#seven circles of hell

[remixedroses]

I don’t usually do this but everyone needs to see this video

[justgivemeabookplease]

I’m thinking about how Wasteland, Baby was a call to action and a tongue-and-cheek acceptance of the end of the world. And how Eat Your Young and Unreal Unearth are about the nine circles of Hell, about the afterlife, about the consequences after death. I’m thinking about one album cover being under water and another being buried under earth, about NFWMB “ain’t it like thunder under earth the sound it makes”, about Unreal Unearth and unearthing something, un-burial, about Like Real People Do “what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth.”

I’m thinking Eat Your Young, about Kronos’ mythology, about hunger for and to keep power, about gluttony. I’m thinking about Swan Upon Leda, about the lust Zeus had for Leda, about the greed of man over bodies, about who is the sinner. I’m thinking about angels, about their lack of power in Swan Upon Leda “could never belong to angels”, about their fall from grace in the “Unknown” song “I thought you were like an angel/going unknown as any angel/you called me angel.”

I’m thinking about Hozier.

[voldkat]

trying to make a suns design . i am not feeling very creative today im happy with their head and their fluffy but a little confused with the rest of their outfit

[i-only-see-daylight]

Emilia: Go to hell! 

Wrath: Where do you think I come from?

[litnerdwrites]

Want it - Euphemia

A/N: I had this idea a couple of days ago, and thought it'd be a fun story to write. Euphemia is six in this, and Wrath is an overprotective father. I hope you enjoy it.

TW: Little blood, but just cuts, canon typical threats of violence (I know I mention that a lot, but threatening people is like, Wrath's hobby), mentions of a child potentially having drunk wine. She never does on page, but the possibility is discussed if that's something that bothers you. Really, it's mostly fluff.

“I blame Sloth. He’s already out here, giving us all bad reputations, he’s probably done something to rub off on the kid,” Lust complained, waving a hand in his brother’s direction. A thud is heard, and Lust yelped as he spat out the wine he just sipped, then threw Sloth a nasty look. “See? He’s getting defensive!” 

Wrath narrowed his eyes on his brother, while Emilia just shook her head.

“If she learned this behavior from anyone, it’s more likely to be either you or Gluttony,” Sloth drawled. 

“Don’t drag me into this!” Snapped Gluttony. 

SLAM!

The table- No, the whole room shook when Wrath slammed his fist against his desk. His brothers glanced towards him, eyes narrowed. 

“If none of you can be helpful, then you can leave,” he seethed. 

“Witch's tits, are you really that concerned about this?” Lust groaned.

Wrath narrowed his gaze on him, while Envy shook his head at them, choosing to take another sip of his Dark and Sinful instead. Pride nursed a flute of sparkling wine, his thoughts likely stuck on Lucia, and how Wrath had pulled him from his search for her, while Greed idly tossed a coin in his hand, and Gluttony tasted one of the tarts Emilia had set out for them. Wrath had sent messages to his brothers, demanding their presence shortly after he and Emilia put Euphemia to bed, and they’d arrived an hour later. Since then, he’d been resisting the urge to send them back to his circle in pieces. 

“Remind us again what the problem even is?” Envy huffed.

 Wrath was about to snap his brothers’ necks one by one and then- A warm, gentle touch pulled him from his thoughts. He glanced down to see Emilia’s hand resting gently over his own. She gave him a reassuring smile, before turning to her brothers in law. 

“Euphie has developed… A new interest,” she began tentatively, “in wine.” 

Lust sputtered into his wine glass, making a poor attempt at disguising his laughter and ignoring the way Wrath reached for his House Dagger. 

“In wine?” he asks, “Isn’t she a little young to be an alcoholic, brother?” 

Wrath narrowed his eyes, and Gluttony scoffed. 

“If you want me to send you back with your intestines hanging from your gut, brother, you need only ask,” Wrath seethed. 

“If you want to brawl, brother, then I-” 

“Enough.” Emilia interjected, “If you want to kill each other, do so elsewhere. This is about my daughter,” 

“You think somebody gave her alcohol?” Envy questioned, brow raised. 

“Yes. I want to know which one of you is behind this,” Wrath growles, scanning his brothers, but making eye contact with Lust, Gluttony and Pride, in particular.  

“Well who let her drink it to begin with?” Pride asked. 

“We aren’t even sure if she had any yet. We only suspect,” Emilia responded, eyes narrowing at Wrath, even as she held her husband’s arm to keep him from stabbing his brother before she got an answer out of him, “She comes to our room when she has a nightmare, and tries to sneak into the bed with us, but recently, she comes in almost every night. At first we thought her nightmares were getting bad, but every night she goes straight for the wines Wrath keeps in our chambers. Sometimes she sits and stares at them, others, we catch her trying climb up the case to reach them,” 

Lust found amusement in the situation. 

Wrath did not share the sentiment. 

Eventually, Pride walked over, shoved Lust out of his chair, and made himself at home. Greed merely raised a brow at the action, then snickered as Lust protested. 

“Are you sure it’s the wine she’s interested in?” he asked, “Perhaps she just wants to climb something like a monkey? She’s done it plenty of times for it to be a viable option. Or perhaps she’s simply not tired enough to sleep and wants entertainment?” 

Wrath’s eyes narrowed, while Emilia thought over the suggestion. 

“If she’s bored, why stare at the wines? Why not try to wake us up or find a servant?” she wondered. 

“As for climbing the wine rack, we actually considered that. The following night, we emptied the wine rack, and placed some pillows around it, so she could climb it,” Wrath added.

“But?” Greed coaxed. 

“The moment she saw the wine rack empty, she sat on the floor and began sobbing loudly,” 

Amusement sparkled in Lust’s eyes, while Wrath dared him, dared him, to make a sound. 

“There’s also the possibility that she just wants to copy Wrath,” Greed supplied, grabbing their attention. 

Emilia’s brows furrow. 

“Copy Wrath?” she asked. 

“She’s only six. If she saw Wrath drinking Demonberry wine, perhaps she decided she wanted to try some too?” he shrugged, “Hasn’t she always been a daddy’s girl?” 

SMASH! 

A sudden crash has the room’s occupants whipping their heads towards the door. Emilia is out the door first, followed by Wrath, his brothers right on his tail. As they make it to the staircase leading up to the King and Queen’s suite, a loud cry echoes from the top. 

Wrath quickly transvenios up to their chambers, not bothering with the stairs, his brothers following after and Emilia. When they arrive, they see the king crouched amongst shattered glass and spilled wine, cradling their six year old in his arms, trying to hush her. Emilia rushes over to inspect Euphemia’s hand, ichor dripping down it from where shards of glass were embedded. 

“Oh, my baby,” she cooed, cradling her wrist as she picked the glass out, “What happened, my flame?” 

Euphie cried harder, burying her head into Wrath’s shoulders. 

“There there, dear heart. It’s okay. It’s already healing, see?” he said, so gently, it appeared as though he forgot his brothers were staring. 

“Wan’ it.” Euphie whispered, pointing to the wine rack, “But I fell,” 

“Oh, Euphemia. We warned you not to climb it, baby,” Emilia chastises lightly, kissing her daughter’s hands. 

“Wan’ it,” is all she responds with, gripping Wrath’s shirt tightly. 

Emilia and Wrath frown. 

“Why?” 

All eyes turned to Sloth, including Euphie, who still sniffled into her father’s shoulder. 

“Pretty. Like Mama and Daddy,” Euphie huffed, “Wan’ it,” 

“You’re a little young to be drinking- ” Lust tried only to be cut off.

“No! Want it!” 

The Princes frown, but it’s Sloth who reaches for a bottle that hadn't shattered, but did spill its contents onto the floor.

“I’ll get you some,” he assured, before walking to the kitchen connected to the Royal’s suite.

His brothers furrowed their brows, and Wrath was about to go and carve out his tongue, but Emilia urged him and the others to keep their daughter entertained.  

“I should probably know better, but I’ll ask. Are you going to give my  daughter wine?” Emilia asked, coming up beside Sloth, who was rooting through the cabinets. 

“No. I doubt she’d drink this at all, even if it were wine. Do you have any pearl dust, by any chance?” he asked.

Emilia raised a brow, but went to grab what he asked for regardless. When she came back, Sloth was pouring sparkling water into the wine bottle. Five minutes later, they were heading to their suite’s receiving chamber, where Wrath leaned against a wall, and Euphemia passed around amongst her Uncles, pouting as they tried to cheer her up. 

“They’re betting on who can cheer her up,” Wrath supplied, and Emilia rolled her eyes.

“Well I’m going to win quite a lot of money then,” Sloth muttered.

“Would you like to visit the ice dragons?” he heard Gluttony ask, and Wrath growled behind him, “Only the hatchlings,” his brother assured the king. 

“We already tried offering to read to her if that’s what you’ll do,” Lust poked. 

Sloth was not deterred. He knelt in front of Eupheima, who sat between Pride and Envy.

“I brought you what you asked for,” he told her, passing her the bottle. 

His brothers quirked their brows and narrowed their eyes, but said nothing.

Euphemia took the bottle, shaking the sparkling water and pearl dust concoction. Her eyes widened as she saw the swirl of colors, and even noticed some silver demonberry seeds floating inside. The princess’s eyes lit up, and she squealed at the sight. 

“Yay! Pretty! Thank you!” She grinned, shoving the bottle aside to jump into Sloth’s arms.

Envy only narrowly grabbed the bottle before it shattered, glowering at Sloth. His other brothers, aside from Wrath, did the same. But, with a groan, they each threw pouches of gold onto the table, scowling when they saw his smile. 

Once satisfied, Euphemia took the bottle and ran to Emilia with another squeal. 

“Look! Look mama! Daddy! Shiny! Sparkly!” 

Emilia knelt down, smiling at her child.

“It is, isn’t it? Is this what you wanted, my little magpie?” she asked gently, stroking the girl’s hair. 

“Yep! I wanted shiny things!” 

Wrath ruffled her hair, placing a kiss on her head, smiling as she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek, before Emilia scooped her up. She mentioned going to clean up her wine stained dress and sticky hair, before bidding the Princes a goodbye. Wrath turned from his wife and daughter to be met with his brother’s grinning faces. 

“Fatherhood suits you,” Lust smiled, barely dodging the dagger that flew in his direction.

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

Queen of the Damned — Demon Lord of Hell Alcina x Dead Reader

Your life was never yours. It belonged to your parents, the Church, and God. A good Christian girl on the outside, no one would've guessed you harbored a dangerous secret. One that you'd take to your grave.

After a terrible loss, in revenge you commit a crime against God - and now you must face the consequences of your sins. When you are condemned to the war-torn Seventh Circle of Hell ruled by the Warden of Violence; a huge demoness with serious anger management issues, violent tendencies, and a tragic past, all of a sudden being damned to Hell doesn't seem so bad after all.

Gather your flame retardant suits folks, we’re all going to Hell for this one 🔥

[chronicowboy]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @alyxmastershipper ily <333 (hope you had a good birthday!!!!)

been a bit busy recently so haven't made as much progress on the palm springs au as i'd like, was hoping i'd get some done today after walking the hellhound but then my brother stopped by with my nephew so i have written exactly zero words in 24 hours!! but you can have a sneak peek of the start of eddie's best man speech featuring christopher diaz

"Uh, hi, hello," he begins, clearing his throat when it comes out a little high pitched. "I'm Eddie, Buck's best friend and one half of his best man." He shares a conspiratorial smile with his son as he turns to him. "The other fifty per cent of the best man has been working on something special for the groom, right, kid?" Christopher nods, and Eddie's so fucking glad that he can put this off for even a few more seconds. "Want to give it to him now?" Chris stands from his chair on Eddie's right and pulls a carefully folded piece of card from his blazer pocket as he shuffles over to Buck's side.

"What have you got for me, bud?" Buck asks, eyes already a little glassy.

And Eddie thinks he might have miscalculated this actually because he remembers how the first draft of Christopher's What is a Buck? poem had ended. Two simple words: a dad. He doesn't know if the final draft had answered the question that way in the end, but it doesn't matter what it says when the tears start rolling down Buck's cheeks. Eddie has to turn away and take a deep breath as Buck folds Chris into a hug, something colossal and unwieldy shuddering to life behind his sternum.

"I love you," Buck whispers, voice wobbling. "So much."

"I love you too," Chris mumbles into his shoulder.

Eddie has to reach up to loosen the tie around his neck, so he doesn't choke on the lump in his throat. He tries to cough it out as Christopher returns to his seat and Buck slips the poem into his breast pocket, but it just feels like he's about to hack up a severed chunk of his heart.

"Maybe should have saved that for last," Eddie chokes out with a wet little laugh. The guests laugh with him, and Eddie sweeps a hand through Christopher's curls to ground himself. "Always have to outdo me, huh, mijo?" Chris just rolls his eyes. "Anyway, where was I? Oh, um, best friend, right."

not been very online today so i have no idea who's already been tagged but uh yeah i'll just tag my usual babes if u guys have anything to share <33 @danielsousa @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @diazass @try-set-me-on-fire

[remholder]

'cause it's time to bring the fire down // bridle all this indiscretion

long enough to edify // and permanently fill this hollow

[mask131]

Dante’s Hell: Two sides of the same coin

VIII) Fourth Circle: Greed

Upon entering the Fourth Circle, Dante and Virgil are confronted by a being that is alternatively called “Pluto” and “Plutus”. Called “mankind arch-enemy’s”, this entity, called by Virgil the “cursed wolf of Hell”, after frightening the visitors with an ominous sentence, is promptly shut off by Virgil, who reminds him that their journey is ordered by the powers of Heaven themselves, which makes Pluto/Plutus fall onto the ground, vanquished. Dante here reuses another figure of Greco-Roman mythology, or rather two figures conflated into one: Plutus, the Greek god of wealth and riches (it makes sense he would appear in the Circle of Greed), and Pluto, the alternative name for Hades/Dis Pater, the ruler of the underworld and king of the dead in Greek/Roman mythology. This confusion was originally present in the Greco-Roman culture itself:  “Pluto” means “the wealthy one”, “the rich one”, and already the Greeks and the Romans had established that the god of the underworld ruled over both the dead and the underground riches (metals, gemstones, etc…), to the point Plutus himself was sometimes seen as part of the chthonic gods. The fact Virgil’s world so easily break down Plutus/Pluto, as he falls on the ground “like a ship’s sail when the mast breaks”, “deflated, tangled in heap”, shows how this embodiment of wealth, while seemingly grand and frightening, is actually empty and quite weak when confronted with the true powers of good. And more importantly, Pluto/Plutus is given a line that has been a true mystery…

“Pape Satan, pape Satan aleppe”. It is the mysterious sentence that this entity tells to the protagonist as he enters the Fourth Circle of Hell, in a rage-filled tone, to threaten Dante/the Wanderer – and this sentence isn’t written in any actual language or dialect known. Some words can be recognized, such as the name “Satan” repeated twice, but otherwise it is a cryptic mumbo-jumbo, a nonsensical sentence to decipher. Many people have interpreted this sentence without ever agreeing on what it could mean: the most common theory is that this sentence is supposed to be an invocation to Satan, where Plutus invokes the devil himself onto the Fourth Circle, or maybe alerts him of what is going on, possibly invoking him as the “pope”, “emperor” or “god” of Hell.

Unlike the previous circles, here the sinners of Greed are divided into two clear groups, the Prodigal and the Misers, who embody the two aspects of the sin of greed (at least according to Dante). Both groups are cursed into constantly rolling before them enormous, heavy weights, while circling around each other, constantly shouting insults and war-cries at the other group, before finally throwing their weights at each other in a big, thunderous clash. Then each group gains back their weight, rolls out again with more insults and screams, clashes their weights again, and it all repeats forever and ever… Dante throws in a LOT of Greco-Roman references, from the constant rolling of a big boulder/weight as a nod to the legend of Sisyphus, to the clashing of the boulders being described as Charybdis making the waves crash against each other – but here the punishment still fits the contrapasso, because each group is doomed to constantly exhaust themselves by pushing aimlessly a huge, heavy rock that represents the material wealth and the earthly riches they grew so fond and attached to in their life. Of course, there is also a morbid irony in the fact that these two groups are locked into an eternal hatred, each one accusing the other of being the sinner, the vicious, the criminal, while no one realizes they are both in the wrong, due to the embodying the two extremes of greed: the Misers hoarded their wealth for the sake of owning and being rich, selfishly keeping all for themselves in a pure act of avarice, while the Prodigal expressed the reverse excessive love for money and goods, by spending their existence wasting their riches and squandering their belongings instead of putting them to good use. But both are now in Hell two undistinguishable groups in both body and action – only the specifics of the insults they throw at each other can allow to differentiate them. Or little proverbial details – for example the Hoarders have tight fists (showing their inability to lend a hand and their tight hold over their money), while the Squanderers have no hair (because an old Italian proverb says that prodigal will “spend even the hairs on their heads”).

IX) The Fifth Circle: The Styx

It is quite interesting that the second of the rivers of Hell, the Styx (also taken from Greek mythology) actually overlaps with the Fifth Circle of Hell. Indeed the Styx/Fourth Circle here is a sort of swamp, a marsh created by a spring of dark waters “boiling and overflowing” into a ditch, and drowning gray slopes until they turned into the great “slimy pond” that is this circle.

The Fifth Circle is often called the Circle of Wrath, because the main group of sinners here are those that allowed their life to be dominated and burned up by anger – now they forever wander in the swamp of the Styx, naked and muddy, their faces distorted by rage. In a constant state of wrath, they constantly fight each other with their bare arms, heads, feet (and even teeth), into violent muddy and swampy battles where they end up tearing the limbs of each other, without ever resting.

But there is a second group of sinners in the Fifth Circle… Sinners that are not wandering through the marsh, but rather sitting at the bottom of the slimy water, waiting in the black muck at the bottom of the Styx, constantly sighing and making bubbles as they only way of proving they exist. Their crime is apparently to have been “sluggish” or “sad” even in the most joyful and happy of days, and to have let “dejected/gloomy/slothful” smokes smolder in their hearts… This second group of sinners, doomed to stay under the surface, in the dark muds forever, is the subject of one of the big debates of the Divine Comedy… Indeed, from the choice of words and the general behavior they show, many read them as being the sinners of Sloth. But not of Sloth as we know it – rather as Sloth was originally… the vice of Acedia. A quick history lesson: “Sloth” in the seven deadly sins is a very recent addition. Or rather Sloth as “not liking work and loving too much rest and comfort” is a modern reinterpretation of the original sin it corresponded to. Originally, the sin of “sloth”, the sin that led one to not put any effort into things, to neglect their duty, to waste their talent, to dislike hard work, was not “sloth” but a thing called “acedia”. Acedia has been described as many way: the vice of despondency, a spiritual sloth, or the precursor to today’s burn-out. Acedia was a spiritual evil, a mix of sadness and boredom that led one to lose any kind of interest and involvement into whatever project or cause one could be part of, a spiritual torpor and numbness that destroyed any kind of love, hope, joy or care people could pour into the world – and, more than just causing one general disgust and indifference towards anything, could ultimately lead to despair/depression. This was the original sin part of the “seven deadly” – which only came to be known as a material, work-related “sloth” later in history. Many people consider that the sinners at the bottom of Styx are sinners of acedia, and thus it would make the total of deadly sins treated in the Upper Hell five instead of four, by adding Acedia/Proto-Sloth to Lust, Gluttony, Greed and Wrath.

However, there is a group of people that do not agree with this theory because they point out that ALL of the Circles of Hell are focused on one specific vice or sin, and that no other Circle hosts two vices at once. For example Greed has two groups of sinners, but they are both aspects of the disorderly love for wealth that is Greed. So, they argue that the sinners at the bottom of the Styx must be, like those at the surface of the swamp, sinners of Wrath, instead of suffering from Acedia (which is a distinct and different vice). Their theory is that we have to interpret their sin as one of “slothful and apathic wrath”, that make them constantly sad and burning inside – in this viewpoint, the sinners here (often called the “Sullen”) are thought to represent an internalized, passive form of wrath (unlike the exterior, active, violent wrath of the sinners of the suffer), to be sinners guilty of grudge-holding, rancor, spite and bitterness.

The debate is still up – maybe it is one, maybe it is the other, or maybe it is both at the same time, who knows!

Passing by the marsh, our protagonists arrive at the foot of a high tower, with at the top two flames appearing – that another fire answers far-away in the distance. It is actually the signal to call another boatman of Hell, here to take the Pilgrim and Virgil across the Styx proper (as a river flowing away from the marsh), and the one riding those “filthy waves” across the “marsh vapors” and swamp mists is yet again another Greek mythological figure: Phlegyas.

Here to take our protagonists to the famed and dreaded City of Dis…

[yahuanbk]

I've managed to get the precious Cardigan skin and I am not touching this gamemode ever again, EVER.

Who dicided that this was perfectly balanced and that a skin should be a reward?????

[benjinkies]

the thing about elevated horror stans is that you can derive meaning from literally anything. you can go all 8th grade english class annotations in the margins about LITERALLY ANYTHING. especially horror movies. on the flip side i can watch hereditary and say yeah seems like an average day in utah usa and be on my merry frickin way

[blackstarchanx3new]

Star rants about BL manga for a REAAAAALY long time

Lmao so I go to this specific book store to by M rated manga and apparently the cashier recognizes me by my face lmao.

I made a joke about it like, a month or so ago that "Oh yeah I'm probs the weirdo who buys BL porno manga"

And now I'm unsure if that's even a joke anymore.

I like to buy BLs and gamble if their terrible. (Idk why it just became a habit. X'D)

There was one so bad it's an internal meme between me and my bro that "Well it wasn't as bad as Caste Heaven".

NOTHING. Is as bad as Caste Heaven my god. I literally threw them in the garbage. X'D I cope with how legit triggering it was with ~COMEDY~ don't read it unless you hate yourself. It is SO BAD. I'm not a pearl clutcher by any means but HOLY SHIT.

Bitch club was at least MILDLY funny at times (Also terrible. But I kinda wanna know where it goes...? Is that bad??? X'D I've like, played with the idea of getting more of it just to see wtf happens it's like a crack series, but it's REAL. And terrible.)

Titan's bride is at least interesting enough plot wise I have somehow found myself with 3 volumes despite it being a Porn without Plot, but somehow has enough plot that I care 99xs more than the sex scenes. (Haven't read the 3rd one yet lmao but I does is have to know how it ends.) Also the art is nice lol. Characters are dumb as bricks tho lmao.

Ten count is a THING. That exists. Dear god I don't even have comprehensive thoughts on it. I've read it multiple times and I still dunno if I hate it or love it. I THINK I like it??? But Dear god my thoughts are COMPLICATED. It's like "Well I like this...but WTF WAS THIS" type vibe???

Bad boys Happy home is pretty enjoyable. Also has many WTF moments tho. I haven't reread it in awhile tho.

Hitorojime boyfriend- Terrible. Hated it. Didn't finish it. Less bad than caste heaven but that isn't saying much. Still god awful. Unlikeable as fuck characters. Kinda glad I hated it though because there's a whole other series it's attached to (Which I didn't know when I picked it up) so I at least didn't waste my time. (Does it say anything I was disapointed I found the recipe for it AFTER it was too late to return the "piece of literature"?) Art was cute though. Just terrible story and characters.

"I Didn't mean to fall in love" - AWESOME. I PICKED A DIFFRENT ONE OVER THIS ONE AND I MADE A MISTAKE. THIS ONE IS GREAT LOVED IT!~ ART 10/10 STORY 10/10 CHARACTERS ARE PRETTY GREAT TOO WOOOOOOOOOO

Seven days monday-sunday - Liked it. Was cute. By the same person who did 10 count so art was an absolute banger. Story wasn't by them so it was NORMAL. X'D

I have more but I'll shut up.

[ladymariayuri]

havel this havel that havel look at these nuts

[valkyrien]

wHAT

I JUST HAD TO READ THE TAG ‘I PREFER MY READERS TO BE 21+ YEARS OLD’ ON A FUCKING FANFIC

LIKE

WHAT THE BUGGERY DO YOU THINK YOU’RE WRITING THAT YOU BELIEVE WE NEED TO BE PUSHING SODDING MIDLIFE CRISES WITH A HEAPING SIDE OF POST-VOTING-AGE-EXHAUSTION AND SATURATED WITH AT LEAST TWO SHAGGING DECADES PLUS WORTH OF EXISTENTIALIST DREAD TO BE ‘READY’ FOR YOUR WORDS YOU FECKING CENSOR-HAPPY LITTLE TWITBIRD?!

[litnerdwrites]

Another late one. I'm so sorry! I had so many different ideas while editing this one, I'd hardly call it the same fic as the original anymore. I think I like this one much, much better though. Two days left, and that's kind of a bummer, but I've enjoyed seeing everyone else's works this week. Maybe it's because TOS will be out in October but I loved writing for Gluttony, and I have so many ideas for him. Enough that I was thinking of making this one a short series, if you'd like? I think I'll post a couple of theme over the coming weeks, if you want? Or would y'all prefer a different Prince? lmk!. @princeofsinweek

Day 5: Gluttony/Champagne Fountains

Indulge in you - Gluttony x Reader

WC:1,548

TW: Nothing explicit and nothing outside of canon.

You blink. 

Once. 

Twice. 

Three times. 

Your eyes dart to Prince Gluttony’s, then back again. 

The singular, slitted, beady eye feels like it’s staring right through you. It’s unnerving enough that you quickly turn back to the prince leaning against the side of your house, grinning like a fool.

“What- What is this?” 

Gluttony raises a brow at you. 

“An Ice dragon,” he says, like it’s completely obvious. 

“I can see that,” you mutter. 

“Then why ask?” 

You bring your hands together.

Eyes closed, you take in a breath. 

Hold it. 

Let it out. 

Slowly, you turn to him, holding your hands in front of your stomach, palms pressed together. 

“Then allow me to rephrase, your highness.” Gluttony’s grin only widens at your exasperated tone. “Why is it here? As in outside of my house,” you glance behind the dragon’s head, noting the lack of a body, “And where’s the rest of it?” 

Gluttony santers over, examining the creature from beside you. Hazel eyes shift from the creature to you, studying your reaction. 

“It’s a gift,” he replies, “As for the rest of it, it’s being broken down for the useful, and valuable materials as we speak. It’ll be brought for you then,” 

“You will do no such thing,” you scowl, “Aren’t you more the type to hoard the wealth from those conquests, than share them?” 

“Eh, that’s more aligned with Greed’s circle,” he shrugs, “And I am indulging in my sin, so don’t get your panties in twist,” Gluttony’s eyes slide to you, “Unless you ski-” 

“Don’t finish that,” you snap. 

He raises a brow, his grin turning sly. 

“Oh? Does that mean I’m right, and you aren’t-” he’s cut off by a fist to his arm, but laughs it off, “Getting defensive are we? You wouldn’t happen to mind if I checked-” another punch lands, this time to his face. 

Gluttony just laughs, while you go back to watching the creature.

“I’m being serious Ax,” you huff, “Why did you bring that thing here?” 

You turn from the creature, to Gluttony, otherwise known as Gabriel Axton, trying to figure out what he was up to. Yet, as per usual, he gives nothing away. Instead, he approaches the creature’s head, studying it.

“Do you not like it?” he asks, not looking back.

“It’s not that, I just- I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t need-” 

“You and I both know that what one needs is rarely ever a factor where I’m concerned,” he scoffs, “Overindulgence is the very nature of my existence, and that remains true, even now,” 

“I want to tell you off, but I can’t even be mad at you,” you whisper, shaking your head, brow pinched between your pointer and thumb. 

“I don’t understand why you keep fighting it. I can feel your desires, and I know when you lie, so there’s little use bothering to hide what you want,” Gluttony shrugs, eyeing you up and down 

You flushed red at his words, heart pounding at the insinuation, before you turned your head away, and pressed a hand over your mouth.

“That’s neither here nor there,” you muttered into your palm, “I can’t accept this,” 

“Why not?” he asks, “It’s a gift,” 

“One that I must graciously decline, your highness,” you reiterate. 

“Why?” 

You wanted to slam your head against the walls of your cottage. He always showed up here, at the end of every week, with some kind of gift, and usually an invitation to his House of Sin, which you always decline. He then leaves, often looking like a kicked puppy, and you’re left to deal with your guilt and ponder your choices into the late hours of the evening, only to do it all again the next week.

“Do you want something else?” the man in question pulls you from your thoughts. 

“Pardon?” 

“Do you want something else? I can give you whatever your heart desires, Y/N. Champagne fountains, more food than you could ever eat, the finest gowns, the rarest jewels, or even a live dragon for a pet, if that’s what you wanted,” he turns to you, watching carefully, “Name it,” 

“Ax- I-” you turn your head away, “I don’t need that, nor do I want it,” 

A lie. 

One you’re sure he caught. 

You wrap your arms around yourself. 

There’s so much that you want. So, so much. 

You wanted more adventures, more thrill. You wanted to learn to hunt, and feel powerful doing so. To pursue and indulge in your interests, to take charge of your desires and own your sexuality. You wanted to dance at parties in lavish ballrooms, in overly indulgent dresses that dripped with jewels, and to indulge until you were physically unable to do so. You wanted to drink from champagne fountain after champagne fountain until nothing existed but herself and… And him.

The Prince of Gluttony, Gabriel Axton, whom you had once sheltered in your modest cabin to wait out a particularly nasty blizzard while one of his hunters were injured. Ever since then, he’d visited you often, inviting you out, offering gifts, and keeping you company. Perhaps you indulged in his presence too much, seeing as each week it became harder and harder to say ‘no’ and send him a way. A fact he was most likely aware of. 

“You’re lying,” he accuses quietly. 

“I’m not,” you argue half-heartedly. 

“You are. You know that I can tell when you’re lying, so why bother continuing?” 

You freeze, stiffening at the icy tone of  his voice. When you look up at him, his eyes don’t meet yours, still staring at the dragon’s head. 

“I- What do you want from me?” He keeps silent, refusing to answer. “Tell me!” 

His head slowly turns to you, and your eyes widen as they meet his own. Every step back is met by another step towards you, until your back collides with the cabin walls. An arm presses against the wall by your head, while Gluttony leans over you, hazel eyes locked on yours. When you refuse to lift your head, his thumb and forefinger grab your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“I want you,” he whispers, as his eyes searched your own. 

“I-”

He hushes you, before he dropped your chin, and leaned forward. You stiffen, red staining your cheeks, as he presses his nose into the crook of your neck. 

“I want to devour you. I want to claim you, over and over until you can’t remember anyone but me. Until I occupy your thoughts, your heart, and your desires, the way you have to me. I want to take, more and more, over and over, until I’ve had my fill,” he scoffs, “I think we both know that’d never happen though. I want to give you more. I want you to have everything you ever desired, even in passing, and then some. I want you to give yourself to me, your heart, body and mind. I want to indulge in you, and never stop.” 

“I- You want to-” 

He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widened, flickering to his own, as he stared right back at you. You feel him ripping away each and every layer, bit by bit, uncovering every raw wound and secret you’ve ever kept. Yet, at this point, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, and your lips pressed into his. Your knees felt weaker, with each nip and swipe of his tongue. Had he not entirely pressed you into the wall, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed to the ground. 

After what felt like eternity, he finally pulled away.

“I want to give you everything, Y/N. Champagne fountains, caviare mounts, lavish balls, grand feasts, and more. If you asked me to carve out my very heart, or sell you my soul, I’d offer them up on silver platter in an instant,” his hands cupped your cheeks, “Let me give you everything,”

You stared up at him, cheeks flushing more under his palm. Your knees threatened to give way, but you managed to remain upright, and muster a smile. 

“Are you asking to court me, your highness?” 

“Nothing so pedestrian,” he scoffs, “I’m asking you to be mine. To let me indulge in every last piece of you. And in return, I’m giving you myself, my court, and whatever you long to indulge in, so long as you call me your own too,” 

You rolled your eyes at that, but can’t do much to hide the twinkle in them. 

“I suppose you are the prince of overindulgence. Perhaps I’ll give it a try, demon,” 

Gluttony grins down at you. 

“Just a try?” he dares.

“I have to know if I like it before I indulge,” 

He scoffs, leaning down to nip at your neck. 

“Have my previous attempts not been satisfactory?” he gestures to the ice dragon head.

Huh. You’d forgotten about that for a moment. 

“You’ve merely demonstrated your determination. Now it’s time to demonstrate just how deeply you wish to indulge. Over champagne perhaps?” 

“I shall have an entire fountain of it readied at once, should you return to my court with me,” he offered his hand.

With a tiny smile, you took it, holding tight.

“I can’t wait,” 

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Queen of the Damned Chapter 2: The Decision is live on AO3 🔥

You learn the fate the Warden of the Seventh Circle of Hell has in store for you.