#✦ hades || ic ✦ king of shadows; king of shades

[stardustedstories]

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Nico had been remarkably quiet since he'd returned home. And while that's not necessarily unusual, in and of itself, this particular quiet felt….heavy, like there was something weighing on him.

Hades knows he hasn't been the most present father, but he's been trying, especially recently. So when Nico pushes away from the table, having barely eaten anything, with a murmured excuse that was barely a sentence, Hades gives him a few minutes before following after, knocking on the door to Nico's room.

"Nico?" he calls out, concern clear in his voice. "Can I come in?"

[storiedhistories]

@stygicniron asked: "I got some new Mythomagic models," Nico declared unceremoniously, spreading the new figures in front of him carefully. That done, he untucked his paints and paintbrushes from underneath his armpit too, setting them off to the side, cleaned and ready to use again. And he realized a beat later that maybe he should have asked first before barging in. "Uh, did you want to paint them with me?" ( @ hades )

Hades glances up as the door to his office opens, revealing Nico, who appears to be carrying something. And sure enough, he sets down the new models on his father's desk, spreading out paints and brushes too.

Even as Nico belatedly asks if he'd like to paint them with him, Hades has already cleared off his desk and snagged a newspaper to put under the figures, in case of any paint drips.

He also sets down a cup of water to clean the brushes, along with some paper towels, just in case they're needed, offering Nico a soft smile.

"I would like nothing more," he responds, looking over the selection in front of him. "I'll work on getting them primed, and if you have specific colour palettes you'd like, I'll do my best." He didn't know a whole lot about this sort of thing, but he'd been finding more out as he went, and he wanted to make sure Nico had everything he needed. And not just for painting models.

[stardustedstories]

While those above lamented the loss of the warmth, the sun chariot's shorter journey across the sky, this was Hades' favorite time of year. Because to him, it didn't mean cold or the absence of the sun. No, to him, the sun finally returned, brought warmth and light and life back into this home, into his heart.

He was so cold the rest of the year, but in her presence, he thrived, he blossomed, like a flower opening in the sunlight. Hades was always desperate for her warmth, longed to hold her, and only now, when he had her back in his arms, did he let out a soft sigh, his heart complete once more.

A laugh moves through him at her claim, as if she were a mere stalk of wheat and not an oak, who had withstood storm after storm and would continue to stand tall, proudly, her branches bringing shade to those who needed it, life to all around her.

He places a hand on top of hers, running a thumb along her skin before pulling her hand to his mouth, to place a soft kiss to her palm. Others might long for their wife to have soft, dainty hands, but not Hades. Persephone was a goddess of work, of perseverance. Her hands bore the imprint of that work, and he loved every line, each piece of evidence that showed she was not some wilting waif, but strength itself.

"Ain't the same down here without you, Seph," he murmurs, but she knew that already. But he tells her every time, welcomes her home. Once upon a time, he'd taken for granted that she knew how much he loves her. He's not going to make that mistake again.

@stardustedstories : Hades wraps his arms around his wife, his nose buried in her hair. She smells of summer and sunshine and above, the way she always does, but she also smells just like...Persephone.

"Good to have you home, darlin'," he rumbles, refusing to let go of her just yet.

You'd think she'd get used to it — her giant of a husband and the way he held her so strongly, like building a wall 'round her with nothing but his arms and his heart. The way his words rumbled through his chest and into her own frame, the scent of him arriving soon after : coal and iron, like the cold itself and like those garnet red seeds from all those years ago.

She hopes she never gets used to it. Better to keep appreciating it year after year. She'd spent too long staying away.

"Careful, Hades. Ain't as sturdy as I used to be." As if he would ever wound her. Gently, her hand comes to rest over his arm, tracing along the familiar lines of the thick, black tattoo upon his skin. He was cold, but she supposed he nearly always was. "Missed you, lover."

unprompted ( always accepting !! )

[isosceles-is-never-here]

I've been playing Hades, and it’s got me thinking about if Danny Phantom was in the game

This is rough concept art, trying to best translate Danny into the Hades world & art style. I plan to refine these into finished pieces that look like they r from the first game! (if the art gods r kind to me T_T) I'd love to hear any ideas on how Danny would be a part of the game! Would he have his own boon set? or his own chamber with 3 options for the player to pick from? I also like the idea of him randomly showing up like Thanatos to help kill enemies for a possible reward. And the idea of him showing up in the lounge sporadically after you get enough hearts with him! or in the halls being surrounded by shades!

He's definitely gotten mistaken for Zagreus with his spikey black hair, I could definitely see Alecto attacking him because of it rip

My Designs Explained:

I'm taking a page out of the hot glowing feet of the Hades bloodline book and giving Danny frozen glowing hands representing his ice powers

I snatched Pariah Dark’s cloak and skull details (just like Danny snatching Pariah's Ghost King status), which really translates well into Hades fashion. Might add Pariah's belt buckle? I know a lot of people do fresh takes for Danny's Ghost king forms, but this works so well translating it into the art style & setting.

Danny is the King of Shades: Danny’s ghost form is designed after the Shades (who r the ghosts of Hades!) I'm really leaning into Shade vibes with the built in robe and hood, with his face in shadow and cartoony features. but he is the King and only half Shade, so he gets more accessories and has a more distinct form.

Danny is a God/Immortal (i.e. human form): Keeping a lot of design elements from his Shade form, but I'm gonna invert the colors & metals. I want him to be swarmed by little shades! Any ideas on what he should be holding? Probably will keep the ice crystal..

[dreamfyrebreath]

Serial Killer Will Fanfic:

Ok just here me out:

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It started out by accident, really. The Half-Blood lay on the table, pale and unconscious.

"Blood loss", he muttered, his hand gently passing over the prone body of his fellow camper, his magic automatically pinpointing the injuries, "Two stab wounds. Poison on the blade..."

He winced. This would take up energy. Way more energy than he had. He snuck a glance at the Camper's girlfriend. She looked distraught, periodically whimpering and sniffling.

"Aurora, is it?" he called to her.

The girl's head whipped up, and she nodded.

"Aurora, I'm out of nectar. I need you to run to the Apollo Cabin and grab some more.

Instantly, the girl turned and fled. He was all alone now. He stared at the boy on the bed.

He felt his life force dip.

He grappled with himself furiously; try and save him and die in the process, or let him pass on and live to save other lives?

The boy's life force dipped further.

Almost mechanically, he reached out and grabbed his scalpel and leaned over and-

And what?

With a shudder, he made a purposely irregular incision at the Camper's wrist.

His life force vanished completely in a second.

The doors of the infirmary burst open, and Aurora stumbled in, ashen faced. She glanced at the Camper- Asher, his brain supplied unhelpfully- and late out a hideous wail.

No one questioned anything. Horrifyingly, they were all used to death. Some more than others.

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The next time he had no excuse. Hannah of the Demeter Cabin had been mauled by a monster in the midnight patrol, and he was just about packing up when they rushed her in.

He didn't know why he did it this time. It didn't make him feel any different, this killing. He'd researched; he'd turned up empty.

He got no joy, no sick pleasure from doing this- this murdering of innocents. He didn't even feel a sense of power.

So why was he doing this?

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Third time's the charm, he thought with a smirk, which he instantly wiped off his face.

Daniel, a son of Ares, had been sparring with his siblings when they got a little too enthusiastic, minorly injuring him in the process.

But the injury was close to his heart. A quick stab, and no one would know. His mind racing, he peeked behind himself, and saw Clarisse watching him through narrowed eyes.

She was polite enough to leave when he asked her to, but she stayed outside the door the whole time. But three years of experience weren't for nothing.

But for days afterwards, he could feel her suspicious gaze on him. Does she know? He wondered.

Sometimes he wondered...

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Oh gods oh gods oh gods!!!

His mind was a panicked blur of thoughts.

He knew he was dangerous. He'd known for years. For Hera's sake, he murdered people.

But it was always, always in the contained space of the infirmary. He only ever let himself go around patients on the table.

So how come today, when he was walking in the woods, he'd attacked and killed Harley?

Little, defenceless, ten year old Harley, who'd had no idea that today morning he'd be stabbed to death by a maniac posing as one of the best healer's at Camp.

Oh gods what would people think when they found out??

He broke into a cold sweat.

What would Nico think when he found out?

He'd only just got Nico in his life. He couldn't lose him so easily.

He had no choice.

He had to dispose of the evidence.

He picked up the corpse- that was what Harley was now, a cold, dead corpse- and stumbled deeper into the woods.

Throw him in the lake? Bury him? Burn him? What was he supposed to do?!

The sun was starting to set, darkness falling and shadows creeping up the trees. He began to nibble his thumb, a nervous habit he rarely practiced nowadays, tasting iron and salt.

"Solace?"

Will froze, his stomach and heart dropping simultaneously. Slowly he turned around, discretely placing his bloody hands behind his back.

"What are you doing here?" The Ghost King asked, stepping out of the shadows, shading his eyes the slightest bit, and a quick look down at himself confirmed that his nervousness had made him glow like a beacon. Damn.

"I was...walking! You know what they say about excercise, don't you?" He asked, trying for a cheery grin.

Nico frowned.

"Will... there's something I need to talk to you about"

Will felt his eyes widen, and he stepped forward, to do what he didn't know.

Beg? Plead? Convince?

"Will what are you- is that a body??"

Will's blood turned to ice. He opened his mouth to protest, to deny.

"I should have known", Nico cut in, "the aura of death I've been feeling around you. I should have- should have-"

"Nico", and he's surprised at how small his voice sounds, "Nico please I- don't leave me"

He wants to kick himself. So not only is he a psychopath, he's a pathetic psychopath who acts like a dumb teenager with a crush.

He feels arms around him, and with a jolt of surprise he realises it's Nico. Nico's hugging him???!

"Why would I leave you, silly?", Nico asks, sounding genuinely puzzled.

"Because I killed people?" He asks back, confusion seeping into his voice.

"Well, so have I", Nico says, stepping back and wrinkling his nose in the most adorable way possible, "though with better reason"

Will's sure his mouth is hanging open in shock.

Nico rolls his eyes, "Will, I'm a son of Hades. Who's fatal flaw is holding grudges. Bianca and Hazel were 90% of my impulse control. So when they weren't around..."

Nico trails off, his eyes glazed over, a tiny smile that is unfairly cute playing on his lips.

"So... we're still together?" Will asks, heart beating faster with hope.

"On one condition", Nico says, the heartstopping smile still on his face, "Next time I choose the victim"

Will can feel his smile widen as he pulls Nico closer.

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Well, that was long. This was inspired by some other posts by the way.

[totentanz]

And Will He Not Come Again?

For Jonerys Week “The North and the South.”

Rhaegal left just after dawn.

Daenerys was already awake. She had never been one to laze in bed when there was work to be done, and there was always work to be done - petitions to hear, disputes to settle, rebuilding efforts to oversee. But even on the rare days when she could afford a bit of idleness, she never slept much later than the sunrise. Two years after she and Drogon had flown over the smoking wreckage of King’s Landing to the Red Keep and found Jaime Lannister kneeling over the body of his sister, bloody sword in hand, visions of green fire and the screams of children still stalked her dreams. Their cries of anguish - myhsa, mother, why didn’t you come sooner? Why didn’t you save us from her? - dragged into her wakefulness, her cheeks wet with tears and her heart pounding so hard it was difficult to breathe.

Jon could keep the nightmares at bay, when he was with her. But while the blood of the dragon ran through her husband’s veins, he was still a creature of ice and snow. He’d died and been resurrected in the far North, in the shadow of the ancient magic that had raised the Wall, and the North still claimed him as its child. Too long away from it and he began to fade away, going still and quiet, his eyes turned toward something only he could see. It had terrified her at first, when she touched his hand and he didn’t turn to look at her with that smile she so loved, the one that made the corners of his eyes crinkle and her heart flutter. She called his name and hadn’t so much as twitched, and the image of Drogo, lost to fever and unable to respond to her pleas for him to just live a little longer, my sun and stars, please don’t leave me here flitted through her mind and stole her breath, left her cold as stone.

But Rhaegal had known what to do. Rhaegal had swept down and bathed Jon in warm, sulfur-scented breath, given him the strength to climb on to the dragon’s back and follow the summons of the North’s ancient gods away from the south, away from Daenerys. She might have wept, if Drogon hadn’t nudged her with his immense head and crooned softly, the sound rumbling through her body. Do not despair, the dragon seemed to say. All will be well.

She ran her hand over the empty sheets next to her, allowed herself one more moment to wish she were touching Jon’s sleep-warmed skin, then swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. There was no use in trying to sleep longer. Better to go outside and let the stiff ocean breezes clear her head.

Most of the sky was still dark, but the eastern horizon was touched with streaks of rose and orange. She walked past the slumbering heap of dragon wings and tails to the cliff’s edge, and stared out over the sea. The ceaseless pounding of the waves against the stone resonated deep in her bones, as familiar to her as her own heartbeat. She had been born on this island, drawn her first breaths here, and some primal part of her had never forgotten that. She felt grounded here, on this rocky soil, in a way she never was in Essos. She knew it was expected that she’d return the monarch’s seat to King’s Landing once the Red Keep was habitable once more, but the thought of doing so brought her no pleasure. That place was full of ghosts. She’d rather stay here, in the place of her birth, where Rhaegal and Drogon could fly freely over the ocean.

The sky grew brighter, and the curve of the sun appeared and limned the waves with gold. Sunlight raced across the waves, up the rocky cliffs, and across the windswept grass until it illuminated the dragons’ scales. Rhaegal lifted his head and shook his wings free, ignoring Drogon’s rumble of irritation, then walked to the precipice. He paused for a moment, his tongue flicking out to taste the air, then sprang aloft, his powerful wings catching the air and bearing him northward.

She shaded her eyes and watched his flight. She wasn’t sure how exactly Rhaegal knew when it was time to leave, whether it was some distant summons from Jon, far away in the lands north of North, or her own yearning to hold her husband in her arms, or if the dragon himself simply missed his rider. She liked to believe that Jon summoned Rhaegal to him, that he ached for her as much as she ached for him and wanted to return; it also brought her comfort to think that if Jon were ever in dire need, the dragon would know and rush to her husband’s aid.

“Bring him back to me,” she called, the sea breeze catching her words and bearing them aloft. She watched Rhaegal until he was nothing more than a speck in the brilliant blue sky, then turned and made her way back toward the keep, her heart lighter than it had been when she first woke up.

It wouldn’t be long now, not long at all before Jon was in her arms once more.

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                            Until the Red Keep could be sufficiently restored, Daenerys chose to hold court in the ruins of the Dragonpit. Even though the Iron Throne itself had proved too cumbersome to move, the pit was large enough for Drogon to crouch behind her seat and fix his burning eyes on all who approached, and his presence a more potent symbol of queenship than any chair could hope to be.

It also meant she could arrive and depart on dragonback, a piece of pageantry that brought her no small measure of delight. She savored her daily flights from Dragonstone, when she soared high above the sparkling waters of Blackwater Bay with the wind whipping through her hair. On dragonback she felt most like herself, young and free with all the world before her, and Drogon’s answering exultation spilled into her own mind until the two of them were almost one. She’d heard that Daena the Defiant once that said she was born to ride a dragon; it was a sentiment Daenerys Breaker of Chains understood.

Seven days after Rhaegal journeyed north, she and Drogon flew out of the Dragonpit into the kind of evening that made her want to fly forever. The air was just cool enough to be pleasant, the western sky was painted in vivid shades of orange and red, and Drogon’s body was warm and strong beneath her legs. The day had gone well - the new vines planted in the Arbor were flourishing, the restoration of the Sept of Baelor was almost complete, and a fleet of trade ships from Meereen had arrived, their holds full of spices and silk. Her realm was at peace, recovering from the years of constant warfare, and she had everything she’d dreamed of as a lonely girl wandering through the Red Waste with nothing but a ragged khalasar and three newly hatched dragons barely the size of cats, everything except -

Off in the distance, a dragon roared.

Drogon’s answer split the skies, and Daenerys’ heart leaped in her chest as she spotted Rhaegal up ahead. She tightened her hold on Drogon’s spines and leaned forward, urging her mount to fly faster.

“Onward,” she whispered. “Let’s catch them.”

They met just south of Dragonstone. Drogon and Rhaegal circled around each other in greeting, drawing so close that Daenerys could see Jon’s smile in the twilight. She smiled in return, and the joy bubbling through her veins made her feel like she didn’t need a dragon’s wings to fly.

The dragons danced, and the sky faded to a deep blue speckled with silver stars. Daenerys caught a glimpse of Jon’s expression, equal parts of delighted and mischievous as he urged Rhaegal to fly higher, and she sent Drogon after him. The two dragons soaring so high that Dragonstone’s mighty Keep seemed no larger than a child’s toy; and then, just as her lungs started to burn in protest of the thin air, they plummeted downward, speeding faster than arrows shot from the great weirwood bows used by Northern archers.

Daenerys gasped in delight, and the sound was immediately snatched away by the rush of wind. She felt no fear, even as the dark waters of the bay rushed closer and closer. She had complete faith in her mount, and when the dragons pulled up at the last second and raced across the water, their wings barely skimming over the waves, she threw her head back and howled her exhilaration to the skies.

“Again,” she cried, and Drogon and Rhaegal sped skyward. “Again!”

By the time they turned toward Dragonstone, Daenerys was out of breath, her hair was tangled from the wind, and the blood burned hot in her veins. She felt gloriously, intoxicatingly alive. Drogon had scarcely touched the ground before she slid from his back and raced toward her husband, eager to touch him, kiss him, exult in feeling him beneath her hands once more.

Jon waited for her with outstretched arms, the smile she loved stretching across his face, dark eyes sparkling with warmth. She threw herself into his embrace, and their lips met in a kiss. He tasted of the North, of ice and snow and the sharp scent of pine, but when she caressed the nape of his neck, the skin was warm.

When they finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against her and closed his eyes. “Dany,” he murmured, and brushed his fingers gently against her cheeks. “Dany.”

And let the North have him for six moon turns in the year, if it kept Jon from fading away entirely. Let the cold mountains winds have their time with him, if that was what it took to restore his spirit and prevent him from falling back into that endless slumber. Because he might be ice, but he was also fire, and her fire called to him as surely as the Northern snow did.

“I’m here, my love,” she whispered in reply, and their lips met once, twice, three times. “I have you.”

(Yes, the idea here is that Dany and Jon have a Hades/Persephone vibe going on, where Jon needs to return to the North for a certain amount of time each year to keep his resurrection juice going. Yes, that sidelines R'hllor. No, I do not care.)

[mrultra100]

Super Smash Bros: Nexis- The Fighters (Warning-Long as Hell)

(Edit: All of the fighters have taglines, many are from their reveal trailers)

What an E3 scoop it has been for Nintendo folks, lemme tell y’all. Not only with got Dragon Quest’s Hero, but we also got Banjo-Kazooie into the mix too! Today’s Smash reveal is why I’m starting a 3 part mini-series on a hypothetical Smash game, featuring non video game- characters as fighters! Not only all fighters already present in Smash, a rosters of well known characters will be included here. With that out of the way, Let’s Settle in Smash!

(Fighters that we already know)

.Mario: 1-Ups!

.Donkey Kong: Beats the Competition!

.Link: Tri-forces in!

.Samus: Places the Bounty!

.Dark Samus: Takes Over!

.Yoshi: Rolls Into Battle!

.Kirby: Swallows His Anger!

.Fox: Soars In!

.Pikachu: I Choose You!

.Luigi: Isn't Scared to Fight!

.Ness: P.Knocks Out The Competition!

.Captain Falcon: Blazes Through!

.Jigglypuff: Puts You to Sleep!

.Peach: Takes the Cake!

.Daisy: Blossoms!

.Bowser: Flips The Switch!

.Ice Climbers: Slide Down!

.Sheik : Appears on the Scene!

.Zelda : Wises Up!

.Dr. Mario : Prescribes Pain!

.Pichu : Shocks the Crowd!

.Falco : Takes Flight

.Marth : Gets to The Point!

.Lucina :  Wakes Her Blade?!

.Young Link : Masks His Fears!

.Ganondorf : Wreaks Havoc!

.Mewtwo : Strikes Back!

.Roy: Seals The Deal!

.Chorm : Awakens

.Mr Game & Watch : Flat Zones the Battle!

.Meta Knight : Strikes From the Shadows!

.Pit : Shines Through!

.Dark Pit :Crashes The Party!

. Zero Suit Samus : Zeroes In!

.Wario : Brings His Wares!

.Snake: Sneaks In!

.Ike: Fights For His Friends!

.Pokemon Trainer : Catches Em All!

.Diddy Kong : Swings Into Action!

.Lucas : Comes Outta Nowhere!

.Sonic : Speeds Into Brawl!

.King Dedede : Hammers Into The Scene!

.Olimar : Crash-Lands!

.Lucario : Unleashes The Aura!

.R.O.B. : Assembles!

.Toon Link : Sails Off!

.Wolf : Dives In!

.Villager : Comes to Town!

.Mega Man : Joins the Battle!

.Wii Fit Trainer : Weighs In!

.Rosalina and Luma : Launches Into Battle!

.Little Mac :Punches In!

.Greninja : Makes a Splash!

.Palutena : Alights!

.PAC-MAN : Hungers for Battle!

.Robin : Brings the Thunder!

.Shulk : Foresees a Fight!

.Bowser Jr : Clowns the Competition!

.Duck Hunt : Takes Aim!

.Here Comes a New Challenger: Ryu!

.Ken : Turns Up The Heat!

.Cloud : Storms In!

.Corrin : Chooses to Smash!

.Bayonetta : Gets Wicked!

.Inkling : Makes a Mess!

.Ridley : Hits the Big Time!

.Simon : Lashes Out!

.Richter : Crosses Over!

.King K. Rool : Comes Aboard!

.Isabelle : Turns Over a New Leaf!

.Incineroar : Enters The Ring!

.Piranha Plant : Pipes Up!

.Joker : Steal The Show!

.Hero : Draws Near!

.Banjo-Kazooie : Are Raring to Go!

.Terry: Faces the Fury!

.Byleth: Joins Smash House!

.Mii Brawler : Gets Up Close and Personal!

.Mii Swordfighter : Take a Stab!

.Mii Gunner : Locks and Load!

With the first half out of the way, here’s characters that would fit well in Smash, video game or not

.Paper Mario (Super Mario) : Joins the Fold!

.Geno  (Super Mario)  : Shoots From the Stars!

.Waluigi (Super Mario) : Arrives In Time!

.Dixie Kong (Donkey Kong) : Whips It Good!

.Linkle (Legend of Zelda) : Arrows In!

.Poochy (Yoshi) : Fetches a Fight!

.Bandana Waddle Dee  (Kirby) : Waddles In!

.Marx (Kirby) : Rolls Into Battle

.Zan Partizanne (Kirby) : Shocks the Competition!

.Krystal (Starfox) : Freezes Over!

.Mimikyu (Pokemon) : Dresses for Battle!

.Buzzwole (Pokemon) : Flexes In!

.Necrozma (Pokemon) : Devours the Light!

.Sandaconda (Pokemon): Slithers In!

.Ninten (Earthbound) :  Powers Up!

.Samurai Goroh (F-Zero) : Slices the Showdown!

.Lyn (Fire Emblem) : Slashes Into the Brawl!

.Viridi (Kid Icarus) : Drops the Bomb!

.Hades  (Kid Icarus) : Gets Reckless!

.Ashley (Warioware) : Casts Trouble!

.Shadow (Sonic the Hedgehog) :  Brings the Chaos!

.Rex (Xenoblade Chronicles) : Drive Into Battle!

.Jeanne (Bayonetta) : Weaves Her Way!

.Octoling (Splatoon) : Passes the Test!

.Callie and Marie  (Splatoon) : Stay Fresh!

.Pearl and Marina  (Splatoon) : Stay Off the Hook!

.Alucard (Castlevania) : Rises  Above the Darkness

.Oracle (Persona 5) : Hacks In!

.Shantae (Shantae) : Dances Through the Danger!

.Monster Hunter (Monter Hunter) : Joins the Hunt!

.Filia (Skullgirls) : Brushes Up!

.Cerabella  (Skullgirls): Brings the Big Top!

.Peacock  (Skullgirls) : Toons In!

.Squigly  (Skullgirls) : Reignites!

.Rayman  (Rayman) : Lends a Hand!

.Spring Man (ARMS) : Armed and Dangerous!

.Ribbon Girl (ARMS) : Wraps In!

.Ty and Revvit (Dinotrux) : Truxs it Up!

.D-Structs and Skrap-It (Dinotrux) : Rampage In!

.Ton-Ton  (Dinotrux)  :Races Through!

.Xee  (Dinotrux) : Small But Mighty!

.Flapjaw  (Dinotrux): Wings It!

.Moana (Moana) : Washes Up!

.Maui (Moana) : Gets Hooked!

.Tamatoa (Moana) : Rises From the Depths!

.Johnny (Johnny Test) : Explodes Into Action!

.Dukey  (Johnny Test) : Fights Some Fur!

.Vampire Susan and Mary  (Johnny Test) “ Glitter for Glory!

.Duke (The Vampair Series) : Bites In!

.Missi (The Vampair Series) : Slays in Her Velvet Dress!

.Charlie (Hazbin Hotel) : Hops Into Action!

.Vaggie  (Hazbin Hotel) : Makes Her Point!

.Angel Dust  (Hazbin Hotel) : Webs In!

.Alastor  (Hazbin Hotel):Goes Full Smile!

.Rawhide (Long Gone Gulch) : Slingshots Into Smash!

.Snag  (Long Gone Gulch) : Goes Monstrous!

.Mako  (Long Gone Gulch) : Put Some Bite Into the Fight!

.Cuphead (Cuphead) : Rolls the Dice!

.Mugman (Cuphead) : Goes For Broke!

.Bendy (Bendy and the Ink Machine) : Makes His Premiere!

.Allison  (Bendy and the Ink Machine) : Strikes From Above!

.Wallace & Gromit ( Wallace & Gromit) :Get Crafty!

.Fern and Willis (Awful Hospital) : Go Medical!

.Dr. Phage  (Awful Hospital): Goes Quack!

.Carmen Sandiego (From her Netflix remake) : Strikes Into Smash!

.Sam & Max ( Sam & Max: Freelance Police) : Make the Case!

. (Team Fortress 2) Meet the Heavy!

.Homestar (Homestar Runner) : Dashes Through!

.Strong Bad (Homestar Runner) : Checks the Competition!

.Mr. Bump (The Mr. Men Show) : Takes a Crash!

.Chris (Wild Kratts) : Gets Wild!

.Martin  (Wild Kratts): Takes A Swing!

.Aviva  (Wild Kratts):Goes Technical!

.Taterazay (Patapon) : Fights to the Beat!

.Ben (Ben 10 Omniverse) : Goes Full-Hero!

.Vilgax  (Ben 10 Omniverse):Shows His Might!

.Gwen  (Ben 10 Omniverse):Gravites Her Way!

.Charmcaster  (Ben 10 Omniverse):Charms up a Fight!

.Kevin  (Ben 10 Omniverse):Keeps it Rock Solid!

.Ralph (Wreak-It-Ralph) : Wreaks It Up!

.Lilith (Boarderlands) : Answers the Call!

.Claptrap (Boarderlands) : Starts A Revolution!

.Shrek (Shrek) : Takes Orge!

.Spongebob (Spongebob Squarepants) : Is Ready!

.Tracer (Overwatch) : Blinks In!

.Jotaro (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures) : Stands Proud!

.Flain (Mixels) : Heats Things Up

.Snoof  (Mixels):Skis to Battle!

.Scorpi  (Mixels) : Snuggles By!

.Tentro  (Mixels) : Stretches In!

.King Nixel  (Mixels) : Nixes The Battle!

.Booger  (Mixels) : Slimes In!

.Volectro (Mixels) : Shocks and Awe!

.Globert (Mixels) : Dazzles The Showdown!

.Knight (Hollow Knight) : Shades In!

.Hornet (Hollow Knight) : Creeps Up

.Agumon (Digimon) :Digivolves!

.Jibanyan (Yo Kai Watch) : Summon Forth!

.Hat Kid (A Hat in Time) : Shows Up in Time!

Sweet lord that was a mouthful, and now I feel like Pooh’s Adventures, adding characters into a story where they don’t belong. So, how did all of these guys meet up with the Smash roster? The answer to that question will be brought up in the next episode: the story mode, where we unfortunately reunite with an infamous foe, sort of... Stay tuned folks!

[howdoyouspellepiphany]

The Prophecy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park jimin (DemonAU)

Words: 5653 words

Summary: Long ago, the Divines and Fallens received a prophecy that promises their demise in the hands of a mortal that says:

Beautiful as the creature may be, fire doesn’t burn, ice doesn’t freeze, water doesn’t drown and lightning doesn’t destroy.

Now, the demon prince (Min Yoongi) meets a pink-haired waiter (Park Jimin) who looks like heaven and smells like sin. As their relationship blossom, the Divines and Fallens are beginning to wonder about the prophecy.

Warnings: Crude language, ignorant author

Note: I kind of know how Tumblr works now. Yay

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Min Yoongi is known to be a heavy sleeper who once slept for 2 days straight without an ounce of remorse. He remembers the good times when he wakes to burnt candles and the smell of spider lilies. It took him a while to realise that his room has been transformed into a shrine to respect his ‘departed’ soul. His father had his mother come to Infernum to see him for ‘the last time’. Yoo Jung was seen wailing when she hears about her son from her husband. That year, autumn came faster than any other years as Demeter tried to calm her daughter down. But the thought of losing her son hurts.

 When he wakes, he wakes to his mother hugging him and was engulfed in a bone-crushing hug from his little brother and Namjoon. He got a beating from Jin and Hoseok refused to talk to him for days. Yoongi did receive an earful from his parents and was – what happened afterwards? His memory doesn’t serve him any justice as the memory appears to be fragmented and lost. But it is expected since he did lose a big chunk of his childhood; only retaining a few important ones.

When Yoongi was forced to act as regent, even the slightest noise wakes him up. Nothing gives him peace anymore and whenever Namjoon or any other council members try to start a conversation with him, it’s never about music or the sky. It’s always about work and more work. And eventually, sleep doesn’t seem as important like it once used to. Not when all the creatures living on Earth that are registered under Vescor is under his protection and not when he has a kingdom to run. Sure, if he wants to, he can use aggression and violence to get things done but that’s not what Hades had taught him. The king of Infernum had taught him to be fair and that’s exactly what he will become; fair.

In the dead of the night, Namjoon stumbles in the room through a small door connecting the hall and their shared chamber in his demon form. The said man desperately tries to be as quiet as he could despite knocking everything over. His advisor’s efforts were fruitless but it’s the thought that counts even though it’s rather painful how hard Namjoon is trying. All Yoongi is hoping now is that his pink-haired advisor doesnt leave a trail of blood on the way to their shared room. 

 Nevertheless, Namjoon in his demon form is relatively scary. He doubles his normal height and has grown claws for nails. Demon Namjoon has heterochromia – red on his left and light blue on his right with big horns on his head and two snakes as a tail. His father was the previous Asmodeus before he steps down with Ken as his successor while his mother was a Wendigo; the most powerful kind to have ever existed. Namjoon is the son of the sun and the moon and he is already very resourceful even before he took the position as Yoongi’s advisor. His once brute Namjoon now whispers curses every time he stubs his toe near a furniture and when he trips over his own leg in fear of waking Yoongi up.

Little did he know, the prince is already up the moment he steps in the front door.

When Namjoon stops near his bed, simultaneously dropping a few Ryan dolls on the floor, the demon pants as he tries to regain his human form. Yoongi quietly listens to Namjoon’s pained grunts and laboured breathing as the latter’s bones snap and crack to signal the start of the bone remodelling and the retraction of his demonic features.

It hurt.

It always hurt. How can it not? Their bones are remodelled while their extra organs/limbs are forced to retract back into the ‘slumber’ body. As for Namjoon’s case, his heterochromatic eyes and horns need to be kept too. ‘Jin-hyung would know what to do to lessen his pain,’ Yoongi thought. ‘Jin-hyung will always know what to do. They are bonded, after all.’

After a few excruciating minutes of hearing Namjoon’s grunts and pants, his advisor slumps over the bed while his two snakes slither across the bed, hissing noisily. The prince grumbles as he gets out of bed. It is futile to try and go back to sleep when his mind is at its loudest. When Yoongi approaches the two snakes, they had lowered their head and with a silent command from Yoongi, they retract into Namjoon’s body. Poor boy must have lost all his energy. Although it almost never happened to Namjoon, gathering the information must have been more tiring and energy-draining than Yoongi had originally thought. 

The mint-haired prince grabs a Ryan-themed blanket and puts it over his advisor’s body as he glances over to Jeongguk’s empty bed. It has been untouched for days and his bed still has the same, white and unwrinkled sheets. He had to resist the urge to lay on it or touch it just to spite his little brother but decided against it. Rather than fight Guk, he’d rather spend it on finding the little bastard who is trying to steal his kingdom from him.

Min Yoongi walks out of the room and makes his way towards the balcony, not forgetting to grab a box of cigarettes on the coffee table. He glances at the brown piano and decided to just sit outside. His slim fingers grab one stick and puts it between his lips. He lights it up with his forefinger as he stares at the bright lights decorating the tall buildings before him. He sucks in all the nicotine as much as he can before exhaling a puff of grey smoke. Seoul, even his sight is restricted behind the grey smoke, still resembles a lighted up Christmas tree. It is impossible for him to be at a place in the city where light doesn’t hit for it has always been so bright and festive in the heart of Seoul.

Seoul, in his eyes is bright.

But bright lights cast the biggest shadow. People can only see the superficial parts and fail to see the deep parts.

He finishes the cigarette with 2 more takes and he had extracted his wings. His grand, magnificent, black wings have made its appearance (smaller due to space constraint but the beauty of his wings can never be compromised.) and tore his pale skin and the black shirt he wore to bed in the process. Specks of blood splatters everywhere within the proximity, decorating his mother’s mini garden with tiny droplets of red. He stands on the railing as he takes in a deep breath of the early morning air.

He jumped off and with his fully extended wings, he had soared off to the dark skies where the stars decorate across the sky and the moon is hung high up in the sky. It is times like these that he enjoys most. The serendipity he feels and the ephemeral feeling of being free. Free while he is in the sky for when he steps back down, the shackles are back on his limbs, tying him down to Vescor and Infernum while his responsibilities hit him like violent waves.

If his father were here, would he have let the massacre happen? What could he have done to prevent it? The thoughts cloud his mind and once again, his eyes change colours and black takes over.

When he looks down from above, he has a very mean look on his face. One that Hades wears all the time and it’s the look of disgust and disdain. Yoongi puts all his wrath in one flock of his wings and he is almost sure that the wind will eventually turn into a tornado or cause a tsunami somewhere.

Seoul, in his eyes is black.

Seoul resembles both Paradisus and Infernum for the most part.

They are both dark and light

They are grey.

He is grey – devoid of colour, and is just a shade between the bleaching white and swallowing black.

             Before Yoongi flew back, he had stayed to watch the sunrise. Memories of Hoseok and Mejiwoo, the angel’s elder sister being created flashes through his mind. No sunrise can ever be compared to that morning Hoseok and Mejiwoo is born.

Beautiful.

They both of them are beautiful and golden.

They’re different from the grey lead Yoongi is known for.

When the prince flew back, the balcony is wiped clean of his blood and the door is left open to allow air to come in. He retracts his wings the moment he stumbles into the room as the smell of food floods his senses. He, just like any other demons don’t need food to nourish them but it doesn’t mean that they don’t enjoy it.

Yoongi pulls the torn shirt over his body as he walks confidently towards the kitchen where an expected Jin-hyung is cooking with a pastel yellow with little blue clouds apron as the male hums to a melody Yoongi easily recognizes. It was a song he used to play on the piano to show off to his friends. After… A tragedy? Yoongi doesn’t know. As far as he knew, he hasn’t played it in a long time probably due to his duties as regent but it feels like there is something else underlying it. Something must have happened that made him stop playing the piano since he couldn’t bring himself to even touch the brown, old piano his mother still keeps around just in case he changes his mind.

He walks straight to the kitchen where a cup of freshly roasted coffee is set on the table next to a bowl of rice cooked with black and red beans while Jin transfers the fried chicken to a more presentable plate after draining the excessive oil. Yoongi scans the table as he hums in approval. Jin had made a traditional Korean breakfast with the side dishes ready and he has already begun salivating. There are some tofu cooked in soy sauce and egg omelette.

“You’re making a lot. Are you expecting guests?” Jin scoffs at the playful jest as the prince sips on his coffee. It is black, sugarless and hot – just the way he likes it.

“They’re not for you.” Jin places the fried chicken on the table as he cleans his hands with some soap and dries them on his apron. Yoongi smiles a little when the table is clearly set for two since Namjoon and probably Jeongguk (whom Yoongi assumes is back due to the amount of fried chicken Jin had made) wakes up fairly late.

Jin grabs his chopsticks after Yoongi had shove a fried chicken into his mouth. Even if Jin speaks freely to Yoongi, it has never been forgotten that Yoongi is still the prince of Infernum and the son of Aphrodite respects his younger friend a lot for it. And he tends it to show it in subtle actions. “Yoongi-ah, Ken had told me that Suran-noona called yesterday, asking for you.” Yoongi grunts and shoves another mouthful of rice and chicken into his mouth. “It’s about Vescor.” Yoongi looks up from his food before resuming eating. Jin pauses for a while, as if getting a telepathic message from the prince.

‘Talk about it after breakfast.’

“Anyway, I think it’s high time you get a phone.” Jin said, mimicking Yoongi’s eating style.

“Then get me one.”

“I will. But you need to come get it at Aphrodite before nightfall.”

“Yeah, ok.” Yoongi mumbles as he asks for seconds.

“No.” Yoongi stresses, glaring at Hoseok from behind the transparent shower curtains. After breakfast, Jin left without telling him what Suran wants and Yoongi just let it be. They will be meeting soon, anyway. It shouldn’t matter if Jin had forgotten or not.

Hoseok came a few minutes after with a joyful smile and shining eyes. Apparently, the angel told Yoongi that he’ll be closing his dance studio, Gabriel for some time to help out at Yoo Jung’s floristry, ‘Bunga’.

“Hyung,” The angel whines as the demon prince growls in the shower. The angel leans against the blue and white tiles of the bathroom as supports a pout. The demon prince scowls in response as he takes a sum of shampoo and wash his mint-green hair thoroughly. He makes sure to wash his hair properly and condition it before going out. Frizzy, dried up hair is the last thing he needs during his stay on Earth. “I swear I have a good excuse.”

“What could even be a good excuse, Seokkie? You’re closing Jibril-“

“Gabriel.” Hoseok frowns.

“Same difference. They’re both your mentor’s name.”

“True, but my dance studio is ‘Gabriel’. So, say it correctly.” Yoongi sticks his head under the shower and washes his shampoo-ed hair.

“As I was saying, you closing down-”

“On a short hiatus.” Hoseok corrected once again and in turn, the irritated demon takes in a deep, sharp breath.

“Can you stop interrupting me for once, Seokkie? For fuck’s sake.” Yoongi glares at the angel who still supports the joyful smile and shining eyes. Hoseok knows that Yoongi means nothing behind his insults and welcome them with open arms.

“I need to make it clear so that you don’t get the wrong idea. I need a short break from dance, hyung.” Hoseok said, pushing himself off the humid wall as Yoongi applies conditioner to his hair. The angel takes the articles of his clothes off and joins the demon prince in the shower. “Hyung,” Hoseok said in a soft voice – the voice he uses to persuade Yoongi. “Please believe in me when I tell you that. I have been thinking about it for a while. I swear I’m not lying.” Hoseok whispers against the expanse of his skin as the latter trail kisses all over the demon prince’s back. Yoongi sighs when Hoseok wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist.

“Dancing is your dream, Seokkie.” Yoongi whispers, staring at the steam radiating from the hot shower as he reaches over to press some body wash on his palm when Hoseok beats him to it.

“Yes, but Yoongi-hyung, helping you is a second nature to me.” Hoseok never ceases his kisses even when he lathers Yoongi’s pale, cold skin with firewood and mist scented soap. Yoongi stays quiet afterwards. What the angel said hold truths to it and the golden colour hovering Hoseok’s honey skin proves it. Hoseok is the first man and species different from Yoongi’s own that he had slept with and Yoongi still remembers the state of euphoria he felt during the night with Hoseok. He remembers the younger’s gentle touches and hushed wishes – all which he succumbs to.

But it was just one night and it made Hoseok unable to fly despite having wings of his own. His halo dimmed significantly after that night and the two of them refrained from any sexual intercourse mainly on Yoongi’s side in order to preserve Hoseok’s status as an angel. He would be damned if he ever let the younger angel fall.

He already let one get so sick, she may never be able to recover and continue her remaining life as an angel.

“Hyung,” Hoseok whispers from behind him, fingers now massaging Yoongi’s tensed back. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” Yoongi lies behind his teeth as he continues his shower. “I’ll let you do whatever you want.” The prince says after a while of silence.

“You’ll let me work at ‘Bunga’?”

“If that’s what you really want to do.” Hoseok gives him the biggest smile he has ever seen as he hops out of the shower and grabs his clothes on the floor.

“Yes!” The angel cheers as he simply takes Yoongi’s towel and runs out the bathroom without closing the door.

“At least close the fucking door.” Yoongi grumbles.

“Oh by the way,” Hoseok sticks his head at the ajar door. “As proof that I will never regret working at ‘Bunga’ is that I overheard Jackson Wang’s trainees from Tantara Records that the ‘New Ruler of Infernum’ is going to overthrow you.” When Yoongi’s eyes darken as he stops the water flow, Hoseok raises his hands in defence. “It’s their words, not mine.”

“Overthrow me?” Yoongi chuckles darkly. “Me? What a joke.” With all the heat radiating from Yoongi’s body, the water droplets quickly turn to steam and evaporated into the thin air. “Little bastard couldn’t even enter the castle without my permission.” The castle is located in the heart of Infernum in the main, capital city, Gehenna. It is designed to pulverize anyone who doesn’t carry Hades’s blood in their veins if they ever try to leave or enter without their consent.

And his guards are trained to be loyal to the crown – all so ready to please and kill for the crown. His top general is Lucifer and followed by other 4 demons named Beelzebub, Belphegor Leviathan and Mammon. They are all trained by Hades to specifically protect the royal family and the peace of Infernum. They will never betray him.

Yoongi tells himself just that every time he finds himself alone but it gets harder to convince himself. What the prince got in return isn’t relief but strange anxiety. None of his guards back home in Infernum had contacted him and they are supposed to report to Namjoon or him every subsequent day. But no updates were given. The Styx Goddess hasn’t updated anything either but it must because that she was crowned to be regent after his absence.

He just hopes that the Goddess of Styx would try to make lessen the complications of any given matters that were given in his absence.

To come back and see the whole Infernum on fire (due to her lover, Acheron) is the last thing he wants.

By the time he got dressed, Jeongguk woke up with a pout, asking where he’s going. He’s very confident that his little brother is only acting upon reflex and that he is not even half awake yet as the younger demon struggles to keep his eyes open only to fall back to bed. Yoongi cracks a small smile and pulls the blanket over Jeongguk’s torso before making his way to the balcony.

“Are you leaving?” Hoseok says with mouth-full of rice and fried chicken as he stumbles from the kitchen.

“Only for a little while, yes. Things are strange back in Infernum. They aren’t reporting anything to me.”

“You mean, Lucifer.” Hoseok swallows as he says the fallen angel’s name in distaste. Hoseok wasn’t born yet when the whole Adam-Eve-forbidden apple fiasco and neither have Yoongi. While the angel has his own views on the fallen angel, Yoongi does too. Hoseok doesn’t understand why Lucifer couldn’t have just listened to orders even if he doesn’t want to do it. Following orders are simple. You don’t have to feel it. You just do it. It baffles the angel greatly. It’s better to just go along with things without questioning it rather than having their wings ripped off of their backs. Yoongi, on the other hand, understands where the jealousy is coming from for he would have been jealous too if his parents have another child and decided to love the child more than him. It’s the same with Lucifer. His maker practically gave him a big ‘fuck you’ and chose the human who is made out of clay. Since when did dirty-ass clay become better than fire?

“Seokkie,” Yoongi pauses as he sticks his tongue against his cheek in mild exasperation. “Not today.”

Hoseok can only sigh in response. Yoongi has never been one to actually share his business about his generals with him. Even if they are close, Yoongi can never fully trust the angel for Hoseok’s loyalty belongs to Zeus and the likes. Yoongi isnt one to hold a conversation regarding Infernum affairs with anyone other than Namjoon and Jeongguk. It isn’t anything deep it’s just how it’s always been. “Alright, sorry.” Hoseok mumbles as he swallows the food he has been munching. “I’ll be in ‘Bunga’ if you need me.”

Yoongi watches the angel retreat to the kitchen with a bowl in his hand and sighs. Hoseok is upset and truthfully, Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to care. Not now, not today.

He stands on the railings, jump off the building and allows his wings to be extracted from his skin with a sickening crack. Yoongi no longer grimaces at the sound or the pain it seems to bring whenever he summoned them when he was younger. Now, he only feels a numbing and tingly sensation. He flies up into the sky and towards a crevice in a dark area where sunlight doesn’t hit Seoul. He soars and glides with the wind and once he found a dark crevice, he speaks in an ancient language – one that Charon, the ferryman understands so that he could open the entrance for the prince.

When Yoongi returns to his palace in central Gehenna, the capital city of Infernum, Styx and her lover, Acheron is found waiting for him in the gardens on the palace. Styx had filled him in the information he wanted during his absence and she admitted that she hasn’t been able to update him on anything due to Lucifer’s disappearance.

“It’s bad, Your Highness. The Sluaghs are all over the place now that Lucifer isn’t around to keep an eye on them.” Styx says, rushing towards Yoongi as soon as the man steps in the premises of the palace. Styx is a woman who is made of water with long, flowy hair. She is the guardian and the Goddess of Styx River, the main of the 5 rivers surrounding Infernum. Her lover, Acheron, is the guardian of the fiery river in Infernum, the Acheron River. The man doesn’t speak much and when he does, he only tends to only speak to his lover. The man of big build next to Styx has red hair and red eyes. “Lethe, Coccytus and Phlegethon have been trying to curb the Sluaghs along with Leviathan. But for some reason, my prince,” Styx says, warily looking around. “The Sluaghs said something about the ‘New Ruler of Infernum’.”

‘Fuck’ Yoongi closes his eyes in annoyance. ‘Lucifer is gone? Where the fuck did her go?’ His patience is really wearing thin. One: Is the cause of his anxiety was proven to be right? Two: If he ever hears another one calling the bastard the ‘New Ruler of Infernum’, his hands will really be their new choker. “What did they say, Styx-noona?” Yoongi’s voice wavers as he tries to remain calm. It is much too dangerous for him to lose control in the public eye.

“I think matters such as these are best discussed in the protection of the castle walls.” Styx said, touching her lover’s hand, burning herself in the process. Acheron quickly steps away but Styx doesn’t let his hand go. Yoongi has never understood the love Styx and Acheron shares. They can’t even touch each other without hurting each other and they couldn’t continue their day without touching each other. Yoongi watches the steam arising from where their hands meet and couldn’t bring himself to say anything. Acheron once burnt Styx alive at the beginning of time for he was a raging fire that couldn’t be controlled. The man weeped for years until Hades decided to bring Styx back in the form of water to him. Acheron sees it as a chance that was given to him to live happily with his love and pledged loyalty to the crown for as long as he shall live if it meant he could live with Styx. Bu that’s not all that he did. The man actually changed. From the rambunctious, unforgiving and wild fire turned tame just for a fragile lover.

Yoongi didn’t understand why Styx chose to stay then and he doesn’t understand why she chose to stay now.

The three of them walk to the throne room in no haste when the pair of lovers are forced to part when Lethe came, panting, asking Acheron to join in the fight upon Leviathan’s orders before greeting the prince. When Acheron left, Styx opens the door to the throne room and Yoongi strides up to his throne. It has only been 2 days in the human world and he’s already missing his throne and the black, pointy crown that sits comfortably on his mint hair. “My prince, a few minutes after Namjoon left for Earth, a peculiar man came to my river.” This immediately catches Yoongi’s attention. Only gods and goddesses who are ready to make a pledge will descend to Infernum to see the Styx Goddess where a mark of their word will be tattooed on their skin.

Namjoon and Jin had made their vow in front of Styx and their vow of ‘Semper Fidelis’ are tattooed around their neck like a chain – a leash.

“He was wearing a black cloak, one that covers his hair but a few strands of green hair is visible. His pale is fair, so fair it resembles yours, Your Highness. He’s different. The hate that he radiates isn’t like anything I have ever tasted before. The hate – it radiates throughout his body, sire.”

Yoongi watches the water-woman as she tries to describe how it tasted like. Styx River feeds on hatred and loathing. ‘The stronger the feeling, the better the taste’ Yoongi recalls Styx once told him before. And for her to describe it as an exquisite taste doesn’t make him happy at all.

“And when he makes the oath with me, he left.”

“What vow did he make?” Yoongi asks even though he knows Styx will never tell him.

“Your majesty, you know I am very tight-lipped about oaths and vows.”

“Even if it means doing me a great favour?” Yoongi asks and Styx stares at him.

“Are you implying that the green-haired boy is the rumoured man?”

“I don’t know, noona. Nobody does.” Yoongi is tired. He just wants to find this boy and burn him alive. He just wants a cup of coffee and some peaceful time in his kingdom and on Earth. But that is a luxury he doesn’t seem to be able to afford. Lucifer is missing, the Sluaghs are doing whatever the fuck they please, the mysterious kelp on Earth, the slaughter of the People of Poseidon and now a boy with ominous energy. “Namjoon, Wang and his pups are all over the place trying to gather intel for me.” Yoongi grumbles as he stands from his throne.

“Anyway, while Luci is gone, have Mammon take charge. I want those Sluaghs in the dungeons.” Having Mammon, the demon known for avarice in charge is never a good idea in Yoongi’s point of view for Mammon is greedy and sadistic. He takes and takes but never gives and most importantly, he goes against Yoongi’s principles of being fair. But Mammon will have to do for now just until Lucifer gets back. He couldn’t possibly have Leviathan for she has too much on her plate right now and Belphegor is known for his laziness and lastly, Beelzebub is known for his gluttonous life. Yoongi would be damned if Beelzebub resorts to eating those Sluaghs who refuses to listen to him.

“Will do, sire.” Styx bows at Yoongi as he walks down the stairs.

“I need you to be extremely tight-lipped regarding this matter. I will leave Infernum in your hands for the time being and I expect it to be in good conditions. I need you to update me whenever you can. You no longer need Lucifer to transmit any message to me.” Styx nods in understanding. “One more thing, noona…” Yoongi trails off as he takes off the black, pointing crown from his mint hair as he runs his hair through it. “How’s… Y’know, Hoseok’s sister?” Yoongi asks despite knowing what Styx will reply judging from her eyes.

The guardian of Styx River has averted her eyes from meeting her prince’s bluish-grey ones. “She’s still the same.” The prince purses his lips. “I will still send the purple hyacinths to her despite you being on Earth.” Yoongi gives her a small smile and nods slowly. The prince hopes that if the other half of the golden sibling will accept the flowers and listen them if she refuses to listen to him.

“I have another favour to ask from you, noona.” Styx smiles and tilts her head to the left. “Can you have Charon change some Danakes to Korean Won?”

“May I inquire for what purpose?” The beautiful woman asks as she tucks one finger under her chin. She finds the favour rather peculiar because while her prince is known for many things, Min Yoongi isnt a lavish person.

“I need to buy some rubies for Jin-hyung.”

‘Ah, so that’s what it is.’ The water-woman thought as she pats Yoongi on the shoulder in response. “Did you put my sweet Jin on a dry spell again?”

“No, I didn’t.” Yoongi gives his noona a pointed look as the said man rubs the back of his neck and in response, the guardian guffaws.

“Whatever you say, Yoongi-ah. I’ll have them delivered to you and do ask Suran to accompany you when you buy them so you don’t get some ugly-ass ones.”

“Rude.” The prince mumbles as the prince makes his way out of the castle and Styx trailing close behind him. She had struggled to match his pace but the prince is way too fast for her liking. When the prince stops in his garden and extricate his wings to their full expanse, Styx abruptly stops. She doesn’t want to be in those wings’ proximity when they’re out. One flap and she might evaporate into thin air. “Take care, noona. Both yourself and my kingdom.” Yoongi said and the water-woman bows with her right hand over her left chest.

“Your wish is my command, my prince.” The prince finds himself smiling and with one powerful stroke, he ascends up to the sky. He opens a portal with one destination in mind – Jin’s pride, Aphrodite.

The prince had a ‘marvellous’ time at Aphrodite as the Divine hands him his phone and a few quick tips on how to use it properly. With a little ‘I don’t need that’ from Yoongi and a ‘You’ll never know when you do.’ As a response, Yoongi walks out with a jailbreak-ed phone and a game that allows you to fight other players with a sausage. And then with a smile, he makes his towards his happy place – The Promise Café.

“Here you go.” Jimin smiles as he places a tall glass of vanilla milkshake in front of Yoongi. The prince is still on his little quest on finding the right flavour that resembles the chubby-cheeked waiter and that explains the vanilla milkshake. When he reaches out to take the glass, he realises that the pink-haired boy had added something extra at the side and before Yoongi could even ask about it, Jimin had already gone to greet a new customer. Yoongi couldn’t help but muster a little smile. ‘How nice.’

While Yoongi is lounging on his chair, (from his point of view), he saw a man – more specifically, V – who was watching the café in a distance. The Muse is wearing a brown hoodie and a washed-out blue jeans that are ripped at certain places. He no longer has that confident air around him or a frivolous outfit on. It feels like Yoongi is watching another man and the one before his eyes under the over-sized brown hoodie isnt V. The man had the hood on to cover his long, wavy brown hair as V’s chest pants heavily. Yoongi watches carely and a dark blue (one that’s much darker than his eyes) aura hovering above the Muse’s much too pale skin. If memory served him right, V has a rich, honey skin yesterday so what’s with the pale complexion today? V’s lips are trembling and chapped. When the Muse raises his arm to wipe his mouth, Yoongi notices a streak of red on the sleeve of his hoodie. After a while, V’s mouth moves and left. To Yoongi’s dismay, he couldn’t figure out the latter had said as the wind carries the Muse’s words away.

The prince’s eyes make their way to Jimin’s face now where the pink-haired boy is seen taking the orders of a regular. It was humiliatingly easy for Yoongi to remember the faces of Promise café’s regulars and new comers. When Yoongi takes the first sip of the vanilla milkshake, he instantly regretted his choices. It was so plain and milky and it tastes like eggs. Why the hell did he even think it was remotely close to Jimin? When the door chimes, he pays no heed to it as he forces the drink down his oesophagus and eats the extra thing Jimin gave him. The pastries taste good.

The customer at the door takes a seat across his table and Yoongi could feel it. Whatever or whoever the man is, they’re not human. Both of the hooded men have their hoods on but the one who is sitting in front of him made Yoongi raise his chin and furrow his eyebrows. The man has a mask on and the only thing Yoongi can see is the playful, goading pale blue eyes. If the man, much shorter than him with blue eyes doesn’t avert his gaze, Yoongi might have to dig those eyes out to make him learn his lesson but at the end of Yoongi’s thinning patience, the shorter man did.

Yoongi was about to take another bite when Suran gave him a chain of messages that came in like a flood. The prince growls in annoyance as he swipes as he gives the messages a glance before paying for what he ordered. He thanked Jimin and while the pink-haired boy is rushing to give him his balance, Yoongi unconsciously reaches out and ruffles his hair.

“Keep the change.” Yoongi said and Jimin seems startled a little before a furious blush makes its way across his cheeks. He mumbles a thanks and Yoongi watches how his cheeks move when the waiter’s plump lips move. ‘I can’t wait to eat you up.’ Yoongi thought, smiling. “No problem.” When Jimin’s mouth-watering smell reaches his nostrils and are beginning to cloud the prince’s vision, Yoongi suddenly (and awfully) is hyper-aware of his actions as he drops his hand and left.

His hand smells of Jimin now. And while the pink-haired boy has a bashful pink aura hovering his skin, the necklace around Jimin’s neck changes to a similar colour as well.

And for the nth time that week, Yoongi has a hard time cancelling out Jimin’s scent.

Chapter 5

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an assortment of dialogue prompts // Accepting!

@kallistcs asked: ❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜ / little Adonis to Hades!

It was the time of year when Persephone went topside, and it was always hard on those who had to stay behind. Hades himself was used to having to say goodbye to his wife for part of the year, despite the fact that it didn't get any easier and he didn't like it any more than he had initially.

But that was the compromise they'd agreed to, and he'd had plenty of time to come to terms with it. Little Adonis hadn't had as much time, and to him, it likely felt like his mother was just leaving for a large portion of the year. It was why Hades made sure to spend even more time with him for the first week or so after Persephone went up above.

And this year was no different. Hades had spent the day with Adonis, the two of them talking about what this part of this year would look like without Persephone. But even they needed to sleep.

He made sure the little boy was all tucked up snug and safe in his bed, and he'd been just about to leave, to head to his office for a little while longer when he spoke up, asking Hades to promise he'd be here when he woke up.

The god of the dead looked down at the sleepy child, a soft smile on his face. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised, brushing his hair off his forehead. "But you have to get some sleep." He would absolutely still be here in the morning, and he would take care of their son the best he could while Persephone was with her mother.

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Spiderman Prompts // Accepting!

@stygicniron asked: you sure you want to know? @ hades

Nico had been splitting his time between the Underworld and Camp, something for which Hades was grateful. He enjoyed spending time with his son, and it was one of the ways he could also keep an eye on him, make sure he was doing all right without being needlessly intrusive into his life.

They'd been talking, and he'd asked Nico a question. Nico had answered with one of his own, asking him if he was sure he wanted to know the answer.

"Of course I want to know, Nico," Hades murmurs, sitting down near his son. "If it's important to you, then it's important to me." He pauses for a moment, then offers Nico a soft smile. "Now, why don't you tell me all about it?" And if it was something Nico needed help with…., he would do everything he could.

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"This time of year is always hard," Hades murmurs, seeing how Adonis looks in the direction of the door, where Persephone headed back to the world above, to bring spring back to the land, to spend half the year with her mother. "The first few weeks are some of the worst." For him, at least. It still felt like Persephone might just come around the corner, that she was still here.

Hades could practically still smell her scent, that unique perfume of earth and spring and death that belonged to Persephone alone. But he knew that part of that was the fact that he wanted her to still be here, that he was willing himself to still be able to have some little piece of her here when she was gone.

Having Adonis here helped, though; he was their son in all ways that mattered, something for which he was quite grateful. Of course, they've been through this sort of thing a few times now, but it didn't exactly get any easier.

"But now we have plenty of time to change things around down here before she comes back," Hades offered with something of a grin. They could rearrange the furniture, the garden (okay, probably not), whatever they liked, to see if they liked things better when they were different and still have time to put things back if it ended up being terrible.

Part of him felt bad that Adonis had to stay with him here as well; wouldn't he like to go with Persephone, spend part of the year on the surface with her? But he'd be lying if he said he didn't like having Adonis here when Persephone was up above. Having their son with him helped make the part of the year without her less lonely.

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Hades was well aware of how mortals frequently depicted him in various works of fiction (the film about a certain Greek hero, though they'd used the Roman form of his name, made by a certain company whose mascot was a talking mouse came to mind as one of the more egregious depictions), though he hadn't been familiar with Mythomagic. Not until Nico showed him. At least this interpretation of him was equally as powerful as his brothers, if nothing else.

"I know it can't be easy for you, having the god of the dead as a father," he murmured, glancing over at Nico. "And for that…., I am sorry." His voice was soft, and it was clear how much he cared for his son. "I never wanted your life to be as hard as it has been…., but I wouldn't trade you for anything." Nico was his son, and he loved him dearly. He just wished that he'd had an easier life; Nico had been through so much at such a young age, and Hades wished he'd been able to protect him.

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@missallanea asked: “You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.” / persephone @ hades

It had been a while since he'd felt this content. After everything that had happened, he realized how much he'd missed this, missed feeling at ease with his own wife. He'd been so focused on his own insecurities that he'd forgotten what it could be like when they just trusted one another, when they actually talked and communicated instead of just fighting.

They still had a long way to go, to work on repairing their relationship…., but he was going to do everything in his power to be better than he had been. They were both to blame for how far things had gotten away from them…, but they had a chance to fix things, and they were going to take it.

"I think I forgot how it felt," he admits with a soft smile, pulling one of her hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to sun-warm skin. "I forgot a lot of things," he adds, his voice a low rumble. They had a lot to relearn, but they were going to do it together.

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@nectaric asked: ❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜ hera to hades maybe?

Hades flipped through the paperwork on his desk, looking for one file in particular. There had been quite a few awkward situations recently, with paperwork not being filed correctly, which meant that the soul it was attached to didn't end up where they were supposed to be. And he hated that. Not only did it make his job harder, it wasn't fair to those in his domain, under his care. Yes, they were already dead, but they should be able to count on their afterlife proceeding as it was supposed to, without paperwork being misfiled, which could mean that they were essentially misfiled.

He didn't notice the door to his office opening until Hera was right there, in front of his desk, clearly annoyed with him if her tone and her words were any indication.

"Good to see you too," he quipped, setting down the paperwork in his hand to look up at Hera. "Why is it you want to kill me this time?"

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@missallanea asked: ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ / seph @ hades

He'd been looking over paperwork when he heard her enter his office. She stood there for a few moments, just watching until she decided to speak, to make her presence known.

Hades looked up from the papers spread across his desk, something of a slow smile slipping onto his face. Serious and dull, was he?

"If I'm that serious and dull, that doesn't say much about your own taste, darlin'," he said, leaning back in his chair, setting down the pen he'd been using to rub a hand over his eyes. She wasn't wrong in that he had been working harder than usual lately; there was a lot to finish when the seasons changed, and he liked to get ahead of it, so he could spend more time with her.

Ever since Orpheus, he'd made a conscious effort to do better, to be better. And though he had moments where it seemed like he might just slip back into his old ways, he had to take a deep breath and actively work to not let his old fears consume him.

He pushed back from his chair and crossed the expansive office, taking his wife's hand in his own, to press a kiss to the back of her hand. "Take a walk with me?"

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Sometimes, Hades had to travel the way mortals did. And when he needed to travel across the sea, he made sure to check in with Poseidon first, to make sure his brother hadn't decided to forbid travel upon his oceans. Which was how he found himself boarding the RMS Titanic one April morning in 1912.

Considering he was also the god of wealth, he had secured one of the First Class cabins, though he would have been able to…..create some space, so to speak, if he'd needed to. Still, he didn't often like to do that sort of thing, not when he could avoid it, and he'd simply paid his way on the ship, like any other passenger.

But that was how he found himself in the company of the ship's captain and some of her officers, being introduced to a young woman by the name of Anastasia Andrews-Ismay. But she was no ordinary young woman, no.

"Pleasure to meet you," he said, offering her a smile. There was more to this young woman than met the eye, though he doubted most people would necessarily be able to tell.