Love that prompt list! How about 24 - “Did you just bite me?” - for the DV'Cule, please?
In honour of the fact I've just quit my weekend job - DC please humbly accept my first outrightedly suggestive prose answer: praise the soup and your patience, here we go:
TLDR: Venomous bites and kinky viziers is certainly a match, and not one made in heaven, even for gods.
TW: Suggestive themes, biting, nothing overtly described. Implied threesome.
Did you just Bite Me?! - The DVCule: Jafar x Hades X Facilier
The yelp that cuts though the warm, heavy air startles them so badly that someone – Facilier maybe – tumbles off the bed with a swear, helped by one of Hades legs as the god flails. Flames roar between blue and orange as he grabs the back of Jafar’s head and tries to yank, grunting at the teeth buried in his shoulder.
The sorcerer remains locked in place – dazed and cross eyed as he clings - sweaty, sinuous, satisfied and apparently on another fucking planet for all that he was paying attention.
“Did you seriously just bite me?!” Hades croaks incredulously. “Jaf- Jafar, what the fuck-”
Muffled groans and what sound like an aborted reply leak between wet flesh. Hades winces as he tries to pry the sorcerers head away but finds him all but locked into the muscle – golden ichor dribbling between them. Despite the sudden burst of flame all the sorcerer does is grip harder, tongue idly flicking at the blood as it dribbles down his skin and smears the sheets.
Facilier stumbles up, nursing a bruised backside and scowling - swatting at Jafar to move but only getting a strangled hiss and an unfocused red glare for his trouble. The bokor blinks, noticing the odd..smooth sheen of Jafars skin, and the subtle red and black banding beginning to show.
“Ah, fuck. Is he-”
“Fanged up? No shit.” Hades hisses, feeling the two white hot, needle-like fangs twitch and flex what feels like down to his bones. “I don’t- fucking- need an anatomy discussion doc, get him off-!”
“I’m tryin-!”
Mood murdered - they attempt to wrangle the punch-drunk half-transformed sorcerer off the larger god, trading swears every time the teeth buried in his neck jostle, grimacing as Jafar swallows more and more godblood and slowly begins to giggle and produce some kind of awful hissy purr that shakes the bed and makes Hades especially regret the fireproof spells written into it.
Eventually they manage to pop Jafar’s unnervingly stretchy jaw off, tossing the ex vizier to the side while Facilier grabs rags for the bleeding and Hades glares at his lover. Slitted red eyes blink out of sync back as the half snake curls languidly in place, sleepy and pleased.
Hades scowls. “Memo to me – add a clause about biting...” He pinches his nose and sighs explosively, letting Facilier swipe at his shoulder where the wounds are already closing. “Oy, he’s such a freak.”
Facilier chuckles at that. “Yeah. An’ you like it, so what does that make you?”
“A pincusion apparently, oy-” He rolls his eyes and rubs his temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Was just starting to relax too...”
Facilier makes a sympathetic noise and throws the rag away. He slides back up, all smooth grace now that tall dark and twisted was slightly snoring. He gently cards a hand through the flames, letting them wrap around his fingers as Hades leans into the touch. “You wanna keep goin? Or leave it here? I’m game for either.”
Hades hums as he mulls it over and leans into him. Facilier’s brows pinch as he realises he’s… actually having to brace the god kinda hard. “Uh...Cher?”
Yellow eyes slowly blink open, and alarm bells start ringing as he sees just how wide the pupils are. “Hades..??”
“Faci...” He mumbles. “...have...have there always been three of you?”
The bokor feels his stomach tie into knots as he suddenly connects some dots - snapping his head around to see Jafar yawn, yellow drops of venom still clinging to his fangs.
He about launches himself out of bed – ignoring Hades sudden whine - and scrambles for his trousers, slung over the dresser. “Gotta get Ursula darlin’ - berightback-!”
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I don't know how I'd ever convey this in art but. Thinking very deeply about how in boy king au, a very crucial part of characterization is that Seb is a wolf in sheep(or lamb more specifically)'s clothing and Fernando is a sheep in wolf's clothing.
Seb is very unassuming, very delicate, seemingly very vulnerable and malleable. But, deep down, he can be very ruthless. It's in the the way he hesitantly declares war, with a spark in his eye and a suppressed smirk. In the way he challenges someone to a card game or a horse race, proclaiming that he's not great, but winning every round and prancing around the room and mentioning it ad infinitum. The way he's able to instantly turn the tide in a debate in one fell swoop. By showing all his cards constantly and letting himself be vulnerable, he's making himself invulnerable. No one would ever consider him to be able to make big moves, so he wins every single time, because no one even thinks to expect it from him.
Fernando on the other hand, is constantly committed to having a looming presence and harsh reputation, but deep down, he's soft. He knows what happens to people when they're vulnerable, and he's not going to let himself be taken advantage of. The way he keeps a brave face when being informed of the marriage proposal, but goes back to his room and cries. The way he proclaims that he was always going to be the rightful ruler of Spain, but confides to Flavio that he never thought there was any real chance of it ever happening. The way he takes himself so seriously in public, but inside feels so giddy whenever he can make someone laugh. Everything to him always feels unstable and ready to crumble at any moment, and he's not willing to contribute to that by letting himself relax.
I think thats why it's very difficult for them to get along at first, because they have completely different approaches to how they carry themselves and make their way through life. Seb is confused at Fernando because he feels that he's very bland and overly serious at first, but truthfully he's not really seeing the actual Fernando. And Fernando finds Seb to be naive and easily taken advantage of, but that's because he's never seen Seb at his most cruel. Seb really loves when he eventually gets to see Fernando being vulnerable, and Fernando really admires and respects Seb when he sees him being serious. I think it just takes a while for them to show the other their full and complete selves, even the parts they can sometimes be ashamed of. There's this very compelling dichotomy in Seb laying out all his cards, but still being very difficult to read, and Fernando keeping his cards to his chest, but his intentions often being easily seen through.
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written as a thematic successor to this Dionysian prayer by Underflow of Dreamwidth, guided mostly by vibes and personal goals rather than sticking to the exact theming and goal of the original prayer; posted for lack of anything better to do with a typed-up version. color-coding should be obvious but if you're not sure what it's for... well, guess, that's half the point.
Odin, wise one, concealer, maddener,
who knows many secrets best left alone
Loki, sly one, lie-smith, tester of the mind,
who weaves trickery three feet deep
Blood-brothers, swift talkers, decievers
who can choose to reveal that which is disguised
Odin, twice-blind, flaming-eyed,
Loki, knot-tyer, thought-tryer,
I call to you now, who arrive like the hawk and the raven
Odin, old one, advantage counsel, who can see the truth
guide me to truth as well - awaken me to myself
Odin, wanderer, show me the path that I should walk
Loki, tangler, tree of deceit, clever-tongue with stitched lips,
Unwind for me the lies in my mind - unknot secrets from their roosts
Loki, spider, show me what threads rattle and what lies still
Grant me revelation, that which lies behind the illusion
Grant me direction, point my feet through darkness
Grant me clear sight, past deception and lies, Blind One, guide my eyes
Send me cleverness, with which to uncover and discover
And let me borrow fortune, luck, victory, and the strength to see and do
Loki, mischief-maker, give me sly words; and Odin, wise one, remind me when not to speak
Weather-maker, earth-shaker, father of songs, hearth-warmer and bright fire,
Send me discovery, give me uncovery, show me to the truth and how to see it; guide me over dangerous paces and the obscurations of night
And show me into interesting times.
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