What would the beasts be like with a reader who has the powers of Persephone?
Well having this power : Growth and Renewal : As being the goddess of spring, you have the power to bring life back to the earth. When you return from the underworld each year signals the end of winter and the start of the growing season. Is not give by ANY cookie, so you can be called like a "goodness" by many.
Despite your status, you have a complex and multifaceted personality, but most of the Beasts loved you for that.
Positive Qualities :
Graceful and Considerate: You are known for your gentle and compassionate nature.
Resilient and Courageous : You are capable of facing difficult situations and standing up for yourself, even when forced into the Underworld.
Capable Leader : In the Underworld, you are seen as a good leader who inspires others.
Protective and Loving : you're considered a protector of the Underworld and a caring Queen.
Affable and Sociable : you're friendly and approachable, even in the dark Underworld. Less Common, but Important
Aspects :
Vengeful : you're associated with curses and the Furies, who are used to exact revenge.
Powerful : As Queen of the Underworld, you possesses significant power and authority.
Stern : While not overtly cruel, you're not afraid to use your power to defend yourself and those you cares about.
Independent : Despite your mother's attempts to control you, you're driven by a desire for freedom and exploration.
Now to the Beasts :
Shadow Milk Cookie :
• Ohhh~ Lookie Lookie here~ ! He ADORES you.
• As sad as it is, he would've want you to be free and join him to spray Deceice all over the Earthbread.
•But not to your home and people of course, he doesn't want his sweet goodness to be mad at him.
• But sometimes... He get too carried away and sometimes you discover some of your children and people transformed into little clowns or jokers cards.
• He's always into it when you're beat him up or show your bad side. He can help it, you're too pretty when you're mad.
• He adore your laugh, when he do his spectacles for you, he almost melt when he heard your sweet laugh, it's like music to him.
• And as the master of Deceice, he know when you're lying or not.
Burning Spice Cookie
• Now what can I say to him ? Oh yes ! He LOVES you're anger.
• Despite your calm nature, he always find it amusing when you kill the cookies who dares to hurt your people.
• He's not always allowed in your home. He'll challenge you to fight him, and you sometimes get annoyed by this.
• But he's a great friends, I guess...?
Mystic Flour Cookie
• As the Master of Ivory Pagoda, she know wat it's like to feel trapped and want to be free.
• But that doesn't mean that she CAN'T visit your home, She does it sometimes.
• She come along with her loyal servant Cloud Haetae Cookie, who while you two are discussing, he's playing with the children there.
• She's the only one who'll genuinely smile, you're a goodness and a friend of hers. Not like the jester, the spice and the crazy angel.
• Even if she "lost" her emotions and is with Ampaty, you can see that she cared about her little servant.
• She always bring tea with her, so you can try some of hers for a "change", and it was pretty good.
Eternal Sugar Cookie
• Now there is two goddess provide happiness and protection to those cookies who seek it ? WHAT A GREAT NEWS !!
• She wanted to show you her paradise after seeing you, but after you declined, she asked herself why
• The reason was of Pavlova Cookie, you can see trough his broken heart and eyes that he only deserve true happiness.
• And seeing who she made Sugarfly Cookie's wings into those who are not useful. You don't think you two can be friends that easily.
• She mostly talk about how Hollyberry Cookie almost given herself to her and will forgot about this cookie who's she's married with.
• You're more careful around her like Burning Spice, but at the sale time, you can see that she just crave true love and want her "other-half" like she says...
"In which the god of the underworld falls in love with a young goddess of spring."
WARNING. stalking, hades being a little creep(?), reader is persephone. FEMALE READER
Among the deities of the Greek pantheon, (Name) was always a curious little thing compared to everyone else around her. The strange momentary union between the king of the gods and the goddess of agriculture came unexpectedly. When the young goddess was born, her mother, Demeter, took her in her arms for the first time and swore to herself that she would never allow anything to happen to her sweet girl.
(Name) grew up and lived in her mother's domain, who kept her away from the eyes of others and any greed of thirsty gods. The girl on the other hand, was eventually becoming a beautiful and adorable deity.
Something her mother always told her was to never go to corners of Valhalla that did not belong to her domain, or any corner where the young goddess was not under her watchful eye. (Name) however, never worried about such words, obeying her mother without any protest, preferring to be among the beauty of the flowers and the abundant flora than among so many gods with curious looks.
Zeus was an interesting father, but he rarely saw her; on one of those rare encounters, where (Name) was walking through a forest right before playing with some flowers that sprouted from the ground thanks to her presence. Her father appeared and became very excited when he invited her to her first meeting among the gods, where every thousand years they would all come together in a great council and decide the fate of humanity.
Her mother, of course, immediately objected, firmly stating that there was no need for her daughter's presence as she was still a young deity and that she did not wish to expose her so soon to all those male gods so eager to feel at least a single taste of his much-loved daughter. And if (Name) didn't want to go, she definitely wouldn't have to.
And oh, how Demeter wished she had denied it. But (Name) put on her best dress made of flowers and roots that matched her (h/c) hair that was always blowing in the wind adorned with small flower petals scattered among its strands, and decided with determination that she would attend.
(Name) always thought that her first time at the council of the gods wouldn't be a big deal, but oh, she barely noticed when she started getting looks from all around, which were furiously returned by the icy, dangerous-looking gaze coming from the goddess of agriculture, who uttered words like “stay away from my daughter”.
Gods from different pantheons who observed with curiosity — others even with desire — the mysterious so-called goddess of spring of the Greek pantheon who for some reason was so well kept from everyone.
When the council finally began, (Name) sat in her seat among so many others — Demeter at her side, as always — and listened to everything her father, in the center, had to say, about how humanity could be poor and at the same time beautiful, and how mortals could or could not receive back everything they accomplished, whether good or bad. Some gods had their own arguments, about how they deserved to perish or live. Some of them just interested in causing disorder instead of really caring about such things done by humanity, others wishing they lived because they deserved it, despite the world being beautiful and also cruel. Others just remained silent listening attentively to everything the council had to argue.
And he was one of those last.
Initially, (Name) was able to notice that someone was watching her longer than usual; Normally, Demeter would notice even before she did and would make such a deity look away immediately. However, the older goddess was too busy having her own arguments, whether good or bad.
The feeling never disappeared since the beginning of the council, and trying to remain discreet so that no one would notice that something was bothering her, from the corner of her eye (Name) carefully observed any corner of that place in search of that god or goddess that the watched tirelessly. And then, her eyes met him.
At no point did he remove his gaze from her, even after she noticed. He was a deity of the Greek pantheon, and she recognized that guy very well, even though she had never met him in person. He was a tall, well-built man with platinum hair and was well dressed, his serious face, one of whose eyes was covered by a type of mask with a bright blue sphere. One of his parents' older brothers, Hades, the ruler of Helheim.
(Name) felt her body a little strange, not because of discomfort caused by that powerful god, but out of curiosity. Why did he look at her more than the others?
The young goddess was barely able to pay attention to the rest of the council and all the words spoken went in one ear and out the other, as if they were just muffled sounds in the distance. The feeling of being watched never disappearing, (Name) having the desire to be able to look at in the corner of her eye again only for their eyes to meet again, as she knew very well that he remained the entire meeting looking directly at her.
She wondered if everything that was said at the meeting also went in one ear and out the other for him.
In the end, Demeter instructed her daughter to return to her palace where they both lived. (Name) obeyed, however, before leaving, she saw him again. Some god was talking to him about something, he seemed barely aware that Hades' gaze remained fixed on her. The young goddess looked at him one last time and disappeared along with the wind that carried flower petals into the air.
And then spring arrived.
As time passed, (Name)'s visits to Valhalla became more and more common, but not frequent; especially when the young goddess ended up making a friend with the goddess of love, Aphrodite, who seemed extremely excited about something involving (Name).
In this period of time, all the previous sensations felt by her during the council returned from time to time, whether in Valhalla or in some other realm. (Name) knew he was watching her from afar. She didn't feel scared, on the contrary, curiosity spread throughout her divine body when she thought about that god, wondering why he was watching her so much, at that point, Demeter would have already intervened, and like her mother until that moment didn't show any reaction, (Name) guessed that she most likely still didn't even have in mind what was happening between her beloved daughter and the ruler of Helheim.
Not that anything was really happening, sometimes, during the very few moments they met — which basically consisted of events happening in Valhalla, he was always with one of his brothers and she was with her mother or Aphrodite — they never even exchanged a one single word, just quick glances, he kept while she looked away when he noticed.
He didn't look at her seriously, much less severely, nor with disgust. His look conveyed something that seemed more genuine, as if he wanted to get closer to her but never knew how, maybe greet her and kiss her hand. However, he just looked away back to what he was focused on as nothing happened. And then everything was repeated.
The only time (Name) felt watched outside of Valhalla was when she was in an open field in Midgard as she used to do for fun or just to pass the time. She sat on the greenish grass in front of a lake where a large group of different flowers with different colors were blooming around it, giving the field a more lived-in look along with some trees present there.
And then it was as if the air had cooled and all that color was slowly disappearing as the flowers were dying. (Name) stood up and looked back, and then she saw him. Hades was standing about ten meters behind her, with his usual well-groomed appearance and elegant suit; the common stoic face looking straight at her. (Name) didn't move, didn't get closer, much less try to run away. The two stared at each other for a few seconds, until he slowly approached, and she finally said something.
— "Why are you here?"
— "I wanted to see you." — It was the first time she heard his voice, it was worthy of a powerful god, it only sounded melodious to her thanks to the way he spoke with such calmness in his tone.
— "Why here?" — (Name)'s voice was soft like the breeze that swayed the flowers and leaves. — “We used to see each other in Valhalla... you could have talked to me a long time ago."
And then he stopped five meters away and observed her as if he were analyzing her being, (Name) almost wanted to ask another question, but her eyes met again until he said:
— “The way those other gods looked at you... in such a thirsty way as if they were doing everything to be able to resist temptation...” — He said calmly and seriously, despite his voice seeming distant. — “I felt like I couldn’t resist the urge to gouge out their eyes.”
(Name) didn't respond immediately, feeling surprised by such words spoken by the powerful god in front of her. And then she pressed her lips into a line to keep from gasping and slowly turned her body to the side, watching the flowers at her feet lose their color — not literally, but as if Hades's presence alone was enough to take away the life of anything, it was to be expected that Greek mortals would fear him so much.
— “You were also watching me...” — She murmured without taking her eyes off the flowers.
— “Not like them.”
And then her eyes met once again, (Name) felt as if she was back to her first time at the council of Valhalla, where their eyes first met that time, when he remained watching her from afar while she was unable to pay attention to anything else thanks to that.
And then the god approached again, and (Name) made no protest at that, much less when she felt him carefully hold one of her strands of hair and wrap it around his own index finger.
— “Demeter has always been very protective of you.” — He said, looking at the strand now in her palm. — “I wish I had met her sooner.” — He closed his eyes and let out a short sigh. — “I don’t blame her, to be honest. It bothers me so much just to think what would have happened if someone had gotten there before me.”
(Name) was not a fool, she recognized that there were many people out there who would love to do things against her will, Demeter always warned her to be careful, perhaps that was one of the reasons why she was such a protective mother. But (Name) never complained, after all, she loved her mother and greatly appreciated all her care.
And then she turned to face the god, and despite also being a goddess, the way Hades' aura was so powerful it even almost knocked her off balance, which was no surprise, since the he was one of the three great gods of the Greek pantheon along with Zeus and Poseidon.
— “I talked to Zeus about you.” — Hades spoke in his usual calm and stoic tone. — “He said you were a lovely goddess, you know?”
(Name) hummed in agreement. — “I once asked Aphrodite about you... she seemed pretty excited about it.” — She informed and Hades threw his head back and let out a grumble.
— “I know a lot about that woman...” — He mumbled before returning his face to the front, where (Name) could see a small frown. — “I know exactly what she plans.”
A short silence fell between the two, but it was quickly dissolved when (Name) decided to question:
— “And what does she plan?”
The god faced her in silence, taking two steps forward, making both (Name) and him feel each other's soft breathing, Hades tilting his face down so he could be face to face with the goddess.
Normally in a situation like that (Name) she would have been instructed to turn her back on the god and leave that place as quickly as possible, as Demeter had instructed her since the young goddess was able to understand the world around her. But instead she didn't move, she was curious and wanted to finally face it, she remained still in front of Hades while he moved one of his large hands against (Name)'s soft face.
And then he brought his face closer to hers.
— “Do you want to know?”
(Name)'s head slowly bobbed up and down in confirmation, and the next moment their lips came together. And he kissed her, it was a calm and unhurried kiss, but there was a flame of desire that seemed to already burn in the god's chest while something hot was lit in the goddess's.
Hades' other free hand then grabbed (Name)'s waist and pulled her closer, both of them pressing their bodies against each other while the girl's arms wrapped around the god's shoulders, pulling him closer and giving him more depth to the kiss. It was as if time had disappeared, not just time but everything around her; the sky, the wind and even the flowers. It was as if there were only both of them in the world as their lips intertwined sweetly in an act of longing.
When they separated, still extremely close and never looking away from anything other than each other, Hades ran his thumb close to the lower lip of (Name's) half-open mouth, who was panting softly and imperceptibly. The god's eyes left (Name)'s eyes to now stare at her pink lips, as if he were about to place another kiss there, this time even more intense, the goddess recognized this when she noticed a certain type of sparkle in the god's eyes in front of her.
And then he looked at her once more.
— "Close your eyes." — He instructed, and without thinking twice, (Name) obeyed.
The ground shook, but it didn't bother her. And then she heard the sound of a crater being opened, and it was when she felt the ground beneath her missing that she realized she was falling. But that didn't bother her.
Later in that same greenish and sunny field, (Name)'s mother arrives, calling her daughter after spending the whole day looking for her. But with no sign.
The garden has become a riot of color in the last week.
Native blooms in every vibrant color you could find, praying for pollinators to watch from the reading nook. The first butterfly fluttered in yesterday morning while you sipped tea. You could have squealed with excitement, aching to tell someone and denying the twinge in your chest when you realized who “someone” was.
You’re not thinking of him now. No. Absolutely not. Gardens are not for blood-soaked, violent men that smell like gunpowder and smoke – and neither are your thoughts. Your thoughts are to be as sun-soaked as the flowers, bleached out by warmth and light. Depthless, shadowless.
There’s soil dusting your fingers. You kneel in the flossy grass to plant wooden dowels, support for drooping stems growing too tall, too fast. You’re endeared by them, that they’re exploding with so much life that they need a helping hand. Perhaps you’re anthropomorphizing them a bit too much. This little recess you’ve carved out of the world is beautiful but lonely.
You hum a soft tune as you bow twine, some happy new pop song about summer. Heard it on the radio in the grocery store and haven’t gotten it out of your head since. The back of your neck prickles.
“Missed your voice, bonnie.”
You yelp as big, rough hands scoop you from the ground. Strong fingers grip your thigh, a wide palm supports your ribs, tugging you close to a thick, muscular body. The rough fabric of tac gear sands against the exposed skin of your stomach. You flail until your arms loop around broad shoulders, a chuckle rumbling into the hollow of your throat.
“Missed that noise specifically.”
You gasp air for another shout, but get jostled up into a fireman’s carry, wind knocked out of you. There will be no screaming for your distant neighbors this time.
“Put me down,” you wheeze instead.
“In a mo’, love.”
You grunt indignantly as the ground blurs beneath you, tools left behind as powerful legs tread the path back to your little house. Spend the disconcertingly short journey thinking of new things to call him, since you’ve been running out.
There’s a heavy wooden thump.
“Don’t kick my door!” you screech.
“I’ll fix the damn door,” he growls back.
Your head spins as you’re dropped to your bare feet on the wood floors, just inside the back door. Steady yourself on corded forearms to catch your bearings, then open your mouth to give him a dressing down he hasn’t had since recruit days.
But a hot, wet tongue slides against yours, curling expertly into your mouth. Dry, warm lips pressing hard. That same arm curls around your chest to gather you close; the breadth of him steals your coherence as much his kiss. Your venomous words are superseded by a soft noise, one that you’ll deny is the admission of pleasure he takes it as.
When he pulls away, you find your fingers curled in the muted green of his shirt, knuckles pressed against his beating heart. Its pace matches yours.
You flutter your eyes open, find summer blue gazing back. Softer than the grass you just knelt in, warmer than the sun in your hair. You swallow back surrender, blink away admissions.
“I was in the middle of something, you bastard,” you snap.
John MacTavish grins back, crooked and arrogant, the scar beneath his eye pulling. “It’ll keep.”
“Then so will dinner.”
His eyes light up. You curse as you realize your mistake.
“You gonnae cook f’me, love?”
“No.” You back away, but it’s like trying to outrun the wind. He manages to make your deliberate retreat feel like a choice he’s making, hedging you deeper into the house. Back, back, unerringly corralling you towards the bedroom. You know it, but you’re helpless to stop it.
“S’alright, you’ve been cookin’ enough, I reckon,” he drawls. “Don’t mind makin’ somethin’ fer you.”
If by “cooking” he means cobbled together snacks that level out to something like nutritional balance, then yeah. You’ve been cooking for yourself.
“Not enough ingredients for two,” you snark, eyes sliding away in a show of dismissal. “You’ll have to starve.”
He smirks, balancing you with hands on your waist when you bump the bedroom door ajar. Your stomach clenches up like you’re on a rollercoaster. Know what’s coming next but dig your heels in anyway.
“Nah, just gonnae eat now.”
Your mouth drops open just as he pounces, squealing as your back hits the mattress. The ceiling is decorated in fairy lights you forgot to turn off this morning. They twinkle brightly as John wrestles your dirty cotton “work” shorts off your thighs, leaves them hanging off one calf.
“Goddamit!” you shout as he tears through yet another pair of underwear. Nothing special, mind, but it’s the principle of the thing. They’re not his to rip.
“Gotcha more ‘fore I came home.”
That doesn’t make it better, you try to tell him. What comes out is a warbling moan as he buries his tongue in your pussy. Licks from your shamefully leaking hole to your already-throbbing clit. He grunts in reply, deep and rough in his wide chest. Drops himself onto the floor for better access, pulling your thighs over his shoulders.
Eats you out like this really is his first and last meal. Sloppy and wet and loud, audible over the sounds you try to stifle behind your forearm because your hands are still dirty. Get away with it for all of a minute (being generous) before he’s pulling back just enough to speak – even if it’s right into your cunt.
“No, no, no, we have a deal,” he growls. You whimper as his hands clamp down on your squirming hips. “I’m home now, you’re mine. This pussy, those noises, they’re all mine again.”
Your hands fly to his hair as he dives in again, tangling in dark, course strands as he laps at you like a dog. If you could rally the brain power to speak more than unintelligible sounds, you’d mock him with that imagery. But knowing him, he’d revel in the comparison. Would bark just to prove a point.
You can’t stand that you know him.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “My goddess.”
You arch as he sucks your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over the bundle of the nerves. Thumbs massaging into the plush of you. Stubble prickling a bit; you’ll have to remember to tell him off for that later.
“Missed me too,” he continues, flat of his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit. Strings of your slick web between his mouth and your pussy. “Dripping like you missed me, anyway.”
“D-didn’t,” you whine.
He chuckles, the absolute devil, humming as he curls his tongue inside you. Doesn’t believe you, doesn’t even deign to challenge it. Just keeps fucking you on his mouth, groaning when your twitchy fingers tug at his hair. Doubles his efforts, any semblance of restraint crumbling as the time and distance overwhelm his usually infallible patience. Overwhelm you too.
It’s been so long – since the night before he last left. You’re oversensitive and touch-starved and John is a feast for your body and soul. Lose everything to the tides of lust, the current of ecstasy. Washed out to a sea of bliss, floating on awful need. Tilt your hips into the next swipe of his tongue, back arching, thighs tightening as you shudder.
“John,” you keen, “John, Johnny.”
He makes a gutted noise. One hand jerking from your hip to slide two thick fingers into you. Tears gather and rebel down your cheeks as he zeroes in on that sweet, achy spot inside of you. He is a man for whom mercy is scarce and he has none to spare for you, stroking and tapping relentlessly. Your peak rushes up frighteningly fast, voice lost in the shock of it as you clamp down.
He works you through it, savoring your orgasm like the first inhale of smoke in his lungs. Keeps licking and rubbing until your sobbing with overstimulation, trying to scramble away.
“No, John,” you warble, “t-too much, please!”
The sound when he pulls away is utterly obscene. If you had any room in your empty brain for embarrassment, you’d wish for the mattress to swallow you whole. You flutter your eyes open and stare blankly at the fairy lights as you struggle to breathe.
John’s kissing your trembling thighs like he didn’t just ruin everything all over again, whispering devotion into your beard burn.
When you manage to sit up a bit on shaking arms, you find him kneeling there. A supplicant to the alter of your pleasure. Ruthlessly handsome, war-torn. His chin glistens with your slick. You reach to wipe it away, but he catches your wrist in a deceptively gentle hand. Keeps his blown-out eyes on yours as he presses a slow kiss into the center of your palm.
Words bubble in your chest, too honest, even for you.
“My hands are dirty,” you whisper.
“Never.”
You curl your fingers around his jaw. Tell yourself it’s not a caress, no matter how he leans into it. “When did you get back?”
“Eighteen hours.”
You bite the inside of your cheek. Gather your scattered wits. “You wore your damn boots in the house.”
He huffs with amusement, leans his forehead into your stomach. “I’ll mop.”
“You’ll shower first. You smell like travel.”
“You’re coming with me.”
“I have to finish in the garden.”
He scowls even with his eyes closed. You tap-tap-tap absently at his shoulder, where your hand has naturally come to rest.
“I’ll come out with you,” he grumbles.
“You’ll scare the birds.”
“Fuck the birds.”
You tsk, but there’s no force on earth that will keep him inside. “Mean bastard.”
Spring is here, and with it, persephone must leave the underworld.
I tried to keep it gender neutral. There is the use of the terms goddess and queen when referring to the reader. However, it's more in title than actual feminine meaning.
CW: Mentions of ichor and selfharm very briefly.
"I'll be leaving you soon, my heart," you whisper the words into the shadows. Knowing he'll hear you. Knowing he's always with you as long as shadow and shade can reach you.
You're leaning against the wooden frame of your gazebo over looking your kingdom, your chosen home, the underworld. You smile, looking out at the vast dark lands lightened by the homes of your people.
Shadows nip at your fingers and trail up your arms before the feeling of your lover's warmth wraps around you.
"I know... I know, my world." his rapsy voice was laced with sadness, but his silky touch was a welcome comfort to the cold, although you'd grown accustomed to it.
"Persephone..." Hearing your name pulls your focus to him, Hades, king of the underworld or as you called him.
"Hobie, my love," you turn in his embrace, looking into his saddened eyes. Raising a hand to rest on his cheek, you smile as the fearsome king leans into your touch, eyes closing in content.
"When do you leave?" He places a kiss to your palm, sighing as he forces the words from his mouth.
"Not long from now." You give a sad smile as you watch your love's face drop. "Hermes will be here to escort me back to the mortal realm soon."
Sighing, his hand comes to rest on yours against his cheek, cupping it gently before pulling it away enough to place another kiss to your palm, then soft pecks to each of your fingertips. A shiver racks your body, and he peaks at you from the corner of his eye, mischief lighting up his face.
"We could always stage a kidnapping. I'll lock the doors and tell them I've decided to keep the goddess of spring all to myself. Any who dare attempt to get you will have to face the wrath of the underworld." He smirks, and the shadows of the land seem to flicker and roar with agreement.
You shake your head with a playful smile as he steps back, not letting go of your hand, bowing as if asking for a dance.
Laughing softly, you bowed back, allowing him to pull you to him with a twirl.
"We'll change your clothes and sneak you out the back before Pavitr arrives. Take you further into the realm where there's a small house waiting for just us." You laugh in glee as he dips you, the shadows around you whiping up as if to catch you.... or maybe swallow you up and hide you just as their king wishes. You lean your head back with a bright smile and unconsealed laughter, allowing the shadow's cool, wispy embrace to surround you. Letting them know they are seen and your joy is as much for them as it is their king, before Hobie pulls you up, holding you tight, as the shadows disperse, a hum of happiness in the once sullen air.
"Or we can sneak up to the human realm. where you can grow vast gardens and capture the heart of every living creature that comes by with your kindness and grace." There's a playful smirk on his face as he looks down at you.
"Which will it be your higness. At your command, I'll make it so." His tone is playful, but there is an underlying threat.
You know if you say you never wish to go anywhere without him, that your body aches at the thought of leaving him for these six months, he'd make it to where you never had to leave again even if it meant defying Zeus and all the other gods.
Your eyes lock as he waits for your answer. His gaze giving away his need for you, the same need and longing you're sure shows in yours. But instead of sealing your fates, you smile up at your king sweetly.
"It may have worked once, my king, but I do quite enjoy the mortals alive as much fun as they are when they get down here. And just as we need one another, my mother needs me." Your hands bunch the front of his tunic to pull him into a passionate kiss.
He obliges, leaning down slightly, letting you kiss away his sorrows for at least the moment.
Pulling back from the kiss, you step away from him, holding his hands now instead as you smile up at him.
"Hobie, my heart. Just a ichor flows through my veins. Your name is engraved in my heart. For my love for you is endless and always. For you allowed only once for tears to claw down my cheeks, for the golden blood in my veins to boil so hot with trepidation that even the sharpest thorns burned as they tangled around me, frenzied in my attempts to free myself from the anguish. You watched as Ichor bubbled from my skin and pooled in my hands like molten lava burning and poisoning everything in its wake, and you made me a queen, your queen. Took me against my will only to show me a freedom I'd never even dreamed of. You saw me for not what I was but who I could be, and for that, I will return to you in just six months. For that, I will always return to the place I now call home and the man who made it so."
You make this vow to him the same as you have done before. Tears pooling in your eyes that you refuse to let drop. You are not saddened to return above, missing the sun and those you called family, but to leave behind your heart to the cruel loneliness that comes with being king of the dead, a title not taken but forced.
You hold back a sigh, feeling him squeeze your hands. You open your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them.
One of his hands comes up swiping away your tears before they had the chance to drop.
"Persephone, my world. You have the ability to turn the darkest shades a blaze. The coldest places warm. And you are my own personal sun. You shined your light across our realm and showed me a world I'd never seen before. Just as one plucks a pretty flower, I saw you that day as tears streaked your face and anguish soured your soul but still your head was held high even as ichor drizzled your arms like honey, for the first time I'm sure. And I knew you had to be mine. If not, then at least my kingdom's for you deserved a status befitting the power you displayed in your darkest moment. I will forever be grateful you took the Pomegranate seeds from the fruit I bore, even if it was just due to hunger. Without you and the love you bring, I'd have been lost in the darkest corners of my kingdom, never to see what could have become of it. You will always have a home here...for everything, including myself, belongs to you here."
A passionate tension fills the air around you. It is as if only the two of you exist in this moment. Fingers entwined the same way your souls are. You hold each others gaze, neither willing to break the tranquil moment.
"Awwwwwwww, aren't you two just the cutest! Almost makes me sad to separate you buuuuut i am the messenger god, and my message just so happens to come in the form of the goddes of spring to one waiting and sorrowful mother!" Pavitr playful voice cuts the tension in the air with ease. He sits on the ledge you'd been looking out on, smiling brightly as you both turn to him with amused looks.
Hobie huffs, slipping from your grips to greet his friend with a playful shove before pulling him into a hug. "Pav, always good to see you."
Hobie playfully looks back at you before stage, whispering to Pavitr. "How much to get you to leave Persephone here and swear you never saw them. I mean also being known as the god of tricksters...." He's got his arm over Pavitr's shoulder, both facing you with matching grins as Pav pretends to think on it.
You shake your head, smiling at their antics. "Come now, Pav. Before the King gets us in trouble." You reach out your hand, and Pav is quick to fall into step with you looping your arms as you lead the way.
"Sorry sir, but an orders an order, and I could never reject a request from the goddes of spring, almighty ruler of the underworld. As you know, what Persephone wants..." Pavitr teases snickering along with you as you look at Hobie expectantly.
"...Persephone gets. yes, I know. I'm the one who started that." Hobie rolls his eyes with a fond smile, as you beam standing tall with mock arrogance before walking away with elegance, leaving behind the echos of your laugher and the smell of fresh floral earth.
Just as you leave his view and the shadows seem to darken, he feels the gentle caress of something winding up his arms, and the smell of flowers and fresh spring air surrounds him the same way the shadows had comforted you.
He looks down to see thin, leafy vines curled around his forearms similar to the arm cuffs he typically wears. Smiling as the scent of home surrounds him, he disappears into the shadows of the gazebo already anticipating your return.
Hades and persephone au, probably a bit sweeter than the story actually goes, where reader makes Wesker a flower crown
you're making me want to write this again and I haven't wanted to write in FOREVER
sorry if I'm spamming your inbox but this idea has been something I've liked for so long and then I was like "no people don't wanna read that"
I'm such a sucker for sweet shit like that oh my GOD
like the thought of lounging in a field together, the flowers around him slowly dry out and die while yours seem to bloom more with every touch
you gather flowers while he relaxes against a tree, only for you to kneel down in front of him, gently wanting to put the crown on his head. he stops you softly and tells you they'll welk on his head but you do it regardless
and for the first time he touches flowers and they dont immediately welk away
Summary: You tried to escape again, only to epically fail. Nothing seemed to work, and Hades just smiled as he watched you walk away. He knew the real reason you kept trying to run away, and was just waiting for you to realize it.
Warnings: kidnapping, this is a hades x persephone retelling, escape attempts, mc doesn't want to admit anything, mc running from her feelings, slight coercion, needy mc, tease namjoon, smut, namjoon being a feral tease, mc just wants to feel full, dom namjoon, sub mc, lots of angst,
(please let me know if I miss any tag/warnings)
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“Come on, darling. You should have known that wouldn’t work.”
You sigh, knowing you had been caught. Again.
You had been at it for a few weeks now, you think. Time worked differently in the underworld, unfortunately. You had woken up here one morning, someone caressing your face as you slept. It freaked you out, and you had been trying to leave ever since.
“Yeah, well I hoped it would.” You turn around, staring him dead in the eyes. You hated the smirk on his lips. Hated the damned quirk of his eyebrows as you spoke to him. He stood against the doorway, leaning on it with his arms crossed over his chest, making his muscles bulge.
He had told you that you were meant to be his queen. To rule by his side.
You laughed in his face.
You were your own person, and you would be damned if you were to be stuck here for all eternity with someone who kidnapped you, who claimed you like you were the last toy on the shelf.
Letting go of the window frame, along with dropping the tied-up sheets on the stone ground, you walk past Namjoon, ignoring him and the tilt of his lip. The stupid, attractive smile that he wore whenever you tried to escape.
“Sweetheart, you are mine. The sooner you realize that, the sooner our bond can grow. You are the Goddess of the Underworld and deserve to be worshipped like only I can provide.” You roll your eyes, tired of listening to the same speech he gives you every time.
Sometimes, you wonder why you don’t just give in, why you don’t just let him take care of you like he promises. But then you see the smirk he wears on his lips, and you remember.
It was like a game that only he seemed to play. Teasing you and making you feel secure, and then you try to escape, and he locks you up again in the bedroom. You didn’t think he had a serious bone in his body, but by god, you couldn’t help but want to jump him at any given moment.
You had to hold your breath every time you were near him, for his scent only drove you closer, wanting to shove your face into his strong chest.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You enter the room, walking forward and taking a seat on the bed, as far from him as you can. When you look up, his eyes are locked on yours, narrowed and dark as he bites on his bottom lip.
“Now, why don’t we just continue like normal, where you leave and go do whatever it is that you do, and you lock me up again where I just try and think of another escape plan. Sound good?” Your sarcasm as him rolling his own eyes, his footsteps coming closer to you before he picks you up with one arm, making you scramble for balance. You lock your arms around his neck just in time for him to push you against the wall.
“How about this. Why don’t you tell me why you really want to leave, and I will let you go?” Namjoon’s tone is low, a teasing lilt to his voice as he watches you. He watches your throat move, a gulp going down as you try to breath. One of his hands was holding onto the back of your thigh, fingers dangerously tracing the bottom of your shorts. The other was on your waist, almost brushing against your breast.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who would want to stay somewhere with the person who kidnapped them out of their bed and continues to treat them like a toy.” You teeter on yelling at him, a scoff to your words. You didn’t understand what he was talking about.
Your heart beats faster, seeing him bring his hand to your face, fingers tracing your jawbone. The touch as shivers moving up your spine, despite your brain telling you it’s out of disgust, you unfortunately know better.
“My darling, once you admit how much you desire me, then you can go, and I will not follow. But you have to say it.” Another scoff leaves your lips, making him growl out at your defiance.
Namjoon was quickly losing patience with you. He could sense your desire for him, could see in your eyes every time he looked your way how you had to clench your thighs together. Your nectar giving him every indication of your feelings towards him. Like sweet pomegranates, your scent jolted with every touch.
Moving closer, he brushed his nose against the pulse in your neck, listening and watching as it jolted at the slightest touch. You could feel his smirk against you, could feel the brush of his lips on your pulse point as he placed a small kiss to the skin.
You tried to clench your thighs, needing to quell the tingles you were feeling in your core, only to remember your thighs were wrapped around his hips, letting him feel every twitch of your body against him. You felt him smirk against your neck again, making you want to push him away.
You couldn’t help but feel that familiar need to run. That you needed to get away from him and his hypnotizing touch. You couldn’t think when he was so close. Every nerve in your body was telling you to run and hide, but now, you didn’t know if it was from him or from you.
“Darling girl, you mean to tell me you have no clue why your pulse jumps every time I get near? Why you feel the need to clench your thighs when I get close enough to touch?” He watches you shake your head, choosing again to deny your feelings for him instead of admitting them.
‘Maybe I can push them out.’ Namjoon thinks, planning another way for you to admit your feelings. He knew, once you admit your feelings verbally, you would never be able to leave. It’s the modern-day pomegranate seed, keeping you here with him forever.
Going in for the kill, Namjoon starts placing hard kisses against your neck, his tongue laving up your jaw before nibbling on your ear lobe. Your breath hitches in your throat, focused on the feeling of him against you. His arm now picks you up from the wall, moving towards the bed and pushing you down. He is quick to cover your body with his own, all while keeping his lips on you, creating marks on the expanse of your neck and shoulders.
He pulls away to look at you, your eyes blown wide and the deep flush to your cheeks only making him grow harder against your thigh. You looked like an absolute goddess underneath him, and he couldn’t wait for you to realize it.
“If you want to leave so badly, why do you trap me between your legs, hmm?” He tries to lift his hips from your core only for them to move back down, your ankles crossed right above his ass, anchoring him to you.
Your body seems to be betraying you left and right, your ankles unwilling to let go of his hips. He quirks his eyebrow at you again before digging his hips into yours, making you feel all of him against you. A small moan leaves your lips, your fingers tightening their hold against the sleeve of his shirt.
You didn’t understand why your body was acting such a way, when all you wanted was to leave. It’s not like you actually liked the Lord of the Underworld. You hated the mere mention of him, didn’t you?
“I don’t know what you mean.” You mumble out, trying to hold in your moans at the feeling of him moving against your core, his lips sucking marks onto your neck. You were so caught up in the feeling of him against your core, that you almost missed his hand moving south, the tips of his fingers slipping under your underwear.
Another gasp leaves your lips as his middle finger brushes against your core, his cold touch making you jolt. He chuckles at your movement, letting you get used to his touch before he moves further down, the tip of his middle finger slipping into your entrance. But he doesn’t move, watching as you start to move your hips, trying to entice him to move with you. However, he stays still, even slipping his fingers back out.
“please” you whimper, blind to the logic rushing through your brain and instead listening to your heart as it tells you to stay. All you want Namjoon to do is to keep his promises. You wanted him to touch you, to make you feel warm in the depths of this castle he keeps you in.
“You know what I want. It’s the only way I can help you, my love.” You squeeze your eyes shut at his words, the pity in them making you want to cry.
“Come on my darling, all you have to do is tell me why you want to leave. Why your heart beats for me, and I can help you.” Those were two contrasting things, but your mind didn’t notice that. You didn’t notice the twist to his words, the catch that he was hinting at.
All you saw was a way for him to prove his promise to you. All you needed to do was say something. You were taking too long though, making you grasp at Namjoon’s hand that was leaving your skin. You shook your head, eyes pleading with the god to not leave.
“My darling, if you want this, if you want me, all you have to do is ask.” His voice was like honey, dripping into every crevice of your soul. It was like you could feel him everywhere, covering every pore and piece of skin you had. It consumed you until you were crying.
“Please. Please Namjoon.” Your tears had him cooing, leaning forward until he was kissing at the stray tears falling down your cheek.
“What do you want, my love?”
“I want you.”
Your words had Namjoon surging forward, finally capturing your lips with his own, sealing the deal before you could take anything back. He had waited months for this, for the opportunity to have you, eternally.
His hands moved with a new confidence, ripping your clothes off. He was careful with you, his touch soft as he kissed his way down your body. He was excited that you were his. All he wanted to do was map out every inch of you. Find out what made you create those sweet sounds that screamed to the heavens above. He wanted to know the best way to make that sweet pomegranate nectar drip from your core for him and him only.
You were his Goddess, and you would be treated as such.
A cry of pleasure left your lips at the feeling of his fingers entering your core. They left just as quick, Namjoon bringing his nectar coating fingers to his lips for a taste.
“Oh darling. You’re so delicious.” He rasped out, his tongue coming past his lips to lick the dripping slick that was racing down his palm.
The sight was erotic, tingle after tingle moving to your core as more slick fell down your center and flooded in a puddle on the bed. The look on his face was almost feral, his eyes now black as he moved quickly and captured your lips again.
His body was now fully pressed against your own, his clothes missing, a slight thought wondering of how they disappeared so quickly passed your mind, as his hands moved slowly down your body. His touch was soft, contrasting to the kiss he was giving you, his teeth nipping at your lips, pushing for dominance.
When his hands finally reached your core, you were weeping, pleading for him to do something. You were empty, a feeling you didn't like more appreciate as he pressed himself against you. You could feel the tip of his cock pressing against your hip, making you push your hips up, hoping he would get the hint.
“Darling, use your words.” You could almost feel the smirk on his lips as he begins to press kisses down your jaw and towards your neck, a hard kiss pressed to your pulse point.
“I...I” you try to push your words out, but the feeling of him is almost too much. You cry when he removes his hands from your body, only to feel his fingers edge at your lips, almost petting against your soft flesh.
“I can’t do anything unless you tell me what you want, baby.” You can hear the sass in his voice, the god truly enjoying the teasing he was giving you.
Namjoon finally had you underneath him, begging and crying for hit touch, and he wasn’t about to give himself to you so easily after you made him wait months to claim you. He would draw this out as much as he could, though he was fading quickly into lust and hunger as the feeling of you rutting up into him catches his attention.
“Now, now my love. Use your words and maybe I’ll think about helping you.” He uses his thumb and index finger to pull your bottom lip out from between your teeth.
Everything was quickly becoming too much, and you swore if he didn’t fuck you soon, you were going to do it yourself. You had enough toys to help you, and en extremely nice showered that pulses.
As if reading your thoughts, Namjoon lets out a low growl before pushing into you, his dick stretching you open as he pushes in inch by inch. A moan leaves your lips at the feeling, every ridge and vein felt against your walls has you clenching around him.
“Ugh, my love,” He groans out as his hips crash against yours, his cock now fully rested inside your walls. You grab at his shoulders for stability as he pulls back before quickly gaining momentum.
Your senses were overwhelmed, every grunt, every push, every touch had you whimpering. You were quickly reaching your orgasm, the knot in your stomach tightening with each thrust against your walls.
Namjoon went from grasping at your hips and ass to pushing you down into the mattress, his hand pulling one of your legs over his shoulder as he brings the other to rub at your clit.
It didn’t take but a second for your body to reach its limits, the angle of his thrusts and his finger rubbing at your clit had you coming. Your walls clenching around Namjoon had him searching for his own release, coming just seconds after yourself.
You could practically feel your stomach bulging, his warm cum coating your walls, almost never-ending as he groans in your ear. Your eyes are blurry as you feel his weight drop onto you, the warmth from his body moving to your own as he holds you in his arms.
As you try to get your vision back, you can feel his length hardening again as he still rests in your pussy, your walls subconsciously clenching around him again.
“Really?” You ask him, only to receive a nip to your neck and a thrust of his hips. Just as another moan leaves your lips, he thrusts again.
“Oh my love, I'm just getting started. We’ve got eternity together now.”
warnings: mention of sex, talk of killing a person, nothing too bad, also (probably wrong) use of greek language kun means bitch :D
wc: ~1.5k
a/n: i am so sorry for the long long long loooooooooooooooooooong wait for this chapter. and with it being short too(?) yeah i deserve to be cursed out lol. But anyway! my beta (somebody’s uncle; as they would like to be called) wants a redemption arc?
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By the time they made it to the pit of Tartarus, Persephone was thoroughly satiated. Namjoon had her orgasm on his tongue multiple times. He had tried to do more, but Persephone stopped him.
“You don’t want a lowly servant like Hyojin to witness the most precious thing you will ever have?”
He sighed before leaning back in his seat, “No, I don’t. But perhaps when we get back to the castle…” He trailed off, giving her his puppy eyes.
“We’ll see. It depends on how I feel.”
“Right,” he said before placing another kiss on her lips and sitting her upright.
He glanced at Hyojin, who was still shaking and crying, and shook his head in disgust. If only he had known that the woman was going mad from being his personal servant for so long, he would have let her go to the Meadows long ago. He knew she had a crush, but nothing that he couldn’t handle. A small smile here and there shouldn’t have made her leap over the canyon of insanity.
To think she would be queen and be on Namjoon’s side was bold of her–and quite stupid, he thought to himself. She wouldn’t have been able to handle Yoongi or Taehyung. Two of the most…uncanny gods Namjoon dealt with on a regular basis. She rudely gave orders to Jungkook (whenever he couldn’t himself) and never said sorry; according to the ferryman, who once cried on Namjoon’s shoulder after an altercation with Hyojin, she had thrown one of his oars into the styx after a late shipment. He had to swim down and pray that he came to the surface on time.
Of course, Persephone had slit Jungkook’s lip and gum with a drachma, but she did apologize afterwards. And it did get him a new boat–well, that one may have been a result of an overcrowding issue that Namjoon should have resolved years ago.
Persephone had put Yoongi in his place mostly by insulting his famous shoes. She had made her own demands–hours before sitting on her own throne.
But that’s what Namjoon wanted in a queen. Someone who wasn’t afraid of making even Zeus understand what fear is. Persephone silenced any room she walked in, garnering respect and full-attention.
He moved his eyes to his wife who sat regal next to him, but he could tell that she was studying the plane of the Underworld. He couldn’t quite figure out if she was overwhelmed or excited of how much kingdom they had to rule together. Knowing her, though, she was already listing everything that was wrong in each realm. Gods knew he had piles of organizational mess-ups when it came to Asphodel.
“Is that Tartarus?”
Namjoon had been so lost in his thoughts that he had forgotten about their destination. He whistled for Alastor to stop close to the edge but, far enough away, that Tartarus’s pull wasn't strong enough.
“Yes, my love. This is Tartarus, but you should know that Tartarus really isn’t a thing. It's a primordial being that came before the Titans and the Gods.”
Her eyebrows drew together.
“Go close, but not too close. Tartarus’s pull is extremely strong.”
Persephone edged closer to the pit and saw nothing. Nothing but darkness greeted her eyes as she peered into the abyss. But she heard.
Screams of monsters who were damned to restore themselves for ages after being killed by either a demigod or God. Angry screams.
But there was something else she could hear–she just needed to take a step closer and maybe-
“Persephone!” Namjoon yelled as he gripped her arm and pulled her back.
She yelped and yanked her arm back. Her mouth moved to berate him before taking in the fear in his eyes.
“You do not move any closer than we are. Even now, we’re testing its strength. And more than likely, Tartarus is only letting us this close because we have something for it.”
“I understand, but do you hear that?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“The bum, bum, bum. It’s almost like a heartbeat. As if the abyss is alive.”
“It is alive, my love. I told you that Tartarus is not a thing. Just as Gaia is not simply a Goddess of the Earth, but she is the earth; Tartarus is not just a pit, it is the pit.”
A blanket of confusion must’ve fallen across her face since Namjoon cursed and mumbled, “Did Demeter teach you anything about your own heritage? Gods, that woman.” He wiped his hands across his face and sighed loudly.
“Tartarus is a God. A very old, but still terribly powerful God. Mortals, in their many stories, have simply called it another subsection of the Underworld. No, it’s the skin of a god who, if awakened fully, will upset the balance of everything.”
She nodded her head, quickly understanding what Namjoon was saying.
“Tartarus is home to the Gods’ worst enemies, including Zeus, Poseidon, and I’s father. “
“Kronos? He’s down there?”
“Yes, but he’s a million different pieces and won’t be together any time soon.”
“Who else is down there?”
“More primordial gods and goddesses and monsters,” he tilted his head back and forth in thought. . “Monsters.”
A dangerous smile played across her face. “Like what?”
He lifted an eyebrow in question as he answered. “Goblins, hydras, cyclops, you name it. They live down there, manifesting until they can go out into the mortal world. “
“So,” she turned towards the chariot. “Things that would keep our lovely servant busy, correct? I knew we were going to throw her in there. But, the fact there are savage creatures down there, makes it all the more better.”
They made their way over to the chariot where Alastor grazed on invisible grass. Hyojin was still in the corner. Persephone moved to grab her and she shimmied away.
“Now you’re afraid?”
Persephone rolled her eyes and motioned for Namjoon to take over. The woman was disgusting anyway. Her hair was matted in some places and her tears had mixed with mucus creating a nasty shiny effect on her face. Namjoon snatched her from her crotched position with ease–any respect he had for the woman was long gone–and dragged her to the spot they had been in earlier.
“Please, don’t kill me,” she whimpered, trying to get Namjoon to look her in the eye. Surely, he wouldn’t actually go through with it.
“We’re not,” Persephone said casually. “Whatever monster is down there will. But that’s if you survive the fall.”
“I wasn’t speaking to you, idiot girl.”
“And that’s exactly why you’re going to die. Do you ever learn?” Namjoon questioned from beside Persephone.
“Loving you wasn’t a mistake, my King. She was. I should have given the perfume to you personally, then none of this stupidity would be happening. We would be so happy. Me and you, my King.”
Namjoon sucked in his cheeks and looked up to the heavens. “I’m going back to the chariot. You have fun.”
“I will.”
“Wait, my king! Don’t leave me with her! I would rather you kill me than this kun.”
Persephone raised her hand and Hyojin flinched slightly.
The Queen let out a small giggle, “I wasn’t going to hit you. Only a kun would do that. And I already told you that I’m not going to kill you.” Persephone stepped behind the servant and placed her hands on the small of Hyojin’s back–who stiffened at her touch.
“One thing my mother taught me is that enemies can become friends. But you–you pushed my patience. I was willing to make you my own personal servant. I wanted to be your friend.”
“I do not want to hear your lies.”
“You will survive the fall,” she said, ignoring Hyojin. “You’ll have a couple of bruises, but nothing too bad.”
“And?”
“Indignant about your death?”
“No, you’re just talking too much.”
“You’ll do your best to survive the rest of your short journey through the pit. Eventually, you’ll meet your end. You’ll be ripped to pieces while you’re still conscious. However, because you’re nothing but a spirit, you’ll materialize again. And the cycle of your death will begin until I feel like pitying you. ”
“I will find a way back and kill-”
“Goodbye, Hyojin.”
Persephone gave her a dramatic push forward so that she skipped forward. Hyojin regained her footing before turning around and laughing in Persephone’s face.
“Is that all you’re worth? A measly push? I could do-” Hyojin’s giggling turned into screaming. She was being pulled towards the pit quickly. She tried her best to keep her feet planted to the ground.
The force that Namjoon had warned Persephone about–Tartarus’s pull–was stronger merely inches from where they had previously been standing. Hyojin didn’t stand a chance against it.
Tatarus wanted to grab hold of anything within its reaches–human,soul, god, or goddess. The monster lurking deep within its depths weren’t enough.
Hyojin was at the edge holding on for dear life when she tried once more to plead for her life.
“Please, Namjoon, please.”
“I, Queen Persephone, Goddess of the Spring and Rebirth, banish you from the Underworld. May your journey through Hell begin.”
And then she laughed as the servant’s screams grew distant until they were no more.
This is my entry for the Heavenly Bodies Collab hosted by @dearbraus
Hades!Sakusa x Persephone!Reader Drabble
The story of Persephone and Hades with a twist.
WC: 923
Genre: Fluff, Mythology AU with dash of smut
Warnings: Mentions of oral and penetrative sex. With the oral, could be read as dub-con given that reciever is asleep when it happens.
“For the last time, Meian, I did not kidnap the girl!” Sakusa exclaimed, his voice booming in the dark chambers of his throne room. The glowing light in front of him reflected the other god, who sighed and stared back into the king of the underworld’s dark, fiery eyes with a look of disbelief.
But who could blame the King of the Gods for doubting Sakusa? Who would really believe the truth, that you had a crush on the King of the Underworld and came running to him, over your delirious mother’s insistence that the powerful god had forced you into his dark world of death and despair?
You had been down in the underworld for several weeks now, refusing to leave despite Sakusa’s commands and even his desperate pleas. Everytime he tried to drag you up to the surface, the few plants that grew in the dingy environment he called home would insist on your presence, gripping at your hands and ankles tightly like a child would.
At first you were a total nuisance to the busy god. He didn’t have time for your silly questions and games, instructing the skeletal servants of his palace to deal with your every whim and issue. He was only to be disturbed as a last resort as unlike most other gods, his work was his life. The souls of the dead depended on him for judgment and peace and it was not work he could let sit idle.
And yet, somehow, you still managed to slip past your boney babysitters. Skipping down the halls and bringing light to everything you touched, it was impossible to not notice the changes around him. The timid servant’s bones rattled with laughter, exclaiming to each other about silly jokes you’d shared with them. Cerberus had never looked better, his fur groomed to perfection and seeming more relaxed than ever. Fresh flowers filled every room in some manner, whether it be a bouquet of chrysanthemums on the banquet table or a chain of daisies wrapped around the staircase. Even the souls that entered the land weeping found comfort in knowing the goddess of spring was with them, a small glimmer of hope in such a dark world.
But all of this change you brought about could not compare to the joy and light lavished upon the king himself.
Little sweets and poems were left in his robes, leading him to always check the pockets to see what new delicacy you’d bought for him. Precious oils of healing plants and flowers lined his bathroom, with his servants always telling him how hard you’d work to make him such powerful remedies for his aches and pains. You never let his frowns bother you and you even had the courage to scold him for neglecting his own health, reminding him that even gods need to care for themselves. But there were other things too.
You were meant to be innocence incarnate but whoever had given you such a title had clearly never spent a moment with you. Eyes lidded heavily, you would smile at the King with pomegranate juice dripping down your fingers, maintaining eye contact all the while licking the ruby liquid off of yourself with kittenish licks. The small flicks of your tongue plagued Sakusa’s mind, especially at night when he would hear you several rooms over, pleasuring yourself to the thought of him with little thought to keeping yourself quiet.
He could always move you to another floor. But everytime he summoned a servant, he’d end up dismissing them or asking for something else, unable to bring himself to send you away. But of course, you weren’t satisfied with your own hands. Being an only child of the doting Demeter, you were not used to people resisting your charms or denying you of anything.
Soon, you were slipping into his bed in ridiculously sheer, short dresses, whispering that you were cold or had a bad dream. Despite his protests, you wouldn’t leave the bed, snuggling into his side and drifting off to sleep. Unlike him, who would stay awake for hours, terrified to move and disturb you. Your floral scent now permeated his room, making him dream of you even on the nights you didn’t disturb him.
But those “innocent” night trips devolved into something far more lewd when he awoke one morning to his cock in your mouth. That was something he’d have trouble forgetting and you only apologized for not asking him before - but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret the sensation of his length filling your mouth, how his cock was clean and silky and how his cum was sweet and salty.
With his growing acceptance that you were here to stay, you grew more bold until you were finally caught by the messenger god in the throne room, riding the king of the dead’s cock like your life depended on it.
“Ah! Sakusa, I didn’t realise-” Hinata rambled, his eyes wide and focused on your skirt which hid the sinfully pornographic show from him.
“I hope you’ll report this to Meian,” Sakusa simply replied, causing both of you to look at him with surprise. His confidence was rare but when it was present, no god dared to challenge him. He ignored Hinata for you, though, his hand moving to cup your cheek and run his thumb across your lips as he spoke with a smirk.
“Let him know that the precious goddess of spring has tasted the seed of the underworld and shall never leave me.”
