#female disney villain

[disneyvillainsinlove]

I still remember this request haha. TY cosmic. This man neeeeds treats om nom noms, num nums hehe. It is adorable and addictive watching Hook’s mustache move when he eats.

Since Hook loves to be babied and pampered. I was wondering what it would look like to have Captain Scarlett feed him a cuppycake or something sweet xD 🙌❤️

Annalicia: It would look a little something like this, but fair warning, Jafar is a bit of a jealous man. He does have a very charming boyfriend after all! 😂

Annalicia: Don't worry though! He'll cool off eventually. 😄✨

[disneyvillainsinlove]

《 ☆ Character sheet ☆ 》 SelfShip

Name: Scarlett Elizabeth Bonny aka Scarlett Darkharbor; The Deadly

Hero or Villain: Female Villain of Neverland

Species: Necromancer

Occupation:Pirate. Was once Captain of her own crew to The Black Skull, now Vice Captain to Hook's crew

Status: Married to Captain James Hook

Children: None

Age: 37

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Height: 5'6

Hair color: Blue Black, goes down to her rear, wavy curly

Eye color: A vibrant Purple

General appearance: Hour glass figure

Personality: proper, well mannered, she's a sweet heart to those who deserve it, malevolent, protective, dangerous, extremely loving to her husband, multitalented, has a great sense of humor, intellectual, intelligent, deadly

Abilities: Able to understand the pixie Lang, artist, bellydancer, writer, able to raise the dead, crewmates, sea creatures, undead dragons etc, dark magic

Skills: sword fighting, combat, shooting range, necromancy, killing and disemboweling, using her charm; seductive,trickery

Dislikes: Peter Pan, children in general, anyone who back talks to her or gets in her or her husband's way, snobbish females, any crewmates who disobey

Weapons: flintlock pistol, cutlass, rapier, double barrel pistol, thigh daggers

Backstory: Scarlett was one out of many Captains from the Neverland pirate clans. She is a notorious pirate, having pillage and plunder other ships in battle and other areas within Neverland, she always carries a lucky doubloon on her, passed down from her father and has quite the luck with finding treasure.Her ship was called the Black Skull. Unfortunately, a few years ago, when her crew was sailing through Ship Wreck Bay they stumbled upon a Kraken attack, she lost her crew and ship and was the only survivor, she didn't stumble upon Captain Hook until after the events, including after Hook killed tic tock, in which they became aquatinted with eachother in a cafe in Pixie Hollow. (The shortened version)

[cyberphuck]

You’re at Disney villains meet up and realize some creep has been following you all day. The event is wrapping up and you have to walk to your car alone. This is an informal gathering (so you’re not interrupting Ursula signing autographs or anything), but you have not been introduced to anyone there. Assuming everyone there speaks your language, who do you ask for help?

(You can only ask one person and you and she will be alone— no minions. also let’s assume that the only things you can fight with are ones already attached to your body: teeth, fists, claws and prosthetic limbs. I’m excluding overpowered characters like Maleficent for obvious reasons. Also there are only so many poll slots, sorry.)

Leave your reasoning in the tags!

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Chapter 9: Drought

Sybille took hold of his hand in both of hers, watching for some fleeting sign of softness in his unwavering gaze. "Surely I can be of some use to you."

... He was struck momentarily dumb, part of his brain screaming at him to deny her foolish request (too risky to bring her into the company of the royal council and the king's courtiers, after all this time and planning), and another, smaller part of him longing to cave in, to coax forth a smile, to make her trust in him again.

He grimaced to himself as he made his way back to his chambers... this could take all night.

[hrefna-the-raven]

Hot as Hades

Misc. Masterlist - Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Words: 1933

Summary: You're finally having your first date with the Lord of the Dead

Warnings: smut (18+)

Chapter 3 - Third base

As the sun set behind the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the forest, Hades emerged from the shadows with smoldering eyes and enigmatic smile, extending his hand towards you.

"Shall we, my dear?"

A mix of curiosity and nervousness cursed through your body as you took Hades' hand and were whisked away into the heart of the underworld. You descended through the winding caverns, passing by lost souls and flickering flames, until you reached a looming castle bathed in ethereal glow. In the midst of a large room, Hades had prepared a romantic set up. A quaint black stone table adorned with flickering candles and delicate blue flowers awaited you, while the soothing melody of a harp played softly in the background. It was a scene straight out of a fairytale despite the fact that you were in the underworld. As you sat down, Hades poured two glasses of a strange purple liquid and raised his glass in a toast.

"To our first date", he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and affection.

A soft blush spread across your cheeks as you raised your glass to meet his. The first sip of the drink sent a shockwave of pleasure through your senses. The taste was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, surpassing even the finest delicacies in your realm.

"Wow, this is...wow!", you exclaimed, unable to contain your awe.

"Nectar of the gods, babe, or at least as close as it could get without the real thing, which of course, would make you immortal and break every rule my stupid brother so carelessly set up and we wouldn't want that, would we? At least not while getting caught", he winked at you, "anyway, I'm sure you won't find anything like that in your mortal realm", he chuckled, his amusement reflecting in the mischievous glimmer of his eyes.

"So, I don't wanna be rude but, uhm, do you", you waved your hands around while almost clumsily spilling your drink, desperately trying to articulate your question without voicing it.

"Do this often?", Hades finished your sentence.

You quickly nodded, gulping down the rest of your drink nervously which caused him to burst out into a sad laughter.

"Oh darling, I don't know if I should feel honoured, sad or amused at the fact that you actually think someone mortal or immortal would want to date me", he suppressed sob by emptying his cup before he continued, "although there was that short fling with Persephone, which was absolutely not as bad as people tell it to be, no kidnapping involved I swear", he held up his hands innocently.

As the conversation continued, Hades revealed more fragments of his, admittedly sad, past, his responsibilities as the Ruler of the underworld and the sacrifices he had to endure due to his job rarely granting him any spare time, which, despite his divine nature, granted him an undeniable humanity. He spoke of his yearning for connection and affection, the emptiness he felt within the confines of his realm.

With each passing moment, the atmosphere grew more intoxicating. The combination of Hades' allure and the nectar seemed to fortify that unbreakable bond of desire, affection and undeniable attraction. Before you knew it, you got up from your seat, your feet carrying you over to Hades' spot, the fire between your thighs growing as your hand found his toga, delicate fingers digging deep into the fabric as you pulled him down, your lips crashing on his. Hades' body tensed, the unexpected gesture sparked an arousal deep within, tearing him between succumbing to the temptation and take you right here and the cautious urge to resist as, deep down, he feared to indulge in anything that granted him even the slightest hint of happiness. But you were so eager to please your god, a fire of love burning bright through the darkest of the night, slowly warming him up, gradually thawing the icy walls surrounding his shattered heart and erasing the remnants of doubt that plagued his soul for aeons. His muscles finally relaxed as his last will of resistance burnt away and he melted into the kiss, his large hands snaking around your waist and lifted you on the table before he finally broke the kiss first, whispering your name with a raspy voice.

"Lord Hades", you pleaded, pecking his lips, "please."

"Please what, babe", Hades smirked, his resolve to resist your allure continuously fading.

"Let me worship you", you almost begged but Hades merely chuckled.

His slender fingers delicately lifted the fabric of your peplos, gradually revealing your legs and then your bare, dripping folds.

"Oh darling, planned ahead for this? And already so eager and wet", he chuckled, parting your legs even wider as he trailed kisses along the tender flesh of your inner thigh.

You whimpered when he abruptly stopped, his touch avoiding your delicate folds while you could still feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. You wriggled your hips, hoping he would continue and finally grant you the touch you so desperately craved but instead the god let out a dark chuckle, his fingers wrapping around your legs and pulling you towards him as his tongue pressed against your clit, turning your gasp of surprise into a sinful moan. Hades growled against your wetness, skillfully exploring every contour of your folds, teasing your sensitive spot before gently caressing it. You didn't know why these few licks almost instantly sent you over the edge, perhaps it was because he was a god or maybe it was due to his lips and tongue feeling hotter than any mortals, like a scorching fire tenderly caressing your delicate skin, a thrilling pleasure that danced dangerously close to pain. As your hand instinctively moved towards his head, eager for more, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand in place and his head lifted from between your legs.

"Babe, you know I'm hot", he spoke with a suppressed chuckle, "don't burn yourself."

With a simple snap of his fingers, his toga vanished into thin air and Hades pressed his naked body against yours, rubbing his erection against your clit and while a wave of curiosity tempted you to glance down at the god's cock grinding against you, his hand gently grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze

"No babe, your god wants you to look at him while he grants you this divine pleasure", he whispered, his voice filled with desire as he kept moving, swallowing his own needy moans.

His gaze was fixed on you, searching for the truth he desperately desired. Despite the confirmation from the Fates that you loved him, doubts lingered in his mind, urging him to scrutinise your every move. He suppressed his own desire as he delved into the depths of your soul, seeking any hint of deception. Yet, all he discovered was the overwhelming love and longing you harboured for him. The room was filled with a symphony of his grunts and your moans, as your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, your name hanging delicately on his lips as he ground against your wetness a few more times, pushing both of you towards the inevitable mind-shattering orgasm. You felt the heat of his release on your skin as your own wave of pleasure washed over you, your legs trembling while you tried to catch your breath.

"Allow me....", Hades' composed demeanour wavered for a moment, "allow me to clean this up."

A faint gray smoke engulfed your body and it vanished quickly after, along with all the traces of your, so to say divine, intervention. You trailed your fingers over the soft fabric of his toga as your eyes wandered up, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"Didn't you want to do...a bit....more?", you asked teasingly.

Hades laughed, nudging your shoulder before he cupped your cheek and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

"My little flower, my little bird", he grinned, your name slipping from his mouth in an amused yet alluring tone, "this is, technically, our first date and you tempted me already to move to third base, which, honestly, was far beyond my initial plan for the evening. I mean, hello?!", he chuckled nervously, "I'm not Zeus."

You smirked, jumping off the table before straightening your peplos.

"Mighty Lord of the underworld, tempted and seduced by a mere mortal."

Before the last word completely escaped your lips, you felt a firm grasp on your neck and waist as you were suddenly lifted until your face was at the same level as Hades'.

"If I remember correctly, and I usually do, that tiny mortal couldn't stop moaning her god's name, barely able to resist all the pleasure he was so graciously bestowing upon her."

The crimson hue and warmth that flushed your cheeks became almost overwhelming, requiring every ounce of your strength to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape before he gently placed you back on the ground.

"Come, it's time I'll bring you back before the dead get any stupid ideas and start thinking they could roam the world of the living again."

Within the blink of an eye you found yourself back at the shrine.

"It was a pleasure, babe", Hades grasped your hand tenderly and placed a kiss on top of it, "we can do this again, that is if you'd like to."

"Tomorrow?", the question came out faster and more eager than anticipated, "if your busy schedule will permit it of course."

"For you? Always", he whispered before vanishing back to the underworld.

You let out a content sigh and walked back home. If someone had asked you a few months ago what you planned on doing around this time of year, being eaten out by a god on a table in the underworld wouldn't even have been on your list. And yet here you were, basking in that post-orgasm bliss while your heart raced in excitement as thoughts of Hades consumed your mind. There was something special about him, besides the obvious godhood. He was charming, possessed a certain humour that made you almost die laughing at every joke and you couldn't deny the magnetic pull of his physical appearance. The way his blue flames danced on his head, the subtle blueish-gray tone of his skin that accentuated every sculpted muscle on his well-toned body which you were blessed to witness tonight and the scorching heat of his body, pressed against your soft skin, evoking an irresistible pleasure threatening to devour each and every part of your mind and soul. As you finally reached your home and laid on your bed, a wicked smile graced your lips as you sent a last loving prayer to your god, accompanied by vivid fantasies of him rutting into you on the same table he tasted you not too long ago, just a little teasing, hoping that he'd loose more control and go further on your next date.

A shudder ran down Hades' spine, his cock twitching eagerly as your prayer reached him. He let out a low groan, pressing his fingertips against the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply to regain his composure. Little tease, he mused, pondering how a mere mortal could hold such power over him. His train of thought was abruptly derailed when Pain and Panic burst into the room, their simultaneous shouts jarring Hades' already frayed nerves. In an instant, his patience snapped, and his hair flared up in a fiery red blaze, cascading down his shoulders.

"Whaaaaaaat-is-it-now?!", he bellowed, causing them to immediately fall into silence.

Chapter 4

[femondoetus]

[ciccerone]

Shego by Hyung

[jubileemon]

The Dark Side of Motherhood: Exploring Odalia Blight's Character

Odalia Blight emerges as a particularly controversial figure within 'The Owl House'. She was portrayed as a toxic parent in the animated series, known for her manipulative and controlling behavior towards her youngest daughter, Amity.

Parenting Style

Firstly, Odalia consistently places immense pressure on her children to conform to societal expectations and uphold the family's reputation. This pressure is evident in her treatment of Amity, where she not only dictates her daughter's actions but also attempts to control her personal relationships, especially with Luz. Odalia's interference undermines Amity's autonomy and emotional well-being.

Odalia's insistence on Amity dyeing her hair and her overall treatment of her youngest child are indicative of a desire to control and mold her offspring into an ideal that serves her own interests, rather than nurturing their individuality and happiness. It reflects the broader theme of parental expectations and the pressure to conform to societal norms. Amity's initial act of changing her hair to purple in Season 2 becomes an act of rebellion, signaling her desire to break free from her mother's imposed standards.

Odalia's approach to parenting mirrors that of a strict corporate executive, where success is defined by adhering to a predetermined path, achieving specific goals, and maintaining a carefully crafted public image. The children become pawns in the family's pursuit of societal status, akin to employees serving a company's bottom line.

Her Relationship With Edric and Emira

Odalia's biased treatment towards Emira and Edric, as hinted by Amity, suggests a lack of equal regard for her children. The implication that she is less controlling towards the twins might indicate a perceived favoritism or a different approach in her parenting style.

In return, the twins show a level of distrust and occasional defiance toward Odalia. The revelation that Odalia used them as bargaining chips to ensure their father's compliance sheds light on the transactional nature of their relationship with their mother. The twins' secret opposition to Odalia's actions, such as helping in the rescue mission and supporting Amity's defiance, demonstrates their willingness to challenge their mother when they disagree. Their awareness of Odalia's true nature and recognition of her selfish motives distinguish them from Amity, who initially hoped for a more reasonable resolution.

Toxic Behavior

Odalia Blight's character indeed embodies a deeply toxic and controlling parental figure in "The Owl House." Her arrogant and mean-spirited behavior, coupled with a misanthropic disdain for relationships outside of her perceived societal norms, creates a hostile environment for her family.

By isolating Amity from her friends and criticizing them as less skilled, Odalia attempts to shape Amity's social circle in accordance with her own standards. This tactic not only undermines Amity's autonomy but also perpetuates a toxic environment. Odalia's willingness to consider sparing Amity's friends from expulsion but only if Luz becomes the guinea pig for her abomination product presentation underscores her manipulative nature. This condition puts Luz in a difficult position, using her as leverage.

The implication that Odalia's abominations were designed in a way that poses a threat to Luz's life suggests a level of callousness and disregard for the well-being of those who stand in the way of her ambitions. This goes beyond mere manipulation, entering into a realm of endangering others for personal gain.

While Odalia Blight's acceptance of Amity's lesbian sexuality is a positive aspect in terms of representation, her continued disapproval of Amity's relationship with Luz Noceda reflects a persistent bias. The comment about finding Amity "a new girlfriend that doesn't have wanted posters everywhere" suggests that Odalia prioritizes societal expectations and status over her daughter's happiness.

The detailed account of Odalia Blight's actions paints a compelling picture of her as a deeply manipulative and morally compromised character in "The Owl House." Her abusive tactics towards Amity, utilizing an oracle necklace to control her, and threatening Willow's expulsion to sever their friendship underscore her unscrupulous methods of maintaining control over her daughter's life.

Odalia's influence on Amity's attitudes and beliefs, making her act arrogantly and look down upon those she perceives as less skilled, including Willow, further exacerbates the conflict. This attitude shift puts strain on their friendship, as Amity starts to distance herself from Willow due to the societal expectations imposed by her mother.

Business and Ambitions

As the CEO of Blight Industries, her involvement in abomination production aligns with her ambition for power and influence. The episode "Clouds in the Horizon" further exposes the depth of Odalia Blight's manipulative and self-serving nature. Her decision to unfairly ground her children for merely attempting to understand her secretive preparations for the "Day of Unity" showcases her disregard for their well-being and autonomy.

The revelation that Odalia was aware of Emperor Belos' sinister intentions but chose to prioritize her family's ascent to royalty in the human realm over the lives of countless witches is a chilling confirmation of her ruthlessness. Her confession underlines her lack of empathy and moral compass, emphasizing her willingness to sacrifice the greater good for personal gain.

This twist not only deepens her antagonistic role within the series but also underscores the extent of her moral compromise. Her willingness to sacrifice countless lives for personal gain emphasizes her ruthlessness and lack of empathy, painting her as a character willing to betray even her own kind for the allure of a perceived elevated status.

Odalia's lack of genuine loyalty, using Belos for her own selfish motives, and subsequent attempts to align herself with the Collector showcase her opportunistic nature. The karma she faces, particularly in her humiliation by the Collector, is depicted as a fitting consequence for her past actions.

Odalia's Downfall

The events in "For the Future" and "Watching and Dreaming" showcase a dramatic turn for Odalia Blight's character in "The Owl House." The Collector's ability to manipulate her into servitude adds a layer of poetic justice, highlighting the consequences of her previous actions. Being reduced to performing menial tasks and catering to the whims of the Collector underscores Odalia's fall from her perceived position of power. This plot development serves as a symbolic reflection of the repercussions that often accompany a character's moral shortcomings.

In the series finale, the visual representation of Odalia being left out while Amity and Alador reunite implies a significant shift in family dynamics. The confirmation from series creator Dana Terrace that Alador rightfully divorced Odalia and claimed full custody of their children further underscores the consequences of Odalia's actions.

[just1alien]

🔮

In #AgathaAllAlong, Kathryn Hahn found a whole new side to the MCU villain.

'It was exciting to get under the sass, sarcasm, and taking pleasure in others' pain,' she says. 'There’s something broken under that, big-time.'

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[newkatzkafe2023]

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[cartoondrawer]

Female Villains:

Gaslight 💄

Gatekeep 🪻

Girlboss 🌸

[sleepingdeath-light]

watch ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (22/07/23)

word count ; 100

content ; sexually explicit content, mirror sex

fandom ; disney animated films / sleeping beauty

pairing ; maleficent x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Maleficent always makes you watch your reflection when she’s ruining you. Scolding you for doing as little as closing your eyes when the pleasure starts to get too much or averting your gaze when the sight of the bright purple strap disappearing into your soaking cunt became too flustering — she wants you to see yourself get destroyed and you try your best to comply.

Watching obediently, eagerly, as she turns you into a dumb, brainless mess — fucking the thoughts from your brain until only that one command is left. Until all you can do is stare and whimper and cum.

[tanisketches]

[best-female-villain-tournament]

QUARTERFINAL B

(Will add more if more are sent through)

Submitted Propaganda:

Delilah Briarwood:

Possible spoilers - Hot necromancer cultist. Literally dies and comes back in the og campaign either 3 or 4 times. Her husband died and she sold her soul to a wannabe god of undeath to bring him back as a vampire. They then slaughtered the entire family of one of the main characters to steal the throne of a city-state and turn it into a wasteland. (Said main character also made a deal with an actual demon just to ensure revenge on her and Sylus)

Vox Machina has faced cabals of ancient dragons and half-ascended gods, but the Briarwoods have always been the villains that haunt the story from introduction to even their most recent one-shot return to the group. I won’t even get into all of the graphically evil shit Delilah’s done (do not ask about the sun tree.) she’s so villainous and despicable and she has to win or she’ll turn every other contestant into a mindless zombie for pike trickfoot to obliterate in an awesome entrance

Yzma:

N/A

[hrefna-the-raven]

Hot as Hades

Masterlist

Words: 2154

Chapter 1 - Call me with a prayer

Summary: You always prayed to Hades and one night, he finally answered your prayers

Warnings: none, just cuteness and love

More and more people assembled for the festivities of Chtonia. Instead of partaking in the customary rituals like the rest, you chose to venture alone into the neighbouring forest. Your ebony peplos gracefully swayed in the gentle evening breeze as you strolled, held together by a sapphire belt that accentuated your form. Clasped tightly in your grasp was an amphora brimming with the finest wine as you navigated through the thick foliage. You had always been somewhat of a solitary soul, finding solace in the company of animals and the natural world rather than in the presence of others. Therefore, it came as no surprise that you would also pay homage to the gods in seclusion, or more specifically, one particular deity. Your steps came to a halt in front of a weathered shrine, a small wooden box housing an intricate statuette of Hades. Since your earliest memories, you had felt an inexplicable pull towards the ruler of the underworld, without understanding why or needing to know. For years, you had frequented this shrine, engaging in conversations with the god. Though he never responded, it mattered not to you; you continued to visit and converse with him nevertheless.

Little did you know that the ruler of the underworld listened to every single one of your prayers. You intruiged him, becoming a pleasant diversion from his daily dealings with the departed. Initially, he was cautious, as no one had ever approached him solely to pray without seeking something in return. Whether it was the resurrection of a loved one or an extension of their own lifespan, prayers were never simple or genuine acts of devotion, at least not for him. That was a luxury that was only granted to the other gods. Of course, he expected the same from you in the beginning, you were only human and mortal after all. However, as years went by, you continued to visit his shrine, offering prayers without any ulterior motives. And until this moment, you had never asked for anything in return, you simply came to talk, and boy, did you have a way of doing so. The jokes you cracked would have made him drop dead laughing, figuratively speaking. While you strolled through the forest, Hades was captivated by your presence, completely engrossed in observing you from the underworld, as Pain and Panic entered the throne room, arguing about who's turn it was to confess their mistake first. Panic suddenly grew silent and nudged Pain, pointing towards Hades, too engrossed in observing you to even notice his minions. Pain let out an amused giggle and stepped forward.

"Your most lugubriousness", he bowed, "are you watching the mortal again?"

Before Hades could respond, Panic interjected, approaching Pain with an impish grin.

"Ah you know the boss got the major hots for her", he could barely contain his smirk, "isn't that right, boss? When are you gonna talk to her? She prays to you for years now."

Hades' hair flaired up and turned a fiery orange before he quickly rushed his hands through, calming the flames until they turned blue again.

"Guys, guys, guys...you know the rules my stupid brother set up", he sighed, "no interaction is permitted until the mortal pleads for a favour."

"But if she does ask something, anything", Pain victoriously pointed his finger up.

"You could appear and talk to her, ask her on a date, boss", Panic finished the idea.

Hades was about to answer when his eyes fell back on you as you kneeled in front of the shrine, holding up the amphora.

"Wouldn't it be far more delightful to share this fine wine with you instead of pouring it to the ground in your name? I'd definitely prefer that", you playfully teased as you removed the cork.

"Boss, she's asking for something! She wants something from you!", exclaimed in a nervous tandem before they blinked and looked around the throne room, "where did he go?"

Just as you were about to pour the wine on the ground, goosebumps formed on your skin and the air around you seemed to shift.

"Baboom. Name is Hades, lord of the dead, hi, howya doin'?", a smooth voice resonated from the dissipating smoke that materialised out of thin air.

As the smoke cleared, a towering, muscular man stood before you, his piercing yellow eyes stared right into your soul. Your gaze trailed over his form, a gasp escaping your lips as you took in his bluish-gray skin and the blue flames crowning his head. Stunned, you found yourself unable to move as the amphora slipped from your grasp but instead of the sound of shattering ceramic, silence met your ears and it levitated toward the god's waiting hands, a mischievous smirk adorning his face as he held it before him.

"My sweet", he winked at you, "it would be shame to throw this on the ground, especially after you mentioned wanting to share it with", he took a few steps closer to you as he leaned down to face you directly, "me."

Hades' smug exterior was the perfectly constructed façade, hiding his crumbling confidence. Question: am I mortified? Answer: yes! What will she say? She will be either afraid or disgusted, either way, this will not work in your favour. He blinked a few times, trying to silence his own thoughts, until he felt your hand on his face. Your fingers trailed up his cheek, brushing against his hair as you observed him with curiosity. But when your fingers got too close to the flames on his head, you quickly pulled them back in pain.

"Ouch", you almost laughed as you licked the burnt fingertips, "one can truly say, you're hot as Hades."

And at that very instant, the mind of the god ceased all function, undergoing a painful shutdown in order to reassess the situation. Throughout the ages, he had revealed himself to countless individuals and witnessed a myriad of reactions, yet not a single mortal had ever responded quite like you did. You just casually not only touched him but also made an admittedly funny joke. Clearing his throat, he snapped his fingers, and in an instant, both of you found yourselves seated on a blanket in the heart of a forest clearing, beneath a breathtakingly clear night sky adorned with shimmering stars. Hades proceeded to pour you a goblet of wine.

"So let's embark on the delightful task of sharing of this finer beverage. What do you mortals fancy these days? Actually, never mind. Don't spoil, I have to try this myself", he remarked as he took a sip from his own chalice.

He hummed at the pleasant taste flodding his mouth, eyes falling shut for a moment as he tried to ignore the rapid beating of his heart in your presence.

"So uhm", you shyly began, peering at him, "how are things in the underworld?"

Great, you mentally scolded yourself, you finally get the chance to talk to your god and this is the best you could come up with?

"Well, they're just fine. You know, a little dark, a little gloomy. And, as always, hey, full of dead people. What are you gonna do?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, secretly pondering whether he was simply being polite or if the ruler of the underworld truly shared your sense of humor.

"Come up here and share some wine and jokes with a tiny mortal?", you playfully countered, raising your goblet in invitation.

"Well the dead certainly aren't going anywhere, so what kind of god would I be if I didn't set aside some time from my busy schedule to spend an evening with my most devoted follower?"

You quickly nibbled at your wine, trying to conceal the blush that crept onto your cheeks. The tales circulating about the lord of the underworld were plentiful, none of them portraying him in a favourable light. However, it suddenly struck you that none of these stories had taken the time to truly understand the god sitting next to you. You knew better than to assume that he was only nice and fun based solely on a few pleasantries exchanged, but it also seemed unlikely that he was the monstrous figure painted by the people.

"Here's to Lord Hades, the ruler of the underworld, the lord of the dead, and quite possibly the most handsome god I've encountered thus far", you sincerely smiled at him as you finished another goblet, toasting his name and hoping he wouldn't hold that bold compliment against you.

"Babe, I'm the only god you've met so far."

"But I've seen the statues of the others and meh", you shook your head, "nothing that would shake my acropolis if you catch my drift."

The god burst into a boisterous laughter in response to your remark. After all those years of listening to you, he cherished the warmth of your presence. The way your gaze explored him, brimming with awe and, he could swear, a trace of desire, made him feel woozy on the inside, a weird feeling he hadn't felt in, well, never actually. Time with you slipped away too swiftly, and when Hades caught sight of the sunrise, he let out a melancholic sigh. He took your hand, helped you up and with a snip of his fingers, you found yourself back at the shrine.

"I really enjoyed this, Lord, I mean, my god, Hades", you mumbled, unsure of how to express to an actual god that you yearned for more time together.

My god....my...that one little word, its weight pulling not only his mind in but also his heart which seemed to gravitate around your mortal being, unable to pull away again. Hades shook his head, nervously running his hand through his flaming hair.

"Well, gotta blaze. I have a whole underworld down there waiting for me, so see you around and don't forget to offer your prayers to your one and only", he winked before he disappeared into thin air, leaving behind only a faint trail of dark smoke where he had been standing.

A satisfied grin spread across your lips, your heart fluttering at the mere thought of having spent an entire night with a god. You hummed a sweet tune as you made your way back home, passing the still ongoing festivities. You chuckled at their efforts to please the gods while a small prayer of you summoned the Lord of the underworld himself.

Hades didn't return to the underworld but went back to the clearing, pacing around as the thoughts of the night lingering in his mind. You were a tiny mortal, he was a god, an immortal being, your life would be over within the blink of an eye and then your soul would be floating in the river Styx, for all eternity for him to watch. It would be torment, and he despised torment, at least when it came to himself. He had no qualms inflicting his favourite methods of torture on others. He groaned, his hands rubbing across his face, trying to push away that growing warmth within his chest.

"Well well well", a female voice spoke, causing Hades to spin around, "when I sensed the call of love, I certainly wasn't expecting to find you."

"Aphrodite", Hades huffed, "fancy meeting you here. Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"Oh Hades", the goddess giggled, "the Lord of the underworld in love, and with a mortal no less. How could I be anywhere else when I can revel in taunting you?"

Aphrodite stepped closer, playfully poking her finger into Hades' chest.

"Don't fight it, you won't be able to ignore your love, it has already grown too much."

Hades' hair flared up, fiery orange flames engulfing his neck and shoulders as he suppressed a scream. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, attempting to compose himself while Aphrodite merely chuckled with amusement.

"WHAAAT ARE...? Okay, fine, fine. I'm cool. I'm fine", he grumbled, shooting an irritated glare at the goddess, "I'm.not.in.love."

Although his voice appeared calm, the underlying strain of anger was evident.

"Just savour the moment, my dear", Aphrodite waved at him, "oh and by the way, courtesy of yours truly", she winked at him, mockingly bowing her head, "the mortal loves you too."

And with those words, she disappeared. Hades rolled his eyes; he would never admit it, but she was right. If he set aside his pride and delved deep enough into his corrupted black oozing heart, he would have to acknowledge that the affection and curiosity he felt for you went beyond mere fondness and the fact that you seemed to feel the same way was both worrying and reassuring. Although, for now, he was content to just observe you, spend some time together and see what would unfold and, if possible, hide it from the other gods, they were insufferable enough as it is.

Chapter 2

[femondoetus]

Shego by Yakiti