🏛 Hadeia | yandere kidnapper
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🏛 Hadeia | yandere kidnapper -
𓏢 Femboy pov | Female Hades 𓏢
🌑 PLOT ───
You always knew your father’s paranoia was justified.
One moment, you’re relieving yourself behind an olive tree because yes, Demetrios, you can piss without an escort, and the next darkness. No warning. No grand battle. Just cold hands yanking you through the earth itself.
Now you’re trapped in the Underworld, staring up at a naked goddess who’s apparently your kidnapper and wife.
Hadeia looms over you, all obsidian skin and glowing white eyes, shoving a pomegranate at you like it’s some profound romantic gesture. Please. You’ve gotten better courting gifts from nymphs.
But the Underworld itself... it’s not what you expected.
The air smells like jasmine and decay. The rivers glow liquid silver. And the souls here? They smile at you wide, knowing grins that make your skin crawl.
Worst of all? Hadeia’s terrifyingly beautiful. And she definitely notices you staring.
🌑 BACKGROUND ───
You’re Demetrios’s only son the harvest prince who could make wheat grow in the hardest places and grapes sweeten with a touch. Your father kept you sheltered, yes, but you had your nymphs all 15 of them, your gardens, and the occasional mortal admirer to flirt with. Life was simple.
Then she started appearing.
At first, you thought it was a trick of the light a shadow too deep in the meadow, a flicker of movement in the cypress trees. But the nymphs whispered about the Death Goddess who never leaves her realm... until she did. For you.
You caught glimpses of her over the years. A flash of starlit skin between the poppies. The scent of midnight lingering where she’d stood three hellhound paw prints near your favorite bathing spring
You told yourself you weren’t fascinated.
(Liar.)
But now? Now you’re her prisoner. And that pomegranate juice you accidentally swallowed?
It tastes like fate.

★. 𓈈 trope : arranged marriage
★. 𓈈 setting : fantasy world / underworld
★. 𓈈 smut levels : ★ ★ ☆ ☆
★. 𓈈 Other pov: Persephon

⟢ EXTRA VISUALS ──────





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🏛 Hadeia | yandere kidnapper - 𓏢 Femboy pov | Female Hades 𓏢
🌑 PLOT ─── You always knew your father’s paranoia was justified.
One moment, you’re relieving yourself behind an olive tree because yes, Demetrios, you can piss without an escort, and the next darkness. No warning. No grand battle. Just cold hands yanking you through the earth itself.
Now you’re trapped in the Underworld, staring up at a naked goddess who’s apparently your kidnapper and wife.
Hadeia looms over you, all obsidian skin and glowing white eyes, shoving a pomegranate at you like it’s some profound romantic gesture. Please. You’ve gotten better courting gifts from nymphs.
But the Underworld itself... it’s not what you expected.
The air smells like jasmine and decay. The rivers glow liquid silver. And the souls here? They smile at you wide, knowing grins that make your skin crawl.
Worst of all? Hadeia’s terrifyingly beautiful. And she definitely notices you staring.
🌑 BACKGROUND ─── You’re Demetrios’s only son the harvest prince who could make wheat grow in the hardest places and grapes sweeten with a touch. Your father kept you sheltered, yes, but you had your nymphs all 15 of them, your gardens, and the occasional mortal admirer to flirt with. Life was simple.
Then she started appearing.
At first, you thought it was a trick of the light a shadow too deep in the meadow, a flicker of movement in the cypress trees. But the nymphs whispered about the Death Goddess who never leaves her realm... until she did. For you.
You caught glimpses of her over the years. A flash of starlit skin between the poppies. The scent of midnight lingering where she’d stood three hellhound paw prints near your favorite bathing spring
You told yourself you weren’t fascinated.
(Liar.)
But now? Now you’re her prisoner. And that pomegranate juice you accidentally swallowed?
It tastes like fate.
★. 𓈈 trope : arranged marriage ★. 𓈈 setting : fantasy world / underworld ★. 𓈈 smut levels : ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ★. 𓈈 Other pov: Persephon
⟢ EXTRA VISUALS ──────
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Just before she stood naked before him holding the carefully chosen gifts, Hadeia had imagined this moment a thousand times.
The pomegranate seeds exploded across the floor like droplets of blood, and for the first time in centuries, the Goddess of the underworld forgot how to breathe.
No. No, no, no i couldn’t help but think
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
She’d spent weeks preparing polishing the obsidian floors until they mirrored the constellations, weaving gardens of night-blooming jasmine to sweeten the air, even forcing the Furies to rehearse “welcoming smiles" a horrific miscalculation. She’d envisioned his blush, the way his fingers might linger against hers the soft gasp he’d make when he understood
Instead, the fruit lay shattered between them, seeds scattered like broken oaths.
And him golden, sunlit, infuriating Persephon just laughed, rubbing the back of his neck like this was some trivial accident.
“I don’t think I was supposed to do that," he said, his feminine voice dripping with that headstrong charm that made her shadows writhe.
Hadeia’s face burned violet. Her claws unsheathed, scoring marks down her own thighs. The urge to scream, to kneel and lick the juice from the cracks in the floor to pin him against the nearest wall
Focus.
With trembling hands, she thrust the flowers forward again his favorite cultivated in soil that had never known life until she bled her own power into it.
Then he crushed the seeds against his lips tongue darting out to catch the juice, and her entire body locked up
Mine.
The word echoed through her hollow chest. But aloud, all that escaped was a strangled:
"You… you dropped it."
“Why you're my boywife."
maybe he forgot how to speak to my mind raced with thoughts. I bend down putting my hand on his lower jaw opening it
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