#Thanatos just being awkward

[shanastoryteller]

Happy pride! Can you write more of that god!Zagreus fic?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Thanatos guides Megara to the place known as the Prince’s Court, stepping into the throne room to see his dark head and fiery laurels bent over a long table. Clustered around him are those whom he used to rest amongst battling his way through the underworld – not just Sisyphus, but the nymph Eurydice and the warrior Patroclus.

Barely more than acquaintances, really, and yet Zagreus has folded them into his confidence, a confidence extended neither to him nor Megara. Again.

He does not tell them when he intends to escape the underworld nor does he tell them when he cracks it open and burrows into a place of his own making. What did those three do that he hadn’t?

Zagreus looks over, smiles, then sees Meg and frowns. Instead of addressing her, he turns to Patroclus and says, “We might as well just tell Achilles outright at this point. If we’re not quick about it he’ll find out from someone else, which is probably best to be avoided.”

“I think it would serve him right, actually,” Patroclus answers, a small smile curling around the edges of his mouth.

Megara lets out a shriek, angry enough to earn her status as a Fury on that alone, and launches herself at Zagreus whips first.

Everyone else scatters, even Patroclus backing up with his hands raised even though he’s a good enough warrior to at least slow Megara down. Thanatos thinks uncharitable thoughts about loyalty to their god and king even though the truth of it is that they’re smart enough to keep from being dragged into the middle of a lover’s quarrel.

Zagreus lets the whips hit him and yet for once he does not bleed.

No rich mortal blood falls from his skin, instead the whips slamming into him and then sliding off.

“Meg, don’t be mad,” he says soothingly. “I just didn’t want to put you in an awkward position-”

“You’re not bleeding,” she says blankly, her rage banked by confusion.

He glances down on his arms. “Oh, oops. Do you want me to? I can, but also we could talk this out.”

“Or move the battle to somewhere that won’t harm my architecture,” Sisyphus pipes up. Eurydice elbows him, looking horrified, while Patroclus just remains amused.

Zagreus inclines his head in their direction. “Or that.”

“Don’t give me a reason to start with you,” Megara hisses at Sisyphus. “Zagreus, what the fuck is happening? What’s with you?” She storms forward to grab his arm, yanking it around, searching his skin for some break. “You’ve always bled. Even when we were children.”

He softens, offering his wrist to her mouth and her very sharp teeth.

Megara grips it, dragging it forward and biting into him as if he’s the first bite of a feast and she’s starving.

Zagreus winces, but leaves his wrist in her mouth. Thanatos feels warm and uncomfortable all over, something intimate there that he always avoids seeing between them. She releases him and her teeth are red with his blood and blood falls down his arm in rivulets. “I’m still me. I still bleed. I just have a little bit more control over it these days. I’m the god of blood. I’m made to bleed.”

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #rena-rules #hades game

[percyluvr]

hi!

could you write a fic with clarisse and a nonbinary child of thanatos reader, where they absolutely DOMINATE in capture the flag?

clarisse la rue x gn child of thanatos!reader summary: clarisse and her s/o are undefeated in capture the flag wc: 1127

It was widely known at Camp Half-Blood that if you weren't on Clarisse and her significant other's capture that flag team, you were on the losing team. Even before the two of you began dating, you were a force that no one wanted to mess with.

Your friendship had been very interesting for the other campers to witness, mainly for the reason that Clarisse seemed to warm up to you so quickly, almost as if there was an invisible string of fate tying her to you. The first time the two of you met, Clarisse was almost awkward when she spoke to you, and from then on, the two of you had been an extremely powerful force.

The two of you fit together like a puzzle, your minds always being on the same wavelength. If one of you strayed from the battle strategy you had come up with, the other could immediately tell why and what to do from that point on, which made capture the flag a breeze for your team.

You were sat in the Ares cabin with Clarisse, going over the strategy for the capture the flag, though it wasn't really necessary since the two of you were always in sync, but you thought it never hurt to be extra thorough. Even though the Athena cabin was on the opposing team, when they were usually on your team, the two of you were completely confident that you wouldn't have a problem winning.

"We'll charge together, but once we get through their second line of defense, you'll sneak past and grab the flag. Then, you'll go through the route we marked back to our base, and that'll conclude the game. Easy win for us, again," Clarisse states, making you grin.

The plan may seem simple, especially when it was the Athena cabin you were going against, but you had the entire Ares cabin on yours, and you had more faith in them for these types of things, but that's not to say the Athena kids are not master strategists, because they definitely are.

The next few days came and went, and it was finally time for your and Clarisse's favorite day of the month, capture the flag. The two of you shared a large breakfast, making sure to eat nutritious things to give you extra energy.

After breakfast, everyone headed to the forest and put on their armor and helmets.

"Thirty minutes until the game begins, get set up now. The games begin when you hear the horn, as per usual," Chiron says.

"Alright, does everyone remember the plan?" You ask, making sure that no one would mess up your victory, if that was even possible.

You heard many variations of confirmation, and so you and Clarisse sent everyone off to get into positions.

"You ready to absolutely dominate today?" Clarisse asks, as if she didn't already know the answer.

"Obviously, when am I not ready to hand someone's ass to them?" You joke.

Clarisse gives you a grin, and the two of you head off into the forest.

You two quietly talk for the remaining minutes, immediately focusing in when you hear the horn blast. You and Clarisse sprint off, slowly relaxing into a slightly slower pace to maintain your energy.

When you finally reach the other team's first line of defense, it was just as the two of you expected.

Clarisse knew that you were absolutely insane when it came to fighting, but you'd reached a new level in the past month of training. It was like the world had gone still except for you fighting. She was in the middle of a fight, and all she could look at was you. You fought like an absolute demon, your sword slashing so fast that she it seemed like you hadn't moved it at all. She could tell that you were still holding back, on account of it being a camp game and all, but she would've loved to see you with no restrictions.

It seemed like the fight lasted mere seconds, and all of the other campers lay on the ground. She stared at you in awe before coming back to her senses.

"Come on, we still have a game to win," she says to you, as if she wasn't just staring at you like you were a god.

When the two of you reached the second line of defense, you snuck off without a trace, something that you'd inherited from your dad. If Clarisse hadn't seen you fighting before, she would've wondered if you had ever been by her side in the first place.

You had no concerns about Clarisse fighting off the other team, so you quickly ran through the woods, fighting off stray campers that you came across.

When you reached the flag, you were astonished to find it completely unguarded. You wasted no time in sprinting over to the flag, grasping it in your hands and making a mad dash back through the forest.

You were careful not to step in any of the traps that the Hephaestus cabin must've made and placed strategically throughout the forest. You would've taken time to be impressed by how thorough they were with it, but you had a game to win.

In no time, you found Clarisse, signaling from the sides of the forest that you had gotten the flag. She grinned at you and finished off the fight she was in with some random camper, quickly catching up to you.

You made it back to your side in record time, hearing Chiron make a surprised noise and blow the horn, signaling the end of the game.

You jumped into Clarisse's awaiting arms. No matter how many times you felt her strong arms hold you, you would always be affected by it. There was something about feeling her hold you, knowing she would always protect you that made you feel all warm inside. She kissed you liked she'd been waiting her whole life to feel your lips pressed up against hers, and if you count about 2 hours as her whole life, then yes, she had been waiting her whole life.

When both teams had made it back to the river, Chiron announced that your team had won in a record-breaking 45 minutes, and you team shouted in celebration. You and Clarisse, however, celebrated by her taking off both of your helmets, picking you up into her beefy arms and kissing you with a passion that you'd never felt from her. She was just so enamored by you and how powerful you were that she never wanted to let go, but unfortunately had to so the two of you could celebrate, though she still didn't release her tight grip on your hand.

#clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #clarisse x you #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x you #clarisse la rue x reader #pjo #pjo series #clarisse my beloved #i LOVE HER!!!

[everywishway]

Random Hades Game Headcanons

Zagreus gives the best hugs. He's tall, naturally really warm, and the right amount of muscle where he's soft but also strong. Plus he's just so comforting to be around <3

Cerberus has a little black spot on his tummy (i say little it's about the size of a hand print) and that's how he got his name (which means spotted)

Thanatos is trans and has top surgery scars under his cloak

Persephone actually used to party with Dionysus when she was younger and lived on Olympus (partially to numb the pain and to rebel against her mother)

Demeter (when she finds out about Zagreus being her Grandson and later Melinoe) spoils them rotten. Pinching cheeks and giving cash and cookies. The embodiment of a shitty mother but an awesome grandmother

Hypnos is actually really close with his sister Nemesis, she affectionately gives him noogies when nobody is looking (has to keep up her badass image)

Zagreus is a lightweight and can barely handle a glass or two of nectar and you'll typically get either that you'll get Flirty/Party animal Zag or Completely zoned out and rambling incoherently Zag. On rare days tho you get Traumadumping and Sobbing Zag.

Hermes has betting polls running at Olympian parties Zag will be at to see which one until Thanatos catches on and glares at Hermes to stop while he carries his boyfriend home

Every time he sees Zagreus and Persephone (and later on Melinoe) happy together, Hades can't help but feel guilty about how terribly he treated (and fucked up) his only son (as he should)

Odysseus gave up Elysium to stay with Penelope in Asphodel

All the rest of these are about the Red Shade who cheers on Zagreus in Elysium (i love them so much)

The "Supportive Shade" (as the wiki called them) is Iphigenia (the girl who was sacrificed to start the Trojan War) and she's just a bisexual teenage girl with issues who loves gladiatorial warfare (totally not because it's a healthy way to let out her issues).

She also comes down to Tartarus once a week to beat the shit outta her father because fuck Agamemnon

She also befriends and starts dating Cassandra bc I said so.

Ends up being adopted by Achilles and Patroclus (which is a little awkward at first since she almost married Achilles) but they bond over their hatred of Agamemnon

He ends up teaching her how to fight and she occasionally tries to spar with Zagreus

#hades supergiant #hades game #hades ii #zagreus #zagreus hades #thanatos #supportive shade #hades dionysus

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @strangefable @strafethesesinners @shallow-gravy @cassietrn @chazz-anova @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @bitchofedensgate @nightbloodbix @afarcryfrommymain @inafieldofdaisies @carlosoliveiraa @skoll-sun-eater @henbased @trashcatsnark @corvosattano @wrathfulrook @g0dspeeed @minilev @softtidesworld @deputyash @dephellseed @deputy-morgan-malone @snake-in-the-garden @derelictheretic @ladyoriza @florbelles @fourlittleseedlings @la-grosse-patate @megraen @onehornedbeast @voidika @titiagls @redreart @starsandskies @thewanderer-000 and @vampireninjabunnies-blog

Three songs for three series, The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters, underneath the snippet below:

During some time in The Omniscience Rule saga, Joaquin Cobalt finds himself at the mercy of Archibald Thanatos, the current Head of House Thanatos, of which the patriarch has a deal for the boy; face his untimely death or become his Count because the heirs of House Thanatos are shortly staffed. The irony here is that Joaquin is on the receiving end of being convinced to do or join something, with the exact same song he used no less.

"Right here, right now I put the offer out I don't wanna chase you down I know you see it You run with me and I can cut you free Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in So trade your typical for something colorful And if it's crazy, live a little crazy You can play it sensible, a king of conventional Or you can risk it all and see

Don't you wanna get away From the same old part you gotta play 'Cause I got what you need So come with me and take the ride It'll take you to the other side 'Cause you can do like you do Or you can do me Stay in the cage, or you'll finally take the key Oh, damn! Suddenly you're free to fly It'll take you to the other side."

"Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in Well I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen So thanks, but no I think I'm good to go 'Cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in Now I admire you, and that whole show you do You're onto something, really it's something."

...

"So go and do like you do I'm good to do like me Ain't in a cage, so I don't need to take the key Oh damn! Can't you see I'm doing fine I don't need to see the other side."

I was listening to Camila Cabello's "Shameless" when I wrote the fight between Silva and her Bliss hallucination of a former opponent from the Apostles, Zhan Tiri, that will occur in Silva's Hope (it's not really her old foe, merely a manifestation an overexposure of untamed Bliss is projecting through Silva's own psyche/trauma), which I showed in this snippet post here.

"Don't speak, no, don't try It's been a secret for the longest time Don't run, huh, no don't hide Been running from it for the longest time

So many mornings, I woke up confused In my dreams, I do anything I want to you My emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind

Right now, I'm shameless Screaming my lungs out for ya Not afraid to face it I need you more than I want to Need you more than I want to Show me your shameless Write it on my neck, why don't ya? And I won't erase it I need you more than I want to Need you more than I want to

No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now."

And here's a song for The Thorned Crown Of Iron Thrones, focusing on Corvus Targaryen's relationship with his sister, Rhaenyra, their friend Alicent Hightower, his uncle who he despises, his cousin Caecilius "Cecil" Royce, as well as the rest of his family and friends (Viserys, Laenor, Laena, Rhaenyra and Alicent's children, and Otto when the older man is tolerable), as he tries to make sense of the tragedy in the making while out on a ride on his dragon Stormreign (and later Maleficent), as well as resist against the Court King squats rent free in his head.

"If you're not the one for me Then how come I can bring you to your knees? If you're not the one for me Why do I hate the idea of being free?

And if I'm not the one for you You've got to stop holding me the way you do Oh honey, if I'm not the one for you Why have we been through what we have been through?

It's so cold out here In your wilderness I want you to be my keeper But not if you are so reckless

If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently Don't pretend that you don't want me Our love ain't water under the bridge If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently Don't pretend that you don't want me Our love ain't water under the bridge Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh Say that our love ain't water under the bridge

What are you waiting for? You never seem to make it through the door And who are you hiding from? It ain't no life to live, like you're on the run Have I ever asked for much? The only thing that I want is your love

If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently Don't pretend that you don't want me Our love ain't water under the bridge If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently Don't pretend that you don't want me Our love ain't water under the bridge Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh Say that our love ain't water under the bridge."

#music monday #the untitledverse #the omniscience rule saga #oc: joaquin cobalt #oc: archibald “archie” thanatos #far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #wip: silva's hope #oc: silva omar #zhan tiri #life despair & monsters #house of the dragon #wip: the thorned crown of iron thrones #oc: corvus targaryen

[twilightknight17]

So, P3R.

This is an interesting experience for me, because, remember, I’ve never actually played 3 or 4. Just 5s and Qs. I was an anime person. So I know what I’m getting into, but not all the details.

And so far, it’s fascinating. Where I stopped, it’s April 20-something, the world is not ending (yet), and Minato is both having and not having a time.

First of all, the game opens with a warning about the heavy themes of suicide, among other things. Which I do think is appropriate. What happened with Shiho in P5 is horrible, but it was one event, with a mostly-positive outcome in the end. Shiho was okay, she got better. Suicide is a much more... prominent? theme in this story, and I know that can be too much for people.

Anyway.

It’s strange seeing this translated differently after so long of knowing “You will be given one year. Go forth without falter, with your heart as your guide.” God, I’ve been in this fandom for approaching eight years. When did that happen.

Always delightful to see how unconcerned Minato is with everything, even though they sort of imply later that he’s never experienced this before. I like to assume he’s lived most of his life with his own localized Dark Hour and has either never been out at midnight or just slept through it, so maybe he’s used to the green, but you’d think the coffins would raise some eyebrows at least.

Hello, baby boy. I dunno if it counts as choosing this fate of mine own free will if I don’t actually know what’s going on yet.

...I wonder if we ever get an answer about why he’s playing errand boy for Igor?

Ms. Toriumi mentions that Minato has lived in lots of different places, which definitely gives me the vibe of being passed around orphanages and foster families and distant relatives. He’s had a decade to internalize that he has nothing and no one.

It’s also hilarious to note how differently the opening of this is from P5, just from the perspective of like… Everyone is awkward, but well-meaning, and the primary rumor running around is about how you walked to school with Yukari and how there MUST be something between you. Like, random classmate, I have been in Iwatodai for MAYBE 9 hours and most of that was sleeping. We are not “close”.

But no one thinks I’m going to stab them! :D Sorry, Akira.

Also, I met the Female Student:

Walking around Gekkoukan is an experience, because I knew it was like a super-fancy private school, but it’s fucking enormous. Observatory? Indoor pool? MASSIVE entryway? Fancy courtyards?? All of it.

Time to leave school and go wander the town. The strip mall is mostly restaurants, which is cool. And I found something interesting in the back alley.

Red Hawk, huh? I gotta come back here, even though I don’t know how to play mahjong.

Weird having only 3 social stats to worry about, but I’m not gonna complain. Less burgers to scarf down to talk to one random adult. :P

Also weird that the command room has cameras in SEES’s bedrooms? Or just Minato’s, but like… Ikutsuki. Stop explaining the Dark Hour to two people who already know what’s going on and stop being a creeper watching me sleep.

After a blissful two days of school, the first full moon arrives, and Akihiko, darling dumbass, leads the magician directly back to the dorm.

The new Dark Hour screen is really cool.

And the Magician is awful. Like gloom hands if they were carrying knives. So, awful.

This entire cutscene is so pretty, though. Orpheus is beautiful, and then the part where he immediately gets shredded by Thanatos clawing out of him while he screams... The screenshots don’t do it justice. Orpheus explodes and then Thanatos kills the Magician in like ten seconds flat.

I love them.

That’s my future husband, Akihiko. Shush.

So Minato apparently passed out for a WEEK, and in the meantime, I checked out the trophy list. I dunno how to nurse a cat back to health yet, but there’s a trophy for it, and by god I will obtain it.

Yukari then proceeded to dump her entire backstory the instant Minato woke up. Which… at least she acknowledged that that was weird.

Ikutsuki wants to talk, to explain about the Dark Hour and ask us to join SEES, and I have to question Minato’s observational skills, because like…

Mina. Sweetheart. Beloved. You were just unconscious for a week after fighting a monster with a concept that ripped itself out of the manifestation of your soul. Extra hour is nothing.

But we’re part of SEES now! Meeting adjourned.

...sir, even if you weren’t you, I’d still want to punch you.

Anyway, tomorrow is Sunday. Time to go to bed and hopefully tomorrow I can explore Paulownia Mall. I wanna see how close it looks to what I was picturing.

...Minatooooo. I know the end is coming and you’re a sleepy mess, but come on. ALL DAY?

Whatever. Tartarus Time.

This teleporter makes me think of the teleporter in Xibalba/Ameno Torifune, and then I remember that the Kirijo Group broke off from SEBEC and probably took some of the blueprints and they’re probably manifesting in a similar way as the one in the ship.

OR I’m just looking for stuff to blowtorch. XDDD

Tartarus is really interesting, and I like it so far. It really does emphasize that the Thieves knew absolutely fuck-all about what was going on all the time, though. Mitsuru and Akihiko know what they’re doing. They’ve got a weapon supplier. They know how to fight. They know how to navigate. They’re explaining everything they know so far, and SEES is coordinated and functional.

Even Morgana was guessing on a lot of stuff. The Thieves were making it up as they went.

No wonder my Akira and Mitsuru are constantly butting heads. :P

After Tartarus, I went to sing karaoke by myself so I can be brave enough to go in Club Escapade, worked a shift at Chagall Cafe, and went to the Velvet Room to play with fusion.

...I mean yeah because Minato is the first Fool Wild Card, but Tatsuya is right there, canonically doing NG+.

It’s so weird to have Igor commenting on my menuing and prompting me for choices and like… doing his job. I’m so used to P5, it’s hysterical. But like… I’m glad he’s here. And the menu is nice.

Why are these arcade games $10-$15????????

Anyway, where I stopped, apparently I gotta go join the track team or something. I can’t picture Minato in organized sports, but whatever. XD I’m already flailing my way through my first social link, Kenji. I’m completely helpless. The realization that I don’t know this person, don’t know how he wants me to act, and also that he’s weird as heck was like getting smacked upside the head.

He’s going to ask out a teacher or something. Godspeed, my dude, but also like… why.

Actually, don’t tell me. I’m gonna go join the track team.

#Li plays P3Re #here we goooooooo

[tsarisfanfiction]

Eclipse: Chapter 32

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Adventure Characters: Apollo, Hades We're finally here - the last chapter and end of this story. This fic's been a year and a half in the making, and it feels weird that it's finally done and posted. To head off the question I know is coming (because it's already been floated in the discord) - no, there is currently no plan for a sequel. Yes, there is definitely space for it, and if it happens it will be the Revolution~, but I have several other projects at the moment that I want to work on, and honestly writing a full blown revolution fic would be a lot of work and time I don't have right now. So for now at least, assume there won't be one. I'm not making any promises on the next project or when it'll come, but I have several muses clamouring for attention so there should be another longfic out of me at some point... In the meantime, I have a discord server for all my fics, including this one!  If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi! <<Chapter 31

APOLLO XXXII

A goodbye for now The future keeps coming, but This tale is over

Hades rolled his eyes.  “You do not need to thank me, nephew,” he said, the familial title sounding almost fond and reminding Apollo yet again of Hades’ words after the Arai.  “I never intended to allow Nico to return to the Pit; it should be I thanking you for preventing it when he had found a way to get around my notice.”

Apollo had no words to say to that, a creeping feeling of awkwardness descending around them.  In the Pit it had been one thing, an alliance for survival against the Pit and everything it tried to throw at them – which had, eventually, been everything or close enough to it that Apollo was still amazed that they had escaped, and thoroughly grateful to Thanatos for choosing to aid them.  Now, there was no adrenaline tying them together, no co-dependence for survival.

They were safe once more, in Hades’ domain where Apollo had less power while his uncle ruled over every daktylos of it, and Apollo was not sure if he was expected to stay and talk, or if he had overstayed his welcome and was required to leave, now that the demigods had departed and Asclepius sentenced.

Silence stretched between them, before Hades broke it with a sigh.  “I did not lie, in the Pit,” he said.  “Your presence is more tolerable than that of your siblings and cousins.”  There was a weighted pause.  “Certainly more tolerable than your father.”

“I don’t think being more tolerable than him is much of an achievement,” Apollo muttered, and Hades let out an amused noise.

“No, it is not,” he said.  “Once, he was fair and just.  Now, he has allowed paranoia to devour any common sense he once had and isolates himself, fearing a knife in the back at every turn.  In truth, he is hardly recognisable from the young god I recall leading us from Mount Othrys, except in his determination.”

Apollo knew the stories, but that had been long before he and Artemis had been conceived so all he knew were the stories, most of which had been told to an infant god by his mother.  Zeus had rarely spoken of it, and Apollo had never been close enough to the other involved gods for them to tell him about it.

“Speaking of your father, and my siblings,” Hades continued, “I was not expecting Poseidon to drag himself from his watery depths, much less to take the side of Bob.  Athena, perhaps I could understand your sister gathering, but Poseidon keeps himself out of reach of Olympus almost as much as I.”

“It wasn’t Artemis.”  That much, Apollo knew, but the sound of his sister’s name provoked a memory of a vision, of two demigods scribbling symbols on a piece of paper.  An awkward, not-quite bubble letter ‘C’ – or rather, he realised, a crescent – squiggly lines stacked above each other in parallel rows, a stick figure that could creatively be called a bird.

At the time, Apollo had been too distracted with the aftermath of the Arai to recognise what the bad iconography had represented, but now he recalled mention of Percy and Annabeth, and the pieces slotted together.

“It was Will and Nico,” he said, meeting his uncle’s eyes as Hades froze.  “Somehow – Nico’s dream-walking – they reached out.  They must have known bringing a titan out wouldn’t go down well and tried to find allies.”

It was a laughable thought – allies amongst the Olympians.  Artemis was unique, his twin and intrinsically tied to him because of it, covering his back when she could manage, but the other gods?  No.

Except, Hades had stood with him, still stood with him, amicable and merciful to the son who offended him more than once, and Zeus had been the one outnumbered in the throne room.  It hadn’t been an alliance – Apollo had allied with three of the gods in there before, to try and talk Zeus into being a little less tyrannical, and that hadn’t been the same at all – but it had been something.

Trust demigods, who had little scope of the dynamic between gods, but an innate knowledge of how powerful friends in the right places could be, to head straight to the heart of the matter and enlist them regardless.  They must have gone through their friends – Percy and Annabeth, for Poseidon and Athena, and Reyna or Thalia to reach Artemis – all demigods who also knew the strength in bonds.

Asclepius had warned them against it, but hadn’t stopped them – enough of a god to know how unlikely it was to work, yet with the memories of a demigod who knew it needed to work.

Hades sighed, clenching a fist in the fabric of his robes.  The souls around his fingers twisted into something even more agonised.  “Foolish children.”

“Very,” Apollo agreed whole-heartedly, “but it worked.”

His uncle scoffed.  “It shouldn’t have done,” he said.  “My son’s irreverence for the gods will get him killed one day, if he is not careful.  It is one thing not to fear me – for all he should.”  Apollo didn’t think for a single moment that Hades was as irritated about his son’s lack of fear as he projected; parents who wanted to inspire fear tended not to put themselves in danger to protect their child.  “It is another to argue with or attempt to manipulate other gods, who would as soon as smite him down as listen.”

He wasn’t wrong, but Apollo could not see how they could convince Nico not to keep doing exactly as he pleased.  It was not as though the son of Hades hadn’t experienced first hand the wrath of a god – Apollo recalled the death of Maria di Angelo all too well, and not just because it had coincided with his uncle cursing his Pythia in his furious grief.

That had been the moment Bianca and Nico had been marked as important, to the future.  Their potential had always been there, but the potential had also been there for them to die in the war, forgotten casualties like so many others of the time period.  Zeus’ attack on Maria had provoked Hades’ defence of the children, squirrelling them away, out of the time stream and safe until it was time to bring them back out to re-join the world.

“In the future, I expect William to attempt to stop my son’s suicidal plans, not enable them,” Hades said, and Apollo gave a shrug.

“I’m sure he’ll do what he can,” he said lightly, well aware that Will’s own stubbornness and strong morals were more likely to have him joining Nico in the chaos, rather than pulling him out of it.  Even when he’d tried to keep Nico out of harms’ way, it had happened anyway.

“See that he does,” Hades grumbled, but Apollo suspected he, too, knew that the demigods were a lost cause.  As long as they were happy, that was the most important thing – although safe and alive were also listed at the top of Apollo’s priority list, and no doubt Hades’ as well.

His uncle stepped past him, as though heading for his throne once again, but paused after a few steps, turning back to face Apollo, who had half thought that he had just been dismissed.

“The prophecy,” he began.  “I find it curious that topaz referenced Koios.”

“I thought you didn’t care for prophecies,” Apollo retorted, defensive almost without thinking – it had been enough of a struggle getting his uncle to comprehend the idea of claiming one, and now Hades wanted to talk about the wording?

Hades hesitated, something that had been unnerving enough in the depths of Tartarus, but now in his own domain just seemed wrong.  “I cannot say that I like them,” he admitted, a truth Apollo had long been aware of, “but I realise now that they exist nonetheless, and will not be gainsaid by my refusal to listen.  I was… rash, when I cursed her.  Your Pythia.  I… should not have done that.”

It took Apollo a moment to realise his uncle was apologising, and another moment for the implications to sink in.  It changed nothing; Cassie’s life had been forfeit and she had been forced to endure long beyond the limits of her mortal life, restricted from death but unable to live.  With the lifting of the curse and the transference of her duties to Rachel, she had finally been allowed to rest, her torment over.

It also, Apollo realised suddenly, was not something he could condemn Hades for.  Perhaps once he would have done, a hypocrite of the highest order or perhaps simply forgetting his own crimes, but thinking now about a young woman cursed by a god for no good reason, Apollo could only remember the Cumaean Sibyl and the grains of sand he had made her life.

He had long waited for Hades to acknowledge what he had done to Cassie, to apologise for it, but now that he had received it, it gave him no satisfaction at all.  The act of his uncle apologising, and apologising to him, was strange enough in its own right, a flicker of warmth within his essence because apologies were not given lightly between gods, but it was cooled unpleasantly because as soon as he received it, it sent a chill through him.

He couldn’t accept it.

“You are not the only god to curse a prophetess in a moment of rage,” he admitted, glancing down at the polished black marble of Hades’ throne room floor before meeting his uncle’s eyes.  Hades looked surprised, as though he hadn’t known about the Sibyl – but perhaps he hadn’t, her name not appearing on Thanatos’ list of souls to be reaped and leaving that crime of Apollo’s unrevealed.  “I cannot condemn you for it when I have done worse.”

Cassie still had a body, when she was finally allowed to pass on.  The Sibyl of Cumae had been nothing but a naked and vulnerable soul, her body long since decayed to nothing while she still endured.  Apollo could not call it living, not in that state.

Hades’ eyes regarded him, surprise flickering in black flames for a few moments before morphing into something else, softer and yet harder at the same time.  “In that case,” he said after several long moments, during which Apollo felt exposed in a way he hadn’t even when his form had been torn to shreds and his essence was the only thing left of him, “let me rephrase.  In cursing your Pythia, I belittled and disrespected you and your domain.  You and she attempted to use Delphi to protect Maria and her children, and when I did not listen, I lashed out at the ones that would have helped me, had I allowed it.  If you will not accept an apology for my treatment of her, then let me instead apologise for the disrespect I gave you then.”

Apollo froze.  He had thought Hades would brush off the attempted apology and continue with whatever it was he had to say about the wording of the one they had claimed, not that he would amend the apology to address what was, in essence, the real offence.

“I still do not like prophecies,” Hades confirmed, “and I do not believe I ever will.  But they are part of the Fates’ designs, a part of your power, and I should not have lashed out.”

If the previous apology had startled Apollo, this one floored him.  His uncle apologising for a single rash action was one thing, but to delve into the heart of the issue and apologise for what was, at its core, disrespecting Apollo?  No, Apollo had never even considered the possibility.

He also knew that he could not brush this one away.

“Thank you,” he said.  There were no other words good enough in the face of Hades’ honesty, no elaborate speeches that would share his gratitude so eloquently.  “That…”  His breath hitched, as he realised just how much it meant, but also that while Hades had been open with him, he hadn’t returned the gesture.  “That means a lot.”

It felt wrong, baring himself, but if Hades could do it in Tartarus, then Apollo owed it to him to at least try.  “I know it’s less competition, but you’ve always been the most tolerable of my father’s siblings.”

Hades’ face went blank.  “Even Hestia?”

Apollo’s heart did an awkward twist at that, remembering her rejection of his advances.  In hindsight, it had been the correct decision, for both of them, but at the time…  Apollo had respected it, but he hadn’t been used to rejection.  Not when he was the young, handsome god everyone was falling over to be near, let alone with.

“You have never rejected my presence,” he settled on.  It must have been good enough, because Hades did not press further.  “Then, you protected me, in the Pit.”

“We protected each other,” Hades said, his face still unreadable.  Apollo hoped he hadn’t just overstepped, hadn’t just ruined everything he thought they’d created in Tartarus.  “It has been a long time since anyone trusted me like you did.”

The corner of Apollo’s lip quirked up humourlessly.  “It’s been a long time since anyone stood between me and Father.”  He could scarcely believe that he was admitting that, that he was admitting any of his thoughts, but after his uncle had been so open with him – it was the right thing to do.

It also, inexplicably, made his essence feel lighter, like a great weight had just dispersed.  “Thank you.”

Hades nodded, a single tilt of his chin acknowledging his words, but when he spoke it was a change of topic, backtracking to the comment that had sparked their openness.  Apollo followed the subject change eagerly – baring himself, being honest, was unnerving at best, and if Hades didn’t want to leave those words hanging between them awkwardly, then he was more than happy to oblige.

“The prophecy,” his uncle said.  “Topaz was an interesting choice for Koios.”  With a flick of his wrist, a collection of gemstones appeared in his hand, a mixture of fiery oranges and yellows, and faded blues.  “These are all topaz,” he said.  “It comes in a variety of colours, but these are the most common ones, and amongst the common colours, its reputation is for yellows and oranges, not blue.  Yet you and Koios both accepted without question that it was him.”

Apollo gazed at the gemstones, bright and pure in the hands of their god, and could only shrug.  “Prophecies are not set in stone,” he reminded his uncle.  “Topaz certainly referred to Koios” – he’d known that, felt the certainty of an event coming to pass – “but had events resolved differently, there may have been another prisoner of the Pit who better fit the other colouration.”

“You,” Hades said bluntly, not even letting Apollo pause before jumping in.  “If you had gone without me, it would have been you.”

“It could have also been Asclepius,” Apollo corrected, “or anyone who ended up in the Pit and could be conceivably associated with one of the many colours of topaz.”  Like Will and Nico.  “Once a prophecy has come to pass, the other potential interpretations are meaningless.”  Discarded possibilities, like so many of his visions over the millennia, because there were near infinite possibilities but there was only one future that would ever come to pass.

“And it has come to pass?” Hades pressed.

“Yes,” Apollo said simply.  “It has.”

Really, there was no more to be said on the matter.  Prophecies were simple, in hindsight, and this one was no different; he and Hades had ventured to the depths of the prison in Tartarus, and helped Bob and Koios leave – with the help of Thanatos – before he and Artemis had cast Koios back down at the moment their domains overlapped.  It was almost too simplistic to encompass everything else the prophecy had caused, the weeks of impossible-to-track time trudging through Tartarus and suffering everything the Pit chose to throw at them.  None of it had been even referenced in the vaguest terms by the prophecy, and yet without it none of it would have happened.

“In that case, it is time we returned to our duties,” Hades said, turning away once more and continuing his way to his throne, resizing to fit.  Almost instinctively, Apollo grew to match, even though this time he was sure that was the start of a dismissal.  “Thanatos did well, but he is not this realm’s god.  Likewise, the sun felt wrong, without you at the reins.  The gods from the other pantheons are not you, Apollo, and you are irreplaceable.  Do not let anyone, least of all your father, tell you otherwise.”

Ichor rushed around Apollo’s cheeks, and he pushed it down with only the innate force of will and absolute control being a god allowed him – things he had sorely missed as a mortal, when his body had failed him on multiple, often humiliating, occasions.

“So are you,” he replied, reaching for the sunlight high above them, in the Overworld.  “See you later, dear uncle.”

“One last thing, nephew,” Hades said, and he paused, casting his gaze up at the god sat on his throne as the address registered.  “Next time you need help, just ask.”  There was no if, just a simple when, and Apollo wasn’t sure what to think about that when he was the god of prophecy and had no inkling of when he might need it, but the look on his uncle’s face was intent.  “You know where to find me.”

It was a promise, Apollo realised, briefly losing his grip on the light high above in surprise.  A promise of aid, when he needed it – something he hadn’t had in millennia.

“I- thank you,” he breathed, before finding enough presence of mind to say, “the same goes for you, uncle.”  Hades rolled his eyes.

“If I need your help, I will call,” he said, but despite the eye-roll the tone wasn’t dismissive; rather, it was serious enough that Apollo could feel that he meant it.  “Now, go.”

That was a dismissal, with no room for misunderstanding, but it wasn’t harsh, and Apollo gave his uncle a grin and a wave before latching onto the warmth of the sun and dissolving into light.

The sun was only just risen, a new dawn to mark a new day, but it was late enough that Apollo had once again missed the timing for the chariot.  Tomorrow, then, he would take the reins again, although he was well aware that his horses required a lot of bribing and grovelling before then for disappearing on them again, despite the fact he had warned them this time.

Perhaps it was a good thing that he had almost an entire day to spare.  Part of him immediately flickered away to Helios’ old palace in a near-repeat of when he’d re-ascended as a god – sure enough, Hermes had piled up all the subscriptions and repeating orders he hadn’t cancelled across the door again, and once Apollo got past it to enter the stables, the greeting he found himself on the receiving end of was very similar, complete with hooves in delicate areas.

Most of him, however, had only one destination in mind, and it was barely a thought to reappear at the edge of Camp Half-Blood, watching the demigods stir as their new day began.  His children were all up and about already – Will was curled up in a suntrap near the porch of cabin seven, the unmistakable shadow of Nico tucked away outside of the sun’s rays but with his boyfriend nonetheless.

Will looked much better under the light of the morning sun, even if it was a sun that wasn’t Apollo’s.  Tomorrow, when he took to the skies once again, he would ensure a boost to his son – it was the least he could do, after being the reason he had been trapped in the Underworld for so long.

“I hear you and the old man below stirred up some drama,” a voice drawled from behind him.  Apollo had sensed Dionysus’ arrival and refused to give him the satisfaction of being startled when he began to speak.  Dionysus had gained enough blackmail material to last him millennia simply from Apollo’s second, brief visit to camp on his and Meg’s way to Nero and their fake surrender.  He did not need any more.  “A titan rescued from the Pit, wasn’t it?”

“Bob,” Apollo confirmed, still watching the demigods as Kayla prodded Will incessantly until he stood up – bringing Nico with him – and meandered his way to the breakfast table.  That appeared to be a cue for the others to swarm their brother and Nico, and Apollo was abruptly reminded that as far as the rest of the camp were considered, Will and Nico had simply disappeared for two months without a trace.  No wonder they were delighted to see them back, and in one piece at that.  “Formerly known as Iapetus.”

Dionysus snorted.  “I bet Father loved that,” he commented.

“Not particularly,” Apollo replied.  “The Fates intervened.”

That got the full attention of his younger brother.  Apollo felt the burning violet flames of his eyes boring into the back of his head.  “The Fates?”

“‘Bob will aid Olympus in her time of need’,” he quoted.  “‘Because Olympus aided him’.”

That prompted another snort from the other god.  “Father definitely loved that.  I almost wish I’d been there to see his face.  Where is Bob now?”

“Reuniting with Percy and Annabeth,” Apollo told him.  “New Rome probably received rather a shock when he arrived with his chaperone goddess.”  He suspected it would have been Athena who went with him on that particular errand, given that it concerned her daughter.  Apollo certainly would have gone himself in her position.

Dionysus flapped a hand dismissively, clearly uncaring about New Rome’s potential collective heart attack.  “So, what happens now, brother?” he asked.  “Do we just continue in this boring dirge of an existence, ignoring the titan’s presence outside of the Pit, until something exciting enough to change things occurs?”

“Life isn’t boring,” Apollo corrected.  “Did we not already establish that you will continue making wine out of the sour grapes deposited in your way?  But as for me – Will demanded I drop by, and he seems awake enough now, so if you don’t mind-”

“One last question,” Dionysus said, the lazy drawl of his voice disappearing to be replaced with something dangerous.  “The voice summoning Nico.  I trust there will be no more noises dragging my patient into situations that worsen his mental health?”

Alcyoneus sprang to mind, jewels and rocks combined as he sent out a cry that had sounded all too much like help me despite an eternal grin on his face, luring Nico down simply to get to Hades.  Apollo also recalled the way his and Hades’ essences had intermingled, furious and deadly even to a giant.

“The voice will not call him again,” he said confidently.  “Hades and I made sure of it.”

“Good.”  The single word was vehement enough it almost made Dionysus sound personally invested in the situation.   Apollo almost called him out on it, but movement from the pavilion drew his eye back to Will.

Will, who was looking directly at him and pointing a firm finger at the stone table cabin seven used as their own.  Apollo wasn’t sure how his son had noticed him, but he was not about to ignore such a blatant summons.

The rest of the table were beckoning him over as well, a total of eleven demigods including one son of Hades, and Apollo homed in on them like a fly to honey, slipping onto the bench next to Will, Austin on his other side.

“Is it over?” Will demanded, skipping greetings in favour of jumping straight into the grilling.  None of his siblings looked surprised at the question, and Apollo assumed they’d all dragged the story out of Will the moment he and Nico had reappeared in camp.

Apollo smiled at him, and looped an arm around his shoulders.  Instantly, his son nestled against him, and Apollo got a sense of tiredness.  Of course, he and Nico had lost all semblance of a sleep schedule in the Underworld for so long, so far away from the movement of the sun and the moon.  Arriving back in the middle of the night must have been a shock to their systems.

Was it over?  Was anything ever, really, over, when the future kept marching forwards, adjusting to the tune of millions of small, individually inconsequential decisions with every new weave from the Fates’ loom?

But Will wasn’t asking about the universe.  He was asking about Tartarus, about the voice calling his boyfriend, about the prophecy issued to him – but also to Apollo – and the titan that had clawed his way back out of the Pit and had no intentions of ever returning.

According to those, the answer was simple.  “Yes,” Apollo promised, pressing a light kiss to blond waves.  “It’s over.”

End.

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A Place to Rest Weary Wings

Guess who isnt dead. Tw: for neglect of health, and staying up longer than is healthy.

The first time Charon ever saw Hermes was when the winged god had brought Persephone to the gates of the Underworld. He had known to expect Persephone, she was the whole reason Nyx had sent him to the Temple in one of the rare times that there were no souls waiting to be ferried to their fates. They both moved under her enchanted darkness, so he found it safe to assume they were both seeking sanctuary here. They were much too alive for this place. Persephone had light blue flowers in her hair and similar flowers were blooming all around her from where her bare feet rested on the ground. He hadn’t known his name then, but he was struck that a god with wings so brightly colored in hues of gold that they seemed to be gifts from Helios himself; would seek shelter in a place like this. It seemed wrong somehow, for such light to be buried in this place. He did not step forward with Persephone when she crossed the threshold of the gates, which left Charon with some lingering confusion. Instead, he lingered long enough to see her safely board the boat, then he was gone in a gust of wind and golden light. Charon wanted to see him again, but shelved that feeling. He had a job to do, the last thing he wanted to do was let his mother down.

When the winter first started, he and Thanatos were the only ones suspicious of it. Too many mortals were dying from the cold. According to Thanatos there was almost a maliciousness to it. This freeze was more than just a changing of the seasons that Hades was trying so hard to make it out to be. Charon couldn’t ask as he wasn’t formerly permitted in the House; as well as the fact that he lacked the vocal structure necessary to speak the hybrid of Chthonic and Greek that had become the language of the House. Thanatos didn’t have any luck finding answers either. Whatever was happening in the House had something to do with the sinister cold of the surface, and Hades was being particularly tight lipped about both. Persephone came to him again, this time with his mother at her side. The life had been in her eyes when she first arrived here was muted by intense sadness and grief. A mix of emotions that was oddly enough mirrored in his mother’s usually stoic eyes when she would glance at Persephone. She did not bother to hide it from her voice when she spoke to him. He had no one to tell of her moment of weakness. It wasn’t a show of trust exactly, but as close to it as Nyx was able.

“Charon, my child,” She said, “Please return Persephone to the surface. She wishes to return home. Her guide will be waiting for her at the gates. Move quickly and speak of this to no one.” He hummed his acknowledgement and turned back toward the boat. There was nothing he needed to prepare, it was simply to give them something akin to privacy in their last moments together. He only turned back when the ferry rocked with the motion of Persephone stepping onto it. She gave him an awkward but kind smile and he pretended not to notice the drop of Darkness she had cradled to her chest. The trip to the Temple was quiet on his end. His voice, if it really could be called such, was unsettling to most. And Persephone seemed well enough occupied in her attempts to reason herself out of asking him to turn back. When the gates open he is surprised to find the same winged god from before. He is once again shrouded in divine darkness but still looking over his shoulder as though he expected to be spotted. They wouldn’t be, given that they were under Nyx’s protection, but it made Charon wonder if there was more to this situation than he was being told. Persephone stepped through the gates and the snow began to melt around her. Charon was certain this was the last he would ever see the two of them.

The first time he saw Hermes without Persephone, he was confused. He is hovering like always - just above the snow - this time much more relaxed with two scrolls in his hand. “Are you Charon?” He asked quickly enough that Charon nearly misses it, “If so this is for you, and this is for Hades.” He barely gets a chance to nod before the two scrolls are shoved at him. He tucked the one meant for him into his robes. “My name is Hermes. It’s a pleasure to meet you - assuming you are Charon - and work with you in a more official capacity.” Hermes winks as though there is a joke they are both supposed to be in on. If there is, it hadn’t been told to Charon. “Anyway I’m not allowed to go any further than the Temple, so you’re gonna have to run that message from Zeus down to the House. Or throw it in the Phlegathon, its just as likely to get answered that way.” He gives another wink, “Anyway, lots to do so I better be off.” Hermes once again vanishes into the wind without giving him a chance to respond.

Charon stayed at the gates until they closed, just to see if Hermes would return. When he didn’t Charon returned to his boat and began the journey back to the House. He debated actually throwing the letter to Hades into the Phlegathon like Hermes had suggested. He decided against it in the end, he didn’t want to be subjected to anymore of Hades’ ire. He was on thin ice as it was for helping Persephone escape. He still wasn’t permitted inside the House, though Hermes likely didn’t know that. So he left the letter by the garden gates, long unused in Persephone’s absence, and continued to Erebus. He had a letter of his own to read. It turned out to be from Persephone surprisingly enough. There is a flower carefully pressed into it, that reminded her of his smoke apparently. He was careful as he set it in a gold vase, one of many to be found in the place he carved out for himself here. It is already dead, as most things that find their way to him are, but no less beautiful. Had it been alive this place would have sapped the life from it until it crumbled to dust. Unlike it’s sender, the flower had no means to escape the Underworld. It would come to be the first of many gifts from the surface. It would remain the first thing to mark this place in Erebus as truly his.

Hermes became somewhat of a regular visitor to the Temple after that. Always with some kind of message for Hades they both knew would go unanswered, and some story from Olympus itself or whichever place on the surface that had caught his fancy. Gradually he went from lingering just inside the Temple gates seeming unsure of himself to confidently flitting about in Charon’s personal space. It’s something Charon is surprised to find he doesn’t mind at all. At least when it’s Hermes. These visits soon become his favorite parts about visiting the Temple. Hermes brings with him a pleasantness that is otherwise absent from the Underworld. More than once Charon finds himself wishing there was way he could bottle the feeling and keep it. So it would stay with him even when Hermes left. Especially now, since the constant overflow of the dead meant that Charon was the one having to leave first for a change. He wanted nothing more than to be able to stay and listen, but the longer he lingered in the Temple the more Shades would pile up. Hermes, at the very least, seemed to understand. He was a busy god himself after all.

Hermes was always full of life and energy. Always chattering and flitting about the Temple. The last thing Charon expected to see was Hermes being still in any sense of the word. Yet when he arrived he found Hermes leaned against a pillar apparently asleep. Or at least he was asleep until Charon’s boat bumped against the dock. Hermes jolted awake and for a moment looked panicked, as though he wasn’t sure where he was. When his eyes land on Charon he scrambled in to motion  to make it seem like everything was normal, but Charon could see the exhaustion that clung to his features. Charon still isn’t sure what compelled him to pull Hermes into the boat. Its empty of Shades for the time being. Hermes settled onto the bench with all the grace of a thrown rock. Once he was sure Hermes wasn’t going to make a break for it, he began to row. He didn’t have a place in mind, and they would both be late after this, but it seemed like something Hermes needed. As it stands, the dead could wait just a little while longer. Hermes is asleep again before they reach Elysium. Charon slows the boat so the rocking motion wouldn’t wake him. He rows at the same slow pace down to Erebus, he is tempted to stay there until Hermes wakes up again, but instead begins to row back toward the Temple. Giving Hermes as much time to sleep as he is able.

Hermes wakes up when the boat taps against the dock in the Temple. It’s a slow process that begins with the light fluttering of his wings and ends with Hermes rising to his feet looking like he expects to be lectured for resting of all things. “Sorry about that Charon.” For once Hermes isn’t looking at him when he speaks, “I’ve been pretty busy lately and I suppose I haven’t been resting as much as I should have. It won’t happen again.” There is a crowd of Shades in the Temple now and Charon can’t reassure Hermes anymore than to gently place a hand on his shoulder as he moves past. In his absence the shades file neatly into a line and Charon begins collecting their Obol. If there happens to be blankets and cushions in the bottom of the ferry  the next time Hermes arrives, that’s none of his business. As it stands, Hermes falls asleep in Charon’s boat  several more times before Charon clears out a spot for him to rest in the Temple. Away from potential prying eyes and particularly nosy shades of course. He would hate to see Hermes lose the reputation he worked so hard for.

Given that he is not typically allowed into the House, it comes as a surprise to hear from Nyx that Hades wishes to speak with him. When the surprise passes the next thing to bubble to the surface is a deep sense of dread. Had Hades found where Persephone was hiding? Did he find Hermes’ hiding place? He makes it down to the House in record time. He is surprised to see Thanatos waiting before the desk and Hermes as well. A cold fear washes over him again. He knows Than values his place within the House; would he really do something like this just to keep it? Surely after everything they had been through his loyalty toward his family would have outweighed that which he owed to the House. Its Hades’ booming voice that brings him out of his thoughts. “It has been brought to my attention, through the ceaseless nagging of my relatives, and some complaints from members of my own House;” He sends a sharp look to both Hermes and Thanatos; “That the rate at which mortals are dying has become too much for one psychopomp to keep up with.” He sends another pointed look toward Hermes, “Hermes has generously offered to fill the position. Thanatos has already given his approval. Are you fine with this as well Charon?” Charon gives his usual slow nod and doesn’t miss the way Hermes breaks out into a grin.

There is a distinct difference in working with Thanatos and working with Hermes. Than’s drop offs were always quick, he would stay with the shades long enough to make sure Charon had entered the Temple, and they he was gone. Whether or not they had the Obols necessary to gain passage was none of his concern it seemed. Hermes lingered. The shades he brought with him were always neatly lined up. Charon watched him on several occasions produce Obols from who knows where to give to the shades that didn’t have them. The stories he brought with him to tell Charon also helped soothe the dead as they waited for their turn to board. In the times that Hermes was pushing aside his need for rest, Charon would finish with the shades and take him on a ride. Every single time he would be asleep before they reached Elysium. Charon enjoyed the company, even if he was asleep, though he did worry for Hermes’ health. Olympian or not, this couldn’t be sustainable. Hermes needed rest. Not whatever naps he was stealing on ferry rides or in the Temple.

It’s not long before he gets his chance. Hermes had been running himself ragged for quite some time. Between escorting the dead, keeping up with his duties as the Olympian messenger, and definitely not helping Zagreus’ escape attempts. Exhaustion hung off Hermes and held him down to the point that he barely hovered above the temple floor. Charon hates it. He considers Hermes a friend, his only friend really, and its concerning to see him like this. Once the dead were loaded onto the ferry he gently took ahold of Hermes by the shoulders and guided him to what had essentially become his spot on the boat. He didn’t resist at all which didn’t help to ease Charon’s worry. Just like every other time, Hermes is asleep before they reach Elysium. Charon takes his time ferrying the souls down to the House. When the last of the dead have made their way inside Charon continues to Erebus rather than returning to the Temple. Hermes needed more than these scant few moments of sleep. He needed real rest and time to recover. As powerful as Olympian gods were rumored to be, Charon was willing to bet that they could still succumb to the effects of over exhaustion.

Hermes doesn’t stir when the boat comes to a stop, or when Charon very carefully picks him up. He isn’t dead, Charon knows that, yet even after Hermes is carefully placed in Charon’s far too unused bed he finds himself watching the slow but steady rise and fall of his chest. Just to be sure. Eventually, he has no choice but to get back to work. The dead have all the time in world. but Thanatos unfortunately did not. When he gets the chance to return to Erebus again, Hermes is gone. In his place is a thank you note with one of his feathers neatly placed on it. The note assures him that Hermes didn’t pull the feather out, but rather it came out when Hermes preened his wings. Charon doesn’t believe that for a moment, but he takes the feather from the pillow and places it in the same vase as the various flowers he had received from Persephone over the years. It seemed to glow and the sight of it brought a pleasant sort of warmth to his chest. Almost like Hermes was still there.

Things are different after that. Better in Charon’s opinion, but definitely different. Hermes is more vulnerable around him, the act is dropped and he gets to see the god that lies beneath all the pomp and feathers. So Charon does the same. Hermes can sort of understand him by now and Charon is still amazed by that. Something warm begins to blossom where his heart would be if he had one. It’s more persistent whenever Hermes is around. Especially when he is flitting about in Charon’s personal space. It’s not something he has ever felt before. The warmth is pleasant, but concerning. He doesn’t bring it up to Hermes out of fear of worrying him. He certainly doesn’t need anything else on his plate at the moment. Zagreus gives him a bottle of nectar on one of his runs. Given that he can’t exactly drink it he decides to give it to Hermes. The smile Hermes gives him in response is what pushes him over the edge. That warm feeling bubbles and burns until he’s moving, pulling Hermes into as much of a kiss as his skeletal facial structure will allow. When Hermes pulls away to exhale a plume of deep purple smoke he is grinning. “Took you lone enough.” He says with a wink, “I thought you would never catch on.”

Things are different now. Persephone is back, and the House is lively again. Nyx is happier than Charon can ever remember seeing her, and it’s nice. Best of all, Hermes is always there when Charon gets back to Erebus. Either resting or waiting for him there with a fascinating bauble from the surface. His favorite moments though are these. When Hermes is laid out with his head in Charon’s lap letting him run skeletal fingers through his hair and soothe him to sleep. When they are both at peace and he knows Hermes is safe in a place where he can rest his weary wings.

#Charmes #background Nyx/Persephone #Charon & Persephone #hades game fic #canonverse ish #canon compliant sort of #Charon centric

[blood-starved-beast]

Thinking about how Hades II parallels and how it flips a lot of things so far from the first game. You know how Zagreus is polite and charming guy who by virtue of said politeness and good character makes a lot of friends right? What if Melinoe was the opposite. 

What she makes up for in dedication she completely lack in charm or grace. She has no sense of humor (all jokes with her are due to her being so serious she becomes unintentionally hilarious). She makes no effort to make friends (all about the task after all) but somehow does by accident cause she’s surrounded by a good number of relatively similar and/or unhinged individuals (hey Moros, Doom Incarnate, whom Thanatos refuses to talk to). She is unintentionally (and maybe sometimes intentionally) rude and alienates others whom Zagreus would have normally gotten along famously easily. She is nice and lets her guard down only around Froggy, whom she’s got a special name for and all but No One Must Know. She is an awkward fuck who says the dumbest things so seriously that it’s just, pure comedy.

#Melinoe #Hades II #Hades 2 #speculation #imagine this Melinoe talking with Zagreus their interactions would be fucking hilarious #I want her to make Thanatos look like the King of Charisma is what I'm saying

[tea-dragonz]

Korina isn’t always right, and that’s a good thing.

I’ve rambled a lot about the fandom’s treatment of Mors, now I have to talk about their treatment of Korina. Gonna be talking about Korina’s Origin in specific because OoO doesn’t give us too much to work with in regards to this topic.

There's this thing I noticed in fandom, where characters (female characters especially) of certain personality traits get propped up on pedestals. They usually tick off half or more of these traits: kind/caring, subservient or submissive in some capacity, has anxious tendencies, shy/soft-spoken/socially awkward, puts others’ emotional needs before their own.

These characters are typically universally adored by the fandom, which is by no means a bad thing. The problem lies when these characters are treated like they can do no wrong, like they have no flaws, and like their word is gospel and their view of a situation is always the right one to have. It leaves little room for discussion and nuance surrounding a character, because the outcome will always be the same: they did no wrong, no questions asked. Their purity and innocence is also always emphasized for some reason, even in cases where the characters are clearly established to be adults???

Now obviously this isn’t always applicable, for example shows for young children tend to have a character’s view of a situation be more straightforward rather than nuanced. But here I’m talking specifically about Korina in Korina’s Origin, a series in which characters are allowed to be wrong and have nuanced moments while still being characters the audience can root for. Korina herself has many of these moments, and yet the fandom will always take her side no matter what.

Korina has moments where she acts out of emotion, she has moments where she doesn’t have the full picture, and she has moments where she makes the wrong decision. One moment I can think of is the episode where Mors is talking about his daddy issues with Thanatos and says to Korina “I understand now why you hate your father” or something along those lines. Korina gets upset with him and says that they are nothing alike and that Mors is wrong to compare them. And yeah, Mors probably shouldn’t compare them, but also Korina’s reaction in the moment seems harsh? She was clearly biased towards Thanatos’ side of the situation there and seems to completely dismiss any legitimate reasons for Mors’ animosity about his father. (Which mind you, includes having him be put in what is essentially solitary confinement for days or weeks at a time when he was only 10, like that is the one thing out of everything that I can’t excuse Thanatos for.) I’ve always viewed that moment as one where Korina is flawed and acts out of emotion, but I guess other people don’t see it like that???

(The video in question)

Even Kat herself has stated that Korina isn’t always meant to be in the right. It’s on one of the livestreams and I don’t remember which one, but she states that Korina isn’t supposed to be fully in the right by insistently searching for her mother. (It was between the episode where Korina hears her mother’s voice in her dreams and the one where Thanatos goes giant mode I think? I’ll put it in the reblogs if I find it)

Either way, I rarely if ever see people talk about these moments with the possibility that Korina was in the wrong. And look, I love her too. I relate to her struggles with standing up to people and RSD, but at the end of the day she’s just as flawed as any other person, and that’s great! But I feel like a lot of people just want the ideal version of Korina, with none of her flaws or shortcomings. Every instance of her lashing out is a girlboss moment, every instance where she serves others to her own detriment without question is selfless, every instance where her social issues hold her back is a relatable moment.

Thanatos is allowed to be the clearly flawed but still lovable father. Mors is allowed to be an antihero asshole who still cares for Korina and Thanatos in his own twisted way. People acknowledge their flaws and still love them, so why can't they do the same for Korina?

#korina’s origin #korina #korina’s origin spoilers #fandom critical

[arch-godenvy]

THANATOS , VILLAIN ALIGNED

name  ryuunosuke nishiyama nicknames  ryuu, bones (reserved for his sister) age  thirty date of birth  may 28, 1993 zodiac  gemini place of birth  tbd, japan current residence  a shitty little nyc studio apartment gender  trans man pronouns  he/him sexuality  gay occupation  medical examiner

faceclaim  kento yamazaki height  5'9 tattoos  none piercings  many ear piercings & a lingual frenulum piercing distinguishing features  choppy shoulder length hair, almost abnormally dark irises, extremely cold to the touch skin (not that he'd let anyone get close enough to check), mole on his right cheekbone positive traits  intelligent, incredible memory, efficient negative traits  somewhat naive & easily manipulated, unfocused, emotional labels / tropes  animals hate him, annoying younger sibling, creepy shadowed undereyes, death seeker, heel-face revolving door, perky goth, power-strain blackout, stealth hi/bye, touch of death, troubled but cute, you should have died instead likes  poetry, gothic architecture, the smell of formaldehyde, coffee dislikes  his ability, cerberus corp, all cerberus agents, winter fears  physical touch, accidentally killing someone/something, himself, his father, needles (getting over this one as they are on testosterone) hobbies  collecting poetry (specifically romantic & gothic), weaving bracelets habits  reciting names of bones / muscles / organs / etc when nervous, drawing on self, not listening when someone is talking

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

near death experience… 

born with a congenital heart defect, ryuu has always been careful not to strain himself too much. he didn't expect that he'd outlive his siblings, though, and he certainly didn't expect that he'd come back to life when he died. it goes like this : a completely normal, boring wednesday, even. his mentor trusts him to perform parts of the autopsy on his own and he takes his job very seriously. except, when his scalpel touches dead skin (dead! he verified this fact several times over), the deceased... isn't very deceased any more. the body breathes and jolts up. screams. and ryuu screams too, falling backwards and knocking down his tray of tools and is so genuinely frightened that his heart gives out and he dies. he doesn't know how or why, but his heart seemingly restarts on its own, and he's alive but irrevocably changed before his mentor comes back. while dead, he saw his deceased older brother, still a teenager and looking the same he did the day he died. his twin sister was nowhere to be found, and he doesn't know what to do about that.

despite being very much alive now, he still feels attached to the dead, or at least the concept of being dead. it's this awkwardness of being in two planes — existence and not — that he just can't seem to shake.

power… 

death force manipulation. what's that mean? well.

awful terrible vibes. within a five foot radius of ryuu, there is this generally off putting energy that just lingers. typically makes people feel despair, apathy, depression. more than once he's been minding his own business in the grocery store and an older woman walks by and just bursts into tears. weird stuff. this doesn't disappear it's always there

hypothetically yes ryuu can touch someone and kill them. he hasn't tried it yet. seems like an insurmountable task that would require too much energy.

he does, however, end up killing plant life inadvertently just by existing near by.

the most control he has over his power is putting people into a death-coma for a few minutes. it doesn't require physical touch, just line of sight, though physical touch will help him maintain the coma. these death comas have people looking like they are sleeping, but not breathing at all. basically? dead. as soon as ryuu releases them from the death coma, they come back awake, though very confused

can push the limits of his body very far. whats this mean? if he's in a situation where he lacks air he can simply breathe less and stretch out his survival time by manipulating the forces of death around him

death sense ! he knows instinctively when someone has died, has had an nde, or is going to die very soon. he can also usually determine cause of death through death sense, which makes his medical examiner job pretty easy.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities… 

extreme, almost chronic, fatigue. he requires an abnormal amount of rest after he's used his power. he also tends to be dehydrated and generally of sickly pallor. while energy drinks & coffee would have been a death sentence previously, he needs these to survive now.

cannot do physical touch. due to absolutely 0 control over his powers, there's a good chance he'll kill someone or at the very least bring them very close to death if he touches them. so he simply doesn't.

animals hate him. they don't get near him. it makes him really sad.

plants die near him. also makes him really sad.

confusion / disorientation is a very big one. general confusion is always there - from the fact that people are always dying - but also after using his powers he is often so disoriented to the point that he won't know where or when he is. if there's someone near him when he comes back disoriented, there's a high probability that he'll be asking for his siblings.

(if applicable)  cerberus corp… 

to keep it short -- due to intense life experiences ryuu has no trust or love for cerberus corp and its agents. he finds them all to be, at their best, scapegoats for whatever the fuck cerberus is planning behind their backs, though he views most agents as menaces doing more harm than good. he has no interest in joining cerberus and has managed to keep his head down when it comes to being found out by the company.

codename… 

self named. why ? sounds cool <3 ryuu is unsurprisingly a fan of mythology and thanatos was the personification of death and what is ryuu if not the same?

003. HEADCANONS

[sibling death tw] [child abuse tw] the shortened version of ryuu's backstory is this : did Not grow up in a nice pleasant household. mom was sick more often than not and dad was not a good person and people knew that, though they averted their eyes when their three kids came to school looking rough. around when ryuu was 11-13 years old, his older brother (by 2 years) died under mysterious circumstances that ryuu tried and failed to stop. absolutely destroyed ryuu and his twin sister. a year or so later, before they graduated highschool, their mom finally separated from their father and was able to move to new york to settle with extended family. ryuu and his sister both finish high school and decide to go into medical school. while his sister ventures into surgery, he's more comfortable with forensic pathology. More mysterious circumstances happen around when the twins are 27/28 and ryuu's sister is assumed dead, though no body is found. he's a little more than devastated and is under the assumption that cerberus corp had something to do with her death. additionally, his mother was recently put into full time care due to dementia. [/child abuse tw] [ /sibling death tw]

when i say he's intelligent he's really fucking smart. his memory is like a sponge and he's got a great filing system up there - meaning he absolutely will recite exactly what you said to him 2 years 3 months and 4 days ago with scary accuracy.

hates his powers ! doesnt want them !

why villain sidekick? good question. certainly has no desire to save people when he's only watched his loved ones get hurt despite asking for them to be helped. there is no good, why should he try?

would love some physical touch . however the horrors.... (accidentally killing someone)

is actually quite easy manipulated or swayed. malleable, really. will logically reason out almost anything. doesn't mean he's trusting

misses his siblings every damn day and doesn't even have anyone he can talk to them about because his mom doesn't really remember anymore so it's just him and the dead.

ryuu is freezing to the touch. really really ice cold. abnormally so. he's always bundled up in sweaters.

there is love to be found in the violence and even the killings and especially the grief okay?

004. CONNECTIONS

roommate??? hes got a studio apartment but will move at a moments notice if theres a better choice. he is technically a doctor if that means anything to anyone looking for a roomie on craigslist

book / poetry club ?

exes.....

fwb ? enemies w benefits ? the touch thing may be something we need to work on but hes sooo normal about it i promise

this is sick kinda but villain who finds his powers something that they can use and perhaps sways/manipulates him into helping Their Cause

brain is so fucking fried right now just take him and give me plots ok?

#cc.intro

[minthe-lover]

Gods duty

Thanatos fic is completely, will be doing a romantic fic with demeter next. word count: 1,010

"I'm not thanking you, I'm most put-upon-"

"You're welcome goodbye!"

Thanatos stared up awkwardly at Hades who similarly stared down at him, as his mother flew away. "Well I guess I'm stuck with you... What's your name boy"

"It's Thanatos sir...." he looked away at the ground nervously not wishing to look the kind of the underworld in the eye. Hades hummed trying to think.

"Well... I need a soul collector... how would you like to be the god of death?" Hades ask looking over some paper work, Thanatos nodded nervous. Knowing he has to accept the job. ".... yes sir..."

why did I accept that

Thanatos had grown a few inches and was currently had a mortal realm clothes wrapped around him. It was his first time visiting the mortal realm, to fulfill his job of collecting shades. He was nervous his small hand gathering sweat he attempted to wipe off on the white cloth around them.

He had been around shades his whole life but never after they had recently died. He heard Hades call for him. "Thanatos! are you finished! I'm tied of waiting!" Thanatos rushed out to follow Hades to the human realm.

Stretching his wings he flew behind Hades, the bright sun of the mortal realm caused him to squint his eyes. Once his eyes adjusted he saw what his job was, Hades pointed towards it.

It was clear what had happened as Thanatos looked through the window. Inside on the bed was an old man, his eyes lifeless. Sitting next to him was a shade, exactly like the old man in appearance but looking around confusingly.

Thanatos flew and sat on the windowsill before speaking up "... I'm... I.. I'm here to take you to the under world"

The shade looked over to Thanatos and sighed "I know... Your look quite young for a god of death...." The older man stared at Thanatos his hands shaking.

".. I hate to do this to a child... But please... Please let me stay... My grandchild was just born.. I've barely been able to spend any time with them! I beg of you allow me to stay!" he moves to grab the robes that Thanatos was wearing, as he continued to beg with a horse and panicked voice.

Thanatos was similarly panicked at the interaction as the old man continued to tightly hold onto his robe, begging as tears came to his eyes. Thanatos felt lightheaded as he could barely take an even breath before quickly responding "o-okay!... you... you can stay... just.. for... um... a bit longer.."

the shade immediately relaxed letting him go and whispering a small thank you as Thanatos flew away as he cried.

He flew away as tears formed in his eyes finding the nearest tree to hide among the leaves. Once he found a sturdy seat on the branches, he quickly broke down. Weak sobs and tears leaving him hugging his knees close to his chest as the begs from the shade rang through his ears.

It wasn't that long in till Hades figured out he allowed the shade to return, and quickly went out in search for the young god. Once he found him crying in the tree unsure of what to do he went to sit next to him on the branch.

"… Thanatos… you can't let there words get to you… you need to go finish the job.. this won't be the worst shade you'll have to deal with so just focus on getting it done." Hades said in an attempt to comfort the child, though in the back of his mind he was considering all the time he was wasting on his matter.

Thanatos responded with a variety of weak sobs and pleads to not be made to do it, but Hades stood by his points. Waiting until the Thanatos sobs lessen before bringing him back to the shades, being nearby as the nervous god completed his job

I should have left after that

The awkward air didn't leave as Thanatos existed the court room. It got worse as he felt the familiar and angry eyes of Hades barring into the back of his skull. His ichor ran cold and his throat was dry as he turned around.

Hades eyes glowed red as he stepped closer staring down thanatos "What. Where. You. Thinking" he yelled at thanatos still glaring down at him as he began to pace around.

"I take care of you for years! Give you an amazing job! Put up with you sloppy performance year after year, and you go ahead and do this! Stab me on the back and do this?"

Thanatos tried to shrink into himself, wanting to fly away from his conversation. Before something struck a cord with him. "I care for her and you treat her like shit for no reason!?"

thanatos took a deep breath, his hands shaking as he stared into Hades face. "Why don't you care for me.. 'dad'... you... your treating a random god better then you've ever treated me! Some one you raised as a 'son'" his voice was weak but growing in strength as he continued to air the things he has wished to say his whole life.

"You've always treated me like garbage! you claim you cared for me all the time! but you were a terrible father figure! I've been working for me my whole life.. I never wanted this... and then a random girl came in that you met at a party and you've spent so much time caring for her over literally any of your other employees!"

Hades opened his mouth to counter but thanatos raised his hands stopping him "I'm done with you and how you constantly treat me like shit... go have a wonderful relationship with her.. but I am done dealing with you bullshit"

he quickly stormed off before hades could respond, finding the nearest window and quickly flying away. He was glad he stood up for himself.. but the fear of hades still clinged onto him tightly.

#anti lo #lo critical #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lore olympus fanfic #lo hades #lo thanatos #lore olympus hades #lore olympus thanatos

[pepsiiwho]

Okay so tentative ollonos dynamic, I’ll probably write something about this soon, is “how dare you let people be mean to you! Only (I) can be mean to you”. More under the cut

So like I was telling @koipalm , Apollo is the literal golden child of the family and one of the larger godly figures in the line up. Because of this, by a god's standard, he's quite privileged and wants nothing to do with the scum of the underworld and especially not anyone associated with darkness personified. They're all quite scary and off putting with their pointy weapons and dark clothing, it's brutish.

He then meets Hypnos, the most surprising child of Nyx and instantly doesn't like him. He's loud and awkward and talks to much and never knows when to just take a hint. He has no filter and can only barely recognize his betters. Worst of all, he sleeps during the night AND day alike, almost as a personal affront to Apollo's whole thing. Hypnos pays no special attention to the sun, if the poor sod has even SEEN it (he has) and wastes the sunshine Apollo so graciously conjures for them. It's insulting.

So, They don't get along. Or, rather, Hypnos is as nice and polite as usual and Apollo doesn't get along with him at all. But, of all the chthonic gods, Hypnos is easily the most palpable. Let Thanatos come talk to him and Apollo can't help but roll his eyes. Anyway, at some point Apollo would see how Hypnos' family treats him (FAR too callously) and then how the denizens of hell talked to him (FAR too casually) and he's appalled.

A god! A major god at that, is being ridiculed by his kin and commoners alike?? That won't do.

(Author's note: Everything his family and coworkers have said, Apollo has said and would agree with)

He finds Hypnos and is like "Hey stupid idiot everyone is mean to you, are you going to just TAKE that?" and Hypnos is just nodding "Yes? I don't want to rock the boat, and it's not like they're wrong. You say it too, Lord Apollo" and Apollo takes offense to the true statement. He then goes and promises to himself to make Hypnos even a little bit as confident as he is.

Their romance is like one of those stupid 90's romance movies where the popular hot one turns the ugly, awkward one into a total hottie and then falls for them in the process.

Apollo "I'm the kid that pulled pigtails to show my affection" X Hypnos "I'm the one who got my pigtails pulled"

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#ollonos #daydreaming #I like them your honor

[themculibrary]

College/University Roommates Masterlist

a home for two (ao3) - watsonmj (divineauthor) mj/peter T, 3k

Summary: MJ can’t count how many times Peter has shown up in her dorm.

Peter and MJ become unintentional roommates. They’re also incredibly in love with each other.

A Little Larceny (ao3) - checkmate bucky/tony T, 5k

Summary: Bucky has a bit of a thing for his roommate, but Tony is far too busy setting him up on blind dates with other people to notice.

California king (ao3) - withered bucky/tony T, 1k

Summary: Bucky should be used to Tony ending up in his bed.

cross your heart (ao3) - softnslow mj/peter, ned/betty T, 6k

Summary: God, he's so pretty.

His eyes dart from the textbook to his journal, and his head is lowered so a brown curl droops down from his forehead. His dorky T-shirt is hiked up slightly so it reveals- his stupid perfect six-pack, damn. 

The soft glow of the lamp outlines his sharp, perfect jawline to his pretty boy features.

MJ looks back down, biting the inside of her cheek.

She's crushing so hard on Peter. A nerd. A dork. A really hot, cute, awkward, pretty guy. 

--

or, a sweet roommates au featuring babysitting morgan stark, snowball fights, and study sessions.

Death and the PhD (ao3) - buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: PhD student Bucky Barnes loves his research on Thanatos, the Greek god of non-violent death. So wrapped up in his studies that he doesn’t realize someone’s stalking him and his roommate Steve who’s come to mean more to Bucky than only someone who resides in his apartment, he’s forced to find the courage to resist when he comes face-to-face with his stalker.

Education is the key (ao3) - SrebrnaFH G, 1k

Summary: Steve Rogers is rescued from the ice earlier than in the MCU timeline and Army decides he needs to complete his education.

Howard Stark suggests MIT. Guess who is going to be Steve's roommate... Or roommates.

for all of the perfect things that i doubt (ao3) - spoondrifts loki/mobius, valkryie/ravonna T, 6k

Summary: Mobius M. Mobius, age twenty-three, philosophy major, isn't sure what to make of his new roommate. Especially considering that it's three months into the semester and he hasn't even seen the guy yet.

Home (ao3) - Pandagirl86 tony/bruce T, 4k

Summary: It's been a long time since Tony's felt at home.

In This Together (ao3) - i_buchanan bruce/tony E, 62k

Summary: Bruce was pretty sure that he was going to be the youngest person at MIT. He didn't realize that honor actually went to his roommate, the already-infamous Tony Stark. Granted, the child prodigy turns out to be nothing like he expects, for better or worse, and Bruce figures that they just have to make it work. Besides, it should only be for one semester, right?

Or, the fic where they live together, move out together, and eventually get together.

Let Me Love You (ao3) - inclinedtoarson mj/peter M, 3k

Summary: Peter is Michelle's best friend, and Michelle is his. He is always there for her on her worst days, and now that they're roommates she's spent a lot of nights confiding the deepest parts of herself with him. There's no one she trusts more in the world, no one who knows her better. So when her boyfriend just up and leaves, MJ is glad Peter is there to tell her she's beautiful and valuable and that he's there for her. He'll always be there.

Marvel Collegiate University (ao3) - Ultra bucky/natasha, pepper/tony, steve/peggy T, 48k

Summary: What if all the Avengers were ordinary human beings who just attended college together?

Oh where do we begin (ao3) - steveandbucky steve/buckt M, 24k

Summary: Halfway through his third year of college, Steve Rogers rents out the spare room in his apartment to make living close to campus more affordable. At first sight his new roommate, Bucky Barnes, seems to be the stuff dreams are made of, but living together turns out to be a nightmare, and the academic year is a lot more adventurous than either of them expected, as they slowly turn from enemies to friends to lovers.

Painterly (ao3) - avintagekiss24 steve/bucky E, 8k

Summary: Steve's entire semester hinges on the art project that Bucky just kinda, sorta put a hole in.

save, saving, saved (ao3) - firebrands steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: simple joys, or: tony exhausting himself trying to help literally everyone and steve tutting and making him noodles

Smart Enough (ao3) - AuroraWest loki/stephen T, 3k

Summary: Loki has never been smart enough to keep his mouth shut around people who don't like him. When he gets beat up by the university rowing team (seriously?), his roommate insists on helping with the injuries.

At least Loki is smart enough not to fall for his roommate, despite Stephen's crooked smile and floppy hair. Right?

some days i'm lonely (and some days i'm not) (ao3) - wittepain peter/harley T, 77k

Summary: Harley turns eighteen in a day, graduates in two weeks, and despite all of the questions now being thrown at his head, he has absolutely no direction in life.

-

or, it takes leaving everything he's ever known for harley keener to finally learn how to love and be loved.

Surprise! (ao3) - Ray_Day peter/harley T, 2k

Summary: Harley and Peter are dating and are roommates in college. Neither of them knows that they know Tony Stark (Though on Harley's end, he just doesn't connect the dots).

So when Tony shows up for a surprise lecture for their shared class, neither of them know what to do.

The Loveliness of Loving You (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe sam/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Staring SamBucky, featuring: Valentine's Day ✔️ Baking Cookies ✔️ Lingerie ✔️ Mutual Pining By Friends With Benefits ✔️ And They Were Roommates ✔️

The One With The Haus Party (ao3) - neversaydie steve/bucky, natasha/sam, past steve/tony, bucky/pietro M, 8k

Summary: Sam ends up giving Mr Five-Feet-Five of Cock-Deprived Fury a piggyback home, mainly because he's too drunk to protest being carried and Sam would like to get home before the sun comes up this time.

"I hate Bucky." He's been grumbling about Barnes for the entire walk. There's a thin line between love and hate, Sam supposes, and apparently that line is someone else's dick in Bucky's mouth. "Fucking… gonna call him Fucky from now on."

"He'll like that." Sam points out, shifting Steve's weight to get the bony knees out of his ribs. He'd better get some good karma for this shit, he wishes he didn't have such a strong conscience that he can't knowingly let this guy sleep on a sticky frat house floor for the night. He's way nicer than his messy friends deserve.

"Gonna call him fuckface then. Fuckface fucking Barnes. Sucking all the dicks. S'not fair, where's the dicks left for everyone else?!"

[the gang go to a house party at a hockey frat, mistaken identities and inadvisable drunken behaviour abound, and Steve is a Hot Mess]

The Rift (ao3) - seapigeon steve/bucky M, 53k

Summary: Steve Rogers is used to things going wrong. He's had poor health and bad luck his entire life. He's not really sure why he thought witchcraft would be any different. Maybe because he didn't believe it was real...?

Turns out, it's all kinds of real, and now he has a ghost in the attic, a mystery to solve, and a huge crush on his roommate.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #au #college #college masterlist #university #university masterlist #roommates #roommates masterlist

[biboomerangboi]

Cause of my Current Brainrot - steddie with background ronance Hades AU.

Steve as Zagreus - Determined to get out of the underworld, rebellious son. Charming and good at getting his ass kicked.

Eddie as Thanatos - God of the dead, in love with Steve since childhood, everyone thinks he’s scary but he’s just a guy. (His companion would be a bat this time round tho because of course.)

Nancy as Megaera - Fury with a gun, Steve’s Ex, cares about her job and dumped Steve for being to immature, nectar starts a friendship.

Robin as Dusa - Instead of just a head she’d be a full Gorgon, Steve tries to flirt with her but she eventually she’s like I’m gay and the platonic soulmatism kicks in, Steve starts matchmaking her and Nancy like it’s her job and running to her about Eddie being mean to him.

Dustin as Hypnos - Eddies little brother, playfully bullies Steve for his deaths, gets distracted at work, sassy

I’m not sure if Hopper and Joyce should be Hades and Nyx or Olympians but the rest of the party are definitely the younger Olympians.

Max as Hermes because she’d deffs be in on this and is the Zoomer.

Controversially Lucas as Artemis because he’s sweet and awkward and deserves a goated boon. He’s also the ranger of the party guys so this makes sense.

El as Athena Goated boons, defence for days, very strong and wanting to fix her family.

Also controversially Mike as Ares he’s our little hotheaded paladin and him being the reverse of El is pretty cute.

Will as Aphrodite but he doesn’t really get love, biggest heart for days, talks more about familial love when talking to Steve and mentions he’s nervous about his role to Steve. Crush on Mike.

Argyle as Dionysus because it just fits a lot.

I’m struggling with Jonathan because I think he needs to be Wills brother always but also I think he’d really fit Charon but how am I going to make him buds with Dionysus of all people.

Murray as Poseidon idk why that fits but Murray being kind of a dick who gives you things just fits.

I’m struggling now to think of more. Joyce as Demeter and Hopper as Zeus I think would also fit and obviously I’d have to overhaul a lot of who’s related to who to make this all work and make the kids not related to each other obviously but yeah. This is the brainrot. I won’t be writing this obviously but it’s going around in my head.

#mostly I’m less concerned about Olympus and more Steddie flirting and pining and Steve playing matchmaker with nectar #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #the party #hades fusion

[justonemorechapternicercy]

PCPWeek Day 4 - Royalty

Read it on Ao3

⚠️ Warnings: incest, weird negotiations (?), mild sexual content

Ever since the future Consort arrived, his Prince wasn't the same. It was as if his Prince, his future King, his half-brother lost something precious. The warm light had left his sea-green eyes, and the smiles he offered freely before were washed away by somberness and sadness.

Percy didn't know how to help him.

"How are you, Tri?" Percy asked. He shouldn't be so informal with his Prince, but ever since he was brought into the palace when the late King found out about him, he was at Triton's side every day and every hour as his personal servant. They grew closer naturally. Not like brothers - it still blew Percy's mind that basically, he had royal blood in his veins -, since he wasn't raised as a prince, not to mention as a possible successor, but as friends.

Sometimes bordering on more.

"I just…" Triton said, trailing off. He was standing in front of the window, eyes following the dark form of his future Consort.

"Tri, your mother was asking me to tell you to seek out your betrothed. She wishes you to get into the marriage as friends," Percy said. When Queen Amphitrite is not able to reach his son, redundantly, but always relied on Percy. She could never get used to seeing him, the proof of her husband's indiscretion being around her, but she couldn't deny the bond between her son and the bastard son of her husband. Percy was glad for it. She could have made his life a living hell.

As Triton turned around, there were storms in his sea-green eyes, and Percy could have swooned. He always adored the intensity of his Prince. "You ask me to do that? You ?"

Percy sucked his breath in, biting into his lips, trying to not show his hurt. As Triton's eyes softened, he assumed he wasn't so successful at that.

"Yes, Tri, I ask you. You should spend time with your intended. Maybe you'll like him," he whispered. Triton stepped closer, and closer. Percy was stumbling back, until his lord caged him against the stone wall, one hand next to his head, the other caressing his blushing cheeks.

"Why do you want me to play pretend? Why are you so content with this situation?" Triton asked softly, but his voice was hard and cold as the stone behind Percy's back.

"I'm not content!" Percy snapped, then turned his head away from Triton's intense gaze. "I'm not… but I always knew there could be nothing between us. That you will always be with somebody else. And I want you to be happy…"

"Oh, my sweet, sweet Percy," Triton sighed, half lovingly, half mockingly, tilting his chin up with a finger. Percy felt dizzy at his closeness and involuntarily closed his eyes, offering his lips to his lord, for the long-awaited kiss.

But it never came. Instead, Triton moved away from him. He opened his eyes, awkward, and self-conscious, just to see his Prince staring at him with unreadable eyes, armed crossed in front of his chest.

"Sweet Percy…" the future King whispered, almost tasting the words. "If you think I could be friends with my betrothed, then go. Go, and befriend him." Orders never really came from Triton, so when they did, there was nothing Percy could do to make him change his mind. Yet, Percy had to try.

"But…"

"Go!" Triton said, and the door opened in front of Percy.

Go he did.

-*-*-*-

Percy wasn't lying when he told Triton he was sure the price and his future husband could be good friends. He already met with the other prince before, and Thanatos was very impressive. Handsome and charming, kind and proper. Somebody who could be a proper King Consort.

"Lord Thanatos," he bowed.

"Rise, Percy, you know you don't have to bow in front of me," the prince said, smiling softly at him, making him strangely flustered.

"I am sorry, Lord Triton is still not well, he is unable to accept visitors," he lied, as he did every day for almost a fortnight.

"It's alright, sweetness, I expected it by now," Thanatos murmured, and Percy felt his face color yet again. These princes…

"I am really sorry. But he wishes to befriend you through me. I will be glad to be a messenger between the two of you," he leaned forward to bow again, but gentle touch on his shoulder stopped him.

"Don't bow," Thanatos reminded him, and regarded him with a contemplative stare. "He wants this, doesn't he?"

Percy was mostly sure the prince was talking to himself, but he nodded.

"Good. I am happy to be your - and his - friend ," he said, putting an emphasis on the 'friend' part.

"My Lord," Percy said-questioned, but didn't receive an answer, just an enigmatic smile.

"Now come, my friend, I wish to see the garden." Before Percy could protest, the prince was already leading him, one warm hand firmly on Percy's shoulder.

-*-*-*-

It took longer than he expected, the sun was already gone behind the mountains before Percy found himself in the palace, twirling a little pink rose in his hand. He wished to just disappear into his room to slow down his fluttering thoughts and heartbeats, but before he could reach the corridor that lead to his quarters, he stumbled into the waiting arms of his Prince.

"I see you are already being very friendly with the prince… I tried to find you, but you disappeared for a day," Triton chided him. Or, he didn't, he said it normally, but to Percy, it felt like he was being reprimanded.

"I'm…"

"It's okay, I ordered you to do it," he said, brushing a finger along a petal of the blooming flower, standing inappropriately close to Percy.

"It's yours!" He rushed to say. "Lord Thanatos sent it to you, with his wishes to get well." He offered the rose, timidly holding it in front of himself.

Triton took it, holding it in front of his nose to smell the intoxicating scent of the flower, just to gently slide it between Percy's ear and head.

"No, I think you should keep it. It suits better on you."

"My Prince," Percy whispered, mouth slightly open, flushed bright red. Triton touched him one last time, boldly running his fingers through Percy's hair, and the servant felt weak in his knees. Every time Triton did something like this, Percy felt like falling into an ever deeper pit, from where he could never get out.

He felt lightheaded as he moved away from his Prince.

"Percy," Triton called before he could get farther away. Turning back, he found the prince closer than he expected. "I want you to give a message to Thanatos."

Percy felt something in his chest aching at the request, at Triton's uncharacteristically nervous and hesitant voice.

"Of course, anything you need." Triton's eyes softened and stepped even closer. Before Percy could do anything about it, the prince cupped his face into his big, strong, warm hands, and-

Percy was frozen in one spot.

He waited for this for so long, yet it came so suddenly, so unexpectedly, he wasn't sure how to respond. When he continued to just stand there, frozen, Triton pressed into the kiss almost desperately. Percy gasped, opening his mouth to accept the frantic kiss, bringing his hands up to bury his fingers into Triton's hair.

The prince pressed him to the wall, never once breaking the kiss, not stopping nor slowing, snaking his hands around Percy's waist, to pull him as close as he could. Percy moaned at the feelings, but at the same time, he felt like a bucket of water was thrown at him, bringing him back to reality.

"Wait," he hissed, remembering who he was, what he was doing with whom, and especially where. Thankfully, Triton pulled back, giving him space to catch his breath, but his intense, burning stare never left Percy's shivering form.

"You can give the message to Thanatos, right?" The prince asked, smirking, stepping back, lips so red, so puffed up, Percy could barely tear his eyes off them.

"Yes," he said, breathless. "Sure. Anything," he breathed, not even knowing what he was talking about. He just knew he had to get away. "Bye!"

He barely made it back to his chambers without being seen, without turning around and throwing himself into Triton's arms, but somehow he managed to do it.

Throwing himself on his bed, he touched his lips, pressing his fingers against the tingling shadow of the kiss. Heart beating fast, blood pumping furiously, he pressed his palm against his lap and moaned.

He could hardly undress himself fast enough.

-*-*-*-

"I have a message for you, my Lord," Percy said bravely, swallowing harshly.

"What did you bring for me, my sweet?" The prince asked, drawing Percy close, making him sit beside him, and Percy couldn't stop the blush to spread over his whole face. "What a pretty sight, this must be an interesting message, for sure," Thanatos said, fascinated by the red-faced servant.

Percy swallowed again, breathing in and out to gather his bravery, then he did it- he kissed the prince.

It was just a small kiss, only a peck, finished quicker than a heartbeat, but it sent tingling all over his body.

Opening his eyes, he found himself staring into Thanatos' darkened eyes. They were not furious. No. They were full with want.

"I see," he noted. "Then I have a message for him too," he declared, pulling Percy into a longer, softer kiss. His hands were gentle, more gentle than Triton's, but when they pulled away, the look in his eyes was similar.

"I…" Percy croaked.

"Will you give the message to him?" Thanatos asked, and Percy nodded, dazed. "Right. Now that we are over this, what do you say about riding out? I heard the surrounding area is worth visiting and I want to explore my new home."

-*-*-*-

Getting closer to Triton's bed-chamber filled Percy with a mixture of intense feelings. His steps were unsteady, but the knock on the prince's door was anything but.

"Come in," Triton said, dressed in his nightclothes, looking soft and inviting, too good for Percy's weak heart.

"My Lord," he whispered. The look in Triton's eyes sharpened, and the soft smile turned into a satisfied smirk.

"I said, come in."

When Percy was inside, and the door safely closed behind him, Triton touched his face gently, lovingly, and as Percy's eyes fluttered closed, he kissed him.

"That's not fair," Percy whispered. "I had to give you a kiss as a message from your betrothed."

"Mmm," Triton murmured. "Then please, give me the message," he teased.

Percy blushed but didn't back off. He stood on his tiptoes, and forward he did.

"What an exciting news. You were right, maybe I will like him by the time we get married," the prince said pensively. A wicked look moved into his eyes.

"But I think we'll need to agree on one last thing." Percy felt them moving, but it was a surprise when he fell on Triton's bed, the prince crawling on top of him, with hunger clear on his face, his cock pressed against his own.

Percy couldn't speak, couldn't think. He just let the feelings wash over him.

-*-*-*-

"What do you bring, little messenger dove?" Welcomed Thanatos Percy in the morning, after a throughout bath that washed away the night's secrets.

As it was common in these days, Percy felt color rush to his face, thinking about what happened the night before, and what would happen in the near future.

"Are we going to be disturbed for something?" Percy asked, making sure they had time uninterrupted.

"No. Unless there is something unexpected, I'm not waiting for anybody," Thanatos replied, raising an eyebrow in interest.

"Good. Okay. Good." Percy inhaled and exhaled. Thanatos' gaze ranked over the figure in front of him, resting his eyes on Percy's neck, where skin meets the soft material of his shirt.

And the place that was Triton's favorite spot to claim. Oh.

Percy's hand immediately shot to his neck, as if he wanted to hide the redness, but there was no hiding from Thanatos' eyes.

"I'm expecting a quite interesting message," he commented in a mild tone, slowly approaching the boy rooted in one place.

"My Lord," he tried to bow his head, but a finger stopped him from doing it.

"I told you before," Thanatos whispered, before he claimed Percy's mouth as his. "Where's my message, sweetness? I want it," he growled, and Percy yielded.

Even if the two princes would be the death of him…

He wanted them both.

"I can give it to you on your bed," he confessed, before kissing the lord, nothing like he had done before. Not as a message, not during their little visitation outside of the palace's confines. It was hard and full of desire like the one Triton gave him the night before.

After all, he was just the carrier of the message. He had to make sure it was throughoutly given, exactly as it was in the original.

-*-*-*-

With the last message given and received, Triton was ready to meet with his betrothed, just the two of them eating a nice dinner - and Percy as their chaperone, to his utter embarrassment. After doing indecent things with both parties, being an impartial chaperone felt like a joke, a mockery.

He was standing near as they feasted, watching them trying to find a common ground. It was tense-

Until the "messages" were mentioned.

"I believe we have something in common," Thanatos mentioned, swallowing the red wine, gaze finding Percy's.

"Mm, yes," Triton followed his eyes. Percy was burning from inside at the crossfire of those looks. "I feel like we are on the same page with the marriage, after all."

"I quite agree. I already feel like I know so much about you, and how our life in the future will be," Thanatos nodded.

Standing there, between them, was getting too much to handle. Hearing them talk about- what? Was it about him? Percy was mostly sure it was about him, but how could that be? There could only be two people in a marriage, right?

"Mm… When you wed to me," Triton started, "this common ground is going to be the part of our marriage. You understand me, don't you?"

"Absolutely," Thanatos nodded seriously. "I wouldn't wish it otherwise."

"Good." Triton stood, the screech of the chair as it was pushed back was loud in the quiet room. With careful steps, he walked towards Percy, and pulling the servant with himself, they got near to the still sitting prince.

"He is ours," Triton declared, and Thanatos nodded.

"He is."

Percy could do nothing about it. But it wasn't like he wanted to. He was more than fine with it.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hello! I just found your blog, and I have to say, I love your writing!!!!!! That being said, I would like to make a head cannon request for Hades. So, say that certain people take interest in someone (separately, like they're not all taking interest in the same person). How would they go about wooing/pursuing them? With Chaos, Hypnos, Thanatos, Ares, and Zagreus, please?

How They Would Woo/Pursue Someone They Like

FANDOM: Hades

Character(s): Ares, Chaos, Hypnos, Thanatos, Zagreus

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Aw thank you so much!! I will say these headcanons do get a bit interesting just because Greek Mythology is full of the gods doing very shady (to put it lightly) things while pursuing mortals.

Ares

What, you mean you aren’t wooed by him having your enemies heads on pikes??

Seriously, Ares is a god and the gods have done some shady stuff when it comes to mortals. 

You will probably get some Zeus-level stuff when it comes to Ares pursuing you. So good luck with that.

Honestly, Ares might not even go through the effort. He would tell you straight up that he is interested in you and that you should feel honored. Now choose him or be faced with death for defying a god.

Chaos

Chaos wooing someone is a very interesting concept. I mean, they're literally just a void that has been given a semi-humanoid form.

Chaos just never really thought of finding anyone appealing in that sense so should it happen, they might just take what's theirs.

If they do like someone then they will pull that person into the void. Just keep the person all to themself.

There is a chance that Chaos would watch at a distance and see what the person does. Might throw some more interesting things that person's way just to see if they live or go mad.

Hypnos

It's so easy to tell when Hypnos is crushing on anyone. The guy can't hold back how he feels.

His voice just goes dreamy or he starts to just stare and smiles like a doofus at whoever has his affections.

I think he'd attempt to make the person laugh. Laughter is the best medicine and an easy way to his heart. So he'll do the same with his usual sarcasm and quick wit to get some smiles.

Might ask Zagreus if he can give the person gifts (that Hypnos picked out). Hypnos would stutter and look like an idiot if he did it himself, so he's asking Zagreus for help.

Thanatos

Honestly completely clueless as to how to woo someone. I mean his whole thing is gathering souls of the dead, how is that supposed to make anyone like him?

Also not the best with his words. He just doesn't really know what to say to someone so he's a bit awkward (which adds to his charm).

If he truly likes someone then he might just find himself in their prescence, not really saying anything. So just enjoying your company and hope that you start a conversation.

Seriously, his attempt at wooing is Zagreus or Meg finding out and the two of them convincing you to date him (Zagreus is a lot more suave about it while Meg is more threatening). Thanatos has to do some damage control because of it but that just makes it more charming.

Zagreus

Zagreus has a collection of illegal Nectar and Ambrosia that he’ll happily give to you. It seems to make everyone happy so he hopes that he makes you happy to. Just know that you never have to give him a gift back!

Seriously, gift giving has to be his love language at this point. So you might get him commissioning the house contractor for more nice things, which he’ll be happy to give you.

Likes to tell you about his journey through the different places in the Underworld, probably only really mentioning the nicer places (Eurydice’s place, for example).

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804 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#4

hi kat, happy new year & hope you're well <3 could i pls request todo, yuta, and noritoshi (jujutsu kaisen) when they realize their s/o was trying to hide wounds from them? since the characters are pretty high level sorcerers, they (reader) don't want them (characters) to think they're weak. thanks if you decide to write this & ty even more for sharing your past writing with us!

S/O Hiding Wounds From Characters

FANDOM: Jujutsu Kaisen

Character(s): Noritoshi Kamo, Todo Aoi, Yuta Okkotsu

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): I’m happy to write this! Sorry that this did come out so late >.<

Noritoshi

Noritoshi prides himself on being a leader and ready to protect others. To know that you’re hiding wounds from him causes him to feel like you don’t trust in his abilities to keep you safe.

Hearing that it’s because you don’t want to be a burden causes him to pause and think. Has he ever done anything to make you feel that way? Did he ever say anything to imply that you’d ever be a burden to him? He wouldn’t be dating you if he thought you’d be a burden.

Hiding wounds from your allies is weak, is what he’d say. It’ll just cause everyone to be slowed down should more problems come up. You have to be honest and tell him when you’re hurting. 

His tone is very matter-of-fact as he’s telling you all of this but he truly is worried for you and doesn’t want to lose you. He promised he would protect as many people as he could and knowing that you didn’t tell him that you were harmed feels like a punch to the gut.

Todo

Todo just flicks your forehead when he learns that you're hiding wounds so he doesn't worry. He calls you an idiot (affectionate) because of course he'll worry but now he's worrying more.

Also you being a burden on him? He tells you everyday about how he's ready to move the earth and part oceans for you (he's very whipped). He also can’t help but laugh when you mention being weak. He would never fight along someone that he thought was weak.

Yes he's powerful, but he wants to use that power to protect you. He does beat himself up for not noticing your wounds sooner, but he can make up for it by helping you heal faster

So please next time tell him the instant you get hurt. Unless you want him to mother you every second of the day (he won't but he does threaten it constantly).

Yuta

Yuta finding out that you're wounded has him panicking. Especially because you hid this from him. So what if he's strong? Strength won't cause him to keep you from bleeding out!

You're going to get a hell of a scolding from him as he's wrapping and doing as best as he can to take care of you. He's not a trained professional so you're absolutely going to a hospital (and can't talk your way out of it).

Yuta tells you that no matter the strength, you're both still human. He makes mistakes and you make mistakes.

So please don't feel a burden just because you think he's stronger than you. Do you know how weak and helpless he feels seeing you hurt?

887 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

#3

How about some headcanons of Milo, Piers, and Raihan with s/o who has a Snorlax loves to hug them so much they have to ask the guys to help rescue them?

S/O Needing Saved From Super Cuddly Pokemon

FANDOM: Pokemon: SWSH

Character(s): Milo, Piers, Raihan

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): This is such a cute ask! Oh how I wish pokemon to be real just to cuddle them (although legends arceus has been making me not so sure about that xD)

Milo

Can’t help but coo at how adorable you look just being cuddled by your Snorlax. Milo loves his wooloo but Snorlax is stealin’ his heart too.

Happily goes to help you, but does tell you that you looked really cute considering the size difference of Snorlax to you.

I can see Milo loving having Wooloo and Snorlax cuddle sessions with you so him saving you from Snorlax has probably happened a few times by now. Probably has saved you from some Wooloo too.

The most Milo does is compliment and call you adorable. He’d tease a bit, but he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. Just know he’s gonna have that image of you smothered by Snorlax in his mind for a good while.

Piers

Piers is so amused when he sees you being smothered by your Snorlax. Sure he’s a tad worried, but it is just really funny seeing how cuddly the big guy is.

Can’t help snickering when you pout and ask him for help. Would tease you a bit and make a couple jokes about you doing it yourself.

Probably has to get his own pokemon to help pull you away from your Snorlax since apparently you don’t have the pokeball on you. 

Depending on the day, he might just go and lay on top of you and the Snorlax for his own nap. Keep complaining, he’s going to sleep.

Raihan

Nah he’s just going to stand and watch you being smothered by your pokemon for a little bit. Also take some photos. 

I mean you look adorable and you’re being held by a pokemon that loves you that much? He’s gotta post about this.

He will help you after some teasing and once he’s taken some pics. Would make sure you’re alright. He knows Snorlax would never hurt you but its a big pokemon so he wants to double check.

Later he will sit next to you and read almost all the comments left on the photos he posted. Just letting you know how people think you looked adorable too.

939 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#2

Mayhaps hcs with the host club members with a usually very mature and calm s/o (or even platonic idc) but when they talk about something they find interesting they're like a little kid who is really into dinosaurs that will talk your ear off (if you know the vibe). Just so excited to talk about something they enjoy

Calm, Mature S/O Acting Like a Kid When Talking About an Interest

FANDOM: Ouran Highschool Host Club

Character(s): Haruhi Fujioka, Tamaki Suoh, Kyoya Ootori, Hikaru Hitachiin, Kaoru Hitachiin, Mitsukuni Haninozuka, Takashi Morinozuka

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Oh trust me, I know quite a few people that if you get them talking about the right thing then they just become super excited and adorable and I love it. I’ll happily write this for you!!

Haruhi won’t admit it openly, but she finds it to be absolutely adorable when you get really excited and start bouncing around like a little kid. She does the same thing with food so she tries to bring your favorite topic up often just so you can be happy.

Tamaki kind of freezes at first when he watches your whole calm persona drop and then he just squeals because you’re so cute!! Promises you all the things just so you keep acting super cute.

Kyoya is absolutely noting your change in demeanor about the topic. He does find it cute, but he doesn’t say anything. There is an amused look on his face as he just stays quiet and listens to you.

Hikaru has no clue what to do. He is just blushing so badly at how cute you are and he wants to hide because he’s going to implode. Ends up grumbling and making a couple comments about your tangent with the topic. His heart is going to give out with your cuteness.

Kaoru also freezes before some laughter escapes. He’s not laughing at you, the situation is just very cute and so he’s laughing. Will ask you questions along the topic just because he likes how excited you are and wants you to keep talking.

You’re going to get a thousand questions from Honey because now he’s invested in the topic. Yes, he finds you absolutely adorable, and now he wants to know everything about whatever you’re interested in so he can talk about it with you many more times!

Mori just listens to you rant and talk really excitedly. His heart is pounding and he has a blush on his face from your adorableness, but doesn’t say anything because he just wants to listen to you and let you continue to be very cute.

1,550 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

May I request an sdv headcanon on how the bachelors react to their spouse farmer fainting in the mines? You don't have to so them all, I just love your other writings!

S/O Passing Out in the Mines

FANDOM: Stardew Valley

Character(s): Elliot, Harvey, Alex, Sam, Sebastian, Shane

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Aw thank you! I can do them all but they'll each have 1 headcanon (I do multiple headcanons if the amount of characters is 5 or less)!

The Bachelors

Alex is freaking out when he learns that you had passed out in the mine. Literally drops everything to go to the clinic to check up on you. You better be ready for a scolding and how Alex is going to go with you next time to keep you safe.

Elliot is so worried when he heard the news. He is quick to take you back to his house after Harvey lets you go. You are going to be on bedrest as Elliot is feeding you natural foods and making sure that you're alright. Complain all you want, he is taking care of you until he thinks you're fine.

Harvey is the one that found you in the mine. He heard mentions of people not thinking you made it back home so he had to go check. Is in a panic as he quickly gets you to the clinic. Harvey takes a deep breath before calming himself as he gets out medicine and bandages to patch you up. You can expect a bill later and a scolding. Hopefully that convinces you not to stay in the mines too long.

Sam is panicking but doing his best to appeal nonchalant. His best isn’t that great though as he’s just staying by your bedside as you rest up and get better. When you wake up then he’ll ask you if you’re okay and ask that you please not go back into the mines anytime soon because he was really scared.

Sebastian will call you an idiot when you wake up, but he says this because of how terrified he was. He did act nonchalant about it but that ended up going away for him to just be angry/scared instead. Seriously, if he had lost you? Just please be more cautious. Or better yet, don’t stay in the mines so late.

Shane is such a wreck when he hears that you ended up passing out in the mines. He’s probably unable to even go to Harvey’s clinic to see you because he’s too busy trying to calm himself and keep him from having a panic attack at his house. You’re okay, you’re alive. He has to keep reminding himself that. He’s already lost so many people, please don’t go adding yourself to that list.

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