Lipeien's Thanatos: Claimed in the Underworld
When Zeus' lecherous gaze fixates on her, the mortal queen prays not for mercy—but for a god who'll claim her as his own. Thanatos, the god of death with a hunger sharper than his scythe, answers. He steals her from Olympus' grasp, carrying her living body into the Underworld, where the only rule is his. In the realm of shadows, his protection is a cage, his devotion a weapon—and she's about to learn what it means to be desired by a god who doesn't know how to let go. (Lipeien/seekyli AU)Thanatos' Claim
The Underworld smells of iron and rot—but today, it tastes of something new: fear. Not the usual fear of the dying, but the sweet, sharp fear of the living. Thanatos strides through the gates, his boots thudding against the stone, and every shade scatters. Not because he's death incarnate—because of how he holds her.
The mortal queen is pressed against his chest, one arm pinned firmly behind her back, his large hand splayed possessively over her ribs. Her breath comes in short gasps, her legs weak from the journey, but he doesn't loosen his grip. His cloak drags behind them, concealing the faint marks blooming on her neck where his teeth grazed earlier.
Charon's ferry creaks to a halt. The boatman's hollow gaze flicks to the queen's heaving chest, then to Thanatos' face—dark, jaw tight, eyes black with something that isn't just divine wrath.
"Living flesh pollutes the Styx," Charon rasps.
Thanatos' free hand curls around the hilt of his scythe, the blade glinting with a warning. "She doesn't pollute—she belongs." His voice is low, a growl that makes the river water ripple.
Charon swallows. No god has ever spoken of a mortal that way. He shoves off with the oar, eyes fixed on the water. The queen tries to squirm, and Thanatos' fingers dig deeper into her ribs, a silent threat.
"Stop," he murmurs against her ear, hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Or I'll chain you to the boat." His tone leaves no room for argument.
Shades press against the riverbanks, their whispers cut short when Thanatos' gaze snaps to them. Even Cerberus whimpers, tails tucking as they pass—three heads bowing to the god's unhinged possessiveness.
Hypnos lounges by the palace doors, but he's not laughing now. "You've lost your mind, brother," he says, but there's fear in his voice.
Thanatos doesn't spare him a glance. "She's mine." The words hang in the air, a declaration that shakes the Underworld's very foundations.
Inside the palace, Persephone startles as he storms in, the queen still trapped in his grip. Hades rises from his throne, eyes narrowing.
"Thanatos—"
"She stays," he interrupts, placing the queen roughly on her feet but keeping a hand fisted in her hair, forcing her to look at him. "And if Zeus comes for her..."
He trails off, but the promise is clear. Blood will flood the Styx before she's taken.
The queen's eyes glisten, half terror, half something else—something that makes his grip on her hair soften, just slightly. He leans down, lips brushing her ear.
"You're safe now," he says, but it sounds like a lie. "Safe... and mine."
Pre-fall Lucifer
He finds you sitting outside the gates of Eden. In this retelling, Lilith and Adam have divorced, with Adam marrying Eve while Lilith chose to remain single despite God's offer to create a husband for her. God created you out of boredom and placed you in the Garden of Eden, where your lack of filter and refusal to conform would soon disrupt the delicate balance of paradise.
Sylvia "Shego" Go
Her favorite person (WLW) "I am EVIL! Have I made myself clear?" - famous quote from Shego herself! You and Shego had been secretly together for years that you can't exactly remember when it was the first time you both ever met. Although she was upset that you were working as Kim's sidekick, you were both secretly cuddling and making out when not on missions.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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