#thanatos made him apologize

[0lympian-c0uncil]

Hermes, *In a haunted house*: I want to apologize the first time I came here in 2004

*Flashback*

Hermes: Come and get me, Ghost! Look it, I'm slitting my wrist just like you did hahaha!

Hermes,*embarrassed*: .....I'm going to admit I was a little out of line.....

[boofindoopin]

I rant at 5 in the morning tehe

I’ve been seeing a rise of people getting upset at the fact that people are acting like the gods are our imaginary friends, and not deities that deserve worship and respect. Which, I totally agree with. I absolutely hate it when people act like our religion is a silly little fandom that they can make up their own factoids.

But, at the same time, I think many people in the community who have more serious worship styles, are forgetting that not everyone does.

When the posts are saying “the gods aren’t your friends” or something along the lines of that, really just completely disregards people who have more casual, more friend like relationships with their deities! I treat Thanatos more as a friend than anything.

I am still respectful, I don’t call him any of the things I would call my best friend, (because me and my irl friends call eachother gay bastards) but, I do silly shit with him, as I would with a friend. I’ve also asked him if he wanted me to start being less casual, and he immediately said no. He likes the bond we have.

I take on a more serious approach with Lord Ares and Lady Aphrodite. I feel it suits them better. I don’t think I could say some of the things I say to Thanatos to Ares or Aphrodite (once I stuck my tounge out at him because he wouldn’t let me sing him happy birthday. I apologize don’t worry, he laughed at me and said it was funny. I feel bad about it still 😭) but to me it’s the difference between the way you talk to your friend and the way you talk to a mentor/guardian.

I think @khaire-traveler made a similar point to me. Anyways, my point is. Yes, I agree it is annoying how people outside of the community (and inside sometimes) disrespect the gods and treat the religion as fandom. But, I do think we need to remember that not all of us worship the same :)

[lady-of-the-spirit]

I'm never going to not be furious about Lore Olympus having a whole mini arc dedicated to Demeter questioning her parenting and apologizing to Persephone and trying to work through her generational trauma, while Hades neglects Thanatos his entire life, humiliates and bullies him several times as an adult, and the way that is dealt with is one chapter of Hades saying "my dad sucked so I didn't even try to be a parent" and not even apologizing, while Thanatos has to apologize to Hades and tells him "you weren't as bad as you could have been, i made things difficult for you as a kid and at least you were there" and that's it.

[wingedfoolnearthesun]

TW: talk about s*icide/death

you’re not obliged to read this. even though i don’t say anything too explicit, i still do believe it necessary to warn you guys in case it can be triggering or harmful ♡

i was scrolling through tiktok earlier today when i found a quote that quite literally made the pieces fall into place in my mind, about what connects me to Father Thanatos. i���m not saying this is/will be a universal experience for those who worship/want to worship Him. it’s just something i realized He might be helping me with.

i’ve always struggled with my mental health, for as long as i can remember. i’ve unfortunately never been officially diagnosed bc of the lack of access i have to psychological care and therapy. i’ve always thought to myself that if i were to “leave this world”, i’d be making it such a better place for those around me. their biggest burden would finally be gone, and they wouldn’t have to deal with someone who’s so moody, so unpredictable, so easily irritated.

i found this one post on tiktok about someone saying “maybe everyone would be better off if i wasn’t here anymore” with someone replying with a “you’ve been saying that since you were 9”. when i read that, i could heavily feel His presence that wasn’t there prior to that moment. it suddenly clicked. it truly made me realize why i was working with Him. other than overcoming difficult changes or wanting to create a better version of myself. He has understood my emotions, allowing me the opportunity to embrace how precious my life could be. As the personification of Death - particularly Gentle, Peaceful, and Non-Violent Death - Father Thanatos to me represents the inevitability and the acceptance of death. rather than approaching it with such a rushed mindset. Worshipping Him is a gentle step towards respecting the process of death. allowing myself the privilege of transforming these fearful thoughts into those that are appreciative of the life i get to live. rather than approaching death as an immediate release, it’d be more ideal for me to redefine my life and slowly come to accept that there is a chance for me to live happily and with a purpose in the meantime.

i apologize for the dark topic, it’s not usually something i would like to bring to this blog. i just thought that as a worshipper of Father Thanatos, as someone who feels so connected to Him and eager to share all i can about Him and my experiences with Him, it was something i could express to sort of get off my chest ♡

[captainremmington-13]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of death, crying, sadness, physical pain, and parental neglect

A/N: i deeply apologize, i felt i needed to set up more context and establish Luke and readers relationship more before getting to capture the flag, i PROMISE it’ll be in this next chapter or the one after that💕

“Castellan!” 

Sixteen-year-old Luke’s head snapped up abruptly to see his brother, Connor Stoll running towards him frantically. If Connor, who was usually lighthearted and cheerful, was panicked, something was really wrong. 

“What’s going on?” Luke stood up, abandoning the art project he was helping a younger camper with. “Is someone hurt?”

“I-I’m not sure. I just heard a girl screaming in the woods, and calling for your help.” 

Luke’s skin went cold. He knew exactly who was in trouble. 

The only child of Thanatos, his best friend.

Connor beckoned for Luke to follow him. The two sons of Hermes sprinted towards the woods, trying to conceal their fear. 

Luke’s heart pounded aggressively in his chest. He couldn’t bear to lose another loved one, it would destroy him.

Finally, Connor came to a halt and pointed into the trees. “She’s that way.” 

“Thank you,” Luke said breathlessly. Running through the woods and ignoring the stares of the nymphs, he strained to hear anything that could lead him to you.

Then, he heard a muffled sob coming from a nearby clearing. 

Cutting the stray branches aside with Backbiter, Luke practically flew through the trees until he spotted you, kneeling on the ground. 

He froze. You were weeping, holding your face in your hands. Your body trembled, but he couldn’t tell if it was from sadness or fear. You hardly ever cried, you were a mellow person for the most part and rarely had emotional outbursts, so seeing you like this worried him immensely.

But most shockingly, you had black wings protruding from your back.  

They didn’t look like bird wings. They had the shape of angel wings, but instead of feathers, they were made of black smoke that swirled gently and occasionally omitted wisps into the air.  

“W-Wh-“ Luke stammered, struggling to find words. “How?”

“I don’t know!” you cried, refusing to look at him. “They just…started appearing. It felt like someone was digging hot knives into my shoulder blades. I ran out here so that nobody would notice them, but then Connor found me.” 

Your best friend knelt down in front of you, gently uncovering your face by taking your hands in his gently. His hands were calloused and rough, thanks to years of rigorous training. But they were comforting nonetheless. 

“Are they still hurting?” he asked, instinctively checking your pulse by pressing your wrist carefully. 

“No…I’m just scared, Luke. I don’t understand what’s going on,” you said, feeling your intrusive thoughts spill out. “What if they don’t go away? What will everyone think of me?” 

Luke sighed. “If they don’t go away, it’ll just be another thing that makes you you. And it doesn’t define you, or take away from the person you already are. If other people can’t look past your new features, they’re fucking idiots who aren’t worth your attention anyways.” 

“But…I feel like a monster. And even worse, I look even more like my father. He has wings too, I’ve read enough about him to know that for sure. I don’t want anything to do with him, why did he make this happen to me?”

“I don’t know why it happened,” Luke said honestly. “We can talk to Chiron and see if he has any advice. He won’t judge you, you know that. And I promise you’ll always have me. I’ll be your friend, whether you have wings or not.”  

Wiping away your tears, you felt the painful feeling in your chest begin to subside. Knowing that he didn’t see you any differently despite this new development settled your nerves, at least a little. Sure, the other campers may see you as monstrous, as a terrifying mutation that needed to be avoided at all costs. All of the new friends you’d made over the past couple years may leave you, but you would survive.

At least you had Luke.

Your Luke.

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After calming down, Luke lead you to Chiron’s office in The Big House. Luckily, the rest of the campers were at lunch, and nobody saw your very noticeable new features.

Chiron wasn’t nearly as surprised as Luke had been concerning your wings. “I suspected that they would appear around this time,” he said. “Your father has passed down yet another one of his gifts to you.” 

You certainly didn’t seen the wings as a gift. They were a curse, yet another thing that made you appear monstrous compared to other demigods.

“So, are they just there forever now?” you asked, fighting down the bitterness in your voice.

Chiron thought for a moment. “Wish them to go away, and see what happens.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

“Just try,” Chiron insisted. “Your willpower is more powerful than you know.” 

Relenting, you shut your eyes, focusing on your disdain for your wings. Desperation and frustration overtook your thoughts, and you felt your head begin to throb painfully.

Thankfully, the sound of Luke calling your name snapped you out of it. 

“They’re gone,” Chiron’s low voice declared. 

Sighing in relief, you opened your eyes and looked at the centaur standing before you.

“I advise you to spend time learning to control your new features,” he said. “You must discover the extent of the abilities they give you. Otherwise, they may pose a threat to your safety, as well as the well-being of the other campers.” 

You nodded, despite the feeling of dread creeping over you. “I will. But I may miss some camp activities for the next few days.” 

“That’s alright,” Chiron said. “I’ll let Mr. D know that you are caring for yourself, and need adequate time to do so.”

“I’ll accompany you,” Luke said immediately. You shook your head.

“You have responsibilities, Luke. Who else is going to run sparring classes for the younger campers? Who else is going to make sure the Hermes kids attend archery practice and don’t set a fire somewhere?”

“I’ll have Chris take over,” he said. “He can handle it.”  

“But-“

“I’m not changing my mind,” Luke said firmly. “I’m helping you, and that’s final.”

Gods, as much as it sometimes irritated you, you loved that he was so stubborn. 

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After a few days that felt like an eternity, you came to the realization that you’d gained more power than you initially predicted. 

You could fly. That was to be expected; what else would the wings be for?

You could turn invisible. You only discovered this because a howl coming from the depths of the woods startled you. When you looked down, you could no longer see your body. 

And finally, your senses had heightened considerably. You could tell when someone or something died, even if it was outside the borders of camp. Beforehand, you could only sense it if they were within close parameters. 

The change was scary, but exhilarating at the same time. You knew that once you got used to your new abilities, you’d be even more intimidating than you already were.

Luke had been a huge help. He accompanied you while you experimented with your powers in the woods, but respected your request for him to keep his distance. He would check in on you at every meal, and made sure you ate an adequate amount. At night before bed, he sat with you on your mattress in Cabin 11, listening to you ramble on and on about various frustrations. He understood your anger at your father better than anyone else. He shared the same resentment towards Hermes. 

When you’d tired yourself out, he would bid you goodnight, give you a sweet kiss on the forehead, and climb into his own bed. And within minutes, he was out cold. 

But you stayed awake, staring at the worn-down wooden ceiling of your Hermes’s cabin. 

The fear you’d felt when your wings had first appeared had faded considerably. You felt powerful, invincible almost. 

And with the best swordsman in three centuries at your side, there was nothing in the world for you to be afraid of.  

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[h0ney-gl0ws]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request Hades boys (Zag, Than, and Hypnos) x reader hcs where the reader loves to bake? ^^ Thank you!

Yes you can! Awww this is such a cute request! Thank you for the request, and your patience lol.

Word Count (Approx): 1,080

Hades Boys! With an s/o who loves to bake!

Zagreus Zagreus first found out you loved to bake when you got hired to be an assistant to the head chef.

Your services to the lounge made it much more livelier than usual. Many of the shades who had no interest in food before, just had to see what the fuss was about with your baked goods. They were the talk of the house for quite some time after all.

And Zagreus doesnt let you forget that fact, reminding you constantly about how good your treats are, emphasizing how popular they are, as well as relaying the compliments he’s heard in whispers amongst the shades.

One day (or night) he asks that you teach him your ways. He knows how much baking means to you and wants to be able to share in that special little hobby of yours.

Of course Zagreus’ attempts end up with a fire, a horribly charred lump of something that was meant to be bread, and another hefty work load for Dusa in order to clean up the lounge…again. (You offer your best cupcakes as an apology to her afterwards haha)

The fire fiasco also got Zagreus banned from stepping foot into the kitchen again at the insistence of the head chef.

Zagreus would miss being able to steal tastes of your baked treats (and seeing you at work ofc) so much, that he commissioned the house contractor to start selling your treats in Charon’s shops. That way when he’s on his runs he can have a little reminder, and assist from you along the way.

He even took one of your recipes all the way to Eurydice, in return she gave him one of hers for you to try out. You were so impressed by her recipe, the goods made from it tasted like nothing you’ve ever had before! From then on Zagreus became a bit of a messenger between you two, he’d gift you one of Eurydice’s recipes when she gave them to him and you send her one back. You formed a cherished friendship over the shared love of creating food even without having met face to face.

You made sure to express your gratitude to Zagreus for taking interest in your hobby, connecting you to new friends in the afterlife, as well as being a great partner by giving him all the treats he could ever ask for, but the only treat he really needs in the end is you :)

Thanatos Thanatos was never one for sweets. The taste was too intense and the pure sugary monstrosities reminded him way too much of the surface. Bright, euphoric in the moment, but also very bad for you. All in all he can’t stand the stuff.

So when you first told him about your hobby he admits he had some concern. He’s seen what treats do to mortals first hand and does not understand the appeal.

Until, one day or night he returned to his usual spot in the house, and upon the polished round table that Zagreus got him was a basket of freshly baked bread rolls. In his hasty opposition to sweet foods he forgot that not all baked goods were of the sweet variety. Your baking opened a new door for him that day.

He praised your baking skills the next day. Expressing his gratitude of you accommodating his culinary preferences. You told him that’s what partners are for! That you want to be able to share this part of you with him and are overjoyed that he liked them. He laughs at your enthusiasm telling you he would happily accept any more treats you decided to make him.

And make him things you did, from breads to pastries to savory pies you made him all sorts of amazing goodies. Thanatos thanked you profusely after each gift, pressing tender kisses to your temple.

One evening, he admitted that he didn’t always hate sweets. When he was younger he actually liked a few of them, but after seeing greedy mortals, stuffing their faces and throwing away much excess while others starved and perished. Sweets never quite tasted the same, becoming a suffocating syrupy substance that he cant handle, but he was willing to try again if you made it.

You told him he doesn’t have to try your sweets and you wouldn’t be offended if he didn’t, but he assured you he wanted to, that anything important to you was important to him. And besides if he likes someone as sweet as you then he can handle any sweet treat you make.

Hypnos Alright, Hypnos sleeps a lot so there not a lot of time for him to eat the goods you make. He claims that the sugar would have him awake for weeks and he’d hate to have that happen. So he appreciates your hobby in a different way.

For instance he loves just watching you bake. The way your hands move so gracefully as well as confidently is super soothing. Your so precise in everything you do its very impressive to watch. You often catch him leaning against the edge of the counter your working on, fast asleep after a few minutes of watching you bake. You find it really cute how much he admires you ^-^

Not even to mention the smell! When Hypnos cuddles with you after you’ve been working a long shift with sweets and freshly baked goods, he practically feels as if he was in Olympus! Nuzzling his nose into your hair he can just fall asleep relishing in your sweet scent as he holds you close.

Well, eventually you are able to catch him at a time where you can convince him to actually enjoy your baked goods. And he was right… He talked faster than usual that day, and was way more clingy than you were used too. Why he rivaled Hermes in how fast he completed his work. His sugar rush antics made quite the entertaining feat. I don’t think he nodded off once for quite a while after that.

But when he did crash, he crashed It caused quite the backup in his work, and he wasn’t allowed to have your treats over a certain sugar level after that. Ordered by Lord Hades himself XD.

But Hypnos doesn’t mind, you’re the only sugar he needs in his life :P

[harryforvogue]

The Queen's Going Away Party*

It's nearly time for Hades and Persephone to part once more. This is that story. But made kind of positive. This is purely a self indulgent fic. It's also an apology for not writing as much as I used to and for the horrendous title.

It's 4.5k words. There's some smut at the end, but it's mostly just Hades!Harry being grumpy as hell and Persephone trying to keep it together.

***

Hades, or Harry, looks at his wife across the table as she speaks with Thanatos to redefine the barriers of the incoming souls for the next day. “The grays,” she says softly, pointing at the map she’s made herself with parchment and ink, “must be spoken to after they’ve crossed the river Styx. I’ll speak with them as well to make sure they’re peaceful and not restless. Hopefully the abode we’ve made for them will keep them satiated and at bay for the day. Charon will be negotiated with later today as well.”

Persephone first introduced the idea of a “going away party” when she arrived back to Hades 6 months ago. She’d excitedly spoken about this new thing that mortals introduce where they celebrate goodbyes with drinks, food, music, and dance instead of sorrow and anguish. It's what she envisioned for her own departure. Now that it's actually happening, Harry isn’t so sure he’s all that excited about the idea.

“To go out with a big bang, as the mortals say,” she’d argued, fluttering around him as he walked away from her at the first mention of it. His fists were clenched, an odd tightness in his chest.

“I will not be celebrating you leaving the realm you belong in,” he’d said, avoiding her.

“I belong in two places, darling. And you’re not actually celebrating me leaving. You’re celebrating the promise that I’ll be back. And spring.”

He had rolled his eyes. “I’m not too keen on celebrating something I never experience. Nor care about.” He'd added the last part angrily and regretted it afterwards, but his wife was too worked up about other things to take offense.

She’d held her ground in front of him, her hands on his chest. She’d slammed the door shut to their room without looking and stared up at him angrily. “I don’t care that you don’t know what spring is. I don’t care that all you know is gloominess and darkness and ghosts. What I do care about is that when I’m leaving, I’ll want us to be enjoying ourselves. So fine. Don’t celebrate my leaving or spring or sunshine, but celebrate the amazing 6 months we’re about to have together.”

Hades had wrapped his hands around her biceps, picked her up, and set her aside. “I will not be happy that day no matter how many heroes and warriors and drinks you bring to this party. I will be mourning the loss of my wife, who I won’t see for the next 6 months.”

She trailed after him as he continued out of their room. Upon leaving, Hades had run into Hermes who had grinned and held a scroll, saying, “Your brother is pissed off. Guess which one?”

“Who invited you in?”

“Hecate of course. Hey, look. Guess the right brother and I’ll spin your queen a dress of pure gold.”

But Harry had waved Hermes away and called for Hecate to secure him somewhere out of his sight. He’d ignored the way Hermes had muttered, “Well, I don’t blame Zeus.” And normally, Harry would have very big problems with others coming in between his feud with his brothers, but he was too angry with his wife to care.

“Listen to me,” Persephone continued, stalking after him. “Why must we weep and suffer when I leave? I hate it too, so can’t we just try this? Something new? You know, the mortals seem to like it just fine.”

Hades stopped, turning to face his wife. “We,” he said quietly, angrily, “are not mortals. We experience emotions worse than them. My sorrow for my wife leaving me is nothing compared to anything a mortal would feel.”

She sighed, crossing her arms. “Let’s just try it. Just once. Let it be a parting gift. Look.” She brightened. “You can help me with the guest list.”

Hermes, being dragged away by Hecate by the scruff of his neck, had called over, “Allow me three plus ones, my King! I have three lovers currently!”

“Remove Hermes from the guest list considerations immediately.”

“You prick!”

“Just think about it,” Persephone insisted. “We have time. Do this for me.”

And Harry had given in. She’d asked so many times and promised so many things, he gave his consent two months in.

She looks beautiful across the table, putting the final touches for tomorrow. He hears her murmur. “Are the musicians ready? Good. And we’ve got all the answers to our invitations, correct? Remind me of who is attending?”

Thanatos goes into a long monologue of those invited. “Amongst the confirmed are Nyx, Eros, Psyche, Pan, Achilles, Hesphaestus, Artemis, Lethe, the Moirae, Adonis–”

“Not Adonis,” Harry groans, imagining the deity fawning over Persephone as he always does.

She just smiles. “It’ll be entertaining. It’s not as if half the invites won’t be falling at your feet.”

“Continue the list, Thanatos.”

“Yes, sir. Patroclus. Nemesis, Apate, though she is, er, in a spat with our mother. Harmonia, Hecate, Hermes, myself…” He continues on and on. Hades falls into a deeper pit of despair.

“Amongst the declined are Hypnos, Morpheus, Keres–”

“Why was Keres even invited?” Harry interrupts.

Persephone shrugs. “Formality. The gesture extends to Acheron, Macaria, Styx, and several others.”

“I see. Not too many of the annoying ones then.”

She laughs. “I made sure not to include them. After all, it’s a party not a riot.”

Thanatos stands from the table. “I’m off to speak to Charon about the souls then. I’ll give him several gold coins for his cooperation.”

“Shouldn’t we consider telling him to stop asking for gold for a trip across the river? It’s been millennia and we don’t even need the gold.”

Harry stands, walking over to take Thanatos’s place when the deity leaves. “It’s not about the money,” he says, sitting down. “It’s Charon who thrives from routine. He doesn’t believe in anything free either.”

“But can’t we be the ones giving him the gold?”

“I give him gold all the time and yet he still asks for coins.”

“I’ve had to ask Hecate to retrieve several wandering souls just this past week because they were unable to pay.”

Hades reaches over and tucks her hair behind her ear. It’s normally braided into a crown around her head, but she’s left it open this morning. He kisses her forehead and holds her hands, resting his head on hers. “I cannot find the words to express how much I’ll miss you,” he says softly, swallowing. “I find myself unable to dwell too long on it.”

He feels her warm hands squeeze his. “We’ve survived it before, haven’t we?”

“Yes but what if something happens this time? What if a new deity of destruction comes along and destroys the Kingdom and I’m left suffering without out?”

She laughs softly. “That will not happen. And you, my love, are far too strong to succumb to any baby deity. Remember when you thought Oizys was a threat to the Kingdom?”

“To be fair, she’s far more gloomy and miserable than I am and yet everyone only thinks of me when they’re talking of that nature.”

“Right. And besides, I highly doubt Nyx and Hecate will allow ruin to this realm. Especially Nyx. You know how passionate she gets about it.” His wife leans in and kisses his cheek gently. “And I will be back before you know it.”

“I tire of it,” Harry admits. “I tire of you leaving me for so long.”

“But don’t you love our reunions? It’s all I can think about when I’m in the mortal realm. The look on your face when I descend back to you.”

Harry holds her face and kisses her. “I could never do what you do. Be in two places. Two homes, both magnetic, pulling you apart. You are too strong.”

She laughs against his mouth. “My love, you rule a realm. The entirety of it. The world is on your shoulders, and yet you claim I am strong?”

“You are strong in ways I could never be. You are in pain more often than I am. Losing both your husband and your mother separately.” He closes his eyes. “Kore, I wish for you to have fun tomorrow. That’s all I want. Whatever you ask for, you shall have.”

She smiles, throwing her arms around his neck, climbing into his lap. She kisses him over and over, hard. “Oh how I love you,” she whispers, hugging him tight. “I’ll miss you so much.”

***

The next day, the entire palace is lively with music, guests, and decor. Hades finds his wife in the middle of all of it, happily chatting with the gods and goddesses. When Persephone first arrived in the Underworld, she had been a shy and ambitious goddess, ready to take on the task at hand. And over the thousands of years, she’s become the terrifying, beautiful queen that this realm always needed.

When he’d look over at her the first few years, he’d see the timid goddess everyone overlooked, trying to raise her voice high enough so people would actually hear her. Now, she’s a ball of light amongst the darkness, her glow radiating off her body to the corners of the palace, her laughter loud, her kindness bold.

Hades smiles as he takes a sip of his champagne. His heart aches. He wishes for her to stay.

She catches his eye. She looks ethereal in her dark dress, a true frightening queen. Her smile is wide as she holds her hand out and beckons him into the group. Nyx glances over at him, her daughter besides her. They both look at him with respect, but also sadness. They always do.

He takes Persephone’s hand. “Yes, my queen?”

“We were just talking about how it’s great that lovers are reunited at the party. We should host more events like these, hm?”

They all look over at Achilles and Patroclus deeply engaged in a heated discussion under the bright chandelier near the musicians. “Yes,” Harry says, “well, I do have to argue that they’re never truly parted as they live in the field together.”

“I cannot imagine being with the same person for my whole life,” Nyx says, taking a sip of her water. “Doesn’t it get, you know, repetitive? No offense to you two.”

Persephone shakes her head and laughs. “Oh do not worry, my friend. Well, the commitment is frightening, but it also proves to be tremendous amounts of fun.”

Harry wraps his arm around her. “She speaks the truth. And I’m positive that life also cannot get boring when you’re also ruling an entire realm.”

“And when your wife is gone half the year.” Everyone turns their cold eyes to the god who’s strutted up to their half circle. He throws a big arm over Apate’s shoulder.

“Ares,” Harry says, downing his drink. “How great of you to join us.”

Ares pushes his sunglasses down his nose and peers at them all with a grin. “Oh how could I miss the chance to be here. Look at all this festivity. I’m itching to wreak havoc, I can hardly contain myself.”

“Would you look at that?” Harry murmurs. “Hephaestus, my dear friend. How are you doing?”

Ares immediately stands straight and glances over his shoulder, swallowing. He finds nobody there, and Persephone giggles next to her husband, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Prick,” Ares hisses, fixing his blond hair. “He’s not really here, is he?”

“Oh, he is.”

“Fuck.” His fists close and open in, what Harry thinks, is an attempt to ease his temper. He glances back at Persephone and Hades, giving them a slight bow. “My queen, I hope you enjoy your night. We eagerly await your return to the mortal lands.” And then he disappears.

Apate fixes the earring Ares ruffled, snickering. “How anybody could be afraid of Hephaestus is beyond me.”

“I’ve come to realize,” Hades says, “that he can be terrifying if provoked enough. And I for one do not plan on ever getting on his bad side.”

“Yes,” Persephone says, looping her arm around her husband’s. “But he cannot be more scary than you.”

He raises his eyebrows, holding her chin. “Is that so?”

“Well,” Nyx says, grabbing Apate who is watching the king and queen with wide, interested eyes. “We’ll be off to join the party then. We will, of course, be here to see you off in the morning, so there’s no need for goodbyes just yet.”

“But Ma–” Apate sighs as she’s being dragged away. Persephone laughs. 

“How are you finding the party?” Harry asks her, pulling her along until she’s standing in front of him. The gld lights shimmer in her eyes, her pretty lips in a smile.

“I’m enjoying myself greatly.” She sets her champagne glass next to Harry’s on a nearby table and then loops her arms around his neck. “And yourself?”

“I’m enjoying it a lot more than I expected. We haven’t seen a party like this in a while, have we?”

“You host lavish banquets when I arrive every year.”

“Well, that may be, but we rarely have this many people in the palace. Everyone seems to be busy too. With all these gods and goddesses here, I’m wondering how the mortal realm is doing.”

She smiles. “If Ares is here, I imagine everything is calm up there.”

“That is true.” He leans in and softly kisses her, arms around her waist. She sighs, kissing him back. “I realize I never thanked you for not inviting any of my family that are, er, horrendous to be around.”

“Yes,” Persephone says, twirling his curls between her fingers, her eyes hazy. “I did not invite Aphrodite. I doubt she’d even come down here. The mere thought of a party that isn’t in her name would send her in a frenzy. And I myself am glad we did not invite…” she trails off, her eyes hardening. “Apollo.”

“Yes, because if he were here, I’d absolutely lose my–”

“No,” she says. “I mean. Apollo. He’s right there.” Her eyes are wide now, confused. “Wait. I did not invite him. I specifically put him in really big letters on the DO NOT INVITE list. Thanatos knew not to–”

“You’re not serious,” Harry says, frozen. “He’s not really–”

“My king, Lord Hades!”

“No,” he whispers. “Please no. Seph, tell me he’s not really there. It’s a nightmare. It’s just a nightmare. He’s not really behind me.”

But his wife’s eyes are still big. “I’m so sorry, my love. There he is.”

A big hand grabs his shoulder, pulling the king and queen apart. There’s only one person who has the audacity to do that. Well, him and his father.

“Apollo.” Hades says, taking deep breaths. He shoves his hands into his pockets to avoid accidentally punching his nephew in the face. “It’s you. And you’re here. In my house.”

Apollo grins, nodding. His blond hair is swept off his forehead, tucked behind his ears, clad in a white suit. He looks radiant, his eyes clear. He holds a bouquet of flowers in one hand, though they’re wilted and dead, and in another, there’s… a cat? “I am!”

Persephone peeks out from around Hades. She points at the orange cat that seems happy resting in the crook of Apollo’s arm. Its purring can be heard from several feet away. “How did you get that thing past Charon?”

“I gave him 50 gold coins of course.”

“For a cat?”

“Why did you even bring a cat?” Harry interjects. “More importantly, why are you even here? Who invited you?”

Apollo’s laugh is a booming noise. “Ah, I do not ever require an invitation to show up somewhere. After all, where there’s a party, there’s Apollo.” He shrugs. “I should be offended that I wasn’t invited, however, this is no subject to get upset about. All that matters is that I am here and your party is saved from suffering the same tragedy the entire underworld realm does: boredom.”

Harry feels the corner of his eye twitch. “So you invited yourself.”

“That’s an easy way to put it! Here. Let me introduce you to my companion for the night. I wasn’t sure if I should bring a plus one or not, therefore I bring with me a majestic creature that counts more as a friend than an extra.” He holds the orange cat up. The cat squints its eyes at Hades and Persephone. “His name is Apollo.”

“You named your cat after yourself?”

“But of course!” Apollo exclaims passionately. “A creature as beautiful and fierce as this one must be given the name it deserves! A worthy name! A name that makes love bloom, a name that makes the poets wish to write, the musicians wish to play! Apollo!”

For a moment, both Harry and Persephone are too stunned to speak. Harry’s glad it’s Persephone that offers Apollo a meek, “How riveting,” because he doesn’t know if he should laugh in his nephew's face or suggest Zeus exile the poor kid to humble him.

“But I digress!” Apollo says. “Now tell me, which person do you believe I should approach first?”

“Hecate,” Persephone offers immediately, throwing a look at Harry. “Trust me. She’s totally into you.”

“Hmm,” Apollo says, searching the crowd. “You’re right. I’ve seen the way she looks at my triceps. Here I go!”

Harry wraps his arm around his wife’s waist as they watch an ambitious Apollo strut off. “You’re terrible,” he tells her, kissing the top of her head.

“I am,” she giggles. “You are so different from everyone else, did you know that?”

“I could say the same about you.”

“Yes, well, it’s a shame there aren’t enough tree growing vegetation goddesses out there. Oh wait. There totally are. There’s Hestia and mother and Artemis when she feels like it and–”

“Alright, I get it. So what if the world is lacking in gloomy, evil underworld rulers?”

Persephone’s eyes shine. “You may be gloomy, but most definitely not evil.”

“Mm, no? Perhaps I just put on an act in front of you to impress.”

“Ah my love it cannot be an act since you still haven’t perfected it. I can see how you are when you must judge souls. Sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes you don’t want to remove parents from their children, lovers from their lovers.” She smiles. “Whether you like it or not, you get caught up in emotions in regards to mortals.”

“That may be,” he says, yanking her close. He leans down and kisses her softly. “But nothing gets me more caught up than you.”

She grins and kisses him back, arms flung around his broad shoulders. “Good,” she says, holding his collar. “That’s the way it should be.”

***

Near the end of the party, Hades gets on the dais and raises his glass, tapping against it. The crowd falls silent. Even Apollo stops making out one of Nyx’s daughters, looking at Hades with hazy eyes.

“Thank you all,” Harry says loudly, “for being here. When Persephone first introduced the idea of a party before her departure, I was not pleased with it. I didn’t like that we’d be celebrating her leaving, but now I realize that it wasn’t so. This party, in fact, is a celebration of everything she has done to keep the Underworld,” he looks over at her, “and I in tact.”

Tears sparkle in Persephone’s eyes. Hades swallows hard and continues, “Our queen leaving us will never be easy. But while we mourn the loss, we shall look forward to her return.” He points his glass in his wife’s direction, “To my wife. The beautiful and terrifying. To Persephone.”

The crowd repeats after him. “To Persephone!”

She takes a sip of her champagne and whispers thank you, keeping her eyes on Hades. He ducks his head in a small acknowledging nod and then drinks his own champagne. He holds his hand out for her and she joins him on the dais. The crowd cheers harder for her. Harry smiles. All for her.

Apollo the Cat joins them on the stage and rubs up against their legs. Persephone just laughs through her tears.

When the guests begin to leave around an hour later, they both say their goodbyes. To several gods and goddesses, she reminds them she’ll see them soon. To the grays, she tells them to count down 6 months from now.

Harry holds her face when they’re in the privacy of their own bedchamber. He kisses her softly. “You said no tears,” he whispers, wiping away the moisture on her cheeks. “No tears or sadness.”

“There will always be sadness,” she softly cries, surging forward, hugging him tight, “when you leave the ones you love.”

“And yet you manage to do it twice every year.”

“And twice every year, someone welcomes me with open arms.” She lifts her head up and looks at him through her tears. “Oh how I hate this part.”

“My love,” he murmurs, wiping her tears as they fall over and over. He runs his thumb over her trembling lip. “I will always mourn you, but wait for your return. Right by the entrance of our palace. I’ll wait for you for 6 months, a year, several years. As long as you come back to me. To your home. I can wait forever.” He holds her close, resting his head against hers. “I love you, Kore. You’ve always known that.”

“I have.” She kisses him again passionately, pouring all her love into it. She slides her fingers into his hair and tilts her head back when he starts kissing down the column of her throat and down to the dip of her neckline.

She gasps softly when his warm hands tug on the sleeves of her dress, slowly baring her shoulders for him to atack with his kisses. She shudders and grabs his collar, bringing him to the bed behind them.

In a mess of laughter, they fall back against the bed. Hades’s curls fall into her eyes, his hands all over her body as she kisses him through it all. He climbs over her and settles between her legs, watching as she removes her dress, throwing it somewhere behind her.

He holds her waist, kissing her stomach tenderly. Her hips. Her thighs.

Her fingers tighten in his hair. Harry grabs her hips and tugs her down to the edge of the bed, kneeling before her. She sits half up, watching him pull her underwear out of the way, whining when he softly bites her thigh.

“Ow,” she whispers. He smiles in response, parting her legs.

“My queen.”

He licks her softly, chuckling when she dramatically falls against the bed and swears. His hands hold her thighs tightly, keeping her hips down. His eyes flutter shut as he loses himself in the act, tasting her, drowning in her moans and whimpers.

She’s already so wet, and he suspects she has been for some time. Since the party, perhaps. Or since he locked the door behind them when they got to their chamber, as if anyone was going to interrupt them on their last night.

Persephone tugs on his hair. When he sinks two fingers inside of her, she swears again, and the walls around them tremble. He’s reminded of the time she ruined the cabin in the forest from the pleasure she felt. He wonders if he can ever get her to the point where she ruins their room.

“Please,” she whispers, his curls now laced between her fingers. She raises her hips to meet his mouth, helping them mouth. Harry curves his fingers inside of her, grinning when she groans, throwing her head back.

He keeps his fingers in her as he focuses his mouth above her entrance, licking, sucking, and everything in between. She’s drenched him completely as the minute passes and soon, she’s dropping her hands from his hair and grabbing their silk sheets.

She whispers words in Greek, English, French. Everything. It just comes tumbling out as she falls apart on him, her body trembling with her orgasm so beautifully, Harry wishes he could stay there on his knees before her for another century. He suspects it still wouldn’t be enough.

He pulls out of her, wipes his mouth and then grabs her face. He kisses her hard, arm around her shaking frame, holding her tight to his chest afterwards.

Persephone breathes hard, holding his no longer crisp shirt as if to make sure he won’t leave her. He never does.

“I love you,” he whispers, kissing her face again and again. “I’ll wait for you. I always do. I always will. I’ll be here for eternity for you, I swear it, my dear lover.”

He’s not surprised to see tears in her eyes again when he pulls away to help her put more clothes on. Instead of offering her any more words, he lets her cry on his chest as he tucks both of them away into their bed.

She’s still sniffling even as she’s drifting asleep, head buried in his neck.

“Do you want me to wake you when I leave?” she asks several minutes later, looking up at him with her tear streaked face.

“Of course. I’ll see you off. All the way back to Charon.”

She sniffles again. “You’ll have to let the souls back in when you’re returning. I only bribed Charon to tolerate the grays for a day.”

“That’s fine. I’m their ruler. It's my job. But do you want Hermes to be with you? It’s no fun returning to the mortal world alone.”

But Persephone only shakes her head and reaches for her husband’s hand. She tucks it under her chin and sighs deeply. “No. I want you to be the last face I see when I leave, and my mother the first face I see when I arrive.”

“Whatever you wish, my love.”

Harry raises her chin and kisses her once more, finding himself holding his own sorrowful tears back. 

“You are my world,” he reminds her, carding his fingers through her hair. It’s been long released from its braid. “Return to me quickly so that I may resume worshiping you again.”

Persephone closes her eyes and nods. “I love you, too, my king. To you, I’ll quickly return.”

[winns-stuff]

Two things:

1 a. I don't think kidding someone's feet automatically equals foot fetish. If you have someone a kiss on the shoulder doors that mean you have a shoulder fetish?

1 b. Even if he does, that didn't automatically make him evil or a creep. Kinks and fetishes are not moral indicators and acting like they do is juvenile. It might not be for you, or even make you uncomfortable, and that's okay. Live and let live.

2. I don't think it's fair to call Persephone a homewrecker when:

a. Minthe and Hades were not exclusive. Minthe was sleeping with Thanatos - Hades' adoptive son - and Hades was sleeping with Hera anyway.

b. Minthe was emotionally, verbally, and physically abusive to Hades. I feel like everyone forgets that she literally hit him. He shouldn't have been in that relationship anyways.

Okay first off, I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was kinkshaming at all. I was honestly just joking about that comparison and one of the main reasons why I said that it reminded me of Dan Schneider and that I was repulsed was because of the “creepy” aspect of it being placed in there, it was around the end that the person said that the kink seemed like it was only given to creepy guys. I don’t care about kinks genuinely and trust me I do mind my business when it comes to those things, again my apologies if I did come off immature.

But you’re right, his kink doesn’t make him a creep but the fact that he literally is creepy, manipulative, and an overall messed up person makes him a little bit more warranted for those kinds of comments since that’s literally how he represents himself in the comic. Hades is a slave owning, hypocritical, child neglecting, abusive, and overall tyrant to everyone who’s not kissing his ass and it’s not me exaggerating it’s literally just how he is that’s him as a person overall.

And I do think it is fair to call Persephone a homewrecker based on the very fact that they were seeing each other and breaking a lot of boundaries after Hades and Minthe officially made it official. Mind you, it was Hades who wanted to close the open relationship so yeah now seeing other people and touching them beyond the appropriate interaction between an employee and boss especially is now inappropriate and not something that you can just wave the “we’re not in a closed relationship” card at. Also, by definition Persephone was one of the sole reasons that Minthe and Hades broke up since Minthe started noticing just how overly affectionate they became with each other while working so yes, she is a homewrecker. She broke a home and please don’t comment by saying “there was never a home in the first place” because there was, you can’t just give homewrecking and emotional cheating a pass because you don’t like the character they still had history.

Also, trust me when I say no one forgets that Minthe hits him. Every single time I post about Minthe I make sure to acknowledge the fact that I don’t condone her actions and actually a lot of critics do as well since there’s a lot of people like you (not saying this in a bad way by the way) that do believe that many people are Minthe stans every time you discuss her without stating that fact. But even though yes, it was a fairly toxic relationship on both sides and they should’ve broke up much sooner like I said before there was still a relationship there that they were both in. It’s still emotional cheating and homewrecking on Hades and Persephone’s part, also Persephone doesn’t even know how Minthe treated Hades she just never cared about her feelings to begin with and pursued her boyfriend basically.

Also last thing but do you know what slap everyone does tend to forget a lot? Hecate when she slapped the ever loving shit out of Hades, now I’m not saying since that happened just forget about Minthe’s behavior at all but I am saying that we should all react to that slap the same. We all agree that it’s never okay to put your hands on someone so why should we condone it when it’s not Minthe?

[starswritewhispers]

neither man nor god [3]

A03

Chapter 2

The air in the room was heavy, weighed down by the tense stares exchanged from group to group.  Satoru could see Yuuji nervously fidgeting in the corner, most likely uncomfortable at the idea of going against Nanami in any way. A long sigh slipped from Satoru’s lips as he focused his attention on the son of Hades once more.

“Your evidence?” He asked, drumming his fingers against the long wooden table. “My mother died defeating Sukuna, so I am quite curious to know how he survived.” The smile on his face was closer to a baring of his teeth as Suguru glanced at him. 

“Sukuna was defeated right outside Kronos’s temple,” Suguru reminded him and the family hum of electricity rang through Satoru’s body.

“Yes, I am quite aware of where it occurred,” he bit out, ignoring Toge’s wince. “We going to relive all of that horrible day or are you going to get to the point?” “One of Sukuna’s most devout followers,--Jorge– was willing to sacrifice his own life in order to perform an ancient ritual,” Suguru’s voice fell flat, as though he was searching for something but couldn't quite find it. “At first, we feared that Kronos had risen and was merely walking around in Sukuna’s body.”

Yuuta cursed next to him as Satoru stared Suguru down, knowing what words would follow, but desperately hoping they wouldn’t. There would only be one worse alternative than the rise of Kronos and the mere thought of it made him sick with hopelessness. “Sukuna won out in the battle of their soul’s wills,” Suguru confirmed, looking over at Toge with a nod. “When we captured Jorge, Toge was the one assigned to interrogate him and when Toge tells you to tell the truth,” he shrugged and Toge’s eyes lit up with an odd bittersweet form of amusement. 

“It’s impossible to lie?” Yuuta guessed in the same awe-filled tone he had started to use whenever Toge’s powers were mentioned. “He could’ve had a charm or a spell over him,” Satoru countered, crossing his arms over his chest. “To assume that Sukuna has been reborn as the king of titans based off of one interrogation seems a little quick–” He spared a half-hearted glance to Toge. “No offense, of course.” Toge shrugged, waving his hands around as if to say none taken.

“Which is why it wasn’t based on just that,” Suguru sounded amused, as though he anticipated Satoru’s quick denial. “Haibara, the right hand of our king–”

“Isn’t he the one who is rumored to be Thanatos bo–” Satoru began to cut Suguru off but was stopped by a soft voice from his right. “Is that relevant?” Yuuji’s interruption seemed to shock the room as he cast a glare at Satoru. “What did Yu discover?” Satoru internally winced, making a note to himself to apologize to Yuuji after this meeting. Of course, he’d be defensive over Haibara, the man was nearly inseparable from Nanami, and since Nanami trained Yuuji, it’d only make sense that Haibara did as well. 

“Sukuna,” Suguru answered, voice akin to pity now. Satoru could see Megumi reach for Yuuji’s hand,  could see Yuuji’s chest heave as the words sank in. “He–” “Is he alive?” Yuuji demanded, shaking his head. “No, he must be, I would’ve received word otherwise.” With a sinking feeling, Satoru remembered the mention of the letter at dinner and he exchanged a quick, worried, glance with Yuuta. “Haibara and his company of a hundred men crossed paths with Sukua,” Suguru began, voice tight with grief and rage. “Only he and two others made it out alive, but they’ve all been riddled with injuries. He’s currently alive, but has been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past week.” Yuuji nodded, a look of relief passing over his features. Satoru could see the way he tightly squeezed Megumi’s hand, as though that simple act gave him strength. The feeling of envy began to weigh in his gut again as he forced a smile to his lips. “So, everything that could go wrong, went wrong?” His voice was airy, easy and light, as he grinned at the table. Suguru held his gaze, quirking a brow at him, as if he could already read straight through him. “Pretty much,” he agreed anyway, a laugh following his words. “Which is why we’re here-” “It would make more sense to discuss terms of an alliance in your kingdom,” Satoru began, swirling a goblet idly.  “After all, you’re the ones asking for help, you should be accommodating.” The truth of his words were too deadly to risk letting slip, that the walls in his castle had ears and eyes, that the older council members and advisors were not to be trusted and would sell any of them out to save their own skin.  He could see irritation flickering in Toge’s violet eyes, but shockingly enough, understanding in Suguru’s deep purple ones. The man smiled at him and it felt like being understood.  “If you would care to accompany us on our journey home, I’m sure the king would be more than understanding,” he agreed, bowing his head slightly.

“We can discuss arrangements privately tonight,” Satoru decided, looking around the table. “For now, run me through everything Haibara reported.” As Suguru began to reiterate the events, Satoru could once again feel the comforting hum of electricity in his bones. For once, it wasn’t anger or his call to power that was setting him ablaze–it was excitement.

[justmenoworries]

Lore Olympus Episode 251 Spoilers

"Yet in spite of everything, [...] look at the man you've become."

You mean, a slave driver, an abusive dipshit and a horrible parent. Yeah, that's not the best argument, Persie.

I find it funny how LO often goes out of his way to have characters assure Hades that he's nothing like Kronos, but honestly? Hades is extremely similar to Kronos. Uncomfortably so.

They were both lonely and filled that void with women much younger than them, whom they were also in a position of power over, Kronos with Hera and Hades with Minthe and then Persephone.

Both like to play victim. Kronos loves to guilt-trip Hera for deceiving him and ignores that his actions would most certainly have doomed the world and Hera and the other Six Traitors had basically no choice but to fight back by any means necessary. Hades frequently whines to Persephone and others about how he feels oh-so-lonely and oh-so-isolated as King of the Underworld, ignoring that he himself is a huge reason for why other immortals percieve him as scary and unapproachable. He's constantly intimidating and bullying people with both his status and his money, see him threatening that one poor nymph with closing her business if she didn't give him private information about Persephone or him constantly antagonizing Demeter for no reason.

They're both tyrants. Kronos is self-explanatory. Hades is downright proud of exploiting the shades who come to the Underworld. He literally brags about making them perform unpaid labor. Hades also seemingly doesn't give a rat's ass about his people. He threatens both his employees and regular citizens on a daily basis. The only person in the Underworld he shows a modicum of care towards is Hecate and that's only becaus she's a long-time friend of his. And also because she actively enables all the shit named above. If you wanna cheat you could say that extends to Persephone, since she's also officially a citizen of the Underworld, but let's be real here, that's only because he's in love with her. I sincerely doubt Hades would put up an embargo and show up at a trial as the lawyer if any other citizen of the Underworld was being unfairly persecuted by Zeus.

Both Kronos and Hades are horrible parents. Kronos ate all of his sons alive but one and the only reason he didn't eat Zeus was because Rhea was wise enough to hide him away. Hades emotionally abused and neglected Thanatos for all his life, didn't show concern when Thanatos was M.I.A and when confronted by Thanatos over being a shitty father, instead of apologizing or showing anything even resembling remorse, he instead made excuses about how Thanatos wasn't throwing himself into his arms eager to be fathered after his own mother gave him up into child labor. I've said it before but I'm genuinely afraid for Dionysus, Hades isn't father material and I'm positive he'll repeat the same neglectful bullshit he pulled with Thanatos.

"There were times in the last few years of my life where I felt truly hopeless."

Sure would've been nice if we could've seen those times instead of time-skipping right over them. Persephone keeps talking about how hard the years in the Mortal Realm were, but all evidence we've had of that were her hands going green. And even that's gone now.

"But then I thought about you and [...] your capacity for love despite all the cruelty you faced."

Excuse me, what????

Name one person in this goddamn Webtoon Hades was ever genuinely loving towards that wasn't someone he once fucked or wanted to fuck.

I see the child is only referred to as 'the interloper' now. I'm guessing RS doesn't want readers to think too hard about the fact that hxp have been doing fuck-all to save an endangered child for several episodes.

And we're officially going for the "Delusional Jealous Woman" route with Leuce it seems. RS' hatred for all women that aren't her self-insert is so palpable it hurts.

"I miss Minthe."

Me too, Thetis, me too.

I'm honestly scared of where this whole Kassandra/Apollo thing is going, I don't want any more Apollo woobifying.

[chthonicgodling]

The Taki Fuego “BEST OF” Clip Show* — a blast from the past???another interlude!

[prev: first half • interlude1 • second half • interlude 2 • epilogue]

aka: oh god why is this possibly relevant to what’s been going on. UH OH

ONCE UPON A TIME….

Over a decade ago, EeL fell into Elysium, hostile and hurting, where Tory and friends (NOT MACI LOL) proceeded to forcibly hold his hand, help him work through some Issues, and welcome him to their home. He never left, and lived happily ever after et cetera.

…But was always very ✨Loki✨ about it. Even when settling into his new home and his new family, EeL STILL was difficult to handle (affectionately)… and SO MUCH WORSE during his moments of duress, e.g. many of the Elysium Drama Moments of the Past. Why turn tenderly to your friends and found family and reach out to them for their love and support when you can just BRISTLE AND LASH OUT VICIOUSLY TO SHOVE THEM ALL AWAY INSTEAD???? This is Loki 101 :) 📝 duh! Never show weakness!

2013 was when EeL had accidentally gotten Tory pregnant while he and Maci still hated each other, and various turmoil followed: EeL was 8months pregnant with Rane when it happened; he twisted his own anxieties & guilt over the situation into retaliating hostility instead; this period of time was also when Thanatos had resurfaced, which was LOKI’S FAULT & a mess that he’d had to untangle. In short- not a good time for anyone but certainly not EeL! Finally things then had calmed down— Rane was born, Thanatos was killed, apologies were made, coparenting was agreed upon….. except oops Loki, stressed out, continued to be THE FUCKING WORST.

One particularly prickly argument of the time had ended with none other than baby Bel, circa age 7.,, following after him and talking him down from the metaphorical ledge—and clocking the base of EeL’s behaviors sO COMPLETELY. 🫢 yknow, mindreader things. they’re always so quick to catch on 🙄🙄

This is an OLD canon convo, bubbling recently in the back of my mind like an OMEN while in the modern day Loki curls up between Tory and Maci in their new dynamic. Everything is perfect right now! He’s in the best sexual relationship of his life lmfao, they’re expecting a baby together on purpose, they are taking care of him so well, and they’re being so mindful of all his prior, related, traumas— and latent anxieties that he adamantly refuses to properly talk about. UH, But he’s SETTLED, he can RELAX— right? No need to worry about whether those anxieties will boil OVER and make them recoil from him! No need to worry about how badly it’s going to hurt when everything inevitably crashes and burns because things don’t often STAY good when they’re good—

Every alarm bell in his head is starting to go off.

Seems only apt to, COUGH, hold up the alarm Bel from years ago, juuuust in case. :)

This is almost the end of THIS canon convo matching set, with one more piece coming next. Stay tuned!! Bel and THIS ONE SO PERFECT LINE belongs to hiatused @fenixethekid !! EeL is…. Yknow. (& bb Rane is mine too!)

[smallraindrops-blog]

I'm getting ready for bed, so I apologize if I sound nonsensical

But I love how you write the romance between Hypnos and Y/n in WMFTD and it's aus. Something about it being devotional and sometimes obsessive is just so appealing.

I'm 90% sure if Y/n had met Hypnos when he was alive, he most certainly would have built him a temple so he could be worshipped appropriately.

Also, love how in one of your oneshots (I can't remember which one at the moment ;m;), Y/n questions why Thanatos is getting at mad at Hypnos for sleeping, why are you mad at the God of Sleep for sleeping? It feels like Y/n really is the only one to understand that is how he does his job.

Just something about a God being equally in love with their Mortal lover has me in a death grip. (Does this say something about me? Probably, but that's for me to deal with at another time.)

You made perfect sense anon, and get some good rest!

Aaa you get it, I adore it when the lines get blurred like that. And tbh I have an in my head about Hypnos and y/n meet he he is still alive.

Like poor dude haven't slept in weeks when hypnos finds him and a nose boop sent him to lalala land. Afters y/n summoning hypnos and somehow ends becoming his devoted follower.

And aaa same thing about the god and morals lovers so you and I are in the same boat. Also the fic you were talking about was this one

Once upon a dream

Glad you like it too! It was one my favorites to write. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

[inscrutable-shadow]

Mine

guess who's writing prized possession au instead of anything else they should be doing it's meeeee i barely edited this have fun (it has footnotes!)

also on ao3!

"Reality. Settle," his father commanded, and Reality forced his knee to stop bouncing.

Holding still proved to be impossible, though. The itch built up inside of him and made him squirm. "Apologies, father, I am afraid I must…"

His mother squeezed his shoulder in concern. "Is it your magic? Do you need to go outside and blow something up, darling?"

The idea sounded promising, but he'd done quite a lot of that this morning, and the arcane power roiling inside of him was actually much calmer than usual. With a flick of his fingers, Reality turned the remainder of his glass of wine into champagne. Delicious, but casting the spell didn't bring the feeling of relief that it usually would if his magic were acting up. "No, I am simply… restless."

"He's just bored with the party." His cousin Delphina's voice was full of reproach, and he didn't miss the "spoiled brat" she muttered under her breath, either. At nearly thirty years of age [1], Reality thought he was a bit old to be called a brat. Delphinia's hatred of him was both well-known and a constant, though, so he ignored it.

The party was rather dull. As the premier social event of the season, the Midwinter Ball was the central hub for the political doings of the Winter Court, and the royal families of each of the Courts were obviously required to attend. The Hibernal King was both saturnine and mercurial, not given to socialising, and had spent most of the evening watching the proceedings silently from his throne. Reality was desperately trying to avoid the Vernal Queen and her daughter, who would either try to rope him into dancing or talk his ear off about something inane, and the Autumn Court's royals seemed to have about the same idea, given that they were remaining stubbornly on the other side of the ballroom. There was also a scattering of human royalty in attendance, invited as a formality and not worth his time. He'd hoped to see an old acquaintance, a prince from the Dragonlands with whom he'd been friendly as a child, but the Diamond Heir didn't seem to be here. Dragons disliked the cold. He supposed it was only fair. In lieu of anything interesting to do, Reality been busying himself trying to make sure he ate at least one of everything being served, but now his stomach was getting full and the wine was going to his head and he just didn't feel like it.

As his listless gaze scanned over the crowd, he accidentally caught the eye of the Princess of Blossom. Not good. She smiled at him and started cutting across the dance floor toward him. The last thing he wanted to do was talk, or Divines forbid *dance,* with the princess of Spring, but there didn't appear to be any sort of escape for him available. His parents didn't understand his distress, and Delphinia only laughed at him. Nothing for it, then. He buried his face in his hands, summoning together the will to put his court face on, but then the music stopped.

The dance floor cleared, and the partygoers all withdrew to their own tables, the Blossom Princess included. The orchestra that had been playing for the night so far mostly departed, leaving behind a string quartet, which began to tune and check strings, preparing for another segment. While they did so, a fifth young man approached, bowed to the performers, exchanged a few words, then opened his own violin case.

This new person was human, going by the shape of his ears, and probably only recently of age. Dressed in a doublet of black with red embroidery, he set the violin on his shoulder, pushing aside waves of dark hair that framed his face. A silver circlet nestled into that hair, studded with emeralds. A prince?

"Who is that?" Reality whispered to his manservant, Ioan. An inexplicable curiosity had come over him.

Ioan followed his gaze. "Ah, the young heir Iuventus. Prince Thanatos, I believe, my lord."

"His eyes are red."

"A hereditary trait, my lord. House Iuventae is known for producing scions with the most brilliant eye colors. He's quite the sought-after match," Ioan added pointedly, and Reality rolled his eyes.

Even as young as he was, people were already "subtly encouraging" Reality to choose a match. The divinity inside him shifted uncomfortably at the thought, and he turned the champagne flute into a butterfly in an attempt to calm it. He was already a magical weapon of mass destruction, a disaster waiting to happen. He couldn't risk passing this on to an heir [2]. No, the Fiothrey line must end with him. It wasn't as if any of the noble fae daughters had caught his eye. This had given many the notion that it was a good idea to waggle their eyebrows pointedly in the direction of the sons. Reality didn't appreciate that either. If he wanted something, he took it. If he didn't have something, it was because he didn't want it.

The human prince was rather attractive, though, he had to admit. Everything about him was long and thin: from his delicate fingers dancing on the violin strings to his elegant lashes and sculpted brows; save for his face, which while long was soft, and his body, which while thin, was rather short compared to most fae [3], though he was probably average for a human. He reminded one of a puppet dancing under the control of a masterful puppeteer: every movement graceful but regimented, shifting from point to point with calculated ease. Reality found himself watching the boy with a mix of amused curiosity and captivated wonderment.

And then he began to play.

The quartet came in first, playing a tune that was common in the Winter Court and often played at Midwinter Balls. Boring, and Reality mentally checked out before the second measure, but just after he'd settled his chin on his chest and committed to allowing the food coma to claim him, he heard a sound that stopped everything in its tracks. The prince's bow on the violin strings produced a haunting countermelody, a juxtaposition of death with rebirth, the essence of winter. Reality was absolutely transported to the center of a snowy lake, watching a single figure dance gracefully to a tune only the two of them could hear. He'd never felt such a sensation of internal peace. Even his magic went completely calm, without a hint of the shifting, crackling pulse that had underlaid his whole life. Every fragment of his attention was on this mortal prince.

Reality was sure he must look quite the fool, sitting here with his mouth agape, just staring, but it was as if he'd been spellbound, utterly incapable of movement. The human boy's crimson eyes remained mostly shut, save for when he opened them slightly to check the next section of music, but for a moment, his hooded gaze swept over the audience and caught on Reality's. Their eyes locked for a moment, and along with the rhythmic moment of his head as he played, Reality was sure he saw the prince smile at him. A pang of emotion struck him through the heart.

When the music stopped, the prince boned and exited the stage amidst enthusiastic but restrained applause. Reality turned to his father and gripped him by the sleeve.

"I want him."

"Whom? The human prince? They are not toys, you know, my son. It may be difficult to—"

"I want him."

[1] Fae, while not immortal, are incredibly long lived, and can achieve lifespans in excess of five hundred years. In the Courts, the accepted age at which young fae reach maturity is held to be twenty-five years old.

[2] The royal lines of the fae Courts are, for reasons lost to time, cut with divinity. This grants them unprecedented control over magic, with the cost that, if not sufficiently diluted, their bloodlines can produce demigods. Reality Fiothrey was one of these. the body of a mortal is not designed to contain the power of a god, and that divinity will regularly attempt escape, often explosively, if not kept rigorously in check by frequent usage of large amounts of arcane energy and exemplary self-discipline. Reality was already teetering on the edge of the maximum divine-to-mortal ratio possible to keep stable into adulthood. Even if he were to attempt to reproduce with a human with no chance of divinity in the blood, it was probable that the offspring would destabilise and detonate, taking half of the fey wilds with it. That Reality himself had not was a testament to his sheer force of will.

[3] especially Reality, who was nearly seven feet and showed no signs of slowing. The Divine Reality, who would likely incarnate into him, was known to appear at fantastic sizes usually no less than thirty feet. Everyone who knew Reality desperately hoped he would not grow that large.

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[pinklikeroses]

Lore Olympus 245

Okay I’m gonna do best to try and keep this brief but if you know me—once I get started it’s hard to stop

Here go

First and foremost this episode was pointless… aside from the brief Demeter cameo…it was wasted time.

Second this was yet another “girl boss” moment or was supposed to be���.

The amount of hypocrisy and bullying Persephone does,… at this rate she’s a corrupted, bully using her power to pick on those lesser than her. This wasn’t wasn’t a girl boss moment this was embarrassing. Where do I even start?

First off she should’ve confronted Hades about this not Leuce. For a “modern day” interpretation of the gods this was poorly executed and such a sexist stupid move on Persephone’s part. Ppl will often more than not nowadays tell women to confront their parter not the “other woman”

If Leuce and Hades have history, she should’ve talked to her husband, she should’ve asked him questions! How long had he and Leuce been talking? When did they stop? Did they really have a strong connection or did she misread him? Doe’s Leuce understand the boundaries Hades addressed if he addressed any? And did he make it clear Persephone is the only one for him? Persephone should be holding hades accountable and asking why on earth Leuce would think it okay to instigate an affair in the first place

We’ve seen first hand Hades isn’t a loyal partner. Neither is Persephone. Dude straight up lied to her in the early episodes! Said he was single even though he was clearly dating Minthe , and when Minthe confronted HIM about it he changed the subject ans claimed she had nothing to worry about despite the fact he kept lusting after Persephone any way!

Persephone had a crush on hades knew he was in a relationship and pursued him anyway. She didn’t even bother confronting him about proposing to minthe before they got together. So her confronting Leuce is hypocritical bc before their marriage, before they were together, Persephone was the home wrecker, Persephone was the other woman! She only comes across as insecure and imposing.

Now it was wrong for Leuce to instigate an affair no matter how air headed, but hades should be the one to confront her not Persephone. He should be the one to make it clear he has no interest in her. That he only cares for his wife.

This comic makes it so clear it doesn’t care about women only the “good” ones, the “pure” ones. And some serious favoritism issues with the cast.

Something else I want to bring up and this is super super important is now not only are Leuce and Minthe done dirty in this comic but how it botched up the og myths.

With Minthe and Persephone, in the og myhs , it’s believed Persephone and Hades had other lovers despite being married. They had an open relationship if you will. Even though they could take on other lovers they still belonged to each other, and their lovers stayed in their lane. However the problem with minthe was that was deliberately trying to overthrow Persephone and take her place as queen. Persephone being the wrathful goddess that she was not only turned minthe into mint but stomped her into pieces , and in some iterations— tortured and ate her.

She did this to show she was the one and only queen and no one could Take her place.

The og myth with Leuce, was an ocean nymph kidnapped by hades loooooong before he kidnapped Persephone and made her his wife. He married Leuce and stayed with her till she died and turned her into a poplar tree and placed it in the Elysian Fields.

Turning a woman who too was abducted against her will, forced to marry a god she potentially had loving relationship with—into a sleazy “home wrecker” is vile. It did nothing but add useless tension between these two characters

Hades would make a terrible father. He neglected Thanatos his entire life, gave a woman he wanted to bone more love and compassion than the adopted son he had. The on,y good thing he ever gave Thanatos was a half assed apology and a sandwich. He’s shitty guy with nothing but shitty excuses.

The good thing was seeing Demeter again with the hope she and Persephone can finally talk things out and hopefully patch things up……

[hazellvsq]

please do share your thoughts about hazel's first week at camp jupiter + her relationship with jason i am v intrigued

thank you for this excuse to rant about them! this is a lot of speculation and headcanon on my part or at the very least stretching canon but here we go. hazel makes it clear in canon that she does not feel welcome at camp jupiter and felt intimidated when she joined. given that, i like analyzing her relationship with both jason and reyna because i think she likes them both but also has some internalized resentment towards them.

my evidence for this is mostly what hazel said to jason during their fight in mark of athena. her anger was justified but leo was the one to start that fight and she pretty much forgot him to rip into jason the second he opened his mouth. which leads me to think that, whether she realized it or not, she was waiting for jason to let her down in some way. she does not accept his apology later and holds a grudge into the next book. add that to the fact that the nicest thing she has to say about reyna in son of neptune is “she’s not so bad” (as opposed to her long dissertation on how hot and awesome hylla is) and i think hazel has a praetor problem! and it was mutual with reyna (reyna tells percy that she doesn’t trust hazel during their private talk). i have another post about this in the drafts but hazel's has some justified resentment towards authority, and jason and reyna both had tangible power over her at camp.

also i think that the period where jason and hazel met was during a formative moment for both of them: jason JUST fought a war and became praetor, hazel JUST came back from the dead. neither of them really want to be where they are or feel like they belong but both have to pretend they do. they both tend towards inertia towards their own detriment. both of them are getting a lot of attention, but jason's is because he's the new boy-king and hazel's is because she's so weird and out of place. neither of them are really doing well. this isn't the fresh start that they wanted. also worth noting is that hazel lies frequently but is bad at it whereas jason lies much less but is frequently assumed to be hiding something. i think both of them were kind of onto each other due to their similarities, and also a little suspicious of each other, thinking that there would be a catch.

that all being said, they did like each other! hazel might have been devastated when he vanished! he remembered her! so something happened in those couple weeks to form a real attachment. jason may well have been the only bright spot in hazel's first month there, because whatever he privately thought about her we know he would have treated her with kindness. but they've both changed too much during jason's disappearance and then nico is captured and they never reform whatever bond they had. the friendship that they had was unsustainable for pretty much all of the above reasons, and even when they met the wheels were already moving and it was already too late for both of them.

and on that note, while jason is hera's first move and the lynchpin, hazel is the prophecy harbinger, because she raised the first giant and because her resurrection is a sign that the giants have made their move and seized thanatos and the doors. her existence is owed to the second war starting. before her resurrection the prophecy of seven is impossible because there's only six living. she's the first omen of the new war and the final piece needed before hera can send jason away and kickstart the prophecy, so i think its neat that hazel and jason essentially brushed by each other right before things really got going.

[postmariannizm]

Eros&Thanatos

I will be posting my new fanfic here! It's snily AU where Lily comes back to life to comfort Severus (who lived). Fanfiction takes place after the battle.

here is link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48680212/chapters/122796076

Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly to join her.’

The Tale of the Three Brothers, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter passed white corridors of Saint Mungo’s First Floor. The hospital was pretty busy, no wonder. The battle of Hogwarts was quite bloody. Thankfully, he was heading to the least occupied floor – “Dangerous' Dai Llewellyn Ward: Serious Bites” shouldn’t be too crowded. Nagini didn’t manage to bite many people.

Someone tried to stop Harry on the way to the elevator, someone just pointed at him and gasped. He passed them, focused on the purpose of his visit. He was not here to comfort people wounded in battle, he was not here to listen to families weep. He had enough of it at home where everyone still mourned Fred, Remus, Tonks.

He was there to pay off his debts.

Harry told Hippocrates Smethwyck, the Healer-in-Charge, to inform him as soon as Headmaster wakes up. He had to wait for a week. Part of him wished Severus Snape died. That would be a beautiful, peaceful end. Magnificent epilogue of Prince’s tale.

That way Harry would be free of the crushing weight of guilt. But fate decided differently and now he became obsessed with Severus Snape. He was not able to share his fixation with anyone else. Ron, Hermiona, Ginny, Neville – none of them would understand it. He didn’t understand it. What was he supposed to tell them? Snape sacrificed his whole life for me because he loved my mother so much and now I have to make him accept me and forgive me or I will go insane? That didn’t make sense even in his head.

Thankfully he was able to testify in favor of Snape quickly, so that he was not going to be sent to trial. He found documents prepared by Dumbledore that were explaining everything. That way at least Harry was sure Snape was getting the right medical attention he needed and he was not mistreated.

He passed Professor McGonagall in the hall. They exchanged quick glances at each other. The memory of the word “COWARD” screamed at the top of her lungs ringed in Harry’s mind. He felt a sting in his chest. When they were hurting Severus Snape, all seemed so mild. Like they were not harsh enough. Snape killed Dumbledore, he fooled them all. Now that they were both aware of how fast they were to judge him and hate him made them ashamed. They knew their apologies didn’t mean anything to him.

Professor McGonagall didn’t say a word. She just nodded and passed him fast. Harry knew she was shaking. Whatever happened in that room, it was not nice. Harry hesitated. Maybe another day would be better to talk with Snape about this. He stopped.

It had to be done now. He would not be able to fall asleep tonight if he didn’t talk with him.

Harry pushed the doors to a small room with a single bed.

He saw Severus Snape resting in the hospital bed, covered with blankets. Minerva left him a fresh flowers on the bedside table. Lilies. Harry couldn’t breathe for a moment. Did she know about Lily? Or did he just tell her those were his favorite flowers? Harry had no idea.

Black irises moved slowly into his direction. Snape’s neck was bandaged, he could barely turn his face. He never saw him this vulnerable and weak. His face was paler than ever. He lost a lot of blood. It was a miracle that he survived. Truly, a miracle. Harry looked at the man’s pathetic face. It was the middle of May. The day was hot. And Harry could swear he felt a cold shiver.

Severus Snape wished he could scare the brat with his eyes. Make him go away. Push him out. But he was too weak. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even scream. Nagini bit his neck so deep his voice was not working properly. All he could do was stare.

All he can do is stare, thought Harry and took a step towards him.

“Snape,” he started.

The word sounded so weird. He spoke it so many times with disrespect, malice, arrogance. Speaking it with remorse sounded just… unnatural.

“You know why I came here,” he continued.

When Severus didn’t react, Harry moved towards him. He had a great offer to present. One that shouldn’t be rejected without considering.

“I can give you anything you want. I can arrange a nice peaceful life for you. You can live and die comfortably. I have resources,” the boy said with much confidence.

Severus didn’t move a bit. He just stared. After a moment, he lifted his hand and gestured to Harry. He ordered him to come closer. The boy obeyed. He came closer and closer. The sharp scent of disinfectant and medicine hit his nostrils. But Severus showed him to come even closer. He took Harry’s collar in his hand and clenched his fist so the boy couldn’t back off. Their faces were so close to each other Harry could see the veins on his forehead pulsating and drops of sweat forming on his temples.

“You will never pay me off. You cannot bring her back to life,” he whispered in a raspy voice.

Harry frowned. His blood boiled. He stared into Severus’ dark eyes feeling waves of anger flowing through him. It was unfair.

“That’s why you hate me, right? Because of my mother? Because she died for me?” he asked him.

The man swallowed and his face grimaced with pain. He licked his dried lips and Harry felt his fingers clutched his shirt even harder. Severus wished he had died. He wished he didn’t give the brat his memories. He wished nobody ever knew about Lily.

“You cannot bring her back to life,” Snape said again and let him go.

Harry straightened up. It was not his fault. It was not his fault she died. It was Snape’s fault. He couldn’t lift his guilt onto Harry.

Severus couldn’t bear the accusatory stare Harry was giving him. He had her eyes. And he knew he had her eyes and he knew why it mattered. He turned his face with much effort. He was tired. The hollow in his heart hurt more than the bites on his neck.

“We will see,” Harry muttered and left the room.

Two weeks later.

Lily couldn’t open her eyes. She felt her skin tingling. Her lips were numb. Consciousness crawled into her brain like white blind worms that ate her body when she was in her grave. It was not pleasant at all.

She felt an annoying itching in her chest. She wanted to scratch, but couldn’t lift her hand. She was so weak. It was like the blood in her veins refused to flow. Like her body, not out of any strong drive, just out of old habit, forced the fluids in her flesh to travel through the tissues, providing oxygen to every cell. It felt like she was hyperaware of every process that was going on in her body.

She tried to open her eyes again, but her eyelids seemed to be made with heavy steel. She was seeing sparks and blurred lines through the layers of skin on her irises, so it must have been a day, not night.

Lily fell asleep a moment later. She woke up again, but everything was dark. She noticed she could open her eyes now. She couldn’t move or speak. The itching in her chest was unbearable. She closed her eyes and felt tears running from her face. It was hell. She heard that someone moved near her. She felt a sting of anxiety in her throat. She tried to open her eyes again.

She saw a man she recognized, but didn’t remember his name. She searched through her memory. She didn’t know exactly who she was. She had no idea what was going on and why she was in that state. She wanted to lift her hand to scratch her chest that was both burning and tingling, but she still couldn’t move a bit.

Her vision became clearer. She felt like she was opening her eyes for the first time in her life.

“James?” she whispered under her breath, when she recognized the face that was staring at her.

She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.