A/N: This entire fucking fic exists to spite the clown that who was shitting on Six for getting popular and yes I do mean this clown
As you can see they mention Aragon x Boleyn fanfic. This for you homie
Word Count: 866 words of pure spite.
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This was bad. Really, really bad. Aragon should be screaming, kicking, pushing her away, but she doesn't want to. Aragon laid snuggled up with the one woman that she should hate. It wasn't right, they weren't supposed to love each other, especially in the way they did. The problem wasn't that she was with a girl, it was the fact that the girl in question was Anne Boleyn.
Aragon knows she should leave, just wiggle out of Anne's bed and never get back in. Pretend she hadn't willing played along with Anne's game, pretend she didn't enjoy the way Anne touched her and pretend it never happened. Aragon could walk away. Anne was heavy sleeper she'd never notice anyway. However, Anne doesn't deserve that. If Aragon truly doesn't want to continue you this, then she'll tell Anne when she wakes up and can understand everything.
The more time Aragon spends waiting, the harder it is to convince herself she never wanted this. So she doesn't. She lets Anne snuggle into her and use her like a teddy bear, she rests her chin on Anne's head and fell into a deep sleep. It's peaceful and for a second, Aragon doesn't think the situation is so bad.
Then, Anne wakes up. Her body aches and she doesn't remember much of anything until she looks up to see Aragon towering over her. Anne can't help but blush thinking about what she did. The more she thinks about it, the worse she starts to feel. Anne worked hard to make amends with Aragon and now it's ruined by some stupid, drunk, and what she can only hope to be, one night stand.
Anne always felt guilty about what she did and tried her best to smooth things out with Aragon. They didn't have to be friends, but Anne always wanted Aragon to know she never wanted Henry or to ruin their relationship. The idea that all her hard work had just gone down the drain made her feel like shit.
Anne felt tears build up in the corners of her eyes. She sniffled feeling her chest tighten up. She couldn't help but hide her face in Aragon's chest. Aragon stirred in her sleep feeling her shirt. "Shush, what's wrong." Aragon gently ran her fingers through Anne's hair and rubbed her back.
"It's just, I didn't mean for this to happen." Anne croaked out wrapping her arms around the taller woman. "I never wanted any of this to happen! I didn't want to go to England, I wasn't supposed to be the one to marry Henry, I didn't mean for you to die because I couldn't do what I was told!"
Aragon was shocked by the sudden emotional confession, but she was more concerned about Anne's well being. "It's ok, it wasn't your fault," Aragon slowly sat up, shifted around, and pulled Anne into her lap. "Was I mad when Henry started openly going after you, yes. However, he cheated on me multiple times with many women before you came," Aragon wasn't sure why she felt that Anne needed to hear it but she did. "I'm not angry at you, what happened is Henry's fault. You were in no position to say no to him."
"But, I didn't have to right to go and piss you off again when we came back again! I didn't have the right to treat you like some kindergarten crush and be rude to you!" Anne huffed out. It wants supposed to be like this. They were supposed to be good friends at most. Not best friends, not close friends, and sure as hell, not girlfriends. "I didn't care about the fact that I was in love with you when I started treating you how you deserve to be treated. I just wanted you to know I was sorry for everything I did to you!"
Aragon rested her chin on Boleyn's shoulder, "I accept your apology, but you don't need to apologize." Aragon covered Anne's mouth before she could say anything. "You had everything to lose and so much to gain, even if you weren't supposed to do what you did, you really had no say in what happened. I really don't know how I feel about you, but I know for sure that whatever we did last night didn't feel wrong and it doesn't feel wrong holding you close either."
Anne gently moved Aragon's hand, "You don't know that. We were drunk and you'd probably wouldn't agree to it sober." Anne sighed, "You can leave now, there's no reason for me to bother you any longer."
Aragon shook her head. "You're right I wouldn't agree to it sober, but maybe I would after a few dates. You'll never know until we try," Aragon took a deep breath as she slowly rocked back and forth. "Just sleep for right now, you need it and I do too."
Anne didn't bother arguing and muzzled back into Aragon. Aragon felt a lot warmer than she did the last time and despite the soreness, Anne felt she was still comfortable. It was nice to not have to worry about what to say or do. She could just sleep. No fear, no loneliness, and no more cold empty bed.
I've been holding off on posting this cause it's just me projecting and trying to fill in the gap of the Aragon centered fics. Let it be known, I know next to nothing about Catholicism. So if I did something wrong, lemme know but be nice.
Trigger Warning: Internalized homophobia, Questioning of Religion, and I'll add anything else if someone asks me too
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Catherine of Aragon was 8 when she first started straying away from Catholicism. It wasn't a brash or outlandish as she is now, but that's when it starts. It was only two days after a rather large argument between both of her parents. The teacher doesn't seem to shut up about how acting out can get you sent to hell and something else that Catherine didn't bother listening to.
Despite what many others may have thought, Catherine hated her parents. So once the young girl's tuned in and picked up something that left such an awful taste in her mouth, she couldn't help but look up at the ceiling and frown. It leaves no room for forgiveness. It's cold. And angry. And mistrusting.
How is she supposed to love and care for such terrible people just to get into heaven?
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Catherine is 13 when she finally decides to pray directly to God. She knows she shouldn't, but the Saints don't seem to listen to her anymore and it's her only hope at this point.
She feels disgusted and ashamed. She shouldn't have looked at Maria the way she did, or now that she thinks about, any girl her age for that matter. She prays, and prays, and prays. But the thoughts don't seem to go away.
It scares Catherine more than anything. She's going to suffer in the hell of religion she doesn't even have faith in.
Then she stops crying. She doesn't believe in God. Or any god that she knows of for that matter.
She stops praying and looks at her hands. There's a hint of red on her and indents of her fingernails on her skin. Catherine looks on the Bible on her bedside table. She opens it and starts reading it from page one. She knows she won't finish much in one day, but maybe if she read it all she gain some faith.
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Catherine is 25 when she finally gives up. She still has her friends, a stable life, and no longer goes to church. No more bibles, no more cross, nothing. No more religion
She's grown a lot more. Catherine is no longer scared of herself. It doesn't hurt to find out something new about herself or try something she never would've considered.
Then one day, she walks past a shop. It doesn't seem like something she would take interest in at first. There are little suits of armor standing small with their swords in their hands. She sees a stake of strange-looking playing cards. On the other display case, she sees things that she can actually recognize but are a little strange to come by. There are many swords and daggers on display. They weren't anything like what she'd seen in her past life. They had strange symbols etched into them. She couldn't identify any of them, but she was already so invested.
After a bit more staring, Catherine checked the timesheet on the door and made sure they were about to close. She smiled happily and opened the door excitedly. The shop had a strange scent. It was some mix of herbs she could see in the back, the candles that lined the shelves near her, and then incense burning near the front door.
She looked around nervously and headed towards the first thing that caught her eye. A line of necklaces hanging down with some strange triangle at the end. She reached out to touch them but retracted. She was so scared to break anything and release some ancient demon or spirit.
She turned away and focused on the small bowls of rings. She couldn't pronounce or understand any of the things the rings were made out of, but one rather plain looking one caught her eye. It had a metallic shine to it and she could see little streaks of color.
Another bowl was full of silver rings that were just as shiny and interesting. She slowly reached forward and grabbed one out of the bowl and placed on her thumb. She twisted it around and then grabbed the black one she had first set her eyes on, she placed it on her other thumb and lightly clinked them together. She smiled to herself and made her way towards the cashier.
Catherine happy placed the two rings down in front of the cashier. "This will be all!"
The cashier chuckled softly. She was an older woman, but not quite old. Very short compared to Catherine and seemed ageless. "Do you know how to charge these, dear?"
Catherine furrowed her brows and examined the ring. She didn't see any charger port of any kind. "... Charge?"
"I have so much to teach you."
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If you had told 8-year-old Catherine that one angry thought would've somehow lead to sitting in front of her goddaughter with a new pack of tarot cards, she wouldn't have believed you. Yet here she was, sitting in front of little Catherine Parr.
"Are those special cards?" Parr asked and scooted towards her new mother.
Catherine nodded and smiled softly. "Yep, and I bought this deck for you." She slowly opened the box and took out the plastic-wrapped card deck. "Do you wanna open them?"
Parr made grabby hands towards the deck. "I do!" She took the deck from her mother and slowly removed the plastic. She mumbled something under her about the tiny tarot card gods as she slowly pulled the plastic off of the cards. Parr grinned wildly as she held the fresh card deck in her hands. "What do we do now?"
Catherine handed a small booklet that came inside the cards to her daughter. "Here, read this and try to read my future." She leaned forward and kissed Parr's forehead. "Don't worry, it won't be too hard."
Parr nodded and opened the small paper booklet and read through the first few pages. She places it down and grabs a card. She puts it towards her mouth and gets ready to bite it.
"Wow, no! Not like that!" Catherine covered her daughter's mouth. "Okay, maybe we need to start you off with the really basic stuff. Watch what I do and then you can try it. Ok?"
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To say almost everyone other queen was confused about Catherine's religious orientation was an understatement. Parr was the only one who knew anything about Aragon's religious life and she refused to give out any information.
Sure, she sang about being Catholic and wears Catholic stuff during their performances, but at home it was different. Catherine didn't go to church as far as any of them knew and she didn't have any bibles or rosaries.
Anne not being one for secrets, of course, decided to go through her fellow bandmates room for some sign of religious belief. It was wrong morally, but of course, that doesn't bother Anne that much.
"Care to explain what you're doing in my room?" Catherine crossed her and leaned against her doorway. Despite her calm appearance, Catherine was extremely nervous.
"Relax, I was just a little curious." Anne put her hands up to show she hadn't taken anything from the drawer she was looking through.
"What is there to be curious about? So you reading my diary every time I leave it out in the open not enough?" Catherine chuckled softly. "Anyway, what do you want?"
Anne bit her lip nervously usually, Catherine would've flipped her shit over stuff like this. She was afraid she'd be on even thinner ice than she already was. "About your, ya know, religion and all that stuff."
A/N: This is short, but I really wanted to get this out. I'd like to thank @qualquercoisa945 for the idea of Aragon being a cuddle ass bitch.
Aragon hated being sick. It made her feel weak and vulnerable. Which is why she chose to ignore it and keep forcing herself to work through it. Eventually, the other queens took notice. Aragon seemed disassociated and out of it in general. Knowing Aragon wouldn't listen to any of them, the queens decided to tell the one person Aragon would listen to, Maria. After a lot of unnecessary planning and complicated timing. They had all managed to trick Aragon into oversleeping and stay home.
Once Aragon had woke up she was shocked to see she'd slept right through all of her alarms. She quickly got out of bed despite the raging headache she had. She wandered around the house. None of the other queens were there, which meant they were all at the show. She mumbled a string of curse words under her breath as she made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She entered the kitchen and noticed someone standing over stove already. "Maria, is that you?"
Maria looked up from the pot of boiling soup. "Oh good, you're up!" Maria put down the wooden spoon and lead Aragon to the couch. "Stay here, until the soup is finished." Aragon complied with Maria's instructions despite being confused about the entire situation.
Eventually, Maria came back with two bowls of soup. "Here eat up, you need energy." Aragon took the bowl and spoon from Maria. They ate in comfortable silence for a while. "Now tell me," Maria's voice wasn't as sweet it was when she first spoke. It was dangerously cold and uncharacteristic for Maria. "why in God's name did you decide to work through any kind of sickness for two weeks straight?!"
Aragon drew back and took another spoonful of soup into her mouth. "You know I hate being sick." She frowned as she continued to eat. "And I hate the fact I let you trick me into missing the show today." She grumbled under her breath, bit Maria could very much hear her.
Maria rolled her eyes. "Had I not you would've gotten sicker and it would've been worse for you in the end." Aragon frowned as she scooted closer to Maria. "You can't cuddle your way out of this." Aragon leaned against Maria snuggling into her deeply. Maria sighed and put down her bowl. "Fine, but don't think you're still not off the hook."
Aragon shrugged as she pushed Maria down on the couch and laid against her chest. "I know, but it's nice to be able to buy time." Maria smiled as she wrapped her arms around Aragon. It was nice to have a few moments of quiet, even if Aragon was sick.
Aragon let Maria's heartbeat fill her ears, it was slow and steady, but still so loud. "Your heartbeat is really loud." She whispered softly.
"It's because I'm with you." Maria chuckled softly as she began playing with Aragon's hair.
"You say a lot of cheesy shit, but that takes the cake." Aragon sighed softly and closed her eyes. She let the warmth of the blanket and Maria pull her into a deep sleep. Maria looked down at her girlfriend and smiled softly. Usually, around this time Aragon would be running around rushing to something done or overworking herself.
Eventually, Maria managed to slip from underneath Aragon. She started cooking another meal for today. She tried to stay as quiet as possible, she ended up so focused on cooking she hadn't noticed that Aragon had woken up. Aragon stood next to Maria quietly watching the shorter woman cook. She managed to avoid Maria noticing her for a good half hour or so before the inevitable happen.
"First you keep being sick from and now you're gonna scare me half to death? Some girlfriend you." Maria looked up at her girlfriend with her arms crossed. Aragon could tell Maria was trying to be intimidating, but it wasn't working. Maria was a bit too short and a bit too cute to actual scare Aragon.
Aragon couldn't help lean down to her girlfriend's height. "You look really cute when you're mad." Aragon closed the gap between the two of them with what was intended to be a deep kiss, but Maria leaned away before Aragon could pull her in any closer.
"Don't try to fluster me and change the subject!" Maria's face was bright red. She tried her best to glare at her girlfriend, but it didn't come out the way she wanted it to. She could tell by the dopey way Aragon smiled at her. "Just go lay back down and I'll wake you up when it's time to eat!" Whatever sickness Aragon had caught was making her loopy. Aragon wasn't one for affection unless in her own room or she really having a bad day. It was rare that Aragon would start any form of affection unless she was asleep.
"I don't want to sleep unless you're gonna sleep with me!" Maria sighed as she pushed Aragon toward the couch. "I mean it, it's cold and I don't want to be alone!" Aragon turned around and wrapped her arms around Maria. "Please?"
Maria sighed. "Fine, I'll cuddle with you after I finish cooking." Maria laid Aragon down on the couch. "Now, just lay down and get some rest. For me ok?"
Aragon sighed and relaxed against the couch. "Fine."
Summary: Parr likes to be calculated, too calculated
A/N: There’s only one thing worse than a cliffhanger. A cliffhanger with no context!!! I will give more context later. I promise.
Word Count: 1378 words
Warnings: Uh, a slight gore warning. It’s kinda glazed over, but I know a few of us are squeamish
Six. A secret organization that handled countless missions. Both loved and feared by many. It was easy to think the organization was run by robots. Everything always went smoothly and perfectly timed. However, the agents were very much human. They got hurt, they got scared, they argued, but for the most part, they got along, they were a little family. Today, however, was one of the few days some of them didn’t get along. More specifically, Jane and Parr.
Parr had been the girl in the chair. She told everyone what to do and when to do it. Which meant she basically controlled who would do what. Very rarely did they have any problems. Parr knew what her teammates were good at and what they weren’t good at. However, as of late there had been a budding problem. Jane was starting to realize she was being placed on the sidelines more and more. At first, it was reasonable, the first few missions didn’t require her skills. Then she kept having to sit out.
Again. And again. Eventually, Jane had got sick of it. Which was why she decided to confront her lover about it. Jane stood in front of Parr’s office door a few seconds. She knocked on the door boldly. “Parr, can we talk for a moment?” Jane slowly opened the door peaking inside. “It’s kinda important.”
Parr looked up from her laptop and smiled. “Of course, is something bothering you?” She closed her laptop giving Jane her full attention. Parr had very few soft spots and Jane was one of them. Of course, that had pros and cons, but the pros outweigh the cons more often than not.
Jane sat down in the chair in front of Parr’s desk. “Yes actually..it’s about my position on some of the recent missions..and the fact I basically don’t have one.” Jane watched as Parr’s face darken. “I mean, I know I don’t look strong but I’m just as much of an agent as anyone else is!” Jane frowned “I’m tired of being put on the sidelines.”
Parr sighed. “Jane, I know you want to be out on the field and all, but I think you’d be safer on the sidelines.” Parr bit her lip slightly. “I know it gets boring, but it’s what’s best for you.” Parr noticed a change in Jane’s face. She couldn’t tell what it was, but it wasn’t going to be good.
“I not some..some small child!” Jane knitted her brows together in frustration. “I’m not someone that needs to be protected, I can do that myself! I took the same classes you did, you know what I can do! I’m just as capable of you.” Jane could feel her anger rising. She didn’t like to yell, but it felt right. “I’m not just some..some damsel in distress that needs to be protected!”
Parr looked at Jane straight-faced. She knew getting emotional would just make things worse. “Jane, I understand, but you have to trust my decision.” Her brows knitted together as she bit her lip. Memories of the last mission that had gone wrong rushed through her head. The blood everywhere, god there was so much of it. Then the weak little smile Jane had forced before she went out cold. It was terrifying. The way Jane looked when she slept, almost dead. It was a hellish 3 months for Parr both mentally and physically.
Jane must have still been ranting while Parr was mental reliving her personal hell because suddenly she yelled was “Catherine, are you even listening to me?!” The amount of pure anger in Jane’s voice caused Parr to draw up. Jane’s features sorted seeing Parr shy away from her. “I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated.” Jane took a deep breath. “Please explain to me why you’re putting me on the sidelines.”
Parr reached across her desk and grabbed Jane’s hand. She ran her thumb over the knuckles. “Look, after you got shot…I was scared.” Jane placed her other hand on top of Parr’s and squeezed it slightly. “I don’t want to relive that, I don’t want /you/ or Kitty to have to relieve that.” Parr swallowed a lump in her throat. “I want to keep you safe. I want to keep my family safe. I can’t do that with you running off and getting hurt.” Parr could feel tears streaming down her face. “You, Mary, Kitty, and Edward mean a lot to me…I just need to keep this family whole.”
Jane bit her lip thinking. There was a lot to analyze. Yes, it did hurt that Parr thought Jane couldn’t protect herself, but she meant well obviously. It felt good knowing Parr was looking out for her. Then it dawned on Jane. Parr had considered Edward and Kitty a part of her family, but Edward and Kitty were Jane’s kids. “Parr, do you see me as something more than just a girlfriend?” The question was horribly timed and inappropriate to ask, but curiosity had gotten the better of Jane.
“I’d like to go further, but I can’t do that unless I manage to keep you safe.” Parr gently squeezed Jane’s hand. “I really want to, but I don’t think now is a good time, not with /him/ alive.” Parr paused, the longer she thought the more problems flooded into her head. “With us together, he’d have more reasons to come after Edward..it’s a big risk..” Parr’s calm facade had melted away at this point, the nervousness rising the surface.
Jane frowned. It hurt knowing that Parr kept herself so calculated. She wonders if they would’ve ever gotten together if Jane hadn’t made the first move. “You can’t just calculate your whole life. Catherine, your life isn’t all numbers and probabilities! You have to live and make mistakes! You’re a human, you’ll make mistakes and that’s ok! You miss so much information by not failing!"Jane had to admit, she was a little disappointed. She’d expect Parr of all people to know that.
Parr bit her lip as a number of emotions flooded through her. Jane was technically right. You didn’t really learn anything if you didn’t fail. Yet it didn’t make sense to fail if it could’ve been avoided. "Well, the numbers help me. I don’t want to lose anyone. If a few math equations keep everyone alive, then so be.” Parr’s voice was oddly assertive despite the fact she was actually scared. The idea of not knowing her chances made her uneasy. She couldn’t prepare herself if she didn’t have a chance.
“You’re always calculated, do something brash! Right now, I dare you!” Jane wasn’t one for dares, they were childish and people could get hurt. There was no way to tell what could happen, which is what Parr really needed. Something she couldn’t really predict. There was no real way to tell how’d she react, because Jane didn’t even know held she reacts.
Parr bit her lip. She looked around the room nervously. There were a lot of odd things she could do. Then she looked at her desk drawer. She quickly opened it and grabbed a small little box, now was a gold a time as any. It wasn’t as fancy as she’d wanted it to be, but it was now or never. She placed the little box in her pocket and stood up. Parr stood in front of Jane and took a deep breath.
Jane found the quick movement a little amusing. She didn’t think one small dare would send Parr into such a frenzy of panic. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you seem a little nervous.” Jane chuckled as Parr’s face began to heat up
Parr cleared her throat and got down on one knee. It was a chance that Jane would deny her, she didn’t how big or how small it was, but it was always a possibility. It was nerve-racking and scary. “Jane..” Parr took a deep breath before pulling out a small black box. She opened the box to reveal a small silver ring. It had a few diamonds on it. Looked pretty expensive and fragile.
“Jane Seymour, would you make me the happiest woman on earth and marry me?”
A/N: so how about I thought that this flopped really, really bad and really it's been in my drafts for days now. At least I partially edited it this time tho. There's gonna be at least two more chapters after this one.
Word Count: A lot.
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Being Demeter's messenger isn't as bad as Hermes thought it would be. Demeter doesn't ask for much unless it's something important and it's nice to have something to give to her auntie as well. It was always nice to spend all day running from city-state to city-state then go to the underworld to relax and read the letters and poems Persephone had written for Hades to Hades.
It was cute, to see her auntie in love, but it's been going on for years. Hundreds of years. It was cute and all, but it was clear they wanted more. Persephone was tired of keeping her relationship a secret and Hades wasn't satisfied with only calling Persephone a girlfriend. It wasn't enough for either of them and Hermes was going to fix.
Hermes dramatically drops a stack of her old letters on Hades' desk. "You can't keep doing this to yourself!" Hermes frowned and crossed her arms glaring down at Hades.
"Sending the letters? I can find someone else to-"
Hermes groaned loudly, "No this! You two have been dancing around obvious for too long!" Hermes shuffled through the letters until she pulled one out. "Listen to this, "oh how I crave to be in your arms again, not as lovers, but as more" What else could Persephone mean by more than lovers, auntie!?"
Hades sighed, "Look, I don't want to rush anything. If she drops more hints about them I'll do something." One letter wouldn't mean much of anything. They've been together for too long for one sentence to set the pace of their whole relationship. "Unless you have any more proof, you're reading too much into that."
Hermes took a deep breath, she didn't want to get too frustrated. Hades wasn't one for her own emotions and freaking out wouldn't solve any problems. "Aidoneus," Hermes was serious, it was rare she referred to her aunt by her real names, "This entire letter is about you two fucking each other on the balcony."
Hades blushed and cleared her throat, "Regardless of the topic of the letter, that's one letter of many we sent. She could've just been feeling particularly needy when she wrote that letter."
"This entire stack of letters is my proof. Would like me to read and explain?" Hermes' face seemed almost crazed. It was like she'd been putting together the pieces for years and finally had a chance to tell someone about it after waiting.
"Please don't," Hades rubbed her temples sighing
"I'm going to do so anyway."
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Less than a week later, Persephone arrived in the underworld. Despite Hermes screaming at her about taking her chance, Hades didn't think it would be a smart idea to suddenly bring up the topic of marriage. However, Persephone did.
"You know," Persephone said in a sing-song voice, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say your niece is interested being my niece as well." Hades paused and knitted her eyebrows together in confusion. Persephone giggled, "Think about it, sweetheart."
Hades thought for maybe a second longer. "Oh." She blushed and cleared her throat. "She's just being her usual childish self, she'd throw a fit if I remarried anyone."
Persephone raised a brow and turned to stand in front of Hades. "I don't think so, honey. If she truly hated the idea she wouldn't have given me the chance to do this." She got down on one knee and presented a dagger to Hades. It was a simple one it had gold encrusted in the handle and on the sides of it. It looked just the hairpin Hades had given Persephone "Will you marry me?" Persephone grinned nervously.
Hades slowly reached out and grabbed the dagger. It was very well crafted and seemed surprisingly light. She noticed the little "Ἥφαιστος" engraved in the handle. That meant Hephaestus must have made. "So you got both my niece and nephew in on this just so you could propose to me?" Hades chuckled. "Alright then, I accept your proposal."
Persephone quickly stood up and tightly hugged her wife. "You're never gonna regret, Hermes and I have so much planned for our wedding!"
"You can't plan a wedding without your mother now can you?" In stormed Demeter with Hecate and Hermes rushing in after her. "So this is what you two have been doing for the past 100 years?" Demeter held up a journal with "Κόρη" written on the front of it.
"My Lord I'm sorry, she just slipped out of my grasp and your niece couldn't break through her vines, we really tried to stop her!" Hecate hurriedly explained while trying her best to catch her breath.
"It's fine, just leave the three of us alone please?" Hades was clearly nervous, but she tried her best to hide and despite both Hecate and Hermes noticing it they left. Hades took a deep breath. "Demeter, I understand you may not agree to this but I promise you-"
Demeter raised her hand signaling Hades she wasn't interested "I want Persephone to explain."
Persephone looked at her wife nervously then back to her mother. She had so much to say, about Hades, Hermes, the underworld, and her mother. She just wasn't sure how to say it, so she took a chance at fate. "Mother I know you're probably mad at me for wanting to marry Hades and I understand that the fact I didn't tell you anything doesn't make it any better, but I promise you she's different! she isn't anything like her brothers, she actually cares for me and thinks about how I feel!" Persephone sniffled. "I love you mother, but ever since the whole winter thing started you've been so busy and you never had time for me and I just assumed you didn't care and that at some point I wouldn't be your little girl anymore! It hurts to know that you won't take care of me like you used to, but I also really want to grow and be my own goddess! Do you know how much it hurts to have everyone on Olympus to just see you as "Demeter's daughter", I bring them spring and flowers and that's all I get! Down here it's different, all the souls treat me with respect and everyone cares for me here."
Demeter sighed and took a deep breath. She wasn't sure if she was going to say the right things, but she had to do something. "I know I haven't been the best mom, but I don't know what to do. I know I was too controlling so I wanted to let you grow up and breath a bit. I don't know if it's too much space or not enough. I've been trying Persephone and I've known about you and Hades for a long, long time, but I didn't want you to think I would ruin anything so I didn't say anything to you about because of how I acted toward Hades when you first left!" It was a lot of pent up emotions and regret.
Hades cleared her throat and shifted nervously. "I may not be a therapist, but I believe it's best you two spend your six months binding a bit more. Set up some boundaries between each other and just you know, be a mother and daughter to each other again. I'm willing to send Persephone home early if you'd like me to."
Demeter shook her head. "Just let me spend some time down here and I'll be out of your hair. You lovebirds plan your wedding." She kissed Persephone's forehead and embraced her in a tight hug. "Maybe I was wrong about you, Hades." She smiled softly and made her way towards the exit of the palace.
Maybe getting married would be a lot easier than what Hades thought it'd be.
A/N: First off, Hades is Boleyn, Parr is Persephone, and Demeter is Aragon. I gave up on the spy AU and started another project like any good writer does. I'm gonna actually finish this one, I swear. Also, credit to @lesbiancross-stitch for the idea. I'll go into more detail like later.
Summary: Good old fashion running from problems, but like sticking with that idea.
Word Count: 1147
The underworld is cold. Nothing grows there. It's full of negativity and death. It isn't Hades' fault, it's the mortals' fault. They're evil, cruel, and unloving. They get what they deserve and Hades sees nothing wrong with it. Hades trusted very few people and loved even fewer. It wasn't that she thought that all of humanity was bad, she knew there were good people. It was that she thought she was undeserving to be with those good people. That all had changed one fateful day.
It started normally. Hades wakes up and follows her normal routine. It was mostly uneventful until she noticed something. Once Hades had stepped out of her palace she noticed things started to grow. Of course, there were places where things did grow in the underworld, but this was not one of them. It was nothing worth throwing a fit about. All she had to do was find who or what was causing the growth and promptly remove it.
Hades followed the trail. Flowers were growing and the grass was bright green. While walking Parr noticed that some of the souls seemed happier. They had flowers placed in their hair or in their pockets. It was so much happiness, it was unusual for the underworld to be happy. Despite how strange it felt, Hades actually enjoyed it. The longer the trail went on the more things started to grow. Everything from small flowers to large trees. It was breathtaking. Maybe Hades would reconsider kicking out whoever was causing all of it.
Hades stopped and looked where the trail had ended. In the middle of a growing field sat a small girl. She had dark brown hair with flowers placed strategically throughout it. Her skin was deep brown, she couldn't have been from here. Most of the gods in the underworld were pale, and the souls were even paler regardless of what they looked like when they were alive.
Whoever was in the field was very much alive and well. The only questions left were, who were they and why were they in the underworld. Many mortals dreaded the underworld and none of the gods that passed through stayed long enough to bring any real life. Hades cleared her throat catching the girls attention. The young woman looked up and around the field. When her eyes landed on Hades, they softened.
The young woman smiled and patted the space next to her. "Come sit." Hades hesitantly sat down. Now that Hades was closer, she could see a lot more details that she hadn't noticed at first. Where there would've been veins for pumping blood, there were vines pumped full of chlorophyll. The woman had little flowers imprinted in her skin. She was a walking flower almost. "What is your name?"
Hades snapped out of her daze, "I'm Hades, goddess of the underworld. If you don't mind me asking, who and what are you?" Hades watched as the woman's smile faded, but she continued nonetheless. "Also, why are you here?"
The woman sighed and put down the bundle of flowers that she had been playing with. "I'm Persephone, daughter of Demeter and Goddess of Spring…" Persephone frowned as she continued. "I ran away hoping to have a little fun, but I got lost and ended up. I'm assuming you want me to leave." She pouted.
Hades shook her head. "I don't mind it actually. I've never been able to bring as much happiness to my people as you have. However, you bring life to a place of death. This isn't somewhere you should be." Hades stood up and offered her hand. Persephone took it and helped herself up. Once she stood upright, she didn't let go.
"Please, don't make me go back just yet! I- My mother is so overbearing! I don't want to go back home just yet!" Persephone held on to Hades' tighter. She seemed desperate. Hades didn't have any reason to say yes, but she didn't have a reason to deny the woman of her request either.
"I must return you to your mother," Hades watched as Persephone's face fell. "but, I'm sure there's no harm in taking a longer way. How would you like a tour?" Persephone nodded and with that, they set off. Everywhere Persephone goes, she brings life. The people wave and smile, Hades knows they don't wave at her, but it's nice to see the happy. The grass is bright green, there are flowers blooming, and the trees no longer look old and hollow. It's peaceful. They decide to take a rest in the garden, just to waste a little more time.
Suddenly there's shaking, and a lot of it. Then suddenly it stops. Nothing is damaged, but suddenly someone is in front of the two women. "So this is where you've run off to?" It's Demeter, and she isn't happy. "I leave alone for a few minutes and you run off and get kidnapped?"
"She didn't kidnap me!" Persephone stands in between Hades and her mother. "I came down here on my own." Her voice falters. Her mother is fearsome, there's no denying that, but Persephone won't let others be punished for her actions.
"And why would you do a thing like that, have you forgotten what I told you?" Demeter points at Hades and she falls, vines tightly wrap themselves around her ankles. "She and her brother want nothing more than to have sex. They're childish, irresponsible, and evil! She wants nothing more than to taint you, I'm sure of it." The longer she spoke the tighter the vines got.
Hades opens her mouth to speak, but Persephone speaks firsts. "And maybe she does, I don't care! She's been nicer than you or any of the suitors that come after me!" Tears began forming in her eyes. "She likes my spring, she compliments the stuff I do! When have you ever done that to me! When was the last time you've been truly proud of me! The people down here love me and that's all I want!"
Persephone makes a bold decision. She pushed past her mother. She grabs the nearest fruit, it's a pomegranate. She peels it and eats the seeds. It was a rash decision, but she didn't regret it. She knew what she'd done.
"What have you done!?" It's not her mother who shouts at Persephone, it's Hades. "You're stuck here for 6 months! Do you know what that means for the living!?" Hades breaks free from the vines and snatches the fruit from the smaller woman. "You won't be able to return home, that means no spring for the mortals! They'll die without you."
Persephone looks pass Hades, she looks at her mother. Her stare isn't scared, it's not apologetic, or regretful, it's nothing close to what her mother expected to see. The stare is stone cold. "Then let them."
A/N: I wrote something for the high school AU because someone requested it and I wanted to get it done!!
Boleyn was popular. It was just a fact, she couldn’t go anywhere without someone from school noticing her. Cleves was a little different. She was a little more popular, especially with some of the girls at school. Even before joining any sports teams, Cleves always drew in a large crowd. People liked Cleves for her personality. Boleyn was popular, because of her titles.
Boleyn knew there were girls that wanted Cleves. Whether it was other girls at the school, or people Cleves knew outside of schools. Cleves just seemed to attract girls no matter where she was. Boleyn did get jealous from time to time, but she never admitted it. To make it all the even worse, Cleves didn’t realize all the girls after her. Like right now.
Cleves was practicing some shooting drills while a group of girls watched from the bleachers. It was clear they weren’t interested in Cleves’ skill and more so her body. Cleves couldn’t see the hungry staring, but Boleyn could. It wasn’t fair, only she was allowed to look at Cleves like that. Then again, it wasn’t good for Boleyn to stare at her girlfriend like that either.
“Hey, babe!” Cleves’ thick accent cut Boleyn out of her train of thought. Cleves grinned excitedly. “We’re still on for our date right?” Cleves was covered in sweat and her hair was a mess.
“You’re not going anywhere with me smelling like that, go take a shower!” Boleyn giggled as she pushed Cleves toward to locker room. She leaned away when Cleves turned around to kiss her. “Nope, I’m not touching you anymore until you shower, ya dork!”
Cleves pouted. “At least come in there with me, I’ve been busy all day and I wanna talk to you.” Cleves was technically right. Despite having most of their classes together, they only really had time to talk between classes and lunch. “Just this one time, for me?”
Boleyn sighed looking away from her girlfriend. “Babe, even if I did want to go in with you, which I don’t it smells like sweat I’m there,” Boleyn looked up to see Cleves pouting even harder “I don’t have a good reason to go in without looking suspicious.” Cleves huffed out and crossed her arms. She looked at Boleyn for a moment, then suddenly her face lit up. “What are you thinking-” Before she could finish Cleves quickly reached up and took off the rubber bands holding up Boleyn’s space buns neatly in place.
Cleves smiled watching the buns quickly unravel and fall down. “Now you do.” Boleyn rolled her eyes as she took the hair ties from Cleves and entered the locker room. “Hey come on, they were frizzy anyway!” Cleves joked as she followed behind Boleyn.
“Well, they weren’t falling apart now were they?” Boleyn chuckled as she made her way toward a sink. She placed her purse on the edge and pulled out a comb and hairbrush. She began smoothing out her stray hairs and parted her hair straight down the middle. Boleyn tied her hair into two ponytails and twisted them around the base and made sure they were even.
“If it matters, I think your hair still looks cute when it’s down!” Cleves’ voice caused Boleyn to jump.“Sorry, but I mean it.”
“Thanks, but you’re still in the dog house for your little stunt.” Boleyn looked Cleves up and down, she’d been mostly clean and smelled way better. The only problem was that Cleves hair was still wet. “Your hair is still very wet, dry it.”
Cleves shrugged, “It’s no big deal, I’ll let it air dry. Now let’s go!” Cleves grabbed Boleyn’s hand and walked out of the locker room. Boleyn had a number of reasons to nag Cleves about needing to dry her hair, but Cleves seemed really excited to have a date today. Boleyn just bit her lip and followed behind Cleves quietly.
Once they left school Boleyn couldn’t help but notice people still staring at Cleves. It didn’t ease any of the growing irritation in Boleyn’s mind. “Are you ok? You seem pretty quiet…” Cleves frowned as she pulled her girlfriend closer. “You’ve been quiet since I started practicing, do you need me to take you home? We can always try again when you feel better.” Boleyn couldn’t help but melt how soft Cleves had gotten.
“Yea, I’m fine it’s just…nothing it’s stupid. Let’s just eat some food.” Boleyn shrugged and continued walking alongside her girlfriend. Boleyn could tell Cleves wasn’t buying her front. “We can talk about after we get food, I’m starving.” Boleyn forced a smiled. It was clear Cleves was beyond worried, but she didn’t say anything. After a few more minutes of quiet walking, the reached the gas station. It was an odd place to have a date, but neither of them really cared. They had fun and that was all that really mattered to the two of them. They entered the gas station and quickly bought their food. A few bags of chips, two drinks, and a couple hotdogs.
They sat down at a table set up outside of the gas station. After a few minutes of quiet eating, Cleves broke the silence. “Come on, what’s bothering you?” Cleves looked intensely as her girlfriend shifted nervously. “I’m not gonna be mad at you, I promise.”
Boleyn bit her lip, she could just come clean and get it over with. Yet she still felt stupid for it. It wasn’t like Cleves was asking for them to look at her that way. “You really don’t notice it,” Cleves tilted her head in confusion. “The staring, like everywhere we go it’s someone. I know it’s not your fault it just makes me so…so..”
“Jealous?”
“No, I don’t get jealous.” Boleyn glared at the girl sitting across from her. “It just makes me uncomfortable..” It just didn’t seem right, to have people looking at Cleves all the time.
“Hey, I don’t care how many people look at me. My eyes are always gonna be on you.” Cleves smirked watching her girlfriend string back into her seat. “It’s just you and me, no one else. I promise.” Boleyn covered her face blushing.
“You’re lucky you’re cute or I would’ve hit you by now.”
A/N: I got really deep into this chapter and wanted to get it done super fast. It's mostly a setup chapter and part 5, 6, and maybe 7 are a bit more interesting. Also, this chapter focuses more on Kitty!
Word Count: a little over 1000 words.
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Hermes was always an expected guest in the underworld, she was pretty much everyone's big sister or child in some fashion. Hermes treated the souls of these dead like she treated the living, she was always among them. The only difference was that she didn't have to appear human. Regardless of her appearance, she did indulge in gossip with some of the souls.
Which is why she sat at a dining table with several souls drinking some cheap watered down wine. Hermes didn't speak much, but she was a good listener. She took note of everything all the souls had said. Even if it wasn't super important, everything counts.
"You should've seen the way they looked at each other, it's so obvious they're in love."
"A few days after she arrived, the queen bought Persephone a toga."
"That's nothing! I heard the queen hand made Persephone a hair clip!"
Hermes' ears pricked up as she smirked. "If you don't mind me asking, do either of you have any idea what Persephone's hairpin looks like?"
The souls murmured and then spoke up, "It's a simple black comb, but the design is beautiful. There's gold design on it and there are some flowers at the end of it. I'm not sure what kind of flowers they are but they still grow near the palace, you'll know it when you see it." They all spoke in unison, it was strange, but they didn't argue over any details which meant they were all on one accord with what they were saying.
Hermes put down her coat and smiled. "Thank you, ladies, but sadly I have some business with my auntie." The women all noticed the smirk that played across Hermes' face. It usually meant Hermes was about to cause some trouble. The women couldn't help but shake their heads as Hermes ran off to who knows where.
Hermes sped around the underworld until she found her auntie in her usual position, hunched over working on some stupid paperwork Hermes couldn't begin to understand, "You're really stuck in a rut without her."
"Shut up, I've seen the way you get without your little nymph friend." Hades chuckled as Hermes took a seat next to her. "Anyway, what trouble have you been causing with the souls?" Hermes mocked gasp and all Hades could do was roll her eyes.
"Why can't I just come to bother my aunt without good reason?" Hermes huffed and crossed her arms. "But since you must know, I'm curious about how much you miss Persephone?" Hermes watched as Hades face seemed to soften.
"I miss her so much already, but I'd feel guilty having her in the underworld," Hades sighed and put down her quill. "I want to see her again, but I have no reason to visit her and I don't want to ruin any of her time with Demeter." Hades huffed out again and looked down at them unfinished work underneath her, "I need to take a break, I'll be back in an hour or so."
Hermes frowned as she watched her auntie walk away. It was rare for Hades to talk about her emotions especially when they were related to her love life. "That's it, I have to do this, for my auntie," Hermes whispered to herself as she quickly stood up.
Hermes quickly ran out of the palace and toward the exit of the underworld. Being the goddess of travel had its perks, being one of the fastest gods in all of Olympus was fun. She could technically be in two places at once if she ran fast enough, she could always manage to get first pickings at dinner, and a bunch of other small things. Another perk was that she was the goddess of thieves. Stealing anything she wanted was a breeze and no one could ever prove she did it which always came in handy.
Hermes stopped as she stood in front of Demeter's farm, it was huge. There were at least 4 floors. It would be a challenge breaking in and it'd be a challenge to get out. Multiple ways of getting in and even more ways of getting out. There was a window, but she couldn't tell if anyone would see her go in. Even if there was they'd pretend not to notice her, she was a goddess and there was nothing they could do to stop her. After a bit more thinking, Hermes went for the easiest option. Dash up to Persephone's room, look for the hairpin, snatch it, and…that's as far as she's gotten.
It works. Hermes sneaks into Persephone's room no problem. It smelt sickeningly sweet. There were flowers in almost every corner of the room. Luckily, that made finding the hairpin the easiest thing in the world. There it sat on Persephone's nightstand in the middle of a flower crown. Hermes quickly snatched it before anyone could realize she'd run through the farmhouse.
The return to the underworld was easy. Hermes didn't even have to deal with Hecate nagging her about leaving realms and coming back so quickly. Hermes greeted the souls as she ran by and made her way toward the palace. "Hades! Auntie! You'll never believe what I found!" Hermes slides as she stopped. "I found Persephone's hairpin on the way out, you have to return it to her!" Hermes was expecting Hades to be overjoyed she found the hairpin and happy to have a reason to visit Persephone, but Hades wasn't happy at all.
"You stole that, didn't you?" Hades watched as Hermes curled into herself and bit her lip.
"No." Hermes was normally a good liar, but the crack in her voice was a dead give away to everything she'd done. "Okay, yes I stole the hairpin, but now you have a reason to go see Persephone!"
Hades sighed as she rubbed her temples. "Look, thank you for trying, but you'll have to return it yourself. Demeter won't let me anywhere near Persephone," Hades sighed looking at the hairpin.
"Come on, you'll never know unless you try!"
Hades glared at Hermes. "Alright then, I'll try but we'll do it my way!" Hermes whimpered hearing the cold tone in Hades' voice. "You'll come with me and apologize for stealing it. I'll take any time I get alone with Persephone. Deal?"
