#i wanted to use the version of cerberus that had a LOT of heads

[musicloverxoxo7]

Professor Kim’s Teaching assistant

Professor!Namjoon   x   fem!reader

Summary: You feel drawn to the new professor like to nobody else. Does he reciprocate that feeling? How far will you take it?

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, age difference (reader is Master student, so ca 5 years), hand job, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, y/n has mild dom tendencies, tied up hands, nipple play

Wordcount: ca. 3300 words

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

“I want to use the last 5 minutes to discuss the topic that will occupy next lesson. Greek mythology in Harry Potter.”

When this new course opened the previous semester, you’d been dying to get a space. Which you finally did the second time around. But now that you’re sitting in Professor Kim’s course, you are bored. Either you know too much about literature or your minds are too alike. You already know almost all the stuff he talks about, while everyone else is in awe at his creative angles.

You raise your hand. Professor Kim looks around. Since none of the other 15 students want to say anything, he gets back to you with a sigh.

“Go ahead, Ms y/l/n.”

It’s almost always a conversation between just the two of you. It has been like that the entire semester.

“For one, there are all the beasts and magical creatures that J.K. Rowling involved in her magical universe. Things like the chimera, centaurs, Cerberus. Aside from that we also have characters in the book named after actual mythological beings, not just Greek, but also Roman.”

“That is correct. Could you give an example? Greek or Roman.”

“Take Remus Lupin for example. Roman legends say that Romulus and Remus were twins that were tasked with building a city. The short version is that Romulus got to build it and named it after himself, of course. Mythology says that they were raised by a she-wolf. I consider this fact of importance, since Remus Lupin is a werewolf.”

“Accurate. Everyone, until next week, if you haven’t done so yet, please read Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s stone. Ms y/l/n, my office, please.”

You file out of the classroom with the other students and head to Professor Kim’s office. You have no idea why he’d want to talk to you. He’s never asked you to his office before.

Professor Kim appears a minute after you, his glasses askew and his hair a slight mess. Same as usual.

You smile just a tiny bit. You’d definitely straighten out those glasses. But you’d definitely leave the messy hair be.

“Please, Ms y/l/n, come in. Would you like something to drink? I have tea, coffee or water.”

You sit down at the corner of his desk as he makes himself a cup of coffee.

“I’m good, thank you. Why am I here?”

He waits until the coffee machine is done, then leans against the cupboard on which it stands. His pecks are on display like that, and you give yourself a second to admire them.

“I want to discuss your future. You are exceptional in the field I teach.”

“I just like reading a lot and finding out what could have been behind it.”

You shrug your shoulders.

“Have you considered doing a PhD and becoming a professor?”

“Maybe.”  

“You don’t have to share with me, y/n, if you don’t want to. I merely wanted to offer you my assistance, in case you’d like it.”

Maybe it is because he’s trying so hard. Maybe because this is the first time he has called you by your first name.

“I did consider it for a while. But I had a professor last semester who said they’d do whatever it takes so I don’t get in anywhere as a PhD student.”

“What?”

Professor Kim moves so abruptly that he spills coffee all over his chest. Thanks to your long talk it’s only warm anymore, but he still curses. He puts the cup aside. It gives you a full frontal of his chest, including dark nipples that strain against the fabric.

You jump into action helping him clean up, because otherwise you might do something stupid. Something stupid like burying your face in his chest.

“Take it off.”

“It’s beyond saving. I never get coffee out.”

“Take it off. I’ll do it.”

He doesn’t even turn away to unbutton the shirt. When he tugs the rest of the shirt out of his pants to get the last 2 buttons, you have to cling to your composure very tightly. He hands you the shirt and you put it in the tiny sink in his office.

With the cold water and the immediacy of your reaction, the stain is out in next to no time.

“Et voila.”

You hold up the dripping shirt. No stain left on the light blue fabric. Your smile wavers when you see that Professor Kim is still standing there shirtless. His caramel skin looks like it is supposed to be savored slowly and explored extensively.

“Was it Lim?”

“Huh?”

“Did Professor Lim tell you those terrible things?”

“Oh, well…”

“Y/n!”

“Okay, yes, he did.”

Professor Kim sighs deeply. He straightens out his glasses and walks over to his desk.

“He hates women that are smarter than him. Especially if they are also beautiful. He’s an insecure pig. Time for some measures.”

“What? No!”

You are at the desk with 2 quick steps, your hand on Professor Kim’s upper arm. He looks up slowly from what he was writing, his eyes not focused on your hand but on your eyes.

“Y/n, if you want to go to university for a PhD, I will help you.”

“Okay, then help me. But please, let’s try to keep Professor Lim out of this for as long as possible. He won’t be able to do anything if he finds out last minute.”

Professor Kim straightens up and you finally let go of his arm. You’re a little sad, because it felt very nice. Strong and warm.

“How about you become my TA in the meantime, for your last semester here? That way we would have a valid excuse for spending some time together. Time we will mostly spend on prepping you for that PhD and the application process.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Professor Kim looks at his shirt in your arm and then his naked torso.

“I forgot I wasn’t wearing a shirt. Sorry about that.”

He grabs a jacket from a stand in the corner and buttons it up. This way, he is mostly covered up again. What a shame. You’d grown used to seeing him shirtless by now.

“And one more thing, y/n.”

“What?”

“Please call me Namjoon. Teaching assistants and their professors are almost always on first name terms.”

You hand him back the moist shirt.

“Got it. The shirt should be fine now. But please give it a wash in the washing machine as well.”

“Thank you for your help. I’ll remember that for next time.”

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As it turns out, Professor Kim – no, Namjoon – spills something quite regularly. No matter how elegant he looks, he can be quite clumsy. The following week you end up washing coke out of his shirt. The week after hot cocoa. You end up almost getting too comfortable with seeing him shirtless.

Being a TA is turning out to be quite fun and not all that much work, since Namjoon does not hold that many courses this semester.

The day comes when you get accepted into 3 different PhD programs at very prestigious universities. They are out of Professor Lim’s league, so he doesn’t dare mess with you. And finally, your graduation day arrives.

After a beautiful graduation ceremony, you have dinner with your mom and granny. Granny urges you to get married and mom wants you to finally start working full-time. They both talk way too much about your brother and sister and their little families.

Afterwards, you are in dire need of a drink. You end up in a poorly lit bar two houses down from the restaurant. Surprisingly, it smells like peppermint and lime in there. You sit down at the bar and order your favorite drink.

“Long day?”

Namjoon turns to you. You sat down on his right side without even noticing him there. You notice that the top 3 buttons of his shirt are open, and the sleeves pushed upwards. Your mind wants to go in some dirty directions, but you don’t let it.

Thankfully, the bartender puts down the drink in front of you right that moment.

“Kind of. Beautiful, but also laden. Like a landmine.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“Sounds like family.”

Namjoon snorts into his drink.

“No matter how much I love my family, I understand what you mean. What did they say to you getting into the 3 best universities in the country?”

“Haven’t told them. They’d be livid that I haven’t gotten married or taken a full time, highly paid positions somewhere yet.”

“You’ll probably have to tell them sometime.”

“Yeah, sometime. I only see them once or twice a year and that’s soon enough for me.”

You let out a long, heavy sigh.

“You want to sit down in an alcove?”

“Sure.”

You move to an empty one with your drinks. The lighting is different here. Warmer, sexier. Namjoon’s dimples look like they want to pull you closer to him. You have a hard time resisting.

“Now that I’m no longer your professor, I’d still like to at least stay friends with you.”

“Of course. It’s thanks to you that I got to this point.”

“Not really. I only guided you a little. But thanks to you I now know how to clean almost all stains out of my shirts.”

You smile. That is true.

“I didn’t mind.”

You don’t because you find his clumsiness endearing. And also, because you got to see him shirtless on a weekly basis. Which was worth the effort.

Namjoon smiles. And something in that smile tells you that he knows.

You fidget a little. Since the nook is small and the bench short, your arm touches his in the process. You withdraw your arm and sit still again.

“I will miss having you around nearly every day. Of course, you were a great help, but mostly your presence is very stimulating to my mind.”

“Well, you wanted to be friends, so we will still get to see each other.”

“Of course. But that won’t be the same, will it?”

“I suppose not.”

Namjoon takes another sip of beer. When he leans back again, his cheeks are a faint strawberry color. You keep your eyes on him. He doesn’t look at you, though, but far into the distance.

“I am a very clumsy person. Which you know.”

“Yes.”

“I do spill drinks on myself quite regularly.”

“I know.”

“But maybe not quite so often. More like once or twice a month.”

“What are you saying?”

You’re still looking at him and he finally meets your eyes.

“I wanted to be close to you. The way you looked at my chest whenever I took of my shirt... I hoped you’d make a move on me someday.”

“Wait what?”

“Ridiculous, I know. You have marvelous self-restraint. And perhaps you only enjoy pecks in general, not specifically me as a person.”

His eyes are honest, with a hint of vulnerability. You hold his gaze for a few moments, then your eyes move down to his pecks. His shirt today is just the right amount of tight. But the fabric is midnight blue, so you cannot see through it.

You bite your bottom lip. You do like Namjoon as a person.

“I do like pecks. But yours are particularly… delectable.”

You slowly look up at him again. His dimples are showing. You move your hand up and gently poke one of his dimples with your finger. When you withdraw your hand again, Namjoon catches it and blows a kiss on your fingertip.

Butterflies flutter through your stomach. You move a little closer and put your hand on his thigh. He does not object. When you stroke up and down his thigh, his breathing becomes a little labored.

Encouraged by your bold movements, Namjoon leans forward and touches his lips to yours. You deepen the kiss. He tastes like peppermint and beer.

You break apart after what could have been seconds or hours.

“Would you like to disappear from here? My apartment is just down the road. If you aren’t ready, though, we can postpone that.”

You take him by the hand and pull him out of the alcove. Thank goodness the drinks are already paid for.

The warm summer air outside caresses your legs and arms. Namjoon takes your hand and guides you to his place. On the way you talk about books, as usual.

Only once the door to his apartment closes behind him do things change again. You’ve barely taken off your shoes when Namjoon grabs your waist and pulls you against him. This kiss is much less restrained and civil than the one in the bar.

You melt into him, your hands on his firm pecks. You run your hands over them, making sure to also caress his nipples gently. Every time you give them a twist, his breath catches. Finally, you can’t take it anymore and unbutton his shirt. He does not stop you.

Once you have peeled the shirt off him, you let your hands roam over his entire upper body. He gives you time to explore while keeping his hands at your waist.

When you break apart for a breather, Namjoon smiles.

“This kind of curiosity will bring you far anywhere, y/n.”

You giggle. Even in a situation like this, he can’t help but think of work and books.

“I hope it can also bring me as far as your bedroom.”

“If that is where you want to be, definitely.”

He walks to the bedroom door and pushes it open. You walk inside past him and turn on the light. There are beautiful paintings on the wall. The bed isn’t made, but overall, the room is very clean and organized.

You turn back to Namjoon.

“I love the interior design. I want a painting tour later on.”

“Whatever you wish, y/n.”

You put your hands on his belt buckle and open it.

“IF there is anything you don’t like, tell me to stop. Ditto for if it’s too much.”

“Who is the teacher here?”

You smirk up at him.

“Tonight, I think it’s me. But I’m always willing to switch roles.”

You pull the belt out of his pants.

“Lie down.”

He does.

“Put up your hands.”

He follows your instructions again. You tie his hands to the head of the bed with his belt.

“I’ll untie you whenever you want. Just say the word.”

“Got it. But I’m feeling pretty comfortable right now.”

You unzip your dress and drop it on the floor before crawling on the bed. Namjoon lies stretched out, the muscles in his arms and torso prominent. You sit down on his lower belly and give him a kiss.

“This could take a while.”

And it does. You start with feathery kisses on his dimples and then move down his neck. You are very tempted to leave marks there, but that wouldn’t be good for a professor who has to teach his students tomorrow.

So instead, you suck a mark into his bulging upper arm. You gently scratch your teeth over the inside of his forearm. That has goosebumps running over his arms. You bite down on the inside of his palm.

By then you’ve teased enough and move down to his chest. His gorgeous chest. Finally, you get to touch and savor. You place sloppy kisses all over his pecks. Namjoon watches you with hooded eyes. When you run your lips over his nipples, his eyes cross. You do it again and add a little tongue. He huffs out a breath.

You keep up the ministrations for another minute or two until you move down his stomach. You leave tiny bites there, which has his stomach muscles contracting like crazy.

You unzip his slacks.

“Hips up.”

He does and you pull the slacks and underwear down. As you already felt earlier, he is fully erected. You run your hand up the shaft and pay special attention to the frenulum. Namjoon takes a shuddering breath. Your thumb draws a circle around his slit.

“Baby, stop torturing me.”

“Are you in pain?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Namjoon sighs.

“Goodness, no.”

“Then stop complaining or I’ll gag you next.”

You smile up at him.

Then you lower your head and repeat the circular motion around his slit with your tongue. His moan is a true turn on. You ditch your panties, slip your hand between your legs and start playing with your clit, while you keep working him with your tongue and mouth.

It doesn’t take long until you have him at the brink of desperation. And ecstasy.

You raise your head and let go of him. His eyes linger on your other hand, which is between your legs.

“May I do that too, tonight?”

“Definitely. But later.”

You crawl back up to the headboard and untie him. He lowers his arms and presses you against his body. The close body contact feels heavenly.

Namjoon undoes your bra. You sit up and throw it aside. Then you lay down on him again, rubbing your nipples against his chest. It feels like heaven. Until you’re so sensitive you have to stop.

You kiss the tip of his nose.

“Your turn now, professor. I want to feel you in me.”

He rolls you around until you are lying on your back and he is hovering over you. With one hand he grabs your hands and pins them against the pillows above you. You find that very, very hot.

You arch your body towards him.

“Please.”

“How could I say no to that.”

You feel his tip push against your entrance. It’s a nice stretch once he finally pushes into you, slowly, so you can adjust. Except that you are so turned on that you don’t really need time to adjust.

Namjoon is breathing heavily by the time he bottoms out.

“Give me just a second like this, okay? I don’t want to cum right away.”

He smiles down at you and the dimples appear in all their glory. You pucker your lips. He gets the message and leans down for a kiss. A very deep, slightly messy kiss.

Once you break apart and he finally starts moving, your eyes meet. His are dark, almost black, with lust.

His moves are slow and steady at first. He lets go of one of your hands, so you can play with your nipple. It doesn’t take long until his moves become sloppier, harsher. With a few more twists or your nipple your high burns its way through you.

Namjoon’s breathing gets shallower while you moan into his ear. He lets go of your other hand and you sling both around his torso.

“I can’t… much longer…”

“It’s okay. We have all night for more.”

A few more sloppy thrusts, then Namjoon cums. He buries his face in your shoulder, and you hold him once his body ceases to move.

It takes a bit for both your breathing to normalize and for heartbeats to slow down again. Until that happens, you stroke Namjoon’s hair.

You don’t know how long you lay there like that, but you enjoy it.

Eventually, Namjoon raises his head and looks down at you. His eyes have cleared up to their normal dark brown. You see something in them that looks surprisingly like love. You’re even more surprised that you don’t mind that at all. Maybe it is time to trust another person and give them your love.

“Would you like to go and take a hot shower with me, y/n.”

“Gladly.”

He pulls out of you and helps you up.

“About that paintings tour of your apartment?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s postpone that until tomorrow. I think we’re busy for the rest of the night.”

Namjoon guides you into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower. There is easily enough space for two people in there.

“As you prefer, honey.”

When you look at him his eyes are crinkled in a smile.

© musicloverxoxo7, 2023

Please do not copy, translate, or repost my work (reblogging is fine though). Doing so will make you legally liable for stealing intellectual property.

#bts smut #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fanfic #female y/n #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon smut #namjoon #female reader

[thetruejerrycan]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Gungrave G.O.R.E!

A lot of you are probably scratching your heads right now wondering what the hell this is. Well, let's just say that an obscure PS2 series made its return after almost 20 years of inactivity. And Gungrave G.O.R.E feels like it picks up right after 2004's Gungrave Overdose in all but graphics.

To briefly provide some context, Gungrave is a series of third-person shooter games and is the brainchild of Red Entertainment and Yasuhiro Nightow, creator of Trigun. The player assumes control of Beyond The Grave (Grave, for short), a corpse who has been resurrected to enact his revenge on the organization that had him killed and to destroy the drug that made all of this possible, Seed. Equipped with two hand cannons named Cerberus and a transforming coffin-shaped weapon named Death Hauler, the player engages in stylish gunplay inspired by the films of directors John Woo and Robert Rodriguez, with Grave himself bearing resemblance to Antonio Banderas's character El Mariachi from Desperado.

Despite the game seemingly being made on a rather small budget, Gungrave G.O.R.E features an alumni of legendary game producers, with Yasuhiro Nightow (Trigun) returning as image director, Ikumi Nakamura (Ghost of Tsushima) creating many of the character designs, Tetsuya Shibata (Devil May Cry) and Yoshino Aoki (Mega Man Battle Network) composing much of the soundtrack, and select cutscenes being animated by Digic Pictures (Assassin's Creed).

Gungrave G.O.R.E has had a rather unique development, being a console game developed by a South Korean studio, Iggymob. I encourage you to check out this video by Blue that goes a little bit into how Gungrave G.O.R.E came to be and why the fact that this is a Korean console game is more interesting than it may seem. They've included their sources in the description for further reading.

Looking at what director Kay Kim has had to say about Gungrave G.O.R.E's development, you can tell this was a game developed by the fans for the fans. When Gungrave G.O.R.E was first announced, it was slated to be an open-world game similar to Dark Souls. Later, taking influence from the likes of Metal Gear Rising, Bayonetta, and Devil May Cry, it was decided that the game would revert to its original linear mission-based structure. Kim has gone on record to say that the original open-world version of the game was "terrible" and expressed concern that this isn't what a Gungrave fan who has been waiting 20 years for another installment would want to play.

This is not something that a greedy businessman who bought the rights to a long-gone game series to cash in on nostalgia would ever care about. Gungrave G.O.R.E, whether it's a good game or a bad game, is a passion project before anything else. When this game first released last year, it was rough and naturally received patches over time. And these patches universally only heavily improved the game, such as making Grave's moveset more versatile, making the controls more accessible, and heavily altering levels to the point where some sections such as those that required Grave to platform were simply removed.

The game is in odd state at the moment. The original release on consoles and PC were published by Prime Matter, and earlier this year they released Gungrave G.O.R.E: Ultimate Enhanced Edition on the Nintendo Switch, which includes "over 100 changes" to the game including further improvements to the game's controls, further alterations to level design, new mechanics, and extra playable characters such as Gungrave Overdose's Rocketbilly Redcadillac, and Harry MacDowell. This is odd because not only are these magnitude of changes exclusive to U.E.E, which is only on Switch, Iggymob self-published this release.

I don't know what the future has in store for Gungrave or Studio Iggymob, but let us take today and every day after to celebrate that Gungrave G.O.R.E even happened because of them. Thank you for being the reason my new favorite game series made such a kick-ass return, and godspeed on future endeavors.

#game anniversary #video games #gungrave #gungrave gore #gungrave gore uee #game development #yasuhiro nightow #gungrave od #gungrave overdose #Youtube

[ishouldgay]

Hi I’m thinking about my ‘Miranda finds the clone before she’s done growing’ AU

In between ME2 and ME3 Miranda takes down some Cerberus labs, mainly as a side effect of her trying to make sure they aren’t using her work. During one of these missions she finds out that Cerberus DID steal her work and used it to clone Shepard. Needless to say Miranda is pissed because she had refused to go down that road.

But the clone isn’t fully grown yet when Miranda frees her. She’s about ten, though her aging process is all kinds of mixed up. Like Grunt she’s been fed a LOT of info while she’s been growing in the tank. Cerberus intended her to be a replacement with their own ideals so a lot of the info is racist junk. Thankfully like Grunt she was taken out early so she isn’t fully brainwashed but she did have a lot of violent stuff shown to her that no child should see.

So Miranda is stuck with a child who has been forced to experience Commander Shepard’s life along with attended brainwashing before her brain was even finished growing. She doesn’t know what to do with her. The laws around clones are murky at best and Miranda is still wanted. The alliance just arrested Shepard so going to her is out.

But you know who: 1) hates Cerberus enough to help someone they are hunting 2) is pretty protected where she is 3) Shepard herself trusts them and 4) the clone is of course biotic like Shepard and guess who just started teaching?

Jack.

So Miranda takes the clone, who she keeps calling Shepard because the clone hates Shepard’s first name as much as the adult version of her does but hasn’t picked a name yet, to Jack.

And after a small fight, where Miranda goes for the low blow of being like ‘I’m just trying to keep a little girl from Cerberus. Don’t you want that as well?’ Jack takes her in while Miranda hides from Cerberus/ fights her dad.

Miranda convinced herself that she hadn’t grown attached (she did) and that Shepard will be a better… parent? To the clone than Miranda herself ever could be. Jack still gets heavily encrypted notes about how to take care of the kid at least once a day.

Jack’s own kids, all older teenagers, LOVE the clone. They pretty much adopted her the moment she walked in the door and they end up naming her unintentionally when they nicknamed her Ram (Because she kept head butting everything in sight when she learned how to charge) The clone loves it as she’s been slowly getting more angry about being called Shepard when she has never even met her.

When Shepard, the ‘real’ Shepard, finally shows up she’s extremely surprised at seeing a little kid version of herself and honestly a little weirded out about it.

Miranda is like: ‘I know you’ll want to take of her etc etc’ and Shepard is again kinda weirded out by the idea of rising a kid that is literally herself and also has seen some incredibly fucked up junk Shepard has done (again Cerberus downloaded battle cam video into Ram’s mind while she was growing)

Shepard kinda squats down in front of Ram all, ‘you are a little version of me so I think you know I think this is weird. You also know I wouldn’t want to take you away from somewhere where your happy etc etc’

thus Miranda and Jack end up co-parents to a cloned Commander Shepard because Ram is actually very happy where she is. Shepard ends up being a older sister/aunt. Later on Ram takes Miranda’s last name (because Jack doesn’t really feel like hers is hers.) and later later she parent traps them into being together.

The end

#miranda lawson #mass effect #Jack me #commander shepard

[nohelan-img]

Support your local USPS (Underworld Skies Postal Service) harpy by keeping ur fricking puppy on a leash, HADES 🙄

Art insta @nohelan.img

#artists on tumblr #greek mythology #harpy #cerberus #fire #lighting #monster girl art challenge #nohelan.img #artists on instagram #illustration #i wanted to use the version of cerberus that had a LOT of heads #the rest are chillin with persephone

[iridescentxstars]

unexpectedly fallen — bangchan

➳ published: 4.10.21 ➳ greek mythology!au || genre: fluff || smut || rated: m ➳ pairing: bangchan x reader ➳ summary: sometimes you don't expect to find comfort in someone but sometimes life has another thing in store for you ➳ word count: 7.8k ➳ warnings: finger fucking, oral (fem. receiving) ➳ author's note: god i hope this is okay, it was a lot harder to write than i thought. i'm so sorry to everyone who has been following me. i've had really bad writer's block mixed with bad mental health and uni.

this is part of the gods among us collab!!

‘As the times change, legends tend to fade into nothing more than myths, stories to tell and share across the generations and what were once great feats, great victories, become nothing more than bedtimes stories that people share with their children. Nobody believes in the Old Gods; in the way the world once was and if nobody believed in the Gods then they certainly no longer believe in the beasts that once roamed the world.

There are legends about Cerberus, the hound of Hades and the guard dog of the Underworld, they date back for centuries and detail various stories about the mighty beast. The three headed hound who kept the dead from leaving the Underworld, his mass enough to fill the cave that was the entrance to the great beyond; he was Hades’ most trusted beast, one of the twelve labours, he defeated many heroes in the stories of old.

But no matter what these stories depicted, no matter how many different versions there were, nobody could ever deny that Cerberus wasn’t a good boy. Loyal and obedient to his Master’s word, he upheld his duty to Underworld no matter what the cost. Cerberus was a good boy – is a good boy – even as the legends fade into nothing more than myths, stories to tell and share.’

Slamming the book closed, you yawn, stretching out and rolling onto your back as you look up to the ceiling. You think about the stories you were told about your father, the stories that your mother would tell you about the man she fell in love with once upon a time but you never really cared enough to listen. He has been absent your entire life outside of the gift he would send every year on your birthday – a small obol that you could use to visit him. Your mother had always told you that your father wasn’t able to visit often, that because of how the times were, it was often difficult for him to fit in or even be able to manage to come up from the Underworld because of his duties. It didn’t matter though, the fact that he never made the effort to at least visit, made you not want to go and see him whether he sent you the obols or not; they stayed in a drawer, in your room, with all the other junk knick-knacks you never throw away.

Though, the idea of visiting him has become something that you are considering now that circumstances have changed.

Rolling over onto your side, you look at the picture frame on the nightstand and sigh softly, reaching out for it even though it’s not quite within your reach. “You know, you could have at least waited another year.” You say softly, pouting as you do. “I graduate in a few months and it would have been nice to have you here with me.” There is no answer of course, you never expected there to be one as you look at your mother and yourself smiling brightly in the photo.

This was taken last year on your birthday, before she had been diagnosed with a disease that was slowly killing her. There was nothing they could do because it had been found too late; she never showed symptoms or any signs of being sick and yet, there she was, dying a little more each day before your eyes. Life was so much easier then, when you had her support on those days at university where nothing seemed to go right.

It was so easy to go home but now…

Placing the frame back in its place, you pull the blankets over you. “Alexa, good night.” With a heavy heart, you fall into a dreamless sleep with the only thought that seems to be in your mind as your body relaxed into the mattress is the thought of seeing your father.

In the Underworld.

Chan leans back and stretches out in his chair, arms raised above his head with the joints in his shoulders popping nicely as he lets out a loud yawn. It’s been so long since anyone came to the Underworld who isn’t dead, gone are the days of Greek heroes trying to rescue their girls, and ever since those days have become nothing more than a memory, he’s been bored shitless.

Feet propped up on the desk, Chan closes his eyes and lets the sun lull him into an afternoon nap. His dark hair shimmers with deep blues and purples in the sun while his fair skin is exposed to the harsh rays; normally he would shift and slumber in the entrance of his cave but there hasn’t been a visitor in centuries so he has no worries about being disturbed in his human form. “I really should see if Hades would let me get a job in the town.” He mumbles to himself, his bare chest rising and falling with deep, relaxed breaths.

It would take a whole three seconds to fall asleep, one to allow every muscle in his body to relax completely, two for his mind to stop its racing and settle down, and three for everything to fade into darkness as he falls off the edge into the depths of dreamland below. Though, it takes a whole three seconds for you to disturb the hound’s serene rest in the sun. One to walk up to the desk, two to look at the shirtless man before you, and three to speak and nearly make him fall off his chair.

You never really knew what you expected to see when you reached the entrance to the Underworld, were you expecting to see a large three-headed dog snarling as you approached or some man in his prime standing guard decked out in Greek warrior armour? You weren’t really sure but what you didn’t expect to see was this guy who looked like he belonged at your university, lazing shirtless in the sun without a care in the world. You stand there for a moment to take him in, coming to the conclusion that he barely looks older than you, with unnaturally handsome features and muscles that indicate he spends most of his time working out.

Though, considering he’s currently taking a nap, you wonder if he’s just supernaturally blessed.

“Hello?” You ask, knocking on the desk, making a small sound of surprise when Chan manages to right himself before he ended up toppling over. He should have heard you, in any other circumstance he would have but it’s been so long since anyone has approached him that he never thought he would actually need to pay proper attention to his surroundings.

It’s not like Hercules is going to come and take him again.

“Who are you?” He asks, voice a little rougher than what he intended as he was so close to sleep, he hasn’t slept properly in centuries and this was going to be the time… or so he likes to kid himself. Rubbing his eyes, his brow furrows and lips curl upwards as he wakes himself up properly. “Are you dead or are you-” Chan stops in his tracks as he looks at you, blinking a few times to make sure he isn’t dreaming but the longer he looks at you, the more he’s sure that you are standing in front of him. “Who are you?” He repeats and takes a step closer, which causes you to take a step back.

The man sniffs the air, a low growl erupting from his chest as he backs you up against the cave wall, causing you to lift your hands, placing them against his firm pecs, to keep him from getting any closer. You can see his canines pressing against his bottom lips and his dark eyes looking a little more feral as he stops to look at you. You stutter out your name, clearing your throat to repeat it again while he tilts his head, seeming to be slightly confused when he moves away. “I’m here to see Hades.”

Chan scoffs, raising an eyebrow as he looks at you up and down which you find both unsettling and annoying, “sorry human but that’s a no-go.” He moves you out of the entrance of the cave and gives you a gentle push back towards the town you had just came from. “Now, run back to civilisation.” He heads back to his seat and you follow him, digging around in your pocket. “Look, miss, I can’t help you-” He begins as you slam the obol down on the desk which causes him to stop and look at your hand moving away from the coin.

He hasn’t seen one of those in a long time.

“What’s this?” Chan looks at you, raising his eyebrow as he folds his arms over his chest.

You look at him, taking him in for a moment before you answer. Any other circumstance and you may be checking him out, but that isn’t the look you give him. “You know,” you tilt your head to the side like you’re inspecting something, “you really aren’t what I expected.”

He visibly deflates, what a strange human you are? “Miss, I don’t know what you expected but whatever you are looking for, it isn’t here.”

“Yes, it is.” You point to the back of the cave, “what I want is down there.”

“You aren’t going to the Underworld.”

“Why not? I gave you the obol.”

Chan scoffs and shakes his head, “the obol is for Charon to cross the River of Styx, to pay the ferryman.” He says with a condescending tone, like this is a fact that you should obviously know – which you do, he doesn’t know that though. “But there is something wrong with the situation, I am not Charon and you are not dead.”

Mimicking his stance, you fold your arms over your chest then roll your eyes. “I know that,” you say with a childish tone, clearly with the intent to annoy him. “You are Cerberus and I am the daughter of Hades.” You wear a victorious smile when the man’s eyes widen in disbelief.

You sometimes couldn’t help yourself, always needing to be right and argue when you knew that you were, no matter who the person on the other side of the argument was. Your mother said it was a trait that your father had and you refuse to believe that but considering she was always sweet and calm, never falling for your baiting, you eventually had to agree that you had something in common with your old man.

“So, Cerberus, are you going to take me?” You don’t drop the superior act, feeling rather smug about having stumped the guardian to the Underworld but as he narrows his eyes, a low, deep rumble echoing around you, you quickly drop your arms and give him an apologetic smile.

“Chan,” he corrects you as he grabs the obol, flips the coin in the air and catches it before pushing into the back pocket of his dark denim jeans. “Nobody has called me Cerberus in decades.” He doesn’t move, standing there looking at you, studying you as he tries to work out whether you are lying or not.

There aren’t many children spawned by Hades, Zeus was the God who liked to put his dick into everything and hasn’t changed at all even as the years passed but Hades had only really sired two children. One was with Persephone and the other has returned to the Underworld… “If you’re the daughter of Hades, why have I never heard of you?”

You shrug, “it’s not like Hades wins ‘Father of the Year’ awards, I’m not surprised if he never spoke of me considering I told people my dad’s dead.” Chan lets out a short, amused huff through his nose. “How about you take me to him and let him decide whether I’m really his kid or if I’m just another human making shit up?” You say it like this is something that happens all the time, humans claiming to be demigods.

Well, for Zeus… yes, but not so much for Hades.

Choosing to believe you, for now, he leads you in silence into the cave, the darkness soon swallowing you whole as you wander in the dark without a guide until a dim light erupts around you. Chan doesn’t say a word as the blue flames begin to light a path down a set of stairs that feel like they go on forever.

Deeper.

Deeper.

You feel like you’ve been descending these stairs for hours before you finally reach the bottom and everything before you, you never expected to see. “Welcome to the Underworld.” Chan feigns a cheerful tone as you stop beside him and look at the metropolis before you. It resembles the city that you grew up in, large skyscrapers and buildings everywhere with traffic and pedestrians moving around the streets to where they want to go. “Hades likes to keep up with the times so he changes things around every few hundred years so that the souls that rest here don’t get bored and moan for hours on end.” He chuckles a little, “it’s actually bearable down here now.”

Following Chan through the bustling streets proves harder than what you thought; while the souls don’t have a physical form, they still seem to make it difficult to get around as they pass through you, the feeling similar to what you would think a dementor would feel like if they were to try and suck out your soul. It makes you feel sick to your stomach, cold and sickly as you push forward. You are too stubborn for your own good, trying to keep moving while stumbling and growing dizzy. It’s not until your vision starts to black out that you realise that if you don’t do something then you will pass out right then and there.

“Ch-ch-chan…” You manage to get out, the words feeling like they are sticking to the back of your throat and being squeezed from you, rather than you speaking them but however they came to become sound works as the hellhound stops and turns to look at your pale features.

Sighing, he walks back towards you; he should have warned you about avoiding the spirits, the effects that they have on humans and how dangerous it can be to have too many spirits pass through you. Sure, you could technically be a demigod and so you won’t die but the effects can still take a toll on your human body. “Come here,” he lifts you up and while normally you would protest, right now, you don’t have the energy to push him away or fight him on the matter so instead, you allow him to carry you. He does so effortlessly, carrying you bridal-style towards a large building as you close your eyes and take the moment to rest.

“Are you nervous?” He asks after a while, chuckling at the way your eyes widen when you open them and meet his eyes. You hadn’t been expecting to open your eyes and have his face so close to yours, especially when there is really no need for it to be. A soft blush dusting your cheeks as the corner of his lips lift up. “Do I make you nervous?”

He stops in front of the largest skyscraper and you immediately struggle to get down and smooth out your shirt before tidying your hair. “N-no.” You lie, well, it’s not a complete lie. You aren’t nervous to meet Hades, you’ve heard a lot about him from your mother and the fact that he’s tried to have you visit him for so many years, even this year, it makes it clear that he does want to see you. What made you nervous was how he could have his face so close to yours without flinching away when you came to. “Don’t you own a shirt?” You can’t help your eyes running down his body briefly before looking away.

Chan notices your gaze, one that he knows you didn’t mean but that doesn’t stop him from making the comment. “Eyes up here, sweetheart.” You narrow your eyes while he flashes a proud smile for having gotten under your skin. “Does it bother you?”

“Yes,” you answer, hoping that he would at least do something about it.

He nods, “good,” before walking up the stairs and leaving you standing there, shocked and annoyed. You always thought Cerberus was meant to be a good boy, that’s what the myths always seemed to show, that he was loyal and good.

Seems like the myths were wrong. Cerberus can be a dick, or at the least, he seems to enjoy your buttons more than he should.

The day seems to be going for a trifecta with the unexpected outcomes. First, Cerberus, then the Underworld and now, Hades. You were half-expecting him to walk in and laugh at you, mock you for coming all this way to see him when that wasn’t something he wanted but instead he stands there, looking at you in awe like you are the most amazing thing he had ever seen.

It is funny though, how he looks at you like you are a work of art while he could easily have so many humans falling to their knees for him. With a handsome and surprisingly gentle face, you know that you have inherited certain features from him; while everyone would tell you looked like your mother, seeing Hades before you, you realise that statement may not be as true as what you always believed. His hair is tied up in a top knot, the deep blue matching his suit while he strokes the stubble on his chin; the mythology really doesn’t do him justice because while they portrayed most of the Gods and Goddess as these beautiful beings, they never really gave much detail to Hades.

Though, you’re not sure how you would describe him other than God-like looks.

You feel like you’ve been standing there for hours now and the way he mutters, ‘look at you’, under his breath every now and again has started to become a nuisance. “How old are you?” He asks you for the umpteenth time.

Your jaw ticks slightly before you answer, a sign that you are losing your patience. “25.”

“Ah,” he nods as he scratches his chin, lips turned down as he thinks. “And you said that you were studying at university?”

Deep breath in and slowly exhale, “yes, I’m a literacy major.” You’ve repeated yourself several times now and your patience is starting to wear thin.

“Would you like to sit with me? We can talk and I get to know each other a little more over something to eat.” Oh no, you aren’t really prepared with bonding with an absent father. You never actually really thought very far about how this would go, or how long you could handle being around him, but having him ask you twenty questions isn’t something you think you can really handle without having time to process the fact that you actually methim.

Hades.

Lord of the Underworld.

Your father.

“Maybe another time.” You can see the disappointment in his eyes, though, it’s quickly gone and replaced with a smile as he nods, seemingly understanding. “I just wanted to meet you, this is all still weird and new to me but I just- I don’t know, I’m sorry.” You let out a self-deprecating laugh, “I don’t know what I expected really because it’s not like us sitting down and talking about my entire life and how you weren’t present in it is going to make up for your absence.”

Hades doesn’t seem to annoyed by your words, in fact, he looks saddened as he nods in agreement. “You have every right to be reluctant to let me in but let me try and make up for it.”

Do you? Do you let him try and make it up to you or do you cut your losses and do it alone? What do you really expect him to do? He can’t exactly move to Earth and be a present father, make up for all those years lost but your mother always said to give him a chance every time an obol arrived in an envelope that had nothing but your name written on the front. She always begged you to reach out, to visit, to let him try and be involved but you always said that if he never tried then why should you? Yet, here you are, with Hades asking you to give him that chance so, should you?

Can you really build a relationship with him?

Chan has been standing in the back of the room the whole time, not really paying attention to what was going on as he felt it had nothing to do with him; he did his job by taking you to Hades and now he waits until it’s time to take you back to Earth. He stood there quietly, zoned out and staring at a random spot on the wall while he daydreamed about being back at his desk, basking in the warm sun and finally getting his nap. He’s so completely in his own head that it takes him a while to respond to Hades’ voice faintly making its way into his spaced-out mind; he blinks rapidly and looks at his master, straightening his back as he stands to attention. “Yes sir?”

“You’ll accompany her back to Earth and stay with her until graduation.” You and Chan stare at Hades in disbelief, the immediate protest beginning as you both try and talk over each other.

“What-”

“Sir, I don’t-”

“You can’t-”

The moment Hades raises his hand, you stop and stare at him, fuming, while Chan looks down at the ground like a dog who is about to be reprimanded by his owner. “This wasn’t up for discussion or protest. I may not be able to bond and connect with you but I refuse to be on the side lines of your life; Chan has been guarding the entrance to the Underworld for hundreds of years and in recent times, he’s been rather bored.” Chan’s ears turn red, he never realised that Hades noticed that the hellhound was always going slightly insane with boredom. “You will have someone around that I trust and if you need anything, you will easily be able to get it and Chan can finally go and stretch his legs.”

You can hear it in his tone, the way that this isn’t up for discussion so you don’t bother to argue but you are wondering why this and why now? “You could come to Earth instead.” You say, not hiding the annoyance in your tone. “Instead of him, why don’t you come?”

While you aren’t completely sure whether you want Hades actively involved in your life, you are sure that you don’t want a new roommate who doesn’t where a shirt imposing on your life. Hades smiles at you before letting out a soft sigh. “As nice as the offer is, it isn’t that easy for me to just live on Earth, it’s the reason why I was out of your life for all those years.” He walks over to the large window that allows him to see over all of the Underworld, “I have to be here to make sure everything stays the way it should. If I’m away for too long then it will slowly start to fall apart and the balance will be destroyed between the Heavens, Earth and the Underworld.” He looks at you with regret in his eyes, knowing that you couldn’t possibly understand what he’s saying completely, as this isn’t your life – no matter how much you’ve studied it. “While I can visit you more often, this is the best I can do to be present in your life.”

Your shoulders drop as you look away, not at all impressed with this outcome; maybe it would have been better if you stayed away and went through life without ever having come down here, that way, you wouldn’t have to be in this strange and frustrating predicament. Yet, is it really that bad? While you have friends to hang out with and you haven’t really been alone in terms of always being able to have someone around you, you have felt lonely, like there’s a hole your mother left behind that can’t be filled.

Maybe this could be a way to help ease that emptiness.

Sure, it’s Cerberus – Chan – rather than Hades but he seems to want to be more active in your life. “So, if I agree,” you know you didn’t really have a choice but you like to pretend you do, “would you come visit more often?”

“Yes, at least once a month to allow you a chance to get to know me.” You nod, honestly thankful that he is taking into account that you still need time to forgive him for never being around – yeah, you get it but it still doesn’t excuse not making more of an effort.

“Can you make sure he,” you point at Chan, who narrows his eyes at you, “wears a shirt while we are forced to reside in the same apartment?”

Hades nods his head, “Chan is rather obedient, I’m sure he won’t have a problem wearing a shirt while he is on Earth.” While Hades seems so sure that his loyal and trusted beast would be on his best behaviour, Chan looks like he’s ready to make a run for the exit simply to escape the future that he doesn’t want.

Did he want to spend more time on Earth around the humans? Yes. Does he want to spend more time on Earth being around you, the human who seems to get on his nerves? No, but because his master says he has to, he’s going to.

Yay, lucky him.

“Hey, have you seen my-” Chan opens your door and you quickly wipe your eyes, trying to hide the evidence of your tears. “Were you crying?” He asks as he leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest and giving you a scrutinising look; he knows you were, he heard you down the hallway so he tried to think of an excuse to talk to you.

Graduation is around the corner and in the beginning, Chan couldn’t wait for it to come and go so that he could return back to his duty as the guardian of the Underworld but as each week passed, he found himself enjoying his time here more and more.

While you two tend to argue and push each other’s buttons, you really did like having the company. Chan is clean and takes care of the place, you give him space when he wants to relax and you fell into this calm routine that felt like you had known each other for years rather than months. Hades has visited a few times, always bringing unnecessary things with him but you slowly started to enjoy it because it showed you that he was really trying but just because your father is Hades and your roommate is the mythical beast, Cerberus, didn’t mean your life was nice and breezy. You miss your mum; you miss the fact that if you needed her that you could just head home and lay on the couch with her playing with your hair as she spoke about the lady in her Pilates class who had the funny tummy or how the clerk at her grocery store was definitelyin love with their boss.

You thought this would fill the void but if anything, it only made it worse.

“I’m fine,” your voice cracks a little and Chan moves towards you, sitting on the edge of your bed as his brow furrowed with worry. At first, you barely would speak to each other unless he was asking you about things or you were getting at each other about basically anything but lately, he’s been the only person who you could talk to when you needed comfort.

Chan looks at you, not believing for a second that you were fine. He’s seen you like this a few times and while he knows that you miss your mother, he’s never seen you like this. You have barely left your room, he can tell that you haven’t showered at all today and from what he’s heard, you’ve been crying all day. “Do you miss your mum?” He asks, voice softer than what it was when he opened the door.

You sniff, clicking your tongue, “I always miss her.” You wipe your eyes at the mention of her. While she isn’t the reason you are crying, the mention of her still makes your eyes tear up – she would have known what to do.

“But that’s not why you’re crying?” He says this carefully, slowly, like he’s trying to process it all in his head and you shake your head, pulling your knees to your chest and sighing. He really can be terrible at this, not that he has a lot of experience when it comes to comforting humans but sometimes you wonder if he ever actually listens to you for him to take so long to click onto what goes on in your life. “Hmm…” He looks at you, sniffing the air and trying to get a good read on your emotions, “you miss your mum but that’s not why you’re crying, graduation is around the corner but you’ve passed all your classes so you aren’t upset about that.” He rubs his face with his palm and your vision blurs again when your phone vibrates next to you, the reason for your tears trying to get a hold of you. Chan doesn’t miss this, the way you make yourself smaller and practically curl in on yourself as the phone vibrates like crazy.

You don’t immediately realise the phone has stopped vibrating or that he’s answered the phone until you hear a slight growl in his voice.

“Hello.” Chan answers, displeased by the reason that you are in such a state. He should have known; he should have expected such a thing to happen considering he had seen first-hand what this guy was like. Chan isn’t as stupid as you may think, he could tell when you had developed a crush on one of your classmates which he normally wouldn't care about but it took one house party for him to know what this man was truly like; a sweet talker, charming and pretty until the girls weren’t in the room and then he showed how much a playboy he was.

It took that one party for Chan to know that this man wasn't good for you.

Chan hated him, though he didn’t exactly know why really but it was something that he had said while you were getting a drink from the kitchen that made Chan wish he could give him a one-way ticket to the Underworld. “I bet I know how to put that mouth of hers to good use, teach her a good lesson.” The way he thought he was really smooth with that made Chan quickly finish his beer. Sure, you have the annoying tendency to argue and you always need to be right but he hated that; hated that someone you liked would dare say such crude things about you like you were just another notch on his bedpost.

You lift your eyes to look at Chan, barely even realising that he’s in nothing but his favourite baggy shorts with his hair still damp from the shower. You notice that his eyes have grown darker, something you’ve learnt means that he’s growing angry, that the beast inside is coming out – this you learned that hard way when you said something that caused him to snap harsher than he ever had before. There’s tension in his jaw as he grinds his teeth together and with every other breath, he lets out a low growl which has you reaching out to touch his forearm, keeping him from breaking your phone in his tight grip.

“What I’m doing with her phone is none of your business, mate.” He speaks slowly, clearly trying to keep his voice calm and level while his nostrils flare and when you touch his arm, his eyes go from boring a hole in the wall to looking at you and returning to their usual soft brown. “No, I’m not going to let you explain anything to her. No, you’re not going to try and explain it to me either. I don’t care,” another growl escapes him and he shakes his head at you as you look a little worried. He’s okay, he’s in control. “You made her cry, you’re lucky that taking care of her is more important than coming and ripping you apart.”

The question that gets thrown at him has his eyes widening slightly before he recovers. “Why do you care so much? Do you like her or something?”

“You ask a lot of questions for something who has exactly twenty-four hours before they become a missing persons report.” Your eyes widen and you grip Chan’s arm but he just waves off your worry – he wouldn’t… this time.

As the conversation comes to a close, Chan hangs up the phone and places it down carefully because if he didn’t, he may have thrown it. “Chan-”

“You need to have a shower.” His words take you by surprise, especially because he isn’t actually looking at you when he says it and after he does, he stands up, grabbing you by the hand and tugging you to the bathroom.

“Ch-chan,” you try and pull out of his hold but he shakes his head.

“It’s annoying knowing that this is why you’re crying,” he grumbles, only letting you go when you’re in the bathroom. Heading over to the shower, he adjusts the head and temperature before turning it on and you just stand there in your oversized hoodie, looking both confused and annoyed with puffy eyes and a snotty nose. “You know you deserve better than how he treated you, you weren’t even dating and he treated you like you were nothing more than a prize.” Chan stands there, still not looking at you as he has his hand in the water, waiting for it to warm up.

“How do you know what I deserve?” You venomously spit out. You don’t really mean to sound so bitchy but he went from being worried about you because he thought you were crying about your mother to being grumpy basically saying your taste in men is shit in a matter of moments.

He scoffs, looking at you finally as he opens his mouth to speak but whatever he wanted to say seems to be taken away by the water being at an appropriate temperature and that being more important. “Take your time.” Looking away from you again, Chan heads to the door but you manage to stop him by standing in front of his escape. “What?” He snaps at you, dark eyes meeting your bloodshot ones.

“Answer my question.” You demand.

Chan shakes his head, “nah.”

God, he’s so frustrating. “If you’re going to be an asshole to me after snapping at a guy for treating me like shit, you should at least answer my question since you’re being as bad as he is.”

You wait for his reaction, the one where he bites back and yells and snaps at you but instead Chan sighs and moves you out of the way. “Because,” he starts to head out of the bathroom before pausing just outside the door, “it’s how I’ve been treating you for the past month or so.” With those words hitting you like a tonne of bricks, he leaves you standing there feeling more confused than you have ever been in your life.

Chan never said anything more about that day, when you got out of the shower, he was on the couch watching television and when he did speak to you, it was always light and casual – like nothing had happened. Yet, you couldn’t just pretend like everything was the same as it was before. You couldn’t stop thinking about what he said, stop noticing the little things he did for you – things he had always done for you. When did Chan start doing these things? You honestly cannot remember. You just know that one day, you came home to your favourite chocolate always being in the fridge or how he would make you a cup of coffee every time he made himself one; you noticed that he would make more than enough food for you whenever he cooked lunch and that you had things to take in your bag when you went to campus.

You don’t remember when it all happened but you appreciated it all.

Chan always made sure you ate proper meals, he sat through your favourite shows and movies, he never complained when you stole his hoodies at night, nor did he care whenever you feel asleep watching shows with him. Ever since Chan pointed out the way that he treated you, ever since he pointed out that this was how he thought you deserved to be treated, you started to wonder about other things.

At first, you two argued about everything and those arguments would get pretty heated but those arguments slowly turned into friendly teasing because you both knew how to push each other’s buttons to get a reaction. He never used to engage with you whenever you asked questions, choosing to ignore you to play on his phone or begrudgingly follow you around because he had to, but eventually he started to open up, tell you about his life and the things he’s seen as well as seeming excited to go to with you whenever you went to meet your friends. Sometimes, he would look at you and scoff, judge your hair or make-up while making a comment about how you were dressed but after a while, he would give compliments, choose matching accessories for you and you would always catch him looking at you whenever you were out and about.

Somehow, Chan went from being the biggest pain in your ass to someone you confided in about everything.

“You’re staring at me again.” Chan says with a twitch of the corner of his lip.

You blush softly, quickly looking away. “Sorry,” you mumble as you pay attention to the movie playing, one that you can’t even recall beginning. While Chan may act like nothing happened, you couldn’t and managed to make it completely obvious that you’ve spent the better half of the past week obsessing over whether there is something between the two of you.

His eyes glance over in your direction, a small chuckle passing through his nose as he stretches his arm over the back of the couch. “Why are you so far away?” He says, indicating with his head for you to come closer. “I don’t bite… unless you want me to.”

You throw a pillow at him, “why do you need to be like that?” You whine while he laughs and manages to dodge the pillow.

“Be like what?”

“A flirt,” you say with an accusatory tone which has him laughing even more. “Why are you laughing? God, I hate you!” You don’t really, he’s just frustrating the living shit out of you.

Chan shrugs, “it’s fun seeing you overanalyse it all.” You throw another pillow which he catches, “all I basically told you is that I know how you deserve to be treated because I treat you better than he ever did and you’ve been on edge all week. It almost looks like you’ve got a crush on me.” While he acts like this is all a big joke to him, Chan does hope that there is a small glimmer of feelings towards him. He didn’t know when it happened for himself, he just remembers finding you passed out at the table one night after you had been studying for an exam and realising that somewhere amongst all the teasing and late-night talks about his life, he had fallen for you.

Unexpectedly.

“You are so infuriating.” You fold your arms and huff, glaring at the actors onscreen.

Moving closer to you, Chan leans in wearing a shit eating grin, “you didn’t deny it.”

“Deny what?” You look at him, narrowing your eyes.

“That you have a crush on me.”

“I don’t.” This makes his grin wider and you shove him away. “I don’t!”

With a loud laugh, he grabs your wrist and shakes his head, “me thinks the lady protests too much.” You make a noise in surprise to Chan pulling you closer, the action causing you to be nose to nose with barely any room between you. “I can hear your heart getting faster, are you nervous?”

Nope, maybe you do hate him. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” He lowers his voice and you feel his breath against your lips, he’s so close and yet, he’s choosing to tease you instead.

“This. If you are so sure of how I feel then why are you trying to drag it out of me?” Your own voice lowers to match his, so quiet and soft as you meet his eyes and hold his gaze, your heart beating faster in your chest.

He doesn’t answer you straight away. Chan remains silent for a brief moment as he searches your eyes, checking to make sure he’s not reading too much into this. “Because if I’m wrong then kissing you could end very badly for me.” You swear you felt his soft, velvet lips brush against yours but maybe the thought of kissing him created the illusion that they did. “So, do you, have a crush on me?”

Ba-dump. You look at him, mind racing with how this could go. It could go both ways so do you want to take that risk?

Ba-dump. You try and swallow, realising your mouth is suddenly dry which makes you hyperaware that your palms are sweaty. Why are you so damn nervous?

Ba-dump. Your head moves on its own, nodding, but before you even manage to finish the movement, Chan’s lips are on yours.

Clothes lay haphazard on the floor, fingers become tangled in dark locks, breathy moans drawn out as soft lips brush over sensitive skin. One kiss had become two which soon turned into Chan slowly undressing you while your hands tried desperately to rid him of his clothes. His hands take their time to map out your body, learning and appreciating every dip and curve while you pull him closer, needing his bare skin against yours.

Chan is patient, savouring the taste of you, while you are eager, hungry, needy.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers against flushed skin, fingers ghosting over your core as his hot breath indicates how close he is to where you want him except instead of giving you what you want, he drags this out and drives you crazy. “Just relax.”

Your fingers tug on his hair, a low whine escaping you as the anticipation makes you grow wetter by the second, “stop teasing me.” He chuckles, that’s what he does, doesn’t he? It’s what he’s always done, drove you crazy, frustrated the fuck out of you and teased you, why should now be any different? “I hate you.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Chan looks up at you, a smirk on his lips as he tries to move away but your grip keeps him from doing so. “Then should I stop? If you hate me so much, maybe I shouldn’t give you what you want?”

“Chan~” You whine out his name as you desperately keep him from moving and he can’t help the low groan that passes through his lips at the way you sound. An angel singing out his name like that should be illegal but fuck, he’ll do it again as long as it’s you.

You gasp, two fingers gliding through your velvet walls as Chan slowly pushes in until he’s knuckles deep. He needs to make sure you are nice and stretched out, that you take him easily because he doesn’t want it to hurt, it shouldn’t hurt; he wants this to be perfect, to give you pleasure as he claims you as his. Curling his fingers, he brushes against your sweet spot as his lips attached to your erect clit peeking out from under the hood. Your walls clench around his fingers, your slick coating them as they move inside while his tongue flicks, eliciting heavenly sounds from you; he could do this all night, lay between your legs and play with your dripping cunt.

Oh, how pretty you would look all messy and fucked out from nothing more than him eating you out and fucking you with his fingers.

“Sing for me, princess.” He says, his low tone sending delicious sensations down your spine, “I want to hear every sound, every curse, everything. Don’t hold back~” His fingers begin pumping in and out, nice and slow as he runs the flat of his tongue between your folds, sucking sloppily on your clit. The louder you get, the faster he moves, his own deep groans vibrating against your core as he eats you out messily, making your juices drip out of you mixed with his saliva and he doesn’t stop as you are brought over the edge into the sweet abyss below, prolonging the climax for as long as he possibly can.

With your mind foggy from the orgasm, Chan licks you clean, humming softly while you let out heavy pants as you try to calm down your racing heart. You look down at him, blushing deeply as you watch him like his fingers clean before running the back of his hand against his mouth. The sight of him like that has you shivering slightly but nothing is quite as breath taking to him as you.

“How are you feeling?” He slowly kisses his way back up your body, hovering over you so he doesn’t put too much weight on you. You let out a pleased hum but that’s not good enough for him, “I need words, princess. I want to make sure you’re doing okay; you can just tell me if it’s too much and we can continue another time.” You stare at him in pure adoration in that moment, falling deeper for him than you ever thought possible.

“I’m okay,” you confirm, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in close for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. “I’m better than okay, really.” He hums before giving you a quick peck and pulling away, climbing off you and lifting you into his arms before carrying you to the bedroom.

Tomorrow you’ll wake up in his arms, the evidence of tonight painted on your skin by way of his lips and fingertips but right now, you’ll revel in the love that you found in the only person who has filled that void in your heart by giving you his own.

#ksmutclub #straykidsland #bangchan fic #bangchan scenario #bangchan smut #stray kids smut #stray kids scenario #cerberus!au #bangchan x reader #bang chan scenario #iridescentxstars © #scenario ; bangchan #g ; smut #g ; fluff #cerberus ; bangchan #group ; skz #au ; greek mythology

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Hi moosh! Could I have sfw letters APW for dante, vergil, nero, and V? Thank you!

So this is my first piece for devil may cry, I hope it turned out well I'm still ify on it, especially with V's and a part of Vergil but I hope you guys like it anyway!

Dante 

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dante is a pretty chill guy, but he really doesn’t get out that much besides to go do a job, out to get drinks and to gamble (losing most of his last payment from Morrison in the process and getting absolutely screamed at by both you and Lady) at the local bar, and to get a Strawberry Sundae at Fredi’s, most of these activities he loves for you to tag along with him (some partially to make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble *cough cough* like losing most of his fucking money *cough*) especially hunting if you can hold yourself in a fight, he gets a kick out of watching you kick demon ass and finds it really hot so expect a lot of flirty banter that’s filled with terrible puns and other dorky eye rolling one liners. This lovable fucking dork.

However most of your time spent together is in the office, which you can find the two of you laying on the couch watching the old busted television watching old movies or listening to the old busted jukebox that has been playing the same sixteen songs for the last thirty years (Dante stop abusing your shit) or just telling each other shitty stories the both of you have heard from one another countless of times, but somehow when he tells it again it somehow feels just as enjoyable as the first with somehow a different twist to it and when you tell it he always that charismatic talent that Dante just has this big heart throbbing grin on his face as he listens and it just makes your words sometimes stop that even he has to tell you to keep going, or just cooking together (and by together, I mean you doing 99% of the work because this man is forever banned anywhere near a oven anymore) because yeah sure pizzas 24/7 is fun and all but if there’s one thing (besides watching you kick demon ass) that he loves to watch you do it’s cooking and not only does he get to watch you excitedly dash from one part of the kitchen looking for ingredients and get a little messy along the way, he also gets something to eat out of it too in the end. 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Embarrassment to show his absolute adoration for you in public? No way! Dante is all about that PDA, unless you’re uncomfortable with it then he’ll respectfully lay off...but sometimes he finds it really hard when you’re just super cute when talking to the crew about a job, it's just something about that look of thrill in your eye that always grabs his attention. But if you’re down with it, let the lap sitting, quick heated kisses, bad suggestive pick up lines, and questionable touches commence! 

Dante is the number one choice for a feel better boost, if you’re feeling unsure and doubtful of your abilities be prepared to see this man recite everything fucking cool, smart, and badass thing he’s ever seen you do, so it’s a given Dante absolutely loves bragging about you to people. As he’s sharing tales of your badassery, there’s a glint of pure love in his eyes as he looks back to you and watches as your doubts begin to slowly fade away to the back of your mind, and of course if this is a recurring issue you might find even the rest of giving you compliments from time to time, even from Vergil (which almost gave you a heart attack from the shock hearing that from the eldest son of Sparda) 

Kisses from Dante are never shy, when he wants to show affection to you he’s never shy about it. Kisses from him are always the type that shoots butterflies to your stomach and makes you feel dizzy afterwards, his favorite to pull over you are when you’re in the middle of working on paperwork (his fucking bills) and surprising you with them because always without fail you get drag away from your work and go to cuddle on the couch, bills to be forgotten (and he wonders why his electric shuts off all the time) The crew immediately learns quickly that Dante really doesn’t have any shame, but reactions vary when they stumble upon it with Trish and Morrison are the two not to really give a shit to be bothered by it, Lady, Vergil, and Nero just roll their eyes at it before going back to do their own thing, Nico lets the: “get a room love birds” and other types of teasing lines and whistles fly every chance she gets, Lucia either embarrassed and covering her eyes or scolding the both of you for being that ‘personal’ out in the open like that, and Patty asks really uncomfortable questions. Dante for the most part gets a kick out of all of it!

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

I think it's very clear that he mimics actions he sees in movies (just look at how he fucking uses Cerberus for example) and so lots of what he does romantically is stuff he's seen in romance films he remembers watching with his mother and brother when he was younger or films that when he really has nothing better to do and Patty brings (all with titles he can never pronounce) to the office on a lazy afternoon and that's the reason why his view of romance is so cliche. When asked jokingly about it, he'll give a shrug and answer with the fact that the love between his parents, forbidden lovers, is a cliche trope itself and from the very few memories he has of his mother and father together he definitely remembers how sappy they were together, so sappy that it might've carried over into their kids (Vergil you don't escape this, just you wait) 

 So that being said, with the heart shaped chocolates, the roses to start every date with, several dates under candle light on the roof of the shop under a full moon, no matter how cliche it may be the confident wide eye grin on his face during them will never fail to make your heart skip a beat. 

Vergil 

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Vergil of course really likes to take every opportunity to train whenever he can so that he can be sure he's able protect those he cares for, so he really likes when you take the time to spare with him so not only he can stay in top shape for whatever danger that may come in the future but also so that you can do the same that he doesn't feel like it's all up to him to protect you when he is assured you can protect yourself, this keeps his mind from wandering to dark power lusting places.

On free days that there's no jobs in sight and there's not a focus on training, Vergil of course likes to read in his book. Flipping through the pages of his old precious childhood possession he feels himself at ease and even more so if the two of you are laid up together in bed in the privacy of your shared room, your head laid softly on his chest with his hand in your hair subconsciously combing through it as he reads Blake's words aloud to you in a quiet voice as if the words were only meant for you to hear.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Listen, all the Sparda men are romantic in their own way to the core, I like to think it’s in their genes and this is Vergil we’re talking about, this man is an absolute traditional romantic with absolutely no PDA. I mean come on, again this is Vergil we're talking about this is to be expected the son of Sparda prefers to keep his romantic life absolutely private between the two of you. To be honest it takes only the closest people in the two of your lives to realize that the two of you are even together, so basically only those who are at Devil May Cry frequently. The tale tell is that out of everyone you end up being on the end of Vergil's...Vergilness the least bit, sure there are moments but at least you haven't been stabbed by Yamato or had any summoned swords shot at you like everyone in the office has been at least once (although this also applies to Kyrie but I see her never really doing anything that would really bother him) and he also gives to rare non sarcastic compliments, which blows Dante's mind every time it occurs. 

Vergil doesn't brag about you, he compliments, and true hearted compliments from Vergil are rare, but when they happen you always know he 100% means it especially if he does it in front of others. This is the only form of PDA he feels comfortable with doing, and usually they're about how you did in fights or a super rare version: that he's proud of you. 

Again Vergil believes all romantic acts should be savory in the privacy between each other, so it's obvious that he doesn't like kissing in public. However, if you were to hypothetically I don't know...give him a peck on the cheek or go even more scandalous the lips while he's at phone duty in the office while Dante and the others are around the pool table and sitting area or in Nico's van while waiting to drive off with the crew to whatever next job, his cheeks might turn into a interesting shade of pink. 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

It takes patience to be in a relationship with Vergil, in the beginning he'll be closed off and won't share what he's thinking (but it says a lot with how much he does trust and care for you to be in a commitment with you) but as time goes on he'll slowly start to open up more and more as he lets himself accept the human in him to love you, and at this point he'll start to share things that are very close and dear to him. 

He has very fond memories of watching old black and white romance films with his mother and Dante, who only would watch them because the moment they would end he would immediately beg him to train with him, but with him falling down to hell and being corrupted since he was only nineteen to him he remembers memories of when he and Dante were kids more clearly than his brother can since to him they don't feel as they happened a long ago so he remembers watching these films from long ago in very great detail. So of course the moment he can find some of these films with the help from a hesitant Nero (still getting used to the whole dad ripping arm off thing and all) to find and order those they could find online. From the very moment he has the old tapes in his hands do they become as precious as you, Yamato, his amulet, and his book (as well as a little bit of Nero but it takes him a while to come to terms with it) so with this being something very emotionally important to him, and after very long pandering about it, he asks you to watch these films with him (he also considered asking Dante but figured since he didn't practically like the these films as children that he wouldn't want to to watch them now, absolutely no idea about the cliched dork he is now because of these types of films) The entire time you find yourself struggling to pay attention to the actual film instead you find yourself drawn to the deep nostalgic look in your lover's eyes as he's glued to the screen. For a while you're not even sure if he's actually watching the black and white picture either with how he eyes seem to be playing out scenes of the past and this is the first time you've ever seen this much emotion on his face at once. You end up holding a tight securing grip on his hand throughout the rest of the film, one normally he wouldn't hold for as long but you find his fingers subconsciously rubbing against yours from time to time. Once the nostalgic movie night ends the two of you don't say much to each other, which Vergil appreciates since how much emotional significance that it had on him and with the feeling that he's glad he got to spend it with you. 

Nero

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He likes killing demons with you, it's in his blood. Just seeing you in action will without fail boost confidence in him and makes him want to show off for you, which ends with him getting hurt and scolded by you many times but he wouldn't have it any other way. 

Well, he really finds himself doing a lot doing jobs with Nico on the road as of late so except a lot of quality time together on jobs and in the van. When the two of you aren't out kicking demon ass expect a ton of sitting around in the van watching whatever happens to come in on Nico's very small and very shitty portable tv, this is when you learn your boyfriend has actually a lot of a surprising amount of trivia on shows that hadn't been in production in decades but are shown as frequent reruns on low quality channels that coincidently air in Fortuna's limited broadcast range. 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

I feel like during the time around dmc 4, Nero at that point was absolutely super embarrassed with the idea of PDA, not even getting started with his insecurities about his arm, but I feel about now after his experience with dating Kyrie for a few years he gotten use to it a little bit. However that doesn't mean he won't get entirely red faced by teasing comments from Dante or Nico even if he was just looking at you for a few seconds longer than he should've.

Fuck yeah he brags about you to others. You're a badass, and he absolutely loves that. During a fight he'll gladly give you a cocky Nero way of approval by saying that even he should try and catch up before flashing you a smug ass grin before revving up Red Queen and jumping into the next hoard of demons.

Again Nero gets embarrassed easily, however unlike his father he's not totally against it but it depends on whose exactly around. For example if it's Lady or Trish, hell even Morrison he's perfectly comfortable with giving you a kiss hello/goodbye or wrapping his arms around you just for the hell of it because he knows that they're chill and won't make a big deal out of it. But if it's anyone else...he feels not so much about it. Dante and Nico tease the hell out of him for days, Patty asks very uncomfortable person questions, Lucia gets really easily flustered about it, and Vergil and Kyrie for personal reasons would just rather not prefer to do anything around them. But every time you are the one to initiate any sort of affection, he'll immediately rub/scratch at his nose with a very dumb founded flustered look on his face. 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Nero is actually a good cook and absolutely loves cooking things for you and that is usually what happens for most dates, no matter how complicated the recipe he just seems to have a natural talent for it. So when it comes not only dates but to holidays as well, it's really funny to see the youngest relative of Sparda cooking away to serve the rest of the company on Christmas day when everyone knows damn well that neither his father or uncle has any clue how to work a kitchen and this is a fact that he holds proudly over his head. 

V 

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Well being Vergil's human half, I still say most things still somewhat apply to him but a little bit differently. V's not really the best partner to spar with for starters (the most I see him doing is letting you train with his familiars) but I feel that he still completely understands the reason why Vergil would desperately want that, but he has a little bit more in himself to have faith in you to know you can more than able to handle yourself with your abilities. 

Like with Vergil, V absolutely loves to read with you. It puts a nice warm feeling in his chest when the two of you are alone and with you in his arms as he reads to you as you both sit against Shadow and Griffon nesting nicely in your lap, all together like a nice small family. 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

V, unlike Vergil, is torn between PDA. Like Vergil, he really does appreciate the privacy of time spent together behind closed doors but also he really does like the feeling of people seeing the two of you together as a couple, it brings out a heavy sense of pride and stroking his ego. 

V doesn't feel need to brag, he's proud of you and if you're with him you should know that by now, but if you're in need of some encouragement he always knows what right thing he's proud of you to pick you tight back up again. 

Kisses from V are never shy, will he do it often in front of others? Occasionally, but never frequent. When he does though they're always sudden and full of spark, you swear his lips are like an instant kill switch to your brain because once you realize that he's kissed you it's already hit you and most of the time you hear whistles and teases from Griffon (and sometimes Nico if she's around) that bring you back earth to (Name). 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Vergil's nightmares plague him a lot, I mean he's literally contracted to them. So expect a lot of countless of nights of him waking up in cold sweat and doing his best to keep his sobs down as the image of Nelo Angelo is burnt into his mind. He would rather not talk about it, but he really does appreciate feeling you holding him through the after shocks. Tracing his tattoos or gently combing your fingers through his hair will slowly calm him down enough to at least lay back down with you and hesitantly fall back asleep knowing you're there to fight off the plagues of his mind at a moments notice.

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #nero x reader #v x reader #dante sparda #vergil sparda #nero sparda #v dmc #mine

[caroline-nighthunter]

-Rating and gushing about every Wizard101 “World”/Arc-  

Imma just gush about my month of Wizard101 and how I finally got to a close “end” of the game.

24/12 Edit: Fixed some typos here and there and added some stuff.

07/09 Edit: KI decided to fully revamp Wiz city also changing some lore so the rating on that is outdated. Might also put my thought of the new Wiz City there once I’m through all the new content.

Arc 1 - Malistaire - 10/10

Prob my favourite.

The writing really ties in every world, even when you speedquest through it.

Contains a lot of my favourite worlds.

I’m still crying over Mali to this day...

(Old) Wizard City - 10/10

Literally the introduction to the game and the place I spent most of my time in when I was a crownless and membershipless young wizard.

Do you want to farm Nightshade or Kraken?

That graphic revamp really punched.

Fave Places To chill: Nightside, Commons, Ravenwood, Cyclops Lane

Krokotopia - 11/10

This world made me fall in love with Wizard101

Egyptian aesthetic o-o

I was once a balance wizard you know?

Cries over the plot in the tomb of storms

Also KROKODILES

Fave Places To chill: Krokosphinx, School Of Balance

Marleybone - 10/10

I liked the Wizard version, but the Pirate version is more my jam.

Everyone is lookin dapper.

Home of the Doc- I mean Professor!

The whole worlds feels like Cats, but with dogs and the plot is Sherlock Holmes.

Barkingham Palace Gear o-o

Fave Places To chill: The Museum. 

Mooshu 7/10

Japan and China vibes

Your usual warlord chaos

Everything is BRIGHT GREEN

It felt  S H O R T

Has pretty nice wand drops

Fave Places To chill: Jade Palace

Dragonspyre 12/10  

This is what you get when you throw Roman aesthetic, Prussian History and a pinch of Russia into a pot.

The amount of subtle history references is making me listen to every line of dialogue I can get from this world.

D R A G O N S

Milos Bookwyrm is kinda a darlin

We kill Mali here :’)

Fave Places To chill: The Atheneum, wherever my battle drake chills

Arc 2 - Morganthe - 9/10

Has nice spots here and there.

Writing is still good, but a little less engaging.

Morganthe was so over the top “bad bitch” that it got annoying

Grandpappy spider was the saving grace of the arc

Celestia - 8/10

Solid world, story was kinda meh

ASTRAL MAGIC

Is this Skull Island??? Why are there water moles??? I thought they only exist in Skull Island????

Basically Atlantis

WAND OF STASIS

Fave Places To chill: Watermole Village

Zafaria - 8/10

Jambo Wizard!

The plot is Belloq and crazy tse-tse zebra ruining everyones day.

All they wanted was a nice zafari, all they got was misery and running into Morganthe worshippers.

Flameingo can’t take it anymore...

“Son I’m disappointed”

Fave Places To chill: Baobab Crown

Avalon - 9/10

Love it, but something is missing?

King Arthur, but you’re Arthur.

How to become a knight 101

FINALLY I CAN GET DEER KNIGHT

The source of Morganthes saltiness

Everyone is prob scared of me because I rode a battle badger during my stay...

Fave Places To chill: Caliburn

Azteca - 9.5/10

Hello and Bye...

I will never be able to do casual side questing here anymore...

The plot was nice, but you know, IRREVERSIBLE DAMAGE WAS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED

Do not speedquest through this if you are a plot person, DO NOT

Cries over birb and dinosaur friends...

The music was the best part of it.

Fave Places To chill: N o w h e r e  a f t e r  t h a t  d a r n  m e t h e o r i t e, almost everywhere before that

Khrysalis - 9.8/10

L O O O O O N G

It was to be expected though

Mouse Guard vibes

The furniture sets for this suck and there is no proper furniture to obtain otherwise...

One Wizard Army (with the help of some deer friends) pls do not kill me for my bad word puns

I’d feel bad about how Morganthe ended, but after Azteca I really don’t have anything left for that whiny bitch...

A lot of people want my head...

Hello there hand- I mean hello there Spider.

Captain Colridge, if you had a pegleg I’d be 100% sure you’re ratbeard gone out of shape.

I love the dynamic changes to the Bastion once you progress

SHADOW MAGIC no one uses though because it’s not worth the pips and time 

Fave Places To chill: Last Woods 

Arc 3 - Spider And Raven - 6/10

Had solid concepts, kinda threw them out of the window

I do not like the writing in a majority of the arc

I think I was so disappointed, because I hyped these worlds up so much, the expectations did not meet reality

The ending was a no no

Plot was barely engaging

I only pushed through this for the concepts of Mirage and Polaris and wanted to see where Grandpappy Spider went

Polaris - 7/10

WAY TOO SHORT

You spent half of the time in the arcanum anyway

I don’t like Mellori, but that is just me

REVOLUTION TIME!

I don’t like that we had to throw a ship worth of fish into the sea, although they apparently still live? Somehow?

Everyone was at full right to overthrow the Empress though, she was horrible.

Where is Napoleguin???

RA RA RATSPUTIN, LOVER OF- wait  w h a t ? ? ?

I don’t like the Arcanum, but I guess I’ll be a part of it.

Fave Places To chill: Walruskberg, Captain Colridges Tavern 

Mirage - 6.5/10

The more you hype, the more you’ll be disappointed...

Again the Spider part of the plot was good, the other was  e h

If I’m going to have to talk to another snobby over the top whiny cat I’m going to lose it.

Boochbeard, where is Mr. Gandry?

Bara Snakes.

Istar stop whining about bugs.

Ozzy you’re my best bud in this.

House themed GEAR, APARTMENTS and MOUNTS, but you gotta defeat a 100 enemies before that...

Love the world design though

THE MAGIC CARPET RIDE

Fave Places To chill: Caravan, anywhere you can wander through endless sand

Empyrea 4/10

This is what happens when you throw too many things together

S t a r  T r e k 

Medulla shut up

The idea to have an isle in the eye of a storm is cool though

Zanadu was kinda meh (prob because I remember most of it just happening in a sewer)

That dance session though, Khan rocks

The dwarfes were also kinda meh, just didn’t fit with the concepts of the previous areas 

Cthulu island was also kinda meh

Ending of the first half was literally Batman and although I know “The Bat” and “The cabal” it kinda came out of nowhere...

And then I pretty much lost interest in the world

The Reverie got me again, nice and fresh mechanics.

I will make a seperate rant on the ending, but no... I don’t like it at all and I don’t see Spider forgiving Raven as a good ending

Felt really forced

Hit some bad spots with me...

I thought we could fight Raven??? >:O

Fave Places To chill: Reverie

Arc 4 - idk what is going on

Karamelle ?/10

Ja moin, guten Tag allerseits.

Haven’t gotten there yet, but man, I’m not up for dictator Nana... :T

Spells look pathetic o k

If you try denglish one more time I’m going to lose it

At this point it’s obvious that KI has a thing for german speaking countries related stuff

Sentinel Marshmallows, do I have to say more? 

Other Worlds

Grizzleheim - 8/10

Vikings

Forshadowing of Raven

It’s ok

Grendleweed

Wintertusk - 8/10

Even more Vikings

Grizzleheim 2.0, but everyone is op and crits

You need the spells, but you don’t want to do it

It’s been too long since I’ve last been there

Wysteria - 9/10

The original snob

At least these weren’t a pain to listen to...

Incompetent teachers make incompetent students.

That hall of fame though.

Actually a nice world to quest through

The aesthetic is nice and they kinda got the cooler library compared to Ravenwood, unless I’m missing out on something.

Fave Places To chill: The library

Aquila - 10/10

Birbs

Was a pain in Pirate, is wonderful in Wiz

SKY IRON HASTA

Secret bosses you seldom find people to fight with

Everyone is salty that you’ve beated them and they don’t even try to hide.

Hades got the best estate.

Cerberus was cute until he became a set of floating heads.

Fave Places To chill: Tartarus

Darkmoor - 9.5/10

“Who hits?” - “Everyone” - *person who asked decides to leave the dungeon*

This happened to me 7 times in a row an U G H

People need to calm down their hitter ego

The dungeons are fun the first times, then they are just an annoyance to farm.

Plot is the Ballad Lenore

GO TO REST MALI

Hit in 5 rounds or say bye bye to your blades

No Feints

Catacombs 11/10

D r a g o n s p y r e  L o r e

Valencia, what are you doin there?

Basically KI’s punch in the face of Pirate101 players

“Oh you want an update? Guess you gotta watch how we recycle Valencia in Wiz”

Dragoon gear - Just like Darkmoor, but this time your suffering has a certain end

Also no exp on your quests?

#Wizard101 #w101 #[ Reviews ]

[kpopfanfictrash]

Fire and Darkness

Member: Seokjin (BTS)

Prompt: Song!drabble, inspired by You Should See Me in a Crown, Bilie Eillish 

Rating: PG-13

Idea: Persephone!Y/N + Hades!Seokjin

WC: 2,421

↳ part of my 30K milestone drabble game

“More wine?” Seokjin offers, politely dabbing his lips with a dark, linen napkin.

The entire table is elegantly set with fine silver plating and red bouquets of poppies. Poppies are your mother’s favorite flower, although you could have told Seokjin she would remain unimpressed. Demeter regards the dinner before her with the stiff boredom of the upper class, deigning to dine with the lesser.

“No, thank you.” Deliberate, the goddess sets down her fork. “I rarely indulge when I travel. Tell me, daughter,” she says, turning to you. “How go things in the Underworld?”

Demeter says the word Underworld in the same way some might say vermin. Arching a brow, Seokjin faces you in tandem. His lips are pressed tightly together, as though he is trying to hold in his laughter.

“The same as usual,” you say with a shrug. “Fire. Torture. Lots of dead people.”

Seokjin’s lips twitch, though he remains silent. His dark aura is prominent, rolling off him in waves. When you first met, you found this to be intimidating but now, his power is merely a comfort to you. A solid reassurance he sits there beside you.

Demeter winces at your bluntness. “Well.” Lifting a small piece of ambrosia, she daintily chews. “At least there are only three months left of your banishment, daughter. Soon, you’ll be home where you belong. On Mount Olympus.”

Seokjin’s grip on his knife tightens. 

He harbors no love lost for Olympus, for the brothers who cast him out with nary a thought. You hold little love for the mountain either, but this is a fact Demeter chooses to ignore.

“Yes, of course,” you say, reaching out for your glass. The dark gemstones of your diadem glimmer when you turn your head. “I welcome the day.”

If your mother truly listened, she would hear the lie in your voice, but Demeter either does not, or will not. Seokjin does, though. His gaze permeates the dark haze of the room; he is looking at you, always looking at you. This is his dominion, after all – the depths of the Underworld. The endless shadow realm with which he was tasked to rule. It is his Kingdom which Demeter insults. Your Kingdom, as well, for six months of the year.

This was the bargain struck behind both of your backs.

Releasing a sigh, Demeter adjusts her fork on the table. “I am sorry this had to be done, darling,” she says, reaching out for your hand. Although you stiffen, you try not to bite back. “Leaving you down here with him... such a horrible God in such a dastardly place…”

Seokjin lifts a brow. “Horrible, yes. Deaf? Sadly not.”

Demeter continues as though he has not spoken. “Trust me,” she says. “I’m doing everything in my power to convince the Pantheon of your return.”

“Oh, please.” Yanking your hand back, you cut into your meal. “As though you weren’t part of the decision to send me here. You wanted to marry me off to the Underworld. You hoped I would mother a new God.”

Your marriage was a surprise to you, although it shouldn’t have been. These things do happen occasionally. The main pantheon of Gods convene and force the marriage of the lesser, hoping for a child who might bolster their ranks. You know this is what happened to you, even if no one will say it outright. 

Demeter’s cheeks turn a faint shade of pink. “That is not why you were sent here.”

“Oh?” Equally delicately, you set your silverware down. “So, am I to believe the official version? The human version? The one where Seokjin saw me, kidnapped me and tied me to his bedposts – yes?”

“Completely inaccurate.” Seokjin continues to chew. “I only tie those to my bed who ask to be tied there.”

You continue glaring at Demeter. “We all know the truth, mother. Let us not play pretend.”

Seokjin’s smile widens at your fierceness. He loves it when you get like this; when you are boiling over with purpose and passion. It was one of the first compliments he gave you. This was after your wedding, spoken out of surprise – that someone as seemingly delicate as you were could command such fierce anger.

Gaze narrowed, you meet your mother’s stare head-on. “Do not enter our home and proceed to spout lies.”

“Our.” Demeter’s lips thin. “My, that did not take long. How quickly the world changes, darling.”

“Does it?” You reach out, tracing a line down the petals of a poppy. Instantly, the blood-red veins brighten. “I have never truly felt Mount Olympus was my home. Not in the same way you do. I am not one of the twelve. I am not in charge of anything big, nor important and I was treated as such. Here, though...” 

You leave your thought unfinished. Lifting your gaze to your mother’s, you settle back in your seat. The darkness becomes you, glinting off your crown.

Demeter clenches her jaw. “You act as though the Underworld is preferable to Olympus.”

“Olympus has never been kind to me.”

“Nor to me.” Casually, Seokjin swirls his wine. “Namjoon has always been rather touchy about the sky and Taehyung, the sea. It is not as though I chose this land to govern, you know. Of course you do,” he says, his upper lip curled. “You were there in the beginning, Demeter.”

Demeter draws herself taller. “And yet,” she says, facing him for the very first time. “You seem to have done well enough for yourself.”

Seokjin’s smile widens. 

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, a river of glowing fire is visible. Steam curls wherever lava touches obsidian, gemstones glimmering on either side. It is a stunning visual, if a somewhat unconventional one. There is nothing like it on Mount Olympus.

“I make do,” Seokjin says simply.

Sniffing, Demeter pushes her chair back to stand. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay for that nightcap,” she says, her hands folded before her. Soft, violet light radiates from her form. “I must return to my duties.”

“Pity.” Your chair screeches when you stand, yet you pay this no mind. “The visit was too short.”

Demeter’s eyes narrow as she nods, as though in agreement. Turning around, she glides across the floor.

In any other domain, Demeter would simply vanish at will. Not in the Underworld though, where beings can only come and go at Seokjin’s behest. Gods and mortals alike must exit in the same manner – rowed across the river Styx by Charon, beneath the gaping jaws of Cerberus.

Seokjin watches your mother leave, a polite smile on his lips. When the door closes behind her, echoing through the room, he holds up a hand. Seokjin waits, listening for something before his body relaxes.

“She’s gone,” he says, glancing your way. “Just exited the palace. Charon will take it from there.”

Still staring at the door, you pull yourself from your thoughts. Turning around, you push your mother from mind as you stride towards the window. Each step you take transforms your clothes, lengthening and darkening from the springtime colors you know your mother prefers. Loosening your hair, you let this fall to your neck.

Coming to a stop, you survey the world at your feet. On your first day in the Underworld, you were determined to hate it. There were no pleasant stories about the darkest of Gods. Seokjin was rumored to be moody and fierce, with the gall of enjoying the hellish Kingdom he ruled.

Of course – as it is with most things concerning the Gods – Seokjin was not as he seemed.

He was moody, yes and he could be fierce when provoked. Never to you though, which you saw right away. The Gods warned you he loved to play games and so, when you met, you had your guard up.

Despite this, he greeted you at the gates for your arrival. Your first day was a tour; Seokjin led you through the Underworld with the same reserved politeness as a tour guide on holiday.

You saw none of his legendary fire and brimstone then – Seokjin merely nodded, leading you around the palace. His realm was nothing at all like what you’d imagined. The other Gods only spoke of the Underworld disparagingly, with a tinge of fear to their tone. They said Seokjin’s Kingdom was the land of dead things, of cold things, but now you know better.

The Underworld is a realm of fire and darkness, of whimsy and spirit – there are no limits within as to what you can achieve. In the reflection of the palace window, you see Seokjin walk up alongside you.

His appearance has also changed with the departure of Demeter. Instead of his company garments, Seokjin is dressed in a plain tunic and trousers. His hair is darker, messier and framing his face. No jewelry adorns his body, save for the gold band upon his finger.

Upon reaching your side, Seokjin glances sideways. “Are you alright?” 

Slowly, you nod. Still staring at the wasteland, your gaze roams molten lakes, rugged mountains and glimmering terrain. Beyond the river Phlegethon, which cuts through the gardens, lies the region of Tartarus wherein rest the damned. Seokjin keeps them close by, lest they escape and harm the rest of the Underworld.

The rest of your kingdom is nothing like this. Elysium is by far your favorite part of your domain – full of golden meadows which smell of baked bread, fields of asphodel which bloom in whimsical colors. Seokjin loves to change them at his fancy. He loves it even more when you do the same.

All other Gods reign over the living. They control whatever handful of mortals populate its surface and yet, beneath it all, you and Seokjin are masters of creation.

Nodding, you turn. “I am,” you assure, stepping closer.

Reaching out, Seokjin delicately tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He looks at you tenderly, despite the fire to his gaze. In response, a blistering heat spreads over your body. Before you met Seokjin, you didn’t understand this connection. You only knew of want, of need – never of this. Never of love.

The first few months in his land were admittedly lonely. Seokjin gave you space, staying as far away from the palace as possible. He thought he was granting you a favor by this; he thought you hated him, like the rest of the Gods.

With time though, the ice between you began to thaw. Your glances lengthened in nature, touches softened and lingered. Before you knew what was happening, you were paying attention. 

You found Seokjin not as serious as the rest of the Gods said. Most of his fierceness was reserved for his domain. When he was not ruling, Seokjin dearly loved to laugh. One night he said he loved your laugh the most.

When you returned to Olympus, you didn’t realize how difficult the separation would be.

You thought you would enjoy being home. You imagined when you came back things would return to normal, but the shadows of Seokjin clung to your existence. Most nights you lay awake and imagined his touch. Most days, your thoughts strayed to his arms, to his kisses and the inexorable sound of his laughter.

Without him, the halls of Olympus felt strangely empty.

You only saw him once during those long summer months – the solstice; a night where all gods gathered on Mount Olympus to celebrate. Even Seokjin was to attend, the mighty God of the Underworld, who rarely left his realm of darkness.

The moment he set foot on the mountain, you knew. You could feel his presence in your bones, you glanced up when he entered and found him looking at you. When your gazes met, he softened. When you saw him, you strengthened.

And then, you realized everyone around you had stiffened. That was when you saw Olympus for what it truly was. As the bride of the Underworld, you finally saw how they treated him. Seokjin was a God. He was a member of the Pantheon, one of the most powerful beings in existence and yet, he was held separate.

Seeing how cruel the Olympians were tore you apart; it replaced the ache in your chest with a fierce desire.

When your six months of penance were over, you fairly flung yourself across the river Styx. Seokjin waited calmly when you ran into his arms. That was the moment you realized where you belonged. 

At home – with him.

Tilting your chin upwards, you meet Seokjin’s gaze. “You aren’t horrible, you know.”

He raises a brow. “How rude,” he says as he draws you near. “I don’t come into your home and insult your better nature.”

“This is my home.”

“Oh, right.” Seokjin hovers above your mouth. “The sentiment stands.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you chide, sliding hands up his back.

Seokjin shivers – the fearsome lord of the Underworld, undone by your touch. “I wouldn’t,” he admits, bending to brush his nose with yours.

Satisfied, your grip on him tightens. Since you fell in love, you have found parts of yourself which lay dormant before. You uncovered a carnal, seductive woman who takes what she desires. Before, you always asked for permission. Before, you always waited for permission to be granted.

With Seokjin though, you’re his Queen and there is no need to ask. He encourages you to act on your desires – insists upon it.

Tilting your head, you brush your lips with his. The moment before your lips touch, something inexplicable crosses his expression. Something almost like uncertainty, which gives you pause.

“What is it?” you say, pulling back.

Seokjin hesitates, which is unusual. Although he is quiet, Seokjin speaks his mind freely to you. Still, the shadows behind him seem to lengthen with each passing second.

“Do you…” His normally stoic gaze flickers. “Do you wish Demeter to be successful?”

“What do you mean?” 

Seokjin strokes your cheek with his thumb. “The rest of the Pantheon put you here. My brothers put you here. It was not your choice to marry me, even if I did not ask. Do you ever… wish to return?”

Your answer requires no pause. “No.”

“No?”

“No,” you say, stepping closer. Pressing your chest to his, you look up. “My burden is not what you imagine it to be.”

“No?” Seokjin seems mildly amused by your certainty. “Pray tell.”

“Perhaps it was at first,” you admit, wanting to be honest. “I didn’t want to leave the world I knew. But now...” You glance past him, to where the river Phlegethon cuts a golden path through the gardens. It sends a strange hum of rightness through you. “I would not be anywhere else. My burden now is being parted from you,” you whisper, returning to Seokjin.

Hope flickers, however brief, within his dark gaze.

“You brought me to life,” you say, hands sliding up his back. “With you,” you add, meeting his gaze. “I finally feel like myself.”

Something sparks in him then, lowering his beautiful brow to yours. “You are the only alive thing in this world,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin. “If I played the smallest part in this, my Queen, then consider me satisfied.”

“Satisfied?” you purr, lips lifted in a smile.

Seokjin’s dark gaze turns carnal. “Never,” he confesses, kissing you deeply.

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[dearophelia]

For the fic ask, would it be terrible if I asked for all of them for 'gonna set your flag on fire?' If that's too many, any and all of the ones that excite you the most.

HI NO NOT TERRIBLE AT ALL

gonna set your flag on fire

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I didn't want to write an entire family history story that was required reading before anything for this story made sense, but also wanted everyone to know who the hell these people were and where they came from and what all the relevant history is. Hence, important flashbacks.

2: What scene did you first put down?

It's been a long long time since I started writing this fic, so I'm not honestly sure what the first scene was. Probably that very first moment, with Nora on her grandparents' porch, because I felt it was really important to show everyone from the very beginning that she was going to be okay.

3: What's your favorite line of narration?

Holding up his hands in defeat, Hackett gives in. “I will bring it up with the others,” he says. “But,” he softens his voice, and she knows that it’s now Steven talking to Olivia, not Admiral Hackett talking to Captain Shepard, “are you going to be able to give her up to us if something does happen?”

She squares her shoulders, looks him right in the eye, and lies. “Yes.”

4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?

bear (ha) with me here, but this interaction is fucking gold:

“Two o’clock,” Alle says. “Vakarian, check it out.”

She scopes in where Alle indicated. Nothing but trees. “I don’t see anything,” she says. But then movement catches her eye. “Wait,” she flips on her scope’s infrared sensors. “That’s…large,” she says, flatly. “It looks kind of like a bear.”

“Grizzly bear or black bear?” Carlos asks.

“It’s a bear,” Micah says, “what does it…?”

“They act differently,” Carlos says. “A grizzly would –”

“Neither,” Nora says, cutting off the incoming discussion on Earth-based bear behavior. “It’s got a long tail, for one thing.”

“Then it’s not a bear,” Carlos says.

“You have binoculars, you look at it.”

There’s a quiet shuffle as Carlos pulls out his binoculars. “That’s…Nora, what the hell, that doesn’t even look remotely like a bear.”

She glares in Carlos’ general direction. “Oh, you know what.”

Jonah coughs pointedly. “Let’s table the classification discussion and focus on whether it’s going to eat us.”

A few moments pass in silence, and then the shuffling noise repeats as Carlos puts his binoculars back. “There wasn’t anything about this in the planetary file, so it’s probably not an issue.”

“Because that’s not logic that hasn’t bitten us in the ass before,” Alle scoffs.

“I’m just saying, if the vorcha knew about the mutated pyjaks, the venomous snakes, and the extremophile bacteria that causes both, they would probably know if an eight-foot-tall predator was making its home in the jungle. They’re dumb, but they’re not that dumb.”

Nora practically hears Jonah rolling his eyes.

“Well, let’s hope that they’re dumb, but they’re not that dumb is an accurate analysis, but let’s go a little out of our way to avoid the bear anyway,” Jonah says. “Move out.”

“It’s not a bear,” Carlos starts.

5: What part was hardest to write?

Trying to write this rescue sequence has been the worst. Like I'm sure it'll turn out great. But right now it's a lot of tedium. I literally filmed the blocking with post-its and action figures on my phone three years ago (before we were anywhere near there in the plot) and have not gotten it written down.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

It's long. I normally write in the under-2k range but this is lengthier. It also noticeably has plot. Normally I write scenes or feelings or aesthetics. There's plot in this one, despite my absolute hatred of plot.

7: Where did the title come from?

my flag boy said to your flag boy, sittin' by the fire. my flag boy said to your flag boy, i'm gonna set your flag on fire.

Legit though, Phoebe Tonkin is Nora's faceclaim, and there's an episode of The Originals named "gonna set your flag on fire" and it got stuck on my head on loop until I decided it would be the title of the at-the-time-untitled Norafic. Serendipitously, it works as a taunt between Cerberus and the Alliance.

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

I'm sure that something or someone was inspired by real life interactions I've had with people, but I cannot for the life of me pinpoint anything specifically.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

There are a lot of cut scenes and I've worked and reworked pieces to the point where the original isn't recognizable anymore, but that's just editing. There aren't any true alternate versions.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

Besides the fact that it's their daughter, no other pairing, and I literally mean no other pairing, that I write would be standing after this story. None of them.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

All the stuff I got to make up because this happens 30 years post-canon. Nora's squad, James as CO, galactic politics, several space stations, etc. World-building is the best part of fic, as far as I'm concerned.

12: What do you like least about this fic?

That I actually have to write it instead of just opening up my brain and dumping it out onto a page and having it magically create itself. I have the whole thing filmed out in my head, it's just a matter of writing it down and that's hard.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

It changes depending on what scene I'm working on. But here's the official soundtrack.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Go absolutely wild with OCs, it's fine.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

Plot is hard, which is less a lesson I learned from this fic in particular but more a lesson I learned several years ago that got even more cemented by this fic. I hate plot, but it really pays off.

#oph texts (writing edition)

[fireproofheart]

Endgame Speculation

So I accidentally wrote a three page essay.

Tldr:

Caleb is consecuted,

the city(tm) is full of evil mages doing blood sport who want to unlease the chained oblivion,

Molly and Lucien are totally separate souls,

The empire knows more than it should about the beacons and the city

Ok so I decided about ten years ago that the astral city was actually where the souls that are stored in the beacon exist while they’re waiting to be reborn. Initially, I’d thought that they’d find Molly there, but clearly his body is already up and running. Anyways I think the city is some kind of phantasmal double of Aeor that they created to store the souls of mages who had reached umavi. Now I know there’s been lots of talk of a god killing weapon, but what if it’s that all these super powerful mages souls are in the city waiting to be unleashed. And then if you take to alpha and alpha to be a reference to the rebirth cycle (I go into that in this post) “We trek 'til homeward bound we be” makes sense as something like we drag ourselves through life after life through the rebirth cycle until we reach enlightenment and head back to the city and I think Lucien has figured this out, but Vess hadn’t (remember she was so close to figuring out the book).

I also think it’d be fun if the mages do actually have a god killing weapon up there but what they have is that they think they’ll be able to control the chained oblivion (I don’t think they actually can) but like what if they want to set it free so that it will destroy the divine gate and go kill a bunch of gods so that they can ascend? They might not even think that they can control it, they might just be banking on becoming gods and being able to defeat it.

So like what if there’s all this talk about umavi and perfecting your soul in the Dynasty, but that’s not it at all. What if it’s actually go through lives until you get powerful enough that the mages in the city are like oh hey come on in. We also know sometimes if you go through too many of these cycles you can go nuts. So like I wonder if the black city mages are just nerfing people who get too powerful and who aren’t good candidates to join them, or if they’re like trying to shape a world they want to come back to.

Like maybe ‘umavi’ is really just a shitty club running around hunting shit, like Halas had dreadnaught chained up in his basement essentially and also was messing around with using astral projection to achieve immortality, so why wouldn’t other mages be doing similar bullshit? We know something related to the city is hunting through the planes like Vokodo was Terrified. And if these beings are so enlightened why would they be sitting on top of like some kind of literal hell and engaging in blood sport??  Also what if the wizards knew it would be a hell city so they're all asleep and everyone who wasnt prepared to go is having a miserable time being hunted through an otherwise empty city? And this also works with Matt’s themes about false gods and blind faith!!

So, If we follow the line of thought about the city, it makes sense that the beacons are ancient Zemnian artifacts, created by the mages to ensure their immortal life. Halas was obsessed with immortality, so I think this tracks. I also have a suspicion that nine eyes is related to the governing structure that the mages used pre-calamity, possibly like a Cerberus Assembly type deal, like one for every school of magic.

Anyways! I think at least one of the assembly members possibly more have figured that out and that’s what they’re actually trying to do with the beacon. I think that initially, the assembly thought that the beacon was the ancient weapon, but I think they’ve realized it isn’t. So I think Trent is trying to recreate the consecution process so that they can continue using the rebirth cycle. That man has made some weird comments that hint about immortality, like how he doesn’t ever plan to leave his office, how he wants caleb to kill him etc. I think this raises the possibility that he’s already figured out consecution I also think it’s an interesting possibility that Trent himself is consecuted and has the memories of a pre calamity wizard, but probably the only way that’s possible is if he wasn’t that powerful, otherwise he’d know all these secrets the Empire is trying to decode.

I think what he is doing is looking for Zemnian kids who might be consecuted souls. We all know Trent loves to fuck with memories, he does this shit constantly. So he’s picking up kids he thinks might be cycling souls and trying to extract or trigger their memories while he trains them to be loyal to the empire, so he can command some real powerful mages. I think it’s also very possible that some of the experiments he ran on them were to try and discover or recreate this consecution process. We know he was up to some Bullshit, but not what exactly. We also know that he’s doing all this when they’re teenagers, which is when their memories are supposed to be returning.  

My guess is that only Caleb is actually one of the souls from the city. Also it’d be super fun if he was the soul of Mr. Destruction council member because I think that’d be a fun motive for Trent to be beating destruction magic into him (aside from the practicalities of course). But if Caleb is consecuted, it explains his dream when he slept near the beacon. Where he saw a dark sphere, which I think was the city, and multiple versions of himself. Matt  also  particularly said there were 17 selves which is a high number of rebirths (the bright queen has like 8 and shes starting to lose it) which goes to my theory that he has a super powerful soul. Also aligns with Trent telling him that ‘he has unlimited potential, unlike Astrid and Eodwulf’. And another thing he saw which tends to get overlooked, is a flame and when he looked at it, it felt familiar and overwhelming and he had to stop focusing on it bc he could feel all of his selves pulling at him. Which brings me to my next point.

Trent said that he traumatized Caleb to help him grow and that man basically never lies, he just talks around the truth. He also said that he thinks Caleb could be an assembly member and that other assembly members have been through similar situations. In the Dynasty, the memories don’t come back automatically, it’s just little flashes and then you have to have someone train you to remember your past lives. But the Empire doesn’t know about that process bc its super secret, so they have this other one that uses trauma to trigger the memories.

So I have two thoughts, one that maybe this works for some of the other souls that have gone through it, but if Caleb is one of the Pre Calamity assembly members who had reached a state of ‘umavi’, there was too much information coming through and his mind broke. And now he can’t access those memories at all, not because they’re magically supressed, but because they’re too wrapped up in his trauma. He started freaking out a bit in the dream when he felt the souls pull at him and looked into the fire and I think until he deals with allll that, he’s not going to be able to remember, if he ever can.

Or! I think it’s also possible If his soul was up there in the party part of the city and was like oh hi I don’t feel like hunting people for spORt anymore and got reborn on purpose and actively doesn’t want to remember.  Who really knows.

But if this is the case and Trent was trying to run that process, it would also makes sense as to why he would keep Caleb around for that long in the asylum if he was still trying to dig them memories out. If the second possibility is right it also provides an interesting possibility that the woman in the asylum went nuts when she healed his mind, because if she tried to heal the second part and his soul was actively resisting and lashed out… like heyooo. Caleb being secretly super powerful and evil in his soul, but choosing to act against that also is a nice tie in with the themes around identity that we’ve seen so far.

Where do Vess and Lucien come into this?

I think Vess is trying to release the souls from the city and hadn’t quite figured out how. I think that she used Lucien as a test run for being the nonagon and sent his soul to the astral plane to go into the city using the book and then as part of the ritual, cut the tether to his body so he could go off and do whatever. So it tracks that he killed Vess if he thought that she tried to kill him/did kill him/didn’t tell him that he could die or whatever. It also wouldn’t surprise me if she was prepared to be the nonagon herself even at that point, but wanted to use Lucien because the risk of death was so high.

So anyways, the ritual failed technically, because an ‘umavi’ mage didn’t pop into Lucien’s body to come tell her how to release the souls (possibly by unleashing the chained oblivion lmao) When you cut someone’s tether, they die instantly so I think she did that, a soul didn’t appear and she went fuck ok so that didn’t work. They tried to resurrect him, didn’t work, so they left. But I think the ritual did work in a way. I think they called a soul from the city, just not the one they  wanted and it took longer than they’d expected.

So Molly wakes up, has no memories of this nonsense, because as he said the entire time he was alive, whoever he was before isn’t him. And if the souls can’t interact with other souls there and they think it’s an empty hell city what if that’s why Molly came back saying empty because that’s how it seemed to him??

So Lucien accidentally gets stuck wandering around with all the other trapped souls. And what if that speaks to Lucien’s motivation to try and bring them all back. Like he’s been wandering around the shitty part of the city for years while Molly was up and running and the black city mages have promised him that he won’t have to go back there if he brings them back to the material plane. So I think Lucien mostly knows how to do this and like maybe needs that book for the technicalities, but I also think he’s going to Aeor to go find another beacon to use for the ritual. And obvi when Kree resurrected Lucien, he actually came back this time because his soul was willing and Molly’s wasn’t.

So I think Vess was trying to figure out how the ritual had failed, but I think after the nein told her about Molly and shit, she’s probably figured out that really the only piece she was missing was how to get the soul she wanted.  I think that missing piece is probably a beacon and that you could possibly use them to communicate in a way or draw the specific souls from the city. But I think it took her too long to figure it out because the beacons are super important to the peace effort, and I don’t think she’d be able to sneak off with one right now, so I think she was going to Aeor hoping to find another one. I think if she had, she would have become a vessel for an umavi mage and she would have learned how to bring back the city and I think right now, we’re in danger of Lucien doing exactly that.

My final point is that a lot of people have been saying it feels like we’re getting into the endgame of the campaign with the stuff that’s happening now. I agree. I also think it would be very tidy if Matt had wrapped Molly and Caleb’s story arcs around each other to end the campaign. Also having them defeat the literal past, the assembly and possibly a god would be a baller way to end it.

#critical role #critical role speculation #critical role conspiracy theory #cr speculation #cr meta #meta #cr conspiracy theories #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #vess derogna #trent ikithon #the astral sea #cr spoilers #c2e114 #me #criticalrole #critrole #c2 #end spec #caleb #molly #vess #lucien #npc2

[octerminal]

I learned after I made my previous post that Pinnacle Station DLC won’t be included in the remaster, which is objectively no big loss considering it’s basically just a worse, less fun, proto-version of Armax Arsenal in Citadel DLC and genuinely doesn’t add much of anything to the main plot or trilogy in general, buuuuut

I am absurdly attached to it, because I am absurdly attached to the apartment you get on Intai’sei, because it’s actually a huge thing for Nadia in my canon.¹

Like: she’s earthborn! She‘s never had a place of her own. She has no family that she can crash with. On shore leave, she relies on shitty motels or Arcturus dorms. And neither of those are things she has any control over decorating or making “hers.”

In game the place is nothing special² (which makes sense to a degree - it is a rural colony, but like, they don’t even show it having a kitchen or bathroom) so I do imagine it a little differently than how it appears in canon, especially because I imagine Nadia spends the rest of the game purchasing things to furnish it how she likes it. Stocking up on food, necessities. Buying a workbench so she has a designated area where she can tinker on shit. Installing kinetic barriers in the solarium only to find out Ahern is just as paranoid as she is and already did that, so then she just upgrades it to the fancy levels only Spectres and other elites have access to.

She does it bit by bit, since dropping a lot of money at once is something she’s not comfortable with, but like, it does help that she also has a decent amount of savings since she never goes anywhere special or does much of anything except Alliance work. (That’s what having no family and, like, one pre-Normandy friend does to a person. And that pre-Normandy friend is also Alliance and never takes extended shore leave either, anyway.) Like, the most expensive thing she buys on the regular is good quality food instead of Alliance provided crap.³

She probably even sets up an entire VI that’ll alert her to sales and criminally good deals, because no way is she buying anything at full price, ever. (Except the new Savant. She doesn’t skimp on tech.)

Point being: she spends a lot of what downtime she does have thinking about that apartment and making it hers. I imagine that she takes what small amount of items she does own out of storage and has it sent there. I imagine that after the first game, it’s where she spends at least half of her allotted shore leave once she’s been medically cleared. And she definitely wonders what the hell happened to it after she wakes up in ME2.

Which is a good question, because who even knows what the legal precedent is on reclaiming your home after you were declared legally dead? Who even owns it at that point? Nadia has no family, and doesn’t really own enough things to warrant her regularly updating whatever will she has. I would assume it defaults to the prefab company that built it, or the colony itself, but either way, can you imagine trying to sort out that legal paperwork while dealing with Cerberus and the Collectors?

Lmao: maybe this is what she spends her time under house arrest doing. Too bad it probably then gets Reaperfied in the third game. I’m retconning Nadia’s character development; the only reason she wants to destroy the Reapers now is because they laser beamed her house.

(Jokes aside, I do imagine that Anderson visits the place after her death and puts some of the items she’d left after her relatively short stay there back into storage, because even if it’s useless to her now...well, it doesn’t feel right to him to just throw it away.)

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¹Also, in the novelization that exists in my head and struggles to ever exist outside of it, it’s also significant in regards to fleshing out Nadia and Liara’s weird relationship. Mainly because I imagine Liara does not actually have that much experience with guns since she’s a civilian scientist and a powerful biotic anyway (she even says herself she’s never been in a situation before Therum where her biotics could not handle any wildlife or miscellaneous threat) so why would she? And, well, Nadia has a poor temperament for teaching.

²This works out anyway, since the apartment Anderson gifts you on the Citadel is way too gaudy for her tastes. Like, just a gross display of wealth, and she’s not a fan. Also, it’s way too big, has way too much open space, and she’s way too paranoid of a person to ever be comfortable with either of those things.

(This makes shopping for a place together with Kaidan post-war very fun, and by very fun I actually mean funny, because he absolutely has Rich Person Tastes. Minimalist Rich Person Tastes. Getting them to agree on anything outside security measures - because Kaidan also lowkey fails at being a functioning civilian - is a practice in compromise.)

(Side note: I actually super love that we’re able to decorate the apartment in Citadel DLC and I wish they had actually given us way more options. Like, no, BioWare, you don’t understand. I almost exclusively play the Sims at this point as a building and decorating simulator. I need more options than this.)

³Kaidan’s line about how he’s flirting with her because he heard the captain’s mess gets better food is accurate in the sense that, actually, yeah, Nadia totally would hoard ship-friendly food she got on stations or worlds, to either partially substitute or spice up the MREs.

#ch: nadia shepard #i will also slightly miss winning vidinos' cherished weapon from him #and then immediately reducing it into omni-gel #do not underestimate how absurdly attached i am to a lot of me1 #even when there is objectively nothing of substance there #because that's what happens when you play a game like 30 plus times #helena blake? maeko matsuo? love you two #definitely more than a lot of other actually important NPCs #anyway i’m not gonna apologize for talking about nadia so much lately #but i promise i will return to gifs at some point lol #niche kaidan content...my specialty

[xb-squaredx]

Please Don’t Sleep on Hades

2020’s…been a real year, huh? At a time when in-person gatherings aren’t much of a thing and people have to stay in, video games are suddenly a pretty attractive option. That said, few games have really grabbed me this year; in a roundabout way, 2020’s been a year of reruns, as I go through a lot of games I’ve already played or games that are just yesterday’s news (but new to me!). However, in the nick of time, the folks at Supergiant Games delivered unto us their latest title, Hades. While they’ve been working on this game for years, with it hitting Early Access on Steam back in 2018, the full version of Hades finally hit Steam, the Epic Game Store and made the leap to consoles with the Switch, which is where I picked it up. It has been a WHILE since I’ve had a game grab me so strongly so early on, and I’ve been hearing this game’s praises for years now already, so allow me to happily state why I think Hades is worthy of the hype and is a fantastic game I’d easily recommend!

DADDY ISSUES

OK, so first things first…you don’t actually play as Hades in this game, but rather his son Zagreus. Ol’ Zag has had it with his father, and tries to literally fight his way out of hell to reach the surface, and no matter what his old man puts in his way, Zagreus (and the player) will meet the challenge. And probably die, but hey, that’s OK! In the underworld, death is more of an inconvenience than anything else, so after taking a moment to dust himself off, Zagreus will head out for another attempt. For as long as it takes.

Hades is a rogue-like, meaning it’s a game based around randomization and adaptation. On any given “run” of the game, the level layouts, enemies present and the variety of power-ups Zagreus can find will be left to chance, with the player challenged to amass the best build they can to eventually break out of hell and reach the human world and if you die…start from scratch. That said, Hades is among the ever-growing sub-genre of rogue-lites, in that there IS some permanent progression, which takes a bit of a sting out of dying, but more on that later. Now, most games of this type aren’t really big on story. They have a premise that’s little more than an excuse to play. Splunkey wants you to explore a cave, The Binding of Isaac sees you escaping a basement and in Enter the Gungeon you uh…e-enter the gun—you get the point! But what separates Hades from most rogue-likes/lites is that there actually IS a very interesting story that unfolds as you play.

There’s more to Zag’s desire to get to the surface than just getting away from his father, though their strained relationship certainly doesn’t help matters, and over the course of your many, MANY escape attempts, players learn of the rather screwed-up nature of Zagreus’ family of deities, though any mythology nut could tell you to expect that. Hades has an incredibly charismatic cast, superb voice acting across the board, and some real sharp writing that really got me wanting to meet anyone and everyone and learn more about this world. You’re likely to run into Hypnos first, who always has a “tip” ready for you when you meet your end to a given enemy or hazard, or the fabled hero Achilles, who acts as a mentor to Zagreus. There’s Dusa, the adorably frazzled flying gorgon head who acts as the House of Hades’ maid, and of course…Megaera, of the Furies.

She serves as the first proper boss in the game, and will be a pretty sizable challenge for most players, but as you eventually overcome her again and again, she and Zagreus end up attempting to reconnect with each other, and her recurring fights become an excuse to flirt and test each other. I may as well say too that it’s easy to fall in love with the characters in this game because…I-I mean, just look at them! This game is a bisexual’s paradise, that’s all I’ll say.

A bit of a fun fact, but Zagreus’ voice actor, Darren Korb, is also a composer at Supergiant, so he’s a man of many talents, since Hades has a killer score. From the laid-back tunes at the House of Hades where you can unwind and recharge after a botched run, to the pulse-pounding boss theme, there’s some GREAT music on display here. And that’s before you meet Orpheus and Eurydice, two characters with amazing singing voices that, if you play your cards right, might start singing together. The game’s visuals, meanwhile, aren’t a slouch either. While the level layouts are randomized, everything manages to look well-crafted, each region of the underworld having their own distinct look and feel. The fiery pits of Asphodel end up juxtaposing well with the paradise that is Elysium. Now, character models are generally less-detailed since the camera stays zoomed out to give players a good view of the action, but the portraits for the various characters more than make up for it with their distinct, detailed designs. A-And I’m not just saying that because everyone’s hot! Now, admittedly you might take a look at Zag and think he’s nothing but an edgelord and the game itself might be taking itself too seriously, but in reality, Hades strikes a pretty good balance, and definitely carries a sense of humor. Characters love to snark at each other, the various Shades chilling in the House of Hades’ lounge have some funny conversations you can listen in on and all told, the game only gets serious when appropriate. Really, I have no real complaints with the game on a presentation level; it’s all aces so far, and thankfully the game-y part follows suit!

LIVE.DIE. REPEAT.

Hades is best described as a dungeon-crawler. You have an isometric view as you move about, avoiding hazards and fighting off enemies as you climb each chamber on your way to the surface. Defeat every enemy in a chamber and get a reward. Sounds simple enough until you factor in all of the various permutations of events; Hades aims to make sure no two runs are alike, with different enemies, power-ups and challenges awaiting you. All of this is doled out slowly, as with each subsequent playthrough you begin to have more of the game unraveled. First and foremost, Zagreus can gain various Boons from the other Olympian Gods, who are sympathetic to his plight and lend him some power if he makes contact with them. Each God has their own twist on the abilities they grant Zagreus. They can all increase his stats in some way, or affect either his dash ability or his Cast, a projectile attack. For Zeus, naturally, all of Zagreus’ moves will gain an electric effect, whereas Artemis focuses more on upping Zag’s critical hit chance. Dionysus, the God of Wine, grants you the “hangover” status effect, allowing your attacks to uh…make enemies drunk? Sure! You’ll be given a random selection of three Boons to pick from, of varying rarities. Over the course of a run, you might try to nab as many Boons from the same God as possible, or vary it up and see which abilities synchronize together. At times, you might even be granted a Duo Boon, where two Gods decide to combine their power for a special ability that plays to both of their strengths. Still, at other times, you might be forced into a Trial of the Gods, where you must choose one God’s Boon over the other, with the snubbed God lashing out afterwards. Hey, just because they’re Gods, doesn’t mean they’re nice. Of course, you’ve also got a variety of health and weapon upgrades too. In fact, let’s gush about the weapons for a second, shall we?

At the time of writing, Hades has six weapons to play with. You start with a sword, which is the all-rounder of the set, but as you gain keys to unlock more weapons, you can start to really experiment. The bow and rail cannon serve as ranged options with different approaches, while the spear is the melee weapon with the best range at the cost of pure power. The shield grants you absolute defense at the cost of range, while the gauntlets let you unleash your fisticuffs on underworld scum, though leave you with limited ranged attacks. Each weapon has specific Boons and weapon upgrades you can find as well, some of which can radically alter how a weapon works. The rail cannon, for example, fires a lot faster than the bow, but this is balanced by needing to manually reload…unless you get a weapon upgrade that gives you unlimited ammo with the only catch being that you can only do burst fire. Adding to this, players eventually unlock hidden Aspects of weapons, morphing them into different forms which can also influence their moveset. Change the shield to the Aspect of Zeus, and when you throw your shield Captain America style, it stays out and continually spins, dealing tons of damage over time and effectively forcing enemies to get sliced to bits if they want to get near you. I didn’t expect this game to have half this many weapons or to have them balanced so well. Really, just like anything else, weapons are another tool you can poke and prod and experiment with until you get a truly killer collection of Boons and upgrades that let you just demolish anything in your way. It’s very satisfying when you finally clear a run with a great build…though depending on the RNG, you WILL get some crummy builds, but that’s the nature of the rogue-like!

It’s likely that a bad build (or really, just getting hit with a new boss or enemy you aren’t prepared for) will lead to a death, but as already established, death isn’t really that much of an inconvenience in the underworld. Zagreus just spawns back at home and is free to immediately try to escape again, but this brief reprieve lets you chat up whoever happens to be around, give them gifts, advance some side-quests, pet your dog Cerberus and practice with weapons and such before you’re ready to go at it again. It’s after a run that you also get to spend a lot of the spoils of your escape attempts. While you lose Boons and weapon upgrades and the like upon death, there’s a LOT of various items you keep with you that have plenty of uses. Darkness shards are used for permanent skills that can be applied to Zagreus, like Death’s Defiance, which grants Zagreus another life upon dying, which can eventually be upgraded to give him THREE extra lives, just as an example. Precious gems can be used to fund a variety of cosmetic changes to the House of Hades. Just because Zagreus doesn’t want to live there anymore, doesn’t mean he can’t at least make it look good! Nectar can be gifted to other characters to improve your relationships with them, with bottles of Ambrosia being required later on, while special keys can be used to unlock weapons, more upgrades for your Darkness shards, or just used as a secondary currency for trade. There’s really a LOT of different items to mess around with, though admittedly if you’re the type to want to max out EVERYTHING you’ll be in it for the long haul, as there is not only a LOT of stuff to upgrade and purchase, but the random nature of things means rewards are never a guarantee. Though it’s worth noting the game’s totally beatable without going nuts with completion. Which I guess leads me to the biggest compliment I can give this game: even after “beating” it, I still can’t stop playing, and there’s plenty of reason to keep going.

REPLAYS AND REWARDS

So, full disclosure, I’ve gotten Zagreus to the surface. Several times, actually. But I haven’t quite “beaten” the game yet. In fact, at the risk of sounding pretentious, it is as if the true game begins after you’ve beaten it once. Without getting into specifics, let’s just say the game gives you a very good in-story reason to keep playing, and you won’t reach credits without several completed runs under your belt. And even then, there’s still stuff to do. I’m almost 30 hours into Hades and I’ve barely scratched the surface honestly. Every major character has their own sidequest you can undergo, but it can be slow goings when it comes to advancing them. Trying out all the weapons and boons and different combinations will easily take dozens of hours to fully experience, though the game has a handy in-game list of what you’ve done and haven’t done, as well as in-game achievements with tangible rewards that will spur you on. I was admittedly surprised at how dense of a game Hades can be. A successful run will likely take you somewhere between a half-hour to an hour, which is pretty devious. Just long enough to stay engaging throughout, and short enough that I can keep convincing myself that I have time for “one more run” and then suddenly several hours have gone by. Strangest thing.

Something that’s become a bit of a staple of Supergiant’s work is customizable difficulty, various modifiers you can flip on to make the game harder if you so desire, which in Hades takes the form of the Pact of Punishment. After a successful run, you can turn on a given pact to spice things up for subsequent runs. Maybe enemies do a bit more damage, or you give yourself a super strict time limit to clear a run. You can give enemies armor that makes them sturdier, or jack up the in-game shop’s prices. You can even be forced to give up Boons in order to advance past certain doors! Probably the most impressive Pact is Extreme Measures, which ends up greatly affecting the boss fights in the game…trust me when I say you won’t be ready for them the first time you flip that on. Activating a given pact increases a “heat gauge” that, should it reach a given level, will end up granting you various special items to help with fully upgrading and unlocking stuff. Of course, with each successful run completed with a given Pact activated, you’ll have to raise the heat more and more in order to keep getting these upgrade materials so be prepared. You can also still gain these materials (albeit at a much slower rate) playing through the game normally though, and there’s really no penalty for choosing NOT to activate a given pact. On the flip side of things, there’s also a God Mode you can toggle on that makes Zagreus a little stronger with each death, which can help those that want to see more of the story but are struggling with the game. Have your God Cake and eat it too!

All and all, this game just delivers on every level and I’ve been devouring it since release whenever I have a spare minute. You can see that Supergiant is taking all the lessons they learned from each previous game and combined it to make what is easily their best game yet. I don’t throw around words like “masterpiece” lightly, but Hades is just such a slam dunk that I’m sorely tempted to call it just that. I mean, if you hate rogue-likes, I’m not sure if Hades will really push you over the edge admittedly? You get way more rewards retained after death than just about any other rogue-like I’ve played, but if you’re the type that hates having to constantly adapt and not being able to memorize what’s coming, I can see this not working for you. But for me at least, I’ve had an absolute blast with the game and the only issue I really have with it is a small nitpick at best. When it comes to getting to know various characters, you can talk to them and give them Nectar or Ambrosia as a gift right? But what happens if they don’t show up on a given run? Or what if they DO show up, but they’re locked into a conversation with someone else? That means you can’t really advance anything with them until a given dice roll pities you. MEGAERA I THINK YOU’RE COOL, PLEASE JUST TALK TO M—oh sorry, don’t know where that came from… So yeah, that’s the nittiest of picks.

I adore this game’s cast, the voice work and music is excellent to the ear, the combat is engaging, the gameplay loop is addicting…need I say more? I mean, I’ve said almost 3000 words, but to really sum it up…I highly recommend Hades and I hope you don’t pass it up if you’re even remotely interested. You can find it on Steam, the Epic store and Switch as of right now, and I don’t think you could go wrong with any version.

Blood and darkness await you.

-B

#Hades #Hades game #supergiant games #hades supergiant #zagreus #megaera #rouge like #nintendo switch #xb-squaredx

[mashbits]

Um... hi! So uh, even though I requested to other people, I never saw a MC with cynophobia! I feel left out 🥺 everybody saying they want to pet Cerberus while I would stay away from that thing. So basically, if it's not a problem, can you do a MC with cynophobia for the brothers? (If you want you can do also the undatebles) Also, uh, expecttohavesomemorerequestsfromme. Thank you!

I don’t see it around much so I’d be glad to provide!! I’ll be waiting for more requests then~ 😚

MC with cynophobia + the brothers

Warnings ;; dogs, mostly fluff

mc is gender neutral!

Lucifer 🐺

Ah, the big dog daddy

Cerberus is his pride (pun intended) and joy

So of course, once you two get closer, he’d want to show the “puppy” off

It was pretty much planned out

Like everything he does

He told you he had to take care of work elsewhere and suggested you tag along

“It’ll give you a look into more responsibility in the Devildom,”

He just wanted his two favorite beings to meet 🥺

He never planned out the outcome however

As soon as you laid eyes on the three headed beast, you froze

He could feel you shaking next to him and you weren’t even touching

“MC? What’s the matter?”

You could barely comprehend what he asked

He quickly lead you out in case Cerberus’s excitement overwhelmed you even more

You were lead to his room and sat on the bed while he tried calming you down with gentle words and an arm around your shoulder

Comforting isn’t his strong suit, he tried his best 👉👈

Once you took a deep breath, you calmly explained your fear, nervous that he’d laugh about it

He’s very understanding however

He apologized for not telling you about the task beforehand, and promised to keep you away from his pet

You hugged him in appreciation, thanking him for being so nice about it, missing the pink that dusted his cheeks at the contact

Though he quickly brushed it away and wrapped around you

He could ease you into a better first-meeting with Cerberus another time, when both of you are prepared and willing

Mammon 💸

It happened when you and Mammon were walking around the Devildom

You just came out of Majolish, you having paid for mostly everything

He promised lunch on him though!

“Be grateful, human, it ain’t everyday you get spoiled by the GREAT Mammon~”

It is actually, he spoils you a lot

He buys you lil gifts but hopes you don’t know it’s from him

Lil tsundere cutie smh

Anyways, you snatch a spot at an outdoor seating, putting your bags on one of the seats while he goes up to order

You just waiting, until you hear barking in the distance, slowly getting louder

As you begin to tremble you stand, walk over to Mammon, and hold onto his shirt from behind as he waits for the food

He’s startled at first

“Oi! W-What do ya think yer doin’?”

Blushing^2

He point to the chihuahua-like animal being walked nearby, quietly explaining your fear

He raises a brow, thinking your joking, but the way you shake against his back- how small you feel, it pains his heart

He turns around to wrap an arm around you, so your face was turned against his chest

“Yer scared of a tiny devildog? Doesn’t matter, I’m here to protect ya.”

He can and will fight a dog for you don’t test him

Once it’s gone, he takes the food and you back to the table

You’re sitting right up against his side, just a precaution in case another travels by

He’s not complaining

Leviathan 🕹

It was your annual gaming night

Snacks, sodas, and so many pillows

That was your idea, it’s so comfy, and Levi wasn’t about to deny his favorite normie

He recently bought a 2 player game, totally not because he wanted to spend more time with you

No way he’d want to hang out with some normie human 😤

He gave you the comfiest chair before you began

It was all going great at first

He kept sneaking glances over at you as you both played, and the big grin on your face honestly made his heart go doki doki

But the next time he looked over, your expression was changed

You looked uncomfortable, shifting in the chair, almost afraid?

Baby boy was confused, worried (but he’d never admit to it) and asked you what was wrong

You told him you were afraid of dogs, even fake ones made you nervous

“LOL that’s it? What a freaking normie.”

On the inside he screamed

He paused the game to save your progress before switching his console off

“It’s lame anyways, the reviews said it wasn’t that good too. Let’s watch some anime.”

No matter how much he’d want to play a game, he doesn’t want you uncomfortable when you’re with him

He’d watch his least favorite anime if it meant you were having fun

You said he didn’t have to as he put on a show you both were binging previously

But the small look of relief on your face said it all

If you cuddle up to him in the bathtub bed while you binge, as a thanks, he will explode

He’s also trying his best

Satan 📚

Good thing he’s a cat person instead

He probably dislikes dogs (not hate, he would never turn one down if it needs care)

Most likely doesn’t like them because of Lucifer

It’s all in spite at this point

Anyways you’re probably sitting in the living room with Satan

He’s reading, you’re reading over his shoulder

He loves your presence

It’s calming, that mixed with his books is a euphoria he cherishes

It’s ruined when Lucifer walks in

Satan grumbles under his breath, hoping to send the eldest brother away as quick as possible

Lucifer is asking if they’ve seen one of Ceberus’ collars anywhere, and when Satan dismisses him and the subject, he’s off

You look up at him, asking who Cerberus was

“You don’t know? He’s a three headed dog, a guardian of sorts. Lucifer treats him more like a son than a pet though-“

He pauses when he notices your look of worry

Drops everything to ask if you’re alright, and it would be amusing if you weren’t nervous about this newfound information

When you explained you were afraid of dogs, he nodded understandingly

“He rarely leaves his room anyways. You won’t be bothered.”

Satan will protect you at all costs

You thank him with a smile and return to leaning against his shoulder, now hugging his arm

He smiles as well, going back to reading

He’ll be on the lookout to keep you away from any dog in the Devildom

Asmodeus 💅🏻

Spa day!

He takes you out for a whole afternoon of shopping, self-care, and cuddling

He gets you all to himself for once, and he will splurge

He’s leading you by the arm to your next destination, definitely hells version of Sephora, when he feels you suddenly tense

Slows down to look back at you, following your gaze to a dog perched outside a store, the leash tied to a pole

When he feels you shake he pouts, pulling you away from the line of sight

“Fear is bad for the skin darling! You’ll get wrinkles, tsk tsk.”

He definitely knows what’s wrong before you have to explain it

I hc that he’s one of the most observant of the brothers

When you’re away, he brushes your hair gently with his fingers, offering a calming smile as he tells you it’s alright

“You’re safe with me, dear. No doggie will go near your beautiful skin on my watch!”

He doesn’t have to use his powers to charm you. You already feel better just being close to him

You’re lowkey grateful you don’t have to talk about it, since he’s already pulling you into the next store

You spend the rest of the time clung to his arm, just the way he likes it~

Beelzebub 🍔

You’re both out on a lunch date

Well, he’s out on a lunch date. You’re just there to apologize to the owners as he scarfs down his umpteenth order

You’re mostly watching him, laughing and wiping his face of the grease

He’s adorable when his cheeks are stuffed

You’re just enjoying his presence, thankful for some time alone with him, until movement from the window catch your eye

A dog is walking by, and it’s darkened eyes catch your own

Despite being saved by glass and a “no-dogs allowed” policy, you scoot closer to Beel instinctively

He glanced down at you when he feels how tense you are now

“MC? Are you okay?”

He sounds so concerned, he even put down his burger to focus on you 😭

You nod and smile reassuringly at him, saying you just saw a dog outside

Boys confused until you add that you have a fear of them

He frowns at first, then nods

One strong arm wraps around you in a secured hold, keeping you close to his larger body

“I’ll make sure to protect you from them. I won’t let you get hurt.”

He’s so sweet I can’t

Beels a gentle giant but he’d throw hands with god if it meant you were safe

You forget all about the dog as he holds you, now eating once again, and offering you pieces of his meals

Belphegor 🛌

You and Belphie have horror movie marathons and you can pry this hc from my grave

You’re in his bed, cuddled up without a care, surrounded by blankets and pillows

It’s just you two, since Beel went out to get food again

Everything’s normal- until he puts on a movie with a killer dog

It’s not even that well-made of a movie, but one scene makes you jump a mile

Your face is suddenly in his chest, your arms clinging to his jacket

Belphies confused af now

You’re never this jumpy when it comes to these movies

He asks you what your deal is, his voice tired and annoyed like always, but he really does care

You mumble out that you’re terrified of dogs, making him pause

Then laugh

It’s not to be a bully I swear

But you? The human who’s not afraid of even him, who could stand up to Lucifer despite knowing he’d kill you without hesitation

You, who would probably fistfight the king of the Devildom himself

Is scared of a dog?

“You’re so stupid.”

He laughed again, but his arms found their way around your waist

He held you closer now, a more protective feeling in his aura washing over you

He kept your face in his chest during the rest of the movie

Even if you peeked out, if a dog scene came on, he made sure you were hidden and listening to his heartbeat instead of the barking

#obey me #obey me headcanons #headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me! shall we date #otome #cynophobia #i love my boys #soft #mammon #leviathan #asmodeus #satan #lucifer #beelzebub #belphegor #cerberus

[bigskydreaming]

You like Riordanverse? Have you ever considered Batkids demigod au? Or just headcanons? Like each of them having one godly parent? I think Athena could probably claim all of them if she wanted to..

Ironically, my fondness for the Riordanverse is precisely why I’ve never been that tempted to write fic for it and likely never will be. Whether with original fic or fanfic, I pretty much just write the things I want to read….but that don’t exist outside me writing them. 

With fanfic, the end result of that is I basically am just inspired to write content where I see like….wasted potential, IMO. Books or comics or shows where there’s enough in the source material to capture my imagination and draw me to particular characters…..but beyond that, the source material is leaving a ton of stuff untouched or making a bunch of narrative choices that I’m just not engaged by.

So the thing about the Riordan books, is I like what’s actually on the page and don’t have any real specific…’gaps’ in the narrative that I feel a need to fill in or change or alter with different takes. They give me what I’m looking for from them so I just enjoy them as a reader rather than being inspired as a content creator.  And similarly, like, if I want to read or follow in my head a story using the Riordanverse or its premise…there’s more books to come in the already existing series, so I just don’t really feel that itch with that particular universe. I love mythology stuff in general, so I’d be more likely to write or imagine a fanfic that comes up with my own spin on mixing mythological elements with the Batfam, that I haven’t seen yet (something I actually did a lot of with Teen Wolf content I wrote)….rather than apply an existing mythological premise like Riordan’s to them.

So I just haven’t put much thought into even headcanons along those lines, and am not super likely to, because one other thing is one of the little angles about the Riordan books that I really really liked, was that like…..Percy isn’t the son of who you’d expect the main character of a series of Greek mythology books to be, y’know? Like, if you had to guess at the start who Percy’s dad would turn out to be, having no clues as to which specific god it might be…..most people would be likely to assume Zeus, or maybe Apollo. Poseidon seems like a fairly random choice….and that’s what made it work so well for me. Because it made Percy feel just that much more like a real character who just happened to be the main character of these books, rather than a character who’d been basically engineered to be the ideal protagonist of these books.

My point there being for me personally, it just wouldn’t work to try and make headcanons about which godly parent matches each Batkid most ideally, based on their divine attributes and the Batkid’s characterization. Its counter-intuitive to one of the things that really sucked me in most……so I could totally headcanon that Dick makes sense as a son of Zeus or Apollo or Helios or Hermes, because of his love of all things flying….but that wouldn’t really feel like a Riordan premise to me, y’know? 

So if I were to do that ever, it would be more likely that I’d just pick totally random gods to be each Batkid’s divine parent, and then from there headcanon how that affects the Batkid in question and how that ends up working into their existing characterization. Make the character and how this affected them grow out of the choice, rather than make the choice grow out of the character and who would be best/most affected by which god.

*Shrugs* But of course, once I do that, I’m kinda likely to just end up growing a whole story anyway, only it wouldn’t be one I’d ever feel a ton of motivation towards because like….its not really a story I NEED to see play out. Even just thinking about it, I end up diverted by stray thoughts like……okay, just as an example, totally spitballing here, but like, I just randomly tried picking a god to be Dick’s divine parent that would be somewhat different and not the most obvious or preferred choice, and thought okay what if Hephaestus were Dick’s biological father. 

Except then my brain does this thing where before I can even START thinking about how that would weave into Dick’s existing characterization or lead to new stories, I’m like okay, but Riordan already did ‘character finds out they’re the son of a god’, what ELSE could I do with a story about Dick and also Hephaestus. 

And then I’m off and running with like, okay, so because the Greek gods exist in the DC universe and the Titans because of Donna have even interacted with them a fair amount, what if Hephaestus is murdered and nobody knows by whom, so the Greek gods call upon Donna to recruit her friend, a detective even they respect, to solve the mystery. And so Dick is brought to Olympus to investigate, but in the process of searching through Hephaestus’ forge for clues, he ends up finding this mysterious trinket he feels drawn to and pockets, and in doing so, ends up with Hephaestus’ like, essence kinda imprinting on him….because the Divine Artificer had been the one to craft weapons that could kill even gods like him, so he of all the gods would most certainly be aware of the fact that there are things that could kill even them….making him the most likely to also craft a solution to even that particular problem, and thus design something that could help him cheat death, even if killed by a god-killing weapon. Hence the seemingly innocuous trinket that actually acted as kinda a godly flash drive to download his divinity and memories and self into a new vessel should his old one end up destroyed.

WHICH THEN, instead of exploring how Dick might be affected by having Hephaestus for a biological father or how having some of his divine attributes might explain certain traits or skills of Dick’s or complement them……which is still a story I’ve seen versions of already with Percy and Jason and the other main characters of the Riordan books….this premise lets me explore what if those divine attributes or whatever are instead kinda imposed upon Dick as he already is? What kind of internal struggle would result from that, given Dick’s fierce independence, and what kind of balance could be struck from Hephaestus’ divine nature as a craftsman and artificer like….possibly finding an outlet through Dick’s natural problem-solving instincts and existing detective/investigative talents….and so rather than ending up changing Dick, Dick’s own nature acts as a kind of filter that changes how Hephaestus’ vast array of attributes are focused, and in what ways.

And then plus you also get to have the whole “Dick drawing upon Hephaestus’ memories to try and solve what’s now weirdly in a way his own murder” thing, and that’s always just fun, y’know? LOL.

But yeah, that’s how my brain works and so even though its not what you were looking for, hopefully it was still of interest to you.

Also, just as a throwaway, another reason I’d probably always have trouble headcanoning any of the Batkids as having a godly parent based just on archetypes, is that like….they kinda already do. LOL. Given that Bruce has at many times over the decades been paralleled with Hades, and occupying the same place in the JLA pantheon as Hades occupies within the Olympian pantheon. Much like Clark is kind of Zeus, king of the heavens, and Arthur of course is Poseidon, and the Flashes have always been modeled after Hermes, and the Green Lanterns are Hephaestus and so on. So my mind kinda already flashes to ‘well, Dick’s dad is already like, the dark, brooding god of the Underworld, Judge of Souls and ultimate arbiter of justice, god of wealth and riches, with a helm that lets him vanish into shadows and pass unseen, and also not as dour as the hype would have you believe because he’s all of those things while also still being the kind of dork who would have a dog named Spot Ace the Bathound.

(The joke there is because Cerberus is just the Latinized form of the Greek word Kerberos, one translation of which is believed to possibly be ‘spotted.’ Aka Hades had a monstrous three-headed dog of legend, that actually the giant dork named Spot. Remind you of anyone?)

[chokememrstark]

Multiverse AU // Starker

A wonderful idea my friend and I came up with and that I had to share.

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During his mission for Fury, Peter visited many universes, which turned the attention of several Tony Starks towards him in the process. It's weeks later that Peter is cornered by five versions of his dead boyfriend and he can't do anything to stop them from taking him - not that he would have the strength either, really.

They all lost their Peter and he soon finds out that he is the only Peter Parker alive in any universe. And that Tony was never supposed to die. It's hard to accept, it seems impossible even, but Peter stays and soon realizes that they all just want one thing: the love of their lives back.

Months later he is kidnapped again, but this time it doesn't go far. It's another Tony, obviously, and Peter sees the pain he is in, deciding to let him stay too. There is lots of fighting and jealousy, but Peter didn't expect anything else at this point.

Sim, the Tony Stark of the universe Peter is in, is almost like the Tony he knows, except for his blue eyes. His Peter died in his arms after he had been poisoned and Sim couldn't do anything to save him or to bring him back. For them, Thanos never happened.

Pirate is his universe's version of Quill, only that his Peter was Thanos' son and he had to watch him fall to his death in exchange for the soul stone. Pirate spent the rest of his life before meeting Peter again trying to bring him back with no success.

Hades, his universe's God of death, was in love with Persephone, who got reincarnated in Peter and who was still just as godly as before. It took him centuries to win Peter's love and when he died, Hades lost all hope and meaning in life. He brings Cerberus with him, his Peter's beloved three headed Rottweiler, who is utterly happy to see his "mom" again.

Sorcerer is one of the Supreme Sorcerers in his universe and Peter was his apprentice. They fell in love despite the huge taboo on their relationship and his death crushed the sorcerer to the point he couldn't even use magic anymore.

Demon probably went the furthest in his attempt to bring Peter back. His mate was killed in a horrible fight, dying while carrying their children and leaving Demon behind with their daughter, Morgan. He sought help from the dark wizards of his universe, who promised him a demon would be able to bring Peter back, but in return all he did was taint his soul. He and their daughter are part spider and Morgan immediately clings to her "mommy" when she sees Peter again.

Winter, who was part of the Winter Soldier program in his universe, was with his own Peter, who was his trainee in the program. He failed to save him during a mission and has searched for him ever since as he couldn't possibly bring him back.

There are more, countless of universes where Peter died and left behind a grieving Tony, and the fact that they all came to find him leaves the boy speechless. He's hostile towards them at first, but soon finds himself enjoying their company and beginning to love them even. They simply are Tony, even if they are different and cannot replace the Tony he lost.

One day, another Morgan suddenly shows up at their door and it's the one Peter knows. She ran away because she was unhappy and missed her daddy and Peter too much, who she sees as her mama. Sim barely takes an hour to adopt the little girl and of course allows her to stay, making it two, instead of one.

Peter is happy with them, but he knows part of himself is still missing. It will be missing until he has his Tony back, even though he knows there is no way for that to happen. They all love him endlessly and are incredibly protective of him, sometimes to the point it almost becomes annoying, but he knows they simply don't want to lose him again.

It's a huge shock for everyone when the Strange from Peter's universe suddenly shows up with Tony. Peter is unspeakably happy, but the chaos Tony's arrival causes is huge and it actually ends with Tony leaving, heartbroken and thinking Peter replaced him. It takes Peter a week to find him and finally convince him that he never replaced him and that he needs Tony back more than anything else.

Tony doesn't like the others at first, doesn't even speak to them, but as the days go by, he sees that they, too, are nervous and seemingly on the edge all the time. They expect Peter will leave them now that he has Tony back and it takes a huge fight between them and Tony breaking down in Peter's arms for them to realize that no, Peter will not leave any of them.

It's not easy for Tony to accept that he's not the only love in Peter's life anymore, even though he tries his hardest. The others are struggling less, given they had several months to get used to the situation, and try their best to help Tony cope. It's not until Tony has a very intense conversation with Sim, however, that he finally begins to understand. He finds out about the other universes, how Peter is the only Peter alive because Tony brought him back, and how neither of them wants to take him from Tony.

Perhaps it's a weird and messed up setting, but Tony starts to see how much the others love Peter and how happy he is with all of them and he can't bring himself to ruin this happiness. Even if he doesn't like it much, he gets used to it and starts warming up to the others eventually.

And in the end, it's not about him, is it? It's about having Peter back and that he's happy, not about whether or not he has to share him. Despite everything, Tony got his soulmate back, his daughter and maybe, well… maybe he found some partners along the way he can learn to love too one day.

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The Tonys in order: Sorcerer, MCU Tony, Pirate, Hades, Demon, Winter and Sim. Just for clarification ;)

#starker #ironspider #multiverse au #peter x 7 tonys #i loved this idea too much to resist #and i love them all to no end #myfics #myedits #moodboard

[hadesglance]

All hail the new queen... - 11 (Hades Original Story)

You fought your way through the maze of the underworld to make a deal with the King…intrigued the lonely king listens…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven  Part Eight  Part Nine  Part Ten

You sighed letting your head rest against the back of the couch. You looked over at Percy playing with a flower arrangement, “You’ve been over there for twenty minutes…I’m fine.”

“You have been stuck on the same page for an hour…” Percy turned holding a red rose smirking, “I’m fine as well.”

You shook your head, “He asked you to look over me again didn’t he? I told him not to do that…”

Two months, since your vicious break down. You had been very careful to deal with your feelings before entering the house from that point on. Enough to worry Hades on several occasions prompting him to finally make a jump into the 21st century by purchasing a phone. Soon he was texting you non-stop.

“He worries for you. That device you travel on…”

“It’s a motorcycle…her name is Lana.” You readjusted your notebook, “and he shouldn’t worry, it’s perfectly safe.”

“You tell him that, but he doesn’t believe you.” Percy came over taking a seat by your feet, “Maybe you should take him for a ride.”

“I’ve tried…he’s always busy.” You told her as you made a few notes.

“More like scared.” You looked up seeing her smirking, “Hades is complicated…but when his fear begins to show he finds ways to be ‘busy.’”

“Well he’s been busy an awful lot lately.” You frowned thinking of the several missed dinners, “I hope he’s alright.”

“It’s just Zeus…He’s making a fuss over the anniversary of the Titanomachy.” Percy sighed shaking her head but caught your confused look, “The war with the Titans.”

“I know what it is, my pappoús would tell us the story. I just…I didn’t think it mattered much now that everything was…well won.” You explained.

“Oh much like the mortal realm, we don’t forget our wars. Especially this one.” Percy looked away, “Hades, specifically…”

“Was it that bad?” Percy looked back to you with a snap causing you to flinch back a little, “I mean…all I know about it was…well Zeus was spared being eaten and eventually came back saving his siblings and leading them to battle the titans from Mount Olympus.”

“That’s the simplified version.” Percy frowned reaching over taking your book and notebook, “Come with me, time for another lesson.”

You smiled a little despite the situation being tense. Ever since she met Persephone she has done nothing but help you understand your surroundings. You were so grateful. From giving you history lessons to making the very pristine manor more homey feeling.

You walked down a freshly painted hall to Hades’ office door. Percy didn’t do much to his spaces, but she did add a small  caricature in the corner of the black door of a three headed dog chasing away some poor souls. When Hades had found it he simply sighed before walking in.

He wouldn’t say it, but you had a feeling he loved everything Percy did to make everything feel more like a home, “Why are we going in here? Hades said he wouldn’t be back until dinner.”

“Because I need to show you something to make you understand why this is important.” She looped her arm with yours, “Something that Hades does not like to talk about.”

“Okay…” You smiled at her a little, “this seems very serious.”

“It kind of is.” You noted how sad she sounded as they walked toward a case in the corner of the room that was covered with a sheet, “Did you know that Hades once had the bluest eyes?”

“Did he? They’re sort of violet now…” She nodded slowly, “and this has to do with the Titanomachy.”

“Sort of…I’ve only seen his eyes blue once. When he was really happy.” She smiled sadly, “We were both happy then. Father tells me that he’s always had violet eyes until he met me, and Grandma Rhea told me that when she had Hades, his eyes rivaled the sky itself.”

“Why did they change?” You asked quietly as they stopped in front of the case.

“Cronus.” Percy whispered, “You mortals got it wrong. He didn’t eat his children, he stole them away. Locked them up and tortured them. Those he couldn’t manipulate to follow his rule suffered the worst and Hades was the first to be taken.”

You turned to the case as she pulled the sheet down letting it fall to the ground. Inside was displayed a set of chains. Old, broken, and covered in runes you’d never seen before under it rested a helmet, something you’d think a spartan would wear. Then behind it all was the bident depicted in so many of the stories your grandparents would tell. Two prong, black like night skies, and imposing to behold.

“There’s not much that scares Hades, but it all stems from the fear of being hurt and manipulated by people he cares about.” Percy spoke behind you as you studied the case more, “He once told me that he would never allow himself to feel trapped like that again. Yet I fear that he’s trapping himself more by not allowing himself to fully experience the world.”

“Why are you telling me this? This isn’t just about him being busy…” You looked back at your, “What do you think I can do?”

“You’re already doing it. I have not seen Hades so…so open in a long time.” She reached down picking up the sheet, “You’ve pushed him to experience things again. You pushed him to feel.”

“What happened to him?” You helped her put the sheet back over the case.

She sighed running a hand over the sheet as if it would help it stay, “I am afraid that is a story that I cannot tell you. That is Hades' story to tell when he’s ready.”

You reached into your back pocket as your phone pinged. You smiled seeing a text from Hades.

Would you like to take a walk after dinner?

“Are you listening?” Hades looked up from his phone to his brothers staring at him with looks of annoyance.

“Of course, I’m listening.” He returned to his phone as he finished the text, “I am very capable of doing several things at once.”

“Hades, I know this is not your favorite time of year, but it is your turn to present.” Zeus sighed slightly, “I figured this would be important to you this time.”

“Why would remembering the most horrifying time of my life be so important this time?” He crossed his legs as this phone vibrated in his hand. He glanced down seeing your response, a smiley face and a thumbs up for a walk after dinner. He smiled shaking his head slightly, he wasn’t sure if he’d get used of this new lingo called emoji, but it was amusing at times.

“With Y/N around I thought you’d want her to know. It’s a part of you after all…” Zeus took a seat across from him.

“I agree.” Poseidon nodded as he rolled up his sleeves exposing his muscular sun-kissed forearms, “It’s important to share these things with your spouse.”

“I’m done.” Hades stood up instantly at that comment.

“Oh, come on…” Zeus glared at Poseidon before turning on Hades, “Enough…we understand that’s not how it is between the two of you, but you can try to take a joke.”

Hades turned to them both finally crossing his arms, “I don’t understand why it’s necessary to do this year after year…we should just forget the man and be done with it.”

“Hades.” Zeus sighed standing up with a shroud of wisdom falling over him that Hades had not seen in many years, “Once you start forgetting where you’ve come from…you begin to forget why you chose to become who you are today and you’ll lose yourself. You have a strength in you from everything that happened…”

“Strength…” Hades looked down as his brow began to furrow, “I’m not sure I’d call it that…”

“I would.” Poseidon stepped next to Zeus touching his older brother’s shoulder, “Never doubt that you are the strongest of us all, Hades.”

Hades looked between the both of them before he spoke softly, “Thank you…”

“IF!” Zeus exclaimed suddenly, “I throw the ocean master here into the stocks for old time sakes, can we get back to work?”

Hades smiled briefly, “Only if he can be flogged as well.”

“DONE! Hera! Pull out the racks, we’re going to have a grand old fun time.” He turned to Hera across the room who was quietly setting up decorations.

“I’m not sure it will go with the décor darling, maybe next time?” She smirked as they walked over.

“Oh, you’re no fun.” Zeus mock pouted looking up at her on the ladder, “Why do you do it this way? You could snap your fingers, and have it done.”

“We’re immortal.” She jumped off the ladder allowing herself to be caught by her king, “Sometimes it’s nice to do things the slow way.”

Hades smiled watching them flirt with one another. Zeus may have screwed up at the beginning…but there was no doubt that he loved her, and she loved him. Hades was pulled away from his musings when his phone vibrated again.

Ride the damn bike… - P

He quirked an eyebrow staring at it for a moment longer before tucking it away. He cleared his throat getting everyone’s attention, “I’m going to go. The girls have dinner planned…and I promised Y/N I’d help her study again.”

The boys where about to protest, but Hera beat them with a smile, “Have a goodnight Hades, I’m sure we can manage setting up the rest and we can finish tomorrow.”

“Thank you, goodnight.” He turned fading away into his office.

As he walked toward the door he stopped in the middle of the room. His head slowly turned toward the case in the corner as he felt a knot in his throat. Hesitantly he walked over to it reaching up adjusting the sheet to cover the exposed corner.

A cold feeling washed over him as he clenched his fist tightly. Raising the first up he unclenched seeing his hand begin to tremble. He clenched it again quickly dropping it to his side as he began to take several breaths in and out.

Whines from Cerberus could be heard outside the door as he pawed and scratched trying to reach him. He wanted his creature to be near him, it helped, but Hades was frozen to the spot. Forced to deal with it himself.

Finally, after several minutes, he opened his eyes as he reached up tugging at his collar. As he turned toward the door, he caught his reflection in the glass of a picture. Deep purple glowed around his irises. Persephone would worry, hopefully she would know better than to say anything.

#ALL HAIL THE NEW QUEEN #all hail the new queen... #Hades #hades and persephone #hades mortal #hades reader #hades/reader #Persephone #hera #Zeus #poseidon #olympus #Olympians #titans #titanomachy