#hades fanfic

[levmada]

I saw your post for Zagreus and would like to request a fluff one shot of Zagreus x reader where he just collapses into his s/o’s arms after failing to escape the underworld yet again and they just comfort him? Thank you!

yesyesyesyes yes thank u!!!!!!! i was looking for an excuse to write him hehe

//blood, gn!reader

You must look odd, Thanatos and you both, side-by-side watching the bloody River Styx lap lazily at the entrance to the House. Like a welcoming committee. It’s always bothered you, the set of several steps that souls must ascend when they arrive. The recently dead.

"I don't want him to succeed or fail necessarily," Thanatos relents in a quiet tone. The goody two shoes as always. "I want him to quit this foolish quest. There is no escape."

You scoff. "Zagreus isn't exactly known for his obedience to Hades, Brother, let alone anyone else. That includes Death." You smile at the irony. "In more ways than one."

"I'm aware," he says dryly. His bright yellowish eyes flicker to you. "Yet I... I can’t help but aid him. You have more faith in him than I.”

“I know.”

“Then I'll leave you to it, Coma.”

Always so impersonal. You roll your eyes. "Death."

You don't know how likely it is, this time versus all the others. Zagreus always exudes the same determined sheen in his eyes on his way out, after a kiss goodbye. You never quit wishing him luck. All the times you can get away it, you meet him in Erebus for a trial to his strength, then a reward... But you couldn't fine the time, this time.

At last, the thick, bloody waters ripple and undulate at the arrival of a powerful soul. That fluffy tuft of dark hair, dark as night, appears first, before the rest of him wades out of the shallow Styx.

You sigh tightly at the dreadful sight of him. “Zagreus.”

“It's you,” he murmurs. He seems even paler than usual—and the blood that clings to certain wounds doesn't help.

To your surprise, he stumbles at the top step. You shoot out to brace his fall when he collapses to his knees, right into your arms.

"Agh," he grunts softly. "As... if I need one more injury. Damn... Damn Theseus."

"Oh, Zag." You throw a glance over your shoulder at the wide hall laid out behind you. Hypnos is sleeping on his seat as usual. No one is looking, much less the shivering, pathetic shades in their cloaks.

He slurs his next words severely, muffled by your neck and its nightly collar adorning it. "I’m used to it. It's... Having someone waiting on me isn’t a bad deal.”

Your heart trembles for Zagreus in his current state. You simply kneel and hold him, stroking underneath his sash, his toned back. The weakness lasts only a little while. Dying is disorienting, normally. Not that he even shows that measure of weakness.

Time passes. Too much time for your comfort.

"I shall help you," you murmur. "It's the least I could do."

Both his arms wearily rise and touch your waist, surprising you with how quick he is to allow help. In a whispered flutter, the faint shift in space, you appear on the wrinkled rug before the foot of his bed and the massive, overstuffed trunk that sits there. As before, you’re embracing on the floor.

"...That's enough shifting time and space for one day, I think," he sighs, already sounding like the usual headstrong, dry-humored Zagreus again. He leans back, and braces himself on one knee to rise back to his feet.

Although wary, you let him be. He drops to a heavy sit on the side of his bed.

"There are other ways to aid you, love," you say warmly. "Speak to me."

He gives you a lazy stare. "Theseus."

You chuckle bitterly.

"Blast…" He touches his regal sash. "It ripped. Again. That’s what I get for—”

“For not wearing armor like not only Achilles, but I advised?”

With a huff, he nudges the frayed silken cloth off his shoulder, until the blood-red sash entirely drops to his lap. He’s left more or less shirtless. What’s left holding the rest of his garb together is the skulls, fashioned into a belt above his waist.

You stare, a little longingly. Across his chest, a heavy gash you hadn’t seen before is now out in the open. “You’re too fashionable, Zag.”

“Something like that… Maybe if I dressed like a shade I could sneak my way past Theseus and his companion, you think?”

With fresh linens in your arms, you approach, and wipe away the blood dutifully. Zagreus is no simple man—no simple shade, either—but that doesn’t mean he has to bleed all over his bed. “I’m sorry. I hear he’s insufferable.”

Not one for conversation anymore, he grunts, and delicately places his crown aside. It’s hues like autumn, shared between himself and Hades. And once upon a time, his mother Persephone. It’s extraordinary to you that he continues to wear it despite him. But then again, if Zagreus cared not for family, he wouldn’t pursue his mother. Again and again and again and…

Less care is taken to sliding down the two golden rings on his arm. When he leans, he wavers precariously for a moment, as if he’s moments from falling on his knees to the floor, but he—and you, your arm slung across his chest—catch him just in time.

His one crimson eye never shines so brilliantly as the green. Both are dull now. The most lively thing about his appearance now is the dull flames seething under his feet, which doesn’t say much at all.

“Sit still,” you say firmly. You should’ve added, and that is final.

You kneel down in front of him, and click free his skeletal belt, followed shortly by the rest of his royal garb. Obediently, he raises his bottom up so you can collect the ruined clothes. Dusa will have them mended in no time.

“I suppose if there’s anyone in this world—or under it…—I’d be willing to obey, it’s you.”

You huff fondly. "The highest of compliments, coming from you."

You ease him onto his back, bundling up the thick duvet and silken sheets around him like a sort of cocoon. You're tempted to tie the ends in a sort of knot, if it meant he'd rest for once. He watches you tend to him through lidded eyes until you toss his moppy black hair off his forehead, and they finally close. He's not even at liberty to complain that you should stay, he was so exhausted.

You lean down and kiss his forehead. Luckily for him, you already planned on it.

#hades fanfic #zagreus x reader #zagreus hades #hades game #hades video game #hades supergiant #zagreus

[ancientpersacom]

I need a Hypnos and Thanatos tragic twins fic where they get into a huge fight with each other about their issues with each other and then in a period of not speaking to each other they reminisce on the times they were practically attached at the hip as godlings and come tell realise their mistakes and reunite and apologise and become closer than ever.

Meanwhile Charon is just watching them like “wow look at these idiots” knowing they’ll make up eventually.

#hades fanfic #hades supergiant #supergiant hades #hades game #hypnos hades #thanatos hades #charon hades #hades hypnos #hades thanatos #hades charon #hades fandom

[taste-of-the-divine]

short comfort fic: reader(m/f/enby) x hades | fluff, morning cuddles, sleepy kisses

Scene: You wake up to him watching you sleep under his covers, but it turns out something is on Zagreus's mind.

No Spoilers (because I haven't finished the game yet lmfao)

For a place in the depths of hell, it's sort of ridiculous to wake up to streaming light. But you do anyway, stirring in the warmth of silk sheets as your eyes crack open to see dimly lit candles placed in the crooks and crannies of the room.

"Morning, sleepyhead," a gravelly voice whispers from behind you. You turn over to see Zagreus' elbows on a pillow as he shifts his weight to accommodate your new position facing him. He holds his chin in the palm of one hand, head tilted to the side as a strand of black hovers on his eyebrow. The trademark curl of his lips linger, but through your sleepy haze it takes a moment before you register that it's somewhat of a frown. "Zagreus?" you call tentatively, voice soft. "Something wrong?"

His shoulders stiffen slightly, eyes drifting to the space on the bed between the two of you. His hand free hand reaches for your fingertips, holding onto just two and running his thumb along your skin.

"Nothing much, don't worry yourself," he offers, giving a kiss to the back of your hand to satiate you. But to his dismay, you press on, shifting to your elbows so that your faces are closer.

His eyes looked wearier than usual, like he hadn't gotten much sleep. You kiss him lightly on the cheek and he lets out a sigh. The tension in his shoulders faded a little, too.

"If you won't tell me, I'll worry more," you whisper into his ear before pulling back and looking at him. He cups your face with his hand, brushing a thumb over your cheekbones before returning his own kiss to the warmth of your forehead. He's silent for a few heartbeats.

Then, he says softly, "What if you wanted to leave?"

Your face scrunches in confusion. "What do you mean? Like, leave you?"

He's hesitant, his cheek twitching for just a second before answering. "Leave here. You might not want to stay in hell with me forever, right?" Zagreus throws his head back in a scoff, before he looks down to his fingers still holding yours. "Of course you wouldn't."

You watch him sit and squirm in his seat on the bed, anticipating your answer. It takes a moment for the underlying message of his words to click for you, but when they do, you decide it's better to respond to those instead. You reach out to brush the strand of hair on his eyebrow, noticing that his eyes lock onto your parted lips while you're doing so. "I will follow you no matter where you are or where you go, Zagreus," you say. "As long as I can wake up to you like this every morning, I wouldn't want it any differently."

Zagreus's eyes widen for a moment before going soft with a look you've seen a million times. The sort that hitches your breath and makes you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place.

"I love you," he whispers so softly into the flesh of your lips, before grabbing your waist and pulling you into his lap to kiss you until you want to breathe nothing but him.

#hades fic #hades #zagreus fic #zagreus #hades supergiant #fanfic #fanfiction #hades fanfic #zagreus x reader #comfort fic #drabble fic #drabble #zagreus drabble

[fenolunddraws]

Watch the Tide Come in

This fanfic on AO3 by @jacqcrisis aka blackjacq was a delight to read. I liked the humour, character building, and the 70's beach town setting. It's definitely a favourite that I'm saving for a rainy day to read again.

There were many moments where the boys were driving in Charon's '73 Lincoln that were really cute, so here they are being flirty and driving through a shower on an otherwise sunny day.

Hope you like it, Jacq

(Also check out their other Charmes fic Show Me How to Dance (Again) - I liked that one too!)

#beach fic #hades the game #charon #hermes #charmes #charon hades #hermes hades #hades game #hades fanfic #hades fanart #Hermes x Charon

[darlingpoppet]

Where The Dead Forget — Chapter 7: Known

Hades Gameverse Memory Loss AU | Achilles/Patroclus | E | Chapters: 7/22 | Words: 71,247 (Ch 7: 10,825 words)

Chapter 7 Summary: Achilles & Patroclus have a second meeting which goes somewhat better than the first. Patroclus is curious, and goes on a fact-finding trip where he sees some familiar faces.

Excerpt:

“A servant of Hades…. He comes all this way, only to return where he belongs after a brief chat… quite curious. Am I really worth the trouble? How is someone like him even given the privilege, I wonder, to simply walk back and forth between realms as he does… who even is he?”

The statue continues to appear thoughtful, pondering this carefully, and does not answer.

Patroclus sighs. “My friend, I must admit as good as you are at keeping secrets, I find it to be rather inadequate in a situation such as this. Dare I say I can find someone else around here with a tongue a bit looser than yours. After all, this realm is hardly lacking in rambling gossipmongers and blowhards… I should have no trouble at all.”

Making up his mind all at once, Patroclus rises. He has not moved from this spot since the last time he stood to watch Achilles’ previous departure. In this place where time is imperceptible, he is uncertain if it has been been thirty minutes, or thirty years, or indeed even thirty hundred years since then. He wonders if his folded legs might feel stiff and sore from disuse—miraculously however, they feel as light and springy as if no time has passed at all.

He takes the staircase down, crossing the bridge over the river, making his way to the gate opposite from the one Achilles passed through. It is a bit irrational perhaps, to worry that they might stumble upon one another again out there, in a realm that already seems alive, and enjoys playing tricks on its inhabitants, shifting its paths and holding familiar spots as well as destinations out of reach. It is this which makes Patroclus wonder with some trepidation if he will be able to find his way back again once leaving. Still, his curiosity has made the imperative of an errand like this too great to ignore, and he allows himself to have faith that he will be able to return.

He turns, and looks up to the statue once more as his hand grips the latch of the gate. It ignores him as it stands there, dignified and imposing—the largest presence in this space.

“Watch things over for me while I’m away, please,” Patroclus calls to it softly before passing through the gateway, the hem of his cloak whispering after him.

Read the rest here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43292178/chapters/137115583

Previous Chapters: 1. Drown | 2. Grief | 3. Grace | 4. Weakness | 5. Together | 6. Guilt

#where the dead forget #patrochilles #hades patrochilles #achilles #patroclus #hades game #hades fanfic #the iliad #tsoa #the song of achilles #my fics #one of my fav chapters to write so far! #I like how this one turned out #the 2nd meeting had me blocked for most of nanowrimo #but the second half I had been dying to write since the beginning #we’re having fun now >:3c

[baejax-the-great]

The opening of a door

Patroclus is uncertain whether Zagreus would bother approaching him after last time. He was very unkind. Zagreus does approach, but with an apprehensive expression on his face. Fair enough. Patroclus deserves that. He sits up straight and says, “Stranger—lad—I wanted to apologize for how I spoke to you last time.”

Zagreus waves his hand in the air as if he doesn’t care about that at all. “I understand, sir. I’ve been prodding at things that clearly cause you pain.”

“Still, I was unkind when you’ve been nothing but generous to me.”

“Well,” Zagreus replies nervously, “Maybe keep that generosity in mind because I kind of have to ask you a favor.”

“Name it.” The words are out before he can think better of them. Patroclus does not think himself capable of doing very much of anything useful right now.

Zagreus takes a deep breath. “It’s Achilles.”

Patroclus nods. He should have expected that Zagreus would still want help defeating him. And despite how little he wants to, Patroclus knows he could get the boy closer to his goal. He starts organizing what he should teach him first, what he should prioritize, when Zagreus clears his throat. “He… He killed Charon.”

That effectively ends his train of thought. “What?”

Read the rest here | Or start from the beginning

#hades game #hades fanfic #patrochilles

[123ghj37hyf6dg]

My Pretty Girl, My Hero. 

Summary: The prince of the underworld comes across a new soul who’s sacrifice in the mortal realm left her with the ability to grant boons of ghostly assistance.

A/N: Hi! Unbetad. New fan of the Hades game here. Thanks for bearing with me and my sparse writing lol. Part one is mostly story building and getting to know the reader!

Part 1 ||

Elysium will always be beautiful. No matter how much time passes or how many heroes come to rest here, there will always be peace and serenity. Although death is the only way of entry, there is no greater honor than to die a hero and earn your place here...is what everyone is told. Sometimes you become a minor god! Others you quietly slip away to live the rest of your life out as a humble soul who has earned their rest.

Ruins overgrown with nature and beautiful fountains provide such beautiful scenery. Butterflies flutter about and calm breezes bring a false sense of familiarity to the mortal world. It brings no real comfort to the prince of the underworld. Not when the taste of the real surface drives his whole being into escaping the clutches of his father. Does the change of scenery excite those around him or give him a moment to rest? Sure. But he knows that there’s more. Sure it was good enough for the souls locked into this plane of the underworld, but not him.

With battered breath and bleeding gums, Zagreus trudges through the different levels flowing through Elysium. He hadn’t reached the stadium yet. “A punch to the face sure takes it out of you doesn’t it?” He found comfort in his dialog as the young god finished off his previous battle. Red and green eyes scanned the grass and dirt for the familiar shine of a boon. What would the prince get this time? Athena? Ares? He hopped Ares seeing Aphrodite gifted him his first boon in the run. They sure knew how to pack a punch together.

“Oh? Looks like we have a new contender.”

Instead of the glaring boon of the god of war or the alluring pink of the god of love, Zagreus spots a female sitting amongst some rubble. A long and chipped sword rested perfectly between her hands as a shield resides on her forearm. Her hands were wrapped in bandages though there were no wounds to treat. A bronze band rests on her forehead with the symbol of two bandaged hands clasping in prayer, almost as though they were praying for help. It seems like she hasn’t noticed the prince yet, the later needing to clear his throat to catch her attention. “Young hero. I mean not to be rude, but your presence here is new. I am Prince Zagreus and I would like to offer my hand out to you in greeting.” Zagreus’ voice didn’t startle the other, her attention now on the male god. It was the fact that he had introduced himself to be the supposed son of Hades, the notorious prince who attempted escape after escape to reach the surface. Ever since y/n had arrived, whispers and retellings of the prince’s previous attempts were shared around. This would be the first time she’s seen him in person.

“My prince, it is but an honor to be in your presence. Please, do not mind me. I am but put here to rest and keep peace. I am at your service if need be.” Politely declining his hand, y/n merely leans down to her knee with a small bow to her head. She knew his words to be true, his signature eyes and wild black hair were enough proof to her.

“Please, no need to be so formal. I promise I’m nothing like my father.” Although Zagreus knew of formalities, he always found them awkward or unnecessary when it was directed to him. He however was more than happy to display them himself. “As for service, I don’t believe there is much you can do..though I do appreciate it. However, I would like to offer you something instead.” Ruffling through his supplies, he pulls out a beautifully decorated golden bottle of Nectar. “I’ve come across heroes like you, and I know that your presence here means you are more than worthy of your title. Please, take this as a welcoming gift.” y/n stood up, sword still in hand as if it were glued there with widened ayes full of curiosity and doubt. “Your highness, although your generosity is appreciated I’m not sure I can offer you much in return-”

“Nonsense. Here. Take it.” His pinkish grey skinned hands gently pressed the bottle of deliciousness into her only open one. Even if this gift was somewhat intended to see what abilities and intentions this new hero had, he was not any way lessened by gifting such a prize. He could work on his bond with Demeter next time.

Y/n on the other hand blinked repeatedly at the action, almost gawking between the prince and the gift. “I...thank you. This gift and kindness will not be forgotten.” Taking a closer look at the bottle, her thumb rubbed up against the cool touch of the glass bottle. Her (h/c) hair just slipping past her headband before she places the bottle behind her to tuck the strands away behind.

It was Zagreus’ turn to blink away. Such a small act from the hero tickled his mind. ‘How pretty’ he easily thinks. “Like I said, don’t worry about it- oh. I haven’t gotten your name yet. How rude of me. I can’t address you properly if I don’t know your name hero.” As quickly as y/n admired the gift, she turned back to properly greet the prince once more. “That is my fault, I had failed to give you my name. I am y/n.” Her voice was quite, but held a soft note that sung in his ears.

‘Y/n? Not quite familiar...if I don’t make it out of the run I might as well give her name a look up. I’m sure it’ll be written out somewhere is that mess of a library.’

“Perfect. Thank you y/n for your time. May you enjoy your gift. I’m sure you’re aware of my current goal. My next stop is the stadium.” Even if time was infinite for him, Zagreus wanted to waste none of it. Not when he felt a small sense of dread that if he didn’t finish this quick enough he’d lessen his chance of success.

“But of course. I wish you luck.” Why did hearing those words from her invigorate him just the tiniest bit? Maybe it was because he knew the hero was free and not compelled to say such things? Who knows. It was still nice to hear.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll see you again if I fall short on my journey.”

“If you do my prince, I will be here waiting with a gift I hope you will find worthy of your time.”

With a quick goodbye, the prince parted ways with the hero and mentally prepared to face his next challenge. Theseus and Asterius.

As quickly as Zagreus had said goodbye, he struggled and eventually succumbed to death at the hands of the unpleasant hero and Minotaur. If anything, he felt more guilt killing Asterius than what he thought was the overly zealous Theseus. “Damn, long range really sneaks up and chips at your health. I’ll have to ask Achilles what he thinks about the fight.” Shaking his head like a dog would after a bath, blood red water from the River Styx flew from his mane before he pattered through the halls of his home. He greeted its staff, ignored his father, then finally discussed his last attempt with his mentor.

“Y/n? I believe she’s after my time I’m afraid. Though her symbol seems familiar. I’m sure you could look her up seeing your father knows of every soul under his domain.” The blond and old humbled hero could only scratch his chin in thought, eventually bowing when it was time to end their training session. “Please be mindful, your fathers patience grows thinner with every attempt at escape.” Is all Zagreus hears before the door to his bedroom is shut.

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Y/n L/n. Eldest daughter of her noble family. She took the place of where an eldest son should go. She trained in combat while studying like a woman of her status should. She was beat and ridiculed for how she tried to maintain her position as heir to the head of her home and people. When time came, she was a fair and just leader. She developed a council to create fair judgement and leadership among the people. She developed strategies to protect her vulnerable people from the sea, creating underground tunnels to provide quick escape to the mountains if need be. She gave up her title to live closer to her people, to personally train their soldiers and practice her faith away from scrutinizing eyes. Y/n lead rebellions that reclaimed stolen land and farming. She nurtured the flame of passion in peoples hearts to take back their honor and history.

Judgement came for her and her people. Her family is murdered with her home taken over by foreign military. They kill and eradicate history and the new government that started to grow. Quietly y/n and her people would leave marks and fight in the night. Motivate each other to not lose faith for the gods always have a plan. Quietly did she help her priestess and her people’s children escape with the elders to preserve their history. Loudly at sunrise did she challenge the oppressors screaming “I am your nightmare! I am the living blood you thought you sliced away in the night like cowards! Face me! Face my people and die a worthy death for you no longer have the right to be given peace.”

Seven days and seven nights did her and her people fight. They knew they would never be able to return home. So slowly did they burn their farms down, slowly did they destroy their home and slaughter their animals. Slowly did they isolate the enemy until they were as weak and famished as their hungriest and sickest soldier. Y/n and her people prayed to the gods for forgiveness and guidance on their last night. They knew death was coming, the prayer was for hope that they could bring the enemy down with them.

With careful plans and feigning defeat, she let the enemy believe that her people’s end was near. She exposed the tunnels as a way of her people planning to escape yet again. This time however, they would be the death of her, her loyal soldiers and the rest of the barbarians who took her life away.

They chased her soldiers through the tunnels, getting lost at all the turns. She isolates their leader and kills him in the darkness. Their death shall have no glory and no revenge. Y/n lays the body down and offers a prayer for them to rest, even if it’s in a place of torture.

Her final call, y/n and her soldiers collapse the tunnels and light them aflame. Everyone screams in agony together arm in arm. In the end, everyone is a soldier in the war of life. To be a hero and a leader is a life of sacrifice.

—

Just like how the hero said she would wait, she was there. Zagreus was careful in preserving his health to face the stadium with better success and eventually hope to be presentable enough to see y/n. Her life story played through the princes mind over and over again like a child who hears their favorite tale for the first time. He discussed her sacrifices to his mentor and Achilles could not only relate but even empathize with how she could have felt.

“An honor to see you again Prince Zagreus. May your journey this time be filled with satisfaction and success.” Her melodic voice floated through his ears, his heart thumping as quickly as he turned to face the female again. “The same to you y/n. I hope your time here has treated you well.”

“Your father has monsters assigned to fight you to prevent you from reaching the surface.I protect the shades from unwanted circumstances. Please be careful and mindful of your people.”

“I’ll do my best to be better of it, thank you for your work and service even after death. Your soul should rest yet you still sacrifice yourself to this day.” Y/n advice made sense seeing how she cared for her people even during her death.

The hero stays silent, finally facing Zagreus before she steps up to stand in front of him. “Death no longer has a hold on me your highness, only fate.” Her palm lays stretched out between them with a glowing bronze boon. It’s symbol matching the one on her forehead.

With a silent thanks, he accepts the boon and feels his body shiver with new energy as it’s unlike the ones he’s accepted before. When the black haired god faces the stadium again, he fights and remembers what his mentor teaches him. He calls upon the powers the Olympian gods bestow him. He defeats Asterius again until all that left between him and the gate out is Theseus.

As if Zagreus can feel y/n‘s hands on his own with her lips touching the shell of his ear to whisper a hymn, he summons her boon and flashes of bronze spectral soldiers surround him and wait for his command. They follow his steps and fight Theseus as if they had all trained together their whole life. When the hero falls and the stadium erupts with cheer, he watches in slight horror as all the soldiers scream and burn away to nothing. He quickly follows with his own grunt of agony as his health diminishes by small amount with his skin feeling like he took a swim in the lava pits. The Hero’s Boon of Burning Sacrifice.

Leaving the arena leaves Zagreus amazed and conflicted. To bestow a god a boon so powerful yet dangerous leaves little to the thought and imagination. What other abilities does someone who was previously human hold?

Instead of searching out his usual boons and gods, he looks for Y/n’s. He learns how he can manipulate the soldiers to either grow in numbers or strengthen the few. No matter what route he took with the boon, they all ended in fiery agony before disappearing into the depths of the godly plains. Maybe he tries combinations over and over again to see if anything changes...it doesn’t. ‘Something about not death..but fate having a hold on her. How tragic.’ His thoughts wander.

Even with this new boon he eventually succumbs to death again. Instead of grunts of annoyance and a quick retreat from the river, Zagreus almost trudges his way out letting the red liquid soak through his hair longer than usual. Why did this mortal hero plague his thoughts? Sure she was pretty, but pretty isn’t enough. There’s more, and he wants to know it. He was to analyze it and rip it apart with his bare hands.

“What am I to do with you pretty girl.” Zagreus mumbles to himself as he locked himself into his room again.

Time is strange in the underworld, but it would have felt like what one would think is months before the young god sees y/n face to face again....this time for different reasons.

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Thanks for reading! Please feel free to comment! （＾ν＾）

#hades #zagreus #zagreus x reader #Zagreus fanfic #hades fanfic #hades game #zagreus x y/n

[pepsiiwho]

Hypnos blinks back sleep as he lays with Melinoe, yawning as the weight behind his eyelids feels different this time.

Or; Their final night together.

It's just so hard now guys It's just so dark and scary

#the funnies #hades game #hades supergiant #hades 2 #hades hypnos #hades fanfic #hades melinoe

[zyrafowe-sny]

Make me (Jagodzianka) write or beta!

Because I couldn't resist a multi-fandom event that supports progressive causes, I signed up for Fandom Trumps Hate this year. You can browse all the listings here. Basically, you bid on fanwork, and donate the money to one of these charities.

I have two offerings with bids starting at $5:

Do you have an idea for a short Nimona, The Owl House, or Hades fanfic that you want to make me write? I can write a fic (or multiple drabbles) under 5k, rated M or lower. You can find me on AO3 here.

Do you want a beta for spelling, punctuation, grammar, and clarity? I can beta read a fic up to 10k words and am open to beta-ing fandom blind. If I am familiar with the fandom, I can weigh in on things like characterization.

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[love-domme]

omg would you ever do a zagreus ff🫢

Hi! Thanks for the request! This works out perfectly cause I was already working on one for him in honor of the new Hades game that’s coming out. You didn’t specify anything so I took some creative liberties. Hades makes a little appearance in it cause why not.

Hope you enjoy!

Like Father Like Son

Pairing: Zagreus X fem/gn dom!reader

Warnings: Mention of Strap, Fingering(m receiving), Dacryphilia, Begging, Slight Feminization(pet name princess), Degradation, Smut, Slight Cumplay, D/S, Mentions of aftercare but not explicitly stated

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“You don’t want your father to hear us do you?” You say through a wicked smile as you thrust deeper and deeper into Zagreus’ tight hole. His moans growing louder with each thrust, drool falling from his open mouth

Shuffling could be heard outside of your room, most likely Hades finishing some paper work before going to bed, unaware that the son he so desperately wanted found was mere inches away getting dicked down by his trusted right hand.

“H-Harder…please…..pl-harder…” Zagreus whisper shouts from under you. Whimpers falling from his lips. “You know if I go harder he’ll hear you being a slut, my slut.” You say slowing your thrusts while moving his legs up and onto your shoulders.

He groans as he wraps his legs around you pushing you deeper inside. “Please please please…..I don’t care if he hears, please fuck me harder” each word followed by an attempt at pushing himself further down on to your strap.

You smirked before leaning down until you’re right next to his ear and growl “Sounds to me like you want him to hear you, princess. Want him to hear you acting like a whore don’t you? Being my bitch.”

His dick twitched as his moans grew louder, eyes rolling back as your words sent him closer over the edge.

“Answer me slut.” You say, pulling away. His legs squeezing you harder as he babbles incoherently “Yes yes please, pleeease!! Please just fuck me harder….faster please!”

You plant a kiss on his forehead. Quickly pushing against his legs to pull completely out, his hole gaping and twitching from the emptiness, before ramming back inside of him.

His scream is closely followed by his whimpers and moans filling the room as you thrust at an alarming rate. His head falling back as he shouts your name repeatedly. Clutching at anything he can find to ground himself. The pleasure causing tears to trickle down his face as you mark and bite his neck.

“Mmmm I’m close! So close…. please can I cum…let me cum please!!”

“Cum for me princess, let him hear how good you feel” With one more deep thrust hitting him in just the right place, he finishes all over his chest and stomach, silent thank yous leaving his lips before passing out on the bed. You gently pull out and cover him in a blanket before walking out of the room in search for something to clean him with.

As you pass Hades’ office you hear noises from within. You move closer, listening in to what sounded like moans followed closely by your name. Your curiosity gets the best of you and when you push the door open you are met with quite the show. Hades, on his throne, legs spread, head thrown back in pleasure as his fingers tortured his hole. Whispers of your name could be heard amidst the moans as his hand wrapped around his own neck, squeezing.

“Liked what you heard huh?” You say through a laugh. Hade’s eyes snap forward as he sees you standing at the door, staring at him. Not stopping his actions but rather going faster as his eyes grew half-lidded.

“Please…..please touch me…” he moans. Your eyes light up.

“Hmmm how pitiful, a god of your status begging someone like me to touch you, what a slut you are Hades, like father like son I suppose” His eyes cross as your degrading pushes him over the edge, his desk quickly coated in cum as he moans your name.

You smile as you make your way over to him. Your hand quickly replacing his around his throat while you swipe some of his cum from the desk with your other hand and place it into his mouth. He sucks on your fingers obediently, sucking them clean as you pull them out.

“So good with that mouth of yours, we should meet up later and I’ll fuck you properly. Gotta finish up with your son first though.” You say with an innocent smile before heading out of the room.

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[freezebobs]

I illustrated a scene from the fic "Undying Bond" written by the fantastic @ the__pleiades on AO3/twitter!!!🥺💗💗💗 (contains spoilers for the ending if you haven't read it yet & plan to!!)

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[worldscheeriestemo]

I had a dream that I wrote a Zagreus x Thanatos fanfic.

So anyway, guess who’s been playing Hades again.

#hades game #hades supergiant #hades #fanfic #fanfiction #hades fanfic #hades fandom #zagreus #thanatos #zagreus thanatos #zagreus x thanatos #zagreusxthanatos #Gay #gay writing #queer #gay shit

[abysmal83]

If You Fell Any Harder Masterlist

Summary: Thanatos must search for a wretched human causing trouble in the underworld. He loses something important to him.

I’m not really sure how much I want to write for this, as it is my first work, but I‘m looking forward to many chapters!

CW: language, death, eventual smut

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

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[lemonmangosorbet]

We Started in the Strangest Way - Chapter 8

Summary:

And like the previous morning, Hermes suddenly remembered his bed partner and froze, scared that any tiny movement might disturb the sleeping man next to him.

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Read more on AO3 HERE

Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

Check out the new blog specific to this AU!

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[keicordelle]

I promised myself I wasn’t going to write Hades fic right now, but then I stumbled onto @magusculpa‘s comic Ease Off and I couldn’t help myself. That Zagchilles kiss scene awakened something in me, and I absolutely love the flashes of Patroclus in the background. It’s so beautiful and emotional it just scrambles my brain 😭

The Zagchilles kiss that flowed from my pen is a little bit angstier, but I hope it will be a worthy homage anyway. I’ll likely post this on Ao3 later, but for now...

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POV Achilles

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Risk it all, huh? Zagreus leaned in, his grip tentative in my chlamys, fearful fingers curled in the loose fabric. Fearful of rejection, perhaps. That I would push him away and refuse him. That I would not return his feelings. That after this, nothing would ever be the same between us.

Fear is for the weak. A lesson repeated in perpetuum, and one the student had learned better than his teacher. For all the nervous tremble to his lashes, there was no hesitation as Zagreus leaned in and claimed my lips for his own. He moved slowly, granting me ample time to pull away, but I did nothing, standing frozen beneath the motion of those lips on mine.

They were soft. Gods, how they were soft. I'd almost forgotten the feel of another's mouth against my own: the warmth of another's lips on mine, the moist brush along the seam of my mouth, the heat of a body bleeding through my clothes as he pressed closer. He tilted his head further, so utterly gentle as his lips moved on mine, exploring, seeking something that I was not sure I could give. His face was so serene, so impossibly hopeful, his mismatched eyes closed against the world so that naught but he and I remained and-- Why was I watching him? This isn't right, this isn't how it's supposed to--

Hesitation had crept into Zagreus's kiss, his lips faltering against mine and the barest furrow marring his brow. My unbeating heart seemed to pound in my chest and bubble up my throat, the rush of blood through my ears more memory than reality. But this kiss, this kiss was real, and if I didn't act soon, Zagreus was going to pull away before I'd resolved what to make of that.

Close your eyes, if it makes it easier...

My eyes drifted closed, shutting out everything but his kiss, until naught remained in all the underworld but the feeling of his lips on mine and his shaky breath against my skin. All at once, it was easier. It was a simple thing to melt into his touch, to wrap him in an embrace and cup the back of his head in my hand. My lips parted beneath his, allowing him in to explore, and his tongue brushed haltingly against mine.

His touch was tender, the tentative first flutter of a butterfly's wings. A quiet sigh of relief slipped from him, tension leeching from the tight muscles of his back as I pulled him against me, giving in to the power of that kiss. So long. It had been so long since I'd held him like this, fingers curling in his thick dark locks and my tongue twined with his. I tilted my head to get a better angle, passion arcing like lightning down nerves dulled by disuse. I deepened the kiss, mouthing greedily at him, tongues clashing and my nose crushed into the warmth of his cheek so I could breathe deeply of his familiar....

He smelled of pomegranates and flame and the faint tang of iron. Tears pricked in the back of my nose as I clung to the memory of a different scent. Of sea foam and salt, and of the oil he used to use on his armor. Of sunbeams on his skin, and the musty tang of sweat after a long day spent fighting at each other's sides. Of blood and ash as my lips closed over cold flesh. No. No. Not that last. Anything but that.

His kiss was nothing like Patroclus's. Zagreus was gentle. His lips melded to mine and yielded to me. He did not fight me as I claimed his mouth with my own, surrendering easily and giving himself over to my lead. Every kiss with Patroclus had been a battle, twin flames of passion rising to war in a clash of lips and tongues and teeth until our lungs burned with the need for air and our hearts burned with the need for each other. Even our moments of tenderness had been intense, my whole body seeming aflame with the strength of my love for him. If Patroclus's kiss had been a tempest over the churning mists of the wine dark sea, Zagreus's was the gentle lap of waves upon the shore, carrying with it a serenity that was as unfamiliar as it was comforting.

In life I had burned hot, passion and love and anger a searing heat even in moments of peace. Perhaps the flames of Hades could reforge me into a gentler man, capable of the sort of soft affection that suffused Zagreus's kiss. Perhaps it already had.

If only I could kiss Patroclus like this now. Free from the burdens and folly of life, with the gentle wisdom that only death can bring. He deserves tenderness and sweet kisses and the soothing brush of sweet lips upon his skin.

He deserved better. Better than I had offered him in life. Better than I could offer him in death. Better... Would that I could lay him down upon the rolling fields of Elysium and love him properly. I'd press my lips against his brow, his cheeks, the tip of his nose and the delicate backs of his eyelids. I would cover every inch of his flesh with my worship, and only then would I dare to brush his lips with my own, gently and cautiously. Zagreus's kiss, passed through my lips to his. It seemed the lad still had a great deal to teach me, if I was willing to let him. If I was willing to risk it all. To forgive myself for my past mistakes and permit myself the cruelty of hope. To set aside my fears and embrace an eternity spent not in mourning but in love. Fear is for the weak. Fear is for the weak. Fear is for the weak.

-- And I but a lowly ant beneath its heel.  

Wetness spilled like blood drops down my cheek to slip between our lips and bloom salt over my tongue. Zagreus jolted in my grasp, his eyes flying open as he pulled back. "Achilles? Are you... Is everything alright?"

My hands fell from him as my own eyes drifted open slower, reality settling itself back upon my shoulders like Atlas's burden. "I'm alright, lad. Just lost to memories better left to the mists of time."

"I-- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-- Well, I did, but..." His hands slipped from my shoulders to hang lamely at his sides, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he shifted uncertainly, unsure what to do.

Part of me wanted to comfort him, wanted to assure him that he had done no wrong and that I did not fault him for his affections. The rest of me ached like an old scab torn open, and when I opened my mouth, what came out was not the placid reassurances that I'd intended but, "You should go, lad. Leave this old shade to his ghosts. For now, at least."

Zagreus hesitated. He started to reach for me, but when I stepped back out of his grasp he let his arm drop to his side, resignation in the set of his eyes and the wilted laurels about his crown. "Alright. I... I'm sorry, sir." He turned away, the echo of his bare feet on the tile seeming painfully final as he left me to my sorrow.

Risk it all, he'd said. But what were you supposed to do once you'd gambled and lost?

#hades game #zagchilles #patrochilles #zagreus #achilles #patroclus #hades fanfic #my writing #I always feel super awkward tagging the people who've inspired my fics #so I hope this is okay #~K

[darlingpoppet]

See No ****, Hear No ****

Achilles/Patroclus, Achilles & Patroclus/Nameless Exalted Shades | E | PWP | Rope Bondage | Sensory Deprivation | Voyeurism | 6k

Summary:

One deprived of sight, the other deprived of hearing — Achilles and Patroclus are still able to revel in the ecstasy of one another.

Each chapter is the same scene from each point of view, experienced very differently.

This fic was written for a gift exchange event organized by the Hades Lounge Discord (@thehadeslounge), as a gift for the amazing Hound, who I was so honored to write for <3

The inspiration for this one hit me like a lightning bolt in the middle of the night one night when I couldn’t sleep. Just the whole, “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world” from TSOA taken to the horniest extreme possible, LMAO. I had a genuine blast writing this one from start to finish so I hope all of you enjoy it too <3

Excerpt:

At first, it is like the moment he died. A dark abyss, the absence of thought.

There is feeling in the darkness however, coming into relief gradually—his limbs sing with the ache from a pleasure-laced bite of a rope, holding him up like the long, weaving sinews that tether the immortal soul to a mortal life. His arms, he finds with a flex of his muscles, are bound tightly behind his back. The bindings weave down from his neck and chest, down to his hips; and then further below, where his calf hugs against the corded flesh of his upper thigh. He feels as if he is kneeling upright upon a cloud, suspended in the air. He struggles against the rope with an experimental fussing—the weight of his dangling body sways slightly from the momentum it creates.

His blood begins to stir at the feeling of such helplessness. But there is also something else he would like to assess.

“Patroclus,” Achilles calls out into the void.

There is no answer. Ah.

“Patroclus!” He calls out again. He remains calm in spite of the silence, quickly banishing away the thought that he will not be able to find him amongst this isolation.

And then.

“Achilles… are you calling for me? I am here.”

The inflection of Patroclus’ voice is strange—slow and stilted and deliberate, as if he were relearning how to speak. It is also overly loud, despite the fact that Achilles can tell from the position of the sound vibrating in Patroclus’ throat that he is, in fact, quite near.

Achilles finds that the rest of his senses are sharper while deprived of his sight. He realizes he can feel the warmth of Patroclus’ whole soul emanating from him. He can hear the subtle, quickened catch of his ghostly breaths. He is musky and hot, and the smell of his arousal is sweet and sharp in Achilles’ nose.

“There you are, love,” Achilles says gently. “I hope you are doing alright.” Once again, he does not receive an answer, but Achilles had expected it this time, and does not worry. He knows that he cannot be heard.

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