#megthan

[st-hedge]

And they were coworkers

[vvitchgender]

word or a phrase to turn into a story fragment challenge: you don't have to go gone but you can't stay here

“Get out of here.” said Meg, her voice rough with alcohol and unshed tears. “Before someone sees us.”

“Meg, please-” Thanatos reached out, wanting to touch her, calm her in some way, but his hand froze as she shot him a glare. Her eyes were glassy, vulnerable in a way he wasn’t used to seeing.

“You heard me. If my sisters see you here, I’ll never hear the end of it. I’m having a hard enough time already. I don’t need them gossiping behind my back about how I’ve gone soft. That I need a god to look after me.” She spat the word, and he couldn’t blame her. The Furies had a strained relationship with the gods, at best. Thanatos’ hand slowly fell back to his side, fingers curling in discomfort.

“If I go back to the House now... He’ll be there.” he said, quietly. He didn’t need to say who he was. They both knew all too well.

“You don’t have to go home.” Meg snapped, crossing her arms too tightly to be comfortable as she leaned against the wall. “But you can’t stay here.”

“Then, come with me?” Thanatos urged, trying his best to make his voice sound gentle. It didn’t come naturally to him, and Meg wasn’t usually the type to seek out gentleness. But for once, he wanted her to know he could be soft. That she didn’t have to be made of spikes and poison. “Let’s go to Elysium. Find an empty glade somewhere. Get drunk, sleep, blow off steam like we used to, I don’t care. Whatever you need. Just don’t make me leave you alone like this, with them.”

Silence fell for a moment, and Meg hiccuped. A small, terribly vulnerable sound, from someone usually as unshakable as stone. She smiled a weak, watery smile.

“You’re so good at vanishing from every situation that makes you uncomfortable. But the one time I tell you to bounce, you can’t manage it.” she muttered, uncoiling her arms long enough to lightly slap his side. “Damn you, Than.” The venom-less curse brought a smile to his face.

“Because you don’t make me uncomfortable.” He held out his arms, and she willingly slide between them, fitting against his chest just like old times. He tucked his face into her shoulder as he called upon his power to sweep them both away. “Not ever.”

[goldenjuniper]

thanzagmeg……..

[lr-windee]

lovers

[huntingatdusk]

A collection of dumb text posts that reminded me of my Hades 2 fanfic (Which you can read HERE)

[ifishouldvanish]

Keeping Up Morale

Happy @thehadeslounge gift exchange day, @aimee-maroux ! So happy to write this little something for a fellow MegThan enjoyer 🙏 I hope you enjoy!

SHIP: Megaera x Thanatos

RATING: Explicit

TAGS: Friends With Benefits, (but you know they're in love), Workplace Relationship, Pegging, Cunnilingus, a little body worship, a little femdom, a little roleplay, a little hair pulling, When the two standoffish characters are soft and tender with each other...

WORDS: 3,615

There's never any shortage of work to be done for the House of Hades. But Thanatos and Megaera are nothing if not good at managing their time wisely.

[Read On AO3]

[angstandhappiness]

Pretty boy

Polished my first impression sketch after finding out Than used to have long hair

[moonlightflower-queen]

Died in a Thanatos room and he did this lol

(Chaos and the god you didn't choose in a Trial also do this)

[st-hedge]

I saw an old doodle of these coworkers dredge up in my notification and thought I ought to revisit

[tarteggs]

the painful way

[sereneslash]

megthan is girlboss4girlboss

[huntingatdusk]

We as a society need to accept that Meg is a liiiiittle bit girlfail

[yuriwarrior]

I love megthan... coworkers to lovers...

[ifishouldvanish]

Gutless

Finally posted a smutty MegThan AU I shared on @thehadeslounge discord a while back.

SHIP: Megaera x Thanatos

RATING: Explicit

TAGS: AU - 1990s, Friends With Benefits, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Fingering, Oral Sex

WORDS: 3,179

SUMMARY: Record shop employee Thanatos is in love with his childhood best friend, Megaera–the bold, beautiful, and talented frontwoman of a local band that'll definitely be landing a record deal soon. He'd tell her, of course–but what would be the point? He knows he'd only hold her back.

I… have something I think you might like," Thanatos said, crouching down behind the counter and sliding out the crate of stuff he deemed too good to be out on the floor. Stuff he didn't want landing in undeserving hands, into ears that wouldn't adequately appreciate them. He poked through the collection of cassettes, 8-tracks, and 45s until he found what he was looking for, then rose up and slid the cassette tape across the counter.

Megaera peered down at the worn jewel case with keen interest. The off-white cassette inside had the words Wings of Nemesis - 40 Lashes Demo scrawled over it in black marker.

The mere existence of the thing had practically been an urban legend. Nemesis didn't make many copies of her work apart from the few she had sent to local radio stations and promoters, and while you could probably find a few bootleg copies of subpar quality at a secondhand shop in the area, the masters–where you could actually still hear the highs–were impossibly hard to find.

And when it came to Wings of Nemesis, you needed the highs.

Megaera's lips curved into a grin, and her eyes swept back up to meet his. "How'd you get a hold of this one?" She asked, plucking it off the counter with hot pink nails.

He shrugged, ignoring the sudden dryness in his throat. "I have my sources."

He'd spotted it in a box Charon and Hermes and brought back from their last flea market haul–tossed among the stuff they'd dismissed as junk. The real treasures, as far as they were concerned, were the collection of Beatles, Stones, and T. Rex records in pristine condition that they could sell at a high margin. The demo recordings of a local garage rock band that split up before they could get signed was, in their words, "not worth the space it would take up on the shelf."

He'd started his little collection with the intention of proving them wrong. That the right person would be happy to spend a hefty chunk of change on these little artifacts of the local scene. But the reality was that he was too reluctant to part with most of them, to the point that the only people he ever sold any of them to were Megaera, her sisters, or the people in bands he saw often enough to have some rapport with–the latter only because Alecto had run her mouth about him hooking her up with a Gaea's Revenge record a while back. Nonetheless, he never pushed his wares; only relented when someone asked for something by name.

Unless that someone was Megaera.

"How much you want for it?" She asked.

Thanatos looked down at the counter and drummed his fingers, trying to hide his blush. "It's… yours."

[Continue On AO3]

[angstandhappiness]

Cute

P0cky games, anyone?

[adhdzagreus]

🦖 🛳️ 🍄

🦖 Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you’d like to return to?

weeps.... i mean i've got more hades fic in the works but i haven't really stopped writing for hades. i'm going to return to ni no kuni at some point. at least for the holiday exchange. and i'd like to do more star trek stuff too

🛳 Are there any new ships you want to write for? (Platonic, romantic, or anything in between.)

oh yeah i wanna do some stuff with fwb/qpr/soft romo megthan! also i somehow haven't written lwaxodo yet.... tragic...

🍄 Are there any fandoms you’ve never written for but want to try?

the target audience for this is exactly no one but wildwood dancing by juliet maurier! (i think that's her last name...)