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Tickled to Death
Pact of punishment level: maxed. Time face the scariest enemy you didn’t know lived in hell: your own boyfriend.
Zagreus “helps” Thanatos get out from between a rock and a hard place. For @vqler, who GOD I’m so sorry I’m late but I hope you like me petrifying and obliterating Thanatos for you in the name of Christmas ❤ Much love to you, much love and thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting this year’s @squealing-santa. Kudos and love to everyone who posted for the event this year, happy holidays, and happy new year!
SFW. Potential warnings: just “returning to writing” writing lol. Hades: Zagreus/Thanatos tickle fic.
Word count: 3,075
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Zagreus had attempted enough escapes from the underworld to know, upon even entering a chamber, when something was immediately off. He daresay he was experienced by this point; there were things he’d come to expect. Hordes of enemies, unleashed with love from his father? Certainly. The unavoidable spiting of and smiting from god-cousins for the favor of other ones? Often. Blood, death, and darkness? Absolutely. What he found waiting for him upon crossing from his most recent ferry to the nearest Asphodelian dock was, in a total understatement, wildly unexpected.
Save for the familiar sound of bubbling, hissing lava and distant magma falls, the chamber was quiet. Zagreus entered as he always did, light on his burning feet and weapon unsheathed, ready to dodge or strike at a moment’s notice. He needn’t have, though, as he soon realized the chamber was befuddlingly empty. Sure, he’d encountered chambers with no enemies in them, either at first glance because they had just yet to spawn or at all because their presence was dissuaded by some form of boon or blessing. But the chamber he currently found himself in had no healing pool, no shop, and no allies, let alone enemies. It was just plain empty.
So busy with examining the room for some sort of clever trap, Zagreus didn’t even notice the obvious obstacle until he fully tripped over it, sprawling onto the rock with his weapon—Stygius, this time—clattering a couple of feet away. Zagreus looked back to see what had caused him to stumble, and his brow furrowed deeper in confusion. A scythe, large and dramatic and adorned with gold and a piercing purple eye lay abandoned on the rock, its usual wielder, the physically and emotively grey demigod that Zagreus had the biggest soft spot for, was nowhere to be seen. Or was he?
Zagreus turned his head, looking from Thanatos’ weapon to his own. A couple of feet away. His gaze lifted slowly upward. The grey and currently half-rocky skin had blended quite well into the environment like a natural stalagmite, and it wasn’t until he was actually looking for it that Zagreus could see that Thanatos was there, and likely not going anywhere any time soon.
The prince rose, grabbed and sheathed his sword as he rounded the Thanatos-shaped pillar until he faced the front. Zagreus had been grinning already upon realizing what he’d stumbled upon, but that grin grew all the bigger and brighter when he saw the normally brooding Thanatos looking flustered and positively grumpy.
“Don’t—” Thanatos said, sighing in defeat when Zagreus snorted and burst into bright laughter that he tried and failed to hide behind his hand. “Don’t laugh.”
"I'm sorry, but can you blame me?" Zagreus said, nearly falling into another fit of giggling when he rapped a knuckle lightly against Thanatos' chest and the action produced a satisfying thunk. "What happened?" He asked, but it was fairly obvious: petrification. Gorgons were aplenty in Asphodel, and none of them so friendly as Dusa. Most of Thanatos' body was still affected by the curse, frozen in place and turned a stony stormy grey. By the looks of it and the fact that he could talk, the petrification was naturally draining from Thanatos' form from the top first, leaving the rest of him to wait out the "thawing" process in the stiff and stiffness-inducing position of both arms partially raised as those blocking with his scythe, and both feet floating their usual few inches from the ground.
"I was waiting for your slow ass," Thanatos grumbled, drawing the prince to close his cursory examination with a snort. "Expected for us to have one of our contests, but a gorgon caught me from behind. You'd be standing in her remains, if I hadn't vaporized her."
"Remind me to stay off your bad side."
"“Stay off.”"
“Shut up.” Zagreus walked a slow circle around Thanatos. He cast his gaze outward, studying the chamber without the blinders of adrenaline and stress that tended to make things look fuzzy. He knew Thanatos was powerful, but—blood and darkness—he’d probably obliterated every shade within the next three chambers, let alone their current one. It was just a guess, but, with how thoroughly every trap had been tripped and every structural fault had been compromised simultaneously, as though from a massive blast, Zagreus was fairly certain that A. he and Thanatos were better than safe from shades for the time being, and B. even caught off guard, Thanatos did nothing at half-intensity. Drama queen. “So how long have you been like this?”
Thanatos grunted, straining to look over his shoulder at Zagreus when the prince moved fully behind him. “I don’t know. I didn’t count, as I was counting on you to be quick. Thanks for picking this one time to be the one where you drag your feet.”
Zagreus didn’t respond to the jab with more than a thoughtful hum. He was too busy watching the petrification dissipate, the cold stone color receding like a lava wave at low tide at a slavug’s pace. Ugh.
“I don’t know how long I’ve been like this, and I have no idea how long I’ll be like this, since I usually have you to cover me.”
“It’s pretty quick, from the hits I’ve taken.” Of course, Zagreus realized upon thinking it over, he was often petrified while surrounded by enemies, and the threat of being sent back down the Styx made him struggle against the enchantment with all his might. Maybe it was supposed to last a long time; he’d just be thin on patience and break himself out. “Helps if you wiggle.”
Thanatos scoffed, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. “You are an amazing help.”
“Well, what do you suggest I—?”
“Just—” Thanatos huffed, neck and shoulders visibly straining where he tried to move them, move anything, “just keep watch to make sure nothing respawns. I didn’t even want you seeing me like this, let alone your father’s subjects.”
“Any shade would think they’ve gone mad with the heat before they accepted seeing you like this as real. Or they’d be laughed out of the House for such a ridiculous and unbelievable tale, you know that. But fine,” Zagreus replied with a yawn and set himself on a little guarding route around Thanatos, keeping an eye trained outward for ominous growling, keeping an ear pointed toward Thanatos to listen to his comical grunts and breathy swears of efforts, and letting his mind drift elsewhere.
When Zagreus found himself petrified on his escape attempts, a quick shake and healthy dose of stubbornness was all it took for him to bash his way to freedom and back to slashing shades to dust. There had been one time, though, when he’d found himself without monsters to slay beside the shade who’d landed a hit and then lazily floated away and straight into a fountain of lava. (Zagreus could understand enjoying a hot bath, but yikes…) With no adversaries, Zagreus had lacked his usual incentive to escape as quickly as possible. It was odd, to stop moving so thoroughly, without being able to so much as jiggle his leg or tap his fingers or click his tongue. His companion on-call at that time had been Dusa, and he couldn't think of anyone better to offer advice as to getting un-petrified than her. Luckily, the little gifted doll he kept like a keychain on his weapon didn't need to be physically or verbally invoked—that would make summoning under the onslaught of a dozen rakers or one very maltempered ROUS even more difficult—so he pictured the soft snakey toy, reached out with his mind, and called for his companion. In a flash, Dusa appeared, all smiles and polite shyness and readiness to stone and slaughter any foe that challenged the prince. Of course, there were none, but Zagreus' head had gotten enough feeling back to explain the situation to Dusa. Her advice was the same Zagreus had given to Thanatos in the present: wiggle around a bit. And she had, so helpfully, provided a new incentive via her trusty feather duster.
Recalling the event made Zagreus—well, first he flushed to the roots of his charcoal hair, and he was glad he'd come to stand behind Thanatos at that moment, and then—grin, delighted and devilish. "Actually…"
"What?" Thanatos tried to look over his shoulder at Zagreus once more, and found only the slightest more yield in his stone-struck muscles. He could almost touch his chin to his shoulder.
Zagreus side-stepped accommodatingly to face his captive companion. "Funny thing is, Than, you're not rock. You can feel just fine." He gave another demonstrative flick to Thanatos' shoulder. "It's a bitch when you're being bombarded with enemy attacks. But it might help you break free. If I just—"
It had been a tactical move for Zagreus to move around to Thanatos’ front. For one, it allowed him easy access to scribble his fingers under death incarnate’s arms unimpeded. For another, it meant he got to see Thanatos’ face morph from dismay to betrayal to amusement (however helped along and hysteric).
“Zagreus!” cried Thanatos, the sound colored with a splash of helpless laughter. Truly, it was funny how his technically perfect defensive position, when without his intimidating weapon, left him totally vulnerable to a little tickling. (Well. A lot of tickling. Zagreus was usually on the other end of these fights, and he had already decided he was not letting such a golden fleece of opportunity go by.)
"Yes, Than dear?" Zagreus teased, smile growing wide enough as his victim's when he saw the way Thanatos' cheeks began to burn violet. It took the strength of Sisyphus, but Zagreus looked away from Thanatos’ face, looking instead at his chest and trailing the progress of the curse. Still slow, but with a bit more stuttering speed. The stony color had dissipated all the way down to about his collarbone, leaving the topmost part of his collar golden and shining once more. “No need to thank me. I can already see the curse is lifting faster. You keep wriggling, I’ll keep helping, and you’ll be out in no time!”
A whine that slipped seamlessly into a squeal punctuated Thanatos’ chortling. “But—!”
The dual-eyed demigod slowed his attack, keeping his fingers and just a featherlight flutter in Thanatos’ armpits. It was far from rare for the pair to engage in all-out tickle wars that could border on brutal, but this may have been a bit much. Zagreus didn’t want to overwhelm Thanatos. He waited for even the slightest inkling of dissent.
Thanatos ducked his head, panting and giggling and bumping his forehead gently against Zagreus’. “If someone sees…” It was a thin excuse, between euphoric lips and yellow eyes burning with excitement, and Thanatos knew it.
Zagreus definitely knew it, holding Thanatos’ jaw in his hands to pull him in for a kiss that ended when the prince chuckled, low and wicked and delighted. “Darling, with how you smote those shades, we won’t be interrupted for awhile, I’m sure.” Thanatos’ eyes scrunched shut, and he bit his lip valiantly against a renewed fit of giggling when Zagreus’ hands migrated gently down his neck and back to his underarms. “No one but me to relish your screams.”
“Remind me never to get on your bad side,” Thanatos teased, teeth gritted in a grin.
Able to bear stillness not a second longer, Zagreus set his fingers dancing once again, spidering viciously beneath Thanatos’ arms. Poor death threw his head back as the villainous onslaught sent laughter bursting from his lungs to echo through the lava chamber. His shoulder muscles strained against stone, but, try as he might, he couldn’t lower his arms at all. Not the tiniest inch, not the slightest bit of reprieve. Zagreus grinned. It was spectacular.
In self-preservation, Zagreus had tipped his head back from his and Than’s intimate moment seconds before going back to full tickle monster mode, which had been smart with how determined Thanatos was to thrash even with just his head. A minute or two of torture later, Zagreus saw another inevitable point of danger. The curse was ebbing; soon Thanatos was free to his shoulders, and that gave him only the ability to laugh enough for them to shake. As soon as his pectorals were free, Thanatos was going to have means, however clumsy, to fight back. With a sigh lamenting the end of a helpless Thanatos, Zagreus took one last adoring gaze at that tickled-mad, wide-grinning, ecstasy-dizzy face, and he ducked.
A deadweight hand swung over his head, and Zagreus sent one of few thanks to his father for increased difficulty in his pact of punishment. It might have been small, but his instincts were good enough now to avoid what would have been an impressive black eye. Blacker eye. Still, stone-from-the-chest-down was not the way Zagreus preferred his partners, so he couldn’t rest yet. Thanatos was flailing his arms with all his might, but he still couldn’t bend over, so Zagreus was relatively safe lounging against Thanatos’ knee. Reaching as high as he dared, Zagreus gave a few quick and indiscriminate tickles—resulting in beautiful answering shrieks—and latched onto Thanatos’ hips. Instead of pinching, Zagreus held on for dear life and dug into the fabric beneath Thanatos’ belt, burrowing into and scratching the soft sensitive spots that had the potential to make Thanatos purr but were currently making him wail like the damned.
The longer Thanatos suffered under Zagreus’ malicious mischief, the quicker the curse faded. Zagreus’ wiggling fingers seemed to be fleeing from it as they squeezed down Thanatos’ thighs, skittered behind his knees, and eventually dashed to his soles. Thanatos was fully able to buck now, body all but back to his control. Had Zagreus not laid down on the rocky ground, he likely would have been throttled. As it was, he was still out of reach, grinning up at Thanatos and receiving an exhausted but elated smile in return. There was even almost a flash of fear in death’s eyes when Thanatos realized what Zagreus had planned for the finale of their first—and hopefully not last—curse-breaking session.
“Don’t worry, Than. This spot ALWAYS makes you dance. If it doesn’t free you, nothing will.” Zagreus was positively beaming up at Thanatos, facing no defense in the form of scrunching toes or kicking feet his usually did even threatening to tickle this spot, and certainly not deterred by the pitiful attempt at a glare the smiley and slumped over Thanatos shot at him.
Any shade that had even thought about reforming within a mile of them had probably changed their mind and stayed dead a few more minutes upon hearing the howl death let out when two fingers were traced delicately under his toes. Never mind the subsequent guffawing screams he uttered when Zagreus raked five fingers back and forth beneath them while his other hand devastated Thanatos’ soles with some evil scribbling that he could only imagine tickled like hell. Those sounds, even if it did make Zagreus wince and almost want to cover his ears, and the blazing, amazing, unabashed smile that accompanied it was better than any boon the gods could give him. Maybe it was a little devil in him talking, but it was simply divine to see his lover so undone and hysterical, so free even when immobilized, so happy and for only Zagreus to see. He wouldn’t mind staying there, basking in Thanatos’ warm and hysterical glow, for a few dozen winters.
His wish was not granted. He barely got a dozen seconds before Thanatos finally shook free from the petrification, yanking his feet away from Zagreus’ hands and subsequently upending himself, laughter having sapped his strength to the point where he couldn’t even float, collapsing on top of Zagreus’ chest and leaving them both wheezing.
Once he’d gotten back the wind that had been knocked out of him, Zagreus chuckled, wrapping his arms around Thanatos and holding him close, rubbing smooth and soothing circles into the soft warm skin of his shoulder. So gentle and loving was the attention and little kisses he showered Thanatos with that his next words were a jarring dissonance.
“You know, it usually only takes me a few seconds to break free from a gorgon hit when I really want to,” said Zagreus, and he hummed smugly when he felt Thanatos’ face grow warm where it was suddenly buried in the prince’s neck. “Can’t help but wonder if, maybe, you just didn’t want to escape that badly.” He pressed a grinning kiss to Thanatos’ burning forehead. “Eh, Thana-toes?”
Just as suddenly as he’d been pinned to the floor under Thanatos, Zagreus found himself pinned to the floor, arms raised and locked in the grip of a vengeful death, whose amber eyes were absolutely alight with promise and payback, and smoldering more softly with fondness that could not be more obvious when he rolled them. “I will give you three conditions to escape a slow and very merciless end, after which I will personally drag you back down the Styx and deliver just as merciless a wake-up call.”
Zagreus gulped, his grin growing wobbly and his stomach already tickled by a swarm of prickling nerves and butterflies. “And those would be?”
“One,” said Thanatos, summoning a ghostly indigo shackle to bind Zagreus’ left wrist. “Please don’t tell anyone about this that I work with. I’d like to keep some professional dignity. Two.” Another shackled encircled Zagreus’ right wrist. “Don’t you dare call me that ever again.”
Zagreus couldn’t help but smile proudly at the purple flush that touched Thanatos’ cheeks at that, albeit his smile swiftly turned giggly and giddy as those two shackles pulled his arms taut.
“Three.” Thanatos leaned in just to nuzzle Zagreus’ ear and scoff lowly when he tried to scrunch up his shoulders. The wickedly sharp tips of Thanatos’ iron gauntlets grazed gently along Zagreus’ highest ribs, making him jolt and bite down on a yelp, grin already hopelessly wide and nerves tingling in anticipation. Zagreus was sure he lost what color he had, most of it roaring to flush and flicker in his hair and ears, and surer that he’d be cursing Thanatos next time, when the latter bowed close to whisper the final condition.
“Don’t laugh.”
#ro writes#squealing santa#squealing santa 2k22#ss2k22#hades tickling#ticklish!thanatos#zagreus x thanatos#lee!thanatos#ler!zagreus#switch!thanatos#switch!zagreus
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Requests - Open!
For the first time I’m going to try my hand at some longer requests that aren’t HCs. I’ve been stuck thinking of what to write since everyone has written it already.
Obviously since I can’t handle writing a full fic, here are some rules. 🤭
Please don’t expect it to be written within a week or two, I work full time 😭
The writing will be most likely 3-4 paragraphs, unless I really like the idea
Requires a lee, ler and a scenario/prompt (or an image, Sezzie loves those 😳)
I won’t write anything that doesn’t make me feel inspired
Fandoms I can write for are: Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Project Sekai, Hades, FFXIV, Granblue Fantasy, Obey Me
Will NOT be writing: Furry, x Reader, children, NSFW scenarios (romantic or suggestiveness is fine though)
Be kind 😌
Enjoy a general OTP list below (not for any reason or anything eheh) 👀
Pairings I adore 🥰
Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin)
Ayato/Thoma (Genshin)
Neuvillette/Wriothesley (Genshin)
Childe/Zhongli (Genshin)
Dr Ratio/Aventurine (HSR)
Dan Heng/Caelus (HSR)
Dan Heng/Jing Yuan (HSR)
Acheron & Aventurine (HSR, non-romantic)
Gallagher/Sunday (HSR)
Sunday & Robin (HSR, family not romantic lol)
WoL/G’raha Tia (FFXIV)
Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus (FFXIV) (Maybe Azem/WoL too hehe)
Themis/Ericthonios (FFXIV)
Airi/Shizuku (Project Sekai)
Akito/Toya (Project Sekai)
Sandalphon/Lucio(Lucifer) (Granblue Fantasy)
Characters (apart from anyone mentioned above) 🥰
Argenti, Luocha, Blade, Sampo, Gepard, Welt, Himeko, Asta, Topaz (HSR)
Clorinde, Navia, Shenhe, Raiden, Gaming, Aether, Furina, Faruzan, Tighnari, Cyno, Diluc, Albedo, Kaeya, Dehya, Baizhu, Eula, Kazuha, Mona, Nilou, Ningguang, Yelan (Genshin)
Satan, Levi, Belphie, Lucifer (Obey Me)
Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, Themis/Elidibus, Erithonios, Lahabrea, WoL/Azem (FFXIV)
MORE MORE JUMP!, Vivid BAD Squad (Project Sekai)
Gran, Narmaya, Cassius, Nehan, Seox, Feower, Anila, Payila (Granblue Fantasy)
This all being said, send whoever you like 🥰
#tickling#genshin impact tickling#honkai star rail tickling#ffxiv tickling#project sekai tickling#obey me tickling#hades tickling#granblue fantasy tickling#requests
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[FA] In Zagreus' bedroom.
Zagreus walks barefoot through the abode of Hades and thinks that no one there will notice, huh. (I know I put Zagreo, that's the name in spanish my bad)
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#tickle#tickling#barefoot#feet#foot#ticklefetish#tickletorture#ticklishfeet#tickletickling#art#hades#zagreus
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Happy new year/ very belated Christmas…? I am so sorry for the delay of your gift! But @vqler I was your secret Santa this year! Which is a bit ironic because you were the one who reminded me to join lmao XD! I hope it’s to your liking, I made a short zagthan comic for you as your gift this year (does it even count as this year anymore cause it’s already 2023…) but I digress! I hope you had an amazing Christmas and New Years! Thank you @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa this time! It was an amazing experience to take part of! Which I will definitely be joining again in 2023!
#fanart tickle#tickle art#sfw tickles#squealing santa#squealing santa 2k22#ss2k22#zagthan#zagreus#thanatos#ler!zagreus#lee!thanatos#hades tickle#hades ticking
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Oh? Are requests open, now? What about Raiel's armpits tickled by Hades?
(Yes I love this couple👉👈)
Oh I Had to do more than a sketch for these two 👀
#ask#eliankrios#tickling#tickle community#//Hades#//Raiel#like all of Rai's tops r some form pf band merch 💀#i think these two Might be my sappiest couple lmao
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We’ve Had Better Days (Hades)
Ok, so! This is a fic I had written a while ago when I bought the Hades game. I fell in love with it and I loved the parts with Achilles and Zagreus because I loved the story of Patroclus and Achilles. But this is about Achilles and Zagreus when Zag was in his youth. Lots of angst at first but it turns into squishy fluff :) Also I know the Hades tickle community is not many, but imma post this anyways so enjoy my lovelies!
Achilles wasn’t… the best when it came to kids. When he was alive he avoided them as much as he could. They were loud, unpredictable, and had no respect for personal boundaries. He remembered when he was alive he would frequently get swarmed by a group of kids that would want to play with him, and it’s a wonder how he got out of those situations every single time. But now, in the Underworld, there was only one troublesome child to deal with. Zagreus, the Prince of Hell. And honestly, calling him troublesome was an absolute lie. The boy did what he was told, followed orders, and was very polite. The only annoyance he caused was when he was curious which would be followed by heaps of, what seemed like never ending questions. Achilles didn’t mind all that much though. He’d preferred him and of his questions rather than any snotty nosed brat on the surface.
Today during training though, he was quiet. It was something to take note of. Zagreus couldn't stand being quiet. It wasn’t in his nature. Achilles observed him from the side of the courtyard with his spear in hand, watching closely as Zagreus practiced with his trusty blade, Stygius. He was disconnected but focused at the same time. Something’s happened, Achilles thought to himself.
“Remember to keep your feet apart, young prince! And try not to move your weight when you swing with the blade or else it’ll fly out your hands!” the forgotten hero called from the side. Normally Zagreus would respond with a “Understood sir!” or “Like this sir?” But today, he grumbled lowly to himself as his practice shade poofed into smoke. It came as a shock to Achilles, but then he remembered how testy pre-teens could be. He knew how much venomous fire he spat from his mouth when he was Zagreus’ age. And yet their training session had just begun. It’s going to be a rough day… Achilles let out a small sigh.
The training went on for another hour. Zagreus was slightly bruised with a few cuts here and there, sweating and panting profusely. Achilles had offered multiple times for him to take a break, but the young god refused. It was starting to look all too familiar to Achilles. When he would go hours on end with endless training, even stretching his sessions into the darkest of nights. He was battle hungry and wanted to prove himself, just like the prince was now. A rageful yell escaped Zagreus’ lips as he vanquished another shade, ripping Achilles from his memories. The young god whipped his head around to meet his mentor’s eyes, a malicious expression on his face.
“Achilles. Send me another,” Zagreus growled. Achilles huffed from his nose and shook his head, shocking the young prince.
“No? What do you mean no? Isn’t it your job to train me? Send me another!” he demanded. Achilles forcefully tapped the stone floor with the end of his spear, standing his ground.
“You’ve done enough training for now. Take a break and we’ll get back to it.” the soldier answered calmly.
“You said that in war, there are no breaks! So I’m not taking them! I’m preparing myself like father said I should! I’m only following his orders! Send another shade, Achilles!” Zagreus barked the order at him, marching up face to face with his mentor. Damn it, so that’s what this is about, Achilles thought as he looked into the furious eyes of the young god before him.
“Indeed, I did say that, lad. But overworking yourself will just lead to more pain. You’re taking a break.”
“You can’t make me!” Zagreus fired back as he stomped to the middle of the courtyard.
“You don’t need to prove anything to me…” Achilles started slowly as he began to approach. Zagreus turned around and pointed his sword at the forgotten hero. “Maybe not to you, Achilles, but I need to prove myself to him! I have to show him I’m not worthless!”
“You aren't worthless, Zagreus, and you’d better think twice before pointing that blade at me! You don’t need to prove anything yet, you’re still a child,” Achilles argued. Seeing Zagreus act this way, in such a hateful manner to think it would please his father, it’s as if a bear mauled Achilles’ heart to pieces.
“What do you know?! You’re not his son! He likes you! BUT HE DOESN’T LIKE ME!” Zagreus threw Stygius to the ground in his fit of anger. It slid and clattered away as a hush came over the courtyard. The Prince’s short, angry panting turned into stressed, sorrowful breaths as he fought to hold back a sob.
“Why doesn’t he like me…?” The dam broke as a whimpering sob emerged from his chest, tears streaming down his face. Achilles dropped his spear and wrapped his arms around his boy, enveloping him in a large, comforting hug.
“It’s alright, lad, it’s alright. I’m here. I’m here for you. Just let it out,” Achilles coaxed softly into his ear. Zagreus hugged back and although it was muffled by the warrior’s chest, his wails were loud and full of sorrow. Gods how Achilles hated that sound. It even brought tears to his own eyes which he fought down to keep his composure. He hated this. He hated how he had to soothe Zagreus from his own father’s verbal assaults. Anger bubbled in his chest. If he could, he would fight the brute that did this to his prince in a bloody battle that ended in a permanent death. Zagreus screamed and cried so hard that his face was red and he had to fight through hiccupping gasps for air.
“Easy, prince, easy. Shh shh shh. It’s ok. Calm down. Take deep breaths. Here, do like me.” Achilles instructed, rubbing his hand across the boy’s back to soothe him. He took a deep breath in, then a deep breath out. Zagreus, through shaky breaths, followed his lead and eventually the two were breathing in tandem. With an affirmation from Achilles, the two walked towards the glass case and sat before it, with Zagreus leaning onto his mentor’s shoulder and burying his head into his neck. Achilles wrapped his arm around the boy, keeping him close to his side.
“I must be honest, lad. There’s nothing I can say truthfully that will ease your mind…” the warrior said in defeat, his heart crushed when he saw more tears spring from the young god’s eyes. “Your father is not easy to understand. And I hate the things he says to you, honest. If I still had blood, it would be boiling. I would fight him if it meant you never cried again.” Zagreus looked up at his mentor, the biggest tear-filled eyes looking for solidarity. Achilles only held him closer and pressed his nose to the boy’s hair. The soldier closed his eyes and gave a kiss to his head in a way to tell the prince that he cared for him. He pulled away and brushed his mop of spiked hair from his forehead, using his thumb to wipe away the tears tracks that clung to his cheeks. Achilles cleared his throat to fight off the wet emotion that would have seeped into his words.
“Now, let’s take a break. And, if you want, I’ll have the head chef make you your favorite. How does that sound?” Achilles promised, smiling wide when he saw the hopeful look in Zagreus’ eyes.
“You mean it…?” he asked with a lump still in his chest. Achilles chuckled and nodded, slightly shaking the boy.
“Of course I mean it, lad! Anything to make you happy again. Let’s see, a chicken gyro with fries, right? I’m right, aren’t I?” the soldier grinned as a small smile crawled onto Zagreus’ face.
“Yes…” he muttered, turning his face away from his mentor.
“You know better than to turn your back on me, young prince. I see that smile!” Achilles teased as he pulled the boy closer, but that only resulted in Zagreus attempting to lean further away.
“Noho…! I don’t wanna smile…!” Zagreus whined with giggles threatening his voice.
“Alright, smiling’s off the table then. What about laughing?” Achilles offered, snaking his hand down and squeezing Zagreus’ side. The young god squealed and laughed, grabbing his mentor’s hand but not moving it.
“Nohohoho! I dohohon’t wanna lahahahahaugh eheeheeheeheeither!” Zagreus curled his side in an attempt to escape Achilles’ tickly fingers, but he only sealed his fate as the soldier pressed his lips against his neck and blew a torturously big and wet raspberry. Zagreus shouted and his laugh went silent momentarily before it was rocketing out his mouth at a high speed. Achilles began to laugh as well as he playfully tickled the boy silly. Zagreus’ laugh was so infectious and goofy that practically anyone’s mood would brighten after hearing it. It certainly worked on Achilles.
“Sorry lad, but you need to pick one! Smiling or laughing, one or the other! Now pick before I call in Nyx to help me tickle you!” Achilles threatened, playfulness clear in his voice. He forgot how much fun it was to play with another person. The warrior took Zagreus’ wrist and lifted it above his head, scribbling his digits into the pit. Zagreus arched his back and failed to grab the attacking hand, scream-laughing his mentor’s name
“AHAHAHACHIHIHIHIHILLEHEHEHEHEHEHES!” Zagreus cried out with tears of mirth falling down his cheeks. All of a sudden, Achilles was shot back to a memory of his life. A position similar to this, but a shirtless man with cocoa colored skin and amber eyes, a laugh as rich as the taste of a pomegranate, writhed before him in his bed. He yelled his name too. His name was…
Zagreus finally slipped his hand from Achilles’ grasp and shot his arm down, holding a hand in his armpit and panting happily as his mentor stopped his assault. Achilles shook the memory from his head and smiled softly at the young god next to him. He reached his hand out to wipe Zagreus’ tears away once more, but the giddy boy squealed and rolled away, hugging his torso tightly.
“Nohohoho!” he giggled. “Nohohohot agahahahahain! I want to smihihile! I’ll smile!” Achilles laughed and held up his hand as a sign of peace.
“Don’t worry, I’m done. Here,” he said as he leaned over and wiped his cheeks with his thumb.
His hand stayed on the boy’s face, his thumb softly caressing the prince below his eye. Zagreus slowly calmed down, his giggles dying out into a mirthful sigh. Then, his stomach growled. Loudly. Achilles chuckles as a blush came across Zagreus’ face.
“I guess that means it’s lunchtime. Stay here, lad. I’ll go get some food.” Achilles said. The booped the boy’s nose with his thumb and ruffled his hair, earning more giggles. The soldier left to the kitchen and returned with two plates that held two chicken gyros and a boatload of fries, as well as bandages for the prince’s cuts. As he approached though, he saw a figure the same size as Zagreus peeking at said prince from a pillar.
Achilles smiled fondly as he recognized the gray skin of Thanatos. He let out a sharp whistle because 1 he wanted to get Zagreus’ attention and 2 he wanted to let Thanatos know he saw him. The young god of death looked at him in shock, as if a giant exclamation mark appeared above his head, and disappeared. Achilles shook his head and chuckled. Young love, he thought. The mentor sat next to his student as they enjoyed their meal in comfortable silence with Achilles taking breaks to patch up the prince’s wounds. Then, Zagreus spoke up.
“You know what, Achilles, sir? I don’t need my father’s approval. I just need yours…” the prince muttered that last part as his cheeks were dusted with a pink blush. Achilles’ heart swelled and happy tears fell down his cheeks.
“Ah, you’re such a sap, lad,” he sniffled, wiping his tears away with his thumb. Zagreus looked bewildered.
“Wait, you can cry? Since when??” he asked. Achilles barked out a loud laugh and held his stomach, enjoying the freeing feeling in his chest. He wrapped his arm around Zagreus’ neck and pulled him close, ruffling his hair.
“You know what, lad? I’ll give you all the approval you desire.” Achilles said, giving another kiss to his head. They stayed like that for a while until Zagreus eventually fell asleep. The soldier plucked the young god from his spot as if he weighed nothing and set him in his bed. He pulled the blankets over him and pressed their foreheads together.
“Rest well, mighty Prince Zagreus. May you grow up strong-willed and resilient in this rough Underworld. I pledge allegiance to you as I have with Lord Hades. I will not abandon you in your time of need. Soldier’s honor.” As Achilles finished his vow, he softly pressed a kiss against Zagreus’ forehead. He stayed there a moment then left him. From now on, Zagreus was Achilles’ boy. No one could tell him otherwise.
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An...Informative Experience?
Lee! Zagreus, Ler! Megaera
Zagreus has an interesting question that puts him in an eventful position. Lots of tension. Thanatos makes an appearance!!
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Zagreus had been on the other end of Meg's death stare many, many, many times, admittedly mostly for good reasons, but this time he was really just quite confused.
"Zag," she ground out between clenched teeth, "What exactly are you trying to play at here?"
Zagreus put his hands up in mock surrender. "Nothing! Really! I'm just quite curious, and, well, everyone else seemed to get quite strange and jittery when I asked the question..."
"I honestly can't believe you would ask me such a question like that. Tsch. It's sort of sad, even for you."
"Well if you're quite done marveling at my apparently depressing lack of knowledge, I would very much like to know what this tickle thing is."
Meg gave him a discerning look—the type that used to make him want to squirm when he was a little younger. He raised an eyebrow.
"Alright. Fine. I'll show you."
"Show me? Oh—oh okay—" Zagreus followed along awkwardly as Meg pushed him up against the wall, smiling somewhat sheepishly.
They must've been quite a sight in the lounge, but there are not many things to which the dead are unaccustomed.
An exasperated sigh. "Try your best to stay still."
"Is it painful? I think I'll be quite—hng!"
Long nails slowly traced over the sides of his ribs and sent waves of tingles throughout his torso, making Zagreus resist the urge to squirm.
Meg's eyes sparked in a way that was concerningly familiar to the looks he recieved while fending off her whip.
"What was that, Zag?"
She sped up her fingers and skittered them all around his open torso, leaving Zagreus wishing he had maybe chosen an outfit with more coverage.
"Ihihihi! Ihihihi—Ahahah!"
This new sensation was turning Zagreus's brain to mush—he felt like he was actually melting as he let out these embarrassing giggles. His face was growing too warm for Meg not to notice and he only hoped she wouldn't say anything about it. His body seemed to have a mind of its own as it squirmed uselessly and weakly grabbed at Meg's wrists.
She apparently decided she'd had enough of that as she swept up both of Zagreus's hands and held them over his head. Zagreus's stomach flipped at this new position.
"W-wait, Meg, I—"
"Wait for what, Zag? Where'd all that curiosity go?"
"J-just! Plehease—AHAahah!"
His words were cut short as he collapsed into shoulder shaking, endearing, laughter; throwing his head back in a way that it almost hit the back of the wall.
Meg couldnt stop her smirk when she dug into Zagreus's exposed underarm, finding herself pleased by the way his body short-circuited underneath her fingers.
"Never thought I'd find something that left you speechless."
Zagreus just laughed and tugged at his arms a little, unsure he was capable of much else at this point.
Something in Meg's demenour relaxed as she studied Zags face, taking in his laugh. It wasn't like his usual quiet chuckles. It was loud, and full, and it had a sort of rough undertone to it like it wasn't used in quite a while. If she just leaned in a little closer she could see his scrunched up face, how that flush had so tastefully colored his pale skin—painting his cheekbones, neck, ears...
Looking at him this way it was hard to deny there was something about him that was sort of...
"...cute."
Meg said under her breath; before suddenly snapping back to reality. She pulled her hands away as if they had been burnt, taking several steps backwards. Purposely peeling her eyes from Zagreus as he caught his breath. She needed to stay professional. This was completely out of line! What had even spurred her to—
"Meheg?" Zagreus wobbled on weak knees, and Meg did not think about how well that may have suited him. "Thahat—" he attempted to clear his voice, "That was quite the sudden...display. Not that I—! Well, uhm."
Meg glared, turned to leave the lounge because yes gods damn it she was embarrassed, only to see a very frazzled looking Thanatos gaping at the two of them.
Zagreus's remaining flush intensified somewhat as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Did you ehm, see all of that, Than?"
Thanatos seems to remember himself and quickly responded, eyes flitting about. "Yes, well, it is not my place to judge. It is...pleasant to see you taking revelry in something other than battle," he glanced at Meg cautiously, "Both of you."
Meg narrowed her eyes, giving the two gods a frigid look. "I have no time for this."
She didn't allow herself to feel bad for her cold behavior, even though she knew neither had done anything to provoke it. Instead, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.
Silence burnt through the room for a moment.
Zagreus sighed, shoulders sagging. What even happened back there? Had he done something wrong?
"I...apologize for her behavior, Zagreus."
"No, no, it's really fine Than, I just thought...well, I don't know what I thought, really."
Thanatos tried his best to give a reassuring look. "I don't believe she dislikes you, not really. Give her patience, space. Use that blasted persistence of yours."
Zagreus let out a weary laugh at that. "Well, my 'blasted persistence' hasn't proved very productive thus far."
At that, Thanatos let out a chuckle, grasping Zagreus's hands in his own. "It certainly worked on me."
Leaning his forehead against Thans, Zag felt himself relax a little. "Yes, you're right. You're always right."
A small grin. "Well, I certainly wouldn't object to that."
#tickle#tickle fic#tickle community#tickles#tickling#tickle fics#hades tickle#ticklish!zagreus#lee!zagreus#ler!meg
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Hello~! 💛 I am back with more questions ^^
First, how well do you think your alphas specifically would get along with Bee and Edge Bitties? Bee’s are actually the most I have of a single bitty breed (20 of them-) and they often like to cuddle up with Edge’s and I just wish to know should I introduce them since I often like take my clans out to the Green houses to let them play outside a bit-
Second of all, how well would they react to Alpha Mama Lionesses Flowey bitties, I also have them in the garden but they can be dangerous so I wish to know if I should limit the areas in which they should play-
Third, how well do you think they would get along with Butter Bitties! I have quiet a few and wish to know if there might be any problems just in case
Fourth, I wish to tell you I might adopt a large batch of your bitties soon, I definitely know I wish to have a few Doves especially after the little one you gave me and a few Mawtee ^^ I also want some recommendations from you if your willing, I have quiet a large household and most are indeed friendly or comparable with other bitties, it is rare for them to be incompatible, it rages from normal bitties to mythical creature types, including dragons, mers, and aliens
Fifth- do your sugar glider type bitties like Cheese Bugs? ^^
(Sorry I went on a little ramble ^^’)
I'm happy to answer your questions! Always good to see you!
1. I feel that Most Alphas will do well with the bitty bees! For bees, I feel Ravens, Swans, Cockatoos, and most Alpha Mawtee will do tremendously well with them, and Hades will do just fine with them as well. As for Edge, Ravens, Hades, and some Alpha Mawtee will do well, They do well with angrier bites. Swans prefer gentler, sweeter, or calmer packs. Cockatoos maybe be hard due to their need to remain in control and prefer Bitties that are excitable or fiery but not too aggressive. Hades and Ravens are often those who take the "harder" bitties, It keeps them on their toes. I feel they'd do quite well.
2. Cockatoos will get along surprisingly well will Flowey bitties, I feel Alphamama's Flowey bitties will be no exception, However, Momoka may be their least favorite to be around. Ravens and Swans will do well, Maybe hesitant at first but they warm up quickly and will take to them well, Swan may not do well with Momoka as well, I would still watch them close. Hades may not do well, but Flowey and Hades bitties usually not compatible, It's rare for Hades bitties to find comfort in them, and will likely not mix well. If they do find interest in them, it will likely be Yukiki in particular, I would still limit their interactions or just not allow them close by in possible.
3. Oooo, Okay. Poppy, Starburst, Honeybun, Dewdrops and Slushy Butter bitties would all be likely hits, Poppys and Starbursts seem to me would work extremely well with Cockatoos, Hades, Ravens and Swans, Cockatoos would take to them quickly and Ravens would certainly become protective quickly. both would be the quickest with them. Honeybuns and Dewdrops would be easy with Swans and Ravens (and Hades.) Slushys are likely to do well with Hades in particular, Swans would be good and Ravens as well, Cockatoos can be loud so I don't recommend them but I think there is potential. Reaper and Cherry bombs will mesh better with Ravens and Hades, They'll deal with them better as they are calm yet stern. Swans will work but they will are less likely to be interested in then. Don't do cockatoos, I really don't think they'd work.
For Crayola and Patch, The one they may not get along with is Cockatoo. Hades, Swan and Raven are better to mix. However, It will depend heavy on how to two mesh with them.
Midnight, I feel would do well with Swans and Hades the very best. Ravens are fine, They will do well, it will take time as they'll try to assess how to properly care for them. Swans and Hades are easy and extremely quiet and can be very gentle so they're likely to be quick to protective. Cockatoos are loud, possessive and can be off-putting so no, They would not work until the Cockatoo can completely tone themselves down.
4. I'm glad to hear that! Dove and Mawtee are always great to have! I'd take an Eta mawtee too! I can recommend if you want some to be easy with Doves, Pigeons, and a Raven or so. I would recommend, Cockatiels, Parrotlet, Crow, and maybe a Swan for the birdie bitties! Pecans, Hades, and Tickles are great as well! For the Eta mawtee, I'd go with A kindness and Determination soul. They're a fun group! With all their personalities they're bound to find bitties they can take to!
5. Nectars love cheese bugs! So do Pecans! Get the cheese bugs and you get an addicting treat for them!
I hope info did some good and I answered your questions to your liking!
#bittybones#undertale#undertale au#bitty au#bitty oc#post tale#posttale#dove#mawtee#crow#parrotlet#pecan#hades#nectar#tickles#pigeon#cockatiel#cockatoo#raven#swan#butter bitties#bittybees#jayedshifter#a long response! XD
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ok these scenes in ep 210 though 😝😍
#the way I was like O . O seeing even a brief tickling scene lol#relationship goals#lore olympus spoilers#lore olympus#persephades#tickling#fluff#teasy#i wish we had the in between of these 2 scenes lol#me being like#is this when he found out she’s ticklish#oh no a fic is already forming in my brain#oh dear oh my#lo#lo hades#lo persephone#tickling content#webtoons#spoilers#the feud 210#lo 210
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Hot on your heels
Run, run, run, as fast as you can, you better hope I don’t catch you, or you’re a dead man.
A hellish pursuit ends in pleasant hysterics. For @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers , dear Panda, I hope this will inspire and strengthen you 😊 Also maybe fluster the heck out of you 😈💜
SFW. Potential warnings: none, except Meg being a meanie. Hades: Zagreus/Megaera tickle fic.
Word count: 3,572
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The denizens of the underworld had become accustomed to the sight of the prince dashing through the labyrinthine chambers out of hell. They were no longer surprised, just resigned, at the approach of fiery footfalls of the armed and fiercely determined god wreaking havoc on any wretch to stand between him and his goal of the surface world. Sometimes the stretches between rampaging visits were long, sometimes short, but, eventually, inevitably, the prince would return to cut them down, and the wretched shades and monsters would rise at the call of their lord to slow the prince down as much as they could, to their last breath.
So they were understandably shocked when they were summoned to Tartarus only to see the prince running INTO the depths, fleeing the surface with all the fervor he usually implemented in trying to reach it. Shortly behind him and ostensibly sparking his retreat, the first of the furies tore after Zagreus, her pale blue face burning sapphire and her mouth twisted into a grinning snarl. One slice of her whip and Zagreus was yanked to a stop, caught 'round the ankle and sent sprawling. Megaera leapt, a cobalt lightning bolt arcing through the air between her and her prey, and landed atop Zagreus' back, pinning him to the ground on his front. Her whip seemed to slither of its own accord to loop around his other ankle as well, tightening to secure them together and prevent any attempt at escape.
For a moment that felt much longer than it was, the only sound in the chamber--recently vacated by wretches for fear of whatever horrors the first fury would subject the prince to--was both Zagreus' and Meg's labored breathing. He'd evaded her through quite a few many rooms before getting caught. Likely, she'd LET him stay just out of her grasp so he'd be too tired to fight back once she finally used all her effort to capture him.
When the silence evidently became too much for the voluble prince, he turned his head so as to comfortably smush his cheek against the ghastly stone and opened his mouth, certainly ready to use his breath for rambling instead of running. Meg cut him off before he could, placing a hand, shockingly gentle, upon the middle of his back. The pressure she added as she planted her hand there prompted a startled grunt from him, as she used the bracing hand to adjust her position to straddle his lower back. His forearms were pinned under her knees, and his ears flared crimson under her breath when she leaned in close over him.
"I’m accustomed to recounting crimes before I torture my charges," Meg growled, and Zagreus began to wriggle.
"Meg, Meg, wait, please—"
Zagreus was jolted into silence once more when Meg's other hand touched his back. That time, it was only the tips of her pink nails that met his skin, featherlight and full of devastating promise. "So. Let's do this again." She traced agonizingly slow squiggling patterns down his shoulders and the back of his ribs, edging tauntingly close to his sides as she went on. "I said, "are you seriously spending time using that silly rod to catch bottom feeders? Suits your pitiful extended family; just to their taste, I'm sure."" Meg's eyes flashed in a moment of rage, and Zagreus yelped when the fury's nails dug briefly but harshly into his lower ribcage. "And YOU said…"
Rather than supply what his response had been then, Zagreus rested his forehead against the dark rock below and willed it to absorb the heat in his cheeks. He wasn't digging his own grave, just begging the ground to swallow him whole and save him from Meg's wrath. Well. If he'd really wanted to avoid her ire, he wouldn't have provoked her, digging his own grave in the first place. "Somehow," he said, nose squished against the stone in his best attempt to bury himself, "this hasn't jogged my memory—blood and—!"
"You, HIGHNESS," and she added venom to that title by squeezing her fingertips into either side of his lower back and the jut of his hips, "no, Meg—"
"I do not sound like that—"
Another squeeze from Meg, another yelp from Zagreus, and she carried on. "You said, "no, Meg, this is what I do whenever I miss you, seeing as it often yields me slimy creatures with all your charm and wit."
Okay, yes, in hindsight, even with Meg pitching her voice down and jutting out her jaw to make it sound stupid… it had been a hilarious sting. Zagreus could hardly apologize for that. Especially when it had gotten him exactly the outcome he'd expected. Been hoping for. "Meg, come on," he said, more than ready to defend his comedic genius if it meant pissing her off more.
Such defense was cut off succinctly when she used both hands to shove him further into the ground. She used the momentum of the push to swing forward, bearing down on his ear once more with a furious whisper. "Do you think I can let that go unpunished, Zagreus?"
Zagreus was not unaware that nearly all his attempts to reply had been abruptly and aggressively cut off. Meg clearly wasn't interested in him talking. So he only grunted as she lifted her hands off him, biting his lip as she pulled away only to her fingertips and went back to tracing his back in that maddeningly slow and light pattern.
"This isn’t an errand your father has me running to slow you down. Now, it’s personal. You’ve insulted me. And I will not let that stand."
"Nor let me stand, it would seem," he couldn't help but remark.
Meg scoffed, certainly rolling her eyes. "Very funny. Let’s see how funny you find this."
The rapidly shifting dichotomy was going to undo him long before her vengeful appetite was satiated, he just knew it. The delicate but devious touch of her nails on his back, gentle enough to give him goosebumps and sharp enough to figuratively cut through the fabric of his tunic, was starkly contrasted by the strength she wielded against him. She wrestled him easily onto his side, and her whip slithered quickly up and around his wrists to lash them together and bind them above his head. In a flash, he was on his back, hopelessly helpless beneath the grip of her whip and the pin of her thighs on his waist. Apparently, she had granted him enough mercy by barely allowing him to plead his case. She gave him not more than a second--during which, he would have sworn, he could hear the sharp unsheathing of judgment blades as Meg bared her pink claws--before she attacked. Viciously, ruthlessly, with all the kindness of someone with too much experience in punishing, and experience in that exact kind. She plucked a hellish tune along the left side of his ribs, accompanied by his own sudden rushing shriek that descended into panicked, elated laughter. Scratching and scribbling tirelessly, Meg's nails made thorough treks up and down and back and forth across just the one side of his ribs, skating along the tips of the bones and vibrating torturously between them. But she didn't stop there. While the nails of her right hand did their damning dance on his ribs, her other hand hovered over his armpit--he could see it just barely through the laughter induced tears on his eyelashes, and, only when he had seen the newest form of his destruction--and swiftly descended. And treated the pale vulnerable hollow to the softest tickling imaginable from claws so sharp. Her fingers left lightning in their wake, delicately frying his nerves with sensation and softness. As her fingers on his back had all but ignored the fabric of his tunic to send shivers down his spine, they now seemed to ignore his skin, tickling right down to his immortal core.
And then she switched sides.
Moreover, her hands departed from his left side in favor of his right, but she also switched techniques. Now, it was his right armpit that suffered under the clawing vengeance, and his ribs that were teased, featherlight and unbearable. The howling laughter bursting from his lips left him little space to think, to decide which combination had been worse. Neither could he see the fiendish smile upon her face at having so easily reduced him to such a state—how she was enjoying herself as much as he was, and she knew it.
Desperate, dizzy gulps of air slowly overtook Zagreus’ laughter when Meg stilled her havoc-wreaking hands. He’d become so overwhelmed by and comfortable to her touch that he didn’t register she hadn’t pulled away, only stopped. So his giggly, gasping reprieve was interrupted by his own hiccupping yelp when Meg moved, her fingertips ghosting down his chest and torso until they settled on his lower belly, the soft spots on either side of and beneath his navel. Zagreus whined through his tittering and weakly shook his head. “No,” he babbled, giddy and unconvincing to either himself or Meg. “No, no, don’t—”
“You’ve had to beat me to get out of Tartarus,” said Meg, holding her hands in place, still, above the spot that had Zagreus pleading already, as she bowed over his beaming face. “Don’t tell me this is all I need to do to beat you.” Both the scoffing edge to her voice and the taunting glint in her eye softened as she leaned closer, smiling and teasing. “Really, darling? All it takes to break the Prince of the Underworld is to make him laugh?” He shook his head, ears aflame as though her very words were tickling him as well. Meg chuckled, lowering her voice and lips close to his flushing ears. “To softly tickle under his arms and between his ribs and around his belly button?”
When he shook his head that time, Zagreus couldn’t help but slow his movement—the only he could muster under how she held him—so as to keep his ear turned toward her and his burning cheek buried in his bicep. “Meg—” he managed through his piddly protests.
“Maybe,” mused Meg, leaning back and tipping her head thoughtfully and ignoring his words as consistently as she had the past hour, “next time you fight me and my sisters, I’ll tell them about this little trick. Better yet, show them.” Her once-soft grin sharpened back into something wickeder under his wide-eyed, mortified yet eager gaze. “All three of us with you at our mercy. Bet I could even rope a wringer or two into holding you down so the three of us could fully devote all our attention to you, get revenge for all the times you’ve defeated us. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?” Zagreus stiffened as she leaned in once more, a shiver passing bodily through him as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “For now, it’s just me you’ll have to survive. And, cute as you are, I haven’t forgotten why I’m doing this.”
He’d probably still be giggling if she hadn’t stolen the breath from him with such a ruthless plot for his next run in with the fury sisters. Instead, when his breath returned, he used it just to wheeze out, “I’m sorry.”
Meg rolled her eyes and chuckled. Just a twitch of her fingers into his belly, along with the following squeal that jolted from his chest, was enough to remind Zagreus of what awaited him in the present—never mind what he would have to look forward to in the future. “That’s nice,” Megaera said with a yawn, slipping her hands under the hem of his tunic. “But this is not to get an apology. This is for the consequences of your actions. And you knew that, or you wouldn’t have been such a little shit in the first place.”
Either his lapse in hysterical laughter or her own words spurred her into action, and Meg renewed her onslaught. With incredibly brutal softness, she scribbled her vicious fingers into his sensitive flesh, prompting from him a fresh and raucous bout of guffawing. It wasn’t just the physical attack; his exhaustion from having fought so hard through Tartarus and then having sprinting back, her teasing words planting images in his mind of countless damned hands reducing him to giggly shreds, and his relief to be swept away in it all—all the odds were stacked against him. In truth, the spot Meg had picked wasn’t so devastatingly sensitive. Sure, Zagreus could quickly melt into a happy puddle when tickled there, but her revenge would surely be better suited to the weaker spots she had already tormented. He’d been a little shit; knew that. Meg was vengeful; he knew that, too. What she knew, that maybe he didn’t or didn’t want to admit, was that Zagreus gave better than his all no matter what challenge he faced. Didn’t falter, didn’t give up, and didn’t rest. Unless someone who loved him very dearly held him down—or tired him so completely that he couldn’t do anything else—and ensured he rested. So even if Zagreus was flustered and laughter-drunk and exhausted, he was happy. Meg knew and loved him well enough to make it easy for him to get the rest and attention he wanted and needed, even if he couldn’t ask for it.
Maybe he’d rather die than ask for it. Or maybe Meg just wanted to kill him, he thought dazedly as Meg left his stomach to shake and suffer under lingering phantom tickles. He thought so, only because she pushed against the stone on either side of his legs to give herself the leverage to swing around facing away from him and to straddle his knees.
“Wait, wait—!”
The hoarse exclamation—the only so far to actually call for Meg to be diverted from her doling out of his punishment—was only made more sincere by Zagreus reaching to clutch Meg’s shoulder and stop her. Well. He tried to. Her whip was still wound around his forearms, so, though he could sit up, he couldn’t grab anything very effectively. He settled for earnestly flapping his hands against her back, shrinking only a little when she looked over her shoulder to glare challengingly at him.
“You—” Zagreus cleared his throat, nodding to his burning feet, “you’ll burn yourself.”
Megaera raised an eyebrow and scoffed, sending him teetering once more onto his back with a shove. “Oh, now you’ll be considerate? No, thanks, Zag.”
He was going to try to halt her once again, but the grin she turned back to cast him, so confident and evil, persuaded him otherwise, pinning him as effectively as her thighs did his knees. As he watched, she held up a hand, and, with a burst of magenta fire, shadows began to coil up her fingers like black flame, like burning smoke with no smoldering source. Zagreus tipped his head quizzically, still panting from the previous bout of belly laughter. That roiling, rising black fog… it almost looked like…
“Recognize this?” Meg guessed. She then explained, “From your spats with Tisiphone. Spectral shadows that relieve you of sight and speed.”
Of course, Zagreus realized, nodding but still squinting in confusion. In his fights against her, Tisiphone summoned souls and shadow to form a storm of darkness that kept Zagreus from landing any blows while she decimated the chamber in which they fought to give him less room to maneuver. But why did Meg…?
“Picked up that trick from her and made it my own,” she went on, holding the hand gloved in darkness over his chest for him to examine at a closer distance. “This is suffocating shadows. Relieves the area it surrounds of light and breath.” Though she hadn’t held it near enough for Zagreus to feel such effects, Meg pulled her hand away, reaching to the other end of his body and touching two fingers to his ever-burning calf. The small patch of fire surrounding where she touched fizzled out, leaving nothing but deathly pale skin. Zagreus blinked wonderingly at the display. It didn’t hurt, and, when she lifted her hand, fire quickly consumed the spot, yet her hand remained unharmed. “Quite devastating when used offensively,” she said, turning her hand one way and then another to watch the black flame curl and rise. “It will suit my needs now. Hopefully still devastating, but not as deadly.”
Her golden eyes flashed as she set her gaze from the fireless smoke back to Zagreus. Had he not been temporarily cured of his usual cleverness, he might have said she took away his breath just fine without the aid of magic when she looked at him like that.
“And, I swear,” Meg growled through a grin, “if you die on me before I am satisfied with my revenge, I will drag you out of the Styx, tickle you back to life, tickle you to death, and do so repeatedly until I am satisfied.”
Struck dumb for one of the few times in his life (even though a substantial amount of those times had occurred in that short day alone), Zagreus, throat dry, nodded.
Once more, Meg softened, giggling herself at the delighted terror on the prince’s face. “You’re strong enough to win against me any other time. You’re strong enough to last through this. You know I know that, don’t you?”
She knew too much, he thought, cheeks burning as he nodded again.
The warmth she granted him was quickly overtaken by the blazing fire of vengeance. “Good. Because if you can’t last when you practically begged for it, you ought to think twice next time before you get smart with me.”
The indignant squeak from the prince’s throat was torn through by a panicked squeal as Meg chuckled sinisterly and donned a second shadowy gauntlet before unleashing hell upon his innocent soles.
It wasn’t fair. Funnily enough for a fellow with fiery feet, Zagreus was no stranger to being tickled there. In general, it wasn’t a very well-kept secret that the mouthy prince could be calmed or quieted after being coerced to laugh until his sides were sore. He’d suffered under enough merciless merriment often enough that the most sadistic of his friends and family—usually his current tormenter and sometimes, funny enough for such a stoic character, Thanatos—that all of his weak spots had been targeted at some point or another. So common a weak spot for others could not be ignored, even with so convincing a deterrent as literal hellfire. Zagreus had thus suffered under some pretty creative means around his perpetual fire slippers and been wrecked to the fullest. He wasn’t even as ticklish on his feet as other spots, but how much harder they were to get at made them a novelty, and so never failed to make him lose his mind at the reminder of how bad it could tickle.
In a tortured song that could put the damned to shame, Zagreus thrashed and wailed, howling cachinnation echoing up into the caverns of Tartarus no matter how he tried to muffle it in his fists or Meg’s back. Even when he clung to her, she paid no mind, fully intent on her self-appointed duty. Her shadow-shielded fingers skated unimpeded up and down his soles, chasing shrieking laughter and sputtering flame almost as fast as either could be produced by the chortling prince beneath her. If Zagreus forgot each time how ticklish his feet could be, Meg remembered for him, every spot and every method to be wielded against him for ultimate destruction.
Her pink talons scribbling beneath his toes with special attention between his third and fourth, fluttering along his heels, raking up down his instep in unpredictable rhythm—every evil technique she used against him, both of her own devising and that she’d “picked up” as well, sent him further spiraling into elated, screaming laughter, until he couldn’t remember why he’d provoked her in the first place, where he’d been running to that had made his feet so sore for attention, couldn’t think of anything but that deliciously devilishly overwhelming need to laugh, to surrender to Meg’s hands, to her care. To trust that, if he couldn’t ask for lack of confidence or lack of breath, she knew what he wanted.
He may have had one foot in the Styx when she did, finally, deem his punishment sufficiently completed. At least, he’d lost enough oxygen laughing to have gone very loopy and very limp. Megaera chuckled, rolling her eyes fondly, and swung her leg off him to instead lay beside him, tousle his hair and touch his flushed and smile-stuck face. She may have spoken to him, but Zagreus felt like he was floating, like his ears were full of cotton and her voice was too far away to make out. But she smiled, and he was already smiling but he smiled back, and then he was floating because she lifted him easily into her arms and carried him toward the house at the heart of hell.
Zagreus leaned into the warmth of her shoulder and, at last, found excuse enough to let himself rest. He hoped his slurred speech amounted to something like “thanks” before he drifted off to the swaying step of her gait. He may have been dreaming already, but he thought he could hear her loving reply.
“You’re welcome, you damn idiot.”
#ro writes#hades tickling#ticklish!zagreus#zagreus x megaera#lee!zagreus#ler!meg#unleash me not upon your blorbos#apparently i would love to make them suffer#tickling#writing#mine: edits
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TickleTober Day 16 : Sweets
Characters: Thanatos x Zagreus
Warnings: Short!
Pairing key: & = platonic, x = romantic!
I have been playing Hades again lately and I have missed these two losers hehe
"What are these?" Thanatos stared curiously at the bowl that Zagreus had brought back to the House of Hades.
"I grabbed them before I died, no idea what they are but they smell nice, I guess." Zagreus' relaxed but cheeky smile was too much for the reaper to protest against. He watched as his lover unwrapped the strange ball and without hestitation, popped it into his mouth.
"Uh... what if that was poisonous?"
"We will find out if I emerge from the pool in a moment."
Thanatos sighed, he knew there was no reason to worry but he couldn't help it.
"Well, I am not dead, and these little ball-like treats are sweet and tasty. In conclusion, you are going to try one."
Snapped out of his thoughts, and seeing a hand holding one of these "sweets" approaching his face, Than swatted it away and watched as Zag pouted when the little treat rolled across the dirty floor.
“Aw, come on Than. Open up!” The Son of Hades stepped closer with another piece of candy, inching it closer to his mouth again, “Just try one, would you?”
“Zag…”
“Than~”
“Zagreus…”
“Thanatos~”
“Son of Hades…”
“Son of Nyx~”
“Stop this childish nonseheheense! Ah! What are you doing!?”
Zagreus had begun poking his partner’s ribs with one hand and doing his best to stick the candy into his mouth with the other.
“Come on, Than. You know you want to try it.”
“S-Stop ihihit Zag! Mmmph!!!”
The God of Death tried to hold his mouth shut through his giggles as Zagreus continued to experiment with what spots were ticklish.
“You know Than, it’s almost as if you are ticklish or something.” The Son of Hades decided to ditch the candy entirely and tackle Thanatos onto the bed, softly prodding and kneading his ribs and sides.
“Surely the mortals will be less afraid of death if they saw you like this, right? I think this suits you more.”
“Heheh- HAHAHA ZAHAHAHGREUS STOHOHOP THAHAT!!” Thanatos threw his head back and tried to hide his face and protect his torso at the same time, but he only had so many hands to use.
“What is it that mortals say? Tickle tickle tickle~”
“ZAGREHEHEHEUSSS I swear I will tell you f-fatheheheher!!!”
Zagreus made a mock gasp, “Oh no, whatever will I do? Thanatos is going to admit to my father of his doings with his son? Oh no, oh no.” The sarcasm and teasing oozed from his tone.
He was right though, if Thanatos said something then Hades would not only know what they get up to in private, but also know that he was ticklish of all things.
“HAHAHAH ZAHAHAHAG PLEEEHEHEHASE!!!” Making the mistake of putting both his arms up to try and push his offender off, Thanatos unfortunately found Zagreus’ hands digging under his arms which just caused him to squirm and laugh even harder.
“Look at you, I have never seen you make such a face or noise. I shall relish this moment forever.”
“Y-You are sohohoho dehehehead!”
“You say that but I know you will just revive me every time.”
Zagreus released Thanatos from his tickle attack and before his companion could retort he popped a candy into his mouth.
“There, sweet, isn’t it?”
Thanatos’ face contorted for a moment as the felt the rush of sweetness fill his mouth, a flavour that was not often tasted.
“Hmph… not bad, Zag.”
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Picture Book
Panda's Notes: Very late happy birthday to @ssnicker-doodless! This is technically in an AU that splices the characters from Hades into the version of Olympus/Underworld from Lore Olympus, but we can just call it a modern AU if you want. >w<
Zagreus had been up in the attic for the better part of the morning. Most members of the house had rightly assumed that he was looking for something, but at this point, they figured the teen was just screwing around again.
But they were wrong, obviously!
Zagreus had rummaged through box after box; shelf after shelf. The attic was shockingly organized, another mark of his father’s uptight past. …More uptight past. But apparently, that meant it didn’t need any labels. Father Hades was sooo great at remembering things, it seemed. Zagreus wondered why he hadn’t inherited any of those good traits as he flipped through another old book to try and decipher this shelf’s pattern.
He sighed and set it down. This entire bookshelf was all stuff about wars. Not what he’d been asked to find.
He moved to the next one, already hearing the groan inside his head as he noticed how much thicker these books were. His inner monologue shut up when he lifted one; despite their width, the books were light. The pages weren’t made of paper, and—oh!
“Finally…” He sighed with a smile. This was the photo album shelf. Now he just had to find the picture…
Um…
Well, even if Zagreus had remembered which photo his father wanted from the album shelf, he’d long since forgotten after he’d started looking through each one.
White covered albums seemed to be from Olympus; all of Zagreus’ favorite cousins had baby pictures, birthdays, even more recent events.
Green albums were filled with photos of Mother and the mortal realm. Persephone’s favorite plants and gardens; sneaky photos of Athens taken over decades. Human lives were so short… Zagreus wondered if they’d even live long enough to have cameras.
Purple albums were all of Nyx and her children. There were so many… Exactly how sentimental was Mother Nyx? Then again, Zagreus was learning a lot more about his family lately.
Red albums—It was a red one! That’s why he was up here. Gods, that took forever. Zagreus thumbed over the spines—there were only two this time, oddly enough—and grabbed the first one excitedly. He sat down against the shelf, and as he opened the album, he felt a knot forming in his chest.
These were his albums. Dozens of pictures of Zagreus as a baby. In his mothers’ arms, Father’s, Nyx. Him meeting Than and Hypnos, posed next to Megaera too. Zagreus wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand, laughing softly to himself as he kept flipping.
“Zagreus?” He flinched as the attic door opened, and Thanatos leaned in to look around. “You’ve been up here for hours; your father is looking for you.”
“I told you he probably ran off to play with Cerberus or something.” Megaera’s voice crept into the room as Thanatos pushed the door open.
“I am here, actually.” Zagreus called, waving a hand in case they truly couldn’t see him. “Appreciate the confidence though, Meg.”
She chuckled, and both of them approached him. Thanatos crouched beside him, peering over his shoulder. “Did you find what your father wanted?”
“Can’t be this…” Megaera murmured, a hand on her chin as she glanced the photos too. “Can it?”
“I don’t know, honestly.” Zagreus shrugged. “He told me to find a red photo album. Didn’t specify which one. I might bring down both just to see.”
“I don’t remember any of these...” Thanatos said softly, flipping a couple of pages himself and chuckling.
“Wait!” Zagreus grabbed his wrist, laughter already lining his voice. “Look!”
His eyes had fallen on a photo featuring the three of them climbing all over Cerberus. They all looked so tiny; Meg’s wing was barely the size of her shoulder; they were still in diapers, even!
Zagreus laughed, pulling the book closer to try and inspect the photo better in the low light. “You two are so cute here! By Gods, you’re both even smiling!”
They certainly weren’t smiling now though, and Zagreus could feel tension growing in the air around them. He cringed a bit as Megaera glared down at the book, his laughter turning into an awkward chuckle as he started to close it.
“Okay, well, I should probably take these to Fa—”
“Ah.” A flinch rocked Zagreus’ entire body as the pommel of Thanatos’ scythe pressed into the page, the weight of his ire pressing Zagreus’ knee to the floor. “Sorry, but uh…”
“Yeah…No offense to you or the family, Zag, but we’re destroying that picture.” Meg sighed as if she were just suggesting what to eat for lunch. Her practice whip cracked hard through the dusty air right after.
“Hey, hey! Easy!” Zagreus yelped, scrambling to his feet while yanking the book to his chest. “If you destroy this book, Father will kill us; mostly me!”
“Not the book; just that picture.” She stalked forward, gripping the whip between her hands and cracking it against itself.
Thanatos placed a hand on her shoulder, stepping in front of her. “What she means to say is, well… Actually, I can’t think of an alternative. But let’s calm down a little. Just hand over the book. It’s one picture; we’ll take responsibility.”
“Like he’d notice anyway.” Meg huffed.
Zagreus, for his part, was certainly not short on integrity. “I—Look, I do get it, you two. But if the picture’s in here, someone must like it. …And I do too.”
Than’s face fell. Good cop was off the table. Zagreus knew what came next. Dammit, he wasn’t good at this yet. He called to the shield Father had given him. Aegis; that was its name. Maybe he could swap the book in there instead.
“Go for the throat.” Thanatos growled, and Meg just smirked.
Zagreus squeaked, the threat alone putting him off balance. What actually put him over was Than’s scythe hooking under his ankle and ripping it out from under him. Megaera lunged, and her hand pressed his collarbones to speed up his hard fall against the floor.
“Let go of the book, Zag.” She practically purred, one hand clutching the edge of the book as she sat on his waist. “One. Chance.” She gripped his chin, staring into his mismatched eyes with a smug, domineering fondness.
Zagreus could feel his chest tighten, heat filling up his cheeks as a nervous smile pulled his lips. He crossed his arm across his chest, bracing the book against himself even as she hummed “patiently”.
“The throat it is, then.” She smirked, two of her fingers loosening off of his face to drag their nails up his neck. The squeaking giggles that welled up behind them only made him tense up more, and he was shocked to find that he couldn’t move his chin from her grip at all.
“Hmhmhm….” She sighed, those two fingers just…dragging slowly up and disappearing for a second just to do it again. “How slow do you want to do this?”
Zagreus bit his lip, but he realized she wasn’t asking him. Thanatos was standing over him, staring at his face for any apparent signs of weakness, probably. He rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
“He’s already late. We might have to be fast.” Without any other fanfare, he dropped to his knees, hands darting past Zagreus’ arms to dig into his sides. He leaned down to whisper against the side of his head. “Let’s see how he handles being torn apart~”
Megaera flinched a little when Zagreus screeched and tried to kick his legs. She reset her position, setting her weight just above his knees to curb his flailing.
“You guys!” Zagreus cried out, voice cracking around squeals and cackles as he tried to twist away from hands that…weren’t moving. Dammit.
True enough, Thanatos’ hands hadn’t moved an inch after gripping onto his flanks, except for a few errant pinches and maybe pressing the pads of his fingers in. He didn’t scratch or even twitch a finger unless his grip came a bit loose. Between him just…being there and Meg still teasing at his neck, Zagreus felt justified in his slight overreaction. His grip didn’t loosen, especially when he felt Meg try to pull the album.
“Tired already?” Thanatos asked with a smirk once Zagreus stopped moving. “Need a jump-start then?”
Oh. Wow, this was more serious than Zagreus thought.
Than’s fingers were moving all of a sudden, and Zagreus could feel every individual brush. They skittered and scrambled and squeezed fast up and down his sides and across his stomach. Right on cue, Zagreus was shrieking with laughter again, more or less doubled now that Thanatos was making an effort.
“See, you have plenty of energy in there!” Thanatos taunted, changing his tactic to rapid pokes around his belly. “Maybe you can use it to see reason!”
“I-I’m not trying t—” Zagreus’s voice pitched into a screechy cackle as Meg brought both hands up to skitter her nails across his neck. “Meg, please!!”
He was trying desperately to twist under Meg’s weight. Snorts starting to break up his laughter, and the heels of his sneakers scraped against the hardwood with his effort.
“When did you get so tough, Hades Kid?” Thanatos whispered fondly against the side of his head, one hand moving to the edge of the album. “Let go of the book.”
His voice was long gone, but he still managed to keep a grip that Thanatos wasn’t overpowering with one hand.
“We’re encroaching on this not being ‘fast’ anymore.” Meg chuckled.
“Want me to try the Lock Breaker?” Thanatos didn’t make the mistake of loosening his grip or stopping his fingers.
“Normally, I’d say I don’t want to go deaf, but this might be more important.”
“Fair enough.” Without giving Zagreus a moment to think, Thanatos moved his hand to scribble relentlessly around his bellybutton, nails dipping in and tracing the edge as fast as he could.
Meg may have exaggerated about going deaf, because Zagreus didn’t think he could get any louder than a minute ago. He actually wasn’t sure how long he’d been stuck here, but now was definitely the worst of it. Meg’s hands had moved to pin his waist, stopping him from twisting around at all as he was cackling himself hoarse.
He hadn’t even noticed when he lashed out to grab Than’s wrist, but in an instant the book was gone. Thanatos pushed off of his chest and stood up with the book over his head.
“Ha! Never fails!” He cheered, stepping back and flipping to the page.
“Than, wait!” Zagreus choked out, finding a second wind to struggle. Meg wrestled him easily, letting him flail a little, but stopping him before he could make any distance.
The sound of something tearing ripped silence through the room.
“Oops.” Thanatos chuckled, closing the book and setting it on the floor. Meg grinned as well, loosening her hold and standing up herself.
They exchanged a smug look before they noticed Zagreus sitting on the floor. He stared at the empty space in the book, heaving a choked sigh before closing it. “I’m glad you two are happy.” He hummed patiently, moving to stand up.
“Zag…” Thanatos cringed a bit, about to reach out to him.
“Are you three done making all that noise?”
The trio practically jumped out of their skin, looking up to see Hades in the doorway.
“A-Ah, sir…” Meg murmured warily, straightening awkwardly.
“We…Um, sorry.” Thanatos confessed, showing the handful of pieces from the torn photo.
Hades stared down at them, sighing and rolling his eyes before stepping aside. “You’re all late for your training. Out.”
“Yes sir.” Megaera and Thanatos nodded quickly and descended the stairs.
Zagreus remained there, unable to look his father in the eye. He held the album tight to his chest, and he felt himself shaking as heavy footsteps crossed the floor.
“I needed this one, actually.” Hades huffed, and Zagreus heard him pick up the other book. A hand touched his face, and Hades thumbed his cheek. “Tears are precious, boy. Don’t waste them on what doesn’t matter.”
“…It mattered enough to keep, didn’t it?”
That hand moved to pet his hair. “That wasn’t even the original.” His voice almost sounded pleased. “Bring that to my office. I’ll put in a new copy. Maybe you’ll see a few others.”
Zagreus blinked, staring after his father before chasing him down the stairs.
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Hideaway (Hades)
Happy Squealing Santa! Hello @rosileeduckie! It is I, Squiggily, your Secret Santa this year! I hope you're having a fantastic winter and holiday! Hades was such a great game, and even though I don’t always write about it- this was an absolute blast to make! :D I hope you like it! (Made an extra gift too~)
Summary: Zagreus and Thanatos share a stolen moment alone from the festivities.
The cool air around him was a blessing as Zagreus pushed through the balcony doors, breathing it in. Behind him, ghosts and demons alike laughed and cheered, clinking drinks and singing drunkenly to whatever a tispy Ophellio played for them.
Winter in the Underworld had a profound effect on the residents that lived there- even his father- Hades himself. He was smiling as he chatted away with Achilles and Patrocles- the topic most likely not something Zagreus would be interested in.
Judging by the growing dulled expression Patrocles was starting to wear, it wasn’t something he was into either. It made the Prince smile knowing he wasn’t alone.
“Running away from the party? Can’t say I’m too surprised.” Thananto’s voice was smooth as the shadows he hid in, seeming to appear out of nowhere from his spot against the balcony fence. In his hand was a glass of ambrosia, barely touched. He twirled it slowly in his fingers as his careful eyes watched the prince, taking him all in. “You’ve never been one to stay in the palace- literally.”
“Good evening to you too, Than.” Zagreus brushed off the pointed comments, leaning back on his own end of the fence. “Funny you say that, but here you are- hiding away just like me.”
“I’m not-” He started, but thought better of it. Instead, Thanatos turned his gaze back to his glass, swishing the fluid within the crystal cup once more. “I’m not a fan of…this. There are too many souls in the room. It’s…overwhelming.”
“Hm.” Zagreus nodded. He understood that feeling all too well. The palace, while not nearly as packed as it was tonight- always felt like the air was thin. There was so much going on- so many unanswered questions about his birthright, so many tasks to do and jobs he had no interest in partaking in.
Sometimes he attempted to run to learn about his mother.
Other times he ran because it was the only way he could breathe.
The mood felt too heavy. Reaching out, he snatched the glass from the other’s hand, draining it in one clean gulp. “Can’t let it go to waste- that’s the good stuff.” Zagreus nodded with a grin, laughing at the shock on Thanatos’ expression.
“I was drinking that.” A lie and they both knew it.
“And now I did.” Zagreus stuck the tip of his tongue out at him. He was feeling silly- the wine was hitting him harder than he thought. “Take that.”
“You’re such a- I don’t even know what to describe you as right now.” Thanatos shook his head with a small smile, turning back to the night sky as Zagreus shook with chuckles. “I’m glad you're having fun tonight.”
“With you, I’m always having fun.” He meant it in a kind light, but the comment seemed to make Thanatos droop, his smile fading for a more somber expression as he stared out across the horizon. “What’s wrong? Was it something I said?”
“This won’t last.” Thanatos didn’t even try to soften the blow. “By morning, you’ll be gone again- off to Olympus in an attempt to get out once more.”
That was true- he would be back at it again. “I’m sorry-”
“Don’t.” Thanatos cut him off, voice tight. “Don’t you dare.”
Zagreus remained quiet, letting the sounds of the party fill the silence between them. This wasn’t a new thing; Thanatos made it clear his opposition to the prince’s various escapades. He didn’t try to stop him- he respected him too much to try and hold him back these days- or perhaps he was just too tired to try anymore.
Zagreus didn’t know how to feel about either.
The air began to grow flavorful- Dusa’s famous stew was near ready. Dinner will be served soon.
“Can’t keep them waiting.” Thanatos stood, stretching his arms out as he turned to the onslaught of partygoers. “We’ll be missed if we don’t show up.”
“You’re going like that?” Zagreus asked, brows furrowing at the grimness of Thanatos’ features.
“You have to at least fake a smile for family holiday dinner.” Thanatos turned his lips upward in a hollow curve, eyes sad as they met Zagreus’. “You and I both know that by heart now.”
He did, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit.
“Why fake it?” Zagreus asked, a new idea coming to mind as he straightened out. “When I can easily bring a real one out of you?”
“I highly doubt you could toni- What are you doing?” Thanatos backed up then, unprepared for how close the prince got. They were the same height, but this close in all his flaming glory, he seemed much bigger. “Zagreus-”
“Smile for me, Than.” His lips were curved into a wicked grin, eyes dancing. It wasn’t long before hands grabbed his waist, wiggling their fingers into his ribs.
“Ah!! No! Nohohoho, you bahahhahahstahhahard!” Thanatos yelped, squirming as he clung to the pale hands on him. “Gehehheet ohohohohoff you bruuhuuhute! Noohohoht hehehehehere!”
“Why not? Everyone’s either too drunk or too distracted to notice.” Zagreus’ tone was teasing, his mismatched eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the shaky smile forcing itself upon Thanatos’ lips. “And who are you calling a brute?” He moved his hands further in, grazing the back of Death’s ribs so gently it made him arch with a squeaky yelp. “I’d say I’m quite gentle. Can’t you tell?”
“Shuuhuhuhuhuhsh, you fiehehehhehend!” Thanatos tried to swat at him, but his attacks were weak- just barely swatting at his arms. Zagreus had him cornered, back against the balcony railing while his fingers flew up and down his torso, pushing past the thin material of his robes to get the warm skin there. “Ihihihihiihiht’s toohohohoho coohohohohld out heheheehheere for thhiihhiihs!”
“I know- that’s why I need to warm you up.” The prince leaned in close, his voice sending shivers down the other’s spine. “If you’d like though, we can move this somewhere else-”
The offer was enticing and embarrassing. Thanatos had no time to process either before they heard the thump of footsteps coming towards the Balcony doors. “Zag-”
“Hey, what’s up?” The prince’s back was to him now, his wide shoulders shielding a now exhausted Thanatos from their guest. “How can I help you, Hypnos?”
“Your father is looking for you. It’s time for the feast.” The sleepy being rubbed his arms as he looked around, brows furrowing. “Is Thanatos with you? I swear I heard him just now.”
“Nope- haven’t seen him all night. Must have passed out drunk somewhere.” That earned him a pinch to the bicep. It took everything in Zagreus not to grin. “I’m sure he’ll find his way back once the feast is on. You know how he is.”
“That I do. Okay; come in when you're done- before all the roasted duck is gone.” Hypnos waved as he reentered the party, leaving the two alone once more.
“Passing out drunk? What do you take me for?” Thanatos grumbled as he glared at the prince, a faint blush still painting his cheeks.
“What? It’s believable, right? Well- probably not for you.” Zagreus shrugged, just barely avoiding another pinch. “We could absolutely go out and get drunk if you’d like to validate our story?”
“You’re terrible.” There it was again, that small but warm smile he only wore for him. “We should really head back. I’m sure you’re craving that roasted duck Hypno’s mentioned.”
The prince’s stomach growled in response, earning a snort. “Knew it.”
“Heh, what can I say? It’s famously good.” Zagreus offered an arm, waiting patiently while the other stared. “Shall we?”
“...Fine, I suppose.” He took the other’s arm, letting him bring him back into the warmth of the room. A thank you was on the tip of his tongue, but for what he didn’t know. “Zag-”
“Yes?” He turned to look back, mismatched eyes kind. Something like understanding lingered in them.
“Nevermind.” Thanatos decided, squeezing his arm. “Come on- before we miss out.”
I hope this was good! Happy Squealing Santa!
#hades#zagreus#thanatos#zagnatos#tickle#tickle fic#squealing santa 2k22#ss2k22#it's been awhile since I've written for these guys#I hope I did them good!#thanks for reading :)
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i love the idea of Charon, this big hulking fucked-up looking ghoul, walking up to a city guard being like ‘hey you want some drugs?’ and the guard enthusiastically responding with a fuck yeah and then they go to a storage room/weed den and the second the guard takes a puff of nasty two-headed cow manure fumes first mass-produced by the worst dude you know, Charon asks him what he knows about a fast talking little fucker with an Institute-branded Duel Disk on his arm who’s constantly in a hurry like he’s outrunning every problem in the book plus at least three bears.
And the guard, God bless him, is like ‘brother, I have nothing better to do with my shitty ass job i decided to take cause I’m 200 years old and I’ve done every other job than to watch that twink’s ass Every. Time. he comes around. Let me tell you about him’.
Then Charon nearly walks a few miles on angry juice to go shoot a guy, which he would’ve absolutely lost that fight, so probably a good idea he didn’t.
#fall out hades au#the scene just tickles me#very fall out in my opinion#how do you get info for quest? give guard drugs to bypass charisma check obviously#i think in my original write up about this i gave charon a charisma of 2 or something#thats his dump stat
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WELCOME BACK TO HELL BINCH. HOW WAS OTHER HELL?
binch i left one circle of hell to return to another circle of hell.... AND IM HAPPY TO BE BACK '3' other hell is going down in flames AND I FORGOT HOW MUCH I MISSED TAGS
#ask moon#JOJOOOOOOO IM BACK#im back to +10000 drafted reblogs that i need to tag and queue#lmaoooo#oh no#//GOES BACK TO TWITTER#no WAIT FUCK ELON MUSK#tumblr#jo pls help i cannae beat hades with heat 30 WHAT DO I DO#also lmao whats with all the asks in my inbox requesting ART YALL KNOW IM JUST REBLOGGING AWESOME ART RIGHT???#no i will not draw chat noir being tickled by a snake lmaooo WHAT
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