| 1. | [100moods] 92. Surprised | Sparrow x Frost, last-name basis | 2. | [15pairings] look who's on top | top!Simon x Frost not during groupsex | 3. | [50harlequins] Spoiled Rich Girl and Poor Boy | Circle!Sparrow x Victor!Frost | 4. | Alduin x F!DB x M!DB, corruption & Shout!Sex | 5. | [15pairings] indecent exposure | Galen x Frost, seduction |
| 6. | Avery x Rylan x Jackson, dubcon & sex pollen | 7. | Caderyn catches Charon x Adrasteia | 8. | [15pairings] men | Simon x Sam, first time | 9. | [citrus-taste | Kinkier Table] 44. masturbation | Sparrow x Frost | 10. | [alphabetasoup] Hades | Sparrow x Frost |
| 11. | Dark!Hera x everyone AU | 12. | demon!Rylan x Avery x Ion, dubcon (Susanne & Myles Die AU) | 13. | Dom!M!Dragonborn x slave!Ancano x slave!Ondolemar, mindbreak | 14. | Domme!Esmeralda x slave!Scorpius x slave!Octavius, noncon & mindbreak | 15. | Dom!Sigurd x slave!Charon x slave!Caderyn x slave!Zephyrus (+ Adrasteia) |
| 16. | [citrus-taste] K-2. table | Sparrow x Simon x Nadia | 17. | [citrus-taste] 26. harems | Harem/Parabellum Crossover | 18. | [paranormal25] 23. writer's choice, tentacles | 19. | Malene x Ancano, fantasy AU & arranged marriage | 20. | [Maze of Fiends] Mate or Die AU |
| 21. | M!DB x M!Werewolf, hentai physiology & urethral penetration | 22. | [over-look] play dead | Izzy x Octavian, necrophilia roleplay | 23. | [smut-69] oil | Sparrow x Frost | 24. | [smut-69] orgy | Sparrow x Frost x Simon x Nadia x Loretta x Izzy | 25. | [lover100] S-61. secret | Sparrow x Frost |
| 26. | [lover-100] S-27. threesome | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 27. | [citrus-taste] K-47. in public | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 28. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #1 | 29. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #2 |
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[alphabetasoup] Hades | Sparrow x Frost
Pairing/Rating: Sparrow/Frost NC-17
Challenges: H is for Hades [alphabetasoup (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/14967.html)] | 30. innocent [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Chocolate Chip Mint (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/19351.html#chocolatechipmint)] | 4. terror [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Chocolate Chili (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/21793.html#chocolatechili)] | 23. picking berries [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Strawberry Banana (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/22106.html#strawberrybanana)]
Summary: Surely, Sparrow thought, she was safe; even a man as perverse and insatiate as her father wouldn't sink so low as to touch her. It's a pity, then, that she forgot her uncle. [see (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incest_in_folklore#Greek) + this (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melinoe) and this (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zagreus)]
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, forced marriage, forced incest (uncle/neice)
The Rape of Persephone [1/?]
The main roles will be played by Sparrow (Persephone), Frost (Hades), and Octavian (Zeus/Demeter). Minor roles will be played by Simon (Adonis), Nadia (Aphrodite/Artemis), Loretta (Aphrodite/Hera), Izzy (Athena), Idris (Poseidon for lack of a better option), and possibly Seth (Ares).
So we'll see how this works out.
Nadia sometimes pitied her youngest sister, and it was for the very same reasons that she envied her. The girl was naive, young and innocent and still untouched, and she was utterly confident in her safety, even as their father watched her like he did; somehow it had simply not yet occurred to her that she was in the same danger that the nymphs and the mortals were, didn't yet realize that even her sisters weren't immune, as they had led her to believe.
At some point in the near future ,they all knew--save Sparrow--that they would finally learn whether this deception, committed of Nadia and Loretta's own volition but eagerly encouraged by their father, had been the right thing for the girl. After all, Sparrow was the skittish type, strong-willed and liable to run once the danger became clear, and while Nadia and Loretta hoped to keep their sister innocent and safe for a long as they could, Octavian hoped to keep her there.
And eventually, their father would finally make his move. Nadia could only hope that once he did, Sparrow didn't make the wrong decision. Octavian's wrath was not something she wished to see again. Not against another of her sisters.
Sparrow had never met either of her uncles, and if her father had his way, she wouldn't meet them tonight, either. For the first time in centuries, generations in the fleeting lives of mortals, the three of them--Octavian, King of the Gods and Lord of the Earth; Frost, Lord of the Underworld; and Idris, Lord of the Seas--were gathering together in the Hall atop the Mountain, and while both of her sisters had been invited to attend the feast on their honor, Sparrow's own request to join them had been summarily denied. Octavian had all but forbidden her from joining them, and what Sparrow couldn't begin to guess was why.
Perhaps there was a good reason for it. Sparrow knew very little about her uncles, after all--knew nothing more substantial than their respective names and domains--and it was entirely possible that her father might in fact have a perfectly valid, noble reason to separate her from them. But if it existed, she couldn't name it, and her sisters weren't willing to supply it, either. Try as she might to get the answer from them, her efforts to persuade them bore no fruit; both Nadia and Loretta seemed determined to keep her in the dark, holding to their silence so thoroughly that in spite of all her efforts in the weeks leading up to the festivities, Sparrow was no closer to understanding than she had been at the start. And she wasn't about to stand for that.
From high in her tower of the Hall, hidden away behind more guards than she could count and doors she didn't have the skill or the strength to unlock, Sparrow knew the moment her father's guests arrived. It wasn't as if anyone was keeping it from her; quite to the contrary, her uncles were announced by a veritable explosion of fanfare, lightning and thunder and the deep rumble of the Earth, and Sparrow's tower shook. Which of them felt the need for such drama, she couldn't begin to guess, but tonight she was grateful for it. It was her cue.
Once she had watched them all disappear into the Hall, far away from any point that would let them see her tower or what she might be doing in it, Sparrow moved. Out the window, down the ivy, and onto the roof she scurried, heading toward her eldest sister's empty room. Loretta would already be at the feast by now, so she had nothing to fear as she dropped herself onto the balcony, landing hard on her feet but pleased with her success, and she slipped silently into first the room and then the hall beyond.
The Rape of Persephone [2/?]
The hall outside Loretta's room was thankfully unguarded, and Sparrow flitted down the halls unimpeded, her light skirts swishing as she raced toward the banquet hall. She would do well not to enter there, she knew--not while her father was there, at least. He wouldn't be pleased with what she was doing tonight, not in the least, and Sparrow wasn't looking forward to what would happen if he discovered her out of her rooms in spite of his orders to stay. She guess what the punishment for this disobedience would be, but she knew it wouldn't be anything she wanted to face, and so she steered clear of it, opting instead to head them off.
Assuming neither Frost nor Idris was particularly prone to snitching, her father would never have to know.
It was Idris who she found first, tucked away in yet another tower of the massive palace she called her home, and she was grateful to see that his retinue either mistook her for a messenger of her father's or else recognized her and permitted her passage out of ignorance of her father's rule. When she entered the tower, he was alone in the room, not a single servant in sight, and Sparrow was thankful for that; the less ears overheard this meeting, the better. But he was distracted, and he had yet to notice her entrance; his eyes were on the trunks stacked in the center of the room, as if he planned to begin unpacking but was uncertain how to begin without the servants' help.
"Uncle," she said softly, and he looked up at her, startled.
For a moment, he merely stared at her, and she wasn't surprised by the reaction. They had never met before; she doubted the man had so much as caught a glimpse of her in all her years, locked away as she was by her father's odd and wholly unwarranted jealousy. Finally, though, he seemed to recognize her, or else to guess the only name she could possibly be. "Sparrow." She nodded eagerly. "I... hadn't expected to see you. What are you doing here?"
"You wouldn't have seen me," she answered. "Father doesn't wish us to meet."
Her uncle's eyes bore into hers, and Sparrow had the distinct impression of being searched; what the man was looking for, she couldn't have guessed, but she had nothing to hide from him nevertheless.
"Do you know why?" he asked finally, and the question surprised her.
"Because--" She struggled to come up with the answer, and part of her wondered if perhaps the query was some kind of trick. "I don't know. Do you?"
If what she saw in his expression was actually the pity she took it for, she couldn't understand why it was there. "Does Octavian not want you at the banquet tonight?"
"No. He doesn't."
Idris nodded, and he appeared to be thinking deeply, lost for a moment in some secret thought. "Then you shouldn't be here."
"I don't care what father said," she protested quickly. "And if you're worried about it, you don't need to tell him what I've done. It's not your fault, in any case. I only wanted to meet you--and Frost."
"You haven't yet, though, have you?" Idris asked.
"No," she answered honestly, wondering why--if--it mattered. "I found you first. I intend to meet Frost next, before the banquet if I can. If I can't, perhaps afterward. I don't intend to let him leave without introducing myself, no matter what rules my father inflicts upon us all."
Idris' dark eyes were unsettling, far too speculative while his tongue held his secrets in silence. "Why does your father not want you to meet us?" he asked again.
Sparrow felt uncertainty sinking into her mind like an oil absorbing into skin. "I couldn't guess," she answered. "It's one of many decision I don't understand. Loretta and Nadia are permitted to go, and I can't imagine what makes them different from myself. Perhaps I've displeased him in some way--unless it was the two of you."
Far from taking an offense to the implication of her words, Idris gave her an approving look. "I doubt you have," he answered evenly, and it sounded distressingly like a dismissal; she wasn't ready to go. Who knew how many years it would be before she could meet with him again; a few moments every few centuries wasn't nearly enough. "You should go see your uncle before someone catches you out of your rooms."
The Rape of Persephone [3/?]
"Though, Sparrow--a word of caution before you go." Sparrow froze mid-step and turned back to look at him. The words didn't bode well, and Sparrow waited anxiously for him to continue. "None of us do anything without a reason. Not me, not your father, and, if you've any sense at all, not you, either. Be careful."
Wide-eyed and suddenly frightened, Sparrow nodded, thanked him, and fled.
So far, this was not at all going the way Sparrow had intended. Her meeting with her uncle--one of them, at least--had been cut short, put to an end by the mere mention of her father, and yet Idris had suggested she continue on with her plan. He had advised her to seek out the final brother, to go to Frost and introduce herself; what difference that would make to Idris, Sparrow couldn't guess any more than she could fathom the reasoning behind the slew of odd questions with which he had assaulted her. But she would obey this order, if no others; she still wished to meet her uncles, both of them, and perhaps meeting Frost would go at least better than her meeting with Idris had gone.
While Sparrow had found it surprisingly simple to slip past Idris' retinue of servants and guards, it was even easier to reach Frost's rooms. She went entirely unimpeded down the halls, and by the time she reached the door to his temporary home within their ancestral abode, she had begun to suspect that this was because he had none in the first place. It was an odd thought, a god with no attendants, but unless they were all, down to the very last one, busy in parts unknown, it certainly seemed to be the case. She wondered if she should pity the man... or envy his freedom and quiet.
With a wariness in her mind that she hadn't harbored before Idris' ominous words, Sparrow knocked on the chamber door and waited.
It was only after she knocked a second time--and then a third--that someone finally opened the door. She had been on the verge of giving up, moments away from turning on her heels and sulking back along the path to her own rooms, when the door opened and she found herself face-to-face with the second of the men she'd been so desperate to meet.
He looked more surprised to see her than she was to see him, and she was quite surprised to see him (as she had, after all, nearly given up on the idea that she would). After a moment of silent stares, he stepped away from the door and gestured for her to enter. She did, but with more caution than she would've liked. Idris' mysterious warning still burned in her mind, and she knew not what to make of it; whether it would matter to her now, she was unsure.
"Sparrow?" he asked once the door had closed behind her. He stood several feet away from where she was at the center of the room, appraising him as he did the same to her. He wore the visage of a slightly older man, just as her father did, fair-skinned and blue-eyed. The only significant sign of visible age on him, however, was the shocking silver-white of his hair, but the color reminded her of not the gray hair of an aged mortal but of cold and ice and winter, and Sparrow shivered involuntarily as her gaze flickered back to meet his.
"Yes."
"Why are you here?"
She bristled in her displeasure. Why could none of them merely be pleased to meet her? Why must they continue to demand to know her every reason? Why, indeed, should she even need a reason to meet her family?
And that, in turn, was the answer she decided to give. "I wished to meet my family. Father--"
"Didn't want you to," he interrupted, finishing the thought for her, and she clamped her jaw shut, displeasure growing by the moment. Perhaps this had all been a mistake after all.
"No."
The man gave her a wry smile that she didn't quite understand. There was nothing amusing about this; quite the opposite, she was finding. "I suppose he's afraid someone might whisk you away before he's had a chance to stake his claim?"
Sparrow blinked, startled. The assertion was outrageous, and for a moment, she didn't know where to even begin refuting it. "Excuse me?" was all she could muster, and Frost has the audacity to laugh.
The Rape of Persephone [4/?]
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."
"And I'm sure he's delighted by that."
Sparrow eyed him warily, now wondering if she'd truly made a mistake in coming here. Perhaps there was a reason her father hadn't wanted her to meet his brothers, after all. "What are you saying?" she asked him, and she feared what answer she would hear.
"What I am saying, dear girl, is that your sisters have been keeping secrets from you. Very important secrets. Secrets that I suggest you ferret out of them if you know what's good for you."
"What secrets?" she pressed him. Whether he was talking about anything real, she didn't know; but he was speaking obliquely for some reason she couldn't discern, and if these secrets were truly so important, why in creation wasn't he simply telling her?
"Would you believe me if I told you?" he asked her, smiling wryly. "Forgive me if I suspect you would not. Now, sweet thing, is there something you wanted of me? I fear you're risking quite a bit if you're truly defying your father just for a meeting."
"I--" Sparrow's words fell short. "Father doesn't have to know. I certainly don't intend for him to find out; do you, uncle?"
There was a discomforting amusement in his eyes as he surveyed her. "I wouldn't dream of telling yours secrets, little Sparrow." Finally glancing away from her, he patted the empty seat beside him. "Won't you join me?"
The sound of warning bells rang in her mind as she lingered in the center of the room. Everything tonight was strange, from the unfriendly behavior of Idris to the now over-friendly attitude of Frost, and she found a part of her mind still preoccupied with whatever secret about her father it seemed they were all keeping from her. She could try, she reasoned, to wring the truth from her uncle, to accept his invitation to sit and linger here until she had the answers she wanted from him. But she didn't trust him now, not after he'd decided to withhold the truth from her in the first place; and there was something uncomfortable in the way he was looking at her.
And the more she thought about the glitter she could see in this man's eyes as he watched her, the more convinced she became that it was something she'd seen before. Something she'd seen in her father's eyes when he looked at his daughters. When he looked at her.
"I..." she tried again, finding herself once more unable to find the words to guide her through her fears. "I don't think so, no."
Frost leaned back, reclining leisurely against the cushioned back of the sofa, and he raised a brow. But his surprise didn't ring true even to her, and she frowned as he spoke. "I thought you wished to get to know your family?"
"I said I wanted to meet my family," she reminded him, and he offered her a quiet laugh in response.
"Then you've gotten what you wanted from me, I take it? You're ready to run back to the pretty little cage your father tried to lock you into?"
She wasn't, not at all, but this had gone so far from how she'd imagined it that she didn't know what the alternative was. She had hoped her uncles would welcome her like the family she was, that they would offer her the kind of love her father and her sisters did, and that wasn't at all what had happened. But she didn't want to go back.
When she didn't answer, Frost continued. "And what of my desires?" he asked softly. "Perhaps I wish to get to know you?"
"There's nothing to know."
"Life must be dull for you, then. What, at least, is your domain?"
Sparrow hesitated. "I... have taken none."
"You have no title?"
"Kore."
Sparrow jumped, horribly startled by the sound of Frost's laughter, sudden and loud. "The Maiden. I should have guessed," he said. "My brother's sweet, naive little virgin girl. What would he title you if you were taken, I wonder? Would it condemn you, perhaps, for failing to protect your precious virtue, or would he paint you the victim, even if you'd been seduced?"