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xjulixred45x · 8 days

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OKAY, I know I should work on the requests but I recently discovered the story of the game HADES and as a Greek mythology nerd that I am, I became obsessed, so I ask you to imagine this scenario that unfortunately I have not seen anywhere:

Platonic Yandere Zagreus+ Reader x son! reader

let me explain myself.

Imagine that we are between Hades 1 and Hades 2, where everything seems to be going well for Zagreus and his partner, both living in the Underworld and occasionally visiting the surface, but paying attention to their duties in general.

then they have a son! reader. Their pride and joy.

Zagreus probably thought that it would be difficult to have children without any kind of divine intervention, so seeing that his son was born alive by himself was a great relief and even pride, because it meant that he probably wouldn't have the same problem as his father, he would be freer than him.

son!reader ends up being a child who is super spoiled by his parents thanks to this, filled with affection not only from them, but from the vast majority of the beings in the Underworld, Achilles being a kind of Fun Uncle, Meg a cool teacher, Thanatos and Hypnos second father figures, etc.

even HADES loved this child.

the only problem that son! reader has is that, like his father and mother, he was very curious and stubborn. which led to the incident before he reached puberty.

It was an occasion where Zagreus and Reader were away due to a hasty visit to the surface, so son! Reader, like every child, did what he was told not to do:

get off the safe path.

From then on son! reader can die however you prefer, perhaps by the Hydra, by one of the enemies on the upper levels, by the river Styx, but my favorite excuse is that he found where the titans were and fell from the shock, dying instantly ( drawing a parallel with mythological Zagreus).

And when Zagreus and his partner find out? God, to say that they are devastated would be an understatement for their pain.

Everyone is hurt and sad about what happened, everything feels so silent now, heavy, empty...

to the point that the prayers of the beings of the Underworld reach the ears of Zeus, who in a certain way feels sorry for his brother for having lost a grandson and Zagreus for his son, who decides to apply Dionysus's typenof move, that is, leave the heart of the child in the womb of a human woman.

Zagreus is difficult to convince, he wants Zeus to do this directly with the reader, but if this is the only alternative, he will accept it. More when the mental health of both has also been seriously affected by this(Zagreus having mutilation and Self harm tendencies bc of grief and incapility of die? yep, although he'll probably be very worried if reader starts to seem like them too.)

And so the agonizing wait begins, the weeks go by, the months go by, and Zagreus and the reader are increasingly anxious and impatient. more distressed with a new day of silence at home, with each day of inactivity, with each hour that their child's room is empty...

But the wait pays off, when Zeus gives them the news that the time has finally come for them to go look for their son.

Zagreus takes off at full speed, with various bonuses given by people like Thanatos, Charon, some Olympians, hell, even his father goes easy on him.

and he begins to search quickly with the little time he has on the surface for his son, being guided by Zeus to where his son was.

When Zagreus was beginning to weaken and felt that he had come in vain, he heard it. a laugh, a small voice that he hadn't heard in a long time.

His son...alive again...

Here things are separated a little. two different scenarios.

1: SON! READER REMEMBER HIS LIFE LIKE GOD

This case is the fluffiest of all and definitely the least yandere.

when son!reader sees Zagreus he's running out to meet him, melting the godling's heart, relieved that his son is not only back in body, but in spirit.

They both return to the Underworld and receive them all with great joy, they ruffle the child's hair, give him gifts, Dionysius may even throw a party in honor of his return.

but it doesn't mean there isn't Yandere stuff.

Zagreus becomes incredibly overprotective of son! reader, to a disturbing degree, now practically does not leave him alone. the same with reader. If he is not with one, he is with another.

they make son! reader accompanies them everywhere and can only play with their supervision, only them, not anyone else. because the previous one was very effective last time.

I think the reader would use the death of son! reader like an auk to keep him fearful and thus avoid another incident. in general both being very obsessive with this new opportunity to have their son back.

Although it's not so bad, Zagreus and the reader continue to bombard him with love and affection, bringing him gifts, reading to him or telling him legends, even now they take him to the surface with them! It is within the scope of a happy ending, they could overcome their unhealthy tendencies over time...I hope.

The only way in this scenario for both of them to become yandere as is is if some person on the surface is "badly influencing" son! reader to be more independent or worse, go to the battlefield.

There Zagreus will directly get rid of said influence with the help of Thanatos.

Now, the most intense and interesting scenario.

2: SON! READER DOES NOT REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT HIS LIFE AS ZAGREUS'S AND READER'S SON

Imagine that you are an apparently normal child with some strange characteristics (like maybe red feet or heterochromia), living peacefully with your parents that you have known all your life as a mortal... and FROM NOWHERE the fucking GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD comes to tell you who you are HIS child and not of your PARENTS....

practically this reader.

Zagreus would believe that after having spent so much time among mortals his son has forgotten his true lineage and even finds his innocence cute with the whole thing, but they must return to their TRUE home as soon as possible.

Since he is a god, A SON OF HADES, even if the reader's parents love him, they cannot fight for him, so they give him to Zagreus.

Zagreus is overjoyed with this, reader is so confused.

because after all he does NOT know these people, he does not know this supposed father who ripped him away from his birth family, he does not know his supposed mother who greets him with tears in her eyes when they arrive at the damn Underworld.

He doesn't know any of the gods who welcome him warmly, who ruffle his hair, who call him cute nicknames, who seem to have known him all his life when they don't.

reader is feeling like some kind of glorified pet. an empty replacement. This is not his house, his HOME.

while Zagreus and reader think that their son must be feeling very shocked by all the information and come home that they simply shower him with more love. much to the child's displeasure.

If the reader continues to insist that he doesn't really remember them, Zagreus will probably dismiss it as something temporary, which is simply the adjustment after an event as traumatic as dying (he gets it, seriously! he dies every now and then, but he doesn't want to think about on what it must have been like for his son).

while reader will try with Thanatos to make him remember things from the past, show him family photos and portraits that they made before the tragedy, his room, his old toys and stories behind them. all with so much love that the reader feels uncomfortable, as if he were usurping the place of their true son.

I think the reader would be especially uncomfortable if mom!reader were also a goddess, he feels VERY intimidated by both of them, but when they show this very...vulnerable and loving side...he doesn't know what to think.

In this scenario, both Zagreus and reader are more overtly manipulative and yandere. Zagreus can use his thousands of failed attempts to try to get out of the underworld on his own so that reader doesn't even think about doing so, while reader uses the reader's death as a way to guilt trip him so he doesn't leave them.

The reader feels bad for them and their son, but is very afraid of them. More after seeing Zagreus angry.

At first they would see Reader's attempts to escape as something "cute" thinking that he was "imitating young Zagreus" and was not serious. Of course, if he ran into a shade, Zagreus would appear and take him home. simply a game.

But when they were lost for long periods of time, they had a panic attack thinking that the accident had happened again. and when Zagreus found the reader, on a higher level and with scratches, he was furious, almost killing all the beings on that level.

It was enough to solidify the reader's decision to want to leave. This man was not only terrifying, he was dangerous.

I think that in this case there would be characters like Meg, Patroclus, Odysseus, even Thanatos himself who realize the reader's discomfort around his "parents" and even become his only allies in his escape attempts.

but because they isolate him so much, so much to the point that he can only leave the house of Hades if it is with them, no one else, and they see the desire to RUN in his face. They feel compassion for him.

This is how a new story in Hades begins. As a reader you will have to face many powerful deities, shadows, and more to escape not only from the Underworld, but from your delirious new family.

but Zagreus would not be himself if he were not stubborn and persistent . I wouldn't let him run and escape easily. not this time.

Could reader do it? let the game begin.

Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!

What can i Say? I'm obsessed over games i will NEVER get to play :,) but at least i'll try to see gameplays.

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groversimp · 11 months

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Nico di Angelo x male reader who was imprisoned in a sleep for a long fucking time and Nico discovered while on a quest and just imprinted on Nico when he woke up and protects him and they have a bond since they both don’t have a sense in time and Nico dresses them and they are bffs (Reader would be physically 20s mentally around 500 thousand and this would be platonic and really fluffy like a god dad that just likes Nico a lot and is friendly but has an attachment to Nico and Nico loves his god dad definitely got him a mug with “#1 God Dad”

Goodnight, Goodnight, Construction Site

Anon <3 this is such a cute request <3

This takes place somewhere after HOO but before TOA, and before Nico and Will get together.

Reader does have kids but they’re dead so..

When Nico had first met you, long long ago on a small quest for Ares (to get an anniversary gift for Lady Aphrodite) he thought you were dead. Your exomis and thorny flower crown made you look like a man of the past. You laid on a wooden bed with plush blankets made from fur and pillows so soft they made Nico’s hand ache. You looked ethereal, so untouchable by the blue flames of the underworld’s candle. The only thing that ruined the sight was the obsidian handcuffs, keeping your wrists captive on the bed frame. Nico frowned, why were you here? Before he went back to Olympus to gift Ares his anniversary gift, he stopped by his fathers castle.

“Dad..” He spoke, Hades glared down at him from his throne. “Nico.” Nico rolled his eyes, his dad’s typical pessimistic tone echoing in the barren hall, “what’s with the sleeping dude in the cave?” Hades gave him a confused,curious look for a minute before taking a breath in and nodding,suddenly understanding. “That’s Y/N.” Nico waited a beat for a further explanation, “and?” “He was a god, a son of Zagreus, who fell in love with a mortal. Y/N tried to turn his mortal lover to a god, but Zeus was enraged by that- claiming that his lover was not worth it. Zeus paid Hypnos, god of Sleep, to put Y/N in an eternal sleep till someone is strong enough to defeat the monsters that live within his dreams.” Naturally, Nico knew he needed to save you.

“But, what is Y/N the god of?” His father looked unimpressed by the constant questions, and let out an annoyed sigh. “He is the god of mercy. Before his eternal sleep, he was the one who decided who does and does not die at a specific point in time. The Fates loved him,” his father finished that last part sarcastically.

Nico nodded. Yep, he was definitely needed to save you. He turned on his heel and pranced away from the palace, leaving only the aura of death and his father’s annoyance behind.

After he had left Olympus, he returned to the underworld, wiping Aphrodite’s lipstick off his cheek. It was mildly annoying, but nice. She was very fond of the gift Ares had picked out for her, so fond infact that she kissed both of Nico’s cheeks and told him that he’ll be grateful later.. Whatever that meant.

Nico returned to your cave- a small,hidden home next to the river Lethe. The air in your cave was somewhat humid, with a sleepy aura around it. Poppy flowers and Yarrow strung the walls and grew on the grassy floor. His eyes felt heavy as he sat down on the bed next to you. Nico set his hand on your head and suddenly he felt himself pass out- getting sucked into your dreams.

The next several hours were ones of fighting and yelling out your name. The atmosphere of your dreams was a big flower field, where Nico was little and all the flowers were ginormous. They looked like skyscrapers and Nico knew that his sister Hazel would either love or hate this place. There were even bigger hourglasses with cryptic messages of the names of mortals and demigods who had died horrible deaths.. ones you couldn’t save.

The only thing that kept Nico from getting lost was a glowing,golden string that he could only assume was a trail leading him to you.

Alas, he was correct- because hours later he discovered you in a big flower-hut. You sat at a table, with an assortment of foods and teas laid out before you nicely. Almost like a tea party. Nico knocked on the wall to let you know that he was there, and the smile you gave him when you looked up made you look half mad.

“Hello, child..” Your voice was honey-drenched and sounded like the melody to a lost birdsong. It made him feel at peace. “I’ve been expecting you.” Nico hummed and sat down at your table, grabbing one of your small sandwiches from a dessert tray and eating it. You frowned at him and started to rearrange the tray so it looked even again.

“I didn’t wait thousands of years for you to come here and fuck up my pretty food!” Nico froze in his tracks. Did you just swear?

“Oh.” He said, awkwardly shifting, “I’m sorry?” You glared at him, but quickly started grinning and let out a laugh, “I like you. You’re weird.”

Wow. Brutal.

Eventually, after more fighting (which you were surprisingly good at), you two got out of the dream world.

Nico flopped down on your bed, but you remained sitting up- looking at the room around you with stars in your eyes. Nico glared up at you, watching as you processed the newly-found world around you.

“Y/N.”

Your gaze snapped down to him. “Yes?” You said, your voice cracking and shaky after years of not being used. Nico sat up and stared at you for a moment before standing.

“C’mon,” he held his hand out to you and you took it. Your legs were shaking as you stood and walked slowly, one step at a time. Nico looked a bit annoyed but he had the grace to help you and not mention it.

You both got back to Camp Half-Blood, where you were immediately put in the infirmary- Dionysus and Chiron had come in to speak with you- you greeted Dionysus first, as he was a reincarnation of your father, then you greeted Chiron. You talked to them for a while about what happened, why it happened, and how you felt, but you didn’t really have much to say.

“Remember, if you need to tell us anything- you can always find us in the Big House.” Chiron said lowly and he trotted out of the room, giving you one last knowing look.

You stayed up there for days, rotting in place and watching as Nico and some Apollo’s kid (terribly) flirted. You snorted one day as the doctor left and Nico glared over at you,

“What’s so funny?” You shook your head and looked away with a boyish grin, “nothing! That’s just not how you get a guy’s attention.”

Nico sucked in a breath then came over to sit at the edge of your bed, “then how do you?” You quickly sat up, surprising Nico. “You’ve gotta use your eyes.” He looked unimpressed, “my eyes? Really?”

“Yes really! See,” you gave an example- fluttering your eyelashes and winking. “I’m not doing that.” He said. “Then don’t expect to ever get a boyfriend.” You countered, Nico groaned and stood up- “bye Y/N.” You muttered a goodbye and watched as he left.

A few weeks later, they let you out of the infirmary- but the medic, and Nico’s crush, gave you firm instructions to come in everyday after lunch for a checkup. Nico brought you to his cabin, closing the door and turning on the lights being you.

“Oh gods, it looks like a goth threw up in here!” You said as you looked around, Nico rolled his eyes. “I designed it when I was like 11, give me a break.”

He pulled some clothes out of his closet, a pair of jeans and some band shirt that said something about a chemical romance.. You glared at him as he handed you the clothes, “I am not wearing these.”

“Yes you are.” Nico pushed you towards the bathroom, “no! Where’s the color, where’s the pizzazz?”

“How do you even know that word?” You glared at him as you went into the bathroom and shut the door, “I just do.”

You came back out of the bathroom a few minutes later, grumbling about how you look like him now. “Is that really the worst thing?” Nico said, “yes. Yes it is.” Nico grumbled at your reply and went back to his bunk, grabbing a mysterious black box.

“What’s in there?” You asked, mischief a clear note in your sweet voice. “Just some supplies Will wanted me to pick up.” A faint blush was apparent on his face, and you immediately sparked up with anticipation. You grinned and got closer to him, pointing a finger at his arm, “someone has a crush!”

“No, I do not!” “Yes, you do!” He huffed and gave you a glare that could stop Ares in his tracks, “no, I don’t.” You backed off for a moment and walked away- “whatever you say, Nico..” you looked back at him, “but I’m here if you ever want to talk.”

The rest of the week was mundane, you started to understand the customs. The next few weeks went by, and you started to fit in. Then months rolled by and you were part of the Camp Half-Blood family.

Finally, fathers day had rolled around. It was a little sad, considering you’d always pop by to say hi to your demigod kids in Old Greece- now they were long gone, only misty memories that you held. But, you had Nico. He had become your closest thing to family. Always coming to you for advice and affection.

So, here you were, laying on your bed in the Hades cabin as you sniffed back tears thinking of your lost children. Your poor,poor kids- so young and vibrant and gorgeous. You could still imagine their laughter, loud and clear as you told them jokes or chased them around the yard. Their yelling as you threw a discus their way, and their triumphant howl they caught it.

A knock on the wooden frame of your bed made you shoot right up- shock and surprise rolling through your stomach, then embarrassment as you realized Nico had seen you cry.

He frowned and sat down at the foot of your bed, slightly out of reach. “Y/N..” Looking down, you cleared your throat and sniffed again, not allowing yourself to start crying once more. “I know that this isn’t easy for you, but I just want you to know that you’re not alone.” You looked up at him, not truly knowing what to say.

Nico gave a wet laugh and you realized that his eyes were filled with tears too. “It’s not easy for me either, not with no family..” He handed you a gift bag that you hadn’t seen, “but I thought we might be able to celebrate together?”

You looked down at the bag, then back up at him, then back to the bag. As you opened it and looked at your gift, you couldn’t help but laugh.

The mug was poorly printed, and the glass was a scratchy,low quality kind- but that only made it better. It said, in bold letters, “World’s Best God Dad.” You shook your head with laughter before setting it down next to you and tackling Nico in a hug.

“You’re my favorite human son,” you said as he cackled. You both laid there, hugging and laughing till your ribs hurt and ached. Nico sniffed and pushed you off of him slightly so he could see your face- “do you like it?” He asked, a smile on his usually distraught face.

“I love it.” He smiled even wider.

#pjo x reader #pjoverse #pjo fandom #nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo

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pix3lplays · 1 year

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Blog intro!

Hi! I’m Pixel!

this is where I’ll be writing Honkai: Star Rail, Genshin Impact, Dr. Stone! (Spoilers for Dr. Stone’s manga are on this blog) One Piece, Hades, Kingdom Hearts, and Triangle Strategy

here are my rules:

-I only write the male characters (Aeons get a pass for this rule)

-Only x readers, no ships

-no nsfw, although sometimes I’ll be a little suggestive haha

-I also don’t write polygamy, sorry

-please specify which men you want! Putting “the Hsr men” will result in me defaulting to whoever I feel like. No longer doing ‘All Men’ since there’s too many, thanks for understanding

-I only write Yanqing and Arlan platonically.

-Please no body based requests such as certain physical characteristics, I’m just uncomfortable writing about that. Plus sized!reader is allowed though!

-No self-harm topics please!

-No child!reader please! I’m just not interested in writing it.

-Only fem! Or GN!reader since I’m a woman and that’s what feels comfortable for me, thank you for understanding!

-Here’s the Dr. Stone characters I will write:

Senku Ishigami (in the chapters where he’s an adult) Hyoga Akatsuki Tsukasa Shishio Ryusui Nanami Stanley Snyder Dr. Xeno Houston Wingfield (I will love you forever if you send a Stanley or a Dr. Xeno request oh my gosh)

Ok so I’m not Incredibly far into the One Piece anime yet, and the freshest scenes in my mind are the Live Action stuff so please keep that in mind, try to keep spoilers to a minimum please! Anyways here’s the One Piece characters I’ll write:

Roronoa Zoro Sanji Vinsmoke Sir Crocodile Captain Smoker Portgas D. Ace Red-Haired Shanks Dracule Mihawk

So yeah, feel free to send a request for any of these characters!

I will be taking a break from Genshin

I will also write fire emblem three houses boys! I love them very much!

Added the Buddy Daddies to my list!

Here’s the Hades list:

Zagreus, Thanatos, Hypnos, Dionysus, Ares

New character!! Writing Spike Spiegel!!

Adding the Ace Attorney characters! Basically the main characters and a few villains, go ahead and ask for the character you want, I’ll most likely be confident in writing them since I Love those games and I’ve played all of them completely through except the Edgeworth ones!

Adding Epsilon from Pluto!!

Adding some Kingdom Hearts characters! Here they are: Xemnas, Xigbar, Saïx, Axel, Vexen, Marluxia, and Zexion

Final Fantasy VII characters I’ll write: Cloud, Sephiroth, Rufus, Tseng, Reno, and Reeve

I’ll write Magus from Chrono Trigger

Feel free to send in an ask! Thank you for reading!

Masterlist Masterlist II Masterlist III Masterlist IV

Masterlist V Masterlist VI

Anon list (I’m so sorry if I forgot you just remind me lol): shady anon, 🫛anon, Star Fries anon, Aquarius anon, tulip anon, Star Ruby anon, 🌌 anon, (E), 🤡anon, 🐉anon, ♣️anon, Starcatcher anon, 🌺anon, 🍂anon, 🐞anon, 🎆anon, 🍠anon, 🎲 anon, 👾anon, tea anon, Phoenix anon, top hat anon, 🫶🏻anon, sky-faring anon, 🌱anon, 🦉anon, 🧚‍♀️anon, 🪐anon, ✉️ anon, 🎪anon, 😭anon, 🎭anon, 🦭anon, 🐑anon, Argenti’s Spouse anon, 💮Anon, 🪷anon, 🪄anon, 🍡anon, 💫anon, joke anon, 🍁anon, 📦 anon, 🫧 anon, 🐜antnon, 🦜 anon, 🪽anon, 🪶anon

#Honkai: Star Rail #Honkai: Star Rail x reader #My writing rules #Dr. Stone #Dr. Stone x reader #Buddy Daddies #Buddy Daddies x reader #Ace attorney #Ace attorney x reader

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hiraethhh-h · 1 year

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puppy love

summary: after catching feelings for a certain fury, zagreus offers some advice to get you back on your feet.

pairings: megara “meg” x gn! reader, (platonic) zagreus x gn! reader, mentions of thanzag.

warnings: light spoilers

notes: in lieu of Hades II being announced, here we are! also bc i am a whore for greek mythology (thanks pjo/hoo <3 /lh)

word count: 1.2k

you were always unsure how you landed yourself in such shitty situations.

for one, as a minor god, you somehow got yourself a position in the underworld. did you read the fine print in the contract you signed in olympus? absolutely-fucking-not. the trip to the river styx was less than pleasant, but you did leave a good review for charon. despite him speaking in decipherable groans, he made for good company and talk.

small dents began to appear in the rod of the broom you held, your sweeping motions coming to a halt. the shiny granite floors perfectly reflected your frowning face back at you. not wanting to get scolded for lagging behind in your chores, you took a few steps forward before gently brushing at the floor.

“is… everything alright?”

you jolted violently, whipping around with wide eyes. zagreus stood before you, his hands raised. “sorry- didn’t mean to scare you.” he quickly uttered. “you just looked… tense, is all.” his mismatched eyes slowly drifted to the broom, where cracks had formed from your iron grip. you blinked, slowly setting the broom against the wall with a sheepish look. “just… having a bit of a mid-life crisis? well, a godly one.” you sighed, shaking your head.

the prince raised a brow, “i don’t mean to pry, but i wouldn’t mind listening.” your brows perked up in surprise, a small smile forming on your lips. “thank you zagreus. do you mind also covering for me? i really don’t feel like getting told off today…” zagreus nodded in agreement, “of course. perhaps my room would be best for privacy?” you followed after the male with no further questions, trying to decipher where it would be best to start.

the two of you sat atop zagreus’ bed, the mattress bouncing ever so slightly to accommodate for the new weight. the silence didn’t feel as unnerving as before, thanks to the prince of hell’s presence. you were glad you had found a confidant and amazing friend in him.

“well… to start, i guess i…” you paused, inhaling then exhaling to organize your thoughts. “i have feelings for meg, romantically.” zagreus blinked in surprise, looking down at you. “i don’t know what to do next, zag. she’s practically unreachable. any time i see her, i want to approach her but i’m just so…” “nervous?” zagreus finished for you. “yes, nervous. that.” you fell back onto the bed with a grunt, staring up at the ceiling in disdain. the bed shifted as zagreus laid beside you, his head propped up by his hand.

“if you don’t mind me asking, zag, how did you approach than?” a nervous chuckle left the male, the flame-colored wreath atop his head shifting ever so slightly as he moved to look at the headboard. “i don’t mean to sound… generic, but all i really did was be myself.” he began. “aside from the fact that we’re childhood friends, all i really did was figure out what he liked, what he didn’t like. then, i just went from there.” at his words, you went silent.

if you started from there, perhaps you would have a chance to find out more on meg. you looked to zagerus with a faint smile, “thank you, zag. and don’t worry about sounding too generic, you… you’ve helped more than you know.” you nodded firmly, watching a smile grow on zagreus’ face. “you’re welcome, i’m glad i could be of assistance… but really, that quick?” he questioned, a brow raised as he moved to sit up once you did.

“yeah, i want to find meg, see if… i can muster up the courage to talk to her.” zagreus placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “that’s a great start, but remember not to get ahead of yourself. things like this take time and patience.” he warned. “right. time and patience.” you huffed, standing to head out of his room. the prince trailed after you, the two of you heading into the dining hall. unfortunately, nyx was nowhere to be seen, so you couldn’t greet the primordial goddess on the way.

a few shades lingered about the mess hall, some seated at tables and chattering amongst each other on how they died and the works. not too far, deusa was humming to herself as she gently dusted at a ledge. “deusa,” zagreus called from behind you, the gorgon jumping with a chirp-like hiss as she turned around. “p-prince zagreus!” she squeaked, also calling your name shortly after. “done with your chores already? maybe i should learn a thing or two from you…” the snake huffed in defeat, her eyes flitting over to zagreus. “oh- i also washed your sheets with the detergent you like! i-um… hope you enjoy it, prince zagreus.” she rambled. shortly after, the gorgon floated upwards, disappearing to carry on with her duties around the house of hades. “yes, thank you deusa. i’ll… be seeing you then.” the two of you moved on, the prince gently nudging you at the sight of a specific fury nursing a drink.

she stood alone, her whip holstered. on her face she wore a small scowl. “ah, must not be in the best of moods because of earlier…” zagreus winced, looking to you with worry written on his face. you shook your head, “nothing i can’t handle zag, besides, there’s a warrant on your head, not mine.” you jested lightly, earning a soft chuckle from the male. “true that. well, it’s best you go alone then. i’ll watch from afar.”

your heart hammered in your chest as you looked to meg, the fury sensing your stare shortly after. with narrowed eyes, she locked onto zagreus. you watched her face twist into a sneer, “tch.” she scoffed, setting her cup down. eventually, she looked to you. you could only hope she couldn’t hear your racing heart. “zagreus and the new godling. to what do i owe the displeasure?”

you and zagreus shared a look, the prince giving a small nod. “zageus was… just on his way, and i wanted to check in on you.” you told the fury, stepping forward to stand before her. meg raised a brow, “to… check in on me?” she repeated slowly, a hint of confusion laced in her voice. behind you, zagreus departs with a few pats on your back and he mouths a ‘good luck’ to you.

“yeah- er, yes. you looked like you were in a bad mood so…” you trailed off, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. your gaze slowly drifted to the ground. meg eyed you up and down for a moment, a long sigh leaving the woman as she turned to take another sip from her drink. “i’m… fine. zagreus just- eugh, the nerve of that prince irks me.” she seethed, shaking her head. you chuckled softly, waving to the shade behind the counter for a drink of your own.

“that sounds like a light way of putting it.” you murmured, thanking the shade-chef with a nod. the sweet taste of nectar soothed you, meg watching as you drank the gold-colored liquid. “well, i’m all ears for whatever you’d like to talk about.” you told her now, looking at the fury with a kind smile. she blinked a few times before nodding, “thanks…” meg murmured. she stared at her drink for a moment before glancing back over to you.

perhaps you wouldn’t be as bad as she thought you would be.

#bee's writing #hades #hades game #hades supergiant #thanatos hades #zagreus hades #zagreus #meg hades #zagreus x reader #zagreus x thanatos #meg x reader

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smallraindrops-blog · 2 years

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Hear me out hear me out… Achilles and Patroclus x reader 😳 just two husbands reuniting with their third

Covered in stardust.

Achilles x Patroclus x male!reader

Word count: 3.2

Warning: implied sexuality and non-sexual intimacy, talk of war, death.

Notes: hey, thank you so much for your patience! I hope you guys like this! I never wrote a poly fic before so I hope I did it right!

It starts as it always does.

With a single spark.

You stared out at the gentle beauty of Elysium and wondered what the exact amount of oil it would take to burn it all down.

Unable to bear the sight of it, you turned away with a sigh.

Only to hear quick footsteps heading your way.

You looked down from your perch on a large boulder and blinked in surprise. A young man was staring up at you, burnt footsteps trailed behind him. A very faint red aura followed him as well. You and him stared each other down for a long moment, taking in the sight.

“Wait-“ he spoke, pointing a finger at you. His brow was furrow and he stepped closer. “I think I know who you are.”

You said nothing, only raising an eyebrow. You haven’t spoken in years and you won't start now.

“You were one of the greatest strategists to ever live!” He beamed at you, putting his hand on his hip, his sword on his shoulder.

For a moment, a single moment but you didn’t see the dark hair man before you but one with bright blue eyes and an easy grin.

“I didn’t realize you would be here. But I am glad to finally meet you.” He said, pulling you back. You scoffed but it seemed the young man didn’t need a single word from you.

“My name is Zagreus.” He said.

The prince. Of course. You have heard about him, even seen faint trails of smoke from the battlefields. Lord Hades had put out an order to all capable shades to put a stop to the prince’s ransacking of his domain.

You had decided to ignore it.

When you continued to stay silent, Zagreus frowned and stepped back. “Sorry for bothering you, sir.”

You only shrugged and turned away, listening to his footsteps fade away.

The memory lingered, and for a second you thought you felt an arm around your waist, dark eyes glancing up at you. A soft smile to contrast the bright smile.

Moon and sun, forever in obit with each other. And far from your reach.

You covered your face with a trembling hand.

Fool. God damn fool

You landed on your back against the ground and you stared up at Patroclus in shock.

From his place on the log, Achilles tossed his head back and laughed.

You scoffed and tried to jerk away but Patroclus had you pinned under him. Patroclus moved your wrists above your head, holding them easily in his hands. He smirked down at you, his dark eyes sparkling in amusement and you scowled at him past your blush.

You rolled your head to look at Achilles who was flushed from the wine and the heat of the campfire. He grinned at you, and rested his chin on his palm. He looked far too pleased with the current events.

“What have you been teaching him, Achilles?” You snapped, embarrassment warming even the tips of your ears. You used to be the one who won the fights against Patroclus and you always lost to Achilles.

It was how it always went. Even when all three of you were young boys under Chiron’s care.

Now something had changed, Patroclus had won. And you were the one in the dirt.

Achilles blinked, then slowly his grin turned into a smirk and he stood up. “Would you like to know?”

You blinked, your blush becoming worse and tried to think of something to say to that. You heard a soft chuckle from Patroclus, “Be nice, Achilles.”

With careful steps in the grass, he made his way over to you and Patroclus. He glowed in the firelight, his golden hair spilling over his shoulder as he kneeled beside you.

Your heart raced at the look he gave you then he looked at Patroclus, his face softening. There was a moment of silence between the two, words you swore you could almost hear.

Something in the air grew thick and heady but you didn’t understand. Was too scared to understand.

Then Patroclus leaned down, his dark hair brushing your cheek. You swallowed, unable to look away from him. Achilles was eye-catching but gods, Patroclus was always just as beautiful to you. He was the moonlight to Achilles’ sunlight.

His eyes were dark, darker than void and you felt so exposed.

“Patroclus.” Your voice came out as a cracked whisper.

His lips found yours and you gasped against his mouth. His lips moved against your, the kiss gentle and chaste but you felt like you were burning alive. You returned the kiss, keeping the pressure just as gentle.

You heard a faint sigh from Achilles, it sounded almost worshipful. Like a man getting his first drink of water.

The kiss between you and Patroclus broke, and you stared up at him. Patroclus smiled and one of his hands slid up to interlaced with your fingers. You knew he could feel how badly you were trembling.

Then Achilles took your other hand, copying Patroclus. You looked toward him and he leaned down as well.

Where Patroclus’ kiss had been coaxing, Achilles’ kiss was claiming. Sharp and hot like the sun. His other hand tangled in your hair, moving your head enough to deepen the kiss. You whimpered and tried to meet Achilles but all you could was tighten your hold on their hands, and try not to lose yourself.

In the firelight, the stars found each other, three pieces becoming whole.

Zagreus had found you again.

Only this time, he was bloody and moving more slowly. You frowned with a flicker of concern in your chest. Zagreus offered you a weak grin, and slumped against the boulder. He slided down, closing his eyes.

“I have to ask for more of your forgiveness.” He said, trying to sound jovial. “I just need a moment of rest and I will be on my way.”

You moved so you could better stare down at him. Not only did he look more beat up, he also had a different aura, a soft pink this time.

“Your aura is different.” You said, voice rough from the lack of speaking for… years? Centuries? You didn’t even know.

Zagreus jerked in surprise then his smile came out in full force on his bloody face. “So, you do talk!” With a grunt, he twisted and looked up at you. “And yes, this time I have been blessed by Aphrodite. Ah, but I am not quite as skilled with her gifts.”

Goddess of love. You almost said her blessings may be more of a curse but you held your tongue. There was a chance the goddess might hear your unkind words.

You stared down at the young man, even bloody and pitiful as he looked right now, there was a determination burning in him.

Two sets of eyes, dark and blue, stared up at you. Young and beautiful and ready for anything.

“Tell me about what she gifted you with.” You ordered him.

“Wait, are you really going to help me?” Zagreus asked.

“If you don’t wish for my help-“ you said but was interrupted by a head shake from Zagreus.

“No, please. I can use all the help I can get.” Zagreus stood, and squared his shoulders. He looked like a prince once more.

Quickly as he could, he began telling you everything. You listened, chess pieces moving in your mind once more. It felt good.

You felt like yourself for the first time in a long time.

You stared up at the tent’s roof, and felt a pang of homesickness. It had been only two years of this damn war and you were ready to take Achilles and Patroclus and run away from all this.

But, you thought with a twist of your mouth, it didn’t work the first time.

Patroclus was asleep, his head on your shoulders, facing away from you. His legs tangled with yours. His hand on Achilles’ chest as if he needed reassurance that Achilles was still alive even in his sleep. Maybe that was what prompted Achilles to speak up.

“I didn’t mean to.” He said softly, his blue eyes on Patroclus’ exhausted face then he looked at you.

It was a shared trait you and Achiles had, making Patroclus worry even without meaning to. Without Patroclus, you and Achilles were more like flames. Self destructive to the point of ruin.

Today was a good example of that. Thank gods for Patroclus.

“I didn’t exactly help matters.” You whispered, holding that beautiful sky blue gaze over Patroclus’ head. Achilles gave a small crooked smile then it dropped.

“I wish we never left Chiron’s.” He whispered bitterly. “We were so happy there.”

Careful as not to wake Patroclus, you held out your hand and Achilles reached for you, interlacing his fingers with yours. You gave it a squeeze.

“We will all return someday, I promise.” You told him, glancing at Patroclus. You felt the rage in you soften just a bit.

Achilles was quiet, his own eyes were Patroclus as well. Then he returned the squeeze, prompting you to look at him. His face was unusually serious, his mouth thinned.

“Promise me this instead, if anything happens to me, you will take care of Patroclus.” Achilles said.

You opened your mouth to argue but he squeezed your hand again. “Just please. I know you don’t think the prophecy is real or that there is a way around it and maybe there is. But just in case there isn't, let me have some peace and tell me that you and he will take care of each other.”

You swallowed, “Achilles. You know you don’t have to ask me or Patroclus that.”

Achilles nodded, his mouth still tight. You knew he needed to hear it.

“I will die before I let anything happen to him. I will make sure he will never go without. Do you understand me?” You said, and Achilles’ face relaxed, and he looked so much like that beautiful boy you remembered that it made your chest ache.

“Thank you.” Achilles whispered, leaning over and pressing a kiss against your fingers. His other hand covered Patroclus’. “Thank you.”

This time Zagreus had cuts on his arm but he looked far better. His steps were much faster than you remembered and thought, ‘Good. He took my words into consideration.’

This time, a golden aura followed him. Something about the darkness of his hair among the gold made your throat tighten.

Zagreus gave you a nervous grin and you narrowed your eyes at him. You waited for him to speak first.

He cleared his throat, “I just want to say thanks.”

You were quiet for a moment, fingers tapping your knee. “But?” You said when Zagreus said nothing else.

He took a deep breath. “Good sir, I must ask you this. Does the name Patroclus mean anything to you?”

Your eyes widened, you didn’t realize that Zagreus would even know him, let alone say his name to you.

“Or Achilles?” He added hopefully.

“Leave.” You ordered harshly. “Now.”

“But I just want to-“

“Now.”

Patroclus dabbed at your stitched up wound with a damp cloth. His dark hair pulled away from his face in a ponytail. And if you weren’t in such pain right now, you would lean over to kiss and nip at his neck.

You glanced down at your ribcage, where the arrow had previously buried itself into your flesh. It was the skilled hands of Patroclus that had taken it out without too much damage.

“Achilles told me what you did.” He said quietly. His tone was carefully neutral but you winced. You knew that tone just as well Achilles did, you were in trouble.

“He is a tattletale.” You tried to joke but the cool look Patroclus shot you made you quiet down. You sighed, and looked away. Patroclus’s hand cupped your cheek and turned you back to him.

His face softened, the candlelight danced on his face. The darkness of his eyes still made you feel so exposed and even years later, it still made your cheeks warm.

“You can’t keep getting hurt like this.” Patroclus said, “You are so brilliant and you try to save everyone but yourself. Why do you think you are an acceptable loss?”

You took a sharp -and painful- breath, you weren’t expecting such words from him. Then you slumped, Achilles would rage and even break stuff to show his emotions, unable to find the words. Patroclus had always been able to cut straight to the heart. Really, you shouldn't be so surprised.

“Because if you and Achilles are alive and safe, then it is worth it.” You said quietly. Patroclus was quiet then leaned forward to pressed his forehead against yours.

“Not to us, it isn’t. Your life is worth more than you know.” Patroclus said, his voice breaking. “We thought…”

“I’m sorry.” You said, reaching up to cup the back of his neck. The feeling of his pulse against your fingertip calmed you down. You and him lingered there, then the tent flap opened and Achilles stepped in.

He looked beaten down but upon seeing you and Patroclus, he smiled.

He tossed his helmet aside and came over. You and Patroclus opened an arm toward him, wrapping around him when he was close enough.

Unable to help yourself, you spoke up. “You got me in trouble with Patroclus.”

Patroclus sighed, “Really?” and Achilles chucked, “Revenge for telling him about what I said to Odysseus’ face.”

You scoffed at him. It took a few minutes, between Achilles getting undressed and your wound, but eventually all three of you found a comfortable spot in bed together.

Patroclus blew out the candle and rejoined by your side. Achilles was already asleep on your other side, his mouth pressed against your shoulder. Patroclus kissed your cheek before he settled next to you, being careful of your injury.

Sleep didn’t come for you yet, even bone tired as you were. Holding these two men, loving them felt like the most natural thing in the world to you.

You closed your eyes as guilt welled up in you again. If something happened to Patroclus, you and Achilles would burn each other alive. And it was impossible to imagine Patroclus without Achilles, it would be like a sunrise with no sun.

If you could just keep them both alive, prophecy be damn, then it will be alright.

Because if something had to be sacrificed then wouldn’t it be better that it was you?

You would give everything up for them.

Even your own life.

“I don’t care if you are mad at me, sir. You are going to let me talk.” Zagreus announced when he came to your spot again. You glared at him, and he wilted just a little.

Then in a stubborn jut of his jaw that made you want to laugh because you have seen that same look on Achilles’ face before, he actually tried to climb the boulder.

Because you were a petty bastard, you used a single finger on his forehead to push him back down. Only to Zagreus to grab your wrist and pull you down with him.

You grunted and shoved him away as you picked yourself up off the ground. You dusted yourself off then grabbed him by his tunic when he got up.

“What exactly were you thinking?” You snapped and Zagreus met your glare head on.

“What I am thinking is that I see three people who all desperately miss each other but won’t talk to each other. And I don’t understand why!” Zagreus yelled and he looked nearly ready to cry. “I mean I understand what it's like to have two people out of reach because of your own mistakes but at least I try damnit!”

Zagrues panted harshly as you stared in shock. Your hands loosen enough to let him take a step back. You watched him straighten his tunic and Zagreus sighed.

“I have a message for you.” Zagreus said. “Are you going to listen to me?”

You wanted to turn away and maybe go drown yourself in the river Lethe and forget you ever existed. But that would mean also forgetting Patroclus and Achilles. You couldn’t do that even if you wanted to.

“Yes.” You said quietly.

“Patroclus told me to tell you and Achilles the same thing. ‘To risk it all.’” Zagreus said just as quietly.

Of course, it was Patroclus. Always straight to the heart.

“I don’t know everything about what happened, but I do know they miss you.” Zagreus said, “I know Sir Achilles always looks so sad when I talk about you and Patroclus. I saw the same look on Patroclus’s face too. And right now, I see it on your face.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing.” You told him, “I let my own arrogance lead me to ruin.”

“Arrogance or love?” Zagreus countered. “Because from what I heard about you, you sounded like you were trying to save everyone. Everyone but yourself.”

Your mouth clink shut, then you smiled faintly. “Patroclus?” You asked.

“Achilles, sir. I think you should talk to them.” Zagreus said.

You nodded, a knot forming your throat. “Thank you.”

“You can thank me after you talk to them.”

You had your back on Achilles’ chest, Patroclus in your arms as all three stared into the campfire. The moon was full in the sky, the Milky Way bright and gleaming.

“So, all three of us?” Achilles said and you heard the hopeful tone in his voice. He sounded so young to you. His hand found yours and the other found Patroclus’.

Patroclus looked up at you and him, his dark eyes thoughtful and beautiful. Then he took your other hand, connecting the loop. Patroclus didn’t have to say anything, you and Achilles already knew his answer

You were quiet for a moment. You tried to imagine never knowing them but it would be like looking up to the sky and never seeing the moon or the sun or the stars.

To know them, to love them was something so infinite you thought maybe you always did.

“All three of us.” You agreed. The simple words settled into your very being, and weaved into the tapestry of fate.

You stood on the path, unable to take a step forward. You heard the sound of running water, gentle and sweet among the greenery.

You tried to listen for a familiar voice, or a laugh but all there was silence. You were used to silence, even took comfort in it. Or used to. Now you might give up your limbs to have a familiar voice guide you.

You took another step forward then another. If nothing else, you might as well keep moving forward.

It was only when you saw the path change just ever so slightly, when the running water got louder that hope grew in you. When you turned around the corner, you froze.

The whole area was filled with light, and the river Lethe flowed through. It was a beautiful place but that wasn’t what caught your attention.

Two people stood holding each other, one golden and bright and the dark and beautiful. They looked like a painting. Unreal and untouchable. And you suddenly took a step back, stepping on a nosy leaf.

Achilles and Patroclus both looked up, their faces hopeful. Gods, they looked as beautiful as you remembered.

“It’s you.” Achilles said, a smile blooming on his face. Patroclus was quiet, but you saw his nervousness and hopefulness. It was a mirror of your own face.

“It’s me.” You said softly.

It was Patroclus who took the first step toward you then he hurried to you, Achilles but a step behind. You met them in the middle, arms wrapping around each and it was impossible to tell who was who.

It was Achilles who kissed you first then Patroclus who kissed you afterwards.

You laughed with them, meeting them again and again.

You felt whole.

Like the universe had returned to as it should be.

And you were home again.

#Fanfic #x reader #self insert #hades games

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ao3feed-hadesgame · 2 years

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LocalSpiderBoy's Kinktober 2022

by localspiderboy

This is where my collection of kinktober fics will be going.

Words: 509, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English

Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), Loki (TV 2021), Shameless (US), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Umbrella Academy (TV), Stranger Things (TV 2016), Hades (Video Game 2018), The Arcana (Visual Novel), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), The Quarry (Video Game), Grey's Anatomy, Venom (Marvel Movies), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Peter Parker, Ian Gallagher, Lip Gallagher, Fiona Gallagher, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Mark Sloan, Derek Shepherd, Eddie Brock, Venom, Zagreus (Hades Video Game), Thanatos (Hades Video Game), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Klaus Hargreeves, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Spencer Reid, Bucky Barnes, Dabi, Billy Loomis, Dylan Lenivy, Max Brinly, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Loki (Marvel), Joel (The Last of Us), Diego Hargreeves

Relationships: X Reader - Relationship, X Male Reader - Relationship, x gn reader - Relationship, x fem reader - Relationship, Peter Parker x Reader, ian gallagher x reader, Lip Gallagher x Reader, fiona gallgher x reader, Frank Castle x Reader, Matt Murdock x reader, foggy nelson x reader - Relationship, derek sheperd x reader, Eddie Brock x Reader - Relationship, Spencer Reid x Reader

Additional Tags: Kinktober

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42074598

#Hades (Game)#fanfic #ao3feed #Hades

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frenchbreads-writing · 3 years

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Token of Appreciation|{Zagreus}

This originally was only going to be 800 words but I have no self control and my sleep schedule is ruined so this happened. I hope you guys enjoy this, I know its different from my usual bnha stuff so I just hope y’all don’t mind.

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Zagreus x Male Reader

Words: 1.3k (1,308)

Warning(s): mentions of death

Requests: Open

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The rough texture of stone and the sting of Asphodel's heated air on Zagreus's face was the last thing he felt as the hydra landed the final blow.

The world around him went dark, as it usually did and the darkness embraced him.

He had no more death defiance’s remaining, so he waited for the all too familiar splash of the blood-red waters of the River Styx to envelop him.

To have him wake up inside of his home, the House of Hades, making him face his father again after yet another failed attempt at escaping.

But the unnaturally cold waters never touched him.

Instead, a warmth embraced him. One that warmed his soul and soothed his aching heart.

It was a stark contrast to the blistering heat of Asphodel that nipped at Zagreus like the teeth of the three-headed Cerberus as he made his way across the bubbling rivers of magma.

He felt at peace as he lay suspended in the area between death and resurrection.

This wasn’t the first time he felt this warmth.

His wounds forgotten, he embraced the familiar gentle tides of peace and tranquillity that washed over him.

A hand reached out of the darkness and cupped his cheek.

“Zagreus.” A familiar deep gentle voice called out to him. “My love, open your eyes.”

Doing as he was told, Zagreus was met with the sight of you.

Your silk toga draped elegantly over your frame with such beauty that it would put Aphrodite to shame, the jewelry that Zagreus himself gifted you, could not shine nearly as bright as your eyes, the eyes that held knowledge he could not even hope to fathom. They pierced his bi-colored orbs and filled him with awe.

He would never get used to your heavenly aspect.

“Hello, handsome.” Zagreus muttered.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed pulling away from him.

“Even when you’ve just died you’re still as charming as always.”

Zagreus laughed and reached up, took your hand from his face, brought it to his lips, and placed a kiss to the back. He then leaned in and captured your lips in a gentle kiss.

You were the first one to pull away pressing your foreheads together.

“I’ve missed you, (Y/N).”

“I’ve missed you too, my prince.”

He shook his head and laughed.

“I’ve told you to stop calling me that.”

You chuckled in response.

The two of you held each other relishing in the other’s warmth.

“The gods of Olympus have not stopped talking about you.”

He hummed in a questioning manner.

“Have they?”

You nodded

“Yes, they’re excited that you’ve decided to join them up on Olympus.” You paused for a moment. “I wonder how they’ll react when they realize that you won’t be joining them.”

He looked away, cringing at the thought of how his Olympic family will fare with the news of his deception.

“I’ll… get to that when it happens.”

The two of you went back into silence.

Though you used this moment to get a good look at Zagreus.

He had many injuries from his many battles in Tartarus and Asphodel. Having only a few chances to rest and even fewer chances to heal his wounds. He looked utterly exhausted.

Pulling back, you looked down at your intertwined hands with furrowed brows.

“My prince, how I wish you would end this rebellion, I don’t think I can bear to watch you go through so much pain and suffering.” You let your shoulders slump. “Especially when I cannot be there to protect you.”

His gaze lowered for a moment before rising back to look at your face.

“I know, but you know why I must do this.”

He pulled his hands free of yours, cupping your face, making you meet his eyes.

“I cannot waste the rest of my life, trapped in this dreadful place any longer, and if I must fight the entire kingdom of the dead to escape, then so be it.”

You stayed silent before letting out a deep breath.

“I knew you would say that.”

You straightened up.

“That is why I will continue to do whatever I can to help guide you on your journey.”

The two of you stared into each other’s eyes a mutual understanding written in your eyes.

The moment was then interrupted by a lapse in your sphere of peace when Zagreus hissed in pain as his wounds began to regain their sting.

“It appears our time here has come to an end.”

“It appears so.” He hissed. “I will miss you, my love.”

You leaned in and pressed your lips against his and hugged him close to your chest.

“I will miss you too.”

You felt him become lighter and lighter until he fazed right through your arms.

You watched as he fell into the spectral waters of the River Styx. His form becoming obscured by the blood-red waters until he was no longer visible.

“Goodbye, Zagreus until we meet again, my love.”

Zagreus awakened in the entrance hall of the House of Hades.

He climbed out of the river and sighed.

All of his blessings have been purged in the process of dying and he’s back home. Though he should be used to it by now he can’t get rid of the slight disappointment that gnaws at him.

He made his way down the dimly lit hall, passing by shades waiting in line in front of Hades. He walked until he approached the snoozing form of Hypnos, the god of sleep.

Said god startled awake when Zagreus approached.

“Huh? Oh, hey Zagreus, killed by a hydra this time? That sucks, ya know the heads of the hydra creep me out big time I’m glad I don’t have to be anywhere near them, I feel bad for the suckers who make the mistake of getting too close.”

Zagreus listened to the gods rambling.

“Uh-huh, lucky you.”

Hypno dismissively waved his hand.

“I didn’t mea- wait, what’s that?”

Zagreus raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

Hypnos pointed to something on his chest.

He looked down and saw a gold necklace hanging from his neck.

“That’s new, where did that come from?” Zagreus asked as he hooked a finger around the chain. The metal felt unnaturally warm.

“Beats me, but if you don’t mind I think I should get back to work.”

He nodded and stepped away.

Turning on his heel, he would have to pass by his father to get back to his room.

Taking in a breath, he held his head up high and began walking.

He felt his father's gaze burning into him the entire way, but he did not utter a word.

Zagreus entered his room, immediately heading to the large mirror gifted to him by Nyx, using it to get a clearer look at the necklace.

The pendant at the end of the necklace is in the shape of a skull, with a small heart-shaped diamond embedded in the forehead.

He racked his brain for where it came from.

It wasn’t there the last time he visited the mirror and he hasn’t received any more keepsakes from anyone recently.

He stared at it before it clicked in his mind.

The pendant. It was the same one that you adorned on a necklace that you wore before he had gifted you a new one.

He smiled at his reflection. He felt the familiar soothing warmth softly emanating from it.

He reached up and lightly clutched it to his chest.

“Thank you, my love. I’ll treasure it.”

He felt the necklace pulse in his hand.

With a determined look, he made his way through the courtyard and stood at his window preparing to exit.

“(Y/N), my love, guide me.”

The necklace pulsed it’s warmth once more in response.

He took a deep breath and jumped, prepared to fight through hell once more.

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mlmdarkfiction · 3 years

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pwease consider: zag unintentionally recreating the haes/persephone myth when he falls in love with a human on the surface - but since he can't stay up there with them, he kidnaps them to bring to hades

GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT.

I hope any of the surface stuff isn’t wrong or incorrect, although I’ve fought Hades many times I’ve yet to actually beat him yet so...

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“You’re so funny, Zagreus.”

“Haha...Yeah.”

He watches your sleeping form in deep contemplation. You don’t believe him, and he doesn’t really blame you.

To a mortal, his story, everything he’s been through, it must seem incredibly fake.

He should probably sleep too. Stop the thoughts going through his brain.

But he doesn’t want to sleep. Not now.

Not when he’s on the surface and he can spend time with you, spend time watching you.

There’ll be time to sleep when he’s dead. When he’s sent back to the house.

When you’re not there with him.

The thought alone is hard to bear. He knows the two of you will be separated soon enough.

You’re a mortal.

A living, breathing, living mortal.

He knows he can’t stay here forever, and to bring you with him…

It isn’t fair.

And he’d not see you again unless you died.

That isn’t fair.

When he left, when he had to leave, you wouldn’t even believe him.

You’d think he lied.

That he’d been lying about everything.

That he’d played with your heart to get you into bed, and then left.

That he’d never cared about you at all.

That’s the real lie, because Zagreus loves you.

His short time on the surface with you had convinced him of that much.

He was utterly in love with you, and struggling to imagine what life would be like without you there.

There was a solution.

One he’s not too proud of.

It’s true not many mortals had managed to make their way through his Father’s domain, but they also didn’t have him to carry them through.

After all...Zagreus had come and gone multiple times through the underworld. He could carry you back to his fathers house easily.

Dealing with his father would...be the more trying issue.

But for now...Zagreus doesn’t see another choice.

He gathers your sleeping form in his arms.

He doubts you’ll sleep the whole way back, but...if you wake up as he carries you past the River Styx maybe you’ll begin to believe him.

“Zag you’re back! That’s weird the list doesn’t say-” Hypnos is struck silent as he looks from the list to the sleeping man in Zagreus’ arms.

“You have um- You’re carrying-”

The Sleep God is unable to speak through his awkward anxiety, he instead just goes quiet.

Zagreus doesn’t say anything in return either at first, just nods.

“I’ll just be heading to my room then.”

He’ll have to pass his father. He sees him at his desk.

Hades hasn’t noticed Zagreus yet. Too focused on the story a shade is telling him wanting an appeal.

Zag only wishes he had a cloak or something he could use to wrap around you, to hide you from his fathers gaze.

It seems it’s unneeded.

As he passes by his father, refusing to face him, he can feel the burning eyes on him as he passes by, but to his surprise his father says nothing.

Hades just waits, watching with a furrowed, worried brow, as Zagreus passes by.

And to Zagreus’ surprise it’s Nyx who stops him.

“My child…”

The worry is clear in her voice, eyes moving from Zagreus’ face to the sleeping man.

“Are you sure about this?”

It pains her in a way to see the past repeating in such a way, even if she knew it was going to happen thanks to the Fates.

It is Nyx that makes him question his actions for real.

If she is questioning him...surely he is doing something wrong, but…

“Nyx, I love him.”

She simply nods.

She had promised to support Zagreus, her child but not, even now.

#Hades Imagines #Zagreus x Reader #Zagreus/Reader #Zagreus #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere reader insert #yandere fiction #Yandere Zagreus #ZagreusxReader #Hades Reader Insert #male reader #male imagines #male reader insert #male x reader #gay imagines #gay reader insert

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underworldreaderinserts · 3 years

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May I ask if you have a to-do-list?

Of course! I currently have 12 works in my drafts that I’m working on, I’d say.. the furthest piece along would be at about 60% finished.

The requests I’m working on, in no particular order, is:

✧ Thanatos/Reader/Zagreus in a threesome of questionable location

✧ A slow-burn Zagreus with a reader on the surface living with Persephone (much like my one request)

✧ Small drabbles of Zagreus and Hermes with a soft dom/service top fem!reader

✧ An AFAB GN!reader with a service top!Zagreus

✧ Hypnos crushing on a human who popped out of the River of Styx

✧ Theseus x Servant!Reader x Asterius ft. mild NSFW👀

✧ Oral from Zagreus on all genders

✧ S0mnophilia with Hypnos

✧ Asterius with Reader ft. Theseus who was trying to get the two together and didn’t realize it’s just a huge poly relationship

✧ General NSFW headcanons with Charon (specific with a male reader)

✧ BDSM Ares

✧ Alpha!Ares NSFW

I hope this was what you’re looking for, Anon!♡ Edit: oof that’s a lot of NSFW-- -- Ryan

#Omegaverse

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slayerkid · 1 year

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I'll be your Shade | Zagreus x shade!Reader chapter 3 update

Chapter 3 of my fic is out now! Which you can check it out here!

Been a while since I had time to update the fic so I'm glad that I finally was able to post it last night!

Chapter 3 Summary:

The hooded shade's first day on the job was quiet the day. But at least they get to pet the dog.

For those of you who for the first time are hearing about this fanfic, here's the overall summary

I'll be your Shade overall summary:

A shade with no recollection of their memories from when they were alive. With nothing better to do, and unable to pay the toll to take a boat ride across the Styx river, they wander around the underworld till they come across new friends. Especially a certain prince of the Underworld! Will they befriend him and possibly be a wholesome part of a polycule? Regardless, they shall be supportive of the prince! (Ongoing)

A Zagreus x (any gender) reader centric

Chapter 1 can be read here!

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a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5 · 1 year

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Um hello I'm alive lol

I have no idea who I'm really talking to because I don't have a lot of followers but I want to get back into writing and since I posted it here, I wanted to reintroduce myself in some sort of way.

I'm gonna reformat this blog, rearrange some stuff, reestablish what I write for, all that. I've gained some interests, lost some, so I want to accommodate for that.

I'll be tagging this with things I plan to write for so if you feel so inclined and see this, please don't be afraid to send me a request maybe? I'd greatly appreciate it

Anyway, I dont actually think anyone's really gonna see this but you never know I guess

(Super big obey me bias rn though so I'm more inclined to write for that right now also i write male/gn reader stuff exclusively and will write polyam stuff and whole fic/drabbles/headcanons whatever)

#castlevania male reader #castlevania x male reader #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader #obey me male mc #obey me nightbringer #loz botw #loz #the legend of zelda #bowser x reader #bowser x male reader #male reader #hades game #hades x reader #hades x male reader #zagreus x reader #zagreus x male reader #polyamorous reader #from the heart

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myfeetkeepdancing · 3 years

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KoH!Tom x Male Reader Blurb

A/N: In the past few weeks I’ve been playing this game called Hades, and completely and utterly fell in love with Zagreus 😍 I mean... Look at him... I couldn’t help myself and envisioned Tom in such attire. And so this short blurb was born.

Forgive me! I can’t stop thinking about it! I’ll go back to regular content soon 😉

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Moist and warmth roll after you the moment you first set foot from underneath the shower. The colder air immediately nipping at your exposed skin. But nothing beats a refreshing warm shower to start the day. With a quick rinse of your towel, you slap around your waist and turn into your room. You open your wardrobe in search of underwear. It had to be there somewhere.

Rummaging through as you sense an odd tingle, a jolt shooting up along your spine. Something close to a shiver. But it wasn't the cold fresh air getting a grip on your naked body.

"Hmmm… That's a good look on you (Y/N)." A voice, somewhat deep and teasing, sounds behind you. Followed by a sinister chuckle. "I like it..."

"Holy-!" You jump scare, turning around on the balls of your heel, covering your mouth with one hand. Keeping you from blurting out any more. You blinked once, twice, and thrice. But your eyes didn't deceive you. "What the…?!" Your other hand caught the towel just in time. Taking a step backward, bumping into your wardrobe butt first. Almost letting the towel fall to the floor again.

A mischievous smile and eyes sparkling as you had never seen before stared directly into yours. It captivated you. The way he seated himself on the edge of your bed, with such calm and ease. Lounging like he owns the place. It's unnerving. "Yes…" He says, tilting his head to the side. "Yes… You should walk around like that more often." His smile broadened with contempt as he eyed your naked form, top to bottom.

"Wh-..." Your lips move, but no sounds come from your throat. It takes your mind a few seconds to comprehend what was happening and get yourself together. "How'd you get into my house?!" You ask, somewhat aggravated while shaking your head and trying to blink away the image before you. But to no avail. He was as real as they get. "Is this some kind of joke? Who the hell are you?"

"You don't recognize me?" He says, raising an eyebrow.

"No, of course I don't! If I would, I'd reacted differently!"

"That's fair." He nodded. "You know…" He grunted lightly. "I don't have much… time-..." Speaking with a slight interval in his sentence... "-...in this mortal realm of yours."

"Mortal… realm?" You reply, annoyed, eyeing the shirt from the corner of your eye. It lay crumpled together on the closet, within arm's length. "Speak up. You're freaking me the fuck out."

"(Y/N). I'm here with good intentions. Only took me some time, years actually-..." Raking his fingers absentmindedly through his hair. "-to find you." His smile was contagious. Something about it, the way he wanted your attention, it cooled your sudden anger. "You hid well (Y/N)."

"I didn't… I'm here. Always have been. Just... tell me what's going on. And… what are you wearing?" Eyeing the very much revealing attire he wore.

"I only need a little bit of your time." He pursed his lips into a small smile. "You can start by calling me Tom." The way he spoke his name had a certain ring to it. Like a tug at the back of your mind. A tingling running up your spine. A ring of familiarity. The way he looks at you, as if he's searching for a reaction. Your guts feel rearranged, entangled in something you haven't felt before. Your eyes are drawn to him. And the more you give your eyes the time to look. The more you want to. Something pulls you to him.

The man sitting in front of you was truly something. You had never seen anything quite like it before. He is broad, muscular, a physique you've only seen in the movies. The muscles were big and tempting to look at, the way they tensed and relaxed under his movement. The man himself wore not much more than you did. From his shoulder ran some sort of a robe—an unusual style of clothing. What you can see are two layers of cloth— both of stark contrast to one another yet satisfying to the eye: a deep dark crimson red and the other black, as dark as night. The black one covered most of his body. Its edges were ornated with a gray line and odd symbols. The second red layer sat atop the black one. Both running slanted from the shoulder downwards to the belt, covering half his chest and stomach. It ended up tucked underneath the belt, and the remaining of the cloth covered his waist and that which sat beneath. He wore no pants, nor shoes. He is just like you… scarcely dressed.

This clothing reminded you of the Greeks and their Gods. The robes hang loosely from his figure, thus showing a lot of his physique. This much skin, bare and about, was confronting at first. And you can't help but stare. It all fitted so well together. The lines, curves, and shapes all coalesce together perfectly. He's like one of those statues you see in a museum. He's stunning. Perfection. In every possible way. Sculpted like, through, and by the Gods themselves. His chest is big, with one pec in the open. Down that smooth and galant line of his robe showed the smooth ridges and valleys of muscles. It displayed much, and the man seemed to hold his physique with pride and confidence. As he slowly leaned to the other side, giving you more to look at what was hiding underneath. It's breathtaking to gaze upon.

You only notice as you try to peel your eyes off of him. The room itself seemed darker, intensifying the colors he somehow emitted. You don't understand any of it at all. But it draws your eye. And it keeps your attention. It's so random, and yet… satisfying to watch. Your eyes slide upwards to the source of light, past the exposed collarbones and strong neck leading to his head.

It illuminated the small space surrounding him. A hue of orange, yellow and red cast upon the wall, dancing like flames. There was no draft in the room. Yet small laurels, ember bright and glowing, detached from the wreath that wrapped around his hair. Once detached, it twirled up into the air and slowly burned out like a cinder from a fire—curling and twisting into itself before disappearing into thin air.

"Did something caught your eye?" He taunts with a seducing twist in his voice. "Is it my clothing?" Running his hand along the lining, down from his hip to his shoulder. The way he did was almost like a tease. As his hand ended up at his shoulder, he pulled the cloth back into position. It looked regal again. Almost official. Yet it felt like foreplay. You wanted to see more. It's as if he knew. "Or what's underneath?" He continued with a grin spreading across his face.

"I… don't know." You stammered, licking your lips nervously. Feeling your cheeks color with blushes. "I haven't… seen something… or someone… like this… before." Your heart raced inside your cavity. Blood pressure rising. "I'm pretty sure…"

"Take a good look." He leaned forward, allowing the cloth to slowly slide from his shoulder again. Giving you more to absentminded gaze at again. "You had something similar." Reaching underneath the layered fabric to scratch his chest, breaking your line of sight. In response, shooting your eyes back into his. "But I've always preferred this…" Eyeing your bare naked body again.

With two fingers, he dismissively gestures towards the shirt you were reaching for. But completely forgot once your eyes and mind were occupied elsewhere. "No need for that."

You jerk your head towards the shirt as it spontaneously bursts into raging flames. Consuming it at a rapid pace. You release a yelp, afraid the fire might catch something else. But within a blink or two, the shirt had burned up without affecting the rest. The ashes dwindling away from existence with a gust of sudden air out of nowhere. "Wh-...?"

"You look mighty fine as is." He said. "I suggest you don't open any drawers for... more clothing." He groans again, holding his midriff, trying to get himself together. "Now…" He continued with his dark seducing voice. "Did something come back to you? When you… looked."

"Holy shit… !" You curse loudly. "Y-Your… You're some kind of… God?"

"Something like that." He smirked. "But far from holy." Rising to his feet with his arms hanging beside him. He seemed to be on the short side, but now you finally got to see the whole picture. The real proportions and volume of his muscle now really began to show. His abs and chest. Veins running on his lower arms. "Think (Y/N)." He pressed on. Pulling you from your daydreaming again. "Can you remember anything?" He actually looked menacing. As he stood up, the belt around his waist came into view. Panic suddenly hits you as you notice various white stones with carved smiling skulls depicted on his belt.

"No-No-No!" You hold out one hand, trying to keep him at bay. While the other barely held the towel in place and your back pressed against the wardrobe. "I… I don't remember! Please!? I don't! Please?! J-Just… just leave me be!"

"(Y/N)..." The way your name rolled from his mouth. With such calm and coolness. The way he carried himself, step by step. Careful and slowly. "Nothings going to happen to you. On the contrary..." He said, stepping even closer to you. "I'm going to help you." His voice had a peaceful and reasonable tone. You automatically lower your arm as he comes in reach. Something withholds you from touching him.

"I… don't… W-With what...? With what... are you going to help?" You feel your hairs rise, the air stock in your throat. He was so close.

"You..." He hesitated for a moment. Clearly rethinking what he was about to say. "I need... you back…" His breathing got hampered. "And it's… Please… (Y/N)...Nnggh…" he groaned as he averted his eyes. His entire body shook for a moment before returning his gaze. "Listen…" Taking one final step forward. Making the whole conversation up close and personal. "My time here is… s-short… and I want you to show something." His eyes draw you in. You hang to each and every word that falls from his lips. So close, he's even more impressive to look at.

"I… I... don't understand..." You stammer, watching him with big eyes. "I've always been here… And… never knew you?" With every fleeting moment of silence, and your eyes captivated by his, you begin to feel caught between the wardrobe and him. If you could move, you maybe would. But somehow, you didn't. Only the tingling sensation on your thighs snapped you out of glaring at him. You look down, past your fingers holding the towel, and panic hits you again. The orange and red glow of sundering flame reflected in your eyes. Slowly consuming the towel. "What are you doing?!" Your eyes dart up and down from the towel to him. "Tom! Talk to me!"

"I'll... help you… remember." Before you manage to react, two fingers lift you by your chin. It's him. Even closer. Standing merely inches away from you. You meet his eyes up close, and for the first time are truly realizing the beautiful features of his face. It's gorgeous. The angles, the lines. The proportions, they match perfectly. Drowning in his eyes. They're deep and meaningful. And there's something in his eyes you have never seen before with anyone before.

Words fall short from your mouth as he moves closer. Ghosting dangerously close to your lips

"You'll soon... r-re...member what… once... w-was." He whispers, almost like a spell, it captures you. Tantalizing you. His breath fanning across your skin. "Fr...agments. Glimpses-s... of the… past." A reassuring smile was more than enough.

"C-Can't… you tell me?"

"It doesn't work that way…" He grunted. "You'll understand soon enough."

"I… I… Tom?"

"Close... your eyes..." He interjected. Slightly tilting his head to the side.

"And if I don't…"

The touch of his lips upon yours sets things in motion you had never experienced before. Your eyes closed as he said you should, and you follow in the motion. The soft, warm cushions of his lips dancing against yours. It's slow at first. With both his hands cupping your cheek. He has full control. He knows what he's doing.

The conversation must have taken only several minutes. But your body has cooled down quickly. And you only notice that once his lips are sealed with yours. Like the morning sun touching upon your skin. A fireplace coming to life again. A spark igniting what once was. This glowing sensation boiling from deep within you. A warmth is flowing through you. A jolt of life dashing through you. You feel alive. Better. Stronger.

It's unheard of.

"I… I… w-will… return…" He grunted against your lips. "And I… I'll… keep… d-d-doing… this…-" Until his lips part, resting his forehead against yours. The brush of his fingers, stroking along your cheek. "-Until… y-you… remember…”

Your eyes shoot wide open. A gasp of air sucked into your lungs brings you back once more. Your vision scans left and right throughout the room. The light hitting your eyes again. But the visage of the man was gone. One hand holding onto your member, no towel in sight. You pull back the other hand in surprise, hanging there mid-air before you, as if reaching out for something or someone. You swallow the lump in your throat as the images flashed through your mind again. But it's vague, distant, and ...new?

A laurel, bright in color and familiar to the ones you saw earlier, dwindled through the air in front of you. With two fingers, you grab it, afraid it might burn up like the one you saw. Between your fingers, it felt warm to the touch. The texture was gold-like. Smooth and shiny. Yet, it didn't disintegrate. A confirmation that what just happened was real. It filled you with more questions than answers. But above all, you felt alive. As so did your body. In your other hand, your member had stiffened at the thought of the man. Tom. A shuddering breath left yout shaking body. A strong, aching itch started to arise.

He better return.

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durotoswrites · 3 years

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For the writing meme thingy: 🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write? 🍑 do you/would you write smut? 📒 any fics planned?

🍄 How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

Getting in the mood to write and actually wanting to sit down and start writing are two very different things, but they're connected, so I'll explain both.

To set into “creative mode” it helps me to do these things:

Listen to music that makes me think of a character/situation in my story/stories. I've got playlists separated by character and pairing. Sometimes I also just work on curating those playlists for fun and get my brain going.

Bounce overall ideas off of my friends and husband/editor (but he's my best friend, too 💗)

Reread old chapters or recent ones and future snippets based on what I want to do.

Once I actually want to put words down, I get a little more strict with myself. I get distracted verrrry easily sometimes and I have to fight the urge to open a million more tabs when researching a small detail.

I move to instrumental music (I have playlists for different moods like “emotional”, “soft”, “sad”, etc. I usually listen to “soft” as a general soothing background sound, as I can get pretty dang emotional when I write, especially with the stuff I've been churning out lately.

So, yeah, I need tissues within reach if I get upset. (Wow, I'm not making this sound fun at all, lmao)

After sound has been established, I like to eat a snack (something with protein) because I can be under for hours, lol. Eat it and finish it. Otherwise, I get distracted.

I also like to have drinks available. I always have a bottle of water, but I also like having a hot cup of tea. I think it's the time of year for me to switch to cold barley tea.

I write while seated on a recliner with my feet up. I have my laptop on a lap desk and it's a pretty cozy setup.

I basically try to remove any excuse I have to get up once I start writing, because I am the worst procrastinator I know.

🍑Do you/would you write smut?

Heheh... heck yeah, I do. Waaaaay more than most people realize. Stuff I've actually posted? It's pretty limited. I posted a couple pieces (Let Me Love You and You're Like the Sunshine) a few years ago, but I've been practicing ever since. One of my planned stories literally has what I refer to as a “smut dump” in the draft where I've been experimenting with writing different moods. I like the intimate scenes to play a role in the overall plot or have it be a bonding experience.

Despite that, I do have a shameless Gray x Mary story I should just get out there that has zero plot, just two cuties in love. In my mind it's so naughty and kinky and I get flustered thinking about it (Mary is hot, okay?), but it's probably hella vanilla, lmao. I really am grateful that people have been really supportive about my writing smut despite what I usually write, and they've been so encouraging, too! I honestly feel like the smut I've posted is really stilted because I was so self-conscious about it. I don't feel like they are terrible for first attempts, but I have definitely grown more comfortable writing it.

Will The Shy Newcomer become explicit? I kinda really want it to, but I might separate the chapters for those who don't care for that content. Overall, I'd like to write more and post more, and I want to write more than just male x female smut as well. I have some of those in my planned pieces (more about them later).

📒 Any Fics Planned?

Firstly, I'm super tickled more than one person was interested in this. I copied the answer I wrote earlier.

Short answer: Yes. I also plan to bring more of my stories over from ffn to Ao3.

Long answer under the cut, heheh. I rambled quite a bit.

Ask me about my writing processes and stories!

I have so many WIPs that haven’t been touched in years that I’d like to finish, so new planned fics aren’t posted yet. Some of them have more adult themes than most of the stuff I’ve been writing, so I get flustered sharing them. I’ve been at a crossroads, as I feel that you can’t have growth without changing things up. On the other hand, I feel like a lot of my readers associate my works with a specific “wholesome” feel-good mood. It’s kinda nice to be known for something, although that might just be my ego talking, thinking that people recognize my work as a “type”.

Regardless, in the end, I feel growth is necessary.

I don’t want to leave a lot of unfinished WIPs waiting because they stress me out and I have too many of them already, so I’d like to have a bulk of my new stories with a good chunk written before I decide to post them.

Among those include:

A longfic featuring Pete’s farm in Forget-Me-Not Valley (A blend of HMDS with the FoMT plugin and AWL). It takes place in the same universe as The Shy Newcomer (Claire in Mineral Town) and there are a few overlapping moments, although Pete’s story starts first. Pete’s personality is verrry different from Claire’s, and his story was kind of supposed to be the yang to TSN’s yin. Pete’s best friends in his story are Ruby (not sure if I’m adding Tim yet), Nami, and Rock. Readers will be treated to a poorly-socialized pre-Mineral Town Cliff (if you think he was bad at the beginning of TSN, well… heh… he’s a wreck here).

Another planned unpublished story is a crossover of Harvest Moon and the movie “In This Corner of the World”, based on a manga of the same name by Fumiyo Kouno. It was written as a gift for a friend. I have the entire outline figured out and have slowly been filling it in. My friend asked for an AU where Claire and Cliff have an arranged marriage and live with his family in Akiyama, the hometown I had created for Cliff in The Shy Newcomer. I took the opportunity to expand the characters in his family. I have it written during the same time period and society as “In This Corner of the World”, but had decided to write a spreading disease as an allegory for war, but then COVID happened and some parts of it just got really hard to write. There are also a lot of sexually explicit content as Claire slowly grows and learns from her spouse that it’s okay to express what she wants despite sex being a taboo issue. If there’s enough interest in the story, I’ll post it, but I worry it’s a little too niche for there to be many people into it.

Pastor Carter and Doctor Trent are one of my favorite rare pair ships. I’ve had a partial draft for a story about them for a few years now, especially focusing on Trent growing up and acknowledging that he has an unhealthy addiction for things that he knows he can’t have. There are some more adult/sexual themes in this piece, too, including the main character lusting after a married woman (who also happens to be his patient) and some lemons. (Does anyone call it that anymore or is it just referred to as “smut” nowadays? Haha) I always feel so bad for neglecting the folks at the clinic in-game and wanted to write a piece that focused more on them, Trent specifically. It’s a multi-chap fic, but I don’t think I’m going to let it get as long as some of my other pieces.

I also really want to write a short romantic oneshot for every marriage candidate in Mineral Town, around 1,000 words each. So far, I have one for Cliff and one for Gray. I want to write Claire with everyone, because I think it would be fun to explore all the different personalities.

I have more installments planned for A Single Day, including a day in the life of the following characters, all with drafts in varying degrees of progress:

Anna

Doug

Nora (yes, I’m writing from the point of view of the cat living at the inn)

More to come – I think Lillia and Thomas would be especially interesting to explore

I do still have that Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask piece I’ve been pondering where Link befriends the soul of the deku scrub child while possessed by the mask. I don’t have much written about it, but I really love the world of Majora’s Mask. Such a fun game.

I also think about the lead carpenter’s son in Ocarina of Time and that weird side quest involving the blue chicken and the son being lost to the forest. Then that unique-looking kokiri girl explaining that all who get taken in the lost woods become stalfos. Like, did the guy die? Was he sick? Did he want to die? There’s just so much going on there that would be fun to explore.

I also have played OMORI recently and have like… A LOT of feelings about it. I don’t know what I’d write, but I’m still damn impressed at how well the characters are developed in such a short game.

Other games I’ve had vague ideas about writing for include the following:

The Flame in the Flood: I’m thinking a survivalist/action story fleshing out Scout’s backstory a bit more and her thoughts as she’s traveling. I feel like she’s a very lonely person, but isn’t given the chance to really dwell on it.

Night In the Woods: I’d love to write more about Mae’s dreams and what they mean to her. She doesn’t really talk to anyone about them openly, so it’s really hard to tell her feelings about them in some regards. We know that she’s distressed about them, but I’d like to dive a little deeper. Do the nightmares end after the games does? What about Bea’s new nightmares?

Hades (Supergiant Games): I think it would be fun to write more about the events that take place before the game starts, like Zagreus’s duties in the house of Hades, and expand on the strained relationship with his father.

#ask games #writing #jake-marshall

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