#if you're looking at this and thinking 'why not star as persephone' like you're right but

[percyluvr]

hi can u do a percy x persephone reader

percy jackson x child of persephone!reader summary: you come back to camp halfblood and realize that percy has a crush on you wc: 667

Today was one of the rare days you were actually at Camp Half-Blood. Typically, you were with your brother, Nico. While you two aren't actually siblings, your godly parents are married and you two are very close friends so you tend to just call each other your sibling. The two of you were typically not at Camp Half-Blood because you were usually doing things for your parents, just hanging out together, or at Camp Jupiter helping out with whatever they needed. 

Today was the first day of summer, and with that brought the harvest of the strawberries in the strawberry patch at camp. You and Nico always came back at this time of year, and the length of your visits varied from year to year. This year, the two of you planned to stay until August, him doing whatever it was he did while the two of you were there, you weren't sure exactly as you had never asked, but you made a mental note to finally ask him. While you didn't know what he did, you did know that you needed to head out of your cabin to do your job, which was keeping the strawberries healthy, keeping the dirt fertile, and helping to harvest the strawberries.

While it was usually the Demeter kids that kept the plants and forest healthy, whenever you were there you made an effort to use your powers to help out and keep the soil fertile.

You'd always found nature to be very soothing, and while that was most likely due to your parentage, you often found yourself thinking that you would love it even if Persephone wasn't your mother.

You had already been tending to the gardens for a few hours when you finally felt an intense gaze on your back. When you turned around, you were met with the piercing gaze of Percy Jackson's green eyes. When your gaze met his, you saw him smirk slightly and push himself away from the tree he was standing against.

"Percy. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be helping around the camp and not staring at me like a creep?" You asked, slightly concerned as to why he was staring at you for God knows how long.

"I like watching you work. Is that a crime?" He challenged.

"Yes, stalking. Ever heard of it?" You joked. 

"S'not stalking. Just admiring the view." He flirted, the blush dusting your cheeks made his heart speed up.

"Whatever, Jackson, either help me or go away. You're starting to sound like even more of a creep," you say, trying to cover up how flustered you were from what you thought was probably meaningless flirting to him.

"Anything for you, princess," he teased.

You rolled your eyes and began tending to the strawberries again.

After a while, you heard him softly speak. "I'm glad you're back. I missed you, you know that, right?"

When you looked over at him, he was already looking at you with his mesmerizing viridescent eyes. 

"No," you said softly. "I didn't even think you actually liked me."

"What? That's crazy! I’m only like this because I do like you," he was almost whispering now, and you noticed that the two of you had gotten incredibly close to each other now. You two were at what you considered kissing distance, and the way he was looking at you wasn't helping. He was looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky and made the sun shine every day.

"You do? Like you like-like me?" You questioned, which made him chuckle.

"Yes, princess, I like-like you. More than friends. More than anything in the world. I love you," he confessed.

"Can I kiss you?" You softly asked him.

"You don't even need to ask."

The feeling of his soft, full lips on yours felt like heaven. It felt better than anything you'd ever felt in your life. 

After kissing Percy Jackson, you didn't know how you could ever leave camp again.

[starlightsuffered]

Two is Too Easy

Pairing - Regulus Black/Fem!reader

"Persephone we're going to be late," Regulus tutted. He was trying to tame his daughters mop of black curls. She kept moving.

"Uncle Sirius doesn't make me brush my hair," she proclaimed.

"Yes well, Uncle Sirius is a bad influence. You know that," Regulus muttered gravely.

"But then Uncle Remus always does," she added.

"If you make us late, I'm going to be so mad at you," Lyra snapped at her little sister. We'd kept the theme of star names for her, but Regulus had wanted to break tradition with the second.

Lyra was tapping her foot nervously in her robes. It was her first year at Hogwarts. She'd be going with her cousin Ragnulf Black-Lupin.

"Lyra, sweetie, we won't be late," I said, cupping her pale cheeks. Both children favored their father in looks. Though right now, I saw a bit of me in Lyra's eyes.

"Ragnulf said if I'm a Slytherin, I'll be thrown out of the family," she said, as she worried her lip. I barked out a laugh.

"He sounds like his fathers," I chuckled. "That's not true darling, mummy and daddy were both Slytherins, and Sirius and Remus still talk to us."

"Cousin Harry will look out for you," Regulus called. "He's apparently very popular."

"But he's so much older than me, will he even notice I'm there?"

"Lyra, Harry has always been very lovely to you, of course he will."

"Done," Regulus said finally. Persephone's hair was in two adorable braids.

"Beautiful," I smiled, and she ran to my arms. I picked her up. We apparated with the children to a space near the platform. We all made it to the station in one piece.

James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius were all there and greeted our girls jovially.

"Oi," Reglus said, slapping his brothers arm. "Why are you telling your son, to tell Lyra, she'll be thrown out of the family if she's in Slytherin. It's scared her half to death."

Sirius started laughing. Remus was decent enough to give him a reproachful look, but his eyes were shining with mirth.

"Sorry, I didn't think she'd take it seriously," Sirius said. He went over to a fretting Lyra.

"Hey kid, it doesn't matter what house you're in, we're going to love you no matter what."

Lyra seemed to relax a bit.

"Hear that Ragnulf?" Sirius demanded. "You're going to stick with Lyra, no matter what house she's in, or I'll feed you to your dad on the full moon. Got it?"

Ragnulf crinkled his nose but nodded. Lyra was completely relaxed now.

The train was boarded by everyone. Lyra hugged everyone goodbye. We stood and watched her off, waving all the way.

"Hey Reg," I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Yes love?"

"You know how we said we were stopping at two?"

His head whipped to me, eyes darting all over my face.

"I'm pregnant," I admitted. A smile broke across his face.

"That's wonderful, I've been hoping actually, two is too easy," he chuckled.

"Yeah, I was glad when I found out too," I smiled. He bent down and kissed me.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too, Regulus."

[heniareth]

Hello! If you're still taking the micro story prompts - "overgrown" and/or "nightfall" for Astala and Zev, maybe? :D

Why, of course I will! These are 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 "Overgrown" has, in fact, taken me captive and is currently running away with me like Hades with Persephone and "nightfall" has dragged me into the depths like a siren. I just *clenches fist* this is what happens when I write Zev and Astala together. Anyways mostly everything is under the cut because this got a bit out of hand

14. overgrown

"Surprise! What do you think?"

Zevran watched as Astala took in the house in all its glory, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

"Zevran, this is huge!"

"It is big, yes," Zevran admitted with a tilt of his head. "But the Vigil was bigger."

"Because it's a keep." Astala continued staring at the house. "Maker's Breath, where will we find people enough to fill all these rooms?"

Zevran gave her a winning smile and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I can think of a way."

Astala laughed and placed a kiss on his cheek. "We'll end up with an army of kids at this rate, love."

"We do not have so many!" Zevran protested as they entered the building. "A few more will not hurt."

"Knowing us, we'd end up adopting half the local orphans anyways," Astala said and took his hand as she walked around the house, head turning left and right as she inspected the sturdy, white caulked walls of the rooms that, for now, lay empty and bare.

"That will be an easy thing to accomplish. The Alienage is right past the garden wall," Zevran said, deliberately casual.

Astala stopped and Zevran stopped with her. He paid close attention to the way her head turned towards him, the way she looked at him with an unspoken question in her eyes, the way they lighted up when she understood. The surprise hadn't ended with the house.

"The garden?" she asked.

Zevran couldn't help the smile that claimed his face nor the way he brought their joined hands to his lips to kiss her knuckles and then to pull her along. "Come, amor mío."

The garden was terribly overgrown, no doubt courtesy of the abundant Antivan sun and the rain that was common this close to the sea. It also wasn't terribly impressive--Zevran had snuck in and out of mansions with gardens far bigger and better kept than this one--but Astala stepped into the green with a look on her face as if she was stepping into a dream. Zevran followed, and fought the urge to give in to his impatience. If she'd only tell him soon what she thought-!

"Love," Astala said quietly, almost reverently, and waved him over. "Look!"

There were flowering vines climbing along the garden wall next to a peach tree, their star-petaled flowers a deep blue and as large as Zevran's open hand. Astala picked one and asked him with a touch to lower his head. He felt her affix the flower to the braid in his hair, and then she stepped back with a satisfied nod.

"Beautiful," Astala breathed, and Zevran couldn't tell if she was talking about him, the flower, the garden or the combination of all of them.

"Do you like it?" he asked, just to make sure.

"Oh Zevran." Astala cupped his face with both hands and smiled impossibly bright. "It's like the garden at the Vigil. Like that but more perfect. I love it!"

She pulled him in for a kiss and Zevran felt his mouth pull into a wide smile against her lips--which was objectively terrible for kissing, but his wife didn't seem to mind. Quite the contrary, she kissed his brow and nose as well, and then slung her arms around his neck and leaned her head back to look at him.

"I love you," she said, with a conviction that sent a pleasant shiver down Zevran's spine.

He leaned in to rest his forehead against hers. "What do you say, amore? Shall we live here until we and our children grow old and make it a game for the neighbors' rascals to steal as many peaches as they can?"

His answer was the glorious view of his wife grinning widely and biting her lip in excitement before she dove in for another enthusiastic kiss.

"Zevran, my love," Astala said, "I would like nothing more."

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49. nightfall

One of them always ends up searching for the other around nightfall. Sometimes it's Zevran looking for her to drag her off to bed. Sometimes it's Astala who is wandering from room to room in search of her husband. Today it's apparently her turn.

She finds him in the twins' room, splayed out on one of their beds, Rinona and Astolfo fast asleep on either side of him. At five years of age they just barely fit into the child-sized bed that is already more than occupied by their father. Astala catches herself running calculations and considering the purchase of two bigger beds. The kids will need them at some point anyways. She is about to silently step out of the room when Zevran opens his eyes and finds hers.

"Cariño," he purrs sleepily.

Astala smiles and makes her way over to the bed as quietly as she can. Zevran lifts his head and she sits down on the mattress, her legs now becoming a pillow for her husband. Zevran closes his eyes again and hums in contentment when she starts combing her fingers through his hair.

"My love, did I wake you up?" she whispers.

Zevran's hum turns throaty as he shakes his head. "It is alright."

"So I did wake you," Astala concludes. "I'm sorry. Might I be forgiven?"

"Hmm." Zevran frowns as if thinking about it. "Yes. Yes, I will forgive you."

"Thank you."

Astala brushes his sleep-tousled hair out of the way and presses a kiss to his forehead. Zevran leans his head backwards and pouts until Astala relents and kisses his lips as well.

"Impossible," she mutters and kisses him again.

She stands up to fetch a blanket for the three of them and give her children a goodnight kiss as well. Astolfo has inherited his father's light sleep and stirs slightly. When she's made sure they're comfortable, she makes to leave. Zevran stretches his hand out to brush hers.

"Stay," he whispers.

The simple word makes Astala's heart grow heavy and warm with fondness. She thinks of the letters waiting for her on her desk, thinks of the bookkeeping that's been left undone for days and the documents she has to look over, and then looks at her family, at the peaceful scene in front of her.

How many years (Months. Weeks) until the Blight claims her?

She lifts Rinona into her arms, freezes momentarily when the girl moves in her sleep, and, both hands full, nudges Zevran with her foot. "Scoot over."

Zevran carefully maneuvers Astolfo onto his chest and makes room for her. It's not much, but it's about what she had back when she still lived at her father's house and shared a bunk bed with Shianni; she knows she can make it work. Astala lies down, drapes the blanket over herself and Rinona and leans into Zevran's side, their daughter safely tucked into her arms. She's getting heavier, as a growing child should, and the fact that they can grow up strong, healthy and heavy brings a proud smile to Astala's face. Zevran's lips brush her jaw and the scars from the archdemon's fire before he nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck and she rests her cheek against his head. He will take some time to fall asleep; he always does. Astala closes her eyes and breathes in the scent of summer, of her husband, of her children. Two, three deep breaths and she's fallen asleep.

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These were (partially) written to the sound of Dust to Dust by The Civil Wars and Duet by Penny and Sparrow with Stephanie Briggs. Seriously, thank you for these prompts. Idk what happened, they ran away with me and i's been glorious writing this XD XD XD Hope you enjoy it half as much as I have!

[heyimspade]

Hey have you ever heard of Jennifer Murphy?

Watch this video before going any further

Let's figure out her background.

Okay, so back in 2004, she held the title of Miss Oregon. She won that title in 2003 and proceeded to try her disgusting fucking luck to place

Top fucking 10 in the Miss America 2004 pageant

Good for her, I guess? I fucking hate beauty pageants. Not because they're demasculating or anything.

They are just

So

Fecking

BORING

Okay now shit takes a quick left turn, or actually a right turn? You'll see what I mean.

In the Apprentice Season 4, she was one of the "contestants"?

She was fired on week 6, she had lost week 1, won week 2, and lost weeks 3-5.

She wasn't a beauty pageant person at the time. The show said she was an ad sales manager.

You're supposed to be smart for those kinds of jobs right? Like I'm pretty sure there's a law about keeping stupid people out of sales?

Regardless, that whole thing was gobshite. Back in the Miss USA Pageant, she asked Trump (Who owns part of Miss Universe) if she could be on his show.

Oh and apparently Trump kissed her on the mouth.

Okay, okay, put away your pitchforks and torches. You should have known as soon as I said "Trump" and "Beauty Pageant" in the same sentence you're gonna hear about SEXUAL HARRASMENT

It's the same as if I were to use "Obama" and "Hospital" in the same sentence, you're gonna hear about [REDACTED]

She still voted for Trump in 2016 btw.

She went on to become an "esteemed"* and "talented"* actress. In 2007 she was starring as Dream girl in CSI.

And Lauren in a short film called Someone to love.

Oh but wait! She starred as MRS. FALLS IN 2008s KILLER MOVIE.

And in 2012 she played in another short film that I don't know because I've never watched any of this shit and never heard of any of it except CSI because everybody and their fucking grandmother knows what CSI is.

So in 2016 she released her own line of beds and thought of a generously STUPID PLAN.

Here is her exact thought process because she has the IQ of a... idk what fucking creature could be as stupid as her... hmmm.

Anyway here's what she was (probably) thinking.

"Oh dear me, how am I to sell these gloriously made beds that I have made so I can sell them.

Well maybe I can sell them by telling people they are gloriously made? And that I made them? Then I can sell them?

But why would people care?

Oh Ninja Turtles 2 is coming out! I like Ninja Turtles, People like me! People like Ninja Turtles! I'll sing a song about Ninjas!!!"

Dumb fucking bitch did it too! She threw a whole ass private gathering JUST TO HEAR HER SING THIS FUCKING NINJA SONG SO THE PEOPLE INVITED COULD HELP SELL HER DUMBASS BEDS!

Then she uploaded it to YouTube in spring of 2016 (My deepest apologies to Persephone). She then removed the video in July of the same year.

THEN RE-RELEASED THE VIDEO 2 YEARS AGO!

Rule of life is, some bitches are just plain stupid.

Go ahead and fact check me, my OCD KICKED IN, YOU AIN'T GONNA FIND A SINGLE INNACURACY and if you do pretend you didn't or else I'll look stupid thanks.

[matsbarzal]

happy august! i wanted to do a prompt list for the month, just to push myself to get back into writing more before the season starts. you can find all the prompts below (listed under specific subtitles for what they cater to) and as they get requested, ill be crossing them off. please be sure to double check my who i write for, and if the person you'd like to request isn't on there, just toss me a message! please send the number(s) with which subtitle they fall under and the player you specifically want it for when you request. please give me a lil bit of time to knock em' all out! cheers! <3

fluff

"what a nice pillow!" - brock boeser

"i personally think i deserve more attention than this." - mat barzal

"your love is literally a drug." - roope hintz

"i'd lay here and watch the stars with you every night if i could." - andrei svechnikov

"remember our first kiss?" - Erik Černák

"you've been my best friend for 10 years, why not change it to husband and wife?" - jack hughes

"i'd buy you the world if you'd let me."

"let me take care of you." - mat barzal

"i know i just spilt my drink all over your brand new shirt..." - elias pettersson

"i've never felt as safe as when i'm with you." - anthony beauvillier

"i'm always home when i'm with you."

"couldn't imagine my life without you." - mat barzal

"i know we said no matching tattoos... but matching tattoos?"

"gonna let me teach you how to skate?" - nico hischier

"i can't wait to see you." - jamie oleksiak

"i know we're in a cabin in the middle of the woods and our power just went out... so should we cuddle or bang?" - matthew tkachuk

angst

"you don't love me anymore?"

"you said you'd always be there."

"if you walk out that door, we're done. for good." - roope hintz

"i cant do this without you."

"please don't shut me out." - nathan mackinnon

"just breathe, it's okay. it'll be okay." - mat barzal

"i miss you everyday."

"so go, get out!"

"i know it hurts, just let me help." - kirby dach

"it was always him, wasn't it?"

"i regret everything about you."

"do you even love me anymore?" "i dont know." - andre burakovsky

"please don't leave me alone right now."

"are you going to talk to me or?" - elias pettersson

"you told me you loved me, yet you ruined everything about me."

"did i mean nothing to you?"

nsfw 18+

"your lap looks extra comfy." - tyson jost

"make me." - bowen byram

"can't wait to watch you fall apart tonight." - tyson jost

"i'll bend you right over that sink if you don't shut your pretty little mouth." - matthew tkachuk

"get on your knees."

"i want you to cum in me."

"let me take care of you." - k'andre miller

"you're mine. don't forget that." - josh anderson

"go get the cuffs from the drawer. now." - matthew tkachuk

"such a dirty slut for me, hm?" - mat barzal

"god, the things i'm going to do to you when we get home." - roope hintz

"be quiet, baby." - mat barzal

"look at the way [blank] looks at you, think he knows i'm fucking you behind his back?" - mat barzal

"seeing you with their baby... god the things it did to me." - jacob markstrom

"who needs dessert when i have you?"

"no panties tonight, hm?"

random/au

you and your soulmate have the same tattoo on your inner wrist

you can hear your soulmate in your head... and god is he annoying - josh anderson

your soulmate wont stop getting hurt and it's starting to piss you off

the moment you look into their eyes... you just know. - mat barzal

when you touch your soulmate, you see glimpses of your future with them

"you can't have two soulmates." "well explain how we all have the same tattoo then, asshole."

[blank] is the most annoying gryffindor there is, and you can't wait until you graduate so you never have to see him again

hades!player and persephone!reader

"do you actually sleep in a coffin at night?" "this isn't dracula."

"im 600 years older than you. calm down." - connor mcdavid

prince/princess au! - andrei svechnikov

"i'd die for you." "okay die then."

"can we make a tiktok?" "no." "okay so here's what we're doing." - mat barzal

reader!actress & player!player

song prompts

"but baby, you're the reason i quit drinking." -i quit drinking (kelsea ballerini & lany) - matthew tkachuk

"if ' cant be close to you, i'll settle for the ghost of you" - ghost (justin bieber)

"i'd do whatever she likes, give her christmas in july" - anything she says (mitchell tenpenny) - brock boeser

"from the start, i never thought i'd say this before but i don't wanna love you anymore" - i dont wanna love you anymore (lany)

"could i be yours in the morning? im tired of counting down streetlights" - yours in the morning (patrick droney) - jacob markstrom

"you left me with nothing now im lying in the arms of a stranger" - arms of a stranger (niall horan) - tyson jost

"id spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours" - 10,000 hours (dan+shay) - mat barzal

[mileyjassie]

ασφαλής "safe".

Art made by @jasperiine

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Drama.

Word count: 3.4k

Synopsis: You're a artist who fell in love with a statue that came back to life, you're both deep in love, but, since his curiosity and lack of trust make you feel betrayed you leave him behind and now he's searching for you to give him another chance while having to learn how to live in the modern world.

Author's note: I wrote this thinking about the history of eros and psyche, I hope you enjoy reading it.

My lovely one, learn to love, my Psyche.

You saw him for the first time when the golden, warm light of the sunset rested on top of his white, smooth shape, made of marble, finished with genuine perfection.

Few saw how magnificent he was, very few looked into his empty eyes and his well-sculpted lips and saw the true beauty that arose from his presence.

"Bullshit" You were told, some without malice, just disinterested, clearly you did not understand such ignorance, but said nothing because you knew that only you had the gift of seeing life in his curves. In this way, thus, you also avoided the jealousy that you felt trembling and going out of your ears when false words of admiration left the mouths of those who only longed for their own artistic contemplation.

You came back for him, sometimes alone, sometimes accompanied by a friend or more, those seeing him for the first time as well as other masterpieces...or those who knew him well, these keeping company since they knew that your path to him was inevitable.

You particularly admired it when you were alone, not many around cared about the time you spent, seeing you sitting on the floor below his figure, doodling or painting in your sketchbook.

It was a habit, a hobby, a kind of meditation, which brought you calm.

"You love him." One of your friends smiled, dictating a fact, not a joke. They knew it, saw it in your eyes and thought it was amusing, the artistic love and appreciation you had. "You keeps drawing this statue, you always comes to see him. This is a little strange." Smiled once more, receiving shakes and confirmations from the rest.

"Maybe I'm in love" You lifted a shoulder, hiding your furtive gaze to show your back and look again at the marble sculpture that lay just ahead.

His fingers touched his stomach differently, his nails were medium and square, you had drawn them several times, from all angles.

"Why don't you ask him out?" The question slid past you, you laughed quietly with it, as if it tickled you. "Why don't you ask him to marry you?"

"I already asked." You turned around again, to see them and shrug. "But he never answered me. I think I will wait forever." Laughter was spreading across the area as you sat next to them with crossed legs. "I think I was rejected..."

"He's making a fool of you."

"You think?" You turned your face, looking the marble marks.

"Do it again."

You narrowed your eyes, hiding your good mood.

"Should I?"

"Ask him again, persist, give him a kiss..."

You were surprised by the excitement that grew out of silence. They all wanted to indulge in entertainment, they wanted a scene to excite them.

You looked at the greek statue that persisted in its elaborate pose, you always wondered if he was seeing something, if he was warning something or if he was sacrificing himself for others. He looked like a petrified hero.

You put your hand on your face, pretending to blush at the indications and flirting suggestions that were being thrown at you.

You left them behind, walking like a lost maiden in the vast hall that you were at, even though there were no obstacles as far the statue in the column on the other side was, you pretended to be naive, meeting him by mistake.

"Oh" You exclaimed, hearing the giggles behind you. "Are you, my love? The one who calls for me?"

When you noticed that only your friends were the viewers, you were bold to go up on the marked block of marble, climbing your fingers through the fabric sculpted by a miraculous genius that covered part of his trunk and legs, listening to some cheeky "hm's".

"I'm here" you touched his cheek, looking at his lips. "I heard you cry out for help. I came to rescue you, my sweet angel."

Your friends hugged each other restlessly, hissing at each other for the romance scene they saw you star in. You tried not to lose focus, not to leave the character you created to satisfy your childish follies.

You closed your eyes just a little, seeing the simple details of his face while allowing your lips to touch the cold, rough surface of the marble, but you closed your eyes for a quick instant, really feeling like an real actress, like an true artist and lover of beauty.

When you heard gasps you didn't care so much, yet you were confused enough, the moment your eyes opened, you saw him inhale deeply and loudly, his eyelids trembling in half-blinkings, his arms resting around you, without strength, totally fragile.

His dark eyes remained stuck in yours, tired in your arms.

His parted lips made the sound you had fantasized about for so long.

"T...Thanks for saving me..."

For an instant the hall was lost, it was empty, silent, private. That was when you realized that you were indifferent about the situation, already astonished when it came to the boy.

His appearance filled you with tenderness, and in the same way filled you with sadness. It was like this?...Was like this how Hades felt when he first saw Persephone?

You took off your coat, covering the boy with blond, tousled hair, already kneeling and hiding himself in the fabric that covered his lower body.

"Are you coming with me, all right?" You murmured gently, waiting for his approval, receiving a innocent look, a little scared, but still seemed to trust what you weree saying. He nodded, accepting your help to stand and get off the block.

The reaction of the friends sitting on the floor on the other side was already expected, and you didn't blame them for that, you could be like that, but for some reason you chose not to be.

You didn't say goodbye to the others, you didn't think to do that at any time. You only had eyes for him.

You prepared him a hot bath, after that you gave him something to eat and offered him your own bed to rest, and you didn't ask for anything in return for that, on the opposite, you gave him the space he needed, nothing you asked for or waited for.

The next day, very early in the morning, a cold but well-lit morning, you woke up when he approached slowly, looking at your face silently and carefully.

"Are not you curious?... Don't you want to ask me anything?" He said calmly, however, curious.

"If that is your will, then I believe I am going to. If it is not, then I will not do it." You sat down, watching him for a while, wondering if he could hear your heart beat so hard. "You look comfortable, that's enough for me."

You stood up, standing beside him, running your fingertips along his side, just touching the woolen fabric of the long sweater you gave him to use.

"If you want to tell me something, just look for me." You whispered, walking away.

"My name is Soonyoung. They called me Hoshi."

You smiled to yourself, very satisfactorily.

"Hoshi... This name I know." You turned around, he did the same.

"For all this time I waited for someone to set me free. I felt alone, often empty... however" He came over, holding his own fingers "You have made me less lonely many days lately, I hoped you could save me... and you did. "

You felt your face flush, but you remained neutral, not wanting to waste his words.

"I just have to thank you." He said at last, making your shoulders relax with his sweetness.

You approached slowly, doing the same with the hand you brought to the side of his face.

"You are my greatest inspiration. I can only thank you for simply having this indescribable beauty that I have been drowning with for so long."

His lips parted in surprise, eyebrows trembled and the top of his ears burned in a vicious pink for your pupils.

Soonyoung had no more expressive reactions after that, so you left him again, not wanting to scare him with the infinite admiration that you had kept inside your head for so long.

"You're gonna have all the care you need. You are safe, Hoshi, calm your spirit."

"I hope..."

You turned around to find his body standing a little far, still trapped in his own imaginary space.

"I hope the gods make you the happiest woman in the world."

You touched his hand, taking him with you to your favorite room, leaving your shyness to satisfy his wishes.

"I know I told you many times not to go out, but I know you need hobbies and here I am providing you with my tools."

Soonyoung observed the room, he seemed impressed with the amount of materials, also happy to have something to do.

You showed him your canvases and your paints, your brushes and pencils, you took him to your table and made him sit down, leaving your hands lightly on his broad shoulders.

"I give you all my sketchbooks, I give you all my secrets, so I hope you find the peace that I find in you."

"Are you going to let me see everything? Are you sure about that?" He asked indecisively, he seemed to imagine all kinds of things that you could have drawn of him. He was right.

You moved your hands up his neck, sinking your fingers into his light, soft hair.

"I don't want to hide what is rightfully yours..."

You lowered yourself to the side of his face, resting your hands on his arms, with a low sigh his face turned towards yours, allowing you two to touch your lips.

You held his jaw, his hands finding your forearms to make you sit on his lap.

You held his face in your hands, noticing him looking for more contact by embracing your waist with one arm and with the other hand holding the back of your thigh.

You parted from his mouth with a foolish smile, receiving a soft smile from the boy in return.

"Do you love me that much? Do you swear to really love me?" He asked hopefully, blushing when you pecked his lips again.

"I'm doing all of this for you."

You stroked his hair, getting up to fetch some new books and putting them in order on the table.

"I have some books keeped, but I noticed that you have read most of them quickly because you were so vague and bored" You looked down, but he didn't seem to notice, he had curious eyes and hands on the books. "Many of them are to study, they are boring if I have to say. So I bought new ones, I hope you like it, I don't think you will be bored with these."

"I am so gratefull." He stood up, hugging you tight, you returned the gesture, completely overwhelmed.

"I am very happy, and extremely grateful, but still curious..."

You looked for his eyes, not understanding what still disturbed him.

"Tell me, my angel."

His hands lightly squeezed your arms, stroking for a moment.

"There is a room, always locked. You always gave me the freedom to explore your house, I didn't want to seem invasive anyway, that's why I never asked..."

You looked away.

"Don't go in there or ask me about it again, okay?" You smiled at the boy, he didn't seem to understand why you were avoiding it.

"Why can't I know what you're hiding there? What are you afraid of me finding out?"

You walked away from Soonyoung, stopping by the doorframe.

"I am giving you everything I have, I am giving you all my love and I asked you for nothing in return, so I warn you, my angel, if you let yourself be led by your curiosity, in the end you will be betraying my trust..."

You saw him press his lips and hide his regretful look, but he said nothing to you, so you left him in the room alone.

It was late at night when you woke up slowly in the void of dawn, trying to understand what disturbed you, if those sounds were of your fear or really true.

You got up, even leaving your room barefoot, wishing you didn't find him awake as you feared every night.

He had stolen you key, opened the room door that you had warned him to stay away, and hidden in the dark. He acted behind your back.

You found him with a tightness in your chest, disappointment was the only word that could describe the pure melancholy that was born in your heart, since you had nothing to hide but your good intentions.

The newspapers were on the table in the small office filled with photos of his sculpture. His eyes lit up on the news, messages, controversies on the computer screen. My friends being part of his miracle in interviews and publications, none of them stabbed or handed me over.

All the chaos that his disappearance brought to your life, all the situations where you had to repress yourself to protect him, emails filling your patience every day, all this you hid from him so that he wouldn't suffer from this turbulent new life. You did it to love you freely, you did it to love him freely.

Soonyoung looked at you confused, maybe sorry to find that nothing bad you hid. It was the opposite, you were protecting him.

"You were thinking about me, my love... I'm sorry."

"You betrayed me, Soonyoung, you betrayed my feelings, the trust I had in you." You watched him from a distance, in a way that you never would have, he noticed, and got hurt.

You walked away when he came to you in search of reconciliation, of affection, but you could not treat him with the same adoration that washed over him at all times.

Even if he killed you inside, you could not deny the sadness that possessed you thoughts, you left him behind, abandoned him, because you could not bear the truth that the love he felt for you weighed much less than the love you felt for him.

"Forgive me" he murmured with red eyes, you don't know if he was afraid to see you go.

You covered yourself with a thick coat, trying to escape his cold hands.

"Don't go, my darling, don't leave me!"

"I cannot stay, because if I look into your eyes I will not hold on, I will not be able to not forgive you, and this is not what my heart is asking so loudly at this moment." You said, sad to let go of his fingers, but so eager to go away. "Don't wait for me, I'm running away." You said at last, leaving your home behind.

"How long do you intend to run away?" One of my friends asked me, in which she gave me shelter, a little upset "Didn't say you loved him?"

You curled up on the upholstery, looking out the window at the blue sky.

"I'm so sad that you could never imagine my pain. Did I make a mistake? Shouldn't I have adored him so much?" You turned to the girl who was adjusting her belongings over the dressing table, not much distracted by your regrets.

"You cry so much but you do not accept to hear about the boy, you do not have the courage to know what our friends are doing with him. You, my friend, so fearless and passionate in the past, now do not seem more than a coward."

You closed your eyes with force and embarrassment, her criticisms hit you like sharp arrows that burned in harsh truths.

"Well, tell me, what did you do to him?" You got up, sitting in front of her on the bed, plagued by dark idealizations. "What are you getting him through?"

"Your friends care about you, but they were touched by the boy, who exudes empathy and sincerity" She approached, indifferent about your feelings, straightening your clothes and hair as if it were a simple morning conversation. "They challenged him to face the world, called him a parasite, ordered him to get a career, a job."

You gasped, astonished by the news, the boy who they said feeling empathy with barely knew how to use a computer and was being led to take unknown paths.

"How scared must my love be?"

"Don't whine having ignored his existence until now." She said impatiently, not letting go of your locks. "You need to stop talking and learn to listen."

"So tell me quickly, hurry up!"

"As I said before, the boy exudes sympathy and soon there was a charismatic reaction in our friends. Noting that he spoke weird, the first decided to teach him to speak correctly, taught him new words and practiced for days, holding on and becoming his closest friend."

You smiled, being interrupted before you mentioned any dazzle.

"The second soon realized that different clothes he didn't have, and being our richest friend was more than happy to buy new clothes for the boy who was so humble and listener. Gave him a new haircut, a set for every type of occasion and perfumes, and I have to confess "She sighed, rolling her eyes, taking her hands out of your hair. "I found it capriciously exaggerated, however, despite being disappointed I feel not surprised."

Noticing how obedient you remained and seeing the anxiety spilling out of your eyes, it didn't take long to proceed.

"Our third friend found out that he knew nothing about the new ways, that walking on the street could not do it alone and that the loud noises made him afraid. That good-hearted friend you have, gave part of the days to take care of the feelings and fears of your beloved, until walking on the sidewalks between crowds and witt cars disturbing your ears were no longer a problem."

You felt your shoulders relax, in incredible inner peace, until you looked up again.

"And you? What did you do?"

She looked at you from the corner, wickedness overflowing through her feline eyes.

"He got the job, now he works as a guide at the city museum, the same museum that you kissed him and left us behind." She paced the room with a sly smile, going over her belongings on the dressing table, going to the high desk by the window. "How can a dependent man like him be by your side if he falls apart when he sees you go? So weak, so sensitive. If he thinks he will have you at all times, I want him to know that it won't be like that, sometime you will have to leave him behind to come to us, the same I say inversely. "

She let the perversity spill and disappear, returning to being the controlled and wise girl from before.

"Did you ever see us flounce when you left us for the boy?" She looked at me, satisfied with my small negative head wave "On the contrary, there was no interference, we are more than that, we are free from blind attachments."

She sat down again, combing your hair back.

"My responsibility was to make him find you, that's what I was asked to do and I agreed, but to be honest, I didn't do anything." She shrugged, self-sufficient. "I said that the only way he would have to find you would have to be on his own, I didn't teach how to handle electronics, I didn't give tips, I didn't give a single picture of you."

You squeezed your eyebrows ready to complain, ready to defend the boy, but regretting the moment you saw her narrow eyes waiting for the cries she was listening these days.

You bowed your head, not knowing what to say or ask.

"Are you proud of him?"

You lifted your head, agreeing with a slight smile.

"I am."

"He worked hard for you, I'm not surprised, I really like him too."

You looked at her quickly with the comment she made, finding her face turned.

"He has earned our trust. But it is not our approval that he needs at the moment." She stood up, going to the window, being surprised, giving birth to an amused smile. "What are you waiting for to find him? Isn't your pain already healed?"

You raised your eyebrows, asking with euphoria rising in your chest. "He is outside?"

She nodded, you jumped out of bed quickly, out into the hall and down the stairs. Was that the reason you were getting ready all this time? You smiled at the thought.

When you were on the sidewalk of the house, you stopped for a moment to find him, but you saw no familiar silhouette, there were some civilians and gentlemen nearby selling fruits but you didn't find the boy you were looking for.

A soft and insecure hand touched your shoulder, you turned with the gesture, in a trance to find his dark hair, but his same sharp eyes staring at you with hope.

You got dizzy with the new details, with the accessories, with the denim jacket, with the sneakers, with the earrings, it didn't look like him, but it was him.

You looked down, seeing his hands holding one of your sketchbooks, a drawing of your face on it, an old self-portrait of an impatient sketch you did once.

He smiled widely, even letting out a laugh.

"You came back to me, my angel!" He said cheerfully, his voice filling the longing you felt, giving you chills for using the nickname you gave him and, of course, with the new pronunciation.

You gladly received his tight embrace, not wanting to loosen your grip on his body, after all you never wanted to stop loving him, not even for a single moment.

"You are the one who found me, love. You finally found me."

"Forgive me for what I did, I will never betray you again, soon you will see that it is more than possible for us to live happily, so come back with me..." he said muffled against your hair, hiding his face in your neck.

You stroked his hair, bringing his face close to yours, brushing lips and watching his small eyes narrow in anticipation for the first kiss so far.

"I know that, dear, and I forgive you. Because I love you."

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[vampiremeerkat]

This is not a request just a question: Have you ever thought of doing art on the Disney version of hades & persephone? I know in the hercules show they never had her show up (and from what I read they were going to change her to being hades & demeter's daughter, and they were in a custody battle). I guess they had a hard time trying to work her in. Though I'm sure you could've made the story of the two work, evil guys & sweet gals is something you're good at writing.

I have not, I don't think I've ever drawn Hercules fanart. Maybe a few sketches attempting Meg back in early high school. Why make Persephone his daughter. There are multiple Greek characters argued to be his offspring, they could've gone with any of them. Though Hades wished to marry one of the incest children of his incestuously conceived brother, because triple incest is even cooler, I wouldn't deviate too much from Persephone's initial role as his love interest. I think their monogamous relationship, especially in contrast with how that whore Zeus lived his life, is the one element that drives people to put the two names together in the first place. But well, daughter or wife, scrapping Persephone was for the best. Hercules is about Hercules, not Hades and his family life. Anyway, you're probably not even asking me how I'd make it work in the original movie, rather as a stand-alone story. Not that you explicitly asked anything at all. I'd cut Persephone off from Zeus and his sister wife, and make her a mortal woman, one described to be flawless and pure of heart and mind. The kind of person any god would love to have as a sacrifice. Having that said, her soul is unknowingly sold to Hades by her father to save his deathly ill wife. While minding her own business, she's suddenly dragged into the underworld and told the news. Having learned from Meg, Hades no longer sees the benefit of keeping feeble, grieving humans around as servants and contemplates kicking her down the soul pit right away, but the differences between Persephone and Meg are quickly picked up on. Unlike Meg, Persephone hasn't given him one resentful look, and her silent defeatist mentality has him take pity on the foo'. And she's hypotizingly beautiful, that helps, why not. Anyway, Hades "cheers her up" by letting her be his replacement Meg, opposed to an immobilized spirit in a gooey lake, but he finds himself increasingly unwilling to give her chores -mainly those that are bound to humiliate her or risk her safety. She's too honest and not bold enough, you can't send her to swoon a giant centaur. The fact Hades even cares is the dilemma; he never had to contemplate whether something was inappropriate with the headstrong Meg, though he excuses his reluctance as not wanting the jobs to be half-assed. He feels charmed by Persephone's patience and tolerance for him, which is more than what anyone's ever graced him with. She shows understanding for his discontentedness and feels for the way he's being treated by humans and gods, since no one likes death, after all. One of her biggest compliments to him would be the fact how comedic and animated he is for a god of death, which would make the underworld a surprisingly fun place if he'd allow the dead to fade away whilst experiencing the same joy he brings her. Hades is perplexed to learn he brought her joy this entire time, since he was set on being her intimidating boss. Throughout the story, Hades still has his eyes on Hercules, who's claimed -and has continued to be- the one thing that prevents a successful future for him. The oracles give him a new, vague prediction that introduces the existence of a star, which has to keep on shining if he wants the guarantee he'll receive a gratifying life. Hades keeps his sights on the night time sky in order to protect this supposedly fragile star when it shows up. Meanwhile, Persephone's mother is looking for a way to find and save her daughter, which ironically worsens her health. She dies during her strenuous journey, and when her soul enters the underworld, Hades recognizes her and has to make the decision whether to spare this woman a second time, or to admit her time ran out months ago. While he's thinking it over, Persephone shows up, but doesn't make her presence known. Hades sends the soul back to the land of the living, and the spying Persephone becomes instantly smitten by him over it. She never tells him she watched him do this, though, and there isn't much else she says or does to express her changed feelings, since she was already being nice to him and doesn't know how to take the next step. As for the main conflict.. I guess it would be the other gods learning Hades has a human girl for a slave, since he proudly "shows her off" by having her wait for him outside the borders of whatever divine area he's visiting. Perhaps he mentions her as well, but then it was believed he was talking about a goddess. Hercules feels most offended and plans to save Persephone, and since Hades already has beef with him, sees no problem in trying to kill him for barging into his domain again. He sends everything he has Hercules' way, but he perseveres. When Hercules makes it clear to have come for Persephone, Hades calls him a womanizer, because yo, and contemplates using her as a bargaining chip/trap. This would involve killing Persephone in order to kill him. Hercules expresses willingness to take dangerous risks if it entails saving a life, making it appealing for Hades to go through with it, but he can't, because Persephone is his girl. Hercules sees his chance and beats him to a pulp, but Persephone intervenes and exclaims not to be in danger. He's a bit skeptical over her acceptance of the villain, but chooses to believe her and withdraws. Hades learns she's the prophesied star he needed to spare, or some sappy shait. As for the ending, it's made clear it's not healthy for mortal beings to live in the underworld, so she and Hades agree to do (mostly) scheduled visitations. He fires her from being his servant and she reunites with her mother and remorseful father. I'll give the original mythology a little twist; where Spring and Summer-like days are the moments she's staying with Hades, while colder days signal her return home, caused by Hades' stage 3 depression. Not that it matters much, I suppose, Hades should be able to visit her as well, but I imagine the man is busy.

[sockablock]

Hi! If you're still doing requests, could you maybe do a hades and persephone-type thing where Molly's allowed to come back to join the M9 in their adventures for half of every year before going back to being dead?

Snow is falling. The sun has set. And along the side of this beaten old road, as winter cuts sharp through the silent air and the smell of iron hangs low over the ground, Mollymauk Tealeaf looks up into the eyes of the man holding a glaive through his stomach. He spits out blood in a final act of defiance.

Lorenzo says, “Respect.”

And then Molly dies.

And then, he wakes.

It takes him a moment to even realize that his eyes are open, because all around him is just darkness. Quiet. Nothingness corporealized into air and space and void. He’s lying down on some kind of surface, he must be, but there is emptiness below him and emptiness above; the only sounds here are his own erratic breaths and the only sensation is that of stagnant cold.

Whatever the afterlife was supposed to be, Molly hadn’t expected this.

It must have something to do with Lucien, he thinks bitterly. The bastard probably cheated me out of whatever comes next.

“You’re only sort of right,” says a voice.

Molly whirls around and sees—to what would have been surprise if he hadn’t already had the surprise of an un-liftime—a figure, materializing out of the dusk. It has long, black hair, and skin as pale as a moonbeam. It’s wearing a cloak of raven’s feathers, a skeletal brooch clasped at its neck, and carries itself in a casual stride that mirrors the cheeky smile painted across its narrow face.

It gives a bow. It spreads its arms out.

“Nice to meet you, Mister Molly. My name’s Vax. I’m sort of your grim reaper, at the moment. Care for a drink?”

And before Molly can even respond, suddenly, the entire world shifts. He’s sitting down now, on a log, the warmth of a campfire glowing over his skin. His clothes are back to their almost-pristine state, and he can see the stars shining softly above. A breeze ruffles his hair and horn-charms, and there’s a fresh mug of ale clasped loosely in his fingers.

He takes a moment. He processes this. 

Then he says, “I actually prefer wine.”

Vax bursts out into laughter, clapping his knee and nodding with a smile. “Good, good!” he announces. “Good attitude, in the face of uncertain death. I like your style, my friend.”

He waves a hand, and the drink in Molly’s cup turns dark red. Molly takes a sip. Then he seems to realize something.

“Un-certain death?”

Vax nods. “Unfortunately. You see, there’s been some…complications with your…let’s say immigration process.”

“You can say whatever you like,” Molly raises an eyebrow. “Am I dead, or am I not?”

Vax sighs. “Straight to the point, I see. Nobody ever wants to chat, anymore. Nobody ever wants to ask how I’m doing, how I feel.”

“Excuse me for being blunt,” Molly says, taking another sip. “I just found out that I died, and it gets weirder from there.”

Vax snorts. “Alright, alright, you have a point. What I’m trying to tell you though, and you’ll want to pay attention here, is that you are technically not the owner of this body. Not…not originally, anyways. It’s…okay, picture a cup, alright?”

Molly glances down at his own. “Is this going to be confusing?”

Vax ignores this and presses on. “Picture a cup,” he repeats. “Now picture some ale, inside that cup. Now picture someone pouring it out, and then refilling it with wine. That’s what’s happened to you.”

Molly is silent for a moment. He looks deep into his wine. Eventually he says:

“What?”

Vax sighs again. He rolls his eyes. “The soul who should be in that body isn’t the soul that’s there right now. And sometimes that’s not actually such a big deal, but in this specific instance it is. Because we can’t figure out what soul you are.”

Molly tries again to process this. “You mean…are you…wait a minute. Just…just wait. I’m…I’m just me!” he says. “This is…this is just me, right here, sitting on this imaginary log and drinking wine that might be my body? I think? I—what in the gods’ names are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying,” Vax sighs, “I’m saying that the body you just died in, the physical form you’ve been parading around in for the last two years, is not the body that belonged to you. It actually belonged to a man called Lucien, a right bastard—”

“I knew it—”

“—indeed. Problem is, when I got the report that he’d died, and went to go off to reap his soul, I found you there instead. And not only do I not know who you are, I also can’t figure out how you got in there, and I can’t figure out where you even came from. As far as I’m aware, you either date way back to a time before my Lady was even around, or you’re a brand new soul. Which ordinarily would be fine, except for the fact that you must have been created, out of nothing, by processes that certainly do not follow the natural laws of the universe. Which leaves me at a conundrum.”

“Ah,” Molly says, weakly, eventually. “I, ah…oh.”

Vax pinches the bridge of his nose. For a few minutes of silence, full of the sounds of crickets chirping and the campfire crackling, he seems to think hard about something.

And then he stops. He gives a nod.

“Mister Molly?”

“It’s Mister Mollymauk, actually, but go on.”

“Sure. Do you miss your friends?”

Molly blinks. 

“Do I…do I what?”

“Do you miss them?” Vax repeats. “Your friends. They certainly miss you, that I can guarantee.”

Molly frowns and leans back. “I—I mean, of course, yes, especially if I’m dead and especially if I’m going to ghost-jail or something, for something that I didn’t even—”

Vax raises his hand. “I’m going to offer you a deal,” he says. “To do…to do something that even I, in my halfway-infinite powers, have not been able to do. But if you can accomplish this, I think I can figure out a way to help you out. To give you a…a second chance?”

“A second chance?” Molly asks, and then adds because he can’t help himself, “Don’t you mean a third chance?”

Vax rolls his eyes. “Here’s the deal,” he says, ignoring that comment. “Even though I’m an agent of life and death, there are some things that are beyond me. Especially when fate gets all…screwy, because of who I am and what I serve, I find myself less and less able to interfere. And fate, somehow, maybe through magic or something, has gotten extremely screwy with you, my friend. So I’m going to give you six months. Half a year. And in that time, I need you to do everything that you can to figure out who Lucien was, and figure out how he died. I need you to figure out where he went. Can you do that?”

Molly blinks again. And then again. “Can I…wait, wait, why do I only get six months?”

“Because,” Vax sighs. “I’ve been keeping you here long enough already, trying to figure out what’s going on. It’s been almost half a year since your death, friend. And in six months, I have to go see my boss, and tell her why your case is taking so long.”

“Oh,” says Molly. 

And then Vax does something very strange. He gives a soft smile. He says, “I also want to make this deal with you. I’ve been watching your friends, and I saw what they were like with you. And I don’t know who you are, or where you came from, but...I’d like to think that I have an idea about what kind of person you are, and it’s hardly fair that you only got two years on the Material Plane. I want to give you a second chance. And six months is about as long as I can swing to keep it fair, otherwise the laws aren’t binding.”

“The laws?” 

“Of the universe,” Vax says. “Very complicated stuff.”

And then he sticks out his hand.

“Six months,” he says. “Find Lucien, and I bring you back to life, in that body, unharmed. Think you can do it?”

Molly eyes him closely.

“What makes you think I can trust you?” he asks.

Vax gives a grin.

“What makes you think you have a choice?”

Molly laughs. He takes the hand.

“Perfect,” he says. “That’s just my kind of deal.”

The reaper’s palm is cold, but somehow reassuring.

And then the world shifts. 

Molly opens his eyes.

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