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Greek Mytho - The tale of Persephone and Hades
(switch (ftm) Slime, switch Mariana)
(Content: a teeny bit of bondage, body worship, and eating out for dinner c:

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The air smelt of fresh pollen. The spring air stuck to Charlie's glistening skin, sunlight glinting off the surface of deep blue ponds. The sun kissed his back as he knelt, picking flowers from a large patch of grass. He delicately picked some violets, drawn to its deep color. Birds chirped a strange song, their throaty noises attempting a harmony of the same song. Butterflies flitted through the air like a kaleidoscope, their vibrant colors drifting.

Spring was his favourite time of year. Its when every god seemed to be in sync, humming along to the same tune.

Blossoms greeted him, their buds opening up as he passed. He was dressed in a tunic, its white fabric brushing along the grass. He stepped barefoot, grass tucking between his toes, as he searched for the perfect flowers to add to his bouquet.

"I wonder what flowers Mother would prefer." Charlie thought aloud, giggling as bees zigged and zagged through his hair and behind his ears. "The goddess of nature is so picky about her flowers."

Charlie skipped, nearing a large pond. Its bottom was filled with large silver stones, shining like glass. He skimmed the pool's surface with his finger tips. Water coated his fingers with warmth, luring him like milk. He walked along the shore, ignoring his damp feet and clothes. He watched as fish swam to greet him, nipping at his soles. He cackled, scrunching his nose at the sensation. The fishes beckoned him to follow.

They swam along the shore as Charlie chased, clutching onto his bursting bouquet.

They led him to some flowers.

Shiny with dew, they stood strongly near the water. White as snow, its petals curled open like a wide greeting. Its petals looked like a wide smile.

"They're... beautiful." He gaped, gingerly touched their stems. They lacked mars or bites, like insects avoided them. "They're perfect."

He sighed in delight. His mother would adore them.

However, what Charlie didn't know was that these beautiful flowers were actually narcissus: a flower made for him.
A trap.
Crafted by Rhea, the flowers were a gift into his new life.
A life that would never let his go.

As he pulled at the stems, the birds around him chirped louder. A warning.

Charlie heard a growl.

"Is that my stomach?" He glanced around, seeing nothing but tall grass. The air stilled.

Charlie felt a rumble, his knees stiffening.

"What the-"

Crack!