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oletus-manors-log · 1 year

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OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ Due to certain matters, I'd like to thank Taegan Collins (@nice-chiaki) and Samuel Blackwail (@paperbcy) for giving me the means to... Start things off with the poor novelist.

I swear to not write angst unless it's absolutely necessary (and because I also have requests to tend to), but these two have given me the means to... Start things off properly. Enjoy. ”

[ TW.: Major Character Death ; Gore ; Trauma ]

Call of Abyss

The abyss was not one that a man can take on his own.

It's a weird thing, really. The abyss is not one to discriminate those that reside in it, and yet for Orpheus, he found it to be one of the very places where mankind is to be judged in its own eyes.

As he stood by and stared back at the unending darkness, he found himself unable to look away. Why, what he was staring was something no one but himself can understand, and it was almost as though it spoke to him.

" Orpheus... "

Despite the yelling he could hear from those around him, it sounded akin to white noise as the unknown reached out to him, gently grabbing him by the throat.

" Oh, Orpheus... "

Then, it went by to even more parts of himself. Those voices he kept hearing became more and more softer— it was almost harder for him to hear it if it weren't for them yelling, begging for him to look.

Alas, he couldn't look. Rather, he didn't want to look.

It was almost like something was stopping him from doing so.

" Orpheus! Orpheus, wake up! "

He could hardly feel anything in his body as the walls came crashing down, his mind becoming numb with the amount of thorns that began to sink into his skin like knives. He knew in himself that it was wrong, but who was he to indulge the last bits of himself before he's lost humanity?

And yet, before he could go for long, he felt 2 lithe hands yank him from getting too close and deep into its confines and dragged out, making him greet the beaming light—

—and the angered look of one of the survivors he was in a match with. One that he knew awfully well.

"What were you doing in there?!" Lily yelled, sounding angry as she held her pompoms under her arm. "Can't you see that being near him was bad news?! You were like, under it's control and letting him eat at you alive like that!"

The novelist stayed quiet as he heard words(?) come out of her, her voice sounding much like white noise that he hears in his episodes. He could hardly understand what she was saying as he could see the abyss lurking from beneath them, slowly clambering its way up to their legs—

—It'll consume her alive. I need to act quickly.

"—and it's like you forgot we were in a ma--"

"Move out of the way!"

He shoved Lily off to the side, and although she wanted to yell at him again, her eyes widened at the sight of spikes coming up from beneath and striking the heart of the matter.

Orpheus's heart.

All she could do was watch in bated breath as she sees the novelist's body be pierced by multiple abyssal spikes, digging through him and making him bleed. After a while, he seems to lurch and heave, almost like he was alive.

And yet his eyes... Oh, Lily couldn't forget.

His eyes were staring at her.

Boring holes into her like a film that could not be forgotten by many.

Although his body was twisted and contorted to an abomination that she could hardly recognize, she couldn't hear herself screaming as she saw the last remains of the novelist be tossed to a pathetic whelp of mass, guts and blood spewing and spilling absolutely everywhere.

Then, she hears it.

" Lily.... "

The darkness ate away at what semblance she had as she felt paranoia seize her heart, her pompoms laid on the ground with a defeated and muted pomf.

...

Was her surroundings getting darker, perhaps?

Or was it simply her imagination?

Alas, no man can save her, for she has heard it calling for her.

And thus, she reached her hand for the abyss above, unknowing of the fact that it had consumed her from below.

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mydearestdarlingdead · 19 days

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"I can understand Orpheus." They admitted, an adoring glint in their eye as they glanced toward their slumbering spouse, "I couldn't have lived without the reassurance of looking back.'

#spilt ink #drabble #my writing #writeblr #writblr #writer #author #my art #my work #my words #orpheus and eurydice

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sydneyofalltrades · 11 months

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I know I already sent it but now that rules are clarified

Trick or Treat! (Hadestown!)

WAY DOWN HADESTOWN FOR YOU THEN!

Orpheus was a poor boy, but he had a gift to give. And bringing the world back into tune was what he did. With his wife, now rescued from Hadestown's dark clutches, the world breathed easier with spring and fall brought back.

So much so, in fact, that Persephone invited the lovebirds to her fall departure party.

"Oh, you came!" The hostess and Goddess of Spring eagerly handed the couple cooled glasses of wine to enjoy during the festivities.

"Couldn't miss an invitation from the Lady of Spring herself," Orpheus said brightly. Eurydice smiled warmly.

"We couldn't thank you enough for inviting us."

Persephone smiled. "Well, of course, sweetheart! You brought the world back to life again, you deserve endless celebrations."

And celebrations there were. Without the Fates and their tricks to spoil their fun, the lovers danced, laughed, drank, and sang with the rest of the partygoers, including Orpheus' caretaker, the god Hermes.

"Sing it, Perse," Hermes was shouting, as Persephone laughed crisply and continued her loud song and dance.

Midway through the party, Persephone asked Orpheus to provide a speech, one the poet was eager to deliver. Eurydice watched in pride and love as he spoke of the falling leaves and abundance in harvest.

"And we owe it all to the lovely Lady of Spring, who always fills our cups as she lives it on top, Orpheus finished with a warm smile. Persephone beamed, her face slightly flushed from dancing and drinks.

Eurydice pulled Orpheus away from the crowds. "You were beautiful," she said happily, and Orpheus just smiled.

They danced together, in love and in happiness, as the setting sun set the orange leaves ablaze.

#hadestown #hadestown fanfic #hadestown au #drabbles #halloween #orphydice #orpheus #eurydice #persephone #hermes #syds treats for halloween!!#dney responds!

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metalscoops · 2 years

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Don't Look Behind

Steven was not strong enough to not look at what he wanted (a harringrove Orpheus and Eurydice retelling)

When William tragically died, his husband Steven, decided he would go to any lengths to be reunited with him.

There had only been one mortal whose skill at music compared with the skill of the god of such, the golden Apollo, and that mortal’s name was Steven. When he played, people came from miles around to hear, to marvel at his skill and dexterity.

When he first met and how he wooed the man he loved, William, no one knew, but it was clear that no person he wanted could have resisted his charm and power. There was a wedding, a magnificent wedding, attended by their friends and found family.

Their blood family was markedly not there, and throughout the ceremony the candles and the lamps in the temple gave off an oily black smoke so thick the guests coughed and choked. Even the priests had to wipe tears from their eyes. They looked at one another and shook their heads: “this is a bad omen. Such things should never happen at a wedding.”

The priests were right to be worried.

The morning after their wedding William woke up early. He climbed from the bed where Steven was still deep in sleep. In the dawn light he went out walking, and didn’t notice the snake coiled on a rock he passed. It slid through the grass after him as William walked barefoot through the grass.

Their paths crossed and it had sunk its fangs into his ankle before he noticed. Poison coursed through his veins unchecked and with a cry he fell to the ground.

When Steven found him he was lying dead and cold. He lifted William in his arms and carried him home, his face wet with tears.

After the funeral was finished, when the pyre had burned and the heat of the fire’s heart had consumed the house of bone, Steven set off on a great journey.

He travelled over land and sea until he came to a dark cave. He made his way through tunnels that wound to the left and right. He delved into darkness. At last he came to the edge of an oily, black river, the river of forgetfulness.

On the far side of it he could see the shadowy hills of the land he was seeking. Hades, the land of the dead. Steven stared over the water, with only the thought of William in his mind. How could his lovely husband be there, in that strange dark place?

Suddenly from the shadows there came the sound of growling, then harsh barking, and the great three-headed dog Cerberus, who guarded the entrance to the Underworld, leapt at Steven, lips curled back from his teeth. Steven lifted his lyre and began to play; such was the beauty of his music that the monstrous dog stopped in his tracks, wagged his tail, and closed his eyes.

The beauty of his music floated across the water and reached the ears of Charon, the ferryman. Charon punted his boat towards the sound, gliding to a stop in front of him.

Steven never stopped playing his lyre. He stepped from the bank into the boat and the ancient ferryman moved the boat back across the river, asking no payment from Steven when he jumped lithe from the boat upon its reaching the other side.

Steven kept playing as he walked into the shadows on the other side of the bank, treading his way into Hades. Soon there was a whispering around him, a rustling, a shuffling, like the sound of wind blowing through leaves; the dead were gathering. They were following him. They were enchanted by his music. It made them weep for sorrows they could not remember any more; it made them laugh for joys that were forgotten, for the dead have lost all memory of their lives.

On and on Steven walked, surrounded by the dead, desperately trying not to look too hard in case he recognised someone’s face, and then he saw a palace loom from the shadows. As he approached it, the dead fell back. He found he was walking alone. He was approaching the dwelling place of their King. He made his way between black gates; he climbed steps of black stone; a doorway of black ebony swung open before him.

At the far end of the hall he entered were two thrones. On one sat the king of terrors, Hades himself, his eyes as deep as open graves, his black beard spread across his belly.

Beside Hades sat his wife, beautiful Persephone. She was like a moon shining in a dark sky, like a mistletoe berry in the depths of winter. Steven, still playing his lyre, walked up to the two thrones. He stood before the god and goddess. He looked into their faces and then he began to sing.

At the end of his song, there was a silence.

Then Persephone turned to Hades, her face streaming with silver tears, and Hades turned to his wife. One oily black tear trickled down his cheek and splashed onto his beard.

He drew breath and spoke: “Fetch me the three Fates.”

The three ancient sisters were brought before him, Clotho; the first who spins out the thread of a life, Lachesis; the second who measures its length and Atropos; the third who cuts it. Hades looked into the wrinkled, leathery face of Atropos.

“Find the cut thread of William’s life and mend it,” the third sister bowed before the god. Hades turned to Steven. To be together again, Steven was told he could lead his husband out of the underworld, but could not look back at him; else, he would be lost forever.

Steven bowed. He turned on his heel and left the palace, making his way across the shadowy Kingdom until he came to the river’s edge. Charon, the ferryman, was waiting for him; he climbed into the boat. As he sat down he felt it tremble, as if someone had climbed in behind him. He kept his eyes fixed on the far shore, trying so hard not to look at William even though everything in him urged him to.

When they reached the riverbank, he stepped out of the boat and behind him he could hear footsteps, quiet footsteps following him. As he journeyed, he could sometimes hear the snap of a twig. Sometimes he thought he could feel William’s breath on the back of his neck. And still he looked ahead, ignoring him with everything in him. He made his way through the tunnel of stone.

Soon, he thought to himself, soon the dawn will break and the light of the sun will shine on my face. But as William was following him, he could not understand why Steven would not turn to look at him, and he began calling his name, pleading with him to look at him, just for a moment. Steven flinched, the accusations that he did not love William, and if he did he would turn to look at him, cut deep.

At last he was out of the cave and breathing the fresh air of the living world. Above him the sky was bright with shining stars. Steven’s heart leapt in his chest, and he was not strong enough to not look at what he wanted, and he turned to face William before he recalled the extent of Hades’ warning.

For though Steven was free of the Underworld, William was not yet.

For a single moment Steven saw his face, strangely pale beneath the silver stars, writ with anguish and fear. He rushed forward, arms outstretched, but they closed around empty air and William was gone.

In the land of many guests, Atropos cut the thread of William’s life for the second time.

This time there would be no mending it.

Steven turned and ran back into the cave. He journeyed down into the darkness until he came to the edge of the oily black water.

Steven shouted his name and there was no answer.

Then the three-headed dog Cerberus came, growling and snarling and snapping at his ankles; and Charon the ancient ferryman cursed him and spat at him. Steven knew there could be no return to the land of the dead. So he made his way back to the living world and he rarely played his music again, whenever he did it was woven through with a silver thread of sorrow.

Steven never saw William again. Never.

At least, not in this world.

But some people say that when he died, many years later, Charon the ferryman was waiting for him. He carried Steven over the oily black water and as he stepped onto the bank at the far side, like all the others, he forgot everything. He joined the drifting, oblivious hosts of the dead.

But Persephone had seen him, and she remembered him, and she felt pity stirring in her heart. She reached forwards and touched Steven’s forehead with the tip of her finger, returning his memories to him, and then Persephone touched William’s forehead and he too remembered everything.

And the two lovers found one another, in that shadowy kingdom, and they fell into one another’s arms. And even to this day, some say, they walk together, talking and laughing, sometimes arm in arm.

Sometimes William walks ahead and Steven follows, sometimes Steven walks ahead, knowing that he can look over his shoulder and his William will always be there.

#stranger things #my writing #my fic #drabble #greek myth #orpheus and eurydice #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #orpheus #eurydice #retelling

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ben-drabbles · 11 months

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To Regret It All

This colony ship was cleanest start for a new civilization out of any of Earth's attempts. Most included seeds for new societies in their designs; for example, the Hero's Journey kept many stories of old Earth alive, though the deterioration of their physical records means that most are now kept as oral histories or long-distorted fables. Some took the risk of cryogenically freezing their passengers and crew, though that rarely, if ever, worked. After all, everyone dies eventually.

To Regret It All, however, kept a strict divide between their passengers and crew, and replicated Earth's environments as closely as space allowed with rotational gravity and a massive tube-shaped biosphere. The second generation born on their long voyage did not even know they were on a spaceship, let alone why. The crew, once they ensured the ship would reach their destination - a planet as Earth-like as they could find - were frozen for any emergencies the ship's advanced autopilot could not handle. When To Regret It All reached its final destination, the crew was euthanized, and their whole section of the ship - including the autopilot AI - was ejected and destroyed. In this way, the civilization born of the Regret was something as wholly new as possible.

Of course, no one can escape the influence of their parents, despite the efforts of the Regret. Some believe that the passengers of the Regret are actually the closest people to those of old Earth, as they did not start over from a template or goal. They just kept living, albeit in a much more confined - and, well, cylindrical - space than a true planetoid. Others believe that the first generation of colonists instilled a certain value in originality and fresh ideas, rather than a true blank slate. Others still suspect that a certain ease of living permeated their early years, due to the lack of real danger built into To Regret It All, and the people's inability to truly explore their surroundings. Who is to say? We can only hope that the passengers and crew of the Regret rest easy, knowing that they did the best they could.

Though, after the autopilot and crew were killed, the colonists certainly had a very eventful landing.

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emberfrostlovesloki · 4 months

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Aaron + Poetry

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"'If I was orpheus i would simply not turn around' yes you would. if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. to love someone is to turn around. to love someone is to look at them. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her. because he will always, always turn around. 'if i was orpheus i would simply —' you wouldn't be orpheus. you wouldn't be brave enough to walk into the underworld and save the person you love. be serious" - @bossuets

Aaron and Haley's story is a tragedy. Aaron is chained to duty and he has to see his very life slip away. In fact, he doesn't even get to see that, just knows that it will happen, just like Orpheus must have known that by turning around he would lose Eurydice. But he still goes into the underworld like Aaron goes into that house. They both do what they can for their loves and they both lose. And I know for a fact, that I wouldn't be strong enough for that, but Aaron is. Aaron is. He loved Haley so very much.

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des-no9 · 14 days

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messy

“Who taught you to fight?” asks Orpheus, skidding along the ground with a wave of his psionics to help.

“Want a list?” Vanquish says, floating atop a swathe of void tentacles, knees against chest.

“It’s messy,” he says, launching in for another blow.

Vanquish is prepared. Catches him playfully with one of Caiphon’s tentacles, pulling him to his back. But he’s right. She’s messy, and fucks it up, hitting the ground face first and laughter.

Then he laughs too. Wrinkles as he smiles, warping the tattoos on his face, baring his fangs.

“I think I like you, sh’k’nal.”

“About time.”

#githyanki #bg3 #prince orpheus #tav/orpheus #orpheus/tav #ot3: the prince the blade and the breaker of chains #des writes #vanquish tag #drabble

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are.

> fluff, dashes of angst / wc: 4k

> warnings: mention of blood bc oc gets scratched :( + is ready to throw hands at jk’s ex and then cries lol, taehyung cameo and mentions of yeontan :P + a line of jk reminds me of the orpheus drabble <3

note: last one for a while as i take a rest from writing and process jimin’s album <3 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated! it goes a long way :]

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“jungkook, you’ve been in there for an hour! answer your phone!”

you click your tongue in annoyance, bouncing your thighs up and down as you fiddle with the controller and collect your kills with reckless tenacity. the ringing of the third phone call he’s receiving in the past ten minutes is overpowering the volume of the game, which you turned all the way down just enough so that you can faintly yet clearly hear it. well, right now, you can’t anymore. again.

“baby, you’re home?!” jungkook yells in surprise, and you spare him a glance.

half of his naked torso is peeking out of the bathroom door, and he looks like a maltese puppy who heedlessly jumped into a swimming pool, hair still dripping wet and pure excitement painted all over his face.

“who’s calling anyway? you can answer it for me!“

“can’t. i’m playing call of duty.”

“you’re what?!” he exclaims, but his voice enters your ear then escapes from the other as you remain deeply absorbed in the game. he disappears for a minute before emerging from the bathroom, half-naked with a striped white and khaki towel wrapped around his waist down to his knees.

you’re situated on the floor with your back leaning on the couch. he stands beside you with his hands on his waist, watching the television screen in sheer curiosity, which then morphs into astonishment. “wow, you’re actually playing it… i haven’t seen you touch your controller in months. but why are you sudden- yah! what is this? how are you doing so good?!”

the phone lying on the center table lights up once more. the incessant noise is seriously getting into your nerves and you’ve had enough of it, gritting your teeth as you snap. “i’m begging you. answer it. or i might break something.”

the irritation embedded in your voice makes him jut out his bottom lip sadly. more than that, your facial expression and body language evidently scream that you’re feeling on edge. you didn’t even bother to let him know that you’ve come home, and he’s uncertain if you nearly muted the volume because you don’t want to listen to the ear-shattering sounds of ammunition being fired or you don’t want him to hear them.

he picks up the phone per your request, eyebrows knitting in confusion when he fails to recognize the number flashing on the screen.

“it’s an unregistered number. i don’t know who- oopsie-” he scrunches his nose, chuckling because he accidentally ended the call when he muted the device. it vibrates with a new message from the same person not too long after.

“it’s my ex?” he blinks with a blank expression on his face. he intently reads the content of the text, tugging at the silver ring piercing the corner of his lower lip. “uhhh- she’s… asking me to put in a good word for her… because she applied to be an in-house choreographer at- at the company.”

on the other hand, you feel like a bucket of ice water was dunked over your head at the mention of your boyfriend’s ex-lover. your vigorous focus on the game wavers, but luckily, you’re already so close to finishing, and you still maintain half a mind to end the game in your own terms. the word ‘victory’ flashes on the giant screen, and you almost break down into tears because god knows you needed a fucking win today.

jungkook gasps in amazement, whipping out the camera app to capture a photo of your achievement. “did you just fucking win solo versus squads?”

the thing is… you’re not the biggest fan of these games. sure, you play occasionally (only using his accounts because you like how he already has most items unlocked and you can freely play around… you like to pretend that you’ve never been scolded for making him rank down before), but you prefer the relaxing types with adorable and colorful graphics. and just like he said, you haven’t touched your controller in months, which must be the reason why he’s pleasantly surprised. you won’t be shocked if you get bombarded by his gamer friends to play with them tomorrow, by the looks of your boyfriend proudly typing away at his keyboard while smiling from ear-to-ear.

“don’t move on too fast.” you breathe out a deep sigh before standing on your feet. “which ex? that bitch you broke up with because she kept on picking stupid fights with your friends? and now she wants to work with them?”

the combination of your harsh intonation and the recollection of dreadful memories make him wince. that relationship didn’t end on good terms, so this is confusing to him as well. it was a person he wholeheartedly liked, but they barely lasted six months because the way she treated those who are near and dear to him, unkind and discorteous, eventually turned him off and made him nothing but angry. she tried to convince him that she could change, but it was his decision that could no longer be changed.

does it even matter? he didn’t dwell on it too long, anyway. because then, he met you.

“yes,” he shortly answers, flipping his phone so the screen is facing you.

your brain chooses to not register any of the other characters used in the text except for those at the end: the flirty ‘Thanks babe! I miss u so much. See u around soon. Let’s catch up’ and winking emoji blowing a red heart next to it. you release yet another sigh, this time shaky and frustrated, and you gently move his hand aside to get the phone out of your sight. a headache is beginning to blossom at your temples, and you truly do not have the energy to deal with this bullshit right now.

“you must know how i feel about this, right?”

“i’m not sure-”

“like if she calls you ‘babe’ infront of my face i won’t hold back and i will claw her eyes ou-“

“okay, okay, baby, i got it!” he chuckles, taking a hold of your arms to pull you closer to him. he plants a sweet kiss to your lips, hoping that would aid in putting your mind at ease. “i won’t let her call me that again, hmm? or do anything that will make either of us uncomfortable for that matter.”

“good. i trust you. do whatever you want.” you speak softly, giving his rosy cheek light pats. he always looks a dash more attractive when fresh from the shower, so entrancingly hypnotic when bare-faced that it makes you want to fall on your knees and worship the stardust making up his existence.

unfortunately, your mind is too clouded and restless and you can’t stay to admire him some more. you withdraw from his hold, the cold drops of water from his hair sliding down to your forearm and you wipe them away on his towel.

“i’m going out for a bit. i need to buy something at the convenience store.”

you don’t wait for him to answer. you head straight to the bedroom to collect your essentials.

“wait for me. i’ll go with you!”

you return wearing a long purple jacket over your blue t-shirt and white sweatpants, also carrying your phone, wallet and pepper spray.

“i’ll be fine alone. i got this.” you wave the small bottle infront of him before stuffing it in the pocket of your sweatpants.

the front door rings as it opens and shuts, and jungkook despises the weight sitting on top of his chest— heavier and heavier with your absence. he still wanted to insist on tagging along, worried because it’s already late at night, but he gave up when he sensed that you really need to be left alone.

“shit, let me take care of this first.” he tilts his head to the side, and then the other, cracking his neck before he scrolls through his contact list to make an important call.

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the soles of your sneakers scratch the rough asphalt as you lazily drag yourself to the convenience store. you’re having one of those kind of bad days- you woke up this morning mad at the world for a reason you couldn’t decipher, and it only got worse after you left the house for work. you brushed against someone while chasing the bus and the zipper of their bag scratched your arm that it bled uncontrollably. the nearest restaurant to your workplace was closed and you had to walk an extra kilometer. you didn’t have the time to text jungkook and complain about the shitty day you’ve been having. and you had to suffer the bus ride home beside an old teacher from high school who never ran out of uninteresting stories to tell.

oh! and how can you not mention that you were subjected to remembering that your boyfriend fell in love with other people before he knew you? the mere mental image of jungkook being emotionally and physically intimate with somebody else is a strong punch in the gut that makes you want to run in a corner and hurl.

and to rub salt on the wound, his ex-girlfriend, who is more than comfortable to reach out to him with an old term of endearment, wants to work at close proximity with him after saying ‘i miss you so much’… was the ‘so much’ necessary? was saying ‘i miss you’ necessary at all? you don’t know her intentions or if she even has any, and you don’t care if they’re good or bad. you simply cannot bear the idea of having to be constantly plagued by these vexatious musings.

maybe a good cry would help, but the tears won’t come out of your stinging eyes blinded by bright and flickering neon shop signs lined up beside the street. they’re saltwater in your lungs, making it difficult for you to breathe and to make sense of why you don’t feel like yourself today. it’s hormones. it’s always the hormones, you try telling yourself.

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you’re sitting infront of the glass wall separating the sidewalk and the convenience store, watching the humans and the cars speeding past without much thought in your head… except for the hellish torture you’re inflicting on yourself. you sniffle loudly as you chew the spicy noodles in your mouth. your tongue is tingling and almost numb, but you lift up the flimsy wooden chopsticks to eat more of it because somehow, this is exactly what you needed. perhaps, it wasn’t accidental when you ended up pouring most of the buldak sauce.

however, your own little bubble gets popped by a tattooed hand you recognize all too well. it sets down a bottle of cold water infront of your cup of noodles.

“hi there.”

jungkook kisses the top of your head before occupying the stool on your left, which is the second seat farthest from the door that chimes every time a new customer walks in. he is very much not naked anymore, wearing a plain white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his hair is still damp, bangs forming a perfect comma on his forehead, and the thin silver chain dangling from his delicate neck sparkles when the light grazes it.

“aigoo, why are you so messy?“

the doe eyes behind his glasses smile at you warmly as he wipes your swollen lips, the paper napkin you’ve been neglecting now stained with the dark red sauce.

“you’re here?” you ask dumbly, wanting to slap yourself right after the words escape your mouth because yes, what the fuck, he’s here. he’s touching you, and he’s real.

“of course, i’m here,” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek before he answers, sounding upset. he removes his glasses and places it on top of the long white table. “i just wore the first things i saw then speedwalked here. i was sorting out the laundry and your handkerchief had blood all over it! care to explain?”

you guiltily avoid eye-contact, reverting your attention to the food as you poke and mix the noodles that have gone dry due to the cold air. “you didn’t have to. i already cleaned the wound twice- my left arm just got scratched.” you shrug your shoulders meekly. “i had a bad day, that’s all.”

“who do i have to fight, huh? who hurt you and ruined your day?” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting it up to make you look at him. his sincere concern is written all over his widened round eyes and creased forehead. “tell me, baby. i’ll make them pay.”

“well,” you anxiously sink your teeth on your bottom lip, a hesitant effort to control yourself because the particular word tastes too sour on your tongue. “your ex was just my last straw, you know? i don’t even want to call you ‘babe’ anymore.” your voice gradually quiets down in exasperation.

“why not?!”

you roll your eyes with a huff, pushing his hand away. “you’ll just remember her every time i say it.”

you grab the bottle of water, twisting off the cap and hissing when its ridges scratch the heel of your palm. you take big gulps of the beverage, feeling refreshed after the burning onslaught that assaulted your mouth.

“oh, come here. you- i need you closer.”

you squeak when you feel the heavy metal chair moving closer towards jungkook’s direction, one hand flying to your mouth and the other gripping his shoulder in fear of falling. he jokingly copies you when you send him a sharp glare. he puts an arm around you to affectionately hold the curve of your waist, anchoring his elbow on the table to rest his face on the palm of his hand.

“i took care of that, alright? i asked the company and they told me they put her on the waitlist. pretty sure she knows, too- that she’s not getting the job.“ he raises his perfectly shaped eyebrows in jest, playfully sticking out his tongue. “i told her i can’t help her, and not to contact me again in the future because i’m in a committed relationship. with you.” he squeezes your hip to reiterate his words. “then i blocked her number. i thought i did it before, but i guess i forgot to? ah, i don’t know!”

a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips and he happily grins when he notices, deep dimples making an appearance. unable to resist the urge, he briefly draws closer to kiss your cheek.

“besides, i forgot she even existed. why would i think of her when my favorite person is right infront of me? that’s absurd.”

he was truthfully flabbergasted at the foggy memories that resurfaced when he read her name, had one of those ‘oh, that’s right, this happened,’ and ‘why the fuck did i like this person again?’ moments.

“you’re the only one i think of when i hear the word ‘babe’. and when i hear love songs, or breakup songs, because they make me imagine us breaking up and i get so fucking sad.” his expression crumples into a look of sheepishness after spitting out the unplanned confession.

it’s terrifying at times, how an imaginary breakup with you feels more painful than his past heartbreaks combined. he almost lost you once, and he won’t let that happen again. he removes his hand on your waist to tenderly caress your hair when you bury your face in your hands.

shaking your head, you giggle at the genuine distress lacing his voice when he said the last sentence. “what are you saying?”

and then it finally happens.

restrained sobs replace the carefree giggles racking your body. your hot tears soak the palm of your hands until they drip down to your wrists. your frail voice comes out trembling, shattered, and disgustingly vulnerable for a space scattered with prying eyes and ears.

“…i just- fuck, i don’t want to say this but- i don’t think you understand- that i’m selfish. and i want you all for myself. i can’t stand that everybody wants to have you. i hate it, jungkook.”

your name rolls off from his tongue with a soft sigh as he pulls you in for a tight embrace. the comfort of his love and warmth further breaks you down, and you almost make yourself bleed to keep your cries quiet. his silken lips brush against your temple before he puckers them for a kiss that lasts four, five, six… seconds. you begin wondering if he might just stay like this forever, not that you mind, until he detaches himself to speak and you hear the smooching sound that signals the end of it.

“shhh, trust me, baby. i do.” he rubs your shoulder to soothe your tensed up body. “but i don’t care about that. they can die trying because i only want to be yours.”

you swallow the lump in your throat as his reassuring words tug at your heartstrings. you wiggle out of his secure arms, wiping your tears with the paws of your jacket as you force a smile. “it’s embarrassing. i don’t want to cry here.”

“how about in there, then?” he teasingly undoes the third button of his shirt, exposing more of his honey skin to the cool air. it reveals the rest of his silver chain, and his defined pecs are also peeking out. you whine in protest of his scandalousness, pounding his chest lightly with your closed fist.

he chuckles, corners of her crinkling with mischief as he buttons himself up again. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding-” he cradles your face in his hands, gingerly wiping away the tears still rolling down your cheeks.

between the two of you, he admits that he’s the one who cries more easily. it takes a colossal build-up of emotions for your tears to be released, and today’s influx caused your sink to overflow at long last. seeing you weep, it feels like a direct stab to the heart— especially unbearable, twisting deeper, when he’s part reason why. even so, it’s a big relief when the weight you’re carrying is being unloaded. but he understands that you don’t want to do that here… not here.

“as if you’ll let someone steal me away from you, huh? i know you, you cunning minx.”

you feign innocence, batting your eyelashes. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“that’s exactly what i’m talking about.” he smirks before planting a chaste kiss on tip of your nose. “don’t cry anymore. i love you.”

“i love you, too. but-” you sniffle, frowning at him as you motion at the cup of noodles infront of you. “why did you have to go and make me feel better? i don’t feel like finishing this anymore. it’s too spicy.”

“yeah, i can tell. look at your face. oh-” he squeezes your puffy face in one hand. “you were already crying eating that, poor baby… i’ll just finish the rest, how about that?”

“please,” you smile sweetly, delighted with his preposition. “i’ll buy ice cream. do you want anything? beer?”

“beer-” his face lights up like a christmas tree when it dawns on him that you said the word simultaneously.

you beam proudly, recounting the time you’ve been well-acquainted with every nook and cranny of jungkook’s essence of being. “did i pass the test? i’m taking my master’s degree in kookology.”

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after jungkook finished your spicy noodles, he claimed his appetite only treated it as an appetizer and it demanded to be served ramyeon for the main course. that brings you to this moment, your boyfriend applying bandaids on your arm while he waits for his food to be cooked. concurrently, you devour your cone of vanilla ice cream.

“babe, i think two is enough.“ you attempt to stop him from opening another one of the teddy bear patterned bandaids. he found them displayed by the counter when he paid for the ramyeon, and only then did he realize that he forgot why he ran to you in the first place.

“they’re not- it goes all the way down your elbow.”

and you can’t argue with him because he looks undoubtedly pissed off, his expression instantly darkening when he saw the damage that damn zipper did to your skin. if this happened to him, he would be in a terrible mood for the rest of the day, too.

he plants a healing kiss on top of each one and your heart flutters at the loving gestures, but you feel a little ridiculous walking around with three bandaids running across your arm. you decide to wear your jacket again in order to hide them, since you’re freezing beside the airconditioner anyway.

jungkook starts eating his second round of noodles, but not before boasting that he perfectly separated the wooden chopsticks unlike you. you roll your eyes at his cocky grin and tiny dance of celebration, taking another bite of the cone you’ve consumed halfway.

the two of you comically freeze at the same time when a familiar ringtone tickles your ears.

“who would be calling at this hour? it’s 1am!” jungkook puts down his chopsticks to fish out his phone from the depths of his pocket, his thick satoori accent slipping out as he chides the person on the other line. he shakes his head with a laugh when he sees the name written on the screen. “ey, of course, it’s him again. i knew it.”

you watch him with an amused smile, his reaction giving you an inkling of who it is.

he answers the video call and props up the phone on his tall can of beer, grabbing his chopsticks to resume eating. “hyung, did you just wake up again?”

judging by the background, taehyung is in his gaming room. the given keywords being messy hair and eyes as puffy as yours, you’re pretty sure the answer to your boyfriend’s question is yes.

his deep and rough voice rumbles through the speaker. “jungkook-ah, i just caught up to our gc. where’s ___?”

“with me. why?” jungkook answers, words muffled as he chews and bounces his legs with the pleasure of having his food craving beyond satisfied.

taehyung ignores his question for the second time, instead calling out your name to catch your attention.

“whyyy?” you mimic his sulky tone, slightly shifting the phone to the side to show him your face.

you snicker when he flashes you his famous boxy smile, almost choking on your ice cream when his following remarks cause jungkook to throw a fit.

“play with me. no one else is awake and i’m getting bored of jungkook. he doesn’t want to play new games.”

“yah! you know i can still hear you, right?!” he takes a break from chugging his beer to throw his retort.

“i know, i wanted you to.” taehyung blows a raspberry at his best friend.

you grimace, stealing the opportunity to butt in before their banter lengthens. “listen, i’ll play with you if you let me play with tannie again.”

he opens his mouth to answer, but he quickly closes it again to stare at you nonchalantly. you impatiently quirk an eyebrow at his silence. “soooo?”

“wait there. i’ll think about it.”

and then he ends the call.

jungkook throws his head back, bursting into vibrant laughter after witnessing the interaction, and your head drops on the table with a pitiful whimper.

with bam staying at the training center for the meantime, you awfully miss the rush of happy chemicals flooding your brain in the company of man’s best friend. it was two weeks ago when you and jungkook hung out at taehyung’s house. you spent some time with yeontan at the park after you complained about getting bored watching them play ‘i’m on observation duty’. and he wasn’t… very happy when his dog started flat-out ignoring him in favor of your presence ever since you came back from the walk. tannie was adamant on sitting on your lap during dinnertime, even almost following you past the front door when it was time for you to leave.

“aww, my baby.” jungkook strokes your back with faux sympathy. “he hasn’t moved on from it yet. give him some time… maybe, like, five more minutes?”

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Happy Birthday!

To celebrate my birthday, here's a drabble of assorted Hades characters and how they'd be on your birthday! You are in a relationship with Zagreus in this one :)

Characters: Nyx, Orpheus, Eurydice, Zagreus, Thanatos, Hypnos, Dusa, Megaera, Achilles, Patroclus, Cerberus, Asterius, Sisyphus, Bouldy

Warnings: None! Good wholesome times all around ♡

You wake up to Zagreus kissing your face!!!!

I believe in Zagreus caring deeply for physical touch and quality time your honour. Once you warm him up to it, it's his heaven in Hell. He adores it.

He's very warm, but it's never really been a problem, given the consistently nice temperature of the House

"Good morning, [Y/N]. Happy birthday~" He cooes gently, his voice is smoother than the finest ambrosia and you revel in it, snuggling into his chest.

"What would you like to do today, my dear?"

"Mmh....Is sleep an option...?" Zagreus chuckles at your drowsy response, his chest rumbles pleasantly and you find a contagious smile growing on your face.

"Birthdays only happen once a year, darling...Come on. Eurydice made you some cake."

"She did?"

"Yes! When I told her it was your birthday this week, she jumped to the opportunity."

"Then I suppose I must get up?"

Zagreus kisses your head lightly, and you melt from the tender care

"I suppose you must, yes."

You wake up and get into some nicer robes, and walk out with Zagreus to see Nyx regard you.

"Happy birthday, child. As a token of this occasion, I managed to convince Hades to give everyone a moment off, to greet you." Nyx's voice almost sends you to sleep again, but you're much more awake now, and you feel too sheepishly happy to rest.

"Lady Nyx, you really didn't need to...!" Your voice is as incredulous as you feel. "But...Thank you."

"Of course. I believe Hypnos wanted a word, so perhaps you should see to him first."

You and Zagreus walk over to Hypnos, who is currently not sleeping, which shocks you both, though he looks about ready to knock out for the next week at the minimum.

"[Y/N]!! Happy birthday! Dusa and I made you a little something, here here!" He exclaims, all tiredness wiped from his aura entirely as he hands you a small box.

Gingerly, you take off the lid, and inside you are happy to find a new laurel, woven carefully with your favourite colours and plants. You find yourself beaming at the beautiful heartfelt gift, before giving Hypnos a tight squeeze.

"Thank you so much, Hypnos. The detail is incredible!" You say as you part, and Hypnos giggles with a mischevious grin. "It was mostly Dusa, to be perfectly honest, but I helped weave it, so getting the first hug of appreciation for it feels fair."

You laugh, before Sir Achilles approaches with a calm smile of his own, before placing a hand on your arm.

"Unfortunately, I don't have any gifts for you myself, but I do wish you a happy birthday nonetheless. Do spend today well, yes?"

"Thank you, sir. I'll do my best." You smile, remarking mentally that your cheeks are starting to hurt, but also that you don't find yourself minding.

Next stop is to Meg and Dusa, who are waiting in the lounge with Thanatos. When they see you approach, Dusa is the first to float to you. The snakes that make up her hair affectionately grasp onto your arm as you hold Dusa affectionately. "Happy birthday!" She skitters, almost purring in a strange, Dusa-like way.

Meg is next, though she holds her distance as per usual. She's smiling, and her whip is stowed. "I've gotta hand it to you, [Y/N], I don't usually tend to care for birthdays, never mind my own...but you got me a morning in the lounge. So...thanks for that."

It was a strange way to go about saying happy birthday, but for you, it was more than enough. You nodded. "I can't believe Nyx pulled it off. Surely there are some wretched shades out there being overworked now, no?"

Megaera simply shrugs, but the creeping grin on her face tells you she hopes it's the case.

Thanatos clears his throat, and you realise he's held something out to you. It was a bottle of nectar. You gasp, taking the weighted spherical bottle in awe.

Zagreus squints at it, still by your side, before suddenly looking at Thanatos. "I gave you this bottle of nectar yesterday!" He says, indignant. Thanatos smiles - a rarity on its' own - and simply dismisses the Prince.

"Regardless of where you got it from...Thank you, Than, this...this means a lot." You say, your voice still awestruck by the honey gold liquid you're holding.

Zagreus of course brings you plenty, but even so, its' beauty never ceased to amaze.

You visit Sisyphus, who gives you Pebble (one of Bouldy's brothers, who has a delicately punched smiley face on one side), then you visit Orpheus and Eurydice, who gives you a kiss on the cheek and some cake, then you meet with Patroclus, who takes your hand very hesitantly and prays for you, for your good luck this year. He says he'll see you at the house, and on your way back, you find Asterius.

Zagreus prepares for a fight, but Asterius is unarmed, and he quickly realises.

"Asterius? What are you doing here, without your axe?" He asks. Asterius chuffs.

"Your father gave us a small break this morning, small one. You said something about celebrating someone's birthday last we clashed blades, and so, naturally, I assumed it would be your lover's. Was I correct?"

Zagreus stows his blade and you nod a little. "That's right, Asterius sir." You clarify. "It's good to know he gave even you and Theseus a break, too."

Asterius snorts, though it's not one of amusement or malice, simply a noise. He rifles through a pouch he has, before handing you a weighty box. Inside is a handaxe, crafted by the minotaur.

"You have no weaponry when you wander out here, I've come to notice. This is for when we meet in the stadium. For if you need more than simply the blessings of the Olympians." The bass voice of the bull rumbles, and you hold the axe firmly with a grin. Zagreus chuckles next to you.

"I appreciate this, Asterius. Thank you. Send our regards to King Theseus?"

Asterius laughs.

"I don't think he'd take it well, but I wish you a good day despite."

Asterius leaves, and you and Zagreus are amusedly quick to do the same.

Eventually, after a day of exploration, you cuddle up to Cerberus and thank Nyx on your way through, before laying down with your Zagreus.

"Today was fantastic, dearest." You say. Zagreus holds you close, playing with your hair. "I'm glad. But there's still one present you've yet to receive, my dear~"

It's 1AM right now. Use your imagination.

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