#The red and black just made me think of her 🖤this was a warm up for commission I'm working in swear

[hajihiko]

Real quick Fashion Friyesterday - Lunar New Year outfit ✨️ 🌙

[deathmetalunicorn1]

so i uhhh, i am absolutely obsessed with Hades and i thought about him on his teenage years, falling in love with a gothic-styled goddess of his age, in which he tries to court her and convince his brothers to let him court her even though they are a bit overprotective of him, but warm up to her in the end and starts asking her questions all the time like when are they going to get married and have kids etc, and Hades and reader just stand like 🕴️ so yeah, that. Bonus if Hades and reader met over a goth metal song that they both like 🖤🖤

-Hades remembers the day he first saw you; you were like… you were like the moon in his night sky, illuminating everything around him.

-He chose not to remember the first interaction the two of you had, as he heard you listening to the song that he adored as well. As he sought out the music, he found you sitting on the edge of a fountain in his domain, surrounded by bushes of red roses, draped in such stunning clothes that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

-As you sang along, your hand twirled softly and Hades’ eyes went wide, seeing the roses turning black. He approached and you turned, hearing the footsteps, and to him, you were moving in slow motion, you looked like an angel of darkness, you dark eye makeup accentuating your sharp eyes, your lips covered in dark lipstick, and you smiled at him, “Hey.”

-Hades hadn’t been paying attention and went headfirst into the fountain.

-You pulled him out, grabbing him by his belt as he sputtered as you were trying hard not to laugh at him as he turned, seeing you there and you cracked a grin, “Never had someone fall for me- I like it!”

-Hades refused to tell his brothers of his first meeting with you, refusing to tell them that he had taken a swim, and you kept quiet, but you would tease him relentlessly for it.

-You were funny, witty, sarcastic, but also elegant, graceful, and you commanded respect from those around you- you were a goddess and you expected all, including other gods, to respect you, and if they didn’t, you had no issues putting them in their place and demanding it.

-Poseidon was the only one of his brothers to learn this harsh lesson, as he originally thought you weren’t good enough for his big brother, you wrapped your black rose vines around him, turning him into a rose bush and grew the thorns to point at his neck and eyes.

-Hades was initially startled, seeing how fast you reacted to his brother’s words, but it’s when Poseidon spoke out from the rose bushes, “Ooh- I like you.” You let him go.

-Zeus loved teasing Hades, thinking he was whipped, Hades didn’t mind, but when Zeus tried to hit on you, you held your hand up to your eyes as you watched Cerberus chase him around as he was begging for forgiveness.

-Adamas liked you, he was the only one of the three who instantly liked you, he liked your vibe, and he knew that you were dangerous, as he had seen you before, putting others in their place for disrespecting you. He found it respectable- how you commanded respect, and you were a good fit with his big brother.

-You and Hades were the definition of a power couple, both of you with your dark vibes, dry humor, and commanding auras, it was a match made in… well Valhalla!

-You loved Hades, he treated you with respect, would defend you, and despite being powerful, he would treat you like a delicate flower without insulting you. He welcomed your dark vibe, even though he grew out of it into something a bit more regal, you were his black rose, his everything.

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Leave Me, Just Don’t Forget To Kiss Me

But once you kiss me, you won’t be able to leave me.

A/N: attempt number two at writing for the golden otp, what better way than with a kissing fic?

Now

A warm sunny afternoon, a new life without the burdens of world saving affairs on their shoulders. Taking it easy after living in constant battles, jumping from one war to another, but no more. It’s quiet, but she cannot complain, not when he is by her side. It’s selfish to indulge instead of returning to their fate, one where they are kept apart never to intersect again. Some days, she wonders if they made the right choice, could they be happy like this? Leave the avenging to their teammates back in their original timeline while they linger in the past? She looks over at him now, munching on some sort of caramel treat he must have swiped from her stash when she wasn’t paying attention. He smiles at her, caught red handed as she scolds him for stealing from her. He can’t even offer her a bite, he devoured the entire thing in hopes of hiding it from her, he licks his lips. She smiles, leaning in for a taste, what else is she supposed to do when there are no more sweets in the house? A peck on his lips as she tells him she’s going on a grocery run, he hums while she licks her lips. It’s sticky and sweet, she wants another taste. It’s difficult to break apart from the kiss, the caramel keeping them together, as if they would even want to be apart. She’s straddling him now, lips still connected, his hands slide up her waist while hers rest on the back of his neck. He starts to venture away from her lips towards her cheek, but she pushes him away, it’s much too sticky for her liking no matter how much of an addict she is for his kisses. He pouts, she breathes out a laugh, she’s never been more content than this moment right now. He echoes her thoughts without having to utter a word, they’re just that connected.

“We’ll continue this later, I really do need to go pick up some food unless you want to starve tonight.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“I can go by myself.”

“I know… or you can take me with you.”

She pretends to think it over, he waits for her decision. She steals another kiss, licking his lips, finally ridding it of all the caramel. She pulls him along with her as they go on an adventure to the supermarket.

💙🖤❤️

Retiring when they’re still able to fight is wishful thinking, they’re both heroes first even if they try to fight against the instinct to defend. The domestic life is fleeting, but she knows this is the right decision. Her Captain’s words: if a situation is pointed south, neither of them can ignore it. They’re in separate hospital beds, recovering from their injuries. The doctors are intrigued by how quickly they both appear to be healing, they still keep them apart to be on the safe side. Afraid their stitches will tear if the two lovers are allowed in the same room. She scoffs at the idea, clearly their reputation precedes them, except no one in this time knows who they are. The Black Widow is elusive as ever, sneaking past the nurses on night watch to slip into his room. He smiles upon seeing her, making a quip about how she took her time keeping him waiting. She rolls her eyes, telling him to scoot over to make space for her. He’s a bit more beat up than she is, but the serum is already mending his broken leg. She scolds him for being reckless, he’s going to break their cover. He would never make it as a spy, it’s a wonder how they never got caught while running the secret avengers. He asks if she’s alright, gaze softening as he cups her cheek. Thumb gently running over the bandage under her right eye. She catches his hand placing a light kiss over his knuckles, he pulls her closer. His kiss upon her lips is just as light, careful not to push it farther. They’ve certainly been through worse, but they can’t risk drawing more attention to themselves. A few more chaste kisses, lingering in each other’s space, claiming just one more peck before she returns back to her room.

“I really should get going.”

His hand tightens around hers, drawing circles around her fingers. Bright blue eyes pleading with her to reconsider, stay with me, he asks without words. Her greens eyes sparkle staring into his, a small smile across her lips, where else would I rather be? She answers back, snuggling into his side. Their hands still joined as they both drift off to sleep together.

💙🖤❤️

A lazy Sunday afternoon, a terrible cliché but they wouldn’t have it any other way. Ever since they decided to go back to their day jobs in secret, it’s been months since they could sleep in. She relishes in these mundane moments, reminding her how lucky she is to be alive and here with him. The bed shifts, indicating he’s stirring awake, his first instinct is to reach for her. The thought makes her heart melt, even after all these years he still thinks of her first. His eyes are closed, blindly pressing kisses around her mouth, smiling when he finally finds her lips. Feather light pecks all over her face, she cannot contain her giggles. This is what love feels like. With Steve by her side, nothing could ever bring her down, especially when he finally opens his bright blue eyes reflecting all the love he holds for her.

“Good morning.”

“It’s two P.M Steve.”

“Well then, good afternoon. How did you sleep?”

“I didn’t, because someone kept me up the whole night.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night…”

His voice trails off in favor of sneaking another kiss, she sighs against his lips. They really should get up and start on the day. They have errands to run. She pulls away breathless as she tries to talk some sense into him.

“We have to stop by the dry cleaners.”

“Later, they don’t close until five.”

“We shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

Another press of his lips then he reluctantly starts to leave the comfort of their bed. She smiles seeing the way he has to drag his body away from her. Turning around, he raises an eyebrow at her asking if she’s planning on joining him. Her reply is in the drop of the sheets around her body, a compromise that they can go pick up their laundry an hour later. A soft hum when their lips meet together again.

💙🖤❤️

Before

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Neither should you.”

“It was my call, I had to. The fate of the world depended on it.”

“You sacrificed yourself and you expect me to just accept it? I’m sorry Nat, I can’t. I won’t.”

“It’s an everlasting exchange, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Watch me.”

He bargains for her life, returning the soul stone to its rightful place, changing her fate. It’s not time yet, she has so much more to offer to the world than as a measly sacrificial lamb. Together they rewrite their ending, bringing forth a new beginning. One that leaves them stuck in the past, a chance to start over, live a normal life. She cannot allow him to do this, he’s throwing everything away just to save her, she is not worth his efforts.

“Steve, it’s okay, you need to let me go.”

“We don’t trade lives Natasha, especially yours.”

“You won’t be able to go back if you leave with me. It’s a one way trip.”

“I know, it’s my choice.”

“We have to let the past go, we can’t do this.”

“This at least gives us a chance, maybe we can find a way back to our timeline or maybe we can live a quiet life. All that matters is that we’re together.”

“Steve…”

“Nat, please don’t let me lose you again. Once is enough.”

Tears fill his eyes pleading with her to understand, there is no moving on without her. He grows wary of playing the role of a self sacrificing hero, just this once he wants to indulge in the life he’s been deprived of since he woke up in the twenty first century. It’s wrong of him to give up everything just for more time with her, but he can’t make the same mistake again. She cannot allow him to do this, it’s selfish and unbefitting of his character. Her mind is made up, she refuses to be the reason their team loses their leader. His hand reaches to cup her cheek, asking her to please look at him. Green meets blue, her resolve crumbles, how can she deny him when he looks at her as if she holds his world together? He leans in closer, their foreheads pressed against each other. She can feel his breath on her skin, the ghost of his lips barely brushing against hers. It’s her choice whether or not she wants to close the minimal distance between them. This is nothing like the first kiss they shared on the escalator on what seems like eons ago. Neither of them ever acknowledged it again, too afraid of changing their dynamic. She never forgot how it felt to be kissed by him, even if it was only for cover. The soft press of his lips, the hesitance until her tongue began to gently probe for entrance, she backed away before it could turn into something more. Given the opportunity to do it again, she would be a fool to pass it up. Ignoring the guilt festering underneath the surface, she leans forward to finally connect their lips together. There’s no turning back now.

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