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all-mirth-no-matter · 1 year

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Lots and lots of thoughts and theories on Hades 2 so far. My Greek geek is overflowing and I have no where else to hyperfixate so here you go. Apologies in advanced and I’m so excited! (and will def be disappointed by the theories that don’t come true but that’s just the life)

First off, I definitely think Melinoë came after Zagreus reunited their parents and the sequel is set eons after. Time and the development process works different for gods so it could def be plausible. I’ve seen people saying she’s the older sis or that she’s been a secret the whole time, and while those are fun to think about, I don’t think there’s any way that’s gonna be the case here.

People call her Mel the same way they called Zagreus Zag.

Zag was STOKED to be a big bro and Mel loves him (even though she groans when he bear hugs her).

Persephone and Hades being relationship goals and they better keep them being lovey to each other and their kids. I’ll be so disappointed if they try to make it “edgy” by giving her a bad upbringing or having her been abandoned. Give me all the healthy relationship representations!

And of course, an updated portrait! Maybe as like a locket or picture frame in her bedroom at Hecate’s since we won’t be in the actual house.

I just really really want to see Mel loving her family. I hope she’s awkward and kind, but kick-ass and ready to kill for those she loves.

One of Hecate’s main stories is how she witnessed Persephone be stolen and helped Demeter search for her. I like to think that with the revised “kidnapping” story that the game does, this will also be revised to reflect Hecate and Pers being buds. Maybe she thought Pers got stolen and then helped her out when she realized her friend had fallen in love. Maybe she even helped construct Persephone’s home on Earth so she was hidden from everyone?

There is this blurb in the description referencing her affiliation with the Underworld, so hopefully that’s what they’re going to talk about.

Either way, Aunt Hecate.

It does look like in the trailer Mel calls her (or someone, I assume it’s Hecate) “Headmistress”, so I guess she’s maybe at a boarding school for witches? Idk how I feel about that, but again as long as she was raised with her awesome parents and bro, that’s all I care about for her backstory lol.

I mean, it could just be that Hecate is training her, similar to how Zag calls him “Master” Achilles because he was his teacher. But the “head” mistress part heavily implies that there’s going to be more mistress teachers, so that’s why I’m banking on a boarding school.

Also hope they reference Mel’s nightmare affiliations as well instead of just leaning in on the witchcraft stuff. It feels very heavy on the witchy stuff so far and the only thing that’s really referencing that part of her is the arm and leg (I’m guessing). I just hope they make this a big part of her personal journey since she is the “bringer of nightmares and madness”.

Would love to see her constantly fighting with this aspect of herself. Have her be sweet and kind and just wants to do good in the world and everything she touches turning into madness. I wanna see her fight to figure out how to flip this “curse” of hers around.

With that, it’d be neat to see like the Oneiroi and Morpheus, or other dream/nightmare related characters.

A dream realm would be sick!

I feel like it’s going to be similar in story mode to Zag’s where we’re just dropped into Mel’s story after it’s already started. Either the issue with Chronos and Hades happened after she started her school with Hecate, or she’s at the school as a result of.

If they don’t do this^, I’ll be surprised but not disappointed. I just can’t see them putting us through a backstory/training storyline. I feel like one of the cooler parts of Hades is the fact that you just drop in and slowly start to figure out what’s going on.

Aunt Nyx. Or at least some reference to everything she’s done for the fam.

GAIA (she could be like the Chaos equivalent)

Give me Mel descending into the Earth, into Gaia’s realm for some treacherous boons. It would be cool to show her having a real conflict with how she feels about her involvement in both using Chronos to kill his father Uranus, and then “helping” Rhea and Zeus kill Chronos. But now helping Mel because she’s her great-great-granddaughter (or triple great, depending on how they handle that incest bucket) and also knowing her son is cray.

Moons used in the same vain as Nyx’s Darkness, or something that is a call to Hecate’s three moon symbolism. I see that a lot of her design already has some references to moons paired with the sickle so that’s already pretty cool.

Same with like herbs/potions or stuff to collect for spells or levels up. It looks like there’s going to be a “magick” element to restore.

Hecate’s black dogs. Give me all the floofers.

And of course Cerberus being on guard as she gets to the gates of Styx. And I’d be down with him being a cuddle monster just like with Zag. (this will also depend on the storyline of the underworld and house and how Cerbs has been effected by Chronos, but a girl can dream of her giant three headed Clifford making a reappearance)

I do see the giant frog (her familiar, maybe?) and Mel giving it cuddles in the trailer. From the looks of it, that seems like her bedroom, so that’ll be interesting.

And since I consider this a direct-ish sequel, the Olympus family members will all be backing her up (which the game description does imply it as well). Maybe we’ll see some repeats for boons, but I kind of hope we get some new people and just some references to the OGs or special guest appearances.

That being said, give me Grandma Demeter again BUT transformed into a spring or summer version to show her transformation of having her daughter back and newfound family. Give her a new look and badass boons that rep that. Don’t go lazy on me supergiant.

Since we’re getting Apollo from the OG lineup, let’s see Hestia and Hera too with some badass boons. Give me fire and peacock emblems.

Hephaestus as the Daedalus equivalent. He’s too busy to meet in person but he gives you some kick-ass weapon upgrades.

Zagreus running Hades and not being happy about it. (again, depending on the story sitch. I just love the idea of grumpy responsible Zag lol)

Or Persephone, since she is the Queen after all.

And if that’s the case, then Zag could help Mel in some way. Idk if I’d want him to be a boon exactly, because there’s others that I’d want to see before him.

Either way, I definitely don’t think Zag will still be trying to escape out while this is happening. That’s another one that’s funny to think about and make memes of, but I’ll be very disappointed if that’s actually the case. I want to see the whole Hades fam in an uproar and fighting like hell to save Hades and the Underworld.

Or if Persephone isn’t running Hades (or maybe even if she is, whatever, again just depending on the story) it’d be cool to have her be a boon giver to her daughter. Her keepsake was sick and I’d love to see how powerful her boons are!

I hope we still get new and alt weapons with references to all kinds of fighters and witches, and maybe some ancient titans. It’s already exciting to see the sickle used for ref to Chronos.

In that same vain, seeing other myth or famous story references with the weapons the same way we saw before, with like Arthur’s sword, Lucifer’s gun, Gilgamesh guns, Beowulf shield.

Also how they brought in Nemesis using her sword aspect, I hope they bring in a couple of the other Greek characters that were named in the aspects using their weapons. Like Eris, Talos, and Chiron.

It’d be cool if they incorporated Selene in there too since she’s the Moon goddess and Hecate is all about them moons. (I just have a soft spot for Selene)

Selene could also be likened to a Chaos equivalent where Mel ascends to the moon or something. I still love the Gaia idea but this could be neat too.

Or seeing some more non-dark/night gods and seeing some like super cute bubbly bright ones that are like crazy deadly. Like imagine Iris, goddess of the rainbow, giving you crazy destructive boons to kill your enemies!

Also give me some more famous witches and enchantresses who help Mel out, or maybe who she has to fight, like Circe, Medea, Calypso.

It does look like in one of the screen shots there’s some odd looking creatures in the (what I’m guessing is) witch boarding school. So maybe it is related to Circe?

I hope Nemesis is used in a similar way as Meg (or even Thanatos kinda), where like maybe they’re fighting but over time they end up growing on them. Gotta love enemies to lover!

Same with Moros. And please have him bitch (but also idolize) about his more popular big bro Thanatos lol.

Speaking of Moros, in the trailer it looks like theres a super long scroll next to him and he says “there’s an opportunity for you”. So I wonder if he’s going to be like a Charon equivalent where you buy things from him or something like that.

It would also be cool to have some friendly Titans as side characters as she makes her way down, like maybe Prometheus or Atlas.

Some more heroes like Atalanta (give me a female heroine I beg you), Jason, Perseus, Bellerophon.

There does look like there’s a handsome unnamed character in the lineup that wasn’t in the trailer, and he’s exuding loads of hero pompousness lol so that’s my guess. Just not sure which he’ll be, prob Jason or Perseus if I were a betting gal. He looks too posh to be Hercules.

Or some hero-adjacent people like Hippolyta (Amazon Queen), Helena (of Troy), Cassandra (cursed prophet), Medusa, or Pandora who are pissed with what happened to them or want revenge. Idk, might be far fetched for this but you love to see it lol. (also didn’t intend for all those examples to be girls, but it’s funny how that ends up, ain’t it?)

Other mythical creatures that might be more earth related like cyclops, giants, Pegasus, chimera, sirens, griffins, etc.

I’ll be interested to see how they incorporate the time aspect with Chronos. I wonder if it’ll be like a time loop and that’s how they emulate the “dying” aspect from the first game. I hope there’s some time related items.

Please for the love of the gods, make dick jokes about Chronos castrating his father and the variation in myth of how Zeus then did it to Chronos. Like, I get it if it’s too cringe to outright talk about, but if they don’t make SOME reference to either, I’m calling cowards.

An equivalent to the fishing feature, maybe planting seeds or something dream related. Just give something cute and fun again.

Also having some crazy ideas of even another sequel. Especially if this one ends up being on Earth or focusing on the middle plane and getting to the underworld, how awesome would it be for one day having like another sequel where you actually get to fight through Olympus. Like maybe a backstory for Hades would be cool, of how they rose to power and he made it all the way to Mount Olympus just to draw the short stick and get sent back down.

Ok I’m done for today. Carry on with your lives and I’m sorry again for this long post showing up on your feed.

#hades #hades 2 #hades ii #Melinoë #Zagreus #Persephone #Hecate #hades supergiant #supergiant games #hades game #hades 2 game #Greek #greek mythology #mirth rambles #theory time #the hubs can only take so much #so that’s why I’m here lol #also just realized the way they spell chronos #who I usually spell Cronus or Kronos

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queenjunoking · 3 years

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Wolf Taming Pt 33

CW: Noncon - Shock Collar - Pain - Petplay - Drugs - Kidnapping - Manipulation - Abuse - Spiders

Rayne’s home couldn’t be more stereotypical. It was a huge gothic eyesore. I knew that Rayne and Flora were one of the more powerful, and rich, couples in the region. I couldn’t imagine they used most of the space inside. It was a flex. Only by the Society’s influence could a place like this remain hidden.

It took a minute to finish the trip up their driveway and park by their front door. It took a lot to unsettle me. This house was one of the things that did. I knew all about the things that happened here. I was under no illusion about what I was to Rayne. She looked at new members that she saw as having some kind of potential and tried to push them. I was vaguely aware of some of the other people she attempted to take under her wing.

Mercy, an ironic name if I had ever heard one. I had seen her work, she worked mostly as a private breaker that just pushed her victims little by little until they broke. I had seen some videos, the childish glee she had as she told her victims they could “take just a little more” over and over. A few more inches. A few more hits. One more notch up on the shock collar. Of course if they could take that Mercy was sure they could take one more. She was to take the phrase “it’s too big” as a challenge. She wanted her victim to say something wasn’t possible.

Melinoë was one of the few people who climbed the ranks from the bottom. She broke people using their phobias. She kept rooms of snakes, spiders, rats and other common phobias and introduced them to people she had rendered immobile. I had seen one of her victims covered head to toe in webs from a swarm of spiders she let into the cell. The light in their eyes had died quickly. Unfortunately not everyone's phobias are so easy to manifest. She was more than happy to keep people in cycles of suffocation or waterboard those that had those fears. She had a technique for almost everything.

Her newest was some newly inducted girl. Apparently she was some serial killer that had killed dozens of low ranked members over the last year. Rayne’s intervention probably saved her a long torturous life at the bottom of one of the Society’s special prisons. I remember Eos making a fuss that the girl had left Rayne’s mansion gone underground a few weeks ago and no one had tracked her down yet. Eos had been on the council deciding the girls fate and had been very vocal about having her imprisoned for life.

I hated them all, none of them had the respect that I had for the people I worked on. I avoided being on that list of people taken under Rayne’s wing by virtue of Eos interacting with me as often as she did. She still left her mark on me though, something I was unable to get rid of, her epithet.

I composed myself as the doors to the limo opened. The driver bowed and helped the both of us out of the car. Once she shut the doors behind us the went up to the front door and rang the doorbell. She waited to the side, her head bowed lest she incur Rayne’s wrath when the door opened.

Rayne

Everything was going… well perfect was a lie. Things never went perfectly. But with a minimum amount of punishments. I only had three other maids taken away while I waited for Z’s arrival. They’d make passable canvases.

I was growing irritated as the minutes slowly passed by. She was supposed to be here at four. It was now ten after four. Good driver’s were hard to come by, but I’d have to find a new one regardless. Perhaps she would make a good lawn ornament. If she wanted to go slow on the roads she may as well be stationary. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about winter for quite awhile.

Finally the doorbell rang, followed by some scattered screams throughout the mansion. The doorbell was wired to some random slaves. It gave them quite the nasty shock when it was pressed, it made sure we would always hear it ring. Our guests were here. Only fifteen minutes late. The two slaves I had left stationed by the front door saw me walk towards them and slowly opened the door.

The sight was… as to be expected. Z was dressed in what I was sure was the most expensive thing she owned. I was a bit upset to see Briar there. I hadn’t given Z a plus one. I’d have to figure out something for her to do, she was just going to make all my plans harder. I wanted Z, alone, without anyone to consult. Having Briar to talk to just made my goal harder.

"Good afternoon Z. I'm glad you could make it to this celebration." I gave her a smile. I tried to play the good host.

"Unfortunately, due to the last minute invitation, I was unable to bring Lady Flora a gift." She looked bored and it pissed me off. Its like she didn't care she didn't bring my darling Flora anything.

"That's alright Z, you're the gift. I'm sure Flora will enjoy meeting you. Follow me." We made our way through the mansion, heading towards the art room I knew my lovely lilac was busy in.

Maids stop and curtsied as we passed by. Flora and I would really have to converge on a design for them. She was in the midst of designing new outfits for them and had them wearing different prototypes. Some were clad in latex, others were dressed in what could only be generously called an outfit. Still others were in floor length outfits that only left their hands and faces uncovered. Different styles from English to French to Japanese. I didn't care much about which style she ultimately chose, I just wanted them to match.

We passed by many of Flora's projects on out walk. All stunningly beautiful. All works of genius. Yet Z looked bored and Briar looked away.

It pissed me off.

I stopped at the top of a staircase in front of a special wall Flora had installed. The renovations had cost a fortune but nothing was too expensive for my beloved buttercup.

"Perhaps you recognize this one, Z?"

The walk through the mansion was what I expected. Battered maids, tortured slaves, and all kinds of horrible art created by Flora.

I looked up at the newest exhibit. It was a resin block that was placed into the wall. There was a woman inside, immobile. Naked and on display. It took a bit for me to see the tubes connected to her inside. Most likely to give her air, water and Ambrosia to keep her alive. She stared out blankly at the room, I doubt she was mentally there anymore.

"I'm afraid I don't." I didn't really care about whatever Rayne was trying to show me. I respected the situation in a certain way. I'm sure the inability to move with no space to take anything more than shallow breaths would break anyone fairly quickly.

It was the same principle I took with Bridget.

"Flora was devastated when you closed up shop. She bought up many of those you broke for her own projects. They're quite magnificent for many purposes. Sometimes its fun to listen to them scream while you work, but you created slaves that simply don't react anymore." She smiled at me as she talked. I hated every word coming out of her mouth. I did this to stop their suffering, not make it worse.

"And the significance of this piece?" I tried pushing the annoyance out of my voice.

"This was the last person you broke. She was sold as a sex slave and was used like that for awhile. But Flora wanted to preserve your last piece. It's been injected with a concoction that should help preserve its beauty. The side effects are quite painful and debilitating, but its encased in resin so it doesn't matter if its debilitating. We believe she'll live another decade in the-"

"I believe you wanted us to meet with Lady Flora?" Briar cut Rayne off. I wasn't sure if it was for my benefit or hers, but I'm glad she did.

Rayne’s fave slipped for just a moment. From a warm and welcoming one to one of sheer annoyance. It only took a moment for her to slip back though. "Yes, we're almost there." She turned and began walking down the hall. I had long lost track of where we were. The house seemed alive with activity no matter where we went. Slaves where everywhere, I couldn't begin to fathom how many she must have.

Rayne opened a door and we could hear someone inside talking. She motioned for us to wait as she slipped inside.

Rayne

"If I heard one more sob out of you I'll give you something to actually be sad about." I heard my gorgeous gardenia tell her canvas as she worked.

Flora's back was to me so I could see her canvas facing me. It was some small thing. It had short black hair, surprising as Flora preferred to claim slaves with long hair.

The canvas was covered in tattoos, new ones. Surprising designs. Flora loved to cover a few maids in tattoos, having some walking art around the mansions. Usually she didn't design tattoos so demonic though.

"What are you working on?" I asked her, giving her a bit of a start as I broke her concentration.

"Oh, raindrop. How many times do I have to tell you not to startle me when I'm working on a piece! I could have gotten a line out of place." She chided me playfully. If she had messed up she'd probably just dispose of it and get a new canvas, it was no big deal.

"My apologies, my sweet… saguaro." I stumbled, my mind was in other places.

She crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks, looking a bit cross. "A cactus?"

I walked over to her and tip her head up, giving her a kiss. "I apologize, I was taken in by your art."

She smiled, her pout already forgotten. "This canvas was some poor church girl that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I bought her with the intent of reselling her to The Pandemonium Club."

"Don't they give full body recoloring to all their imps? Won't that cover up your lovely art?" Servers at the club were modified to resemble imps. Horn mods were what their servers were known for. The size of their horns indicated their purpose. But they also underwent full body recoloring. Many were purple, blue, red or pink.

"Not at all. That guttersnipe that you brought in gave me one nice thing, a chemical added to this ink will make it glow under the body repainting. So she'll be purple with nice gold tattoos showing." She gave me a toothy grin.

I gave her another kiss. Longer. More passion. "You know I don't like you talking about her like that, she'll be giving us tons of fun to watch. But I'm glad she's helped you."

"Whatever you say. So, may I ask why you've come in? Just wanted to see my art?" Flora was beginning to catch on.

"Your birthday present finally arrived, Love." I smiled, knowing this would make her day.

"Oh?" She feigned an innocent look. "I had completely forgot. What did you get me?"

"I didn't find you a something to give you this year unfortunately." Her look turned sour and she stuck out her bottom lip. "But, I brought in someone you might enjoy meeting."

Nothing happened for a few seconds. I figured that had been an obvious enough of a clue.

"I brought in someone you might enjoy meeting!" I called a bit louder. This time Z and Briar entered the room.

"Z!" Her face lit up and she practically glided over the floor to her. She ignored Briar much as I had. "Its so lovely to have you visit. I am such a fan of your methods. Perhaps we can talk over dinner." I watched her look Z up and down. "And let's get you some nice clothes. Consider it my treat."

Z didn't get a moment to say anything before Flora pulled her out of the room. My present had gone over well so far. If things went my way I'd get rid of Z and make this the best birthday Flora's ever had.

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logancreatesworlds · 5 years

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The Divorce - (Hades!T’Challa x black!Persephone!reader)

Author’s Note: Hello all! So I’ve been juggling this concept around in my head for days now, and I finally wrote it. Hope y’all like it. Please comment and tell me what you think.

Warnings: Sexual References and angst.

Disclaimer: I do not own a damn thing, especially not the images.

“SHE CANNOT LEAVE ME!” An angry God of Death shouted as he angrily sat on his throne.

“Evidently,” The God of War snapped in reply, “Yes the fuck she can. Apollo has allowed it.”

“Bullshit,” the divine being hissed, “His dominion is over America, not my wife! He cannot grant her asylum.”

“Again. Yes the fuck he can. According to the very specific Sokovia Accords, a god or goddess may grant another asylum if his or her life is in immortal danger. Persephone can declare herself to be fleeing another god now.”

That was not what T’Challa wanted to hear. He, the God of Underworld, had been put in a bind by you - his own wife, the goddess of Spring.

Unlike in the stories humans told each other, Gods were wildly uncomplicated and would kiss, fuck and more commonly - argue.

Such was no exception for the Gods who were married, and that included you and T’Challa.

Again and unlike in the stories, T’Challa had not kidnapped you but you had started the nasty little rumor to rebel against your mother, Demeter, who told you that you were to be married to him on orders of Zeus.

But that was centuries ago.

Even if you despised losing your independence, you had come to love T’Challa with the purest love that one God could give another.

And that pure love came crashing down when you found out that your dear husband, the man who actually despised seeing people die and comforted them in the afterlife, was having an affair.

The argument that you both had at dinner was the biggest and worst one to ever happen between you two.

“You lying bastard! You deceive me and then do not have the balls to come forth with your deception!”

“YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU ARE MY WIFE!”

This wasn’t the first time you had caught him cheating. Of course, there were the multiple dalliances with the mortal woman, who T’Challa assured could not hold a candle to you.

But then his desires grew from mortals. There was that time around 1950 when you found a love letter from some other whorish nymph named Minthe.

‘My love,’ the letter had read, ‘I miss you greatly. Even if you have an obligation to your kingdom, that does not mean I cannot hunger for you in my dreams.’

My love, you thought, a fiery anger bubbling in your chest, MY LOVE?!

That was the final straw. These affairs had gone too far.

That day, you marched down to earth to find the woman sleeping with T’Challa and you can still remember the smirk she gave you when bragged of your husband’s skills in the sack.

Your mother had always said that your worst trait was your jealously and with the might of mother nature itself coursing through your veins, you struck Minthe down and turned her in a mint plant before crushing her under your bare feet.

T’Challa was pissed when he found out from what happened from his friend and the ferryman of souls, W’Kabi, and he ambushed you at dinner.

Again, that was the worst argument of your life.

“This is not the first dalliance I’ve had. What made you want to kill her?!”

“I did not marry you thinking you would unsheathe your dick with every single woman, but I put up with that. I will NOT allow you to love another woman.”

“Well if who I fuck is such an issue, why don’t you just leave?”

Your eyes widened and fresh water tears bubbled in your eyes.

Huffing, you turned around and left.

“I want a divorce, T’Challa. I have had enough.”

With that, you left the dining room.

Even if T’Challa had slept on the couch that night, he never thought you would actually leave.

Imagine his shock when he had discovered that the Queen of the Underworld had packed her bags and left.

Not only that, but you had taken your three kids with you. You had taken his kids with you.

Yeah, T’Challa was pissed.

“Divorce” my ass, he thought spitefully.

“This place is strange mother,” your oldest son, Zagreus, commented as he walked beside you, his dark skin shining from the glitzy lights radiating off the buildings in Times Square.

“It’s just New York, baby,” you answered, your brown eyes darting as you looked for your destination, “It’s quite mundane.”

“I want a hot dog, mommy.” your only daughter, Melinoë, chirped, her 4b hair bobbing as she smiled up at you with adorable gap tooth that reminded you of her father.

“We’ll get one later baby,” You replied, clutching baby Plutus closer into your arms, “But right now we gotta get somewhere first.”

Soon, you made it to a dark apartment building and despite your gruesome situation, you could not resist a brief smirk as how Zagreus glared at the horny homeless man eyeing your hips.

Quietly, you led your kids inside and up the stairs to one of the apartment doors.

Though the humans were unable to see the magic around it, you could read the magic labeled numbers engraved on the door.

III IX

Three, for the winter months you were originally required to spend with T’Challa after he had fed you the ceremonial pomegranate. Nine, for remaining months you had to spend with your mother and the other Gods.

Yup. This was the place.

Gently, you handed Plutus to Zagreus and placed both your hands on the door. On cue, a magic glow rippled through the door and nob rolled to the right as it softly opened.

Persephone walked in first and her kids followed.

“You made it,” a dark, sultry voice greeted.

Angrily, you growled at the dark shadow in the corner, your eyes glowing a bright green as you readied to turn whoever was stupid enough to advance on your and your family into a shrub.

“Relax,” the figure replied, coming out of the darkness, “It is just me.”

“Bucky,” You greeted as the being calmly sat down.

“Persephone,” He replied, his eyes betraying his brutal demeanor, “You made it.”

“You could have announced yourself,” you replied, shutting the door.

“I could say the same for you, your majesty.”

“You truly are what the humans.”

“I cannot help the stories,” Bucky responded with a dark smirk, “I am what the humans think of in times of war.”

“So you are him,” Zagreus said, sizing Bucky up, “Funny. You do not look so scary.”

The boy did have his father’s pride.

“Zagreus,” you chastised.

“No it’s fine,” Bucky replied, his smirk turning into a taunting smile, “Little Zagreus is just trying to take his daddy’s place.”

Zagreus growled, his eyes glowing an amber color, as he advanced on the Personification of Terror sitting in his family’s new kitchen table.

Persephone, already used to dealing with his father’s mood swings, tightly gripped his shoulder, “Boy, calm down. Remember what happened the last time you lost your temper.”

Zagreus resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

By the Gods, he huffed, Blast a soul to pieces one time and your own mother makes your clean the Cerberus pits.

“I’m hungry mama,” Melinoë said with a pout.

“Well eat up,” Bucky said gently as she ran to the large white refrigerator, “The fridge is fully stocked.”

With that, the divine being got up from the table and quietly left for the door.

“Bucky,” you called, making him freeze, “Thank you.”

He briefly turned for a second, regarding you.

“Any time.”

Then, he was gone.

You had tried to keep your kids calm that night. Taking them away from their father had been traumatic for everyone, and you would be damned if you let it break your kids.

Luckily, Plutus had gone to sleep easily for a change, and that left room for the rest of you to scroll through Netflix.

You insisted on letting Zagreus pick what to watch, and of course he avoided Black Panther since the main actor reminded him eerily of his father.

After watching The Grinch, you decided it was time to turn in for bed. Zagreus took the couch and you slept in the one bedroom with Melinoë and Plutus.

Don’t worry babies, you thought as your eyes drifted shut while you rubbed your daughter’s hair through her bonnet, We’ll make it through this.

The next morning, your eyes blinked open to see that little Melinoë was gone, along with baby Plutus.

A slight feeling of fear bloomed in your chest, but it quickly gave way to relaxation when you smelled the familiar scent of pancaked and bacon.

Zagreus must be cooking breakfast, you thought, getting up.

It wasn’t a surprise to you. Zagreus frequently cooked breakfast when his father was too busy or when you were off visiting his grandma.

Sighing and rubbing the kink out of your neck, you sighed as you walked to the kitchen.

That was odd. Zagreus wasn’t there, neither was Melinoë or Plutus. Your eyes widened when you saw the heap of freshly made pancakes, bacon and...pomegranates.

Shit.

“They are fresh from Wakanda. I brought them for you.”

You whipped around to see T’Challa sitting on the couch with your three kids, the two youngest fast asleep. Zagreus, the only one awake, sat in dead silence at his father’s arm that had slung around his shoulder.

“T’Challa-”

“No, no my love, there will be no talking.”

“What did you do to them-”

“I placed a sleeping spell on them. They are fine. Now, sit.”

You did not.

“Mama,” Zagreus pleaded quietly as T’Challa brushed the 4c curls on his head, “Do as he says. Please.”

With a nervous air, you acquiesced to T’Challa’s demands and sat in the chair across from your family.

“Where have you been?” He demanded.

“I...took the kids and left for New York City.”

“I see that. But you have only been here for little more than a day. What about the other four months?”

“I was gonna stay with my mother. But I did not want you coming after her,” you answered, “So I reached out to Apollo and told him I wanted to take the kids on vacation. He accommodated.”

By the way T’Challa nodded, you could tell that he was satisfied with the answer.

Apollo would live then.

“Very well,” he spoke stoically, “We should eat breakfast then.”

The five of you all sat around the table, eating pancakes and bacon in uncomfortable silence.

Melinoë, even if she was the little bringer of nightmares and madness, chatted with her father in an obliviously happy manner while you fed Plutus some baby food.

You would be forever grateful to yourself for not letting her see the problems between her parents.

“And we got to see Times Square too,” Melinoë chirped.

“Really?” T’Challa asked, enthusiastically giving his prized baby girl all of his attention, “Well you shall just have to show baba sometime, yes?”

Melinoë enthusiastically nodded and an aching feeling erupted through your heart.

You felt so guilty, taking your own kids out of a reality they had always known and smashing their happy life. And all because of issues you had with their father.

It wasn’t the fact that they were in any immortal danger with their father, for even if he was a philandering bastard, you never doubted that he loved them.

No. You were just mad at him and you taken it out on the whole family.

“I would love to see the rest of New York,” T’Challa replied, “But I have some business to finish in Wakanda first.”

“Are we even gonna go home baba?” Melinoë asked hopefully.

“Yes.”

“No”

T’Challa and you stared intensely at one another, almost as if seeing who would break first and amend their answer to your daughter’s inquiry.

“Forgive mama, Melly,” he said, a threatening glint in his eye, “She just misspoke.”

You breathed heavily as T’Challa returned back to eating. You knew better than to argue with him.

You breathed nervously as you once again entered Wakanda, the Dark Palace of Judgement. You were even more nervous then when T’Challa had brought you here after the wedding.

“Glad to see y’all back,” Erik greeted as you entered the main foyer, swinging his spear as usual.

“Uncle Erik!” Melinoë shouted happily, breaking away from you and running into the arms of T’Challa’s cousin, “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, little nightmare.”

The God of War always did come up with the best nicknames.

“Erik, can you take the kids into the kitchen to get some proper food. I’d like to have a chat with my wife.”

Erik nodded and left with Plutus and Melinoë in tow and Zagreus briefly turned to you.

“I love you mama,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” you replied pulling him into a hug.

Why was he hugging you so tightly?

Before T’Challa preceded to even take a step, Zagreus grabbed his arm in a tight grip.

“Hurt her and I will kill you,” he threatened, his eyes shining with a glowing amber.

T’Challa stared into his eyes, and quiet pride bloomed in his chest. His son, even if he would be facing an opponent ten times more powerful than him, was ready to fight for his mother. Even if it meant he would lose...

You shall make a fine king one day, he thought.

Zagreus let T’Calla go and then walked off, following his “Uncle” and baby siblings.

Even his walk was just like his daddy’s.

“Come,” T’Challa said, regarding you, “We need to talk.”

It’s Now or Never.

Quietly, you followed the ruled of the Underworld into his main study.

After everything, you still refused to give up your pride.

You were the only on at fault in this situation.

“If you’re expecting an apology-” you started.

“(Y/N), please,” T’Challa replied, “I am not mad at you.”

You gave a puzzled look as your husband opened up a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass.

“You are not?”

“No,” T’Challa confirmed with surprisingly peaceful nod of his head, “In fact, I am glad it happened.”

Okay. Now you were befuddled.

“What? T’Challa, are you feeling alright?”

“Yes. I am fine, my love. Why?” He replied, sitting down at his desk and cross his feet on his desk.

“I literally just left you and took your kids. And yet...you’re sitting here drinking Chardonnay like nothing is wrong.”

“I am not upset with you because I am mad at you. I am upset with myself because I have never appreciated you.”

“What?”

“When I found out you were in New York, I was ready to wage war on everyone there. I was planning to have Erik suit up the army and destroy the human in a flurry of rage, madness, pain and decay.”

You listened as he continued.

“But then,” he sighed, “Mother spoke to me. She said that if I loved you, I had to prove it. And I realized, in all of the centuries we have been married, I have never truly appreciated you.”

A tear dripped down your eyes as you sat down, and T’Challa came over and knelt in front of you.

“(Y/N), Goddess of the Springtime, daughter of Demeter, and love of my life. I am sorry. I am sorry for lying to you, for cheating on you. I want to make things right between us. If you still want a divorce, I understand. I will call a meeting with Hera in the morning and we will settle it. You can even take the kids.”

Your tears developed into full on crying.

“I’ve been waiting over three millennium to hear you say that,” you cried.

T’Challa smiled softly, wiping the tears from your dark cheeks.

“I do not want a divorce,” you said seriously, “But don’t think that just because you apologize that I forgive you.”

“I understand. So...I cannot do this then?”

He then pulled you into a deep kiss, only gently ending it when you were just getting into it, and biting your lips slightly to punctuate its ending.

Sexy bastard.

“No,” you moaned, trying to ignore the hot feeling between your legs as he moved to kiss your neck, “We cannot make this up sex.”

“(Y/N). You just got home, Let us not make this just sex. Let us make love.”

You sighed softly as he went back to your neck.

“Fine,” you moaned, wrapping your thick legs around him, “But we are calling Hera in the morning for couples’ therapy.”

Over the next few years, the relationship between you and T’Challa had almost completely repaired itself. Yes, there were those times when you did not trust who was texting on his phone. But those days when he was int eh shower and asked you to check it for him made up for that. Yes, there were those days when men would stare at you and wish you were theirs. But T’Challa knew that you were his.

Even more? He knew that for once, he actually deserved you.

You never thought you would say this, but were glad the two of you were able to fix it.

Thank the gods you didn’t go through with the divorce.

Author’s Note: Aaaaaand that is all folks! Hope y’all liked it. Just a little brainchild I made up in my head. Comment to let me know what you think.

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controlledhues · 5 years

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❗- kill count? preferred methods for the job?

Send a “❗” to force the truth out of my muse. (Accepting)

❝Huh…? What a nosey question, my dear…❞

Mel was particularly meticulous about this kind of info, specially since it is a sensitive topic for most of the people -even grunts- and it wasn’t something to talk about in a daily basis. There had to be a method to keep the info registered only for the rest of the Team Rocket, and in this case paper and ink was the best for her, despite Melinoë being a digital lover. Probably because it’s the easier thing to burn in case something goes wrong…

She stood up from her desk and walked directly to a closed metallic (possibly made of titanium) cabinet. A specific secret combination on a small number pad was pressed and the door opened. Sliding slowly, the drawer was deeper than it seemed, and there were dozens and dozens of folders arranged by date.

Her fingers gracefully were tapping each one of the folders while her lips were counting in silence. Then, after a while, the Executive turned around to the curious grey faced and smiled.

❝One hundred and five.❞ she replied, closing the cabinet firmly and sitting back on her chair again. ❝From my first one when I wasn’t even a grunt, to the poor guys from last week incident…❞

Was that already too much info? Mel chuckled and rested her chin on her hand.

❝I would say that I like to… experiment to make it more funnier and interesting, you know? Sometimes a gunshot would be enough if I’m not in a good mood, or some other times a slit on the throat and leaving the person bleed out in agony seems… fulfilling. I’ve learned those methods from Petrel and Proton specifically. But my preferred ones are those were I… don’t get my hands dirty.❞

There was a mischievous smile now; small but noticeable. The woman licked her lips before continuing, as her free hand began to play with a pen.

❝ Always wearing gloves, I like brush their skin with anything highly corrosive, or to make them drink acid or caustic soda if the budget is tight. I’ve also learned to poison, like Ariana does. That’s when you can truly see how weak the human body is… And about Archer’s favorite method… Well, my Pokemon just like to watch, sadly. I won’t let them harm a human ever, unless I get very, very angry. The thing I love the most is torturing, though. And if I’m able to film it, it’s even better. In the end, all that material can be used as a tutorial for the new aspirants, you know? They need the guts to get in here…❞

#long post #ask #meme #murder tw #violence tw #[Headcanon]#//THANK YOU FOR THE AAAAAAAAAAASK <333 #Anonymous

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yallemagne · 2 years

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2021 Fanfic Meme

Tagged by my good friend @samcybercat, damn you, this is hard :DDD

Word count for the year: So, here’s the thing. I don’t have all the email updates from Grammarly. I think I deleted some. Adding up my weekly updates since November 21, I get 204,843. So WAY MORE THAN THAT.

Number of stories posted to Ao3: 22 (I’m not counting If Widows Lived, that’s backlogged, so it’s cheating)

Pairings written for: (chronologically, don’t have the energy for any other sorting)

Hades/Persephone

Nyx/Persephone (minor and queer-platonic)

Jesus Christ/Judas Iscariot or Jesus/John the Baptist | Judas (Godspell)

Judas Iscariot/Mary Magdalene (kinda minor, though I did do some smut I never posted that had the pairing more centric)

Pontius Pilate/King Herod (y’all definitely think I’m a freak if you didn’t already know me)

none of my fics are tagged with it, but Judas Iscariot/Simon Zealotes is hinted in several fics of mine

Judas Iscariot/Thomas Didymus (a crack ship that became very genuine)

Leon Belmont/Sara Trantoul

Death/Walter Bernhard (T.T I had to make the tag)

Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya/Julius Belmont

Julius Belmont/Incubus (nonromantic/sexual)

Walter Bernhard/Graf von Krolock (another tag I had to forge)