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@stillonfiire-blog
[I’ve grown, but whatever monster might be in me, it was always mine, my choice, my responsibility, my evil if you will.] It’s what I am, and if you want excuses, come and take them.
Mark Lawrence, from The Prince of Thorns (via the-final-sentence)
kstewrpc:
soulmate au where they hate each other and when they find out they’re soulmates they’re like “where’s the fuckin’ gift receipt because I want to return this defective piece of trash”
that’s it that’s the au
OUT OF HELL ;;
Apologies and explanation for my previously unexplained absence under the cut!
❛ Not just seen. I wanted to be… SIGNIFICANT.❜
Oh, and he should run. Noah knew that this was the moment he should push Harry away once again, this time for good. His pride urged him to fight against the temptation and leave, but his body wanted something else altogether.
What the hell was even wrong with him? What was it that fascinated him, that made him stay so close to Harry? He shouldn’t want to kiss a man like him in the first place.
And yet –
And yet –
“Shut the hell up”, was all he was able to breathe, everything inside of him begging to get closer, closer, closer. The way Harry dragged his teeth across his lips, strong hands gripping his shoulder, sending a sharp pain right through his system.
And he wanted more. Wanted Harry to take control - but fight for it, either way. Oh, he wouldn’t just give him what they both wanted. It was a battle, in ways, a fight for the same reward.
Neither of them was innocent, that much was for sure, and maybe that was what made the whole ordeal so appealing. Noah wasn’t to be tamed, and yet he wanted Harry to try. It was a matter of pushing and pulling, and oh, it was so very exciting, so very intoxicating.
Little punk. Harry had half a mind to teach him a lesson, but rather than do so with his fists, punch him in the ribs until he was gasping for air, he taught him with teeth and tongue, with fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, a grip on his jaw nothing less than commanding. If the younger man wanted to go, wanted to head for the hills and away from this wolf in sheep’s clothing, he would have to tear through Harry. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Moving his hand from his jaw, he placed his hand on his other shoulder and forced him backwards until his back was against the wall. His hips kept him pinned while his mouth moved down to his neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses in his wake. He bit and kissed his neck hard, and he wanted it to hurt. He did not care for him. He was so angry, so full of rage, and he wanted it to burn through Noah. He wanted him to be sorry, and to repent.
He located his pulse with his tongue and dragged his teeth over the spot, groaning some little nothing against his flesh. It wasn’t enough. He was ready to have him, but he felt the younger man holding back. He was unyielding, but oh, how he looked forward to breaking him. He would break him in ways that he could never repair, leave wounds impossible not to pick at, and he would have him coming back...
Or maybe Harry was the one who couldn’t stay away.
That guy had some serious ego problems - if he felt the need to explain himself over and over again his selfconfidence couldn’t possibly be as high as he attempted to let on.
Or maybe he just enjoyed hearing himself talk a little too much.
“So you do think I’m cute, hu? Good to know. Truman, not Potter, got it..”
Eyes quickly scanning the older man, almost as if making sure he wasn’t about to explode once again and possibly scare more guests away.
“Feeling better now?”
“Sure, you’re cute. Don’t act like you don’t know! And don’t let it go to your head, got it?” He felt a little embarrassed at his admittance, and sought to correct it-- and fast! “Y’know, where I come from, most people know who I am. You might say I’ve made quite a name for myself. You don’t have much of a wild side, do you, Noah? What do you do for fun?”
“Oh, I feel FINE. I think you’re the one who was making a fuss. I just wanted a good cup of coffee, you’re the one who called me an asshole. If it weren’t for that little cupcake bribe, I think I’d be having a nice, long talk with your manager right now.”
esmeralda-is-not-your-princess (x)
❛No!❜ She bites the inside of her cheek and looks away, for when he says things like that he sounds like her brother. While she has {sort of} settled into life at THE DEVIL’S UNDERGROUND, her heart is still raw an wounded. Esmeralda is alone in the world, with only uncle Harry Kress to care for her.
But, short as she is, {and as needing to see} shoulder-rides have too many memories.
❛Maybe you can just lift me up? Really, really, really quickly?❜
“You sure, shortstack? That’s awfully high for a little itty-bitty like you. I could get you a chair, or maybe a stepladder!” He laughed, loud and derisive. “When do you have to get back to Santa’s workshop, huh?”
He had a queue of short jokes at least ten long on the tip of his tongue when she surprised him with a simple request. A child’s request, but wasn’t she? It was easy to forget how young she was, given the danger he put her in on a nightly basis. “You want me to what?”
He wants to say no, truly he does, but for some reason, that isn’t the answer that comes out of his mouth. “You think I want to be seen giving piggyback rides to kids? I’m no one’s babysitter. Let’s make this snappy, ‘kay?” Stooping down, he wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her up. He holds on tight, and worries for what must have been the first time about being responsible for any harm that came to her.
“How do you like the view from up here? I hear that the atmosphere’s a little thinner, but you’ll get used to it.”
stillonfiire
she was tired, far to tired to deal with any soul that needed escorting. bones ached, muscles screamed every time she took a step —–;; hollow ambers closed as flesh covered bones rubbed against a soar neck. she was really starting to tire escorting souls to the gods.
so lost in her aching bones she hardly noticed the god sprawled out on her couch, by the time death had realized it she’d made it to her bed room. dark curls fell upon her shoulder, as she reveres her actions. tracking back to the lord of the underworld.
it wasn’t that she disagreed with him, or his presence in her domain —– it was him so casually knocked out on her couch while she was not home. that was what caused the sudden strike with a pillow, watching as the fabric connected with flesh she spoke.
" my couch is not your home, hades. if you need rest sleep there — i have no desire nor patience for your torment today. “
Hades was lost in an ocean of time and space, waves that capsized him and swallowed him up, pulled him deeper and deeper into darkness unknown. From his throne he had watched years turn to decades turn to centuries. Who was he next to all that was, all that is, and all that would be? A spec, waning firelight, a sailor hopelessly lost at sea. Time ravaged all things, even the GODS.
The ceilings are too low, the walls too close. His fevered dreams makes his bones ache and he longs for rest, for peace. Persephone had returned to him only recently, and above, the seasons are changing. Millennia later, he is still paying in spades for wedding a child. She is moody, and longs for her mother. He longs for mercy, reprieve. Sleep alludes him, so one night, he gives in.
DEATH is a welcome respite. He doesn’t expect her to be happy when he’s found passed out on her couch, but he knows she won’t force him to go home. They have both provided safe haven for the other’s weary head. Kindred, they were. If he’s asking too much, she won’t say. A strike with a pillow he’ll accept.
“ Torment? I just got here. ” A lie, the first of many. “ Relax, will ya? I didn’t come to bicker or squabble, if you can believe that. I’m just tried. You know the feeling. Comes with IMMORTALITY, I imagine. ”
stillonfiire (x)
Hades’ smooth talking condescension went rather unappreciated most days, but it went particularly so when Claude was in a foul mood. His fists tightened, nails biting into his palms as he stared down at the city below. Oh how he wanted it GONE.
“ What could solidify your foothold more than THAT? Creation and destruction are useful tools. Those are what GOD uses. ”
“Um, hello, without my foothold, my magic isn’t strong enough here to torch the place. You want a bonfire, I’m your guy. But BURNING an entire city to the ground? Sorry, pal. No foothold, no deal. I don’t make the rules.”
Hades sighed, sidling up to him. “Look, for the last time, I’m not like your GOD. I didn’t create the Earth in 7 days, I don’t have any sons with long, flowing locks and I don’t CREATE anything. Destruction, endings, death, justice. That’s more my speed. You follow?”
Asphodelus
C-C-CRACK ! Hearts stop, conversation halted ! Frightened Alseids, still as petrified wood, acorn eyes ROUND with concern. Weak from relaxation, they feared the worst: SATYR. Oh- ! They couldn’t bare the thought of the chase ! Trembling lips & worried glances swept towards fair despoena to save them. Spirits of trees, sisters of sacred groves– they knew the sound of limbs breaking beneath heavy feet. Horned man or not, the spring theai felt severely protective over the nymphs in that moment. Brave naiad Lilaea dissolved into the current that carried her closer to the berry bushes. Each of the earthly damsels held their breath & each other as they observed from afar. Through her watery looking- glass, the river nymph discovered the DARK ONE lurking near their secret spot. Swiftly retreating back to the goddess, she leant up to cup her hand & whisper. As soon as his name invaded Persephone’s ear, her cheeks glowed a CHERRY R E D. Quietly, she dismissed her companions & asked that they wait for her return within the garden.
Now ( almost ) alone, she waded nearer, bright eyes searching the shade for her voyeur. Peril gave her a tingling high. Adrenaline surged through ambrosia tainted veins. Could he hear her heart P O U N D I N G ?
Pearly white teeth captured her lower lip, a mousy smile she tried to hide as she continued to bathe in front of him. There was something arousing about being watched. Did he like what he saw ? She collected water in the hollow of her palms before pouring it out over rosy shoulders. Beams of warm s u n l i g h t broke through the canopy above & glittered her skin. While combing through long tresses with nimble fingers, she peeked back in hopes of catching his gaze. ‶ Won’t you come out to play ? ″
Fool. That was what he was, coming someplace he had no business being, spying on his sister’s daughter while she innocently bathed by a babbling brook. It was a mistake, he’d decided, to seek her out like this. He would be kicking himself all the way back to the Underworld. His fault, his shame, his secret, or was it? He had been spotted, seen, caught red-handed, and by who? Frightened Alseids of all beasts both horrid and divine! He might have crushed them each beneath his fist if he had caught them before they scurried back to their GODDESS first. They taught him new appreciation for the Lampads.
But the game was not over. In fact, the chase had just BEGUN. She was teasing him, the little minx. Her shoulders bare as the day she was born, the sunlight casting a warm glow over her rosy cheeks, her skin flawless, the gentle slope of her back taking his breath away. She was a beauty for the ages. Maybe the tale was true, but alas, Hades did not easily become smitten like so many others. He was no lovestruck fool, and he would not caper and play her his lyre in hopes that she would return his infatuation. Nay, he had his sensibilities still and they would not be STOLEN from him by a mere peek of flesh. It was take more, so much more...
And yet, the child had so much to GIVE.
Stepping clear of the brush he had been hiding behind, he came into the open and met her gaze. “I don’t do much playing these days.” He replied, plainly, his body still half encased in SHADOW. “For you, I could make an exception. I’ve heard a lot about you, child. You must be her.” His upper lip curled over his teeth in a grin that was almost animal, more beast than man. Hades was no man. “DEMETER’s babe. Do you know who I am?”
the "most likely to be actually secret villains" squad
Cancer, LEO, Taurus, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius
step one: do not murder anyone
failed step one
“Disney is for snot nosed brats. And you may have all the time in the universe but I got places to heist, people to kill. Magical princess romance crap doesn’t pay the bills.“
“Are you callin’ me a snot nosed brat? We’re VILLAINS. We’ve all got cities to burn, cocky heroes to put in their places, blah blah blah. That doesn’t mean we can’t give ourselves a little TLC afterwards. Speak for yourself, but I’ll have you know that sometimes, after a long, tiring day of villainy, that so-called magical princess crap is the only thing that keeps me from going off my rocker!”
“Although that sounds absolutely enticing, I do not think my presence would be much appreciated there. Especially me…seeing as I am the cause of Immortality. Personally, I believe I was in need of some sort of break when I was assigned to serve Ares. — Now, if I am allowed honesty; only when Zeus instigates or disrespects her is when she frowns. Which just happens to be all the time. — Just my company? Well, if that is what you wish, it would be utterly rude of me to reject a visit with my uncle.”
"Appreciated? You might be surprised how easy dead people are to please. It’s not all hellfire and damnation. There’s bingo, potluck, croquet... Alright, so you got me, there’s no croquet, but if you can ever sneak away from your folks, make a trip down! You might be surprised to find not all the mortal horror stories are 100% true. And the ELYSIAN FIELDS? Now that’s party central. Afterlife? It’s a damn resort! My advice? Don’t get married, kid. The old ball and chain has a way of dragging you down. Not that your mom isn’t a stunning and resourceful woman. I mean, she is. That’s the problem. I’ve been around a long time, and if there’s one thing I don’t have even the faintest understanding of, it’s women.”
“Nonsense— there will always be places to hide. There are far too many among us that can’t bear the thought of being seen.”
“Are you hiding? What’s behind all that psychological mumbo-jumbo, huh? If it takes one to know one, then you must be hiding like the rest of us.”
“Ye sound so sure. I wonder if, actually, ye’re the one making trouble here. As for wandering – nay, this is more of a shamble.”
“I’m very good a’ finding trouble, but least of all doing somethin’ as simple as walking. ‘course, now ye’ve gone and made me c u r i o u s …”
“Trouble? What? Are you NUTS? I’m not causing any-- Look, I don’t need to explain myself to you. I don’t care what you want to call it, wandering or shambling, you shouldn’t be here. SCRAM!”
“Curious? Do I have to spell it out for you? Look, kiddo, you’re in danger. D-A-N-G-E-R!”
