#hades and persephone tbt.

[lightcreators]

@moonshinemuses​

Misty  times  that  had  erupted  from  a  particular  chessboard  had  never  ended:  nor  that  mist  made  future  prospects  complicated,  where  a  constant  presence  hadn’t  been  enough  to  hold  a  king  slowly  decaying  in  his  distress;  nor  rain  of  suffering  to  which  a  meeting  in  a  chessboard  of  a  persistent  rain  had  left  no  light.  Perhaps  it  was  due  to  this  habit  ingrained  for  years  now,  in  this  long  period  of  a  rivalry  on  high  spheres  in  which  he  had  played  role  of  a  mastermind,  that  he  offered  an  amused  smile.  A  present  temptation  to  use  sarcastic  sentences,  to  assert  mimics  of  derision,  to  take  advantage  of  this  short  moment  to  engulf  himself  in  playfulness  appear  on  his  lips,  which  were  simply  closed  in  a  simple  smirk.  The  Underground  always  had  been  lonely  without  her,  and  he  passed  so  many  centuries  removed  of  her  presence  old  habits  no  longer  managed  to  show  through  as  before  …  replaced  themselves  by  others  customs  anchored  inside  his  behavior,  to  which  open  echo  of  his  heart  was  an  expression  known  only  to  her  …  and  of  the  kid  whose  keen  gaze  he  could  neither  avoid  nor  his  spectacular  comprehension  of  his  noble  self  in  every  corner.  Inside  ancient  times,  when  barriers  of  his  heart  had  been  untouched  and  never  damaged,  perception  of  that  latent  sadness  wouldn’t  endlessly  controlled  for  be  less  guessed.  That  part  of  himself  that  he  lose,  that  fragmented  lock  which  he  had  rendered  unreachable except  for  his  Queen  had  been  forcibly  destroyed  could  never  find  sufficient  healing  or  strong  protection to  be  reassured  on  guarantee  of  the  lock  installed:  he  had  in  his  concerns  of  this  immortal  and  a  worrying  look  of  witches,  without  feeling  any  relief.  Though,  not  everything  was  about  responsabilities,  when  his  mind  couldn’t  hardly  wander.  He  had  always  eyes  about  evolution  of  Lelouch  vi  Britannia  path,  when  regardless  absence  of  an  presence  and  constant  mocking  voice  in  his  ears,  he  remained  that  silent  presence  protecting  him  from  danger,  but  couldn’t  remove  this  guilt  eating  him  within  except  to  be  this  compassionate  shoulder  whose  tender  affection  he  would  refuse  even  now.  He  was  unable  to  temporarily  forget  the  kid  in  his  thoughts,  to  whom  his  trust  was  becoming  hesitant  on  any  magnificent  display  he  could  honor  his  presence,  and  feared  that  he  would  see  him  again  considering  the  Underground  as  a  holiday  club  in  which  he  could  do  anything  he  wanted  —  like  sitting  on  his  throne  when  he  was  away  or  risking  mocking  Thanatos.  Beyond  having  to  think  of  this  kid  in  a  broad  perspective  his  divine  reassurance  brought  little  results  —  between  constant  thoughts  of  fear  of  being  ignored,  and  occasional  remarks  in  distortion  of  his  behavior  in  grudge  of  sensation  of  having  been  forgotten  …    ❝  Here  you  are  again  at  home  ~ ☆  ❞  He  welcomed  her  playfully  and  brightfully,  even  if  he  sensed  his  hues  of  joy  were  more  measured  and  still  had  heaviness  of  his  pain.    ❝  We’ve  waited  long  enough  for  this  moment,  haven’t  we  ?    ❞  He  asked  rhetorically.  For  a  brief  moment,  germination  of  an  idea  of  a  party  appeared  in  his  mind,  nevertheless  had  lost  that  urge  for  a  long  time,  to  be  suddenly  resurrected  in  an  occassion  …  however,  although  it  seemed  plausible  in  the  means,  these  fragments  of  illusions  would  shatter  further.  In  front  of  her,  he  could  allow  himself  a  pout  of  displeasure  at  realization  that  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  be  all  smiles  at  a  party  —  although  that  dark  world  of  the  Underground  would  have  a  temporary  enchanted  opening.  Although  the  kid  knew  how  to  give  Halloween  honor  by  giving  bloody  candies  to  a  certain  Witch  of  Origins  to  whom  the  witches  laughter  of  approval  was  an  macabre  melody  …  Sometimes  he  considered  this  as  an  indirect  praise  to  his  honor  from  this  kid,  even  if,  unfortunately,  his  amused  observatory  had  received  some  aftereffects  from  his  little  games.    ❝  I’m  glad  you  came  to  enjoy  your  husband’s  company~  I  was  ready  to  throw  you  a  party  to  light  up  the  Underground  a  bit,  however  I  doubt  I  have  right  mood  for  it  …  well,  I  didn’t  no  desire  to  have  to  justify  myself  to  Hypnos  and  Thanatos  again.  Recently,  express  requests  haven’t  stopped,  it’s  so  endless  that  I  prefer  to  distort  that  pressure.  He’s  the  kid  out  there,  he  needs  my  attention  twenty-four  hours  a  day  in  his  time.    ❞

[lightcreators]

Persephone  always  had  been  inside  his  thoughts.  Lately  represented  an  density  of  years  he  hadn't  counted  :  possibly  thousands  of  years  considering  the  time  between  the  modern  period  they  were  (  in  which  he  didn't  officially  experienced  regardless  to  be  already  acknoweldged  within  that  time  period  )  and  the  18th  century  in  which  he  had  been  reincarnated,  during  that  moment  when  the  longing  of  her  had  been  remembered.  Himself  was  amused  by  that  use  of  that  term.  Lately.  As  there  was  an  time  when  he  didn't  think  about  her,  about  them.  Only,  issues  he  had  with  one  kid  inscreased  all  the  thoughts.  He  missed  his  wife  at  his  side.  He  missed  her  presence  inside  the  Underworld.  He  disliked  how  Hypnos  and  Thanatos  had  been  trying  to  distract  his  attention  with  something  else,  within  the  Illusion  he  had  losing  himself.  In  which  when  lying  fragments  had  been  allowed  to  be  shattered  apart ,  his  loneliness  hit  him  horribly.  ❝  Strange  question  coming  from  you.  You  know  you  always  inside  my  thoughts,  even  single  day,  even  single  moment  when  I'm  away.  ❞  In  which  manner  he  was  supposed  to  take  how  Phobos  helped  their  reunion,  and  Deimos  would  do  anything  for  annoy  him  with  her  absence  was  something  he  didn't  truthfully  thought  right  away.  Phobos  was  doing  everything  for  bring  somewhere  happiness  to  him  in  exchange  of  an  eternal  guarantee  he  would  be  safe  of  whatever  threat  of  Thanatos  ---  when  Deimos  will  not  given  any  choice  to  express  an  negative  answer  of  that  request,  if  he  ever  wanted  to  deny  it.  ❝  Your  temperament  is  sorely  lacking  in  the  Underworld.  My  happiness  of  seeing  Thanatos  decomposed  emotions,  emergence  of  your  garden,  all  these  moments  just  between  us.  ❞  It  had  been  hundreds  of  years  since  he  had  seen  her  again,  nevertheless,  he  still  remained  the  same  admirable  God  who  didn't  want  to  force  anything.  He  would  have  enough  reasons  to  complain  about  his  brother  regarding  this  distant  compromise  that  a  kid  was  willing  to  screw  up  so  that  he  would  have  the  last  word for his happiness.

@lightcreators sent: ❛ i've been thinking about us a lot lately. ❜ ( hades @ persephone )

Persephone was playing with the flowers in her garden. The small area that was for just her & Hades. Even if their children can come to this area, they tend to avoid it for their parents privacy. So when she heard him behind, Persephone wasn't scared by his voice or anything coming this way. "Have you now?" She asked, moving to stand up and turning toward him. "Finally being home, being in her safe area, "What about us, my love?" She asked.

[misfitsandmusings]

Trafalgar Law: Verses, Wishlist, Fave Ships, etc.

♡ Main (Canon): Corresponding with the events of the anime/manga, canon-compliant. Interactions set between Sabaody and Zou preferred (my grasp on Wano is pretty poor because I speed-read the entire manga in two months and I retained very little from most of it. To revisit at a later date.) Open to exploring pre-Sabaody timeline and I love canon-divergent AUs.

♡ Heartverse: "What If" canon-divergent AU built with @climatact, in which: Bellemere lived, Nami became a marine, Law had an extra year with Cora-san as a child and their travels to find a cure for Law brought them to the East where their paths crossed with Bellemere and her two daughters. A chance encounter on an island in the Grand Line years later upends the trajectory of both of their lives. Tagged: ♡ // verse: heartverse ; || Ships: LawNa ♡

Heartverse series of events: during the 2-year timeskip, Law crosses paths with Marine!Nami on an island in the Grand Line (the first time they’ve seen each other since he visited her island when he was 11.) A mutual attraction/curiosity upon their reunion leads to a one-night-turned-two stay in a fancy hotel, a jewelry store heist that results in Nami leaving her unfulfilling career behind to join his pirate crew, and an unexpected addition to their lives. Following Law’s appointment as a Shichibukai, the two head back to her home in the East until baby Cora-chan makes her appearance. She’s later left in the care of Nojiko and Bellemere while the two travel to Punk Hazard. After the run-in with the Straw Hats, Nami still ends up joining as their navigator and the two, although married, sail on in pursuit of their individual goals.

♡ Tangerine Trysts: A spin-off of a spin-off; another take on Heartverse in which Law and Nami's initial background (meeting as kids, Bellemere living, Nami becoming a marine) stays the same but Law and Nami run into each other on Sabaody, again at Marineford, and carry on an relationship of sorts while she remains a marine. || Ships: LawNa ♡

♡ Currently Untitled Godverse: AU built with @climatact based on a shared appreciation for the tale of Hades & Persephone, ft. Law as the god of the Underworld and Nami as a mortal living in some of the hardest times the mortal realm has ever seen. Tagged: ♡ // godverse tbt ; || Ships: LawNa ♡

♡ Godverse Spin-off: the “closer to the actual tale of Hades and Persephone but still not quite” take. In which a god takes a liking to the pretty mortal woman he met when business brought him to the mortal realm. || Ships: LawNa

Working On (or would like to explore): a BSD verse, maaaaybe a Demon Slayer verse!

Haven't worked out the details yet but I'd love to explore a "Cora-san lived" AU where Law did not hand over Rosinante's message to THE ONE marine he should not have. (FU Vergo.)

Have also been toying with something where Law, possibly in a modern verse or maybe some fantasy/non-OP setting, actually dabbles in trading hearts for a business; i.e. he'll grant a wish but the price is your heart.

Law Wishlist / Ship Stuff:

Opportunities for him to treat/tend to people - scenarios where even if it's not someone he particularly likes, they need advice or medical attention and he's the only one around to provide it.

Middle of the night interactions since Law's sleeping patterns are abysmal. One or both muses waking up from a nightmare? Lots on their mind? Enjoying the quiet?

As much as I love angst and drama and traumatized characters, Law could use some happy times, so I'm always up for exploring what-ifs where any of his lost loved ones survived.

Ships: My favorite Law ship is Law x Nami. I'm always down to write it, but will not force it on any Namis of course. Other ships I'm intrigued by include Law x Zoro, Law x Robin, and Law x Luffy (I generally see Luffy as an aro/ace icon BUT this is literally the only ship I see potential for for him). However, just because something isn't listed here doesn't mean I won't entertain it. I'm basically shipping trash, although I tend not to to ship him with any of his crewmates and will not ship him with Mingo or Cora-san.

Mandatory disclaimer that I love, love, love AUs - if you'd ever be interested in working on one together, whether it's based on a canon-divergent 'what if?' or an entirely new world/story, SHOUT AT ME ABOUT IT. I also love finding ways to interact in each other's verses, so if you have a verses page I'll definitely check it out -- and if you're interested at all in hopping into one of mine, just let me know!

Have an idea for your verse you want to play out? Tell me about it!

[kayuwerott]

My Classical #Music

Thanks to Hypever Streams Surrounded by best Composers ever: Brahms, Dvorak, Mozart, Mendelssohn, Schubert, Vivaldi, Chopin, Beethoven and more.

My Track: No.1 / Oramee pi, Kay Uwe Rott

#คัลแลน #อีซอนคยุน #الدبوس #PorDee #Tbt #TBSラジオ #ViolaComeilmare2 #NetflixTH #HBOMax #LiveYourOwnLife #fypシ #MOONBIN #newsおかえり #NewMusic2024 #moodx #NewMusicFriday #LOUDWIN #MusicDiscovery #Spotify_BEFIRST #mood #music #fridayvibes #art #likeforlikes #followforfollowback #loveyou #linkinbio #spotifyplaylist #spotifymusic #Hades #persephone #ancient #greece #goddess

[singofus-a]

@ichoric​ asked: ‘ come to bed, love. ‘ persephone’s used to her husband working late, but she’s waited long enough. her one arm reaches out from the doorway. ‘ i don’t feel well. i need you there. ‘

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

Hades had promised his wife that he would make it on time to bed unless the Underworld would fall apart otherwise. Yet tonight he’d gotten too distracted and forgot the pace of time. Glancing at the clock she’d given him, his eyebrows furrowed to see it that late already. He felt he’d hardly gotten anything done today. Yet her in the doorway reaching out to him was not a sight he could just dismiss freely.

As soon as she said she was not feeling well, his work was being stacked neatly on his desk before he rose from his chair and came straight over to her. A hand sought her forehead immediately as he tried to see if he should call a doctor.

“Not feeling well? Are you nauseous?” He asked her, his other hand taking hers in assurance. “Shall I have tea fetched?”

[fourmarksmage]

@thegreatstrongbow​ asked: “Dark Queen”

Send “Dark King/Queen” for a Royal Hades and Persephone AU. | accepting

Yennefer liked the Underworld. It suited her. People rarely wanted to interfere with the affairs of the dead, which left her relatively pleased to have no one breathing down her neck about what she was or wasn’t supposed to do. And while she could lose herself in work and research, a particular time of year gave her an overriding reason to shirk some of her responsibilities in the name of other impulses. She headed towards the entrance to the Underworld, just as she caught sight of Beleg entering, a smile flashing on her expression. “Feels like the winter drags on longer and longer every year.”

[sparenonearchived]

I'm gonna be that person but....I want the cliche hades/persephone plot but done correctly.

[earthlyincarnations]

[lightcreators]

Later.  It  had  always  had  seemed  the  best  manner  of  describing  an  absence,  because,  within  that  word,  there  was  an  following  hope  concerning  how  the  absence  would  be  temporary.  Goodbye  was  an  term  in  which  he  came  one  timeline  and  one  life  ago  in  combo  to  loathing  from  his  entire  being,  since  none  of  them  had  been  done  within  conditions  he  should  have  lived  it.  He  lose  an  brother  without  his  knoweldge,  gain  an  revenge  in  which  he  had  been  imagining  over  an  village,  and  at  this  moment  ---  part  of  his  existence  fallen  apart,  but  cruetly  was  merely  an  foreshadowing  exposed  down  his  face  in  middle  of  his  existence  …  he  would  have  to  get  thought  it  another  time,  inside  most  crueler  manner,  as  observer  of  the  landscape.  There  was  Claude.  It  hadn't  been  him  who  had  say  goodbye  to  him  though  ---  he  didn't  remember  have  managed  to  overcome  that  pain  one  single  time  within  his  old  body.  It  had  been  the  demon  who  decided  to  cut  ties   ---  though  slow  death, slow  suffering,  slow  destruction  of  his  soul  before found another bright sunlight who dissolved in front of his eyes … 

He  had  been  silently  understood,  as  much  circumstances  who  pushed  her  to  be  away  temporary  concerned  family  business,  there  must  be  Thanatos  presence  along  the  way.  It  won't  be  a  surprise  for  someone  wearing  the  God  of  the  Underground  position  as  an  delicate  jacket  on  his  shoulders,  that  he  almost  forgot  that  it  was  a  ceremonial  accessory  and  not  his  identity  …  An  flowery  persona  able  to  eternally  shine  without  outside  water,  welcoming  his  winter  confined  personality  that  could  easily  showing  mockery  over  his  personal  gloom,  generated  sometimes  easily  that  confusion  impression  within  his  mind  ---  understood  too  much  of  something  he  never  had  been  supposed  to  understand  within  that  manner  to  begin  with  …  For  once,  life  had  been  easy  on  him.  Not  too  much  complains,  expected  maybe  at  some  point,  he  would  eventually  asking  to  becoming  the  director  of  Hogwarts  someday,  so  much  he  was  exasperated  to  experiencing  again  and  again  every  corner  of  an  magic  school  for  allowing  an  nice  therapy  for  someone  who  was  interested  by  all  experiences  of  what  ifs  …  Ah,  his  therapy  session  with  his  patient  had  remained  something  in  which  he  was  personally  so  insulted,  and  temporary  confused  about  why,  connected  to  an  unreachable  moonlight,  he  seemed  attracting  that  much  sunlight  personas  (  one  dealing  with  an  big  amount  of  darkness  that  could  burn  everything  around  if  he  wasn't  careful  enough  …  and  one  who  illuminated  the  entire  world,  in  which  really,  among  these  sessions,  eventually,  he  wanted  almost  considering  Victoria  as  his  intimate  Persephone  …  his  patient  matched  also  the  metaphoric  reference,  but  less  than  how  he  was  really  embracing  the  concept  as  a  whole  )  !  Hence,  some  affairs  of  business  would  have  to  be  exposed  without  too  much  pressure  over it.

His  tutor  left  him  experiencing  all  degree  of  his  loneliness.

His  tutor  left  him  experiencing  how  amount  of  reflection.

One  week  when  he  was  travelling  around  and  had  his  work  on  the  Ministy  to  compromise,  it  passed  usually  fast.  He  would  get  lost  over  how  many  days  passed,  and  will  returning  confused  by  the  linearity.  Excepted  a  looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong  day  within  that  magic  school  again  playing  riddles  and  having  once  more  impression  of  condensed  years  in  an  couple  of  minutes,  and  simple  intensive  emotional  conversations  with  an  sun  scared  to  burn  too  much  people,  rest  of  the  days  had  been  lived  in  an  linear  way  …  when  distractions  had  been  poor  to  keep  him  alert.  Someday,  he  would  ask  personally  to  Hades  if  every  sensation  he  was  feeling  during  these  long  months  when  his  life  was  away  were  actually  accurate.  He  had  been  waiting  letters.  Had  been  waiting  to  search  her  within  his  path,  since  considering  he  was  living  inside  an  no-linear  manner,  surprises  could  be  made  along  the  way  …  No,  consideration  had  been  made  to  making  him  experiencing  his  own  personal  winter  in  an  couple  of  days.  He  never  rushed  so  fast  to  exposing  his  face  within  the  human  world  for  an  long  awaited  hello.  As  amusing  it  remained,  expected  for  Hogwarts,  no,  he  didn't  even  taking  these  trains  ever  again  ---  he  didn't  have  to,  he  was  carry  away  like  a  luggage  a  moment  of  second,  when  he  didn't  have  amusingly  to  preparing  whatever  thing  for  the  long  journey  awaiting  for  him.  Remnant  of  nostalgia  perceived  within  his  features,  as  thoughts  about  if,  someday  by  miracle  or  by  whatever  happiness  he  managed  to  get  it,  if  ever  had  a  family  someday  (or  something  similiar  since  he  had  been  adopted  unofficially  by  his  other  figure  of  parentality  )  …  they  would  have  such  moments  together.  Having  his  son  going  somewhere  far  away  of  train.  Maybe  trying  once  more  the  experience  inside  the  human  world,  which  promised  to  be  something.  He  had  been  watching  everyone  else  indifferently,  thinking  that  a  detail  could  help  him  recognize  her.  He  was  pleasantly  happy  they  had  been  aiming  to  the  same  goal  ---  By  the  sound  of  her  voice,  he  understood  she  had  been  trying  to  find  him  in  same  manner,  which  he  helped  greatly  by  distancing  himself  of  the  other  ---  his  position  remained  to  be  mostly  an  observer,  and  he  learned  maybe  bit  too  much  to  staring  at  people  in  silence  with  some  MIB  ---  as  an  laugh  welcomed  his  features  when  he  heard  the  sound  of  her  bags  !  He  will  help  to  wear  later,  he  had  absolutely  nothing  to  do,  and  wanted  to  find  his  dear  Persephone  for  the  moment.  ❝  I  waited  for  you!  ❞  Playfulness  was  appropriate,  immediately  smelling  this  foreign  perfume  on  her,  losing  herself  in  affection  in  a  bright  smile.  ❝  I  missed  you  so  much,  I'm  so  happy  to  have  you  back~  How  was  it?  I  see  you  found  a  wonderful  perfume,  love  it,  it  looks  great  on  you  …  ❞  Clinging  affections  came  naturally  back  at  him,  slowly  hugging  further  and  further  his  little  princess.  She  maybe  tasted  Thanatos  presence,  but  he  would  ensure  with  his  presence  it  would  go  away  !  ❝  I  rushed  as  soon  as  I  knew  you  were  coming  back.  Later,  oh,  I  wish  that  word  could  be  always  used.  ❞  Well  …  for  once,  there  will  no  illusions  attached  towards  her,  no  fleeting  twisted  emotions  :  there  will  be  just  the  sincere  sentiment  he  was  allowed  to  breathe  again,  and  be  reassured  he  wasn't  going  to  be  left  again,  that  the  hardship  of  loneliness  had  been  passed  …  that  he  had  been  realizing  his  affections  were  a  mountain  of  deep  love.

@lightcreators Draco : Reunion & loving starter

SHE HAS NEVER LEFT FOR SO LONG . Her shop has been her safe haven for as long as she can recall. The memories placed between the plants and the decorations waiting for new homes are too familiar to part with. She loves it because it is hers. But family matters had taken her away to France for a few weeks. An aunt she had never really heard of before dying  ⎯⎯⎯⎯ and no one should die alone. Not if she can help it. So she had packed up her suitcase with hand-painted daisies on it, and she had said until later ( never goodbye. not to him at least ) only to get onto the early train on a Monday morning.

Now she is back. Or at least as good as back. There is still half a city between her and her shop and the piece lily she has been thinking fondly of for the last week. In her bag are letters she meant to send. of course, she had. But there was just something so kind about giving them to him by hand. By now, the French perfume she had 'borrowed' without asking from a niece should have soaked into the paper and ink. Her fingers run through the stack of them, counting them all as her train slows down in preparation to pull into the station. One for each day she had left. One more for good measure.

Victoria would recognize him anywhere. Blond hair is like a beacon, calling her the moth to his flame through the crowd of people gathered. All of them are there to greet their loved ones - or say a bittersweet farewell to them. Her fingers tap against the glass before the train has fully stopped. As if he can hear it over the crowd. She has never been the fastest of her siblings, but when she hauls her luggage from the overhead storage, and she jumps out of the train onto the platform, she truly feels as if she possesses flight.

❝Draco !❞ She makes her way over to him eagerly, her suitcase colliding with the shins of other travellers. It does not bother her, for she can only see him. The bag flung around her shoulder is dropped onto the floor with a loud thud as she wraps her arms around him. Finally, she is home. ❝There you are, I've missed you so much!❞

[nytwhadestown]

I always imagine that it’s the same Hades and Persephone all the way since Ancient Greek myth: since the world began.

[lightcreators]

@moonshinemuses​

Darkness  within  her  shop  were  comforting  :  a  long  awaited  signal  he  could  appear  in  middle  of  the  mortal  world  …  without  been  seen  …  without  been  perceived  unless  that  single  presence  he  desired  to  be  known.  Careful  background  watching,  inside  throne  of  the  Underground,  had  been  realized  during  couple  of  hours  ago  —  searching  that  expected  moment  when  they  could  be  together,  when  they  could  found  each  other  …  How  many  centuries  he  had  been  waiting  ?  How  many  couple  of  hundreds  of  years  he  had  been  accepting,  since  he  had  been  reincarnated,  she  must  be  somewhere,  even  though  he  didn’t  know  where  ?  How  many  time  separated  them  their  last  private  instant  together  ?  These  thoughts  were  often  pushed  behind.  Emotionally  tourmented  by  emptiness  of  a  presence  aside  his  throne.  Emotionally  nostalgic  of  that  charming  flowers  smell  who  used  to  generating  an  immediate  smile  …  How  long  did  he  waited  in  the  Underground,  during  how  many  reincarnations,  hoping  that  someday  that  absence  will  be  earased  of  his  heart  ?  His  appareance  diverged  possibly  a  little  on  who  she  learned  to  know  him  …  Sharing  that  element  of  black  long  hair  he  appreciated  a  lot  into  that  particular  vessel,  when  young  features,  this  time,  didn’t  seemed  …  troublesome.  She  didn’t  changed  from  memories  he  keep  preciously.  When  he  could  allowing  himself  to  whispering  internally  her  name.  Persephone.  A  taboo  in  which  that  other  kid,  at  least,  didn’t  search  to  break.  Amusing  somehow,  that  one  witch  in  which  he  invited  some  annoying  boy  to  protect  content  of  his  bottle  of  truth,  deciding  to  share  burden    —    ❝  It  had  been  a  long  while.    ❞  Softness  voice  introducing  himself,  as  ocean  eyes  gazed  towards  her.  His  sensitivity  would  catch  up  with  him  at  some  point,  where,  knowing    bitter  aftertaste  of  frustration  in  his  voice,  as  his  whole  body  betrayed    tenderness,  he  quietly  noted.    ❝  Someone  told  me  where  you  were,  being  polite  not  to  mention  your  name.  No  doubt  he  was  hoping  that  I  would  kidnap  you.    ❞  He  smiled  slowly.

[lightcreators]

Compliments  were  easy.  Playfulness  was  also  something  simple  to  be  offer,  as  such  brightness  will  not  hide  all  sadness  his  expression  and  weigthing  shoulders  had  been  handled  until  then.  However,  impossibility  was  to  remove  unpleasantness  towards  possible  depreciation  of  her  nature.  That  behavior  characteristic,  he  had  been  witnessing  it  since  a  couple  of  decades,  inside  souls  of  his  most  troublesome  protegees,  in  which  Draco  was  among  them  ---  considering,  from  his  outside  gaze,  he  totally  understood  how  he  decided  to  reflecting  Lelouch's  perception  of  his  self,  and  behind  all  that  arrogance,  behind  all  these  illusions,  he  lost  all  rightfulness  of  his  worth.  He  even  had  an  fragmented  reflection  of  that,  as  an  tourmented  associated  to  that  sealed  chessboard  who  still  haunted  him,  troubled  his  heart,  in  which  he  would  have  to  confessing  fragments  on  it  to  his  beloved  Queen.  There  was  past  incarnation  of  the  kid  ---  since,  whatever  if  it's  Deimos  or  Phobos,  they  were  linked  to  that  Witch  of  Illusions  position,  in  which  he  didn't  need  reminders  of  Deimos  threats  ---  who  endlessly  sending  prayers  towards  corners  of  his  mind,  requesting  him  to  touching  that  witch  realm  who  was  out  of  his  reach,  wishing  to  becoming  a  witch  himself,  wishing  to  becoming  an  boy  that  could  be  Alois  Trancy  …  pleading  to  becoming  Alois  Trancy  himself  …  It  was  larger  than  that.  However,  that  conversation  will  not  be  simple.  Remembrances  cannot  be  done  as  they  were  supposed  to  be  confessed  one  day.  If,  and  it  was  inside  an  intense  if,  one  day,  the  twins  would  have  to  find  a  lead  over  their  nature,  it  would  be  done  carefully,  with  limitations  of  possible  consequences.  They  weren't  in  fault.  It  had  been  Zeus  meddling  over  an  personal  revenge  over  Ares  who  turned  simply  out  of  his  control.  If  these  adoptive  children  would  have  been  so  inclined  to  destroying  Olympus for  fun,  they  could  easily  breaking  it  every  time  they  desired  ---  something  they  had  been  limited  to  do.  On  that,  he  appreciated  how  talented  their  mutual  tutor  managed  such  delicate  circumstances.  Be  blinded  by  an  inescapable  paradox  let  him  time  to  think  over  how  control  the  situation  :  they  won't  hardly  easily  bring  down  the  Witch  of  Paradoxes,  who  kindly  protecting  them  of  the  shadow  of  Featherine  Augustus  Aurora  who  let  these  tragedies  happening  …  who  will  remaining  regardless  the  chessboard,  regardless  the  place,  regardless  the  pieces  involved,  an  morbid  threater  happening,  perfectly  aware  of  the  consequences.  He  can  hardly  appreciating  to  had  been  turned,  as  the  God  of  the  Underground,  as  mere  pawn  in  her  hands.  Featherine  knew  the  whole  time  what  was  his  ambitions  over  the  kid,  she  refused willingly  to  interfere  …

His  Queen  playfulness  joke  calmed  down  temporary  his  thoughts.  Ah  Featherine  …  If  only  that  pleasant  Witch  of  Theatergoing  would  have  been  kind  enough  to  presenting  herself  inside  Rokkenjima's  chessboard  ….  If  only  she  didn't  have  ignored  him  !  ❝  An  different  view  who  help  me  see  what  I  don't  see  with  my  tall  perspective  !  ❞  He  replied  back  joyfully,  even  if  his  concerns  remained  unchanged.  He  could  spoke  about  Hypnos  and  Thanatos  influence.  During  all  this  time,  when  she  wasn't  here,  they  had  been  forced  a  view  over  work,  to  not  be  that  much  caring  over  humanity.  They  had  to  realizing  attention  was  somewhere  else  wih  the  kid,  how  the  kid  will  be  some  problem  to  handle,  though,  he  had  the  one  hiding  it.  Hypnos  can  try  all  he  desired  to  help  the  kid,  there  was  less  guarantee  to  make  it  work.  Thanatos  and  the  kid  will  cross  path,  even  if  Thanatos  will  be  frustrated  to  receive  his  no.  Afterwards  be  troubled  by  Deimos  insults  over  his  inability  to  have  him,  he  must  have  understood  dangerouness  of  the  ground  he  wanted  to  tempt.  Reassuring  hands  caressed  further  her  shoulders.  At  least,  Phobos  will  understood  and  perceiving  such  move  ---  ❝  It's  always  possible  to  fix  that.  Realizing  that  he  wasn't  well,  you  can  remain  attentive  to  this  kind  of  reaction.  Comfort  him  even  if  he  doesn't  ask  you  anything.  Cuddle  him  even  if  there  is  only  a  ray  of  sadness  in  his  eyes.  ❞  Phobos  eyes  were  at  least  betraying  on  that  part.  There  was  somewhere  something  off  who  reflected  that  need.  Deimos,  on  the  other  side,  pretented  to  his  ultimate  emotional  and  mental  limit  ---  would  break  down  with  a  happy  smile  on  his  lips,  and  remaining  in  denial  over  his  own  mental  state.  Phobos  gratefully  managed  to  broke  down  before  that  point.  For  had  watched  Draco  for  a  loooooooooong  time,  for  had  admiring  how  his  tutor  handled  him,  it  was  almost  easy  to  catch  up.  He  will  not  himself  be  fooled  again  by  offered  lies  simply  because  he  refused  to  face  his  state.  ❝  You  also  need  to  forgive  yourself.  ❞  He  reflected  over  her  lack  of  control  part.  ❝  Your  emotionality  isn't  an  flaw  and  your  reaction  was  understandable.  You  never  wished  to  hurt.  You  never  desired  to  hurt.  Even  if  you  accidentally  did  ---  there  is  nothing  to  blame  you  for.  ❞  It  was  reflection  over  Draco  emotional  state  inside  her  following  sentence  who  inscreased  sadness  inside  his  eyes.  ❝  In  some  manners,  he  is  living  with  same  mindset  as  your  ---  concerning  what  happened  between  each  other.  I  can  console  you.  I  can  forgive  you.  I  can  remove  that  guilt  away  with  my  love.  I  can  make  you  believe  it's  true.  You  will  have  to  do  the  same.  Insisting  until  he  understood  …  ❞

Decades  of  millennium  difference  would  turn  that  possible  day  inside  an  far  away  future.  Concerning  Deimos,  that  boy  will  take  a  very  long  time  accepting  there  is  an  authority  protecting  him,  and  that  authority  was  the  God  of  the  Underground  ---  if  he  might,  compared  to  his  brother,  slowly  accepting  Luke  ruthlessness  in  his  immense  kindness  as  something  he  could  relate,  pushing  even  reflection  of  his  self  on  him,  regardless  if  rivals.  Confusion  of  Phobos  about  how  to  take  circumstances  will  bring  clumsiness.  He  cannot  be  fooled  in  same  way  he  had  been  with  Deimos.  He  cannot  destroying  him  emotionally  in  same  careless  measures  for  understanding  his  perspective.  For  how  little  their  communicate,  at  least,  that  mental  game  will  slowly  born  ---  regardless  how  that  boy  had  taken  of  Lelouch,  at  least,  he  had  some  divine  consideration  over  risky  moves.  ❝  That  moment  will  be  priceless  to  see.  Another  of  these  times  where  I'll  be  proud  of  him.  ❞  For  the  moment,  it  looked  like  an  untouching  possible  dream.  Far  more  focused  over  thoughts  to  knowing  him  safe,  emotionally  alright  ---  not  pretending  to  be  inside  such  states,  but  wasn't.  It  was  terrible  somewhere.  How  he  knew  degree  of  despair  inside  Draco,  but  as  a  caring  father,  didn't  wanted  altering  picture  projected  by  his  son  …  Another  silence  followed.  ❝  I  wish  also  they  weren't  …  but  you  weren't  here  …  for  had  been  centuries  to  me.  Reincarnating  without  having  you  at  my  side.  Reincarnating  inside  that  endless  loneliness.  Eaten  alive  by  that  loneliness  I  needed  my  mind  escaping.  I  had  to  treasure  remembrance  of  your  presence.  Every  day.  Every  moment  I  could  ---  I  know,  I  know  it  must  had  been  the  same  for  you  …  ❞  Like  a  witch,  he  had  been  the  one  compromising  circumstances.  Staying  admiring  Purgatory  landscapes  eventually  influenced  his  own  behavior  ---  the  kid  offering  him  what  he  desired.  Something  he  couldn't  hardly  forget.  Something  he  cannot  gain  power  with.  Been  destroyed  inside  his  own  illusions  was  his  little  game,  and  concerning  Deimos,  he  might  probably  laughing  admiring  that  move  with  contentement  to  seeing  more  his  heart.  

He  cannot  let  Draco  playing  with  these  Fates's  threads  …  He  had  been  an  consequence  on  those,  but  he  cannot  let  him.  There  will  be nothing  left  on  it.  He  didn't  care  about  consequences.  He  didn't  care  if  couple  of  circumstances  had  to  happens.  He  didn't  care  about  the  meaning  of  these  threads.  If  he  could  dissolving  inside  those  Fates,  he  would  do  it  without  seconds  thoughts  and  controlling  everything  everywhere  without  consideration.  He  couldn't  because  there  was  Luke  Skywalker,  hide  himself  Featherine  but  coming  from  that  witch,  where  even  Philip  Butler,  uncaring  about  those  threads,  acted  as  a  stop.  If  the  kid  spotted  Featherine  ---  which  could  have  happened  in  Rokkenjima,  but  had  been  removed  and  spared  of  the  confession  ---  he  would  destroy  her,  as  source  of  these  threads.  Destroy  her  in  same  way  he  had  been  destroy  him  ---  Featherine  was  culprit  in  some  part.  In  same  way  he  was.  In  same  way  Lelouch  had  ineffaceable  blood  on  his  hands.  ❝  Luke  Skywalker  is  his  tutor  for  avoiding  such  circumstances  to  happens.  He  can't  touch  the  threads  he  shouldn't  touch.  He  can't  perceive  the  threads  he  could  meddle  with.  Always  admired  how  he  handled  the  kid,  my  trust  in  on  good  hands~  ❞  She  would  need  explanations.  ❝  That  boy  will  be  ready  to  destroying  source  of  these  threads  of  his  personal  revenge  in  answer  of  an  disagreement  over  his  personal  experience.  Playing  a  little  around  Zeus  compromise  on  me  is  like  an  preview,  a  warning  almost  ---  Potential  consequences  aren't  perceived.  He  have  many  guardians  also  for  that.  He  needs  limits.  He  always  needed  limits  for  understand  couple  of  actions  weren't  possible,  regardless  how  much  he  could  beg  for  distorting  circumstances  for  make  it  obey  to  his  will  ---  I  don't  blame  him  on  that,  another  one  of  my  protegee  had  been  a  terrible  example  of  that  part.  As  a  higher  authority,  I  had  simply  to  remind  some  game  shouldn't  be  played  with.  ❞  He  smiled  playfully  and  joyfully,  embracing  her  further  inside  an  gentle  hug.  ❝  It's  possible~  ❞  At  the  notion  of  home,  he  also  wanted  bring  her  to  the  Underground.  They  couldn't.  It  wasn't  yet  time.  ❝  That  night  is  ours.  We  can  do  all  you  want during that time.  ❞

@lightcreators continuing from here cause tumblr hates me.

Persephone smiled and blushed a little at Hades compliments. The butterflies formed in her stomach as he did. Always craving for acceptance from him and others, receiving praise was one of the biggest ways to warm Persephone’s heart. It had been used against her before, so it wasn’t as easy to do before, but with Hades, he was always the exception. “That’s just because I’m smaller than you, I have a different view.” She teased. She noticed his expression changed at her confession. Concern, sadness but also understanding. There was no judgment on her actions, which she was thankful for. “I know it hurt him. I could see it in his eyes. I hated that, and I hated how I lost control, again.” She said softly, looking down at the confession. The worry wasn’t just hurting Draco, it was also the loss of control. The reminders of her past, what brought her to Hades in the first place. The harm she had done to mortals, all because she lost control. She had no idea what would have happened, in her home, if she lost it again. She didn’t want to think that way, but the thoughts floated. The worry floated. She couldn’t destroy another home. Persephone smiled a little at Hades telling her that Draco had forgiven her. That the gift was proof he had. “I’m glad he forgave me, doesn’t mean I will believe it. Even with this gift. But he has nothing to prove. I simply will live with the guilt. You know me.”

There was a thought in her head as Hades said it would take time for Draco to see her as a mother, and she wondered what her reaction would be if Draco had called her that. “When or If he ever calls me ‘mother’, I hope you are around to see how I react. I’m sure you’ll find a lot of delight in me being.. What do the mortals say? A deer caught in the headlights.” She said with a small laugh, a thought that made her happy though. She was imagining the quiet comedical moment. She was sure Draco would also be a bit of a deer in headlights. At the reminder of her flowers, she hummed, sadness clouding over her for a moment. “I wish it didn’t have to be just a reminder.” She said softly. She wanted to be home, with him and their family. But her mother & Zeus had other plans. She couldn’t even step foot in too early into the entrance way if she wanted to. Hermes couldn’t come and collect her if it wasn’t time. It was unfair. She wanted to be there, more than anything. 

“I know he’s angry with them. I have learned that while they may not be able to do so, their family line can. Chaos will always be there, helping turn things when needed.” She hummed. “So again, all I ask is that you watch him when it comes to his unraveling of threads. Let him continue, but if something happens, I need you there to make sure it doesn’t change.” She said, before her eyes closed at his words. She pressed her forehead against his, reaching up once again to do it. “I wish nothing but to stay like this.” She said softly. “Us, in the shop, quiet and unbothered. Or home, cuddled together.” She sighed. “But I’ll take this. For now.” She said. She wanted to kiss him again, wanted to feel all of him around her once again, but she also wanted to keep hearing things, hearing his stories of what is going around him & others at the moment. Wanted to tell him about the shop. She prayed to Nyx, hoping the Fates mother would answer her and just extend the night a little longer for them. 

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@ichoric​ asked: sephy, very focused while she places small wildflowers in hades’ hair and beard. 

unmprompted ask | Accepting

Hades had not been witness before to Persephone putting wildflowers in her hair. The end product was beautiful, but she looked so even when in the process of doing it. The focus she had at picking the right flowers and arranging them just perfectly. He never failed to, subtly he thought, admire her as she did so.

Still, he still never expected that she would one day ask to do the same for him. Now he was sat very still, at her request,  and witnessed that focussed expression up close. The act of putting flowers in his beard tickled, but he wouldn’t dare so much as sneeze with these flowers on him. Oh he was so smitten.

[glorifiiedgore]

‘ Just around the corner,’ he reassured, not exactly positive on the allotment of time she had to give to him today. If it were up to Hades, he would rearrange his entire schedule to suit her needs, to create space for them to spend more time together. Time. That was an interesting concept for the God of the Underworld — where others had 1 lifetime, he had an eternity, things moved at the pace with which he chose and nothing would shift that balance. That being said, he was already giving more of his day to this young woman that he’d just met than he’d given anyone before her — he grew bored quickly and often times felt that company was unnecessary — she was changing that opinion one moment a time.

‘ I figured we’d walk together, if that’s alright?’ He quirked an eyebrow, reaching the ground level and leading her out into the lobby. ‘ The city is beautiful this time of year — I enjoy fresh air after being in the office all day long,’ he commented as they walked out into the breeze, ‘ besides this restaurant has everything — I’m sure you’ll able to find something you like.’

glorifiiedgore​:

When Hades became infatuated it was hard for his pull to relinquish. He would fantasize about possible scenarios — obsess aggressively over whatever he wanted until he eventually got it. The God was vengeful and merciless — having often taken things before they were given just because he could. Perhaps it was his position in life; his duty of attaining souls that made him far more possessive and entitled — in the ‘real world’ however, that did not falter which was a strength in the corporate world and a weakness in social situations. Anna was his latest fascination — his object of affections and obsession — he couldn’t stop the attraction and the heady need he felt whenever she was near. In all reality, this would not end well for either parties — a risk he was willing to take.

‘ You’re just so young and….delicate,’ he mused, free hand caressing her pinked cheek. ‘ I was unsure how you felt about me,’ he noted, ‘ I’m usually so sure about everything but you — oh you, Anna — have been a mystery to me from the beginning. It’s a relief to hear you want more and more I can give you.’ He erased all space between them, his fingers resting under her chin, forcing them to lock eyes. ‘ I can give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of,’ the God nearly whispered — his voice softer than ever, ‘ anything you could desire.’ As his thumb grazed over her bottom lip, he finally stepped away, once again offering her his arm so that they could leave — he was falling in deep and his patience was wearing thin.

‘ I’d never let that happen,’ he chuckled trying to keep the mood light, even though he knew he’d have Una pinned to floor in an instant if she ever raised a hand to the young brunette. ‘ If we choose to keep seeing one another she’ll have to come around,’ he said the word choose as if it was actually a choice when in reality he’d made the decision for both of them already — Una would have to honor the God’s demands. He pulled open the office door and escorted them out into the main area of his floor in the expansive office building, shuttling them to the elevator before anyone had a chance to stop the CEO from his departure.

     She did not feel delicate. Not when her fingertips could just as easily break through branches and roots of oak trees as one would snap a match. Not when one wave of her hand could send an entire forest into an abbyss of sickness and misery, plants dying, horrifying mixes of monstrous vines and flesh-eating flowers spreading like disease. Being the goddess of Spring was affiliated mostly with tenderness, youth and delicacy - but the truth behind her powers was so much more. Anna had to control herself at every goddamned second of the day when she walked among the mortals and especially when she faced gods and goddesses she was meant to hide from. The brunette had mastered the art of becoming an invisible nobody to all those around her, yet somehow the very man standing before her had managed to see her, to put his attention on her. It was a risky decision, one that her mother would not allow to happen - but Kore was tired of hiding, of abiding by the rules.

     Her cheeks were flushed with a blush as the man promised her all of those things, her throat suddenly going dry as Anna imagined a darker, more lustful side those words could carry and it sent a tingle straight down to her core. She shook her head slightly, a chuckle escaping her rosy lips when Hades pulled back and she finally looped her arm through his to follow him out of the room. Anna did not dare look around, not wanting to face the wrath of the assistant, but instead focused on their path and then finally released a breath she didn’t realise she was holding when the elevator door closed behind her. A telltale shiver rushing down her spine as if her sixth sense letting her know of someone’s glare hitting her back the entire time. “Where are we going?” Anna asked, deciding on another, safer topic “Do you have a place in mind?”

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@hystericals​ surprise! hades/persephone starter

Yennefer was torn. She delighted in a lengthy, lazy day spent in bed, but there was still work to attend to. There really wasn’t any such thing as a lull in the Underworld. And she wasn’t one to shirk her work. Still, there was an overriding reason right beside her that urged her to stay in bed just a few moments longer. Her arm curled around Ophelia’s waist, relieved to have her back for her portion of the year. “You think everyone would allow me a day off with you? The dead have quite a bit of time to be managed, after all. All of eternity, in fact.”