#hades fanfic

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[sour-leminies]

Hi, sorry to brother you I LOVE how you write and I would to make a request for you about Maleficient x reader x Hades.

How come they're in a thresome but reader fels insecure because she think they love each other more than they love you and feels like something momentary, after avoiding them for a couple of days they enter in her room and found her crying, when they start to talk and she starts to explain herself they started to feels bad and explain them how much they love her, at the end they end Up making up to her spending the rest of the day showing her how much they love her.

THANKS SO MUCH 💕

“We love you desperately.”

Paring: Maleficent x F!Reader x Hades

Summary: To find one love of your life is rare, to find two is extraordinary. Hades and Maleficent are your everything, so why would they start to leave you out? Do they even care if you’re in this relationship, you can’t help but ask yourself.

Warnings: Poly relationship established.

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You had loved Hades and Maleficent with your entire being. You loved how they would help you get out of your comfort in a good way. How they would encourage you to be the worse/best you can.

When people learned about all three of you being together everyone had decided to judge. People had expected Hades and Maleficent to be together, but you in the mix? It made people question and start rumors.

‘They were with you out of boredom.’ ‘They were playing a prank on you.’ ‘They didn’t actually care about you.’

Hades and Maleficent would always make sure to shut someone up if they dare say that. They had tried their hardest for you not to hear it, but it couldn’t be help.

You would hear them whispering. It had made your confidence dwindle, made you question yourself in a way.

In the beginning you were scared that one of you would be left out, that one of you would feel less loved. You were proven wrong though, when everything went so perfectly despite the rumors.

The three of you would have dates, take turns picking movies, help each other. Always be there for one another. For a while it was amazing.

But slowly your fear was coming true, and it was you who felt left out.

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The three of you were walking down a path, laughing to yourselves at what happened to Uliana earlier. Turning into a pink flamingo.

You stopped once Hades pulled Maleficent hand back to him, also stopping her.

The god bent down and plucked a purple flower, handing it to the dark fairy.

You couldn’t help the little strike of hurt in your heart. “The purple flower is made for you.” It wasn’t often Hades spoke kinds words, but when he did he was always sure to be kind to the both of you.

So you felt like a fool waiting for the attention you thought he would send your way. However it felt like cold water drenched you as the two started walking again, calling out to you in a small “come on Y/N.”

—

A knock on your door drew you attention, and before you could even say come in, the person walked through. Or well people.

Hook and Morgie walked into the room, and they paused when they saw you.

You took notice of Diaval, Maleficent bird, trying to get out of Morgie’s hands while the boy struggled.

“What are you doing here?” You and Hook asked each other while Morgie continued to fight with the bird.

“This is my room.” You said, as if it was obvious. You and Maleficent had shared a dorm, for obvious reasons.

“Yeah but aren’t you on that date with Mali and Hades?” Clearly not, but what date?

James saw your confusion and felt like Hades was going to scold him, even though it wasn’t his fault the two of them didn’t invite you.

“Don’t you know?”

Is that why Maleficent left without saying anything? You had just thought she went to go hang out with Uliana. Sure you hadn’t really talked to the couple in a few days — you felt to insecure, but would they really okay with ditching you?

You could feel your self start to cry, hating it. The two villain boys also hated it cause they didn’t know what to do in this situation.

All they were doing was trying to put a bird back in its cage or very least its owners room.

James grabbed the bird out Morgie’s arm, to which the boy stuck his tongue out to the crow.

Hook tossed the crow in your direction and Diaval wasted no time in flying to your aid, cuddling up to you.

The two boys walked back out the room, and hook immediately stepped onto Morgie’s foot.

“What was that for?!”

“You started this!” Technically Hook was the one to spill. “You fix it and go tell Mali and Hades on how them leaving out Y/N is affecting them.”

Before Morgie could say no the pirate already walked away. Letting out a big sigh Morgie did as told, rubbing the spot where the crow nipped him.

—

Maleficent looked around the shops in town, sighing when she saw nothing worth getting you. Your birthday was coming up, so your two lovers had decided to go out on the town to try and find you something.

Hands wrapped around the dark fairy faced, and the voice of one of the loves of her life spoke. “Find anything?”

“No…” she sighed out. “Nothings worth it. What if we don’t find her something?”

Hades turned her around and placed a kiss on her forehead, “we’ll find something she’ll love.” He promised.

Though there little moment was interrupted by the son of Morgana.

“Y/N is upset…” he heaved out to the two. Who was now suddenly very alert. “Me and Hook told her about the date…” he heaved out again, out of breath from the running he did all around town to find the two of you. “You two are on without her.”

Hades suddenly felt like punching the two men who put something false in his girls head. It didn’t matter to him if they actually thought that — they should know better.

However Maleficent pulled him away and the two went rushing back to your room. Hoping you would listen and let them explain.

You were already acting weird enough, keeping to yourself and starting to pull away.

—

The two didn’t bother to knock, they just went into the room. Seeing you sniffling with Diaval.

His owner would be sure to give him as many treats as possible for trying to comfort Y/N.

Maleficent was the first one to sit on the bed with you, pulling you to her as you cried. “You two are going to leave me.” Your voice broke, and it ripped out their hearts.

Hades went into action and pulled both his girls to him, he was also rubbing your back as the two immediately denied your claim.

“We could never leave you.” Your beloved fairy said into your ear.

“Do you truly think us fools?” Your handsome god asked you. As if them leaving you would only be in death. And even then they would never leave you.

“Don’t lie. I know you were on a date… without me. And god saying that out loud makes me feel pathetic for caring so much.”

Despite how embarrassed you felt about how much this whole thing affected you, you could help by continue to cry, only this time quieter as you soaked in their affection.

“We weren’t on a date.” Hades was the first one to correct you, and Maleficent carried on. “We were birthday shopping for you.”

You slightly shook your head, that was still rested against Maleficent shoulder.

“Then why have you been leaving me out? Giving each other kind words, and flowers, and attention— without giving me so much as a glance longer than five seconds.”

The two powerful beings felt like such idiots. How could they be oblivious to your feelings?

“Baby, listen.” Hades started, pulling you away from Maleficent and into his lap. Making sure you looked him in the face.

“That flower I gave Maleficent, you may not realize but I’m pretty sure you’re allergic. You started sneezing when I gave them to you two before.” Now you felt like an idiot.

“I’m also sorry for not being fair. I should have realized sooner how you were feeling left out. And I’m sorry.” It was very rare for the god to apologize. To admit he was wrong — but with you it came so easily.

“I’m sorry too,” Maleficent said, turning your gaze to hers. “I don’t show love easily but I do love you. I love the both of you.”

You finally felt at peace as the god kissed your head while the fairy kissed your lips.

Hades leaned down to your ear and whispered, “we love you desperately, and we will make you believe it always.”

—

A/N: I feel like this is short, or it’s missing something so I may edit it in the future, but no matter how long I stare at it I can’t figure it out. So out my drafts it goes. ALSO THANK YOU!!!

[dazedandinked]

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Teen!Hades x Reader: Peculiar

Word Count: 586 Warnings/Notes: n/a Summary: The Reader is enjoying a quiet spot at Merlin’s Academy. While they are busy reading, Hades shows up.

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  Absolute silence. A rarity at Merlin’s Academy as it hosted a flood of students. From royalty to ordinary citizen and beyond, everyone was welcome to learn.   Outside, you found yourself relishing in the absence of the usual chatter. In the shade of one of the small hallways, arching between the courtyard and the indoors, you read a book. The bench you were sitting on was not the least bit comfortable, but you did your best to ignore it. For the chance to catch up on a book that you had been craving to read all day? You took it.

  Turning a crisp page, you smiled to yourself at the words. What you did not expect was to actually hear any.   “And you’re reading…again.”   Hades. You had missed his approach. The potted tree blocked your view into the courtyard.   “Yes, that does tend to happen, doesn’t it?” You asked, not looking up at him. A ghost of a smile etched over your lips as he stood in front of you.

  One moment, then two. Hades remained quiet, stoic. Sometimes it was rather uncharacteristic of him.   You read through another paragraph before you peered up from the pages. “Did you need something?” You asked.   He shrugged, lips pressed together in a thin line. With his thumbs resting idly in his jacket pockets, there was not much else that he did.   Shaking your head with a small smile, you returned to reading.

  The dragons were not exactly how you had imagined they would be. However, you did have to consider that perhaps the author had never seen one in person either. Works of fiction each held their own interpretations.

  Double checking the previous page, you almost paused reading entirely. The fellow student standing within arm’s reach was becoming oddly distracting for someone who remained utterly still.   Shifting his weight in his boots, Hades looked in either direction, inspecting. Deeming it a suitable situation, he sat down beside you. He leaned back against the stone wall and shot you a look.   You were giggling to yourself. The feeling of his gaze bore into you from the action, but you did not care. If he had actually meant any ill will to you, it would have been obnoxiously obvious by now.   Despite the look he gave you, he said nothing. At least not verbally. He bumped his knee to yours once.   Apparently, as the circumstance would have it, Hades wanted to spend time with you. Even if you were reading. Despite any fiery igniting of his hair, he could be quite patient.

  Reaching the end of the chapter, you placed a bookmark between the pages and closed the book. You put it next to you before straightening up on the bench. It took a moment, but you managed to dig up a piece of foiled gum. Holding it up between you and the young god, you paused in waiting.   Surprised that it was still held within your grasp, you turned your head to look at him curiously.   Hades rose a skeptical eyebrow.   “It’s mint, Hades,” you assured and smirked. “You know…spicy cold.”   He rolled his eyes. “Please don’t.”   Likewise, your brows raised teasingly. “Please?”   He sighed, tilting his head back against the wall. Looking directly at you, he said, “You’re hilarious, you know that?” His voice was thick with sarcasm. Even so, he plucked the piece of gum out of your hold.   “You’re welcome,” you laughed.   “Yeah, thanks.”

  And so went the peculiar friendship that you both somehow understood.

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Thank you for reading!

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[darlingpoppet]

Hades Doujinshi project news & Cover reveal!

来年2月1日〜2日のHadesシリーズWebオンリーイベント「クトニオス叙事詩3」のために、パトアキザグ(アキザグ、パトザグ、そしてリバ有りパトアキパト) 『Closest To My Heart』/『だれよりも心を許している男』という英和バイリンガル小説＆漫画の本を出させていただきます。表紙とコミックは、RIPTIDE様が描いてくださいました♡ どうぞよろしくお願い致します。

So I haven’t been around much on social media for the last several weeks, particularly tumblr (except for perhaps the occasional reblog or two haha.) Sorry about that! But the reason is because I signed up to participate as a circle for a Japanese Hades game series fan event, Chthonios Epic 3, currently scheduled to be held on February 1-2 next year. And after working hard on it nonstop for the last almost two months, I’ve just turned in my doujinshi manuscript: a bilingual physical edition of Closest To My Heart, including both the original English version and a brand-new Japanese translation. So good news if you liked that story and/or would like to give it a go reading it in Japanese!

I also got in touch with Riptide, who drew a comic version of the story, and I was so thrilled when they kindly agreed not only to draw a beautiful cover for the book version (as seen above!) but they also helped me prepare their comic for printing, AND they even re-edited the comic so it could have a proper Japanese version as well! Basically I couldn’t have done this without them and I am SO grateful!!! Along with DH who is my usual Japanese editor/beta reader, I hope we managed to put together a decent little book. It’s 114 pages total and I can’t wait to hold it in my hands!!!

I’m still in the middle of prepping for the event & making decisions about how to distribute and stuff like that, but if you’re interested in buying a copy (from an extremely limited print run lol), more details are forthcoming. Either way, for now I can say if you’re a Hades fan, you ought to come pay a visit to the event in February, since it’s all online! I believe they’re also still accepting sign-ups for circles to participate through mid-January… you can set up a booth even for things like fanworks not newly created for the event, merch, or just if you wanted to display your own Hades & Hades 2 artwork & stories <3

Anyways, back to my regularly scheduled fic writing!!!

[orpheus-has-lyreizz]

doodles reading novel by @rowanisawriter!!

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[nemaliwrites]

some hecate Thoughts on waxwitch hehe

The boy-shade comes every day.

He’s gone by night, which is the only reason you allow it — or else you would have blasted him out of the Crossroads with nothing more than a crook of your finger, no matter who his father. 

You should, anyway. He’s nothing but a distraction. A hindrance. A danger, even; the green glow of Melinoë’s arm proves that, a lesson she’ll never forget. It’s one thing to have those wings on his back. Another entirely to use them. 

But there’s something you see in his eyes: hunger. Desperation to prove himself. All good things. Necessary things, the same that your ward carries with her in every step she takes. 

It is those who failed and still rise whose next attack is the strongest. You know that better than anyone —and when you’re finished with Melinoë, the Titan Chronos will learn that, too. 

For you, too, have fallen. Wax wings, the Scythe of Time, it’s all the same. Falling is falling. 

So you watch and you wait. If he hurts her, you think, you’ll rip those wings off his back yourself, magick be damned. But when he looks at her, it’s with respect. Head bowed, eyes averted. No blood left in his body, and yet he blushes all the same. 

It isn’t a distraction she uses him as, you see, but motivation. She pushes herself further at the cauldron — though careful not to overextend, not anymore. Spends every free moment she has in the training ground. 

It’s the sound you hear, though, that makes you pause. Around the boy-shade, the princess laughs. She sounds like her mother, like her father, like everyone whose company she should have grown up in had she not the misfortune to be stuck with you. 

She cannot defeat Time with a smile on her face. There is no place in a war for laughter. You should set her straight. Remind her of your task. Her task. 

But…

Laughter so seldom has a place here in the Crossroads. It is a safe haven — but it is not a home. No room here for happiness or love. Only anger. Only grief. Just more weapons to wield like these torches of yours. 

One red eye, one green. An unfinished portrait. A green arm. It’s all the same. Falling is falling. 

In the end, you stay your hand. After all, you were young once, too. 

[taste-of-the-divine]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hollow-lime-green]

Fanfic Writer Interview

This looks fun!

How many works do you have on AO3?

55!

Which is not what is listed lol. This is maybe a good time to mention that I actually have a side PWP AO3 although I haven't used it in a while, and haven't written any PWP for JJK. So only go check it out if you like FE3H rarepairs or Hades, I guess.

And if you do the math between my two accounts, you still won't get up to 55 because a few of those are actually posted anon. I did some kinkmeme fills for the FE3H fandom and while I'm not ashamed of the content lol, I did those as more of a writing reset thing and they're not as edited/polished as I would like? So I just don't want them under my real accounts.

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

So first, just, full disclaimer - kudos is not a good stats metric to judge your fics. Kudos amount is not sensitive to quality, it is sensitive to fandom size, fic type (pwp vs plot-driven, oneshot vs multichapter, au vs canon), rating, and length. Please god do not ever judge based on flat kudos.

A better metric (which by the way you should still not care about metric when you do Enjoyable Hobbies) is hit:kudos ratio, which I find is almost always around 10:1. If I want to see how well a oneshot does, that's a good metric. Repeat readers can't give repeat kudos, so that metric is useless for multichapters.

Anyway this is why it's good to comment on the fics that you like - the nice words people say to you are infinitely more valuable and better than numbers. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

A Real Breakthrough - Arcane Jayvik, PWP, 4.3k Set in S1 Act 1 (so no spoilers for S2)

Yeah so this is my most kudosed fic and it is not even close. I love this fic, I snapped with this fic, however it is also the only thing I have ever written for Arcane so it's like this one massive outlier on my AO3.

2. it's not gay unless the domains touch - JJK Stsg 40k

It's a little surprising to me that this one has so many more kudos than 2sorcs, but that has more to do with a.) if you like 2sorcs you'll go back and read domains, whereas you may read domains and not go on to 2sorcs and b.) fandom life cycle and when domains was coming out vs 2sorcs coming out after JJK ended

3. Bend the Knee - Hades Thesterius PWP 3.6k

Ahahahaha i forgot about this fic, I did snap with it though. I will play Hades 2 when it actually full releases and then I'll probably be insufferable. Hades fandom was very very fun and friendly, especially the Thesterius subsection. It may have been the nicest and most accepting fandom I've been in.

4. two sorcerers chillin' in a hot tub (five feet apart cause they're not gay) - JJK Stsg 115k

she's up there! she's on the board!

5. The Torment of Stillness - Hades Charmes PWP 4.4k

good for her, I didn't realize this fic had done so well

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i really try to respond to all my comments, or if someone writes a bunch I'll respond to them as a group. I struggle to write comments myself, even when I absolutely love a fic, so to me it's no small thing when people take the time to comment, and responding is a way I can say 'thank you' and 'hi yes i am a real person and your effort has made me tangibly happy'. plus like, we're all doing this for community, and community only happens when we actually talk to each other. interaction is the life blood of fandom, and it's how you make friends :)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

weelllll I don't really write sad endings tbh. and maybe that's giving away the game a little bit with FIYM but I promise it's gonna be a tough road to the happy ending there. so if i had to pick one, it would be a Satoru POV piece but it almost doesn't count to me because those aren't exactly 'endings'. for that, I'd probably say the uncertainty principle (JJK STSG 1.4k) is the angstiest. it's also not really a plot story, so not really an ending, but I think 'angstiest character study' still counts.

by my definitions though, I am going to nominate Swan Song (FE3H Balthuri, 9.4k) This one is more full bore angst, although I think the ending is... optimistic? I really like this fic, although it is for a tiny tiny niche ship.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh. how do you even measure happy? also i don't have a lot of longfics with 'endings' because i'm a piece of shit with abandoned wips (i am so sorry FE3H)

I'm going to say Limitless (Hades Patrochilles, 1.1k)? It's not a lot of plot to be ending but I think it's probably the most feel good? Second nomination to Condemned (Hades Thesterius, 7.5k) which has a little more plot.

Do you write crossovers?

not exactly. I write AUs, but I don't generally cross characters over, which I feel like is more of what 'crossover' entails. No hate, just not something I feel particularly compelled to do.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

nope. literally never. it is extremely rare on AO3 (in my experience) unless you are dealing a Really Big Ship and you run into people with extreme T/B or characterization preferences. I have seen friends get hate, esp in Big Ships in the FE3H community, so I know it is a real thing that exists, but I have fully dodged it.

the closest thing I've ever gotten is someone being like "ew, you wrote Ares/Dionysus?? that's incest!"

but all you can do with that is laugh, because... my brother in christ, do you know Greek canon?

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yep. lots. I don't know what 'what kind' means, but I write all kinds. with and without plots, with and without inhuman genitalia, with and without consent.

i currently only have mlm and mlmonster posted, but i have written (and not been happy enough to post) wlw and het. hopefully that eventually changes, because I do feel bad that I don't have more equal opportunity smut out there. women are great we love women. i just don't feel like I write wl well enough yet.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

i have had someone ask, i don't know if they ever posted, it is still an extremely high compliment and it makes me smile that someone even wanted to do it.

i have had a fic recorded, which is definitely my peak (The Prince of Roses, FE3H Ashedue Sleeping Beauty AU 1k/6min). that was so cool. podficcers are very cool, they are doing god's work, and I would totally do it if I didn't hate my voice.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, and I think I would be a nightmare to work with, because I am very particular about everything.

however, i love love love collabing with artists and I have done that several times. and I would love to do more!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

FE3H Balthuri. It's so niche but it's so good. Balthus has a lot of depth to him if you look past the surface. And Yuri's backstory is an incoherent, impossible spaghetti bowl caused by the creative team not being able to say no to any single idea. love them.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The Lion of Kupala - Balthuri Canon Divergent AU 30k Political Intrigue

i think my plot ideas for this fic were very interesting, but the amount of effort I put into the atmosphere building and stuff was burning me out compared to the size of the community. and I would expect the fandom for this ship is basically dead these days so if I did go back to it, it would be a pretty solitary labor of love. I am unlikely to finish my Ashedue fics either, but I am significantly more likely to finish those because there's more potential that people might cheer me on and help me get to the finish line for that ship.

What are your writing strengths?

comedy, apparently! i didn't really write comedy until JJK, so that was kind of a surprise.

i would probably say characterization too. different reads on characters are (or, can be) equally valid because you're working with limited text. I think the key is staying consistent.

i'm very good at dialogue matching if there is a good enough sample size to draw from, which I don't think there is for lots of manga. i don't think my dialogue matching is good for JJK, especially with the translation from JP making some of the ENG sound unnatural in the actual manga. but I think for my other fandoms, I did pretty good

What are your writing weaknesses?

action for sure. and people are very nice to me about my action scenes, but they are for sure the hardest pieces for me to write and they take a long time for me to conceptualize and wrangle into coherent words.

these days, atmosphere has been a weakness too, I think. i used to really focus on that in my writing, but it has been more fun to be a little more dialogue and plot driven vs super rich moments. that's part of why I burned out on some of my FE3H fics. it takes a lot of mental energy for me in the writing process to constantly check in on scene setting/atmosphere.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

clarity is the most important thing - your reader should understand what you are saying and be drawn into the context of the world. sometimes writing dialogue in other languages adds, sometimes it subtracts. does the character understand that language? if so, they should hear it in the reader's language so that is understood. if they don't, then it should be given outside of the reader's language. and in that case, you should always have your specific translation in the end notes (if you want the reader (not the character) to know what was said), or you lose some clarity/intent.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Chainsaw Man.

when i started FIYM, the other Big Project I was looking at was a multipart 'X Lives and Here's Exactly How it Could Work in Canon". but i didn't find the ship very compelling and it takes a lot for me to write gen because I find the community is better/more active for ship fics. so we went with FIYM even though my idea was less fleshed out (narrator: that would soon change).

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

string theory (JJK, stsg, E, 17.4k)

which is funny because it's the only piece of FIYM that was totally unscreened by betas, it took the least time to write (proportionally), and I wrote it when I was probably at my lowest with anxiety, sleep deprivation, and stress.

actually right before I started therapy lol.

'tortured artists' or something like that

Ty for the tag @marichild <3 Tagging: @detta-pica @fireflywitch @ anyone else who wants to do it :))

[eanul-rmbl]

Hypnos x reader modern au headcanon/imagine where he thinks she and zagreus are dating and it's this whole puppy princess/jessie's girl (mostly puppy princess tho; hot freaks forever, babyyyy) scenario.

what up fellow hypnos enthusiasts, i am coping ;)

wc: 500+

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(Megaera ship has already long sailed and crashed.)

• When they first meet, he thinks she's cute.

• Her eyes squinted and crinkled with laughter

• She looked at so many things like they're worth the world, like they've enthralled her

• And she’s enthralled him

• After a while, he notices how she treats him

• She laughs with him, not at him

• She makes her own jokes to make him laugh, too; to cheer him up

• When he made a self-deprecating joke, she was worried for him.

• She takes him seriously

• Soon after, he grows anxious.

• He sees that she laughs with Zagreus,

• That the two of them aren't shy to touch (she punches him in laughter, friends do that kind of stuff (he doesn't realize that))

• You don't just ask two people if they're dating

• One day, he even sees them together at the place he works (they're shopping for a gift for Than (he doesn't know that))

• He feels terrible

• But then she smiles at him, jokes with him, and he finds himself soaking it all up

• By the time the two of them leave, he grinning to himself sighing

• It's tearing him apart when he feels her fingers brush against his

• He feels electrified.

• He turns to see her smiling with those squinted, crinkled eyes and that friendly (or perhaps mirthful?) expression of hers that hasn't changed

• His heart leaps, but then he sees Zagreus a little ways behind then, grinning with Thanatos, and he pulls away

• She's confused.

• She thought he liked her back,

• She felt how he'd lean ever so slightly in her direction

• She'd caught him staring at her, with a grin and a quip ready at hand

• She remembered how their fingers brushed the other day; remembered the sparks and fireworks ignited from a single touch

• Goodness, he was so precious

• His hair looked like sheep's wool

• His face was kissed in starry freckles

• His voice could lull her to sleep every night; soft as a whisper, gentle as a lullaby

• She covered her face in her hands and hair.

• She'll ask Zagreus about this later.

(She never ends up Zagreus)

• One day, Hypnos hears something about Zagreus and Thanatos dating, when he talks to Megaera about how terrible he's feeling for advice

• Megaera feels it's like it's weird to ask her, considering both her relationships (Zagreus and Hypnos) didn't work out (she's got a situationship with Dusa right now (“tf you talking about, girl? what about Dusa????” “h- what?” “what?”))

• But anyway she's all “isn't Zagreus dating Thanatos?”

• Huh.

• Huh?

• HUH???????

• When he asks Zagreus about it, it's that Hades game dialogue

• Woah. Really?

• Really.

• Woaaaah…..

• Zagreus asks about her and Hypnos

• Hypnos is all “whaaaaat? thats craaaaazy, hahaha…”

• They're talking as normal, her and him.

• Joking back and forth

• The only difference was the lack of touching; no pats on the back or shoulder, no fingers lightly brushing against each other, no coy gazes at each other

• But, this time, Hypnos lightly brushes their fingers

• She stops.

• (she’s inwardly like “hhhhhhhhhh keep it together, keepittogether!!!!!!!!!!! hhhhhĥhhhhh)

• Hes like “would you kiss the homies goonight”

• And she's like “hhhhhhhhhhwho's the homies”

• And he gives her this look

• And

• ....Yeah.. :)

[ladyknight33]

Hades II: The Missing Ares

(Until the full release comes out, the missing gods can be speculated on. Can’t wait to find out what is in store for Ares. Here’s my take. For now.)

Melinoë had passed this marble statue far too many times to count. It always felt odd, as though it was watching everything. She stood before the stone warrior. The detail in his armor was astounding. She could almost see the glint of metal within the white stone. It towered over her, feeling more like a one of the Olympians or the Titans in how she had to look up, barely able to see the helmet much less the face underneath. 

Her fascination with a statue shouldn’t stop her from continuing into the palaces of Olympus. Yet this night, it did. Melinoë began to notice more of the odd details that made this statue different from all the others. Mainly the pedestal seemed to be the very tile under her feet. Nor was the pose artfully striking, simply a warrior who had just donned his helmet. 

Curiosity got the better of her this night. The straps securing the greaves seemed so much like real leather that she had to touch them, just to be sure it was truly cold marble.

Darkness swallowed her. She tumbled without end. Though confusion and terror touched her heart, Melinoë refused to let them dictate her thoughts. She took breaths to find her calm before searching the never ending shadows for … anything. A glint caught her eyes. She willed herself towards it. A man in a simple chiton huddled against an unseen wall. The flash of light came from golden ichor dripping from under thick bronze chains. 

“Hello?” Melinoë called, slowing her approach. The man looked up, revealing dark red eyes under thick locks of matted white hair. There was no recognition of seeing anyone. “Are you alright?”

The man squeezed his eyes shut. “A fool… thinking someone was there.” He buried his face in his arms. “No one is coming for you. No one is even looking after so long…”

“I might not be looking for you, but I have found you. I would like to help.”

Looking up again, the man strained to see where her voice was coming from. He looked right at her and then his eyes slipped away to continue looking. Angrily he snarled, “I do not need voices to make my isolation worse.”

“Isolation? What happened to you?”

“You’re not…. You truly do not know?”

“I do not. I came upon this statue that was different. I touched it and now I’m here.”

“You are not here.” The man relaxed slightly, closing his eyes. “You still stand outside this prison. With a thought, you will leave. But I remain. I hear every sword strike, every explosion. The falling boulders, the sinking ships. But I can do nothing! Imprisoned and useless.” The man tensed and yanked against his chains. Ichor oozed from the old wounds. “Nor could you do anything. Once you leave, you will forget. They all have before. Now no one enters this corridor.”

“Prometheus guards the entrance. I’ve come to help break the siege of Olympus. Perhaps I could help you?” Melinoë had to step back when the dark red eyes turned to her with such hope. Then she was back in the entry chamber. The cold marble under her fingers. Haunting memories of the god, for it had to be since he bleed gold, clung to the recesses of her mind. Who was this god. Melinoë touched another part of the greaves, but felt nothing. Simply smooth stone. Whatever magic had turned a god into a statue now locked her out. 

Finding answers would have to wait for another night. If her task had taught her anything, it was patience and determination. But releasing this god might just turn the tide in this war against Chronos. 

[ancientpersacom]

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

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

[pockykierra]

New NSFW Charmes fic!

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: None

Summary:

“Charon.”

Behind him, Charon shifted ever so slightly. It was barely a twitch, but Hermes clung to the movement desperately, wanting more.

“Charon, please.” Hermes whimpered, his fingers digging deep indents into the pale skin of the boatman’s arm, the one wrapped tightly around his chest. He knew better than to try to move or wiggle, but he could barely stand it anymore. It had been so long. Hours, it felt like, since Charon laid them on their sides - Hermes’ back to his front - and pushed his thick, hard cock inside him, pressing against every spot that drove Hermes wild. It would have been so perfect-

If only Charon would move.

[twoheadedtulip]

Some fanart I did for my own fic! Not all that proud of how it came out (i.e. Charon's wonky ass oar lmao), but honestly not too perturbed :D (also click for better quality if you want!!)

Anyway the fic in question is linked under the cut if anyone's interested :]

Important to note that it has some nsft (very suggestive) elements! (Which is why it is under the cut in the first place, so please be wary, and don't interact if you're a minor!)

From Hip to Thigh

Ongoing/Mature/5,623 words

Dreams/Suggestive Themes/Insecurity/Charon POV

Summary:

His second dream was not like the first. All of it becoming more and more like how Hermes described the phenomenon.

A mash of colors and experience.

Of visual and sound.

He thinks he must have seen Hypnos and Thanatos in this dream, maybe his mother too. Shapes of what they might look like. Incomprehensible figures.

And there was something glowing among the mess. Something so familiar, drawing Charon to it, calling for him in that siren-like voice.

But before he could reach and touch it, the glow dissipated, and he would wake to the underworld around him.

or

Charon dreams continuously for the first time in a long time. Hermes seems to make an appearance in a number of them.

[darlingpoppet]

Where The Dead Forget — Chapter 8: Glory

Hades Gameverse Memory Loss AU | Achilles/Patroclus | E | Chapters: 8/22 | Words: 87,923 (Ch 8: 16,680) words)

Chapter 8 Summary: A treatment of the Scyros episode from the Achilles myths. Patroclus is called upon to honor his allegiance to war, and Achilles is keen to join him, for the sake of love and glory. His mother Thetis, however, has different plans.

Excerpt:

“Father,” Achilles began, “We have been told there are tidings you wish to share with us.”

“Indeed,” Peleus said. “I have called you both here—however, these are matters that primarily concern Patroclus.”

Next to Achilles, Patroclus’ bowed head lifted.

“Me?”

“Yes,” Peleus answered him. “I have just gotten word of a disturbing incident out of Sparta—a grievous crime in violation of the sacred customs of hospitality. Prince Paris, son of Priam of Troy, has abducted Queen Helen, the wife of Menelaus, son of Atreus. And since Helen’s former suitors from all over our kingdoms had sworn by oath to honor and protect their union, King Menelaus, along with his older brother, King Agamemnon of Mycenae, have called upon all those men bound by that oath to assist in ensuring Helen’s safe return to her rightful place.”

Achilles turned to Patroclus, astonished by this news. Patroclus, however, did not seem to notice him. He lowered his head once more, closing his eyes as a small, knowing smile appeared on his face.

“Ah,” he said simply.

“They intend to wage war against Troy?” Achilles asked, turning back to address his father. “And you mean to tell us that they wish for Patroclus to join them? Because—“ he blinked, quickly putting the pieces together, “—because he is among those who made the oath?”

“That is correct,” Peleus answered.

Achilles turned again to Patroclus. “I did not know of this.” He hoped his tone did not come off as aggrieved, even if he did feel a considerable degree of shock.

Patroclus looked back at him, his expression solemn, but strained.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to keep any more secrets from you. The truth is, it is something I simply did not think would ever come to pass, so I had put it out of my mind completely. I was so young then—not even ten—I had petitioned for Helen’s hand at my father’s behest.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I did not have a choice back then… and it appears I do not have a choice in the matter now, either. So I shall go, and honor my duty. I suppose since I am no longer a prince, it is simpler this way. I have no army of men at my command, so I will be able to leave at once for Mycenae on my own.”

Achilles shook his head.

“What are you saying, Pat?” he exclaimed. “What in all of the heavens and earth makes you presume that I wouldn’t come with you?”

Patroclus’ eyebrows lifted, eyeing him seriously. “I presume nothing. You are not bound to this war,” he said.

“But I am bound to you, aren’t I? You are my dear companion, and my duty to you is just as important as your duty to myself. If this is something you must do, then of course I will be by your side to protect you, and keep you company. And it does not matter that you are not a prince, without an army to call your own. You are a Myrmidon now—one of us. If you have no contingent, then you may share mine, and together we will muster the most splendid army in all of our kingdoms!”

Peleus, who had been listening to their conversation all the while, appeared delighted. He grinned handsomely.

“A magnificent plan, my son,” he said. “Of course, the kingdom of Phthia would be honored to do right by Patroclus, and extend its means to assist the Atreides brothers in their righteous cause. The both of you shall secure glory and victory for yourselves, and for us all. How particularly fortunate you are as well, Achilles. A man could not ask for a finer gift for his coming of age. You should be very pleased.”

Achilles nodded, flushed with pleasure and excitement. “There, Pat, you see? We all love you. And I don’t just mean those of us here in this chamber. Every one of us in Phthia.”

Patroclus eyes darted between father and son, both of them smiling widely at him with warm enthusiasm. At first, he appeared almost stunned by this, but then he bowed his head once again, his eyes glistening.

“Thank you,” he murmured softly, his voice tight with barely suppressed emotion. “I am grateful.”

Read the rest here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43292178/chapters/150227206

Previous Chapters: 1. Drown | 2. Grief | 3. Grace | 4. Weakness | 5. Together | 6. Guilt | 7. Known

[pepsiiwho]

"No mom, again?" Hypnos shrugs. "Business as usual, I suppose" Sleep finishes with a smile, already delighting in how the prince's face crumbles, wrinkling like balled up paper.

OR; What if Hypnos and Zagreus... weren't cool, actually...

Inspired by @kitsunico's art.... please love it as much as I did

Self indulgent AUs I love you... I love you