one thing they could not kill…" she said. His brow furrowed and then his eyes widened, as Frollo appeared in the room.

"You called me, my Queen?" Frollo questioned, as his tone clearly indicated that he was not her slave by choice.

"You will maintain your firm handed rule in Paris and not let on that you answer to me to anyone, Chernabog," she ordered.

"Of course, my Queen," he said reluctantly.

"In the meantime, you will use your cauldron and search for a way to give me my revenge on Snow White," she added.

"Yes, My Queen," he answered obediently.

"But how…" Hans uttered in disbelief and she smirked, as she held up a glowing talisman.

"As it turns out...the black god can be controlled, just like the Dark One. Not even Hades and Persephone were aware of it. Only one God knew of this fail safe," she said, as Hermes appeared.

"And in exchange for this information...I expect to be rewarded when you get what you want," he said.

"Of course, dear Hermes...you have earned whatever you desire. By giving me the Promethean flame and thus control of the Chernabog...you will have your own revenge," she said.

"Lord Cronus and Circe will also support our efforts to dethrone Persephone and Hades as well...when the time comes," Hermes added. She smirked.

"Excellent...it may take years to realize, but the end result will be well worth it," Ravenna stated, as she glared out over the ocean at Snow and Charming's castle.

"Enjoy your peace, my ex-step-daughter, because I will eventually destroy your happiness...if it's the last thing I do," she growled.

~*~

Snow gently put the baby down in his bassinet and welcomed her husband's arms around her, as they stared out over their new Kingdom. She was dressed in a lovely, flowing white nightgown and he was dressed only in sleep pants, leaving him shirtless, which she enjoyed very much.

"You know...I know there are still threats out there, but I feel so much more at ease now that Pan is gone. Like this is a new beginning," she mentioned. He kissed her hair.

"I know what you mean…" he agreed, as she turned and slipped her arms around his neck.

"And it's all thanks to you, my love," she gushed, as she kissed him tenderly.

"Well...I can't take all the credit, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make sure Pan couldn't harm our children or our grandson," he replied.

"And you did…" she said, as she gazed at him dreamily.

"You've always been my hero and I know you're their hero too," she said, as she kissed him again.

"I love you so much…" he rasped, as he kissed her forehead. She smiled and her eyes sparkled with love.

"I love you too…" she said, as she slid her hands down his bare torso and her eyes rested on the waistband of his pants. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. He stared at her and their lips crashed together, as the passion that had been building between them was unleashed. He slipped her nightgown down her body and stopped so he could drink her in for a moment, before he kissed her again.

"Oh Charming…" she rasped, as his hands on her and his lips kissing down her neck, before he momentarily pulled back.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Can we do this yet? I mean...you just had a baby," he reminded. She smiled.

"And my mother healed me," she reminded back. He smiled and she yelped in surprise, as he swept her into his arms and carried her to their bed where their ever prevalent passion was unleashed. They knew that there was still dangers out there, but they truly felt that peace was on the horizon. They didn't know how long it would last and they knew they would not allow it to make them complacent. They would relish the peaceful times if they were blessed enough to receive them, but they would always be ready to protect and defend the people they loved...

In the next chapter...three years have passed.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #Swanfire #Rumbelle #AU #HadesxPersephone #Greek Mythology meets fairy tales #romance #adventure #family #dreaming out loud

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soulsxng--a · 5 years

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@kapisola

Kneeling in front of Jehvo, having to bite her tongue and spit nothing but courtesy after courtesy… She had felt so helpless. Small. Like an insect at the mercy of one’s boot. It was like subjecting herself to her father again, but worse. She didn’t want to go face Hades alone, and she didn’t want to leave Tahariel and Jophiel to that—even if there was nothing she could do against the God of Heaven.

She hated it. It took everything in her not to do or say something, hated the fact that being compliant to such a disgusting god was the best only thing anyone could do for anybody in that moment. Allisae looked up at them again. They’d always stood proud and regal, but to see them kneel to that megalomaniac, to see them beaten and just accept every blow…the mark on Jophiel’s cheek, the bruising she imagined would show on Tahariel’s abdomen…

Before she left, she hugged them one last time. Loving, but desperate and fiercely protective. “I love you,” was all she could say. Frightened and apologetic, but true.

She really did not want to leave. Not when they were all scared. Not when Jehvo was coming back. But she had to remember her job, remind herself what she had to do for her family.

As she listened to Heaven’s gates close behind her, as she left—she made one promise. Perhaps more to herself, but part of her wanted Jophiel to read it in her mind:

After her father, Jehvo would be the next “god” to fall.

To see Allisae treated in such a way by their father made both Jophiel and Tahariel’s blood boil. And if Yeheriel hadn’t come and distracted their father-- redirecting his rage to the youngest seraph, things would have ended much, much worse. Both angels would have snapped. Attacked Heaven’s God, and likely started a fight that would have ended in far more death than they wanted.

Still, watching their brother’s wings be gripped tightly enough for bone to surely break. Then watching him be lifted into the air by them as if he were nothing more than a doll...it hurt. It hurt that Eri had felt like he had to do that for them. Made them wonder if maybe, they were making a bad decision by getting everyone involved in this.

Made them want to attack even more. But no...that would only put Yeheriel in more danger, and would put his efforts to waste.

They’d have to hold back. For now.

So, as they turned toward Allisae, looked her over carefully to check for any wounds. Jophiel healing every trace of bruising before both angels wrapped her securely in their arms. Wings curving around the three of them as if to give some semblance of privacy. So that they might be able to calm down after what they’d all just been through.

“I love you.” She had said to them, and both boys gave the witch in their arms brilliant smiles in response. Edged with with pain and worry, sure, but they couldn’t begin to express how happy those three little words made them.

“And I love you, Alli.”

“I love you too, dear one.”

And then, they returned their feathers to her. Because even if they did need to talk later, they wanted to be able to be there with Alli in some way when she went to face Hades. At least like this, they could all have some margin of comfort in the fact that they could all be together in some way until the fight took place.

To hear Allisae’s thought when she left brought a little smile to Jophiel’s face. Because despite his worry at the prospect of Alli facing off against Jehvo, she was right.

He would be the next “God” to fall. He had to be.

#kapisola #~A Crown Fit Like a Collar TAHA~#~Kept Within My Better Judgement JOPHI~#(QuQ)#submission

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mrneighbourlove · 5 years

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Constricting Souls: Ch 8. Family Intervention

Ralnor had not seen much of Leere lately. Then again, he had not seen her the entire week. Where was she? He wondered if she left again...

A messenger hawk cawed loudly suddenly, flying into the palace very angrily, squawking at the prince.

"Who put a firecracker on your tail feathers?" Ralnor huffed at the bird as he took the message. Reading over the note’s symbol, the prince sighed heavily, a dark cloud forming over his head. "That... stupid snake..."

The note was simply two words written in blood. "Meet me." Signed from a 'Pluto'.

Ralnor wondered what was going on now for the lynel to message him of all the Hive members. So, the prince went to their usual meeting spot to wait for Hades.

At the edge of the catacombs, Sheer-Khan galloped into view, glaring down at the prince. His main was stained with red wine and he smelled of something Blue had concocted. "About time. If you had not shown in ten more minutes, you would have never seen your sister again."

"If that snake has hurt her, I'll flood the tunnels with gas and light it aflame." Ralnor growled. "What is it?"

"It's her that's the issue."

"...? What?" Ralnor gestured for Hades to be more specific, rolling his wrist. "Well, spit it out?"

"Watch your tongue Gerudo." Sheer-Khan was not in any mood to be pleasant. Usually he played in delicate conversation with the prince, but all his patience had been diminished. "She’s been nothing but trouble since arriving. The first thing they did was summon a demon from her body. It destroyed a wing of the catacombs, some sort of infection still left over. After that she seduced White, Blue, and finally Bonegrinder himself. I thought she'd leave after getting what she wanted in the temple she came for, but after entering, she refuses to leave. At this moment, she's drunk off her ass, having the sisters and friend join her. Bonegrinder insists its no issue, but he's gone soft on her. I and the rest of the hive are on overtime. Blue is behind on making her supplies. You need to go into that mess and pull your horrible sister out. Before I do by my jaw line."

"... so you're telling me that my sister has been partying with those two insects for nearly a whole week?" Ralnor could understand why Hades wanted her out of the catacombs. When Leere partied, it did not stop for days. "... take me to her. I'll bring her home."

"They’re arachnids. She's a bad influence on Bonegrinder as well."

As they walked down, they found Bonegrinder listening peacefully to the music Leere was singing. She had just finished shredding a guitar solo. "FUCK YEAH!!!"

With a grin she slammed more of Ralnor's wine down, followed by pouring the rest of the bottle of a very, very drunk Blue and White's breasts. “To my greatest fans! Give me some sugar babies~”

"... oh sweet goddesses, I think I went temporarily blind there for a moment." Ralnor felt bile rise in his throat at the sight of his sister dancing naked while enticing the sisters into more fun.

"Pretty prince? What are you doing here?" Bonegrinder asked Ralnor as Leere continued to make out with Blue and White. "He didn't think you liked to watch."

"I'm here to collect my sister due to Hades informing me of her bad influences as well as your business suffering because of it." Ralnor grumbled under his breath. "If you suffer, I suffer, I'm simply watching out for the both of us." Walking over to Leere, he threw his cloak around her shoulders. "Come home now, sis, time to go home." With that, he threw Leere over his shoulder and went in the direction of the exit.

"Hey, hey, hey, what the fuck?!" She elbowed Ralnor in the eye, being dropped to the floor. Drunkenly about to fight, she paused seeing her brother. "Oh, hey bro. W-w-what's uuuuup? I'm in the middle of a *burp* concert."

"OW! Leere, stop fidgeting!!!" Ralnor did not mean to drop her, but the blow to his head hurt. "No, you're going home." He attempted to pick her back up over his shoulder.

Leere kneed him in the stomach, apparently a master of drunk kung-fu. "Fuck off Ralnor. I'm not going back. I-I'm where I belong now."

"Ooof!" Ralnor stumbled in his steps but did not let go, clamping his arms over her legs and keeping a good grip around her waist. "You're coming home, Leere." His voice was stern. "We've all been worried about you. Do you think it's a good thing to just suddenly disappear? Mama and Papa have been worried sick! Covarog has been looking for you in the towns! You even missed Tebanam, and he was only here for a couple of days! What is wrong with you? You're coming home, and that is that!"

"Fuck OFF!" Leere used her magic to summon some hands to grab Ralnor by the ankles and trip him. As they tumbled, she got up to drink more wine. "I-I'm a curse to my friends. Fucking dying all the time. My only friends are monsters, because they can't die being linked to me. Aaaaaand guess what. It's only a matter of time before I hurt my family. And I’ll k-k-kill myself before that happens. So why don't you go back to Mama and Papa. You're j-j-j-just a prince. A p-p-pussy ass prince. You can't even take a woman half your size. Oh shit... bottles empty. Fuck it. It's your wine. I’m gonna get some more and party even harder. Biiiiiiitch."

"Damn it, Leere!" Ralnor had to fight to get the skeletal hands off of him, kicking the bones apart. "Do you think we give a shit?! We're your family, we love you! We don't give a second thought about curses!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her slightly. "Look at what all we have survived in these past few years! Hyrule was attacked, we almost lost our family, the castle in ruins, history lost, and we had to rebuild! But we had each other and pulled through! Do you think that you're the only one who's had it tough?! Get that pathetic nonsense out of your head and come home, right fucking now!!!"

Leere felt her anger rise, smashing the wine bottle in her drunk defiance. "I've had it tougher than ANY OF YOU! FUCK! YOU! RALNOR!" She pushed him back, something deep in her bleeding and hurt. She didn't even notice the tears started to well up. "You ever been raped? You ever watch birth parents been torn apart by that bastard Klinge? You ever find out that said parents wanted you to be a human sacrifice? You ever, in all your spoiled, privileged life, have to deal with the things I've had to see?" She gave a small insane chuckle to herself, bugged eyed. "So what, you were possessed briefly? Sounds like FUN! I have something I can't even describe as a demon living inside my body. I attract evil. I've lost friends to abominations of darkness and hell because they associated themselves with me. Carlos would never have died to the Beacon had I not encouraged his work. Silvia would never been devoured by the snake had I just said no to helping her exploration. And that's just two examples! You think Teb would find Shadow temples? You think your precious wife could stumble upon a cursed jewel that gives you night terrors, than makes those night terrors real!? I am a fucked up person to be around! And than, the cherry on the fucking cake! I w-w-was stupid enough to go into the temple of time. I think I saw my future. When I die, all of you are going down shortly after! I won't allow that. I'm a fucking monster, so I'm staying with the rest of the monsters. So tell me again how tough you have it! TELL ME AGAIN YOU DUMB-hic-BASTARD!" Leere stumbled back onto a chair, rubbing her eyes to not cry. "It doesn't matter that you love me. I'm dangerous. S-s-so get the fuck out of here…"

Ralnor let Leere have her tirade. There was obvious anger in his eyes, but his expression was tired. For the first time in his life, the secondborn prince threw up his hands. He released a frustrated sigh and then shook his head.

"I'm tired of fighting you, Leere. I'm tired of you leaving and coming back." Ralnor knew how she truly felt, so now he was going to tell her exactly what she needed. "Sometimes, when you leave, we wonder if you're ever coming back. You call yourself a princess of Hyrule, but you're not. You're really just a wandering nomad, looking for answers that will never satisfy you in the first place." He scoffed. "If you want to stay with the damn monsters, then go ahead! I won't stop you. Evidently, you trust an ancient snake you met just a few days ago more than you do your own brother." He then turned to leave, but stopped and looked at Hades. "Bonegrinder got her this way, he can fix it his damn self."

Hades growled. "No. She's already messed up operations enough. Club her on the head and take her if you have to. Or I'll just kill her now."

Leere looked down at the bottle, sniffing to herself. Ralnor’s words had cut deep into her psyche. "I-I... I don't know what I'm doing. I'm not good to anyone. I mess up things here or on the surface. I pretend to be princess when it suits me. But I'm not. I'm not like Rinku. I'm not like you Ralnor. I almost got Bonegrinder trapped seeing his own family. Than I persuaded him into fucking me, drinking all his wine, and smoking his drugs to try and not feel so pained.... And than you said it yourself. You wonder if I'm dead.... Leere looked up from the bottle, almost in a haze. "I feel dead. On the inside. It gets worse every die. Did you know I was named 'Emptiness'? How funny is that? You think I'm empty on the inside?” Leere was tired. So tired of just wandering.

"Tiny princess," Bonegrinder's voice interjected in the argument. "It is time for you to go home with your brother. You need to get some help, my porcelain doll." He fixed the cloak around her shoulders. "Sometimes, the deep, pit in one's soul feels like it can never be filled. It keeps taking and taking, bottomless. Though what you have to do, is keep faith in those around you. If not for this snake's children, he would be aimless. You must not give up, Leere... everyone will have their day in the sunlight."

"What help? What possible help?"

"... okay, for once, just listen to the old snake, Leere. Come with me. We're going to see a doctor and get you some help." Ralnor stated firmly. "Now."

She looked up to Ralnor, her head killing her. "I'm a terrible sister Ralnor. I don't... I'm not as good as Orana or Kanisa. What doctor can analyze me?"

"A psychiatrist... but first, Doctor Boveir. Now let's go, right now."

Leere nodded, shaking her head. "O-ok. Can I have my clothes. Or do you want to carry me again..."

"Go with your brother, tiny princess." Bonegrinder urged her. "He will be able to get you aid that you need, more so than you know. Put your faith in family, yes? This Anagari will be here if you need him too. You've had your fun... now you need to get better."

"Are you going to kick me again?"

"....No….”

"I don't hit women unless I have to, and I'm not going to hit you. Don't kick me again or I'll drop you on purpose this time." Ralnor hefted Leere onto his back, piggyback style. "We'll get you some new clothes. Yours smell like ass."

"Bonegrinder will come and check in on the tiny princess later, pretty prince."

"Joy."

"Do make sure she gets some proper rest."

#Crossover #ridersoftheapocalypse #Possible warning #Breakdown #Addiction #Leere #leere dragmire #Ralnor #Bonegrinder #sheer-khan #Legend of Zelda

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“Hercules,” a stage adaptation of the 1997 Disney cartoon, is the latest free, Labor Day weekend spectacle at the Delacorte in Central Park by the Public Theater’s Public Works, which for seven years now has marked the end of summer as surely as Back to School commercials and freshmen roaming around NYU with their hands in their pockets. As in the previous Public Works productions — The Tempest in 2013, The Winters Tale , The Odyssey in 2015, Twelfth Night in 2016 (with an encore in 2018), and As You Like It in 2017 — “Hercules” is like a party, featuring a handful of professional actors and hundreds of delighted performers from “community partners” in all five borough

Jelani Aladdin as Hercules and company

Rema Webb, Tamika Lawrence, Ramona Keller, Brianna Cabrera, and Tieisha Thomas

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Jelani Alladin

Isabelle Romero, Hasaan Bailey, Kelly Campbell, and Roger Bart

James Monroe Iglehart and Jelani Alladin (center) with 10 Hairy Legs (that’s the name of a male dance company!)

Tieisha Thomas, Rema Webb, Krysta Rodriguez, Tamika Lawrence, Ramona Keller, and Brianna Cabrera

Jelani Alladin and company

Members of the puppet corps

Krysta Rodriguez and Jelani Alladin

god Zeus (Michael Roberts) and the mortal Hera (Tar-Shay Margaret Williams) with the baby Hercules (a doll) and members of the godly entourage

Among the participants in the first five Public Works “pageants,” as the people at Public Works like to call them, were 516 “community ensemble members,” 141 choir singers, 26 hip hop dancers, 17 ASL/deaf performers, and one lion puppet. This year’s performers number more than 200, including a 14-member “puppet corps,” handling the giant puppets designed by James Ortiz; the members of Broadway Inspirational Voices; and the Passaic High School Marching Band. Unlike the previous pageants, there is little danger that purists will be offended by the liberties the creative team takes. After all, this is not a musical adaptation of Shakespeare or Homer, although Public Theater artistic director Oskar Eustis does all he can to mask the show’s origins in a relatively low-grossing Disney animation (“Hercules is one of the great characters of the classical tradition,” Eustis writes in a program note, “a hero whose name is as recognizable now as it was 2,500 years ago… Public Works is embarking for a second time on dramatizing a Greek myth….”)

Are there Disney purists? Can they really object to Andrea Hood’s Vegas-quality costumes, sparkling with sequins, or Dane Laffrey’s Times Square-quality set design, complete with towers armed with zippers (which is the official name for those ticker-like signs made out of countless light bulbs) Stacked up against other Disney stage adaptations, this one avoids some of the standard Disney drawbacks – rather than overpriced, it’s free; rather than overlong, it’s only 90 minutes – and keeps what’s best about Disney stage shows, above all, a terrific cast.

Kristoffer Diaz (the playwright best known for The Elaborate Entrance for Chad Deity, and as the former story editor for GLOW) has written a jokey book, some of the jokes mildly risqué, which is unlikely to tarnish nor much enhance the Disney brand. It keeps to the basic plot but adjusts its message for a New York theater audience in 2019.

Jelani Alladin (who portrayed Kristoff in “Frozen”) is a suitably eager and honest young Hercules, born from the god Zeus (Michael Roberts) and the mortal Hera (Tar-Shay Margaret Williams), and snatched as an infant by Pain and Panic, who intend to poison him, on the orders of the evil Hades (Roger Bart, who provided the singing voice for Hercules in the film, and here provides much of the comedy. He enters sneering “Public Theater. I hate parks!”) Pain and Panic (reliably goofy Nelson Chimilio and Jeff Hiller) are unreliable, so Hercules lives, although the poison makes him mortal, and he is found and adopted by a mortal couple. As a young adult, he finally meets his birth parents, but they say a mortal like him can’t go home to Olympus (“Mortals are weak. They are self serving and careless, and they die.”) — unless he becomes a hero. And so he sets out on a journey to prove he can become a hero (singing the Oscar-nominated song “Go The Distance.”) Along the way, he mets Phil, whom a friend describes as “the greatest ‘epic-journey-to-prove-yourself-to-the- gods’ guy in Greece” (portrayed by the always wonderful James Monroe Iglehart, the Tony-winning Genie in “Aladdin.”) Disillusioned, Phil has given that up to sell gyros “(Heroes die. Gyros (“Heroes die. Gyros get eaten.”) — but Hercules persuades him to become his trainer. Together, they search for people to save, villains to vanquish, challenges to overcome, .

Right away, Hercules gets to prove himself when he sees a damsel in distress, in “the grips of a giant, ugly, monster.”

“Hey,” the monster says. “Words hurt.”

But the damsel is Meg (the stellar Krysta Rodriguez), and she doesn’t need or want to be saved. She sings:

What would I do in a world without men I would do as I please Let me say that again I would do as I please Not yearning for my hero at last Forget about it fast

That song, “Forget About It,” is one of five new ones by the original Disney songwriters, composer Alan Menken and lyricist David Zippel, out of 21 musical numbers, most of them soul-tinted with the aid of a Greek chorus that’s a gospel chorus. (Six of the numbers are just different versions of the song “The Gospel Truth.”) The new songs help update the show, both in current references (“The Art of the Deal” makes its way into the lyrics of Hades’ new song, “A Cool Day in Hell”) and in current values. Meg isn’t the only one who doesn’t need a hero. When Hercules, with Phil in tow, marches into Thebes offering his services as a hero, the townspeople want to know: “Can you help me find affordable housing…create some jobs…balance income inequality….improve the integrity of our civil discourse?”

Hercules replies: “Did I mention I was strong?”

If the plot of “Hercules” is familiar, and its happy ending no surprise, there’s real uplift in the message delivered not just in the script but by the presence of the hundreds of diverse New Yorkers on stage — true strength comes from an entire community, and real heroics come from serving it.

Hercules Music by Alan Menken Lyrics by David Zippel Book by Kristoffer Diaz Choreography by Chase Brock Directed by Lear deBessonet Scenic design by Dane Laffrey, costume design by Andrea Hood, lighting design by Tyler Micoleau, sound design by Kai Harada, puppet design by James Ortiz, orchestrations by Danny Troob and Joseph Joubert, music supervisor, arranger and conductor Michael Kosarin Based on the Disney film written by Ron Clements, John Musker, Donald McEnery, Bob Shaw, and Irene Mecchi, and directed by Ron Clements and John Musker. Cast: 200+ New Yorkers including Jelani Alladin (Hercules), Roger Bart (Hades), Jeff Hiller(Panic), James Monroe Iglehart (Philoctetes), Ramona Keller (Thalia), Tamika Lawrence (Calliope), Krysta Rodriguez (Megara), Rema Webb (Terpsichore), cameo groups 10 Hairy Legs, Passaic High School Marching Band, and a special featured performance by Broadway Inspirational Voices.

The Public Works community partner organizations are Brownsville Recreation Center(Brooklyn),Center for Family Life in Sunset Park(Brooklyn),DreamYard(Bronx),The Fortune Society(Queens),andMilitary Resilience Foundation(all boroughs), along with alumni partnersCasita Maria Center forArts and Education(Bronx),Children’s Aid(all boroughs),andDomestic Workers United(allboroughs

Running time: 90 minutes with no intermission

Please note: there is no performances on Tuesday, September 3 but there is an (suddenly added) performance on Wednesday, September 4 at 8pm

Hercules is on stage at the Delacorte through September 8,2020

It’s a more complicated in-person lottery than @PublicTheaterNY‘s usual one for #ShakespeareinthePark, but, yes, even if you didn’t win the online lottery, you still have a shot at seeing #Hercules at Delacorte w/ stars @JelaniAlladin & @KRYSTAR0DRIGUEZhttps://t.co/Vpsb8fwOhy pic.twitter.com/VAR9F8kVyX

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) August 30, 2019

Hercules Review: Disney at the Delacorte, a Public Works Pageant “Hercules,” a stage adaptation of the 1997 Disney cartoon, is the latest free, Labor Day weekend spectacle at the Delacorte in Central Park by the Public Theater's Public Works, which for seven years now has marked the end of summer as surely as Back to School commercials and freshmen roaming around NYU with their hands in their pockets.

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The Mad God

A beast they call me. Uncouth. Uncivilized. A disgrace. And perhaps, if I am honest with myself, they are not so wrong as I would once have liked them to be. I cannot deny what I have become in my isolation. Part of it, I’ll admit, is self imposed; but the larger part of this misery has been out of my control. If there is anyone to blame, it is I. The sweetness of victory stales over time, it grows foul and sour even with the most tender touch, all things, in perspective and time, become clear. But, as the mortals say. I chose my bed linens, it is time for me to find if they are to my satisfaction as I lie in them.

I chose this hell, thinking myself smart. I chose to rule the earth, and so, my brothers granted it to be so. I was given uncontested rule of all things here. I am rich beyond any kingly measure for I am owner of all precious things. I think nothing of arming my soldiers in iron chased in platinum, I think nothing of the jewels embedded into all surfaces so that naught but a candleflame flickers with the intensity of a sun on all that which I hold in my domain. I am surrounded by others, soldiers, peasants, merchants, tyrants all. I am surrounded by so many, and yet, I remain alone. Grossly forgotten about in ways that if one were not familiar with my family, could be perhaps be considered cruel, but alas, for me this is nothing new.

I wanted to matter.

I should have known that I never would. That my brothers, in their cruel and deceiving ways, have once again, shown me my place. Shown me that they do not want me with them, in their ruling of mankind. And so, over the centuries, I have learned to quite trying. Zeus, ruler of the sky and God-King. He lords over them with nothing but fear and manipulation, an iron fist in which he forces them all to abide. I have heard that he has forced them to shape him great weapons of lightning bolts in which he has some show for his bluster. I can’t help but wonder how long it will take for one of them to realize that he isn’t much more of a threat than Father Cronus. Perhaps one of his own children, thus, the cycle repeating. Poseidon. Hot tempered bastard. I’m surprised he is still alive given some of the things he’s pulled. But then, I suppose, why not? He can create earthquakes in his rage and then blame me for them, after all, I’m never allowed there to defend myself against such accusations and being the Lord of the earth, seems like it would be my fault. And, if I knew it would get back at any of them, I’d consider it, but man, well, his time is brief, and I will see most of them soon enough, why bother speeding up the process?

What hurts the most, in all this time. Is the complete denial of my family. Those, whom humans seem to have the closest bond to, are nothing more than strangers at best, and annoyances seeking a favor at worst. It’s funny how I simply do not exist, but for the butt of jokes or a boogeyman figure until one of them needs me. And then they come, pleading with me for understanding and forgiveness. “Forgive us,” they plead, their mewling tones but pathetic nonsense I have long since grown used to, “Please Hades, we know you can help.” And I can; and I do, because I am too desperate to matter, to feel as though I have a purpose to someone, anyone. But then they leave, and I am alone. And nothing I did ever matters.

I clenched my fingers around the goblet, the burnished gold glowing in the dim glow of my candlelit hall. I was a God, a King in my own right. I sat upon a throne, and had servants, I had soldiers, and yet in all the important ways, I was alone. I took a long pull on my wine, listening to the creak of bone and iron, the clacking of mandibles, and off in the distance, like birdsong, came the shrieks of the damned. Those cruel enough, vicious enough, and horrible enough that they had somehow managed to gain the attention of my rather dense brothers. And so, Charon had brought them here. To me. He was the closest thing I could call to a friend, but our talks were brief and preciously rare. He was my sole contact with the outside world, a place that I wanted to both forget existed, and also, remember desperately. Amusing, how even with the powers of a god at my beck and call, I was limited. That even with my powers over the very earth itself, my freedom was just barely beyond my reach. I looked around at those surrounding me. I was no better than they, no different either. Just as I picked the perfect punishment for those that came before me, so too, my brothers had picked for me. It could be amusing if it wasn’t so pathetic.

There was one thing in this world that at least made my existence tolerable. A great pomegranate tree that I had managed to coax into taking root. It was my deepest secret. And it was the only thing that I still held onto from my humanity. It was the one desire of mine that I had managed to salvage, the one thing that I had taken for myself, in spite of my brothers, and the others that claimed me as kin. It was the only living thing that I had in my domain. It was a gross violation of what was allowed with my restrictions, and if anyone happened upon it in my inner sanctum, the thought of that punishment was not worth considering. I both loved and hated that tree, there were days that I did nothing more than watch the way that the candelight flicked through it’s leaves with a green so crisp and beautiful that no stone had hope to match. And Other days I hated it so desperately I wanted to burn it to the ground into a pile of smoldering ash for what had been taken from me. My hopes and dreams, twisted by the cruel designs of others. Not one had asked my opinions, not one had cared what I had wanted.

Even now, there was a part of me that still yearned for that dream. The dream of being a God-King, like Zeus, but not. I wanted to be ruler of the lands, of the earth. To be wealthy yes, but, I wanted so much more. I wanted to feel the light and warmth of Apollo’s chariot as he passed by, and to wave to Artemis in the night. I wanted to grow things upon the earth. Trees. Point of fact. I had wanted an orchard. A silly, whimsical dream, that even now, held on with a tenacious grip. A hold so solid that it felt as though a dagger driven through my heart would be less painful. And now, the only thing that allowed me that dream, that age old fantasy; was a solitary pomegranate tree.

I heard the barge sounds, my mood was foul as I stood and made way to the Acheron. On my thoughts was one particular Goddess, one that I disliked as much, or even perhaps more than my brothers. Demeter. The one creature alive that held my dream in the palm of her hand with a careless grip, her indifference to what I would sell my soul for was something that always brought me to a near rage. It felt so wrong that someone who should care so little about something should have it when I wanted it so badly. I shoved open my doors with my force than strictly necessary but it helped me feel better. And that, was valuable at this moment. I walked with purpose, I could feel my robes clinging to rough patches of the cobblestones, the chill of them a constant presence here, even with the mighty Phlegethon burning with it’s dragon’s breath, it did not travel far enough to warm my domain. This was not a pleasant plane. This, was quite literally, Hell.

I raised my arm in greeting to my friend, his great height appearing diminished beneath a cloak, his pole and burden bending him nearly in half but I dared any hero to underestimate him. Charon was a wise creature, perhaps even wiser than me, for it seemed only I was fool enough to fall for the pleading guilt trips that my family ensnared me with. He always seemed impervious to such tricks, I cannot deny I was envious of him for that. “Charon!” I greeted, his boat was full. I glanced to my soldiers, ready to guide them to be judged. It was the same thing, every time.

“Hades.” He had a strong voice, gravelled from lack of use, though I am sure mine didn’t sound much better. Besides dolling out punishments, there was no point to speaking much here. Nothing intelligent to converse with besides each other. Well, besides the Titans; and given that brother Zeus and crew were the ones that defeated them and put them here, I had my doubts that they would enjoy talking to me, even without me being his twin, I bore enough resemblance that it wasn’t worth risking again. “Demeter is on earth again.” I felt my hackles rise, my temper flaring white-hot, my fingers clenching into fists in my robes. Down. I had to get control. Charon didn’t know my secret, not from a lack of trust on his behalf, but my being the God of the Underworld and all, I had a certain image to maintain and nurture. “She brought her daughter with her. Zeus had some bitch fuck a bull.” He shrugged, neither of us understanding my brother and his sadistic ways. Still though, Demeter had a daughter? Holy shit, when was the last time I had bothered to look at the human world? It hadn’t been that long. Right?

I delayed court. Who was going to stop me? I took a long while at my pool, the black waters now allowed me to watch the scene upon it’s surface with a growing amount of wonder and a jagged pain that stabbed through my chest. Demeter had brought a young woman with her. And though I wanted to rip apart Demeter with my bare hands. This woman held me enchanted.

Her face was serene, with a kind, delicate smile that knew no hatred. She spoke with a kindness and a gentleness that I had only heard about, never given the graces of seeing it. She danced through fields of flowers in a carefree way, her long hair flowing out the colour of wheat and her eyes so green they reminded me of the way grass looked. Her laugh put birds to shame with its beauty, and yet she did not judge them for being less than she, she instead took delight in them and encouraged them to join her and so they sang in a way that brought tears to my eyes. Her skin was a light tone, softly tanned beneath the kiss of sunlight and I suddenly grew jealous of all the things around her. I was jealous of the grasses that got to touch her skin, the flowers that she kissed with the softest of affections, the breeze that got to play in her hair. I was losing myself here, what the hell was I thinking. She was the daughter of the Goddess I hated most, and more, I did not need comfort, I did not need anything she offered to me. In fact, I didn’t even want it. I was here, in my domain, it was all I knew, it was all I required

So why did it hurt so much when I left?

Court passed with an agonizing slowness that felt like it’s own sort of torture. Despite getting to sentence a pedophile to a beautifully devious thing I had been wanting to test out for awhile I knew I was distracted. I knew that my choice of torments had been poor at best, not well thought about, but they had sufficed. I needed to focus. I walked around my domain, torturing here, tormenting there. Tasks required of me an my station, a promise to those I found to be slacking that I had no particular fondness for them and that they could join those in their torment just as easily. It was an effective strategy, and most days, just the variance in a monotonous existence was enough to cheer me up. But it wasn’t working. Nothing was working. Not walking down by the Phlegethon just to hear the screams of those I had placed there on purpose, a reminder to those that I truly did not like. Nothing in my world could cheer me up like that smile, a smile that hadn’t even been directed at me. I couldn’t be that pathetic.

I was, in fact, that damn pathetic. I kept watching her, day after day. Finding new things in her that fascinated me. Her kind spirit, her gentle touch. She had even inherited her mother’s knack for growing things, as she helped crops grow, and flowers. She showed me the beautiful things I had so desperately wanted to achieve, and though I wanted to hate her for it, to hurt her for things that I had no control over. I found myself liking her. I found myself searching her out when I had other things to do. Spending long hours with her in front of my pomegranate tree as she spent her time doing what she did best. Being her. It had taken me a long while to finally hear her name, and when I did, I spoke it, just to taste it for myself.

“Persephone.”

I spent so long watching her, focusing on her in the human world. Watching her create beauty while I was surrounded by nothing but darkness, despair, and ruin. She encouraged me to be better. I dressed better, taking care to look like a king properly should, though none here cared or even noticed. My robes were swapped out for finery, my trinkets became more embellished and royal. She made me grow flowers around my tree, things of platinum stem and gemstone petals that sparkled and glinted. All hues and varieties stood around me. Amethyst violets, diamond daisies, and aquamarine weeping bells. Trees took form with gold bark, emerald leaves and ruby apples. She encouraged me to not only look better, she taught me how to live.

Finally, I could not take it anymore. I couldn’t take the insanity of it. Something had to be done. And I had tried to be noble. I had tried to ignore her, to go back to my life. But now, there were memories of her all around me. My rich robes that were of a finer quality than even Zeus was afforded, every gemstone and mineral I saw reminded me of my secret garden, my pathetic musings over a woman beyond me. I spent days wandering my plane, beating spirits and doing my best to distract myself. But when you are exposed to the light, it is so hard to go back to the darkness.

I tried to behave. To be noble. But I couldn’t do it anymore. One more night in a lonely bed with cold sheets as my comfort, one more day without anyone to talk to, one more day knowing my brothers had their wives and took them for granted. Wasn’t I deserving of that? Couldn’t someone be mine? I would make sure they never regretted it. Ever. And there was only one person that came to mind for that desire, that need inside me that had awoken. Persephone. I tried to avoid her, tried to contain the madness that made my sanity feel like it was unhinging. Even when I wasn’t at the pool I could see her, out of the corner of my eye. Never there when I focused, but my fantasies so strong that I felt like I truly was going to lose it. I saw her on the throne I had created on a whim, she was dancing through the garden that I had made for her, she was right there beside me as we walked down the Acheron. I couldn’t tell when I was asleep or when I was awake anymore because the nightmares didn’t stop when my eyes were open and the dreams kept going into the night. I couldn’t take it anymore.

She came to me. Swallowed up by the only earthquake that I had ever caused. My desires finally getting the better of me as I brought her here, to me. She looked so beautiful, a ray of sunshine in my world that had no knowledge of it, her beauty looked so much more in person, it was nearly painful for me to look upon her. But still I did, I drank my fill, my desperation winning out over common sense. Perhaps I was a beast, uncouth, uncivilized. But, I would keep her safe here, I would be everything she ever needed here. Here, I could love her properly. And as she looked up at me, her green eyes widening with recognition, I spoke past the lump in my throat. “Please,” I swallowed hard, “don’t be afraid of me too.” Because if she rejected me, I don’t think I would survive it.

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Chapter 139: Born to Be Yours

Snow pulled back from hugging Emma to cradled her daughter's face.

"You did it…" Snow said proudly. Emma smiled.

"I'd say you and dad were right there with me," she countered. David smiled and cradled her head.

"And we always will be," he promised, as he shared another look with Snow that spoke the way words never would.

"I'm sorry...I got really angry and Eva stopped me from doing something really stupid," Leo apologized.

"What are you talking about, honey?" Snow asked.

"I kind of stormed out to Zelena's farmhouse and tried to get Jekyll to come out and was threatening him. I just...got so angry after the Queen came to see me at the reserve," he confessed.

"She came to see you?" Snow asked in concern.

"I was playing right into her hands too. I wanted revenge...and I know that's not our way. I'm sorry," he said, as she hugged him.

"Oh baby...I know, I'm so sorry you got hurt again. You don't know how much I wish I could make it all better," Snow replied tearfully.

"Me too...but promise us you won't do that again. We don't know what kinds of things Jekyll might try. He's insane," David said sternly. Leo nodded.

"I know," he agreed.

"Uh...hey bro, what's with the snake?" Emma asked, as the cobra in the cage hissed at all of them.

"Oh yeah...I almost forgot. This is...the Queen," he revealed.

"What?" Emma asked in amusement.

"Bloody hell…" Killian agreed.

"Yeah...Chad showed up at the reserve too and I think this was his way of apologizing. She was trying to get me to act on my revenge and he got mad. Said it was time someone gave her what she deserved," he explained. The cobra hissed, as Regina peered into the cage with amusement.

"Well...I'm still mad at him for hurting you, but I have to say, this is very fitting," she said smugly.

"You're not bringing it home, are you?" Eva asked with a sour look on her face.

"I'm not really sure what else to do with her. We probably should keep her close," Leo replied. Regina waved her magic over the cage.

"It should be safe to bring her home now. I protected the cage with magic. She can't get out," Regina promised. Snow wrinkled her nose.

"Okay...just keep her in your room," she said, not liking the idea much. David put his arm around her and kissed her hair.

"I think home is where we all need to be. It's been a really long night," he mentioned. They all agreed and knew that this was just one battle in the war. David especially remembered Rumple's warning that there would be a final battle and he could almost feel it stirring in him, as he felt it was almost upon them. Snow looked at him, as if sensing the same thing in him and he gave her a reassuring smile. They knew facing this darkness would be anything but easy and they had much to figure out. But as always, they were confident in the power of their love.

Jekyll watched the battle through one of his well placed spying devices on a screen in his lab with bated breath. Things had not been going his way again. First he learned that his ally in the Queen was null since she had been transformed into a snake of all things, though even he admitted that it was fitting. He had seethed as that brat had stood outside the house, taunting him. Just like his tactless father, that one.

He considered trying to make an ally out of his Black Fairy, momentarily. She wanted Snow and Charming dead and he was willing to chance that she might consider his proposition. Kill Charming and allow him to have Snow, with a bit of her magic to help keep her in line. But he quickly decided against it. He had nothing to offer the Black Fairy in return and he didn't want to take the risk that she might just zap him to dust.

No...he needed help elsewhere to see his plan to fruition and that meant making a deal. Fortunately, he knew exactly how he was going to get what he needed.

"I received your summons, though I cannot begin to deduce what we might have to talk about, doctor. I want no part of your foolish plan that will probably end up getting us both killed," Hyde stated.

"Yes...with Rose Red in town, I suspected you would go quite soft," Jekyll retorted. He glared at his counterpart.

"I was as surprised as you when I found out she and her Asgardian brute were in town, but it made me realize that I can finally get my revenge," Jekyll said. Hyde pointed a finger at him.

"You go near Rose again...and I swear I will destroy you, even if it means my own demise," Hyde hissed. Jekyll smirked and chuckled.

"Predictable...you still pine for her, yet you do nothing to make her yours. You could have easily got rid of Fandral the moment he stepped into this town and yet...you didn't," Jekyll goaded.

"I want only happiness for Rose, unlike you. There is a great sickness in you, doctor. It's quite liberating finally be free of your disease," Hyde retorted.

"I am not sick! You were the darkness inside me! You are the monster!" Jekyll insisted.

"Just because you keep telling yourself does not make it true," Hyde warned.

"You are the reason I cannot be happy! You cost me a life with Rose years ago, but you will not cheat me out of a life with Snow White this time!" Jekyll ranted.

"Snow White is disgusted by you. She could never love anyone other than her Prince Charming, yet you are so despicable that you are going to force her into a life with you. The Prince was right earlier...you are pathetic," Hyde hissed.

"So you say...but thank you for wandering right into my trap," Jekyll said. Hyde looked at him curiously and then realized what was about to happen. But it was too late. The doctor had converted the weapon used to subdued him before into the doorway of his lab. Hyde was zapped with the purple energy and collapsed, writhing in pain on the floor. Jekyll chuckled in amusement and reached into Hyde's jacket pocket, before taking out the contract that Hades originally had on Rumpelstiltskin's second born child.

"Thank you...this will come in handy," the doctor said deviously, a he went to his lab table and selected a syringe that he had waiting. Hyde could do nothing, as the doctor took a blood sample.

"What...are you doing?" he questioned.

"Well...as you know you, Snow White helped me develop a serum to nullify your magic and thanks to my genius, I have figured a way to reverse engineer it," Jekyll stated, as he selected the syringe with the serum he had developed with Snow and then Whale.

"Now that I have what I need from you, I cannot have you interfering," Jekyll said, as he injected Hyde with the serum.

"There...no longer will you be impervious to magic or have superior strength," he stated, as he put the droplets of Hyde's blood on a slide and examined it with his microscope.

"Yes…" he drawled.

"Fascinating, indeed," Jekyll marveled, as he picked the other vial and then dropped some of Hyde's blood into the liquid. There was a puff of smoke and he was pleased, as he watched the serum turn light blue, as opposed to pink like the one he had just injected in Hyde. He found a clean syringe and injected himself with the blue concoction. Hyde watched him convulse violently and fall to his knees. The crazed, warped look in Jekyll's bloodshot eyes was bone chilling and the smirk he now wore spoke of the horrors he had in store for all in his way. Once he stopped shaking, he got to his feet and hovered over Hyde. He reached out and Hyde's eyes bulged, as Jekyll grabbed him around the neck and lifted him off his feet, cackling as he did.

"So...this is what true power feels like…" he hissed, as he tossed Hyde away like a rag doll.

"Nothing will stop me now…" Jekyll said, as he looked at the contract. It was time to get exactly what he wanted and he now had the means to do it…

Once Summer and the baby were in bed, they retired to their bedroom and attempted to decompress from the latest harrowing experience.

But sleep was not on their minds and decompressing would come in the form of sexual release, as it often did between them. Their need and want for each other ruled supreme, as it often did as well. Many years spent together hadn't dulled their hunger. If anything, it had only increased it. As always, the love and passion so prevalent between them yearned to be unleashed and was. Snow became lost in her husband the moment they were finally alone. She clung to him, desperately pulling him as close as possible. The need to have his skin against hers and feel him inside her was overwhelming. His hands and lips everywhere left her breathless, as he loved her. Her nails raked his back and she bit his shoulder, as she reached her peak. His strong arms held her writhing form, as he continued to make love to her, seeking his own completion. Her legs gripped him around the waist, bringing him as close as possible and as deeply in her as possible…

After, she lay in his arms, half atop him and listened to his half heart beat in sync with hers. He pressed a kiss to her hair and then her forehead, his lips lingering there. When he opened his eyes, they met hers in a soulful stare.

"It was you...I still can't believe it. It was you I saved that day," he said, still marveling at all of it. She hummed and pecked him on the lips.

"I told you're my hero...in more ways than you realized," she whispered and he kissed her deeply again at that.

"How long have you known?" he asked curiously once their lips parted again.

"A while...Wilby kind of tipped me off," she replied, as she kissed his scar and then moved down his neck. He closed his eyes, trembling slightly, as his body responded in kind to her ministrations.

"I've been meaning to tell you...but things have been so crazy and when we are alone like this…" she said. He smiled.

"We tend to get distracted with other things," he finished her sentence, as he squeezed her hip. She beamed at him, thrilling as his hands touched her and she pressed her forehead against his again.

"Then I realized that telling with words just wouldn't do the situation justice. We both have the memories...the chalice just let us relive that moment together. We just never realized it was a memory we both had," she explained. He hummed and pressed another kiss to her lips.

"I know that we need to sleep...but I don't want to," she confessed.

"I know...but I'll be right there with you. He can't keep me out…" he promised.

"What if he's found a way to?" she fretted. But he shook his head.

"No...I'll always find you. Just think of me and let your heart call to mine," he said, as he kissed her again. This time, they settled down, still thoroughly entwined in each other, but allowed sleep to finally take them.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in that hazy dream realm again, with fog so thick, it was difficult to see. She glanced down, finding herself in a flowing, airy white gown. It was very low cut and accented all her curves.

"You truly look like the Goddess you are in such attire," Jekyll praised and just the sound of his voice sent a chill down her spine. She felt the urge to cross her arms over her chest and did so. Her glare on him was icy enough to freeze a volcano and she resisted the urge to back away, as he approached. She would not let him scare her this time...it only gave him power.

"Stay the hell away from me," she spat, as he got closer and his eyes took her in.

"No need to cover yourself...you're absolutely stunning. I imagined this dress specifically for you and I must say...it accentuates your incredible fairness and beauty quite perfectly," he leered, ogling her. Snow punched him in the eye and his head snapped to the side. But what should have knocked the doctor away with a good amount of force barely moved him. He chuckled and looked back at her with a feral gleam. She screamed, as he grabbed her arms and she felt herself unable to break his hold. She was at a loss at how he had suddenly gotten so strong and kneed him between his legs. Fortunately, that was still a vulnerable spot and she tore away from him, as his grip loosened. She ran through the fog, desperate for escape.

"Charming!" she cried out. He appeared in the fog and she sighed in relief, as he rushed to her, dressed in the exact garb he wore when he woke her from the sleeping curse all those years ago.

"I'm here...I told you I'd find you," he said, as he folded her in his arms.

"But Charming...he's suddenly really strong! Like as strong as Hyde is...I don't understand how, but we need to get out of here," she pleaded, just as Jekyll emerged through the fog.

"Or maybe I just need to take him down right here and now," David growled, as he unsheathed his sword and rushed at the doctor.

"Charming no!" Snow cried and watched in horror, as the doctor stopped her husband's sword with his bare hand, stunning them both.

"Now I not only outmatch you in intelligence, but strength as well. Suppose that just leaves you with those good looks," Jekyll goaded. David punched the doctor, but it barely fazed him and Jekyll grabbed him around the neck.

"NO!" Snow cried.

"Let him go...please let him go!" she pleaded, as she ran to him and started pounding on Jekyll's arm. But he only chuckled in amusement and then tossed the Prince away. Snow cried and out and started to run to her husband, but Jekyll caught her arm and held her again in a vice-like grip.

"This can't be what you want...I will never love you," Snow tried to reason.

"Yes, I know...I've decided that love is for fools. I shall never have your heart," he responded, as he let his eyes wander over her, drinking her in.

"I've just decided that the rest of you will do just splendidly," he hissed and she shuddered, pulling away from him, as his hot breath slithered down her neck.

"Please...don't," she begged, as he pressed against her and tears began to fall down her fair cheeks. David appeared through the fog again and lunged at the other man, toppling him over. Snow helped him to his feet and before Jekyll could rush at them, their lips met. The doctor cried out in frustration, as the wave of true love's magic burst forth from their kiss and they disappeared from his reach once again.

Snow and David awoke with a start that had her then collapsing against him in sobs. He looked at the clock, seeing that it was only three in the morning. But he didn't care. This couldn't wait any longer. He picked up his phone and dialed the hospital.

"This is the Sheriff...I need to speak to Dr. Whale immediately," David said.

"I'm sorry Sheriff, but one of his patients required an emergency appendectomy. He's in surgery," the nurse reported. David clenched his teeth and sighed.

"Fine...when you see him, tell him that I need to speak with him as soon as possible. It's urgent," David stressed, as he hung up and then cradled his wife.

"I will stop him, my love...I will not let him keep doing this to you," he soothed, as he kissed her hair. She wanted to believe that, but if the Doctor really was just as physically powerful now and impervious to magic as Hyde was, then she feared for her husband's life more than ever.

As a new day dawned in Storybrooke, Aphrodite awoke in a very pleasant way. Despite being the Goddess of love and portrayed as a man-eater, it had been a very long time since she enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. But even she didn't remember feeling quite like this.

"James…" she breathed, as she came down from a place she had not felt in a very long time. The scruff on his chin made her shiver, as he it brushed against her neck and then lower...and lower. Then there was that smug grin on his face and she showed her strength as a Goddess, as she flipped him over. Then it was his turn to shiver and moan for her, as she teased him mercilessly and then had her way.

After, she cuddled against him again, as sunlight began to stream through the curtains. They had a lot of talk about and she still had to confront her son, who had been actively avoiding her. But she had not felt like this since Eros' father died and she was still in shock by it, for she never expected to fall in love again.

When they finally managed to get out of bed and made their way into the kitchen that morning, she thought they might finally have that moment to talk. But her hopes of that were dashed when they saw the Black Fairy waiting for them in the living room.

James immediately unsheathed his sword and started toward her, but she waved her hand and froze him in place and stared evilly at him, as she approached.

"Yes...I suppose I can see the appeal in this one and his brother. Handsome for sure...this one has a darkness in him too," Fiona stated.

"What do you want?" Aphrodite hissed.

"Have you not done enough to me? You stole my son, you killed my first true love, and you raised Eros to perform your dark deeds. And you have his heart!" she cried.

"Yes...he's been mommy's very good boy. But I'm afraid your troubles are only starting, Goddess. Your champions and their brats stand in the way of my ultimate curse," she warned.

"Snow and David will not be so easily defeated, nor will Emma. I think they have proven that," Aphrodite retorted. Fiona smirked.

"Yes...I have to give you kudos for that. They are a remarkable pair...but in the end, it will not matter. They will be swept away and I will cast the curse to end the light. Darkness will reign and misery will drown happiness," she stated.

"You're wrong...you won't win this time. Snow and Charming...and this family are unlike anything you've faced before. And I will see to it that you pay for everyone you've hurt...especially my son," Aphrodite growled. Fiona smirked.

"We'll see…" she goaded, as she disappeared and James was finally able to move again. He rushed to the window to see if she was really gone and noticed a patch of pink flowers suddenly bloom in the yard.

"Do flowers usually just pop up like magic around here?" he asked. Her brow furrowed.

"What do you mean?" she asked, as she came to the window beside him.

"Those...they just appeared," he said, pointing to them. She gasped in wonder.

"Poppies…" she uttered.

"Poppies? Don't those put you to sleep?" he asked.

"Not pink ones...they're incredibly rare. They only bloom in the presence of pure evil," she replied, emphasizing the pure. He knew enough to know that many like him who had done evil things were not considered pure evil. She smiled at him.

"She just unknowingly provided us with a way to restore one happy ending," she said. It was his turn to be confused.

"I don't understand," he said, as he watched her run out and pick one of the poppies.

"You will once we get to Regina's," she responded.

Snow and David walked hand in hand into the hospital with Paul and Eva that morning. Paul headed for the nurse's desk and was not happy to see Nurse Ratched covering the post.

"Doctor…" she said coolly.

"I need you to page Dr. Whale for us," Paul replied. She looked at him and then at Snow and David behind him.

"I doubt he's sober. I heard he was at Aesop's last night trying his luck with some of the fresh meat from the Land of Untold Stories," she mentioned.

"They told me when I called at three in the morning that he was in surgery," David countered. She shrugged.

"Yes, well I'm sure that's what he asked the desk nurse to tell people or maybe he went there after surgery. Either way, like I said, I doubt he's sober," she replied.

"I don't care...get him here," David snapped and Snow put a soothing hand on his arm.

"Baby…" she whispered.

"Snow...his help against Jekyll could be vital. This is your life we're talking about and I don't have time for his bad behavior," he replied irritably.

"Don't worry...your Savior is here," Whale drawled, as he approached and filed his tablet.

"You're no Savior, but we need to talk about Jekyll," David retorted.

"Yeah...I thought I put the mad in scientist, but I got nothin' on that guy," Whale joked.

"You're drunk," Snow said distastefully.

"Sure am," he leered, as his eyes wandered over her and then to a nurse that was passing by.

"You are disgusting," Eva commented.

"Get some coffee and sit your drunk ass down," Paul said angrily.

"But I have patients," Whale said.

"Not anymore...you're off duty," Paul ordered, as they found the cafeteria and made Whale down some coffee.

"Ugh...this stuff is strong enough to peel the paint on the walls," he complained.

"Perfect for sobering you up," David admonished.

"Listen...I don't know what you want from me. We all know Jekyll is as crazy as it gets," Whale replied.

"He's built a device for the Queen. It allowed him to not only invade Snow's dreams, but trap her there in a type of nether realm. She would have been at his mercy if I hadn't been able to join her in this dream realm," David explained.

"That's quite fascinating," Whale mentioned.

"So...the Queen found someone to hatch that plot. Very intriguing, indeed," he added. David slammed his fist on the table.

"This is my wife's life we're talking about!" David exclaimed and Snow put her hands on his shoulders.

"Charming...please," she pleaded and his anger deflated at her touch to his face.

"I'm sorry...but he keeps trying to hurt her and he won't stop. Your admiration of him isn't appreciated," David said.

"I'm not admiring what he's trying to do...it's a professional admiration that you wouldn't understand," Whale replied.

"Can you help us? Can you build something to counteract his device?" David asked.

"Possibly...it will take some time and research. How did you manage to release yourselves from this nether realm?" Whale asked. They exchanged a glance and David squeezed her hand.

"It took true love's kiss to do it," he said. Whale sighed.

"Which is magic. Science is my area of expertise. Mixing them...that's never worked out for me," he said, thinking back to his brother. Snow's shoulders slumped and she shuddered, thinking about what might happen the next time she went to sleep.

"But there might be a solution," Whale offered and they looked at him.

"I may not be able to stop his device, but I could try to build something to help Snow block him," he said.

"Really?" she asked. He nodded.

"It will go faster with help though," he mentioned.

"Mom and I can help you...anything if it means we can keep that monster out of her dreams," Eva offered.

"Then we need to get to my lab and I need more coffee...good coffee and not this sludge," he said. David nodded, as they followed the doctor out. Paul stayed behind to cover both Whale and Eva's patients.

The shop bell rang and Gold looked up to see Dr. Jekyll waltzing into his business.

"Well, well, you certainly are brazen, Doctor. If the Sheriff gets his hands on you...you're a dead man," Gold warned.

"Oh...I don't think the Sheriff or his brats will be a problem for me any longer," Jekyll said, demonstrating his point by picking up a wooden cane from the holder at the door and snapped it like nothing. Gold frowned, wondering how he suddenly had inherited inhuman strength.

"You must be aware that superior physical strength doesn't intimidate me," the Dark One hissed, as he used magic to begin choking the doctor. Jekyll held his throat momentarily, but then started cackling, as his immunization to magic kicked in. The shock on Gold's face was palpable, as the doctor strode toward the counter.

"I figured out the chemical makeup in Hyde's blood that gave him his superior strength and made him impervious to magic. A reverse of the serum I originally made to nullify his gifts. Now, thanks to my genius, I am not only gifted in mind, but body as well," Jekyll boasted.

"And you really think this will allow you to capture Snow White?" Gold questioned.

"Oh, I don't think...I know and you're going to help me," Jekyll retorted.

"Oh it will be a cold day in the Underworld before I help you with anything, dearie," the Dark One retorted.

"I beg to differ...let's make a deal," Jekyll offered.

"You have nothing I want. Now get the hell out of my shop," Gold retorted. Jekyll smirked and reached into his jacket pocket. He unfolded the weathered piece of parchment and held it up for him to see.

"Are you sure I have nothing you want?" he questioned. Gold's face went ashen and he tried to swipe the contract out of his hand. But Jekyll pulled it away.

"Ah, ah...if you want this, then I need something from you," the doctor said in a goading tone.

"And what exactly is it that you want?" Gold growled.

"Something to separate Snow and Charming...something to kill or trap him so he is no longer an obstacle in my path to Snow White. Something that will ensure she will do whatever I ask to protect her family and her people," Jekyll said. Gold glowered at him silently for a moment and the doctor smirked.

"I take it you know of something that can help me?" he asked.

"Perhaps," Gold growled.

"Give me what I need and the contract on your second child gets torn up. If not...then I guess it will be mine upon its first breath. I have no desire for a child, but I'll find use for it if I have to," Jekyll added callously. Gold opened his potions cabinet and took out a small vial of milky gray water.

"This is water from the river of lost souls. If you were to threaten her husband, her children, or even the people of the town with it...then I assure you that Snow White will do whatever you ask to save them," he stated. Jekyll took the vial and Gold swiped the contract.

"It's a start...a very good start," the bespectacled man mused. Gold lit the contract on fire and it turned to ash.

"Get the hell out of my shop," he bit out. Jekyll smirked and waltzed out. He picked up his cane and smashed one of the display cases. When Belle found out what he had just done, she'd be livid with him. He may have nullified the contract on their baby, but it was at the price of selling out her friends. And this time, he worried that she may never forgive him...

Regina put a plate of breakfast foods, Roland's favorites, in front of him and the little boy smiled up at her.

"Thank you Regina," he chirped with a smile. She smiled back, though it didn't reach her eyes.

"You're very welcome, sweetie," she responded. Just weeks ago, he would have looked at her and called her mommy and the absence of that ached more than she ever imagined it could. She put a plate in front of Robin and sat down with her own. Breakfast was amiable these days since he had come home, but not even close to the same as it had once been. Robin had looked through all their photo albums from over the years and yet nothing had jogged his memory yet. It pained her and Zelena's situation had only complicated everything. Her sister was getting some extra sleep, while Robin held his daughter.

She was glad they finally found a bottle that Jade wanted to take, as it was allowing Robin to now bond with her. Regina had taken Snow's advice and bought about seventeen different ones. Thankfully, Jade had decided there was one she didn't hate and Zelena had learned how to use the breast pump, allowing them to have some milk on hand to help with feeding her. It was the oddest situation Regina had ever experienced, but this little baby was bringing them together in a way she wouldn't have expected.

Zelena still had a lot of anger and resentment to work through, but with the baby to focus on, she found her sister seemed to think about revenge less these days. It made perfect sense though, for it had been Robin and Roland that had finally allowed Regina to let go of her own desire for revenge. Though she wouldn't deny that she enjoyed seeing her darker half get exactly what she believed she deserved for the havoc she had wrecked on them in her short time in town. But she could not expect that her happiness would be restored on that day and was curious when she answered the door to Aphrodite and James.

"Is everything all right with Snow and David?" Regina asked, as she let them in.

"For the moment, though that creepy doctor is still a problem. But that's not why we're here," the Goddess responded.

"Okay...then why are you here?" the former Queen asked.

"This…" Aphrodite said, holding up the pink flower.

"A pink poppy?" Regina asked, not quite understanding.

"See...she doesn't know what it is either," James commented.

"You shush…" she chided and then floated her way into the kitchen. They all watched her curiously, as she waved her hand over the flower, activating the pollen. It swept over Robin and Roland, returning the memories that were lost. Recognition dawned in Robin's eyes, as he practically jumped out of his seat and took Regina in his arms, kissing her soundly. She quickly got over her surprise and kissed him back, as tears filled her eyes.

"Mommy?" Roland called, as their lips parted. That made the tears finally fall, as she picked him and hugged him tightly.

"Yes…" she answered, just as Zelena was coming down the stairs to witness the scene. They were a perfect picture with Roland and baby Jade in their arms and she felt that familiar envy rear its ugly head inside her.

"Thank you...but how?" Regina asked.

"It's quite possibly the only good thing that will come from the Black Fairy being here. These pink poppies only bloom in the presence of pure evil. She visited me this morning and left a patch of these behind. They restore that which has been lost," she explained.

"So...you have your memories back," Zelena mentioned. Robin's smile became a frown, as he glowered at her.

"You…" he growled, as Regina put a hand on his arm.

"Believe me...I didn't want to be with you either. It was the Queen...I let myself be manipulated," the redhead said.

"You were manipulated? You conspired with her to hurt Regina in the most painful of ways!" Robin cried.

"I did...and I'm sorry. I would say something good came out of it though, wouldn't you?" she asked. He continued to glare at her, but then looked down at his daughter.

"If you try to keep me from her…" he started to say.

"I won't...I know this is a mess, but like Regina said, we're family. I don't deserve anything from you. But I hope that you won't cut me out of Jade's life," Zelena pleaded. Robin's gaze was still stern, but then he looked down at the baby.

"I'm so far from being okay with being anywhere near you…" he started to say.

"But for her...we can try this," he relented. Regina smiled softly and rested her head on his shoulder. She finally had him back. Now if only they could get rid of Jekyll and the Black Fairy, their whole family might actually have a chance at peace. She would take a page from Snow's book on this and hope they could win the final battle and find that peace...

#Snowing #Snow x Charming #Charming family #OC Charmings #AU Retelling #season 6 AU #Jekyll and Hyde #Rose Red #Fandral the Dashing #Dashing Rose #background OQ #background CS #Prince James #Aphrodite #romance #adventure #ouat fanfiction

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