#au: pomegranate seal

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Pride & Prejudice - Coriolanus {Young} Snow x Reader

Summary: Spending more time with the miserable Mr. Snow, against your will, only proves to you exactly why he is a man you have sworn to loathe for all eternity. Steamy Pride & Prejudice retelling with young snow and you! Alternate universe, au!snow <3

Notes: so happy you all loved the first part — so i guess i’m continuing ahaha. as always, thank u for leaving comments and loves as it keeps me motivated! also, feel free to lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list <3

two

The mist of September’s end and October’s greeting is a thick, heavy blanket in the air. You only scowl at it as you pick up your tiered skirt from where it drags against emerald moss and dirt. A storm is nearby.

You would melt into this very soil if you could. Become one with the lilacs and peonies if it meant you’d never be prevailed upon to marry again by the force of your mother.

Mama is unwell. As always but, with more fervor now. The dance was most successful for Jane. She and Sejanus have been exchanging kind letters with pomegranate stained kisses garnishing the print. Even so, mama is viciously unhappy.

The cherrywood cabinets slam louder when you pass, and her eyes narrow at any mention of the gathering. Perhaps your behavior was a great embarrassment for her. If only you were as divine as Jane.

The house is lively, far too lively for your liking at this settling hour. Sisters here and sisters there. They busy themselves with the grand piano and awful singing. It isn’t long until one of the twins rushes forward with a sealed envelope clasped tightly in hand.

“Mama! It is for Jane!”

You snatch the paper from her palm, worrisome that she will ruin it with how tightly she squeezes. Beyond this, you are most eager to see the development in your own personal romance novel starring your dearest sister. Mama slaps your hand away in turn, tugging it back into a monstrous grasp that nearly shreds it to minuscule little pieces.

You see the breath halt and dwell comfortably in her throat, unwilling to part or falter. This is most important to her, trivial matter as it is.

So long as Jane is happy…

You gaze on at the girl with petal-pink cheeks and bright eyes — her smile is a thing of beauty and joy at the mere idea that Sejanus Plinth could admire her.

“Mama! What does it say!”

Her hands tremble like hummingbirds now, and your frown stitches itself promptly upon your pretty face. Oh no, he is certain to have changed his mind.

At least he was kind and gentleman enough to inform dear Jane by letter.

That joy, excitement and eagerness once swimming within your mother’s eyes has dissipated to sheer horror.

“When did we receive this?” She whispers, a ghastly and terror laced sound.

“This morning!” One of the twins happily offers, twirling her chocolate ringlet tight enough to knot.

Mama cries out a sound of agony, shoving the paper hard against Jane’s chest — enough so that she stumbles. She is a frantic thing, running round your quaint living space like that of a farm animal who has lost its head.

You are fueled by your own confusion, constricting your mind to only wait upon Jane. She shakily reads the crumbled thing — hesitance becoming her. Her eyes shift then; a look of joy, excitement, fear — then dread.

“What is it?” You whisper, watching as mama mutters nonsense and brushes the collection of scattered breadcrumbs from the countertop — eyes wide as the moon aglow at midnight.

“Mr. Plinth and his sister, alongside Mr. Snow and sir Plinth’s dear — rich uncle, have all planned to meet with us this evening. They’ve taken a carriage, and have made arrangements to arrive by sundown.”

Four pairs of eyes, in perfected unison, glance into the grassy plains where the sun has begun to set.

You do not intend to giggle at the irony, perhaps it is a thing fueled by nerves just as your mother. Yet it floats from your sweet lips like a prayer, slender fingers rushing to suffocate it.

It is undeniably numerous, however. How could it be anything but?

The way your dearest blood all melts at the brim for the gaze of three men whom are only important by cold silver is a thing of great mystery to you, something you do not understand. It is not just mama and Jane and the entirety of your own family however. No, it is all of society. You only wonder what it would be like for a woman to reach beyond the horizon line — to be great. To not be forced upon a man of all creatures to be of true importance.

Mama rushes past, so quickly your hair becomes unruly. She presses her palms firmly against your cheeks — your face piecing together like a swift minnow from the nearby fish pond.

“Oh heavens — if you do even the littlest act so to embarrass me, I am certain to die of great illness. My nerves are far too weak, you must behave for me! Be as sweet Jane is. Sir Plinth’s uncle is of the richest gentleman in Newbury, 5,000 a year! You must converse with him, do it for your dearest mother. Oh! And brush that wild hair from your face, girl. He will think you to be a witch — keep guard at the window.”

Her words are a tangled, knotted mess of all the things you despise. Even whilst tucked away into a place where you do not truly listen, you know well she is asking you to be social for gain of a husband.

You frown, grateful when the headless chicken runs off from you again. Your hand fussses with the wisps rested amongst your forehead — and you obey mama’s orders by sauntering to the creaky old chair that faces the fogged front window.

The fog is a veil, a curtain hiding from you only dread. You are grateful for it now, though it does no good for your locks and tresses. Your eyes dart to the torn book beside you — and you consider disobedience as an alternative to this state. You know well what will happen if you stray, so you do not dare it.

It is an awfully timely and punctual arrival — perhaps ten ticks of the grand, tower clock before the stallion’s snouts peek through the fog. Just as the golden halo sets beyond them.

“Mama!”

You call, but she only waves you away with a busy hand as she continues fussing with the knit table mat. You will not bother it again. You shrink, hiding all but curious eyes behind the lace curtain.

Sejanus is grinning, nervously you think. Then the scowling sister, a small, old creature with a sunken gaze — and the miserable one. They approach, you sink further.

“God Sejanus, smile any more for the poor thing and your pockets will start betraying you.” Grace sneers, voice sewn tightly with disgust at the less fortunate situation your family finds themselves in, glancing around at the quaint, pathetic home. It is as if she believes one breath of hers will cause it to collapse to the soil — to her polished feet.

“Please Grace, she is the prettiest girl I have ever seen. Oh, uncle, her eldest sister is very agreeable as well. Don’t you agree, Snow?”

Oh, he’s asked the cold thing who’s far too proud and rich for a humble party. You’re curious.

“Perfectly tolerable, I suppose. But not pretty enough to tempt me.”

Oh…

Your mischievous, sneaky grin melts into that of a hard line — ample with annoyance. How arrogant of him to say. As if his blonde locks and blue eyes make him any different than the handsome officers that pass by now and then. As if he is some prize. You scowl, Grace’s laugh an unpleasant sound.

Four hard knocks and you are quickly up to your feet.

Mama rushes to you immediately, slapping your hand enough so that it stings greatly and fades the color crimson.

“You were meant to watch! Places, take your stance girls!”

It takes beyond the greatest force to drag your feet to stand beside Jane. Mama checks each forced position anxiously before she tugs the door open wide — with a horrible, eager grin.

“Welcome!”

They trail the moss and dirt onto your oak floors, not bothering to wipe it away on the torn cloth you call a carpet. No need, they believe. The house is pathetic already as it stands. No dirt shall make it any less worthy than it already is.

In unison, a curtsy of greeting becomes all of you. Prim and proper and perfect just as mother groomed you all to be. For preparation of husbands.

Good god, the blonde looks even more dreadful now. Cold eyes darting to the old, harmless hound that chews on a racket ball. He winces at the sight of dust and chipped oak wood furniture surrounding. He looks down upon this place as if it is beneath him.

He far from belongs here.

“Sit, please sit! I’ve already prepared us supper!” Mama practically pushes Sejanus with most nervous palms, and his shadows follow suite.

Though you dream of running through the open door and fading into the mist to never be found again — you obey; sauntering into the archway with tired eyes and reluctant feet.

“My lady…”

Oh.

The short man with bushy brows and coal colored, untamed locks pulls your seat back enough so that you may sit upon it. To your dismay, the miserable one takes place in front of you. His eyes are cast downward to the far from fine silverware laid before him.

“Thank you sir.” You whisper, the chair feeling as though it is determined to suffocate you the longer you sit upon it.

“Oh, Jane — everybody, please meet my uncle, Mr. Casca Highbottom of Bristol.”

You only nod at the grinning old man, and mama rushes back like a midnight breeze through the archway — setting plates filled to the brim with but all of the food left for the entire month. Even so, it remains poor to a gazing eye. Though it matters not how little garnishes the porcelain, for when you catch gaze of miserable Snow pushing his few peas around in disgust, you cannot help but narrow your sight.

How can he be so proud? Certainly, if a humble gathering invited you in for a warm meal in this awful mist — you’d be most grateful for even a singular pea on your plate. Let alone twelve.

Grace laughs at the sight of Snow displeased — placing a soft palm against his knee beneath the cherrywood table. He spares her laugh a glance, and his lip twitches in what appears to be an amused smile. They talk lowly to each other, you notice it from where you peer behind your glass. She must be fond of him what with the way she touches him and leans closer with each word he speaks. You cannot possibly imagine why. Perhaps they are just alike. Rich, rude things.

“So — I dare ask if any suitors captured your heart at the party then?” Grace, she speaks to you now. You snort, ready to offer words of disdain and disgust toward the lot of men and their sweaty palms. Your mother’s cold glare silences you.

“No… they did not.” You mutter in quick defeat.

“Hmm, how dreadful…” it is mock sympathy, noticeable to both you and Jane.

Tension thins to a mere string lacing the table together. Silence blanketing even more so than the mist as worn silverware and mama’s embarsssing tangents erupt in painful harmony. You are grateful for Jane who manages to pry her eyes from Sejanus for a single moment so to save you from mama’s disapproving glare at your silence. She is selling you to the short man, it seems. She has been for the entirety of this meal.

“It is not as though gentlemen do not flock to my dear sister…” Jane starts. “It is simply that she is far too preoccupied with her books to notice them. She is an avid reader, adores her novels you see. She possesses great talents because of it!”

You hoped Jane would be so kind as to avert the attention. Yet it remains stable upon you, the available wife — as cattle with clipped ears. You feel as though you are livestock being powdered and pressed for the market. If the short man is buying, you’d rather be butchered.

He is awkward and stout and his jokes are uncomfortable as they are just rude. He is far from a gentleman and all the reason you deny each hand bestowed to you in the first place. For reason of men like him.

“You write?” Snow inquires.

Those cold, devoid eyes are locked upon you — and despite wishing to send him away to never return so you may be free of his arrogance, you only peer up at his gaze through fanned lashes to see them commanding an answer of you. Awaiting one.

“Occasionally, sir.”

His gaze doesn’t falter, nor does the gaze of Mr. Highbottom, even as he presses a boiled potato to his tongue.

“What of?”

What a silly question, you think. What else would a woman of your age and lack quill about?

It baffles you to find him curious. Perhaps he does not wish to seem obviously rude any more so than he simply is — perhaps he is only creating small talk.

“What else, sir? My thoughts and desires, my ideas. Romance — dramatics…”

“Oh but she just despises poetry!” Mama interjects, as if to end the conversation and refocus it upon your eligibility. Even when she speaks, Snow does not spare her a single glance. His eyes, they still rest upon you.

“You do? I thought poetry to be the food of love.”

You dare a snort then, suffocating a fit of laughter with a spoonful of food. You take your time chewing it, only offering more words when you realize that the conversation does not seem to be at its end. No. It cannot be. Not when he looks at you in a such an expectant manner.

“A poet writes of women in the gaze of all men, which I do not believe to be a true show of adoration. Perhaps it is the food of love — if you want to suffocate it. Stone it till it remains no longer.”

His next words come quick, immediately almost. As if he is grasping at the first chance to reply, much to Highbottom’s dismay whom snaps his mouth shut after losing the opportunity. Every eye in attendance is on the both of you.

Do they think you to be an enigma? You wonder…

“What do you recommend then? To encourage affection between two people…”

You do not know why he asks you this, but you can only assume it is because he wishes to embarrass you. Grace’s sharp gaze morphs into that of an amused smirk. Why would he ask the only woman seated what encourages affection when she cannot obtain it on her own?

You are certain then of his intentions. To mock you in front of Plinth’s sister, his uncle. In front of your blood. He does it so subtlety that if you were not bright as you are — you would most certainly miss it. He is a fool, a great fool because miraculously — you can reciprocate.

“Dancing… even if one’s partner is only tolerable.” You almost sneer with a tilt of your head and raise of your sharp brow.

If something truly clicks within him, it is most quickly dissipated. Most tricky to see. Sejanus clears his throat, and Highbottom — rude creature, erupts into a fit of laughter with a mouthful of food. Your mother is nervous, she joins him.

Grace only gasps, and Jane’s soft features are laced with confusion at the thing only you five are lucky enough to understand.

You remain stoic, challenging his eyes and his tense, twitching jaw with proudness.

“Shall I fetch dessert mama?”

Your mother nods through fits of forced laughter, and you take the opportunity to lift upon your feet. The chair scrapes against the creaky panels and nearly topples as you rush into the quaint kitchen and away from him.

It brings you joy knowing that he has nothing further to say.

You are smiling, terribly overflowed with pride as you place canned, sugared peaches upon ten porcelain plates. How proud he must have felt to speak lowly of you, a girl he spared little words to at a party he refrained from dancing at for it was too poor for his liking.

You disliked him then — but a chat with miss Lucy-Gray Baird while passing by in town confirmed all of your prejudice. She claims to have been treated most coldly by him whilst he was courting her. He offered his hand, then fled into midnight when he grew bored of her. Only the next morning.

He is as any other man is. A heartless hound. His behavior in your small home only further proves your prejudice is with more than enough reason.

You take longer than you should selfishly, and when you return — your gaze locks upon Sejanus who is entirely enamored by the sapphire gaze of Jane.

Mama aids you in placing down the plates you juggle. It is a poor dessert, but one that is most delectable.

“Oh well, your daughter is most precious. Funny, too! How uncommon for women.”

“Oh please uncle, we all have our wit. She is just peculiar, I daresay.”

Mama laughs at Grace’s words, and you only offer a polite, tense smile before being seated once again. It is you now that pushes your food around your plate, fading into the mist truly as you remain silent.

They speak of things you care the least bit for — all irrelevant matters to your mind. You are grateful when wine is poured, you nearly inhale it and garner a slap on your hand once again from mama.

You need it to get thought this.

Highbottom and mama speak of you, she tells him lies. How much you wish to be wed, how eager you are to find a lover. All contradictions of Jane’s earlier lick of truth. The rich fool believes her, his eyes cast upon you like poisonous darts. Slowly suffocating you.

Sejanus is preoccupied entirely by Jane — and the miserable one chats lowly with the scowling sister.

“Well, how about some music and dance? Lizzie, off to the piano!”

Your youngest sister lifts — eager to press her hands against the keys. It will be a mediocre melody but one that offers enough sound so to dance. You wish to stay glued to the table as they leave you to the living space — but mama tugs at your braid harshly, you have no choice other than obedience.

Sejanus kindly offers Jane a hand — and you feel as though you will just sink entirely into the floor as Highbottom approaches. Your heel turns you swift as you try and find even a small bit of space in this little home.

A navy vest with a crimson rose tucked into its pocket cages your escape. You never thought to see the day you’d be grateful for the cold blonde who cuts in front. You nearly collide with him.

“Dance with me.” He commands.

How baffling…

You do not notice the tension settled within your features until your brows ease in confusion. Your chin is pointed upwards — enough so that he can be equal to your gaze.

“Are you asking this of me — or ordering sir?”

His jaw ticks once more, but he does not follow up with any more words. The cleared throat of the short man behind you is enough reason to pick the far less uncomfortable poison. You’d rather be fueled by annoyance as opposed to discomfort and dread. One dance is all.

“Fine.” You mutter, sealing your fate and betraying your swear to be far away from the man whom you loathe entirely.

He is a pale thing up close. Birth marks kissing silken skin, soft as the moss kissing your shoes. You are grateful that this dance does not require touch — only the occasional closeness.

You follow him to where Sejanus and Jane stand — his head nearly reaches your ceiling. His palm hovers over yours, eyes downcast on your pretty features. Grace is scowling, again.

Your fingers twitch as Lizzie begins the sonnet, and you follow his lead.

It surprises you greatly, how well he dances. Though his mouth is a hard line, and his eyes are like round lumps of charred coal. He is noiseless.

“Are we to dance in dread and silence, Mr. Snow? I dare comment on this awful weather, now you may follow with a remark about the food. How much you despised it.”

You catch a glimpse of him, a suppressed twitch of his lips. As if the words offended him. Maybe amused him. You step forward and then back, frayed skirt floating against the movement. He follows suite.

“I could comment on how you dance. I am happy to inform you it is more tasteful than how you cook. Please do advise me on what more you want me to say to you.”

You stumble by his words — and his eyes dart to your clumsy feet. They are stable soon enough, circling him like a shark in vicious waters. His words upset you.

“Mama and Jane prepared the meal. I only prepared the peaches; but I do believe that if a family was kind enough to welcome an abrupt attendance with a warm meal — I would not be so complacent about its contents. You see — we are not all so fortunate to have garnered inheritance, Mr. Snow.” A cold melody, but one he would be a fool to ignore. It is all true.

Now it is him that halts. He steps forward, dipping his head low. Your eyes wander to his gloved palm — it clenches then flexes outward; all evidence of his annoyance with your words.

There you both stand, Sejanus and Jane alongside the twins, mama and Highbottom swirling around you. You do not know where Grace lurks.

You both are still, he stands a tower above you. His eyes pour heat into your own, admonishing you — offended with your words. It is as if the room is only filled with the two of you, the lace of connection between you just your anger. Even in your short time being familiar, it is strong.

“Do you imply that my inheritance is all the reason for my success?” He forces through clenched — perfect teeth.

“Perhaps I do sir, miss Baird of Newbury certainly agree—”

The hand that lays against your side is snatched into his own. He squeezes it tight now, eyes wide and swimming with disapproval and frustration. It has been resting at the surface, but bound to crack.

“Oh I’m certain she does. I am sure she told you the many tales of her troubles and woes brought upon by her time spent with me. You won’t speak to her again.”

It is you that steps forward now, so laced with upset that you do not notice your poor and worn shoes are stepping upon his tip toes. Up upon the rich and shined leather. Your chin is pointed upward, your stance tense.

“You command me as if I am wed to you sir, but I am not. You have come here, unannounced and unhappy with your humble plate as if we are all but a quaint inn with poor maids. Just because we gather little and obscure and we do not have pockets as generous and full as yours does not make us beneath you, Mr. Snow.”

The music halts, and your eyes shift quickly to find a concerned Jane gazing on — alongside your horrified mother. How crazed you both must look now. Stepping upon his toes with palms clasped — anger and upset becoming you both.

You release his gloved hand and part your soft lips to dismiss yourself — yet a strike of lightning cracking from above the grayed sky is a gift given, a distraction from beyond. Yet alongside it? A curse.

The horses startle, lifting to their hind legs before running far and fast with the carriage. Grace cries out from where she sulked in the shadows, and Sejanus alongside his uncle run after the wild beasts. Your sisters and mama follow.

“What are we to do!?”

“Grace, please be calm. We will fetch them.”

“We cannot travel in these conditions, boy.”

“You may rest here!”

Dread is a serpent that wraps tight round your throat — making the pounding of your heart halt entirely.

It is all a blur, but by the end of the lively conversation it is decided. They will stay. They will all stay. You bow your head, crossing your arms round the beating at your chest so to protect it.

“Excuse me.” You whisper, so low it is taken with the breeze from the open door before rushing up your dilapidated steps; knowing full well that the hospitality offered by mama, selfish reasoning or not, is the last thing a man like Mr. Snow deserves…

[nateezfics]

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

GENRE — smut, greek mythology au, hades!hongjoong, persephone!reader, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, corruption, sexual langue/dirty talk

WORD COUNT — 2.1k

SUMMARY — for underworldnet’s season of love event day three, something sweet.

You had tasted the most delectable of fruits, delighting yourself in an endless abundance in your mother Demeter’s gardens. All your life as a goddess you were spoiled with fruits that ran full with the sweetest juices.

You never imagined how those flavors would grow bitter in comparison to the taste of a handful of pomegranate seeds. You never expected the lips of the god of the dead to be sweeter than anything your tastebuds had ever touched.

You never knew yourself to be a glutton, but as his fingers pushed another pomegranate seed through your lips, you were suddenly insatiable. The seed overwhelmed your tongue with its tart sweetness, and you relished in it, humming in satisfaction.

Hongjoong smirked, sharp eyes locked onto the sight of his fingers pressing into your lips. His free hand traveled up your thigh, gathering the silk fabric of your dress and hiking it upwards. His palm felt the goosebumps on your skin, and he delighted himself in the way you whimpered as his hand sunk underneath your dress. “Have you always had a taste for sweet things, goddess?”

You gazed down at him through hazy eyes. He was a sight to behold, sitting underneath you, back reclined into his throne casually, power effortlessly exuding from him. You leaned into his touch, his fingers grazing against your bottom lip. “Yes,” you replied, your voice quiet yet loud with arousal. His eyes left your lips to meet yours, and your heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze. “But I have a much greater taste and hunger for you.”

His eyes deepened and they were like endless pools of obsidian looking up at you. You saw the way desire swam in them; it was the same desire that steadily grew between your legs, and the same desire that filled the throne room with a thickness that rested heavy on your body. Hongjoong’s fingers pressed into the seem of your lips. “Then feast on me until you have your fill.”

But you could never have enough. The moment you stepped foot in the Underworld your fate was sealed; the pomegranate seeds weren’t the only thing that bound you here. It was him, the god of the dead and king of the Underworld. It was him, the god that your mother despised. It was him, the forbidden fruit you were never supposed to taste.

Your lips wrapped around his fingers, tongue lapping at them as they plunged into your mouth. You hummed at the taste of his skin. The rings adorning his fingers were cold against your lips.

“And what if I told you that I hunger for you, too?” Hongjoong’s hand that had been under your dress reached further until his fingers met with your bare sex. You were soaked, and he was eager to plunge two of his fingers into your heat. He watched intently as your face contorted in pleasure, your eyelids fluttering shut as you reveled in the pleasure he offered you. You were warm and tight around his digits, your walls greedily enclosing around him.

Mewls and whimpers spilled from your lips, the sounds slightly muffled by Hongjoong’s fingers. You rocked against his hand in eager desire to chase the building high while your hands rested against his chest. You were happy to take as much as he was willing to give, and with the way he continued to plunge his fingers deep into your sex, it seemed as if his generosity knew no limits. It should’ve been alarming, the way he was able to weaken you so quickly, able to melt you down to a smoldering mess. His deft fingers were quick to reach the most sensitive spot; so effortlessly it was as if he’d been exploring your body for all of eternity. There was an eternity with him to look forward to, an eternity you’d gladly spend just like this, suspended on his lap while he filled you full of the most intoxicating euphoria.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Hongjoong whispered. His voice was reverent, and he worshipped you with his touch. “So pretty stuffed with my fingers.” Long gone was the innocent goddess he had first met in the gardens. You had been so beautiful then, sun kissed skin and bright, wide eyes. Flowers adorned your head and cascaded down the lengths of your hair, and the faintest blush painted your cheeks. His heart was your prisoner the moment you gazed up at him through fluttering lashes, and he was certain then that he would have you for all eternity. Now you were straddled across his lap as you fucked yourself on his fingers, your body soft and pliable from the euphoria, and your skin flushed from arousal. Your hair was a mess of curls and strands hung loosely over your face. And your lips glistened with drool while your eyes rolled backwards at every curl of his digits. You had never looked more divine than you did in this moment.

Your high took you by storm, and he was there to be your solid ground, guiding you through it with soft kisses and praises against your neck. His fingers fell from your mouth so he could wrap his arm around your waist, holding you steady against him. You shook as you fell from your high, fingers curling into his shirt as an attempt for you to ground yourself.

Hongjoong rested his forehead against yours, eyes watching you closely. He smiled fondly as you breathed, air escaping your mouth in heavy pants. “You look the most beautiful when you come undone for me.” He removed his fingers from your sex and brought them near his lips. You watched through hazy eyes as his tongue lapped at his slick fingers, and despite just coming off your previous high, your core reignited with new arousal. The god groaned as he tasted you. “You’re delectable. So fucking sweet. Makes me want to feast on you from the source.”

You moaned when he pulled you against him until you felt the hardness of his erection against your bare sex.

“But as much as I would love to do just that, I can’t deny my own need anymore.” Hongjoong guided your hips back and forth over his erection, and you both moaned at the friction. “I desire to take you. To fill you so full you’ll feel me for all eternity. Would you like that? Want me to fuck you, hm?”

You should have denied him, should have ran as far away from the god of the dead as possible. Your mother warned you to steer clear of him; but here you were, upon him and his throne and so deep within his grasp with no way of escape. The pomegranate seeds weren’t what bound you here. Your desire was. And you were perfectly content to remain within the Underworld if it meant an eternity with him. Your eyes were resolute as they looked into his, and with one word you sealed your fate. “Yes.”

Hongjoong brought your lips to his in a searing kiss. His hands were all over you just as yours sank down to palm his erection. This earned you a low groan from the god below, and the sound shot arousal directly to your core, and suddenly all you cared about was hearing that again. You stroked him over his trousers until you could feel the dampness of precum against your palm. You felt powerful with the king of the Underworld and the dead underneath you, groans of pleasure slipping from his mouth at your touch. “You could unravel me in every way, bring my entire kingdom to its knees with just your touch alone.”

He spoke those words with such conviction you were left with no room for doubt. Pride and arousal flooded your veins; you’d never felt more like a goddess than you did in this moment. You worked to free his cock, and he aided you in slipping his pants down to his knees. You took a moment to admire the beauty that stood erect between his thighs. He was godly in every way, his cock thick and glistening at the tip with precum. You wrapped your fingers around him, and he hissed at the contact immediately. Your thumb swiped across his tip, smearing his arousal all over the head of his cock. You were content to worship his cock despite your raging need, but the calling of your name broke your attention.

Hongjoong watched you closely, eyes darker than they had been before. He replaced your hand with his own and guided his cock to your entrance. “Sit. Sit on your throne, goddess.”

You sank onto him slowly, taking him in inch by inch. You groaned at the stretch, pussy aching in the best way as you accommodated his size. You relished in the foreign yet incredible feeling of being full. Your eyes found his just as his cock sheathed completely in your tight heat, and you could have unraveled there and then.

Hongjoong’s hands gripped your hips as he urged himself to remain still. You were so tight and warm and wet, it took everything in him not to buck his hips into you. In all the centuries he’d endured, he’d never found someone as perfect as you. “It’s like you were made for me, made to take my cock so perfectly. You’re absolutely divine.”

It wasn’t long before you couldn’t endure the stillness anymore. You tentatively rocked your hips against him, and the pleasure was immediate. You mewled, continuing the motion before fully lifting your hips upward until just his head remained within. You came back down, taking him fully again, and the both of you cursed aloud. “O-oh!”

Hongjoong readjusted his hold on you. “Feels good? Do that again. Fuck yourself with my cock.”

You did as he said, bouncing on his cock over and over, steadily increasing your pace. Your thighs soon began to burn, and your knees ached from being bent for so long. Your pace became sloppy as you grew tired, but you were desperate to keep going.

Suddenly your vision was spinning. Your ass met the throne’s cushion as Hongjoong flipped you underneath him, his body now hovering over you. He withdrew himself out of you and slammed himself back in, the force so strong it shook your frame. He repeated this over and over until you were clawing at his back. “I could never tire of having you like this. You’re so fucking perfect, and you’re all mine. Mine to have just like this, splayed out on my throne with your legs spread wide for me as I fuck you. My goddess, my queen.”

Goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld. Those were your titles now, but before you were either of those you were his. And you didn’t care what the aftermath of this would be.

Hongjoong’s hands tugged at your dress until your sleeves fell from your shoulders, revealing your breasts to him. He leaned forward to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, eliciting a whimper from you. You arched into him just as he used his hand to show affection to your other breast, palm kneading the soft flesh. He uttered soft praises against your skin while leaving marks all across your chest. His hips kept their pace, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you and making stars appear in the corner of your vision.

“Hongjoong.” You spoke his name with both adoration and urgency as you began to spiral closer to your climax. Your fingers gripped at his back as you grew overwhelmed with the pleasure.

Wordlessly Hongjoong reached for your clit, pressing smooth circles into it as he kept his rhythm within you. He watched you as your high took over you, committing every moan, every expression of your face to memory. He was enraptured by your beauty and by the sight of your body as it shook underneath him. Within moments he found his own end, releasing himself inside you and enjoying the way you whimpered as you felt yourself be filled with him. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

Your breaths mingled as you both both lied there within the afterglow. Your hands traveled up his back and to his hair and you pulled at the strands until his lips met yours in a slow, languid kiss. You delighted yourself in the taste of him, his sweetness urging you to go back for more and more until your head was spinning. “You said I could feast on you until I had my fill.”

Hongjoong hummed against your lips. “Yes.”

You smirked. “And I am still hungry.”

❦ “Mother you don’t understand; I made Hades run to me. He saw my bones beneath, and offered me half his kingdom. Do you really think I ate the fruit unwillingly?” ❦

AUTHOR’S NOTE — this wasn’t exactly meant specifically for this event, but the timing of me finishing it and the event itself aligned so well i just had to post it now. hope you enjoy hades!hongjoong as much as i do <3

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[aziraphales-library]

Hello, thank you for your hard work, you page is really useful!

I’m looking for some Hades and Persephone AU fics since I’m obsessed with the idea of our favorite angel and demon as Greek gods, but I suck at scrolling through Ao3 tags. Is there any chance you can find them?

Hi. There is an Inspired by Hades and Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore) tag on ao3. Combine that with a Good Omens tag of your choice and you will only have a couple of pages to look through. Here's a selection...

beneath the weigth of the goodness by ashms (E)

A retelling of the myth of Hades and Persephone. The Underworld god Crowley falls in love with the god of agriculture Aziraphale and abduct him.

Pomegranate Seeds In Your Heart by WaitingToBeBroken (T)

Persephone/Hades AU In which Crowley is the god of the Underworld, calls Aziraphale 'petal' and is his normal protective and oblivious self. Enter Aziraphale, the god of spring, whose only problem with visiting his friend is that he is not allowed to eat anything. Throw in the fact that he can make flowers grow from underneath his feet but is, also, very oblivious to their meaning and you get a fluffy retelling of our most beloved myth.

Of Roses and Pomegranates by pilatesandpinot (E)

Flower nymph Aziraphale is about to take her vows of maidenhood in honor of the goddess Artemis, but she can’t bring herself to turn her back from the dryad who’s captured her heart, Crowley. To be with the one she loves and redefine her destiny, Aziraphale runs into the dark forest of Arcadia, where Crowley serves as a guardian, and makes the ultimate vow. A retelling of the Hades and Persephone myth.

The Myth of Aziraphale by Shay_Moonsilk (E)

“I didn’t really Fall,” Crowley reflected, twisting the apple about in his hands. “Just, you know. Sauntered vaguely downwards.” “Downwards, into ruling the Underworld?” Aziraphale asked, unable to keep the dubiousness out of his voice. He kept his gaze on the demon’s face, lest he be tempted to eat the apple and seal his fate to Crowley. It did look rather tempting. The King shrugged and said, “Promotions come easy to me,” and took a large bite, though it was Aziraphale himself that felt devoured. --- Armageddon never happened. Crowley is the King of Hell. Aziraphale doesn't want to get married to an angel he doesn't love. Perhaps time in the underworld will help them find the answers they need.

When Earth Freezes Over by WorseOmens (NR)

When Earth freezes over, it’s springtime for the Underworld — but it wasn’t always that way. Aziraphale, God of Spring, was once isolated from the other gods by his overbearing mother. Crowley, God of the Underworld, wanted him to take the freedom he deserved — and all it took, in the end, was a little piece of fruit, and a lot of temptation. (Good Omens Hades & Persephone AU)

The God Below by ChubbyHornedEquine (M)

In order to have good crops, a spring & summer, every year someone is sacrificed to The God Below. (Hades/Persephone/A dash of beauty and the beast inspired AU.)

- Mod D

[bunkieprime]

Ancient Night AU

All of the Ancients fall into the Ultimate dough but they manage to escape but their soul jams leave behind traces of the ancients that get baked into Dark Enchantress.

Red Velvet is adopted by White Lily and Pure Vanilla and he only has one arm but he’s happy with his new mom and dad.

After Dark Enchantress is sealed away, Pure Vanilla is put into a coma from the explosion and his friends are devastated. They place him in a special coffin with locks that can only be opened by the soul jams. When they leave, as a last cruel joke, Dark Enchantress seals off the Vanilla kingdom, preventing anyone from entering it to see if Pure Vanilla is alive.

Dark Cacao begins to worry that dark forces will use his son and unleash Dark Enchantress back into the world. He sends out search parties to find his son and destroy the Strawberry Jam Sword.

Hollyberry’s appoints Pitaya Dragon as her kingdom’s guardian after Tiger Lily goes missing, often heading out to see is she can find her but never finding anything which leaves her feeling defeated

Golden Cheese’s kingdom isn’t destroyed but she did lose almost all of her people (not by death, they all evacuated but they were displaced) except for Burnt Cheese, Smoked Cheese, Mozzarella and Fettuccine.

White Lily takes refuge in Beast Yeast with Elder Faerie and Red Velvet follows her. However, Pomegranate brainwashes RV and makes him bake the Cake army (yes he gets his cake arm in the process)

Years pass and GingerBrave and his friends come into play. Dark Enchantress creates an illusion of Pure Vanilla Cookie and she ends up using that to make GingerBrave and Friends release her. Upon her release, she cackles and says that Pure Vanilla is most likely dead by now as no one can access his castle which horrifies GingerBrave and Co.

Right after this, Dark Cacao emerges and he is upset that four kids and a young adult were tricked into freeing DE. He introduces himself as Cacao Cookie and he joins their party, saying that he’s searching for his son Dark Choco Cookie. They find Dark Choco and Cacao freaking tackle hugs him, making him drop the Strawberry Jam Sword and freeing Choco’s mind. Cacao apologizes again and again for being a terrible father because he was too focused on keeping Choco safe. Choco and Cacao are crying messes by the end of it and Cacao is like “fuck it, you’re staying by my side because I want to mend our relationship.”

Red Velvet and Pastry’s altercation happens and RV is snapped out of his Brain washed state and he is PISSED. He has the Cake Army attack Pomegranate and Pastry starts helping him attack Pomegranate. After Pomegranate flees, RV has a long cry because he is deeply upset about what he was forced to do. Pastry comforts him and they secretly start dating

The first Kingdom the Squad visits is the Hollyberry Kingdom. Hollyberry’s been away for a while (hunting down her missing granddaughter) and Pitaya Dragons been acting weird. Cacao witnesses Shady Noble putting something in Pitaya’s Berry juice and Pitaya looks like they’re trying to resist something before they attack. Hollyberry arrives, unfortunately she has to beat the snot out of Pitaya and after they’re freed from the mind control, Pitaya points out the Shady Noble (who gets Tackled by Cacao because he tried to run) and the Shady Noble is arrested. Pitaya apologizes for anything they did while the mind control was active and they go to get some rest. Hollyberry and Cacao share a kiss and Hollyberry puts a ring on Cacao’s finger, basically saying that She’s gonna marry Cacao once DE is defeated for good

The Cacao Kingdom is next and Cacao is PISSED that Affogato userped his throne, banished his best watcher (Carrow), almost starved multiple villages (thank god for Hollyberry bringing 10 army’s worth of food) as well as bragging about being the reason Choco went after the sword because he was mad that Caramel Arrow was Dating Choco. Cacao confronts them and Pomegranate casts a spell on him, making him go berserk but this time he brutally attacks the CoD, sending them running before he calms down.

The next thing that happens is the Golden Cheese Kingdom. Let’s just say it goes 10 times smoother because Golden Cheese didn’t digitize everything. Smoked Cheese also doesn’t try to steal the soul jam but instead he gives it to Golden Cheese as she was using it as a power source. Burnt Cheese is expressing slight annoyance as he has no idea where the rest of the Golden Cheese Kingdom citizens went but Golden Cheese says that she has her little family and that they’re her greatest treasure.

The last kingdom to come into play is the Silver Kingdom (White Lily brings the Silver Kingdom with her when she returns to Crispia). Cacao and Elder Faerie get along right away and Choco points out how similar they look.

Finally we get to the Creme Republic. The meeting takes place in the Cookie Kingdom and Clotted Cream explains that there might be a way to break the barrier over the Vanilla Kingdom. The Ancients are intrigued when Elder Faerie chimes in and he mentions the Beasts. The ancients are a bit shocked except for White Lily who’s been putting up with Shadow Milk shenanigans for a while now. However, the Beasts have no interest to reclaim their Soul Jams because they realize that their successors are better off with them. Clotted Cream invites the Ancients and their friends/families to the Creme Republic so that they can figure out a way to get to Beast Yeast because White Lily was carried by Elder Faerie back to Crispia. The soul jam shenanigans happen but at the same time, something else is going down

Caviar mentions to The Ancients and GingerBrave that he has a crewmate named Pearl Cookie who is on the reserved side. Cacao asks why she’s so reserved and Caviar says that he doesn’t know why she’s like this. Suddenly they hear a voice that is a pure as a harp but contaminated by sadness. It’s Pearl Cookie. However a voice responds to her and she becomes confused. Gingerbrave, Wildberry, Crunchy Chip and Clotted Cream ask if they can accompany Pearl Cookie to find the voice

[thealphavoidofficial]

So new CRK Au idea, guess what! it’s a SWAP AU! :D

So I still gotta draw the designs down but here is a chart showing all the roles that are swapped:

And here are some fun facts before I make the actual lore and story with them :)

GingerBrave: He has scars and burn marks from his time in the Witches Castle and a Shit-Tom of trauma :), his brother Dozer had died, being burnt alive and eaten in front of him, he has Pyrophobia.

Wizard Cookie: His backstory is kinda similar to Licorice Cookies, and he has OCD

Licorice Cookie: Like OG Wizard Cookie he was baked in the Witches castle, he is rather skittish and rather attention seeking, like his OG counterpart he feels like nobody takes him seriously and always feels like he has to prove himself as a valuable member of the team, he has abandonment issues,

Crimson Velvet (Evil PV): In this Au he went with White Lily to the witches feast and fell into the Ultimate Dough instead of her, however due to mental trauma and slight amnesia from being in a slumbering state in the Void for so long she doesn’t quiet recall it that well.

Pure Vanilla: After falling into the Ultimate dough it had split him in 2, creating Crimson Velvet, after sealing him away he was teleported to the Faerie Kingdom in Beast-Yeast, where he had sacrificed most of his Half-life to strengthen the seal, going in a half-dead comatose state.

White Lily Cookie: She plays a similar role to her OG counterpart and OG Pure Vanilla, like the OG universe she does not have a Kingdom and preferred to wander the land and visit the other kingdoms, she had assisted Pure Vanilla in casting the Dark Moon Magic spell that sealed away Crimson Velvet, getting sent to the Void in the process.

StrawBerry Cookie: Much like OG Pomegranate Strawberry Cookie is very devoted to Crimson Velvet, willing to do anything for him. She also has a slight insecurity when it comes to their looks, preferring to hide her face in her veil.

Pomegranate Cookie: She is rather shy in this Au, like OG Strawberry she was baked in the Witches Castle, she prefers to hide herself in her cloak and rarely takes the hood off.

Chilly Pepper Cookie: She was found and adopted by Crimson Velvet and had her body modified with Cake parts, she sees the cake beasts as her partners in crime and performs several raids with them.

Red Velvet Cookie: After Crimson Velvet exploded The Oven he ran from the Witches Castle and into the world, having to steal to survive, soon meet and befriending a young Cake Hound, whom he named Chiffon, he has trust issues.

Dark Choco Cookie: Like in the OG universe he attack his father Dark Cacao Cookie with the Strawberry Jam sword, however after being banished he abandoned the sword immediately, instead wandering the land as a sort of Vigilante protecting villages from Cake Beasts.

Custard Cookie III: He was found as a mere infant and raised by Crimson Velvet inside of the Tower, although his Healing magic is stronger then his physical Attacks, he can be a formidable opponent in battle, do not underestimate his young and small appearance.

[lilacartsmadsion]

“You want perfection? I’LL SHOW YOU PERFECTION!”

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“Do not invoke The Nameless One’s Wrath”

That was the warning The Apoditic One spoke. To the Wizards and To the Whole of Earthbread.

Except…The Wizards did not heed that warning…

Long ago, when Wizard City was ruled by the gods known as Wizards recruited The Nameless One to create a plethora of Cookies to harness the power of the Moon.

Time and time again…The Wizards would deny creation after creation from the god, until he finally was able to create a cookie of their desires.

Once the Slumbering Moon was born, the Wizards praised her existence…while the rest of her essence were scattered to the horizon…

While the Wizards celebrated…taking the credit for the creation of The Slumbering Moon and no longer acknowledging the existence of countless other life forms that helped make her…The Nameless One suffered.

For the Nameless One loved all his creations, even the Beasts who dared to rebel against him caused him to grieve them when he sealed them away…

He watched as time and time again did the Wizards discard the essence of his Creations into the abyss, frantically searching for a way back, he watched as they suffered and were heartlessly buried as test subjects in the soils of Earthbread.

He could not take the suffering anymore, in his anguish and fury the Nameless One let out a guttural cry. All those who heard it bowed their heads in fear, with the exception of the False Gods, The Wizards.

Through the Darkness the rest of the gods fled the wrath of The Nameless One as he channeled his own emotions into the most powerful of doughs…

The Ultimate Dough. With his sheer wrath, a cookie born from darkness was born out of the anger of the god. She drove away The Wizards upon his command. “See to it that these False Gods learn their place in this world!”

Like cowards the Wizards ran from the gates of Wizard City, for a while, the sky was red as Strawberry Jam…and there was silence…

Once the false gods had fled from the lands of Earthbread The Nameless One commanded. “Let all who trespass into this land learn my wrath, see to it that none shall enter here again.”

And just like that…stationed in the very borders of Earthbread, The Pillars of Darkness guard the Outside World with an Iron Fist. None shall enter and None shall leave.

Beware the Wrath of the Nameless One, for The Dark Enchantress will consume you into the endless Abyss.

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So yeah that’s DE’s backstory in this AU. This is why she can’t have started the Dark Flour War.

In this AU Gingerbrave killed all the Witches so WL wouldn’t have gone to the feast. She did travel to Beast Yeast where Gingerbrave spends most his time

However as I said DE still exists. Just in a different way. She’s stationed as a guardian of Earthbread placed at its borders to keep from things like Witches and Wizards. (Minus the Witches)

Also yes those are Gingerbrave’s eyes, he started putting makeup as a reminder for Mystic Flour Cookie, the only Beast who saw his true face.

Some of the words in this story are ‘overdramatized’ as they are words based on the interpretations of Cookies. No one actually knows what Gingerbrave said, not even Moonlight Cookie who was there during the story.

Inspirations for DE’s design

For Mystic I just took her necklace. I mostly based her off of Pomegranate here. And since I wanted to give a nod to her original backstory, I decided to add some inspirations from WL’s hair and gloves. As well as making DE’s dress gradient to White. As well as make her dress resemble the petal of a flower.

[gatesofember]

I came up with an idea for a fic that I’m calling the six seeds au

Will is a dumbass and skips off to the underworld alone to bring Jason back for Nico. he can’t bring Jason back but he strikes a deal with Hades that will link his soul to Jason’s and partially bind him to the underworld, so Will spends six months of the year in the underworld while Jason is in the world of the living, then they switch for the next six months. so, similar to Persephone. or Dumuzid and Geshtinanna in Mesopotamian mythology. Will eats six pomegranate seeds to seal the deal, hence the name of the au.

now obviously this whole “I only get to see Will and Jason for half the year and never at the same time” thing wouldn’t be ideal for Nico and of course he’s upset with Will for doing something so reckless and sacrificial. but the real problem is that Will cannot survive in the underworld. it’s draining him more and more every day. there’s no way he’s even going to make it to the end of his first six months. and since his soul is now tied to Jason’s, this means that Jason is dying, too.

so Nico has to march up to his dad like “hey wtf” and Hades might regret not taking into consideration that Will’s a little Sun baby and can’t survive in the underworld and he might feel bad for doing this to his son so he might let slip that maybe a certain cure (one Nico may be familiar with) could break Will from the vow to stay in the underworld for half the year.

so now Jason and Nico have to go on a quest to get the physician’s cure. and Jason is dying because Will is dying. also maybe Will is sometimes in Jason’s head adding commentary through their soul bond because I think that would be funny.

and uhhh yeah that’s all I’ve got for now but idk I think this fic sounds fun so maybe I’ll come back to this

[come-along-pond]

Could you tell me more about your role reversal AU? How did Aziraphale fall? How did the situation in the Garden of Eden play out? How did they meet Viviana/Gaia? (I love the name by the way, I'm always a sucker for Greek myth names)

Okay! So!

In both my canon, and my au, Viviana is only created a few weeks before the beginning, God personally creates her for the earth, she is the first thought of earth. She is life on earth, hence her name.

So, you have to understand a bit about OG Viv first, she’s been on earth since it’s creation and talks to Aziraphale a lot in Eden, ‘distracting’ him. She meets Crowley in his snake form and tells him to go away lol, cos he’s blocking her view of the river. Then they properly meet on the wall.

AU time!

Viv is now called Gaia because @purpleyearning recommend it as a name, so i thought perfect name for an au.

I like the think that really Aziraphale’s fall from heaven was one big misunderstanding (in his words).

While Crowley “sauntered vaguely downwards”, Aziraphale tripped and crashed. and burnt. I don’t have a specific event in mind but anyway his animal is a black swan because

“It symbolizes transformation, death, and rebirth. The black swan is also a reminder that we must go through the dark night of the soul before we can emerge into the light. The black swan is a symbol of hope.”

And i think that really sums up my ideas for Demon! Aziraphale, he’s kind, but tired, a demon, who was once an angel.

Anyway, Angel Crowley is just Crowley 😭. he’s always been kind, always liked animals, always loved the starts.

Gaia meets Crowley when doing some sneaking about heaven so she could see the ‘sparkly things’, and she meets Aziraphale in the Garden when she complains to the swan that it was ridiculous for her to make edible food, but not have people eat it, so he very innocently goes “you eat it,”

and she does. and then Eve sees and copies. so really, Aziraphale tempts Gaia who tempts Eve.

They tell this to Crowley who CACKLES.

Aziraphale still has his book shop, just not acquired totally legally, Crowley has his car, which has a sun roof now to see the stars. Crowley’s plants are loved, but he has one that keeps dying and Gaia can’t bring it back.

Anyway, Gaia’s transformation into death goes a bit like this.

she still creates as life, but in this universe she becomes fed up with humanity rather quickly, and notices her hair is darkening, so she hides it from her *cough* partners *cough*!best friends, and she also keeps seeing death around the place, and all her plants are dying, and she’s so scared,

“i think— i think this is my version of falling”.

she seals her fate by creating a pomegranate tree in her sleep.

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[slaymate]

So what's the Venetocracy Crete AU about?

What every Greek soap opera set in Crete is about: feuding and vendettas, star-crossed lovers, accidentally killing a suitor, making the son of the rival family help you hide the body. Balcony climbing! Pomegranate trees, courting inside stalactite caves, secret engagements sealed with silver daggers. Possibly a major character death.

Regular romance stuff.

[randomspagetti]

I didnt exactly see him cursed with it at first i just thought like

What if this corruption like thing spawned on his soul jam when he was younger and started infesting his soul jam from the amount of trauma he has had and his bottled up rage and stress

[Its basically hate from glitchtale if youve seen it]

And he originally did have the berserk form in his soul jam, but it was a defense mechanism for when he was in life threatening danger. But the corruption basically tainted the form and its mechanism, not only does it cause the form to be bloodthirsty, or..jamthirsty? Idk, it also causes the form to be triggered by rage and stress. But eventually, naturally the soul jam was able to shed the corruption (which makes the strawberry jam sword ehehehe)

But when pomegranate used her spell, it basically broke the seal and made it stick to his soul jam. Permantely. Whilst also making the curse be able to be triggered by dark magic

I like your theory! This is actually an au, I have similar suspicion of the theory you're using being true for canon, this au kinda piggybacks off of the berserk form and other things around it in canon. I kinda just basically wanted an au where I could give him more angst, also (character hiding injury/important thing) is one of my favorite troups for angst

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“I am Dark Cacao Cookie; not ‘Cacao Dragon Cookie’, not the ‘Purple Dragon’! You can take your ‘help’ and leave my kingdom at once!”

    I have an AU where Cacao has actually been a dragon this whole time but his draconic side was sealed away so he thought he was a normal cookie until Pomegranate’s spell broke the seal and let me tell you a giant phantom sucks but a giant storm dragon isn’t much better jhadgjhfgaef     Cacao spends a good chunk of time after clearing out the Citadel and during the rebuilding of the wall being miserable as fuck because he’s constantly hungry to the point that he feels like he’s starving all the time (because of the sudden and energy intensive changes he’s going through; he’s basically going through his entire life’s worth of dragon growth in like a few weeks), hurting and tired (because of said changes), unbalanced (because of his new appendages), and sightly dazed (because of all the hormonal changes that come with it).     Of course people want to help him so Holly gets into contact with the only other dragon they know; Pitaya.     It doesn’t go so great as Cacao is in serious denial that his whole life has been, to an extent, a lie.

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{ Cyberpunk AU + Croi AU; Croi is @grumpyascianteddybear's baby, I'm just playing in her sandbox

trigger warnings: general horror themes; body horror, deadly injury, death }

"You know, a raid is entirely unnecessary." Grim spoke with a cheerful smile. He'd arrived in this world not too long ago, less than a year, really. The local Forest had accepted him even more easily than it had the natives, leading him to a spot near one of the leyline conjunctions where a great tree's roots had formed a chamber beneath the earth. It was perfect for building a burrow within, and the clearing around the tree had the perfect spot for his greenhouse.

The stones had taken some convincing to move, making walls eight feet high, dotted with carefully reinforced windows. He hadn't bothered with glass, simply convincing panels of crystal to raise up, encircling the tree just below the canopy. Everything had been angled carefully, and finally sealed with a fine mesh to keep the pollen of his carefully cultivated pet plants from escaping and wreaking havoc on the local environment. All in all, he'd appeared all but overnight. The locals had learned quickly that he would happily trade or even give away his plethora of crops.

Not so with these raiders. One of them quickly grabbed Grim by one of his soft, floppy ears, yanking him around until they could press a heated blade against his throat. "Shut up, pretty boy, you just stand there real nice an' we'll let you go after."

Grim sighed, rolling his shoulders and driving an elbow into his captor's gut. "I really must insist you relea--"

His voice was cut off with the knife slipping through his throat. Blood sprayed out in an impressive arc, drenching one of the dwarf pomegranate trees he was perhaps overly fond of. He let himself sandbag to get away from the knife, the raider dropping him before adding a kick to the ribs.

He reached out, grasping the idiot's leg with one hand. A heartbeat later, a vine emerged from his sleeve, coiling around and up the leg until it found a loose seam and stabbed into the flesh. Grim raised his head slowly, grinning ferally around the blood dripping from his mouth. Even as he did, delicate vines were sealing his flesh back together as if he'd never been injured. "Oh, well, if you want to be rude, I'll just take my pound of flesh as payment."

The other raiders froze for a moment, before one had the brilliant idea of firing their gun at him. One, two, three, bullets directly to his stomach and chest... but it thankfully missed his Death.

"Volunteering for experimental biology, then? How delightful." He coughed, but by then all of them were trapped by the vines spreading out of his body, growing into them to feed. "Don't eat all of them, now, you did fruit just days ago..."

[kiwisinlingerie]

Honey and Pomegranates

Pairing: Magie/Todger (OC/OC), past Nathan/Magpie    Warnings: Mentions of past unhealthy relationship  Contains: past relationships, emotional hurt/comfort, semi public sex, pegging, self worth issues Rating: M Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2  AU: N/A Word length: 3,042

Summary:

“You can't just kiss me when you look like this… Fuck…" Todger whines, eyes entirely focused on red stained lips, green eyes flicking up to meet brown doe eyes before she curses under her breath once more. "I just want to ruin how perfect you look." "It's sealed." "Huh?" "I can fix my hair easily and my makeup is sealed." Magpie states with amusement, watching the full range of emotions that go across Todger's face. "Sealed and you proof."

Big shout out to the folk on Twit who encouraged me to write and post these, esp @robynrileyart and @hurrraaid. Im constantly rambling about them over on twit so feel free to go bother me here

Because It’s undoubtedly gonna be brought up. I am aware that Todger is english slang for cock, its part of a joke as her partner in crime has the call sing tadger, the scottish equiv. 

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This was an abuse of power. 

It's not the first time her father had pulled a stunt like this but it's the first time she'd been the denied the opportunity to tell him to fuck off by her superiors. The ability to throw your weight around shouldn't apply to other branches of the military yet here she was, an island in a sea of naval officers. 

She had been granted one relief, the same one she was always given. Allowed to bring one guest with her to suffer the night with her however her usual victim of mutual sufferage was busy. 

Occupied in the med ward, Dylan had protested he was fine enough to attend, that any spontaneous bleeding from the bullet wound would simply make the night more interesting. As his friend and nurse, she'd considered it momentarily before outright declining him. 

Magpie had asked Todger to join her in the end. 

Whilst she adored the giant Geordie, the demolitions expert had never crossed her mind for this. A level of decorum was expected at these events, something Magpie never expected from a woman whose call sign was slang for cock. 

But, as always, Todger proved her wrong. 

She'd been less bothered since arrival, Magpie usually swamped by those wanting to win her father's favour or utterly besotted by Dylan. But not this time. Everyone had more or less given her a wide berth when with her companion, waiting until the other departed for drinks to approach her and quickly excusing themselves whenever Todger returned. 

There were only two exceptions to the rule. 

The first was her father, Crow, who had enthusiastically introduced himself to Todger, asked of her rank and proceeded to laugh mirthfully as it was given. 

He hadn't shirked at Todger's proclamation of "i'm here with the most beautiful woman in the world," he'd just nodded in agreement and said she got that from her mother. 

It gave her hope, in a way, that things could be fixed between them. A strained relationship these past two decades, if his only discrepancy was forcing her to attend this celebration of him then it was progress. 

The other was Nathan. Charismatic and handsome, she'd once fallen for his charms years ago before things fell apart into utter catastrophe as she consistently failed to keep up with his expectations of her. 

"Miss Haigh." His voice sends a chill through her, not fighting it as Nathan takes her hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles, brushing his thumb across her knuckles in a way that would have been soothing from anyone else. "I see your guard dog wandered off, is that why you're so tense?" 

Yes. No. Partially. She circles her response in her head, knowing full well she'd be less tense if Todger was here but also that the cause was the man before her. 

"My companion is getting us drinks, she'll be back shortly." It's a subconscious thing, the way she softens her voice and accent, still striving to please him even after all these years. Her attempts to remove her hand from his only results in his grip tightening." Nathan, let-"

"It's not too late, you know, to live our lives as we planned." Nathan speaks against her skin, taking one step closer to her and placing his other hand on her waist. His hands aren't cold but she feels it, a numbness that blooms and spreads from where he's touching her. "You don't have to keep up with this silliness, these hands were never meant for bloodshed." 

He doesn't even know what you do, she thinks, frowning as he continued to gaze upon her with such faux fondness. Nathan loves an idea of her, one based off her as a teenager, that grew into something so far removed from the truth it was tragic in its existence. 

"I don't want that, I like helping pe-" 

She's interrupted by a laugh, another chill down her spine as the desperate need to run, to run and hide, begins to drown her. "You don't know what you want, my love, otherwise you'd never have run off and joined the army. Never have abandoned what we have." 

What we have?! They have nothing. They've been nothing since she was 25, when they'd argued over the phone and she'd ended it all. It's been 5 years. 5 years of freedom for her and he just saw it as something akin to misplaced confused rebellion? 

She feels queasy. Stomach churning wildly, panic swelling with the rapid beats of her heart. Where was Todger? Why hadn't she come back yet? Magpie wants to look for her but she doesn't trust the naval officer enough to take her eyes off him. 

Her saviour announces their presence with a hand on her lower back, so warm it eased off the effects of Nathan's touch. "Am I interrupting something, Captain?" Todger's voice eases the tension in her, the static of her mind telling her to run easing down to a comfortable, soothing silence. 

"Not at all, Sergeant." Magpie slips out of Nathan's hold as his grip momentarily slackens, pressing herself back into the taller woman as if it would hide her from him. "You were just leaving, weren't you, Nathan." 

"Of course." He's not happy, a tenseness in his jaw she recognises from when they dated and a placed smile that stretched a little too wide. "I'll be sure to find you later, Maggie, to continue this conversation." 

She doesn't relax until he's out of sight but, even then, Magpie is still on edge. What did he mean by that? There was no conversation to continue bar the one involving only his force of will attempting to manipulate his way back into her affections. 

The hand on her back moves, Magpie frowning, turning slightly to look up at Todger only to find the geordie looking somewhere to their right. She barely has chance to comprehend the missing contact before Todger takes her hand, strong and reassuring, gently leading her away from their spot and out of the hall. 

"Where are we… What…What happened to drinks?" She's never sounded this unsure of herself around Todger, has she? The way the dark haired woman pauses in her step to turn back to her, brows tilted with concern saying all it needs to. 

"They were all fancy shite and you looked like you needed a breather." Her voice is soft but it's all Magpie can hear, a subtle affection to it as Todger smiled warmly that serves no purpose bar to make Magpie's heart stutter. 

It's as they start moving again that Todger asks the question Magpie is almost certain she's been desperate to ask. "Who was that weirdo anyway?" 

"That was my ex, Nathan." She confesses as they leave the banquet hall, wincing as she collides with Todger's back, the sergeant having come to an unexpected stop. The incredulous look she's been given brings a grin to her lips. 

"Damn… No wonder you let Tadge hit it." The almost sage tone of her voice has the medic laughing lightly to herself, as if Todger finally understood the secrets of the universe all of a sudden. 

Music from the hall is near silent now, existing more as a low thrum in the background, the only people spotted fleetingly being members of staff who just nodded to them both like they knew something Magpie didn't. 

Their final destination is a bathroom, exhibiting near zero evidence of being used this night. Todger doesn't let her go until they're before pure counter space, taking off her hat and running a hand through her hair, choppy mullet springing back to its usual messy state under her hands. 

She really was a handsome woman. 

Magpie slides up onto the counter as Todger pats it, feeling a role reversal as she gently holds her face, leaning in as she inspected it. Like Nathan had physically laid his hands on her rather than simply unnerve her. 

It's endearing to say the least, the furrow of her brow, the gentleness of her touch as she gently manoeuvres her face. She can't help herself, Magpie closing the gap between them, deep red meeting scarred lips as she kissed her. 

They've fucked before, more often than the field nurse would freely admit. Trysts that grew more intimate, lasted much longer, the now a precursor to post coital cuddling that Magpie had long since grown affection for. 

So, this wasn't crossing a line, was it? 

Apparently not. The mirror is cold against her exposed shoulders as the force of Todger kissing her back hits her, hand weaving into Magpie's hair to prevent her head from hitting the mirror whilst the other slid up beneath her dress and gripped her upper right thigh. Tightly, almost desperately. 

"You can't just kiss me when you look like this… Fuck…" Todger whines, eyes entirely focused on red stained lips, green eyes flicking up to meet brown doe eyes before she curses under her breath once more. "I just want to ruin how perfect you look." 

"It's sealed." 

"Huh?" 

"I can fix my hair easily and my makeup is sealed." Magpie states with amusement, watching the full range of emotions that go across Todger's face. "Sealed and you proof." Confused. Considering. Conflicted and, finally, excitement in the face of her bold statement on her makeup's longevity.

Knees part further as she's kissed once more, Todger settling between them as she did it. It's passionate but slow, accompanied by hands gently mapping her body as they slowly stripped her. 

No urgency to it, the clasps keeping her dress around her neck barely audible as they're tugged apart, deep green dress falling limply around hips and thighs as the zip is pulled down. Hips rock up so the dress can be fully removed, leaving Magpie in naught but panties, lace topped stockings and heels. 

Todger removes her own jacket, rolling up her sleeves to the elbow and undoing the first few buttons. She swallows as Todger kneels between her thighs, eyes locking with Magpies until she pressed a kiss to nylon coated calves, hands gently easing off her shoes. 

Why was she flustered? She wasn't some bashful virgin, heels placed somewhere to the side before Todger began to trail kisses up her legs, from knee to hip, gentle in her ministrations, heart fluttering with each one. 

"Let me show you what love really feels like." Todger whispers, cupping her cheek and kissing her, slowly and deeply, a moan easing from her throat as Todger's other hand found their place on her chest, teasing sensitive flesh with a mix of gropes and pinches. 

Magpie's hands blindly fumble with both belt and fastenings, pulling away only as she felt something unexpected, dipping her eyes down to observe what she felt only to giggle as she saw the harness. 

"Dylan's idea, I was all for arson if things got too boring." Todger states with a laugh, answering the question Magpie had yet to fully form in her head. The toy, Magpie realises after Todger shimmies a little to make her trousers fall, is strapped to her thigh. 

"You're ridiculous, you know that right?" 

"I've been informed by others that it's charismatic and a point of interest." Todger laughs. "We don't have to use it though, it's just an option." 

Todger is ridiculous but she's also sweet. Not living up to her call sign at all, when was the last time a lover had been so low pressure, so conscious of her own wants and needs. She could get used to being put first, she thinks. 

"I want to."

"Take your panties off for me then, beautiful." 

She does as she's told, waiting until Todger had let go of her to slip off black lace and cotton, stuffing them into the breast pocket of Todger's shirt when the dark haired woman settled back between her legs.

They usually take more time to reach this point, Todger usually so dedicated to making her climax through foreplay alone but it was different today. Hands lift her thighs, tilting both them and her hips to gain better access. 

The gasp from her lips is extended, drawn out and broken, hands gripping both Todger's shoulder and edge of the counter as she pushes fully in, pelvis to pelvis.

"You can move." She breathes more than speaks, relaxing her grip on Todger's shoulder to further prove her point. 

The pace is slow to begin with, intimate and gentle, it's almost easy to forget they aren't back in the hotel they were staying in for the event, like there's no risk of being interrupted at any moment. Thighs clench around Todger's waist as the demolitions expert braces herself against the counter, Magpie's arms wrapping around broad shoulders as she buried her face into Todger's neck. 

It's all a bit too much. The juxtaposition of dealing with Nathan, a former lover obsessed with a version of her he created, versus Todger, versus Jade, who had no reason to be this tender with her. How… How was she so capable of being besotted with her when the only other person to love her like this was never in love with who she was to begin with. 

"Don't be shy, darling, I want to hear you." Todger encourages, pressing a kiss to light brown hair, fingers gripping into her dress shirt as she became more vocal as thrusts speed up. She's not normally shy about it, but this felt different. It didn't feel like just sex anymore, it felt more than that. 

"M-more, please. I need… I need you-fuck!" Magpie's plea finishes in a whine, a hard thrust having the medic's thighs tighten as teeth sunk into where shoulder met neck. It'll leave a mark, she knows that, anyone could tell from both the pressure of her teeth and the sharp hiss Todger gave. 

"Please, Jade, p-please I want to… I'm gonna…"

She orgasms, tensing before relaxing against Todger, steadily calming breaths fanning out against lipstick and bruised stained skin. 

"That's my girl." Todger hums, rubbing Magpie's back as she pulled out, hands moving to cradle her face before kissing her softly. "Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" 

She's confused, emotionally at least, watching as Jade cleaned her up, any words spoken falling on deaf ears whilst brief kisses between tasks were shared. She doesn't want this to end, this intimacy, this feeling she can't quite place yet, opening her mouth uselessly to try and convey it all only to close it again moments later. 

"You should wear this sort of thing more often, it's really pretty." Todger states, holding up her dress post clean up, the taller woman having taken bare five minutes to clean and redress herself, the only evidence of what they had done being the blooming love bite on her neck that was barely hidden, if at all, by the open collar. 

"Aye, catch me wearing heels and a dress on the frontlines." Magpie states, biting back a laugh but not a smile at the sour look on the others face. "Nothing says urgent medical care like a bitch looking like a wedding guest." 

"I meant out of work and you know it." Todger grumbles, offering her hand to Magpie as the smaller woman slid off the counter. 

They start with the dress, Magpie turning and moving her hair out of the way as Todger fastened her up, neck first then the small of her back. A kiss is placed on her shoulder as the dress tightens around her waist and the feeling is back again. 

Like she's drowning whilst floating effortlessly. 

Her makeup is still fine, despite the transfer, her hair a little distressed but it was doubtful anyone bar she would notice. She turns as Todger kneels behind her, redressing her first with underwear then shoes, a kiss against lower thighs each time a new item of clothing was added. 

Magpie returns the favour, buttoning up the shirt and fastening the coat when Todger puts it back on, reaching up to try and tame messy black hair before simply shoving her cap back on. She looked more herself like this, more like the woman she had grown ever so attached to. 

"Ready to go back? I promise not to leave your side this time." 

A kiss to her knuckles like what Nathan gave her only it feels warm, warm and accepting, not arguing as it became hand holding, loose but firm. Secure. 

"How did you know that toilet was back there?" 

"I was gonna set one of the bins on fire if things got boring." Todger states casually as they walk back towards the banquet hall, shrugging. 

She cant help but laugh, covering her mouth with her free hand before bumping into Todger's back, a parallel to their initial journey. 

It's Nathan. Of course it is. 

A sour end to an otherwise pleasant moment, feeling as small as she did when they snuck away some minutes ago. "I:ve been looking for you, the staff said they'd spotted you head this way and," he sighs, looking simultaneously heartbroken and disappointed. "You used to have such integrity, now it seems you'll let anyone fuck you." 

She barely realises her hands been let go of, the sound of crunching bone that kick starts the medic part of her brain being quickly silenced as Todger snarled. "Stop slut shaming my girlfriend, cunt." 

My… What? 

She's stunned, not fighting as her hand is retaken, following blindly as Todger pulled her away from the crumpled form on the floor holding his nose. My girlfriend. She called Magpie her girlfriend. 

Its only when they come to a stop, back in the banquet hall, does Magpie get the other's attention by tugging on her sleeve, hands still firmly leaked. "I find, personally, that having someone as your girlfriend works better when you ask them first." 

She watches. Watches and waits as Todger first frowns in bemusement before her face colours, the rage she had show Nathan mere minutes ago replaced fully with flustered explanations that barely made sense. 

If this was love, or as close to it as she could get, then maybe it wasn't too bad afterall. 

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September 17, 2021

Verse: Song of Solomon 4

Copy God’s word:

He 4 Behold, (A)you are beautiful, my love,     behold, you are beautiful! (B)Your eyes are doves     (C)behind your veil. (D)Your hair is like a flock of goats     leaping down (E)the slopes of Gilead. 2 Your (F)teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes     that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins,     and not one among them has lost its young. 3 Your lips are like (G)a scarlet thread,     and your mouth is (H)lovely. Your (I)cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate     (J)behind your veil. 4 Your (K)neck is like the tower of David,     built in (L)rows of stone;[a] on it (M)hang a thousand shields,     all of (N)them shields of warriors. 5 Your (O)two breasts are like two (P)fawns,     twins of a gazelle,     that (Q)graze among the lilies. 6 (R)Until the day breathes     and the shadows flee, I will go away to the mountain of (S)myrrh     and the hill of (T)frankincense. 7 (U)You are altogether beautiful, my love;     there is no (V)flaw in you. 8 (W)Come with me from (X)Lebanon, my (Y)bride;     come with me from (Z)Lebanon. Depart[b] from the peak of Amana,     from the peak of (AA)Senir and (AB)Hermon, from the dens of lions,     from the mountains of leopards. 9 You have captivated my heart, my (AC)sister, my bride;     you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,     with one (AD)jewel of your necklace. 10 How beautiful is your love, my (AE)sister, my bride!     How much (AF)better is your love than wine,     and (AG)the fragrance of your oils than any spice! 11 Your (AH)lips drip nectar, my bride;     (AI)honey and milk are under your tongue;     the fragrance of your garments is (AJ)like the fragrance of (AK)Lebanon. 12 A garden locked is my (AL)sister, my bride,     a spring locked, (AM)a fountain (AN)sealed. 13 Your shoots are (AO)an orchard of pomegranates     with all (AP)choicest fruits,     (AQ)henna with (AR)nard, 14 nard and saffron, (AS)calamus and (AT)cinnamon,     with all trees of (AU)frankincense, (AV)myrrh and (AW)aloes,     with all (AX)choice spices— 15 a garden fountain, a well of (AY)living water,     and flowing streams from (AZ)Lebanon. 16 Awake, O north wind,     and come, O south wind! Blow upon my (BA)garden,     let its spices flow. Together in the Garden of Love She (BB)Let my beloved come to his (BC)garden,     and eat its (BD)choicest fruits.

Write your favorite verse:

9 You have captivated my heart, my (AC)sister, my bride;     you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,     with one (AD)jewel of your necklace. 10 How beautiful is your love, my (AE)sister, my bride!     How much (AF)better is your love than wine,     and (AG)the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

Explain verse by verse:

We may fairly connect this snapshot with the one preceding it, which ended with the wedding procession and ceremony between the maiden and the beloved (Solomon). This section describes the first intimacy of the maiden and the beloved after the wedding and is given to us almost completely in the words of the beloved, who was preparing his maiden for their first experience of marital intimacy.

Lesson that you learned from these passages: (summary)

The beloved began not with aggressive or selfish actions, but with tender and confidence building words to his maiden. She had previously doubted her beauty (Song of Solomon 1:5-6); yet he truthfully assured her (doubly so) that she was the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

What will you do? I will would later write, Let the husband render to his wife the affection due her (1 Corinthians 7:3)

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cuties uwu

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Pomegranate seal, why did you choose me

prompt list!

“Why did you choose me?” Hero asks with a little smile. His fingers slide under Doom’s chin, cuddled next to doom where they’re both in the ambrosia pools hidden beneath the castle in the Underworld. A long day of work decidedly means a long rest in the baths, trying to work away some of the stress and soreness. 

“Choose you?” Doom asks, eyes opening to glance down at Hero down the length of his nose.

“You definitely chose me, husband. Don’t be coy.”

Doom hums for a moment, his hand cupping Hero’s side more firmly and pulling him closer, their sides pressed together. “It’s been years since I chose you, Persephone, there are countless reasons why I love you now.”

“Of course, but initially? Why me? You could’ve had anyone at all, my handsome Lord.” Hero grins as Doom snorts at his comment, but touches Doom’s face again, cupping his cheek. “Why me?” he asks softer.

“... I couldn’t stand not to have something so beautiful,” Doom hums. “Greed, and lust, and fear of letting the world lose something like you to the monstrosities that live up on Olympus with masks made to make them look like kind and benevolent strangers. I wanted to keep your precious innocence away from those who would corrupt you, wilt you, my flower.”

Hero’s hair has not been blonde in a long while - not while Hero has the chance to keep it the dark brunette that matches his husband’s, or the mix of the two to show his own transition between Underworld and Overworld. He’s changed so much since he came to Hades, with two children, his friends, the gardens. Cerberus, even. Especially Doom himself.

“It’s likely not the romantic answer that you wanted to hear,” Doom sounds a bit embarrassed now, reaching up to gently scratch his neck. “It’s my own flaws that caused me to keep you like a trapped bird, Persephone. I fell in love with you, but not the love I feel now - a sick, twisted fantasy of keeping you innocent and pure while being able to do what I pleased with you. It was not a good reason why I wanted you, my love.”

Hero watches him, blinking intermittently before he just smiles, leaning up to press a kiss to Doom’s cheek. “At least you’re honest. And you like me more now, don’t you?”

Doom’s face turns a soft pink, and he’ll grin toothily. “More than you know.”