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Hades!Aleksander Morozova x Persephone!Reader

word count: 4.2K

genres: Greek Mythology!AU, angst & fluff

summary: You were forced to stay in the garden that your mother, Demeter, made for you. A mysterious god soon enters without her knowledge and the secret love that you both share becomes something that you no longer want to hide.

author’s note: I swear I’m not making an excuse to have the reader be in a cottage in everything I write.

You had no doubt in your heart that your mother loved you more than anything a god or mortal could offer, but that was the problem. Her love for you was so strong that the mere thought of having you roam anywhere that was not the area that she created for you made Demeter’s skin crawl. She had seen what the mortals were like. They were greedy, violent, and selfish. They were just as cruel as the gods whom they served. The same gods that brought havoc wherever they went. Consequently, you never left the garden that you were born in. Decades passed, and all you knew from the moment you were brought to life was the nature that was right in front of you.

It was no wonder what occurred to you happened the way that it did. Your curiosity and lack of contact with anything that was not approved by her was the perfect storm to a situation that would plunge the human world into a famine. If the nymphs could have told the story, they would have said it was inevitable, but if Demeter could, she would have said it was an avoidable tragedy.

The god that was at the root of the disruption of the seasons did not know of your existence at first, but once he did, he began a fixation that not even time could help him abandon. If you were not sleeping, you were with the nymphs that were tasked with watching you, but that was not entirely a problem. After all, Demeter was the god of harvest, so that came with its own set of responsibilities that required her to be gone for long enough periods of time for him to go unnoticed in her own realm.

His intrigue started off small, like any obsession. When he was not dealing with his affairs, he went to go see you. The longing gazes from him did not go announced, but he always remained unseen. So, when you told the nymphs about how you felt like you were being watched, they laughed and Nadia even said, “By whom? There isn’t anyone else here besides us.” At first, you dismissed your feelings and considered it a case of “cabin fever” like Genya mentioned and told yourself to not dwell on the feeling. Even when it persisted, you ignored it until your suspicions were proven correct.

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It’s DOOOOONE! It’s finally finished! Oh my gosh, what a journey this has been! I started concept on this last July (2020) and have been working in chunks via Instagram Lives to complete this sequel papercraft of the Six of Crows for over a year! I’m so excited to present Hook And Crook, inspired by a specific scene that happens in Crooked Kingdom. I’ve been stating this over and over again during the lives, but there were specific mirrors happening here between the two papercrafts that wholly define the dynamics of the characters and the two books.  

We talked about how the symbols in the facade of the Slat in Featherdark (Six of Crows papercraft) represented the strengths of each character (cane, knife, guns, bombs etc). The crow is standing proud and upright, above the city, to symbolize the upper-hand that the dregs had during SOC.

Now, the tables have turned in Hook And Crook. The symbols on the facade of the hotel show the character’s weaknesses (gloves, a red bird, gambling wheel, Dunyasha’s stars, paintbrush & laurels etc). The crow is defensively crouching with its hackles raised, the city above and oppressing - all representing the dregs having to turn and fight under dire circumstances. And bonus! When you put the two side-by-side, a little nod to a certain Ravkan symbol takes form! What a stupidly fun project this was! I’m so happy it’s finally finished and I thank you all for those who joined me in the lives to watch the process! (so sorry for the low quality on this; Featherdark is my most pilfered artwork for unsanctioned merch 💔)

Happy birthday Ben Barnes.

Fun fact he has the same birthday as my 1 year old cousin

So happy birthday to you too Kyleigh.

The Temple of Sacred Ashes

Hades!Aleksander Morozova x Persephone!Reader

word count: 2.3K

genres: Greek Mythology!AU, angst & fluff

summary: For most of your life, you lived in the garden that your mother, Demeter, created for you. You never left it until Aleksander, the god of the Underworld, took you away upon your request. In your absence, the crops of the human world began to fail because of your mother’s despair.

author’s note: This is technically the final chapter, but I will be making an epilogue :D

PREVIOUS. PART III . EPILOGUE COMING SOON

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The following day, as you arrived at Mount Olympus with Aleksander by your side, the pomegranate seeds sat heavily in your stomach. You were sure that if you moved too quickly, you would regurgitate them. The decision that you made with your lover was a testament to your loyalty to one another and it felt like it was at the expense of Demeter’s sanity. You were now forever connected to the god who had shown you the world.

From across the room, he and you could see your mother and Nikolai. It was like years had passed and this was the first time after a decade that you had seen her. She looked just as you had left her. You did not expect yourself to be so excited to see her, but when you saw her smile and glassy eyes, you were already prepared to make amends and move forward.

Demeter saw how Aleksander held your hand and how he slowly let it go when she started stepping toward you. You approached each other slowly, as if a small whisper would have brought both of you to dust. She looked over you to be certain that you were not being returned with a single hair split of your crown, then without any warning, she nearly crushed you with a hug. 

“Y/N,” she whispered as she patted your head while she embraced you. She said your name like the prayers she had been making for the past weeks. Her voice shook like a low earthquake and her eyes had a layer of water that was ready to topple over her water line. 

“Mother,” you said as tears were bubbling in your throat. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more than I can explain,” she cried.

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im begging anyone who sees this post to prevent rapesexual, im begging you. no one will see this but if you do reblog to get the message out that these fuckers exist and dont deserve to exist heres the flag so you can know who to fucking block, report and tell to fuck off

i dont want this to ruin the pride and help with self esteem of being lgbtq+ so a signal boost from larger accounts might be nice

jelly have mercy on me

Been looking for this amazing fic and I finally found it again

Always and Forever 

Summary: The entire team knows that (y/n) is a vampire, but what happens when the very family that turned her shows up? Especially, the notorious flirt that is Klaus Mikaelson. Can Loki handle a little competition, or will his jealously get the best of him?

Word Count: 6600

Rating: v spicy, deff 18+

Warnings: sexual themes, blood, dirty talk, violence 

Authors note: this is honestly a fight I’d pay money to see because both men radiate lethal amounts of big dick energy 

♡if you enjoy this fic you’re welcome to leave a reblog/like/comment! feedback is not only welcomed but encouraged!♡

As you turned to face Loki you noticed he had a weird look in his eyes. While continuing to listen to him you secretly focused on the sound of his heart beat, the longer he spoke the faster it went.

“Loki is everything okay?” you asked while raising one of your eyebrows. You’d been sitting next to him in his room. You both were talking about what you normally talked about; everything.

You could hear his heartbeat quicken before he thought of something to say, and then it was calm again. He smiled, “Yes love, you don’t have to always worry about me”. Rolling your eyes you got up from the bed.

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