#once again in love with thanatos

[misguidedmeat]

thinking about this masterpiece by jen zee

[halfling-myth-lady]

Hades/giratina/death isn’t the devil it’s the 7th grade math book.

[harmonysanreads]

i just KNOW phainon is that one greasy guy that comes up to you and says “where’s my hug at?” with an annoying ass smile (you’d have to wkwardly try to outmanoeuvre him but he won’t budge till you let up)

((i love him highkey))

“Hey — Why are you running???”

If it can be called that, despite being fully aware that sprinting against this ‘human’ specimen is utterly futile, you take the risk anyway — if nothing else, then to just render him dumbfounded for a second.

You take a peek mid-step, the hero's sweat drenched bare body an eyesore from behind your shoulder. Kephale's light makes his loosely held claymore glitter, confusion moulding to mischief in his fulgid eyes.

Your note of surprise bumps with the clank of his discarded weapon and skips through the wind. He stands with his arms wide open again in front of you in the span of a blink.

The heel of your shoe scraps against the stone as you turn and skip a few more hasty paces, “You almost sent me to Thanatos!” you chastise and his grin divides in laughs.

“No way, Thanatos will have to —” you feel the bluster of his newfound resolve, in the clench of his fingers around your waist before you're yanked away.

“ — Wrestle me personally if they want to steal you away.” you stutter of a breath is muffled against flesh. There is a stir in your gut, instincts grappling with memory and sending alarms ; break-free, run.

The sudden severing of contact from gravity disenchants you, arms working quickly to wrap around Phainon's neck. You would've pondered more about how effortlessly this man handles you, if you were not stupefied by how close his face was.

“... Corny.” saying it is useless, but you do your part anyway. Phainon pouts for a moment, “I wouldn't have to do this if you just didn't run away from me, you know?” he whines, acting his part too.

You know very well that he isn't dumb enough to not have caught on to the fact that it was just play, he will simply not let go of an opportunity to guilt-trip you, to your dismay.

“And I wouldn't have to run if you just didn't try to hug me with all this... sweat.” you point to his drenched state, giving his cheek a poke to melt his pout. “Go take a bath.”

Phainon adjusts his hold on you, “But I don't know how to take a bath,” he rests his chin on your chest, fluttering his lashes.

“What?” comes your flat response, he amps up the act in retaliation. “Won't my dearest, kindest, loveliest —” a glance at your exasperated face stops him short on his tangent, “Okay okay, I'll cut to the chase. Please come take a bath with me.”

You stare at the hero for a few seconds in silence, desperation blends into his eyes, begging you with their glossy shine.

You sigh. Knowing full-well there is no refusing this man once he has set his mind.

[under-your-floorboards]

Okay but I love the idea that everyone just thinks Nico calls himself the Ghost King as like an emo thing but no, he literally is that. They all find out it’s his actual title little by little in the most unusual situations.

Uh oh, the Hekate cabin summoned the wrong ghosts during a seance and now the spirits are tearing up the place! No worries tho, we have a resident son of Hades, right? Nico walks into the cabin and immediately, the items that were being thrown around like an indoor hurricane all drop to the floor at once. Three little kid ghosts appear in front of Nico with their best smiles as he sighs down on them like “what did I tell you three?” And proceeds to lecture them for the next ten minutes while the Hekate campers watch on struggling to understand what was happening until Nico opens a rift to the underworld and corrals the three through while the kids call “come play with us again, King, or we wouldn’t get bored and come mess with people!” As they disappear into the mists.

Or like Thanatos appears in CHB one day and everyone is freaked cause who died?? Are they all dying?? What’s happening?? But no, he just glides over to Nico and bows respectfully with a “King Nico, a pleasure to see you again. It seems I will need your assistance again with wayward souls I have recently reaped from mortality” and Nico is just sucking a juice box as he nods along to all of this as if it’s another fucking Tuesday. Then he just leaves,, with the God of Death after promising Will to be back by dinner so everyone is like ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ and then there’s like Percy and Annabeth off to the side like ‘imagine having royal duties at 14, couldn’t be me’

Please, I need this

[trappolia]

── O, BRIDE OF THE UNDERWORLD

thanzagmeg. amongst the dead of the underworld, a reprise of a love story blooms.

Your mother-in-law once called you the beating heart of the Underworld.

It was a startling thing to hear from Persephone — she who had forsaken her mother's name to marry the God of the Underworld; she who the Earth weeps frozen tears for in her absence; she who has made a dark spring bloom here with just her presence.

The Underworld already has a heart of its own. It thrums with a steady, distant pulse, like the distant drum of a song for soldiers fallen in battle. It is in the shadows that move with purpose, and the chill of death of once warm bodies wandering the halls of the House of Hades and engaging in idle conversation about how they died as if they are merely discussing the weather.

The quiet hum of eternity.

You wonder if she simply sees a bit of herself in you. You were once a nymph of the grassy plains above before Death. Now you are a bride of the Underworld, who has founded a home in this realm of ink-black rivers and whispering shades, its gilded halls and blood-red roses, its ceaseless churn of souls. You walk these corridors not as a mere visitor, nor as one damned, but as something precious; as Persephone is.

Or maybe she simply thinks too much of you. Places you against the greater portrait of the Underworld and all its hellish circles. You have always seen yourself as something more minor, though no less significant. The portrait of a lover, rather than something belonging to the whole of the Underworld; Prince Zagreus’s consort, chosen and beloved.

And not only his.

The scent of laurel and iron is familiar when Megaera finds you first. She is leaning against a cold obsidian pillar where you turn a corner in the hall, caught in your daily wandering of the House of Hades. Her whip coils lazily around her hand, and you have felt the touch of those fingers too often to worry about what that hand is capable of against your beloved prince. You know Zagreus well enough to understand that even he takes some pleasure from their semi-daily spats.

Her golden eyes are alight with amusement when she catches you.

“Looking for someone?”

Her voice is smoke and steel, the kind of teasing only she can pull off — sharp enough to wound, sweet enough to make you crave more. It's a delicious rasp, one that pulls you in.

"I thought you were working," you say softly, meek even in your approach. Under Megaera's gaze, you feel like a deer caught in the headlights. It's a delicious feeling, like flames licking at your skin.

"Tisiphone is dealing with your fool of a husband, sweetling," she muses, reaching out to brush your hair out of your face. Her fingers drift, pinching your chin playfully. "Had it been me out there, Zag wouldn't be coming home in time for supper."

Before you can answer, a weight settles against your back, a touch cold as the space between stars. A hand, deathly pale yet soft in its tenderness, trails over your wrist before curling around your fingers. Megaera raises a brow as she lifts her gaze to the newcomer.

Thanatos does not need words. He never does. His presence alone speaks volumes — the weight of inevitability, of endings — pressing into you like the certainty of a final breath. And yet, there is warmth in him, one you have come to know intimately—a paradox of comfort in the arms of Death himself.

“Zagreus is coming,” he murmurs, voice quiet as the rustle of the Fields of Asphodel. “He was waylaid.”

“Waylaid,” Megaera echoes, smirking. “That’s one way to put it.”

You tilt your head up as you feel Thanatos shift, his golden eyes gleaming under the torchlight. He is beautiful in his quietude, just as Megaera is beautiful in her storm.

"Were you helping him again, Than?" you inquire.

It has been a long time since aiding the Prince of the Underworld in his escapades was seen as some form of treason by Hades. Even then, Thanatos still averts his gaze, his grey skin flushing with a dark shade like the murky waters.

"Helping is a generous term, dear," he mumbles.

Megaera snorts.

Their bickering is dry, almost entirely deadpan. There is none of that theatrical flair of Zagreus arguing with his father for eternities, but it is no less entertaining for you to watch. You've learned to take delight in the sharpness of their words, the furrow of their brows. In a way, it is strangely domestic.

You cannot help the little grin that tugs at your lips as you watch them in front of you. The laugh that tumbles out of your mouth is entirely accidental, and you squeak as two pairs of golden eyes snap to you.

"What are you laughing about, little flower?" Thanatos muses, his voice soft and utterly smitten.

"Isn't it obvious? They're laughing at you," Megaera scoffs, though it lacks in her usual malice.

Suddenly, the scent of wine and pomegranate blossoms floods your senses.

It comes before you even see him. You close your eyes, basking in the scent of it as if it were the spring that you have not felt in a lifetime. Beside you, Megaera and Thanatos fall silent.

Then, there he is: breathless, grinning, battered from the inevitable chaos that follows him everywhere, the floors of hell burning under his feet. His underworld-forged armor bears fresh scrapes, his knuckles bruised from the skirmish, but his smile—his smile is for you.

For all of you.

"There is your husband," Megaera drawls.

Zagreus is panting when he reaches you, still dripping in the blood from the River Styx. You have learned to disregard the viscera, delighting only in the way his hands reach—finding yours, Megaera's, brushing against Thanatos's in an unspoken promise.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Zagreus breathes. “Got a little distracted.”

"Distracted, he says," Thanatos deadpans.

Megaera rolls her eyes, but she lets him pull her closer. Thanatos sighs but does not resist the touch.

Death, treachery, rebirth; how odd for a maiden of the Earth to surround themself with. But you have learned like the goddess before you that love tends to find creatures like you in the strangest of places, like a stubborn dandelion blooming through the cracks of a cobblestone path.

You beam, lifting yourself up on your toes to press your lips against your husband's cheek, then your two other lovers. Their hands are cold like the touch of Death and unbearably warm like the flames of Asphodel, and you stand at the very center of it—something that was once warm and breathing and now is not; beloved in your death as you were in life.

"Shall we have our supper together now?" the bride of the Underworld asks.

And like any damned creature in love, the Underworld listens.

[alucards-boots]

Request: reader taking care of abandoned graves, cleaning them and caring for them, Adrian sees it and feels overwhelming love.

you always believed you celebrate the lives that were at end.

Its what your loved ones told you too.

‘Celebrate the life, the trial that ended.’

…

Hail Thanatos.

Belmont Village 1478.

8:30AM.

You sighed, carrying two buckets of water and some sponge and ripped up unused clothes you now crafted to clean.

You walked into the cemetery, finally gathered your tools and cleaning kits. You were always assigned to clean graves because somehow, just somehow you have a soothing aura that cleanses souls, or so Alucard believed.

You kneeled down as you began your work, cleaning any impurities on what remains on the tomb.

There was one thing that Alucard loved about you,

You always honor the souls of the dead before you clean their tombstone, when you ask permission to them, offer a bowl of water, sometimes you even speak with them.

You always believe even when souls are passed, they shouldn’t be lonely.

Alucard watched you from afar, currently he’s taking a break from carrying all the wood thanks to his bet with trevor, in which if course the Belmont lost to, now he had to carry entire woods for a day.

A delighted yet soft sigh escaped his lips as he watched you, he had never seen someone so..

Just, so.

No words for him, truly, and its like your radiance is his guiding light like the sailor’s north star.

He took it upon himself to approach you.

You were scrubbing some dirt off the tomb’s name, you mouthed the name as you read it, ‘Ephilius Eldridge.’ A fine name.

Your hands stuttered as you heard your name being called out— “y/n?”

You didnt expect Alucard, the head of the village to call for you, you were oblivious to his love for you, despite not interacting much, yet he still held fondness for you, perhaps he was just shy to speak with you? What a tender man.

You turned to look up at him, his hands extended, offering you a sweet.

You smiled and accepted the offering, grinning at him as you greeted him, “hello Mr. Alucard.”

He snorts softly, shaking his head in amusement.

“Please, call me Adrian.”

Adrian..

You blinked twice, you thought Alucard was his name.. was it a title?

“Its a title, Alucard. But i prefer you don’t call me that..”

You nodded slowly, “okay.. Adrian.”

His smile nearly shifted to a soft grin, but he didnt want to be giddy.. not yet? It’s not like he made a doll of you he wanted to gift to you, no?

“I.. admire your work, you bring the village peace as well as the cemetery.. like bringing earth and the underworld at peace, do you know that?” He turned his head to you, stooping at knee-level with you as he took an extra cloth, dipping it into the water before scrubbing the remaining uncleaned part, taking part to your work, maybe as an excuse to spend more time with you, surely it amuses the tomb owner.

You grinned softly at him once again before chuckling, resuming back to your ministrations along with him, you responded “well, its like my soul doesnt rest when i see uncleaned tombstones, they should be as clean as our hearts.”

Alucard turned to you, finally, he grinned.

‘Oh, y/n.

One day, i will marry you.’ was what his expression simply said.

[cuppajj]

PLEASE tell me you're as disappointed as I am that there are ZERO Greek mythology references in this episode. All we got was Pavlova being Eros, which was visible from a mile away (and Eternal Sugar sends him to do a lot of her dirty work, which is what Aphrodite often did to Eros, so that's cool ig). What else is there? The ionic columns? Sugar's and the NPC's Hellenistic attire? That's all they gave us? Her area of Beast-Yeast is more like Alice in Wonderland than it is Mount Olympus. Would it have killed them to give us sugar satyrs? Sugar nymphs? Taffy harpies? A jello cyclops? Apparently it would, so they gave us these silly little ice cream doodad looking guys and these dumb candy caterpillars and a fucking sugar rainbow merry-go-round. Not even the upcoming Beast raid boss looks Greek, it's just a weird heart thing! Why not a gorgon with licorice snakes for hair, with each strand being a different color and flavor? Why not a Nemean lion with an impenetrable chocolate hide, so Hollyberry can take the role of Heracles, which she fits into a lot anyway? (They could've fit that into the little window between their first departure from the garden back into Beast-Yeast proper and Wildberry's sacrifice or something idk.) They didn't even reference the Lotus Eaters really, everyone was mostly able and willing to get up and leave after eating and drinking and resting! Nor was there a Hades and Persephone moment, with Sugar offering Holly a magical fruit that she would take and eat, not knowing it would shackle her to Sugar and the realm permanently. Holly didn't accidentally allow herself to be tricked into damning herself in her moment of weakness and doubt, she just got her shield destroyed and herself shoved into a mimic chest. Once again Devsisters takes the path of least resistance. Mystic Flour's and Burning Spice's areas were so fun, they took us somewhere new and different ("China" and "India"), now we're back to Christianity Part 2. We already had Christian symbolism with Shadow Milk, I don't want it again, I wanted Ancient Greece goddamn it (and I know it's TECHNICALLY still accurate because Greece is Christian and has been for millennia, but when I say Ancient Greece I mean the Greece that tended to hearths inside of all of its homes in honor of Hestia and never laid a hand on eagles because they were a symbol of Zeus, ykwim?)

I think a couple other Greek mythology references were present: the labyrinth referenced Theseus, and Hollyberry being locked in the box referenced Sisyphus trapping Thanatos in a box too if I’m not mistaken?

Other than that yeah not much. I was hoping we’d have more references the whole way through, and the examples you gave are really cool ideas! Still unsure why we got ice cream and candy enemies on rainbows instead of leaning more into mythical creatures. I know it emphasizes the sugary sweet paradise Sugar has but they didn’t go all in on the Hellenistic references 🥹

I can roll w the christian themes here because of the loose garden of Eden references, and as a fan of renaissance art there were a lot of Christian themes (ie. Putto, angels being depicted in classical Greek myths, etc) in them. If anything that’s what ES’s aesthetic might be going for, less pure greek mythology and more renaissance depictions of it. I’m more ehhh about the lack of rep, I wanted more lmao

Overall the ep felt like a lot and nothing happened at the same time… but I would love to see if the next chapter does more. Not disappointed with what we got though, just would’ve loved to see them lean in further. But that’s what fanon is for lol

[argetcross]

Happy 4th anniversary to wasting beats of this heart of mine, my Zagreus becomes mortal AU! Another year, some more adventures undertaken.

This year, I've unearthed more concepts and half-finished paintings all the way from 2021. I've included notes under the cut about each piece, as well as more reflections.

If you told me in October 2020 that you'll write a fic over 100k words long, spanning multiple cities, with multiple POVs, I would have said, "Are you sure?". I think I never really imagined I could keep a story running, much less one that demands so much of its author. At the same time, this work has been my deepest and most fulfilling pleasure. It lives in my dreams, haunts my waking moments, and demands I regularly carve my heart out and poke through the viscera. I suppose such is the nature of art.

We've been approaching the end of Part III, and readers up-to-date know I've mentioned planning for five parts in total. Five acts, five biomes: it only feels fitting. Many things I had looked forward to (the chariot race! Kyane and Persephone! The return of Thymoetes!) have come to life on the page, but there's still so much of the yarn left to spin. I never expected needing years to complete this story, but I also feel strongly I am beholden to it now. To Zagreus, to Demeter's children, to the mortals and gods, above and below. I will continue to try my best.

Thank you to jules, val, nan, robin, and spleen for having beta'd for me during these years. This story wouldn't be what it is without you. Thank you to mag, for having crawled through the trenches of creating an enormous fanwork and countless hours of spreadsheeting, with me. To every artist that has ever drawn me anything, it is truly humbling to be able to inspire your work. To the House Party, whose friendship I am grateful for every day.

And to anyone who has ever read part of the story, left a comment, and stepped along on this journey with me, I cannot overstate how grateful I am. I remain baffled and pleasantly surprised that this world of mine can touch your heart. It's a story that I hope, when it completes, you will pick up again from time to time, and take pleasure in its telling once more.

With all my love,

Arget

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Notes about each image:

Thanatos and Zagreus by the sacred olive trees of Athena. This painting was based on a photo I took in Athens. The quality of the sunlight astounded me and, in turn, made me think about life and death.

Thanatos anointing the body of the god Zagreus with nectar. This is related to the scene in Chapter 23, when he and Nyx converse by Zagreus' bedside.

Eleusis concepts. For such a powerhouse of a cult, Eleusis itself has a provincial feeling to it. I was captivated by the idea of the sea, and the fact that Zagreus had never spent any time on the coast. This would have been his first experience with it.

Athens. What can I say about Athens that hasn't been said? The trip I took late 2022 provided a lot of the inspiration for the citadel aspect of the acropolis. This is not the Athens of Classical Greece, the polis of democracy, but a fictionalized city-kingdom, under the rule of its royal family. The idea that Callisto had a student living in Athens was both a nod to the extensive trade happening during the Bronze Age and a deconstruction of the Amazon myth that the Greeks told themselves.

Clymene, the Oracle of Delphi. This was originally meant to be a Hades game-like portrait, but I scrapped the idea. She is dressed in the fashion closer to the Minoans, to give her a more Bronze Age feeling. As the head priestess, I wanted to show her age.

Apheidas and Thymoetes sketches. The two brothers are supposed to look night and day from each other. I tried to give Apheidas a pleasant sort of face, in comparison to Thymoetes' haughtiness.

The tapestry sketch. This was one of the first drawings I ever made about wasting beats, in an attempt to understand the type of story I was about to write. Key elements had already been decided, such as the chariot race and the way Demeter and Hades would play the role of the absent gods, for above as well as below. I had not written Apollo at this time, so you see him here with short hair.

Zagreus, reaching for a bloodstone. The chlamys, a gift from his foster-father's wife, has been the simple denotation of mortal Zagreus. Something bright and red, simple for it was woven by a farmer's wife, and barely able to protect his weaker mortal body.

Megaera, hurt and angry, and Than, stricken and alarmed, amidst a storm of paper. This is a scene from Chapter 18, Primordial Winter, that I had always wanted to illustrate.

[love-of-the-red-star]

Player 2: Prologue

Amphoreus isekai series concept based on the "Amphoreus is a timeloop and simulation theory"

Might edit this once 3.3 comes out idk-- or might revise the entire concept entirely.

Tw: vomiting, slight!yandere (Phainon's hinted to be unhinged low-key), possible body horror elements

"No, no--" the whispers are panicked as hands grasp your frame. The cold of Thanatos is starting to creep in as your sight blackens. You're aware your eyes are open and yet you cannot see, but still, you feel the distant touch of metal upon your skin and hear the agonized voice of a friend who begs for you to stay.

"It wasn't supposed to go like this." He murmurs, frantic and tinged with a madness held back for too long. Distantly, you remember he's been fraying at the ends for years, taking what little comfort he could from the weight of the world he's forced to bear.

Once, he told you he's not meant for great things. You, however, had been meant for a greater purpose. He tells you on a summer night that you're more worthy of being "Deliverance" than him, but you cup his face between your hands and tenderly tell him he is worthy of the title, and that you are more than willing to carry half of the burden with him even if it means you will not be recognized for such kindness.

The Deliverer cries for you, his tears spilling into your cheeks as the cold of Thanatos finally dulls the feeling on your skin til there is nothing. You remain unmoving in his arms as your hearing lingers, hearing him mutter an oath under his breath that you wish he would take back.

"I will bring you back, and I will make sure no one else suffers."

"I love you."

"I'm sorry."

[System alert]

Respawn successful

Location: The Grove

Mission: [Error has occurred]

A loud thud echoes through the empty yard as your body hits the ground. You wheeze and cough, the pain seizing your every nerve as you recalled your end from the second life you've had.

You remember the feeling of the blade against your guts, the whispers, the regret.

You spill the contents of your stomach into the concrete, the black and red sludge a horrible obvious stain against the grey as the distant face of Kephale remained indifferent to your strife. Your head hurts, and there's tears spilling out of your eyes as the sludge continues to uncontrollably spill out of your mouth no matter how much you try to reign it in.

More of it drops into the concrete as you hack and wheeze, your coughs becoming grotesquely wet at the tar like substance inside of you. You writhe back into the ground, your feeble legs unable to support you due to the pain as you grit your teeth.

Your consciousness starts to leave you as you weakly beg for help in the empty area for whoever might hear; at this point, you don't care who. You just wanted this to end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you finally come to, you see an unfamiliar ceiling. It takes you a moment to realize you've been inside of this room. Here? Again? Why? The questions ring inside of your head as you slowly turn your body to face the person that owns this home.

Phainon.

He's asleep on the chair, soft breaths escaping him as his chest rose and fell. This is not the first time you've met him-- you doubt he'd remember, though. In your first "life", both of you had been children in Aedes Elysiae.

It's ironic to be living there considering what the name of the place meant. You found it morbidly funny at the time when you were simply surrounded by the fields, and in a similar state that Phainon had found you in possibly hours prior.

You still remember the clean smell of the air and the tar from your body spilling across the golden stalks like mud. It was afternoon then, the sun not quite glaring at you as the coolness of the breeze made an attempt to sooth your pain; you remember that your saviour at that time had been Phainon too.

You remembered his mother-- her soothing songs, and her hand on your head and the steady presence of his father.

You scan the features of the man in the chair and finds he's slightly younger than the man you remember in the last loop. From what you remember the system telling you, you're at the Grove.

This must mean Phainon is still a student of Anaxa at this time judging from his clothes too; an ugly combination of banana yellow and an obnoxious shade of purple. Aglaea has not quite saved him from his horrible choices in clothing just yet-- maybe you would in her stead, but you doubt you'd be polite about it.

You smile gently, also remembering that he simply got put into Anaxa's school for being so inquisitive that it annoyed the other schools in Okhema.

You feel bad though. While Phainon was admittedly quite annoying, he didn't really mean any true harm in his questioning.

The memories of your second life linger and show a different side to Phainon, one that you also feel a tinge of pity for, although in a level more personal and intense. He wasn't very far from being the young man on the chair-- still the same person, but that future self had shattered under the pressure he felt unworthy to carry. This time, you think you'll have to try harder to show him he's worth being the person everyone thinks he is.

"You ought to stop feeling sorry for him." The system tells you, bearing the voice of a kindly grandmother chastising you gently. "He will not remember your bonds, dear. Do not get too attached. Don't be too forgiving."

'He hasn't done anything wrong.' You tell the system as you stare at him pensively.

"Has he, now?" It doesn't sound like it believes you. "Maybe not yet, but he will eventually. Come now, darling, even after all this time you still choose to believe things will change?"

You remember his agonized voice, his tears, his vow.

'Yes.' you answer, although it's not entirely altruistic; there is some mistrust in you after knowing what your friend would become (but what had gone wrong? You don't know yet.)

'Third time's a charm.' the system goes silent at your little comment, yielding at your show of stubbornness.

You're not exactly certain if your answer will still hold true in this life, but for your own sake, you choose to believe in a kinder fate and pray that things will end well this time.

You are a stranger to him in this life, not the child that grew up with him in the fields and met their end in front of him too early. Not the person he knew, and certainly not the person he claimed to love in the last cycle that Kephale built.

You are you, a stranger he's found in some courtyard writhing in their own vomit and pathetically begging for help.

Your shifting stirs Phainon awake, with him opening his eyes blearily to look at you simply staring into his frame. A sense of relief crosses his face as he immediately stands from his seat and hurriedly pours water into a cup from a small jug.

"You must be thirsty." He says with a small smile as he hands you the water with a gentleness you're well familiar with in another time.

You take it from his grasp and take small sips, almost cringing at the lingering taste of bile and blood in your mouth mixing with the cold of the water before you forcibly swallow. The taste dissipates, replaced with the sweetness of the water and the relief that immediately follows.

"Thank you." You weakly croak, and as if he could read your mind, Phainon places a soothing hand on your back.

"No need to talk if it's too painful for you." He says. "Professor Anaxa said you shouldn't even be waking up yet. I guess he's finally wrong for once." He scoffs at his own little joke softly. "Anyway, I'm glad you're alive and awake. You were in pretty bad shape."

You nod, all the while trying to find the proper words to explain as to why you were there in the first place. Should you lie?

"I'd rather you not, dear. We know how your friend takes to being lied to." The system's grandmotherly voice advises against it. Emotions and expressions from a lifetime ago appear in your mind's eye.

You furrow your brows, pointedly ignoring the way your hands had gone cold as Phainon's expression morphs into one of concern. "Are you alright?" He asks, his warm palm still on your back as you nod again; it's hesitant-- slow, cautious.

Then, he seems to have realized something you didn't and parts his hand from you. "I must have overstepped." He says, chuckling nervously as the tips of his ears go red.

"It's alright." You whisper to him as gently as you could to not hurt your throat. "You didn't do anything wrong." It's not a lie- He doesn't know, you tell yourself as you force your mind to not remember the blade or the dulled blue eyes that looked at you. Your grip on the cup tightens as your hands start to feel numb.

He. Doesn't. Know.

"Do you want me to leave you alone for a while?" You think you need time, and so you nod. "I'll be outside if you need anything." He gives you a small smile before taking his leave, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone with the cup in your hands.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

A BRAINROT THAT I CANT LET GO OF!!

VAMPIRE!DAUGHTER OF HADES!READER X CLARISSE

Like Clarisse finds out cus reader was like feeding off a animal or smth and offers reader to feed on her instead if reader uses her superspeed to like win capture the flag or something!

Maybe a camper sees a old scarred bite mark on Clarisse and asks about it but Clarisse quickly makes a excuse 👀 (they eventually date ofc)

- Apex predator -

Pairings - Clarisse La rue x Fem! Vampire! Daughter of hades! Reader

An - this is pretty short and rushed I’m sry I had a comp today and I just wanted to get sum out🙁🙁🙏

“Y/n!” Clarisse yelled running around the forest.

You heard her. Only problem you were to busy to answer. Clarisse continued to move about the forest trying to find you.

After a few minutes the stronger girl noticed you crouched down with your back facing her. “Shit.. there you are” the girl panted. You didn’t respond only keeping yourself hidden from her. “Hello? Babe what are yo-“ clarisse stopped once she saw blood pooling around you.

Cautiously clarisse set her spear down against a tree before slowly stepping to you.

You were frozen not knowing what to do, if clarisse saw what you were doing she would hate you and if you ran she would be suspicious. In anxious thoughts you hadn’t realized clarisse turned you around.

Once the She had saw you with a dead rabbit in hands and blood dripping from your mouth she looked down at you with horror. Taking a step back clarisse grabbed her spear storming off.

You threw the dead rabbit aside quickly getting up and chasing after the girl. “Wait wait please let me explain” desperately you tried to catch up to clarisse who was now walking away.

“Explain what!” She turned around looking You up and down “explain why you were eating a dead rabbit raw?! Yeah I would love to hear about how my girlfriend is a psycho”

“Clarisse please” You begged grabbing her arms. “I know this is weird but I can explain I just need you to trust me” looking in her eyes you watched as clarisse started to calm down. “Fine” she bitterly spoke. “Explain”

You let out a slow breath before speaking “being the daughter of hades im a forbidden kid.. I had been killed a long time ago and in an attempt to save me my dad made a deal with thanatos to bring me back but even that costed something, my humanity. In Order to keep living and aging like a normal person I have to drink blood”

Clarisse looked like she didn’t belive You but at the same time she knew the gods did unbelievable things. “So what your a vampire now or something” she scoffed, nodding your head you looked down embarrassed by it all. “I’m sorry.. I know I should of told you but it’s just… fuck” you sighed

After a few moments clarisse grabbed your face, confused you followed the girls lead allowing you to turn your face in different directions. Eventually she pried your mouth open taking a look at your sharp K-9’s.

Clarisse sighed pulling You Close by your waist into a hug. “You should of told me” she kissed your forehead. “We’re having a talk about this later ok, a serious sit down talk got it” she pulled back holding your face. You nodded once again placing your hand over hers. “Good, now I need you to come with me to do something to get the flag”

———

“And That’s Everything” You sighed, sitting on your girlfriends lap as you both were in clarisses bed. Clarisse nodded rubbing soft circles on your hips. “Have you ever tried to feed off a person?” She asked looking up at you.

You shrugged your shoulders “once I mean human blood holds me over much longer than rabbit or animal but I don’t know anyone who willingly would let me do that”

Shifting around some clarisse pulled her camp shirt collar down tapping her neck. You looked confused earning you an annoyed scoff from clarisse “do you need an invitation just do what ever it is you do”

“Are You Sure? It’s gonna leave a mark I don’t know”

“I don’t care about a damn mark”

Debating it for a second you sighed leaning forward. Sinking your teeth into clarisses neck you punctured the girls skin. Immediately sucking on her neck you reveled in the warmness of the girls blood.

After a few moments You pulled pack panting. Looking at clarisse you started to laugh as the tough girl covered her face from how flustered she was.

“You liked that?”

“Fuck off”

You leaned in giving her a teasing peck on the lips, laughing as the girl jokingly complained.

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Random camper - Jesus clarisse what happened to your neck

Clarisse - Thats none of your damn business

[celestiliall]

ᡣ With Him There, Lonesome Shall Never Prevail 𐭩

synopsis: from the moment your life took a heavy turn for the worst due to the black tide engulfing everything in sight, your memories about the incident hasn't been able to disappear from your mind, making you to experience all forms of nightmares almost every night.

At first, you felt lonely due to not being able to receive the company you wanted whenever you had these dreams, but not until you met a certain white-haired swordman; who would one day be the company you had always yearned for—bringing you a sense of clarity with his presence alone. (wc: 2.1k)

requested by: @appleholicc

note: due to the end of my summer break, I will not be able to post as often as I used to, but I will still post sometimes so feel free to send requests into my inbox.

Being one of the survivors from the Black Tide's influence, it was to be expected if your memories about the incident would cause an uncomfortable disturbance in the midst of your slumber from time-to-time.

All that has happened in the past, the current present, as well as the hazy future that the people of Amphoreus' feared and looked out even in the midst of their desperate attempts to pray for the fallen Titans—mix them together and eventually creating multiple kinds of torments that would come dawning on you one-by-one in your most vulnerable state, replacing them with terrible dreams.

No matter how many times you've tried to shake off those thoughts in order to get a good night's sleep, even just once, the next thing you knew when your eyes opened again that you would find yourself in the same dream, the same nightmare; different yet having similar aspects altogether.

Due to how frequent it was, you would attempt to calm yourself whenever your eyes would jolted awake when being brought back to reality, taking deep breaths or just stare at the ceiling in hopes of distracting yourself into brushing off these negative thoughts away in the end.

After you managed to calm down, even just a little bit, your form would shift on the bed wearily, closing your eyes again in order to get some sleep, fully ignoring to process the nightmares correctly so that you wouldn't have to suffer more by recalling these interminable hallucinations that would cloud your fragile mind for the whole night.

This became a daily occurrence in your life, not being able to do anything more than facing these nightmares alone in an unhealthy way, before attempting to get back to sleep again as the cycle continued to repeat over and over again. Not until you do anything about it.

—not until Thanatos pitied you and finally gave you a moment of closure of a deserved solace, that is, a swift different kind of ending to your problems, one that wouldn't be able to be severed by anyone who dared disrupt the concept of life and death in Amphoreus—not by their watch.

...Buttt, that kind of approach for an ending to your situation won't be necessary—at all; not with the presence of a loving second figure who knew nothing better than to come into your life without you expecting for it to have happened, but grateful in a way.

Since his arrival would give nothing more but a deserved solace for you, one where even you thought that this was too good to be true for it to have happened to someone undeserving like you.

Nevertheless, you reveled in his presence and comfort, deciding to bask in his warmth and gentle words reserved only for you whenever you feel and didn't feel conflicted, having been enamored with you since the moment fate brought the two of you together for some reason.

Reserved only for you; the man whom loved you chose to do, even in the midst of your vulnerable moments, he decided to do just that.

Not because he must do it—but because he wanted to do it, craved to do it—in order to make you feel seen and understood despite the silent hardships you've faced alone before he arrived into your distant and lonely life, just like what he carried all this time in his heart.

And you, knowing this, wouldn't want it any other way.

Stirring and grunting in your sleep, your face scrunched up with discomfort, having been haunted by the hallucination that creeped up inside your mind once again for the past minutes, just like old times.

Your fists clenched tightly against the sheets, teeth gritted and in need of something to hold onto in order to resist the nightmare from getting into your head fully; resisting the urge to succumb to it.

Despite being unconscious, your mind had already expected that once your eyes would jolted open, you would be left breathless and shivering on the bed, also expecting that you would have to deal with the aftermath of the situation alone, just like what you always did whenever this moment happened in the past.

But, not this time; not when he was here to relieve of your nightmares away now, so that you wouldn't have to suffer alone. Not anymore.

So, in the midst of your silent battle, a pair of hands reached out to hold one of yours, clasping around it in a tight but gentle manner, not doing anything except holding it with the intention of conveying that you weren't alone on this one, telling that someone was here for you, and only you.

Soft, warm; your subconscious mind continued to tell you so.

As if being zapped, your form instantly froze amidst the touch; your body no longer moving on the bed, as if the sudden touch was familiar, having been marked into your veins for the entirety of the situation to witness, for the holder of the touch to witness.

Smiling upon the result of his action, the same pair of hands brought your hand closer toward his cheek after moments of lingering silence, his eyes fluttering closed: "Shh... There, there..." He shushed you sweetly in hopes of being able to calm you down, even just a little.

"...having the same nightmares again?" He murmured, the words being quiet but laced with a hint of amusement, softness, and worry to it, keeping your palm close in-between his mouth and cheek.

"Don't worry... I'm here for you." The statement came off as nothing but the truth, still keeping up with the smile that remained etched on his lips, almost like he was being fond about this—were it not for the actual context behind the situation.

"I will not go anywhere. You can rest easily now." He continued, moving your palm by your wrist so that it would cradle his cheek, taking the chance to nuzzle into it, like a puppy seeking affection toward its owner.

"I'm here." He whispered, not minding the silence of the atmosphere, assuming that this was way better than the heated tension your body was giving when being overwhelmed by the nightmares you were having the moment he walked into your shared bedroom.

At first, Phainon was very concerned about your condition. But, he decided to take it easily with composure in his heart, not wanting to force you into waking up. So, instead, he decided to help you by reminding you that his presence was right next to you, telling you that he's not going anywhere. Not until he was sure that you were okay.

Not until he watched how your discomfort expression would change into a peaceful one, a contrast to the conflict vibe radiating from your vulnerable state moments prior.

Like what he's doing now.

The moment your eyes twitched slightly, preparing to wake up from your long-life slumber that had been heck of a rollercoaster, the first thing you noticed was the ceiling above you.

But, the first thing you felt was the pair of hands that were holding one of yours, making you confused at first when trying to adjust toward the familiar surroundings and the light of the room, before turning your head from the bed to look at the source of the warmth, eyes squinting to get a clearer vision of who the person was.

"...Phainon?"

Your words came nothing more than a hushed whisper, having been just woken up from the nightmares you were fighting off last night. But, the moment you called his name, Phainon was already facing you in order to respond, still holding your hand—playing with it as if it was a delicate treasure.

"Ah... You're awake." He said, as if he had been awaiting for the moment when your deep slumber would come to an end, bringing you back to reality. "How's your sleep?" He knew that the answer was relatively-obvious, judging by the silence that lingered in the room after that, but he thought that he should still ask in order to strike up a conversation with you.

Staring at him for a moment, you heaved out a sigh, before turning your attention toward the ceiling. "...Same as usual." You murmured, the tone suggesting that you didn't want to have this topic after barely surviving in the dreams you saw.

Noticing the underlying meaning behind your words, Phainon couldn't help but feel even more pitiful for your situation, his gaze softening at the mere sight of you slumped on the bed, looking exhausted despite having been asleep for the whole night. "I see... Want to talk about it? A lending ear would be good to ease the tensions inside of your head."

His intention was clear and genuine, all for the sake of being able to relieve you from your nightmares, not wanting for you to feel the burdens yourself; not when he's right there to share them together, just like how you would do the same thing whenever Phainon was being conflicted by his past from time-to-time—just like you.

But no matter how good the idea of opening up was, you weren't ready to share about them. "...I don't know." You murmured again, not knowing how you should elaborate that the reason you didn't want to tell him about your problems was due to not knowing how—not because you deemed him unworthy to know the details behind the so-called nightmares you've been experiencing. "It's... Complicated."

But, knowing how understanding Phainon could be when the situation required him to, he nodded. "I see." He responded, before letting go of your hand in order to stand up from the chair that he had been sitting in. "...In that case, why don't I run a freshly-nice bath for you? This way, you won't have to be troubled by the nightmares you've just went through." He proposed, already expecting that you would accept his offer. "It can also relax the tensions building inside both your mind and body."

Tearing your gaze from the ceiling, your eyes went back to look at the white-haired man who had been giving you his company since the moment you wake up (unaware that he had been here the whole night you were asleep).

So, with a soft chuckle, you agreed to his offer in the end. "That would be soothing." Nodding your head, you gave a smile to him. "Thank you, Phainon." The words came off as gentle, conveying the genuine gratitude upon his help.

Returning your chuckle, Phainon nodded as well. "Don't mention it. It's the least thing I can do to help ease your mind, albeit just a little." He mentioned, before turning on his back, preparing to set off and prepare a specially hot and relaxing bath for his dear lover. "I'll be back. Just make sure to keep yourself warm on the bed for the time being, okay?"

With a final nod, you followed what he said. "I will do just that."

Satisfied by your answer, his smile stretched even more. "Great." With that, he stormed out of the chamber, making it seem as if he was in a rush. Watching the scene unfolded from the bed, you heaved out another sigh—only this time, it was from amusement.

That guy...

You would never be able to get enough of him.

Sometimes, you wondered how you even managed to catch the eye of one of the infamous Crysos heirs, not to mention Phainon, of all people. But, knowing that you can always rely on him, just like how he can do it with you, your lips curved up into another smile, having been grateful for this whole situation to unveil.

Despite fate having been harsh toward the both of them, but atleast, fate was also kind enough to redeem itself by making the two of you to meet eachother; in the midst of the firing war between the corrupted Titans and Amphoreus itself, the black tide being the main cause for all of the catastrophies.

And, knowing that, you hoped that this once, just this once...

You hoped that fate won't be able to separate you both in the end; just like how it separated them from their loved ones in the past. Just like how each time the Coreflames be surrendered to the vortex of Genesis, their chosen ones would have to give their souls up to the goblet of fire, giving up their connections from the world in the end.

But, so long as your eyes would be able to settle on the aquamarine eyes that you have grown accustomed to these past few years... Your hands would clasp together; in order to pray for any of the fallen Titans, sending miracles for your lover in the midst of the impending destruction that the world had foreseen.

Oh, fallen Titans... Won't you give this devoted but pitiful soul's wish to come true?

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[misguidedmeat]

it’s criminal that hades isn’t letting me give thanatos ambrosia yet MY HEARTS ARE ALL FULL BUT HES ALWAYS TALKING TO PEOPLE AT THE HOUSE OF HADES

[xjulixred45x]

Yandere Alphabet: Dead Royalty Zagreus

Using this as a (kind of?) precuel to the Drabble i'm about to do about yandere Zagreus of the AU i did where he kills Hades for good and he's the new king of the Underworld.

Warnings: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, OVERPROTECTION, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, Zagreus has TRAUMA, mentions of murder and intimidation (not to reader/Consort! They're fine).

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

For someone whom get married bc Zeus said so, Zagreus is such a sweetheart in showing how much he loves His Consort.

I Say it before in another post, but Consort brings back some of the old Zagreus that everyone miss. Being it by he giving them gifts (ambrosia, clothes, things to entretain themself meanwhile he is at work), phisical affection(hugs, Kisses, carrying them around bride style) or with words(compliments, soft praise, pet names), he is NEVER out of options when it comes to spoil his Darling.

I would Said that he's a solid 7/10 in the scale of intense. Like, he IS intense, but it could be worse, he tries to give His partner space WHEN THEY ASK TO(if they don't do it he will continue without problem bc lets be honest, the man is touch Starved BAD).

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

REALLY MESSY, You see him rampaging the Underworld just to meet His mother. For Consort, he would kill His father AGAIN.

He is a Big one in the killing of posible "suitors"(which find insulting bc Consort is already Married TO HIM) that Consort may have, and His understand of "suitors" can go from a Suitor itself to a person who was wayyyy to friendly to be platonic, or a person who is "turning Consort against him" somehow(like, idk, pointing out His strange behavior?).

He is also very enthusiast about getting rid of the people who did Bad to Consort in the past, being a Friend who betrayed them, their parents or sibilings, ANYONE who hurted Consort in the past is in the black list of Zag, and he is nothing if not ressentfull and stubborn.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

ABSOLULTY NOT. Zagreus may be lay back in an attemp to calm them down, but he would NEVER mock their fear or intentionally make them uneasy around him.

Once Consort it' set in the Underworld, they have to get use to a very clingy, very loving Zag, it's dosen't really change much honestly. When they find out about Zag Yandere Tendencies, Zagreus dosen't change, he's Just glad that he dosen't "have to lied to them anymore" bc it's very aware that THAT would scare them. But now?he just have to make sure they don't leave.

Ironic...

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Not much honestly, Zag tries His hardest to NOT take away every right that Consort has, bc he has been on that situation before(with Hades trying to prevent him from leaving and treating him like shit), he KNOWS how frustrating and upseting it is, but he can't bring himself on let Consort go.

Zagreus can AND WILL do things in a way Consort feels comfortable and don't force them to do anything besides staying. They don't wanna have children? That's fine, it's not like Zagreus is eager to continue His father legacy anyway. They don't wanna share the same Bed/room as Zagreus? Fair enough, they'll have their own room. Things like that.

Consort can go as they please for the Underworld (the creatures/guards know better than trying to hurt them, specially Theseus) EXCEPT the Temple of Styx, then they only can go with Zagreus or with a person of high trust(like Thanatos or Meg, most likely Meg).

In a good scenario, Zagreus even gets out with Consort to the mortal world! Be it to the temples to His father, meet the other Gods, even some mortals that adore Hades/Zagreus, etc.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Oh, pretty vulnerable. He seems pretty scary at first when Consort just marry him, but once he gained enough trust(and obsession) on Consort, Zagreus would be quite open about anything they ask, whatever it is. Even sensitive themes like His father.

Zagreus likes to think he's being honest MOST OF THE TIME, to make sure Consort they can trust him bc he trust in them(and it worked! Kinda), to make them happy. He is not exacly afraid of being emotional vulnerable with Consort, he just has lots of unpacked trauma and dosen't know what to do with it (much less now that almost everyone in House of Hades see him different..), so it's almost good for him being like this. He likes it.

The only thing he lied about was about what happen to the suitors of Consort(and ANYONE in general that get in His way honestly), and still he thinks that was just a white lie instead of a blasting crime and abuse of power.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Mostly heart broken, because he KNOWS he caused this, he made them despise him, but he is selfish, so even then, he would't let them get away. He tries to shush them and comfort them, remind them that he loves them, that he's sorry that they have to see THAT. Eventually he gets even better at comfort thanks to this.

A part of him is given a strange feeling of nostalgia? Like in the times when he was the one running away from the Underworld, he thinks that maybe this is His karma for that.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It's not a Game and he gets worried SICK when he finds out that Consort it's out there trying to escape, do they even know what kind of danger is in the Chambers of Tartarus only? How Bad things can end if they get across the wrong person??

He don't enjoy this in the slightless, he is a panic mess until he finds Consort and bring them back to the house of Hades safe and sound.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Two very different times.

The first one was the first time Consort and Zagreus where introduced to each other for Zeus. Consort was so scared of Zagreus-their future HUSBAND, and the worst part was that Zagreus didn't even tried to stop the proccess in the slightless(maybe out of shock or trying not to make Zeus mad).

The second one, way after this, after Consort and Zagreus fall in love; Consort finds Zagreus giving one of Consort "suitors" one of the most nightmarerish tortures they even seen(Fury level TORTURE if You get what i'm saying). This is what caused after all the attemps to run away from Zagreus, because if he is capable of doing such things to a stranger, what about them?

(he would never, but Consort it's way too hurt from this to listen to His "REASONS")

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Mmm...that's a hard one.

Zagreus didn't even have in mind killing His father, much less becoming King! But now he is more responsible, even more ambisious, so i would say that his plans with Consort are either continue as they are now, riging over the Underworld, better than His father could, or maybe Even go to Olympus some time! Who knows! He is not restricted anymore! He's gonna take adventage of it!

If we talk about a figure where Melinoe exist as His and Consort's Daughter, he's over the moon, that would be a life he would't mind..

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Oh, he GETS Jealous, and it's escalets pretty quickly. If he copes or explotes, depends on the person and how they act around Consort.

For example, in the Surface, Consort tends to be revere for his worshipers, which is okay! It's the way Zagreus expect Consort to be treated. But it's some of them it's a little too friend/close, he just put Consort on His lap and demands affection(mainly kisses). That normally works to calm him down.

NOW, if is Someone like, idk...THESEUS, when he and Consort go to Elysium to see the Champions and the Pompous bastard is bold enough to try to "make a move" on Zag's partner...yeah, he'll lash out on him, it will not be pretty. (Fortunally, he's never mad at Consort for this kind of things. He trust them! He dosen't trust other people around them..)

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

A love sick puppy, he is way more cheerfull than when he is alone or even working at the main Hall, Consort's presence brings a Big smile to His face. It's almost creepy to the people not used to see "the Godkiller" being this friendly and happy while working.

He acts like the Zagreus before the disaster but a little more calmer. Almost demure(bc it's way more easy to get under his skin now), and obviously, pretty clingy. If he's working, he wants Consort on his lap while finishing paperwork. If he's redecoring, he has an arm around them, etc. It's cute in a way.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

When Consort first got to House of Hades, Zagreus tried to get to know them better in one of the Best ways he knows, ambrosia! And in general at first their interactions we're little and only when Zag start them to give Consort a gift. Gifts that grow of worth and personal value the more he knows them, the more he falls for them.

When Consort started the interactions on their own, Zag's was OVER THE MOON! And start use what would be His signature way of get to know Darling, do tasks with Consort! Whatever it was administrative(Zag's nightmare) or more diplomatic, they get to have good times!

Other way of counting to Zagreus is phisical contact, CONSTANTLY(if they're fine with it), and in general is the softest version of the counting of an average god(maybe it's ctotic thing?being decent spouses?).

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Nah. He still worship his partner and absolulty adores them, the only difference is the violence he use against OTHER PEOPLE.

Zagreus tends to be quieter around the other people in House of Hades(bc they also are pretty tense with him) but it's not hostile. You can talk to him normally and even have a chat(as long as You don't talk shit about Consort), he's not that different. Just more reserved.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Punishment? Whats that?-Zagreus, probably.

Yeah, he dosen't like the idea of a punishment of any sort. Not only bc that would make him just the same as Hades, but bc he just CANT STAND the sight of Consort in pain. Much less If said pain is caused BY HIM.

The most close thing that he got to a "punishment" was isolation for not even two days, and honestly? It hurt him more than Consort. It's like it's punishing himself most likely.

But yeah, he dosen't do that. He thinks that if he gives a reason to Consort to fear him, they will just hate him even more, they'll want to leave more. He don't want to be a cause of their fear, he wants them to stay bc they like it here. So nop. No punishment (besides, he has escaped the Underworld times enough to know that the task itself it's a pain in the ass, thats ENOUGH).

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Besides from leaving the Underworld (or most likely, leaving HIM) not much honestly, again, Zagreus KNOWS how Consort feels likes in the situation, he's been there, so he's not wiling to make them feel like they are His prisioner, because their NOT, they are His partner, the love of His life.

The only other thing i can see Zagreus activily preventing His partner to do is killing themself to stay in the Underworld in a Willing Route. Bc OBVIOUS REASONS. And maybe giving them weopons bc they are dangerous. Aside from that, Consort has the same freedoms and priviliges as Zagreus.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

For a greek god, he's surprisesingly patience, an a GREAT level of patience.

Zagreus don't rush things with Consort (he thinks even when they're nervious or acting awkward is adorable), he waited for them to come around and they fall in love naturally(until the yandere tendencies strike), and in general he's self aware that he being a god and Consort being a Mortal make some things dificult, so, he's willing to wait.

He can endure Consort's lectures about how wrong he is about the suitors matter, how horrible it is, their screams and cries, he can endure it, because he KNOWS that Consort just don't understand that's how Gods are, and it's fine, after all, their only job is stay and love him, and meanwhile they do it, he's just fine.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Escaping Zagreus is almost imposible for His Godly parients (i talk more about it in the V), and the only way of escaping FOR GOOD would be getting out of Greece. If that happens, i really doubt that Zagreus is able to move on.

He'll trow a Demeter move, he'll neglect all of His duties as god of the Underworld until His parients find Consort. And NOTHING but that will make him change His mind. I can see him worsening His Masochist tendencies.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Yes and no.

Does Zagreus regrets they meet in Bad circumstances? Yes. Does he regrets being Married to them anyways? No.

Does Zagreus regrets scaring Consort with the torture of their suitors(and maybe some of their Friends)? Yes. Does he regret what he did to those people? No.

He regrets they bad consecuences/reactions those actions caused, but he dosen't actually regret nothing. He seems them as necesary. For the same, he's not willing to let Consort get away from him or, Gods forbite, fall in love with someone else. Just...no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Definitely the actual relationship he has with the people of House of Hades. Don't get me wrong, His childhood as the despised son of Hades has something to do with him being touch starved and eager to love, but the recent events change EVERYTHING in His life.

Before murdering Hades, Zagreus was seen as a troublemaker, but not as a danger, he was a friend, a godling that his parients tried to help and His friends NEVER though they would fear. But after what he did, everyone seems...tense around him, like he's not the same anymore. Maybe they're right, yes, but hurts seeing them look at him with such...pain...fear.

With Consort is another Story, they only know the version of Zagreus that everyone FEARS AND RESPECTS, but they get to know him and, surprisesingly, see the good old side of him, trust him genuinely. Zagreus LOVES THAT.

Loves that he's not feared for them, loves that Consort sees both sides of him, loves that they SEE HIM for who he is, not a king or a Godkiller, but just Zagreus. He miss that horribly and Consort give him that back. And he's not willing to lose it.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Guilty and sad mostly. He tries to comfort them the Best he can, but sometimes that just makes things worse and he decides to leave them some space(not too much space thoug, in cases they need something or try to do something...drastic).

Ironicly, he can handle better when Consort yells or cries than when they isoltaes themselfs. At least in the first two they INTERACT with him and he can try and negociate something for them to feel better (like their favorite food or going to Elysium for a walk), but isolation? It's HURTS HIM being ignored and don't know what to do(so You could use this one if You want something).

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I'll Say he is the most soft yandere You'll ever see, more for a god of the Underworld. He is not exacly menacing(?) someway. He dosen't kiddnap Consort per se, His family does(through an arrange affair with Zeus)! That's pretty un-convencional if You ask me.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

The mayor weakness Consort could use to get away from Zagreus is his límited time in the surface, bc even now it takes time to get out there, so if Consort gets out and Zagreus don't get to drag them with him to the Underworld, theres is a good chance to get way!

But i would't be very optimistic, Zag is very stubborn and he'll go UP THERE just to fetch them, with the help of all of his Godly parients, just like the old times. There would be NO WHERE TO HIDE with ZEUS HIMSELF lending a hand, POSEIDON making imposible to sail, and HERMES running around with His followers in research for "coz' lost mate".

I would say there's a higher chance to do it if You have Persephone (and extension, Demeter) on your side, but it would be futile against the KING OF THE GODS. Worth the shot though.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

NO.

Zagreus may have a fucked up sense of love in this AU, but definitely he don't forget how painfull and understimated is phisical pain(His deaths speaks themselfs..) so he would never even raise His hand to Consort. Ever.

He may raise His voice when he's mad or worried or carry them/pin them, but honestly that's it, there's no violence, there's no phisical nor emotional pain. He can't Bring himself to do it. Even when some of His parients tries to encourge him to be "rougher" with His Darling, he really just see them as a fragile creature that must be take care of.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He's head over heels for Consort, i can picture him as a worshiper Yandere honestly(bc 1- that feeds His idea that no one really deserves them And 2- its feels complementary to His Masochist tendencies), no matter if they are mortals or "under his level" for His family standards, they are a God/Godess to Zagreus eyes.

He would kill for Consort, he would die for Consort. Either way is a bliss.

He is up to anything to win them over, EXCEPT maybe hurting some specific members of the house of Hades that bring him jelousy (like Thanatos, for respect for their friendship). Besides that, he's even up to get rid of Consort's WHOLE family tree if that gives them a reason to stay in the Underworld.

Still, he wants to go for the no-violence route, and romance them "properly"(sort of...).

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not a long time. It's a soon as Zagreus feels connected in a meanfull way with Consort that he "snaps" and makes plans to make them want to stay and don't leave the Underworld, Zagreus don't Even consider His sudden dark feelings "snaping" either, bc he has this mindset of "well, we ARE already married, it's COMPLETLY NORMAL i am very observant of them And i want them to stay"

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Luckily, no. He is way too soft and unwiling to make them suffer (at least on prupose)that it's virtually imposible that Consort ends up broken for his fault. It's most likely that they develop Stockholm syndrome and either 1) stop trying to get way from Zagreus or 2) they get away from Zagreus but they come Back because...they miss him.

In both cases Consort ends up turning a Blind eye to the horrible things that Zagreus has done(and posible keep doing, but more carefully), but it's kind of a new status quo. They're okay again and Zagreus seems happy than ever...Consort can't bring themself to break it again. To break HIM.

It's for the better. I promise.

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[crsssie]

valentine's event: oh my god... my shoujo dreams!!

"I like you!"

Under the sunny sky accompanied by warm cheeks, you blink at the love of your life, heart hammering in your chest. You try your best to cover up the flushed skin that you're sure creeps up your neck, blinking as the words register in your head, sure that your lack of decorum and filter is seeping through your reaction.

"I... like you too!"

To love someone is beautiful, isn't it?

What cliché trope are you experiencing? || LINKED MASTERLIST

rivals to lovers - Leon S Kennedy

childhood friends to lovers - Zagreus

shared secret - Spencer Reid

love at first sight - Casper

you fall first, they fall harder - Tim Drake

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apothecary diaries (Jinshi)

criminal minds (Spencer Reid)

danganronpa (Komaeda, Hinata, Kamukura, Matsuda)

dc (Dick, Tim, Jaime Reyes)

a date with death (Casper)

hades game (Zagreus, Thanatos, Moros)

lovebrush chronicles (Alkaid, Clarence, Cael, O'Connor)

resident evil (Leon)

saiki k (Kusuo)

solo leveling (Jinwoo)

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[mongeroffanfics]

Hades characters and affection

In an established relationship

Zagreus

Zagreus’ favorite place to kiss you has got to be your forehead, where he can just quickly bend and give you a quick kiss.

If you’re busy doing something he can, and will, disturb you by lifting your head up so he can give you that goddamn forehead kiss.

If his dad killed him (again), he’ll be even more insistent on his affection, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder, muttering under his breath about how his blasted father won again

Hades

You’re not getting kissed, for one, not even Persephone gets kisses most of the time.

His affection is mostly just him having a hand on your shoulder, he’s just not very touchy- with how touchy his brothers have always been he’s grossed out by most interactions that include touch.

The only time he’s really ‘clingy’ is when he looses a fight to Zagreus, but even then it’s mostly just him sitting on the ground and leaning his huge weight on your side.

Nyx

Nyx also isn’t super affectionate, I mean she’ll lean down and give you a little peck on the forehead, but it’s not often.

She’s more of the kind of person to sit down on the bed with your head on her lap as she pets your hair and tells you about some story Chaos once told her about.

If you’re out in the House she’ll hold your hand or put her hand on your shoulder, but not much more.

Charon

Chances are, even if you have Charons affection- you’re not getting touched.

The most he will do is let you lean against his side if you’ve been walking for a while, otherwise literally all of his affection is in small free gifts.

If Charon likes you enough, he will sit down beside you and drape his long cloak over your shoulders.

Hypnos

Out of everyone here, Hypnos is the clingiest, arms constantly around you whenever you’re close enough to grab.

He’s not much of a kisser, usually just having his arms and legs locked around you as you force him to actually do his job.

He will however freeze for a solid minute or two if you give him a kiss.

Thanatos

You’re being kept at an arms length- literally.

Thanatos loves you, he does- but he just doesn’t do affection, if you’re lucky he’ll have his scythe around your shoulders to keep you in his presence.

The closest he’ll get is when he’s tired, or in bed, but even then it’s just him resting his head on your stomach or lap.

Zeus

He gives Hypnos a run for his money at how clingy he is, but Zeus won’t leave you alone.

Kisses are being pressed all around your face, your neck, even your hands. He has his arms around you with you in his lap, nuzzling you or bragging about his achievements.

Your ‘alone time’ is just when he’s tired and sort of flopped against your side with his head tucked under your own.

Poseidon

He’s not nearly as clingy as Zeus, but he still almost always has an arm around you.

He’s not exactly a person who will give you kisses, but he will absolutely hold your hand or link arms. He’s also fond of leaning against your side.

Poseidon will absolutely have your head tucked under his chin as he tells you a story that one of the ocean creatures told him.

Aphrodite

She is quite affectionate, going between holding your hands, cupping your face and even nuzzling her nose against yours.

Most of her affection comes in the form of praise, complimenting your appearance, what you’ve done today, what you’re wearing- everything.

Aphrodite definitely has her hair over your shoulders as she shows you this interesting new thing she’s found.

Ares

I honestly wouldn’t recommend accepting his affection- his affection is not nice and sweet.

He’s more likely to put you into a headlock and wrestle with you, correcting your form and giving you a smug grin or a (hard) pat on the back to praise you lasting that long against him (it wasn’t long at all)

The sweetest he will be is putting all of his weight on you when you’re in bed and passing the fuck out.

Dionysus

He’s sort of clingy?? He’ll have his arms around you when he’s drunk, mumbling random stories into your ear.

He offers you wine, an arm around your hips and hand on your thigh just to hold you up against his frame.

His kisses are rare and sloppy, usually on your cheek or forehead.

Hermes

He is the king of quick pecs, always moving around so whenever he spots you he nearly knocks you on your ass as he quickly kisses your cheek or forehead.

Hermes will never hold hands or lock arms- just because he’s too impatient for it.

Hermes will, however, football tackle you into a hug.

Achilles + Patroclus

If this is in a platonic sense, you’re not getting much. Achilles with clap you on the shoulder or give you a side hug- Patroclus won’t touch you at all. They’re tough soldiers, not super affectionate.

That’s all taken away if you’ve joined their chaotic relationship.

If you’re dating them, Achilles has an arm around you always, causally leaning down for forehead kisses. Patroclus is even affectionate, cupping your face and nuzzling his nose against yours… or mocking your height.

Theseus

First of all, how did you get this man’s affections?

Second of all, his form of affection is holding you, he’ll hold you up in his arms and walk around with you as if you’re the sun itself.

Kisses are not a thing, you just have to listen to him bragging for hours on end.

[wingedfoolnearthesun]

i’m a Thanatos devotee, of course i’ve felt scared of the idea of death while simultaneously drawn to it.

i’m a Thanatos devotee, of course i’ve always had an interest in either becoming a forensic pathologist or a funeral director.

i’m a Thanatos devotee, of course i make sure to say “i love you” to people i care about before falling asleep in fear of not getting another chance to say it.

i’m a Thanatos devotee, of course i struggle with letting people of the past leave my thoughts and allowing them to haunt me.

i’m a Thanatos devotee, of course i encourage my loved ones to get over people who no longer exist in their life and have hurt them whilst not taking that advice for myself.

i’m a Thanatos devotee, of course i longed to visit cemeteries i would pass by.

i’m a Thanatos devotee, of course I also worship his brother, Hypnos of Gentle Sleep.

i’m a Thanatos devotee, of course i’ve always been in love with the beauty of butterflies.

i’m a Thanatos devotee, of course i’ve loved tea from a young age and have started drinking a warm cup every evening once again.

i’m a Thanatos devotee, of course my main form of humor is dark and self-deprecating.

i’m a Thanatos devotee, of course i still see beauty in humanity despite convincing myself that i hate other people.