#But I would if I could write a very unhappy withers doing the ceremony

[coreene]

What if Withers was the one to officiate the marriage between Astarion and Lorelei? I'm guessing it'd be either of them (or Karlach, feels like something she would do) annoying him into doing it.

It's not even his job? Well, it's too bad! He should've thought that when he kept them all alive! Now he's gonna be the grandpa Withers to everyone!

[logancreatesworlds]

The Arrangement

Author’s Note:  So I’ve been mulling this theme over for a while and I finally decided to write it.  So many people liked ‘The Divorce’ so I hope this “prequel” is just as good.  Enjoy!

Oh and here’s the link to The Divorce if anyone wants to read it.  Hope y’all enjoy that too.

Special thanks to @wakanda-inspired​​  for being so supportive.  You rule sis!

Warnings:  Nothing much, just curse words and strong sexual references.

Disclaimer:  None of the images used are mine.

They say that gods are all powerful, that they can do whatever they want.

A part of that is true.  

Zeus can strike down anyone he wished with lightning.

Poseidon holds dominions over the ocean.

Yet, people also say the we are slaves to our own desires like pride, greed and lust.

Gods - with their many illegitimate children and mistresses, certainly are no exception.

So, which is it, are they all powerful or not?

You, the goddess of springtime, never considered yourself to super extraordinary.

Sure, you helped the human with their crops and could make beautiful flowers, but if Zeus was the king on the chessboard then what were you?

Right, a pawn.

It wasn’t that you desired power though, your mother did that for you.

Yes, you loved her as much as any child could ever love her mother.

But, she - like many goddesses, could never just let things be.

“You need a husband,” Demeter nagged, “A powerful one.”

“Mama,” you groaned, your toga billowing the breeze as the two of you walked in her garden elbow-in-elbow, “I do not wish to be married.”

“We are women, child.  It does not matter what we wish in this world.  Now I’ve considered some prospects for you,” your mother spoke, “but you need to approve them.”

“Fine.  Go ahead.”

“Apollo?”

You pictured the blond sun god in your head.

“Handsome, and he’s not an ass, but he is currently infatuated with some human girl named Sharon Carter so that’s a no for me.  Moving on.”

“Ares.”

“Arrogant bastard with community penis.  Next.”

“Hermes?”

“Too quick for his own good, and Hecate will kill me if I sleep with her beloved brother,” you said dismissively.

“Fine,” your mother huffed, “...Hades?”

You stopped for a moment, considering the god of death.

“...No.”

“Persephone!”

“Mama you know I hate that name.  The humans gave me that title.”

“And you know I hate seeing my child with no man.  You are the goddess of spring and one of the most beautiful jewels on Mount Olympus.  I will not have my child wither away when she is worthy of so much more.”

You sighed, “Alright, just...give me some time to think it over.”

“Very well.  But I expect an answer soon.”

But you didn’t give your mother an answer soon - or at least, not soon enough for her liking.

Months later, you came back to your mother’s gardens, thinking it was just another visit.

“Morning Hebe,” you said to goddess of youth.

“Good morning Persephone.”

“Where is my mother?”

“She is in the dining room I think.  Some man is with her.”

“Some man?”

“Mhmm,” you mother’s cup bearer replied, “I have to go.  My shift is over and I have to be at Mount Olympus to serve Hera her precious ambrosia.  Later!”

Confused, you watched at Hebe left and walked to the dining room.

Your golden sandals clicked and clacked as you quickened your pace.

Mother hadn’t had an affair since before she had you.  Who was this man?

The servants silently opened the big white doors to the dining room and you saw your mother sitting there with a grim figure.

“Ah Persephone my dear.  I am glad you could make it,” she said, “Meet T’Challa, the god of death.  The humans call him...Hades.”

Your eyes widened as the god of death regarded you with cool dark eyes.

Aw shit.

The three of you ate in silence as you chewed on vegetables and feta cheese.

“This food is delicious Demeter,” Hades said respectfully.

“Well Hebe is a wonder in the kitchen.  We would have asked Hestia to provide the meal but she got tied up last minute.”

“Everything is fine.  Thank you for inviting me.”

“You are most welcome.  And I know my daughter is happy to see you as well.  Isn’t that right, Persephone?”

“Oh um...of course,” you said politely, not missing your mother’s cue, “It is an honor to have you here in our humble home.”

“The pleasure is mine,” the god replied, sipping his wine, “Especially when I am requested by such a young and beautiful flower.”

Your breath caught for a second when a drop of the wine he was drinking cascaded down his chin, neck and disappeared into the shadows below his strong chest.

Gods, he was fine.

A familiar feeling flecked between your thighs at the way the god smirked at you, and you knew you needed to excuse yourself.

“Oh no,” you huffed when you “accidentally” spilled wine on your toga, “I’m such a klutz.  I’ll be right back.”

With that, you left.

“Ugh...fuck,” you groaned quietly as you rubbed your clit.

It sucked that you decided to relieve your sexual frustration right in the middle of dinner, but a goddess had her needs.

Then, right when you were about to reach your climax...

KNOCK!  KNOCK!

Your eyes popped open.

“Coming,” you called, getting out of bed and putting your toga and gold crown back on.

When you opened the door, you were pushed backwards.

Hades closed the door.

“It is rude to push your way into a lady’s room,” you said coldly.

“It is even ruder to pleasure yourself while your mother has a guest downstairs.  Are you finished assaulting your pussy or should I give you some more time alone?”

“I wasn’t pleasuring myself,” you lied, “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if the elusive god of death likes to watch.”

“Oh I do.  Are you offering?”

“Fuck you,” you snapped, turning around.

Hades glared and pushed you down on your bed.

“Let me go,” you snapped as the god trapped your arms above you with one hand.

“No.”

“I’ll scream.”

“And let your mother find out her precious baby was masturbating during dinner?  Do it.  I dare you.”

You glared and steamed with silence as Hades seeped his strong hand down your thigh.

“Mmm,” he moaned with satisfaction, “You are quite pretty, aren’t you?  No, beautiful - no...exquisite.”

“What, you haven’t seen an attractive woman before?”

“Not as attractive as you.  Let’s see what other surprises you have.”

The god’s hand soon found its way between your legs.

“Wait,” you whispered, “Don’t touch that - oh fuck.”

Hades grinned wickedly as he rubbed around your clit.

“My,” he said, “You are full of surprises.”

“Let me go.  I do not like this.”

“Yes you do.  You love it.  And I’ll be you also love this.”

You gasped as the god of death curled up his index finger inside you.

“Oh yes,” he said, “That’s what I thought.”

“This is very unseemly.”

“Good.  That's the way I like it,” he said, pulling up your toga and spreading your legs as he lowered his head between them, “Do feel free to scream while your mother is downstairs.  It excites me.”

After Hades was done with you, the two of you stared up at the ceiling in nothing but your covers.

“My mother will be livid,” you said.

“Trust me.  She knows what we are doing.”

“How would she?  I made sure to be quiet.”

“You honestly do not know do you?”

“Know what?”

“Zeus and the other gods have voted that I need a wife.  Hera suggested you, and your mother agreed.”

You sat up, “She didn’t.”

“Yes she did.”

“No...she wouldn’t just...volunteer me like that.”

“Well she did.  And it worked out well,” Hades soothed, rubbing his hand down your spine, “You and I fit quite well together.  Literally.”

You sighed, “I suppose you are right.”

Your frown did not go unnoticed.

“Is it really that horrible considering me as your husband?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I just...I thought relationships would be different.  I’ve been with me before and most of them don’t even know what a clitoris is or how to stimulate it.  But you...  You are arrogant, and rude and too frank to be considered respectful-”

“Gee thanks,” Hades said sarcastically.

“But that was best sex I have ever had.”

Hades smiled, “Well if you marry me, we can fuck like that as much as you wish.”

“There is more to a marriage than sex.”

“But sex is a big part of it.  Come now, Kore.  Do not act as if you would not be unhappy in a relationship where your husband would never touch you.  A woman needs to be pleasured.”

He had a point.

“But we are so different.  What if we are not a good match?”

“What if we are?  We will have eternity to figure that out.  Now, do you want this arrangement?”

“Yes.”

“Then marry me,” Hades said, pulling you on top of him, “and be my queen.”

You sighed, “...Okay.”

The wedding was beautiful.  

All of the Gods, from Hera to Hecate to Hermes were there.

Zeus had offered to hold the ceremony on Olympus, and everything was shimmering gold.

Before the wedding commenced, you took it upon yourself to mingle with the other gods.

“You look lovely,” Hecate said, approaching you and giving you a cordial kiss on the cheek.

“Hecate,” you greeted, “So glad you could come.”

“I am glad I could come.  Not everyday that the forces of magic can rest so that their queen can take a break.”

“Well I am glad you are enjoying your rest.  Liking the festivities.”

“Quite.  But I would like to give you a word of advice.”

Her face turned serious as her eyes flashed red.

“Beware of The Divorce.”

With that, she turned and left.  But you were confused.

What was that about...?

That night, Hades led you to his bedroom.

“You have a lovely castle,” you commented.

The halls were ornate with gold and black.

“Thank you,” he said, “My mother was instrumental in creating much of the decoration.”

“You speak highly of her.”

“She is instrumental in my life.  When my father died, she held our family together.  You shall meet her later.”

“And then you and Ares met...”

“Yes,” Hades replied, recalling the stories he had told you, “We were not on the best of terms at first but now we are practically brothers.  But enough about me...”

He pushed you on the bed.

“Tonight is about us.”

And as Hades - or T’Challa as he later allowed you to call him, sunk down on top of you, you had one final thought of optimism.

Perhaps the arrangement between you two would work after all.

Author’s Note:  Aaaaaaaand that is all everybody!  Thanks for reading!  

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