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it-happened-one-fic · 2 months

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Ink and Magic-The Watchman of the Underworld

Author Notes: Part 6 of this sort of halfway non canon compliant what if with the overblots and their aftermath! A lot of what I said for part 1 counts for this section too. This isn't exactly romantic. in fact, I would say it counts as more platonic, but it certainly can be taken as shippy. This will also be a series, though the Diasomnia section won't come out until that entire matter is resolved in game. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Book 6: The Watchman of the Underworld!

[Heartslabyul] [Savanaclaw] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore] [Ignihyde: You're Here] [Diasomnia: To be released]

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fic series/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ angst/ comfort/ Spoilers for Ignihyde overblot.

TW: Character death mentioned.

Word count: 1504

Vil was barely able to haul Idia and Grim up and to safety with me, Rook, and Epel, all surging forward at once to help the now-aged model as soon as we could.

Rook managed to catch Vil as the Pomefiore housewarden stumbled, all but crumpling to his knees before Rook grasped him. Grim fell from Vil’s arms, with Epel catching him desperately.

I reached out, wrapping my arms around Idia’s prone body, which all but fell onto me and pushed me down and toward the ground under the weight of his limp body. His armor was already fading away, though, and turning back into the dark Styx robes.

Idia himself was still out cold, but he curled almost instinctively around me, with his hands knotting themselves in the long sleeves of my robes. Smearing the dark ink that still clung to his hands in a gruesome reminder of his overblot all over the once pristine Pomefiore robes.

I strained to look around his lanky form and at Vil and Grim, but I felt myself going oddly numb as the others looked over at me. Epel’s eyes widened with alarm as the world started to blur, and I felt myself buckling under the weight of both Idia and the exhaustion that swept over me.

“Oh no! Rook, look! They’re-!” Epel’s panicked cry was one of the last things I heard before I succumbed to the darkness without hardly any fight. All other sounds faded away until there was only silence.

But the silence was almost welcome after everything that had just occurred. I found myself glancing around the empty space nonetheless, though. Waiting for the film of Idia’s life to start, just like I knew it would.

But before there was any brilliant flash of light, I heard Idia’s solemn, quiet voice from right next to me.

By now, I knew better than to search for him; I wouldn’t be able to see him anyway. I never could find those who shared this dark world with me.

So instead, I just listened to his morose narration that came from somewhere within the darkness, “My life has been set in stone even before I was born. ‘The Island of Woe’s Gatekeeper.’ That was the path laid out for me.”

A scene flickered to life, briefly blinding me as people from Idia’s past began to talk excitedly. Slowly unraveling the mystery of what exactly had led up to Idia overblotting.

“Young Idia is truly exceptional. He excels in both magic and his studies. He’s even impressed experts with his technomatic engineering work. That boy’s a bona-fide genius.”

“It’s true. Styx’s future is in good hands.”

A bona-fide genius… Yet another weight description for someone as young as Idia seemed to be in this scene from his past.

I found myself frowning already, but it was beyond clear even without Idia’s somber, apathetic words that no one even bothered to wonder what this young genius might want to do for himself.

No one… except for maybe one.

I found myself smiling at the sight of a young Idia and another boy, the original Ortho, playing games alongside each other. It was obvious the two had been beyond close, even from just this tiny tidbit of their lives together.

The perfect image of two little boys who were each other’s favorite playmates.

It was also obvious that, even at this young age, Idia already thought highly of himself. A side effect of being a so-called ‘bona-fide genius’ I suspected.

It was jarring, though, to realize that I'd never really seen Idia smile with such genuine, innocent joy.

I frowned slightly though as, snickering mischievously, the two boys began to sneak out as Idia’s narrated ominously. His words putting me on edge as I listened to him, “It was just childish curiosity. We wanted to go on an adventure. I didn’t think of the consequences. I didn’t know what would happen.”

My hands were soon flying to my mouth in helpless horror as everything played out in front of me. The security went down and monsters broke loose, immediately finding the two young boys. And then….

Idia didn’t have to say anything. Ortho’s panicked little voice, followed by the inhuman growl of the monster and then jarring darkness as the scene went out like a candle in a gust of wind said everything.

But he spoke anyway. His voice hollow with numbness as I slowly pulled my hands from my mouth, “I didn’t remember much after that. Ortho was already gone when I woke up.”

At first, I watched in silent, almost stunned horror as the researchers discussed what happened.

“Unbelievable… A 10-year old managed to hack into the world's most reinforced security system…”

“He was too smart for his own good. His intellect brought such tragedy about…”

“The escaped Phantom was apparently sent to the Underworld.”

“Sadly, the inevitability of the event can’t erase the tragic truth…”

The scene shifted back to young Idia, and I felt tears start to well up in my eyes as he begged for someone to give him back his little brother. All but screaming in a raw voice that was perfectly at odds with the numb, quiet tone the Idia I knew usually spoke in.

“Give him back…. Give Ortho back to me… I want him all back… His body, his personality, his memories…. GIVE HIM BACK!!”

I felt myself going still, my eyes widening as the thoughts of the young boy played out before me, though. Almost like they were predicting the future that I’d already known would come.

…I know. If they won’t give him back, I can just make a new one….

The next thing I saw was an adolescent version of Idia introducing his creation. The new Ortho.

This one was more stilted than the one I got to know, as it spoke in an undeniably robotic, monotone voice and recommended rest as the adolescent Idia broke down in tears.

A part of me wanted to reassure him. Tell him how much further he’d come and how the Ortho I knew couldn’t just be written of a robot. Not when he was so real.

But I knew it wouldn’t help. Not only could I not speak to him, it was obvious that he already knew perfectly well that no matter how groundbreaking this Ortho was, it couldn’t change the past.

His brother had died.

Slowly but surely, everything began to fade back into a darkness that, now, after having seen all of that, felt comforting.

Soon the only thing present in this abyss was Idia’s voice. Lamenting his past choices with an apathy that practically had me wincing.

Had he been this unenthused about everything… about his very life, ever since the tragedy of his youth? The only sign of emotion, of the pain that I now knew rested deep beneath it all in his memories and guilt, was the way his voice faltered and he corrected himself.

“How did things end up this way? I just … We just… We just wanted to be like everyone else.”

Even now, he was bearing far more than what he himself wanted. He also bore Ortho’s wishes with him, never forgetting his brother’s dreams, just as he never ceased in blaming himself for his brother’s untimely death.

I still couldn’t agree with his choices, but I did understand them now. I had no doubts that everything me and everyone else had just gone through was rooted in the wish to give his brother another chance to realize his own dream.

I opened my eyes slowly, finding that I was still lying on my back from where I’d fallen. Idia was stretched out with his head resting on my stomach. His arms curled around my waist, tight enough that I doubted I could pull myself free.

He was still past out, murmuring Ortho’s name in a pained tone that had me swallowing thickly. After everything I’d seen, I understood why Idia was the way he was.

He’d gone through a tragedy, and apparently those around him had failed him. They’d let him lock himself up as he poured all his efforts and genius into recreating Ortho, even though deep down he knew he could never correct his past mistake.

I looked over to see the Pomefiore trio resting, my eyes slowly meeting Vil’s. And even despite his appearance, those amethyst of his were the same as ever.

And my heart broke a little as he smiled at my wearily before speaking in a voice that was raspy with old age that should not be, “I see you’re back.”

Rook and Epel both looked up wide-eyed as soon as he spoke. Both of them smiling in relief and standing as soon as they saw me looking at them.

I smiled slightly as I did my best not to cry simply for Vil’s sake.

But at odds with my emotions, Vil merely looked down at Idia with characteristic distaste, “Now to wake this one….”

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honeynclove · 3 months

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i haven’t played book 6 but this is what it looks like to me

#idia shroud #hope y’all aren’t tired of these videos #this is from the snapcube sonic dubs which I feel very autistically ab #Twst #twisted wonderland #twst idia #twst book 6 #Twst meme #twst incorrect quote #idia overblot

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comingyourlugubriousness · 2 years

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...too soon?

#i just finishe ch 6 last night #im sorry i use memes to cope #twisted wonderland #idia shroud #ortho shroud #disney twisted wonderland #chapter 6 #chapter 6 spoilers #twisted wonderland spoilers #idia overblot #meme #memes #mymemes #i hope no one has made this yet #spoilers #twst spoilers #TW spoilers

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simply-xena · 6 months

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#incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #ace trappola #twst grim #epel felmier #jack howl #overblot #riddle overblot #leona overblot #azul overblot #jamil overblot #vil overblot #idia overblot #malleus overblot

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catacropolis · 6 months

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Catching up with days 11-15

Day 11

Water faries

Day 12

Goblincore

Day 13

Countryside

Day 14

Darkness

Day 15

Dragon

Thanks to threeleaves_artwork on Instagram for the magicktober prompt list

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanart #twisted wonderland fanart #lilia twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #ruggie twst #grim twisted wonderland #epel felmier #riddle overblot #overblot #chapter 6 spoilers #chapter 5 spoilers #vil overblot #Idia Overblot #going to be real with you fam I struggled with these promts and the next few are giving me issues so it might take a while to finish #magiktober #october drawing prompts

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everrgreenn12 · 2 years

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I hate how this turned out but I finally finished something small after getting back from the uk SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG ‼️

#idia shroud #twisted wonderland #fanart #idia overblot #twst chapter 6 #twst spoilers #overblot #im gonna overblot if my art doesnt get better asap #ignihyde

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captainjacklyn · 2 years

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A headcanon where f!crush invite herself to spend the night at idia's room and HIS bed, because there is no way she is sleeping on the floor.

ramdomly confess to him while lying on his bed (couldnt find a better time) and patiently waiting for his answer

I pray for the school...as it will get burned down-

Thank you for requesting this anon, I hope it isn't too late than you wished it to be.

Warning(s) : arson, cursing/cussing/swearing (Idk what you want to call it but basically 'bad words'), they're not exactly bad words they're simply 'repulsive' or 'dirty' in a way. spoilers for idia's backsory [no angst just CRACK]

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SNIFFFFFFF-

Pairing(s) : Idia shroud x f!reader

Idia receives an unexpected visit from his crush (Head canon)

this was meant to be a normal day. But of course, why wouldn't you kick down his door and yell like a maniac :

"I'M SLEEPING HERE WETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT SUCKER !"

idia.exe has stopped working please restart

Luckily he was too shocked and speechless about the whole situation that even his hair took time to process what ever the fuck was happening right now.

When he did realize....

Oh boy.

"We are currently witnessing Night Raven College getting burned to a 54˚C fire, most students are outside receiving medical attention. More on this later, I am Lady Orchidia and I don't get payed enough for this bullshit-"

why...?

Why would you do this...?

Anyways, he was basically loading like a computer receiving slow WIFI. He then turned into a bugging mess and fidgeted all over the place, for those who are curious this is how he sounded like :

W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-what ?! U-u-u-u-u-u-u-u...

Practically transformed into Wattpad (y/n) 2.0

Since this is boring I'll directly skip to the good part where you both head to sleep because it's difficult as hell to make this no friends dude have rest at all.

You rest in HIS bed and Idia is far too embarrassed to sleep in the same bed as you like what in the fanfiction is this-

At some point he ends up listening to your endless nagging of : please, please, please, please, please, etc

Afterwards, his ego starts to build up and he grins like an evil villain who constantly goes MUAHAHAHA cause they gotta go emo once in their arc.

He's insecure but at the same time feels hella confident like this men is a mix of hades with a guy who's just shy and depressed.

"I love you Idia, just so you know."

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GIRL WHAT THE HELL-

"We are all here today, celebrating the life of Idia who practically didn't do anything in the game besides kidnapping students and creating an android to replace his very dead brother-"

Idia stans please don't come at me.

F I T A L I T Y

Hope you liked it.

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demonfvcker-draws · 2 years

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i Lov idias overblot design so much omg

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Idia my beloved #idia shroud #idia shroud fanart #twisted wonderland idia #twst idia #twst idia shroud #twisted wonderland idia shroud #idia shroud overblot #idia overblot #overblot #twst overblot #twisted wonderland overblot #twisted wonderland chapter 6 #twst chapter 6 #ignihyde

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diasomnia-dreams · 2 years

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If there’s a prize for rotten judgement | Idia Shroud anthology story

- He ran the Underworld But thought the dead were dull and uncouth, He was as mean as he was ruthless, And that's the gospel truth..

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“Diáole…” the older Shroud cursed in Greek, his half lidded eyes set upon the skull shaped alarm clocked which was manufactured and programmed by himself.

The cold metal kissed his pale and slender digits and the young man slightly winced at the touch. Mentally cringing at himself for falling for such a ‘normie mistake.’

With a spine popping stretch, Idia twisted his hips while he sat up shirtless in his tangled covers. Bones popping and hair slung to the left side of his shoulders swaying with each movement the heir to the house of Shroud made. And while he remained attempting to focus on the newly adjusted environment around him, The quietness of the lack of beeping, static drumming and interfaces making auditory sounds was still something to get used to.

Ortho was already awake and downstairs, bright and early per usual and most likely not being in the same dorm room with him anymore and now officially enrolled as a student at Night Raven College .

But currently it was Spring Break, hence meaning Ortho had many more school friends to spend time with and not enough time for his big brother…(even though Idia insisted that Ortho went along with his new found friends).

‘Dont worry about lil ol’ me Ortho! Im not doing anything special for break. Go spend some time with your friends LOL, I’ll be here grinding on Star Rouge.’ Idia would tell him.

And while Idia was happy for Ortho, of course he was happy. Any good big brother would be leaping for joy and ecstatic over their baby brother’s accomplishments and that’s exactly what Idia was. But his dorm room was kind of lonely now, and Ortho was hanging out with his new gaggle of friends. Idia wondered if his baby brother had time to even pop his head through the door for a little visit once in a while.

But Idia still didn’t mind. As long as Ortho was happy. As long as his brother was doing what he wanted, was safe and finally a true student at this wretched school, what could possibly be better than the happiness of Ortho?

Idia Shroud’s flaming blue locks emitted brightly as his brain reminded him to check the calender. Usually Ortho would remind him of the date and upcoming events occurring during the week. Idia’s gaming schedule was out of wack and while he wasn’t necessarily a slacker and a procrastinator when it came to school work, lately he found no motivation to proceed with his studies. He was tired and bored of the mundane life he was leading.

He grabbed his smartphone with tricked out enhancements which was placed under his pillows, and entered his seven digit password: C-E-R-B-E-R-U-S.

The light turned on the lowest of brightness and he began to swipe through magicam. He never found the app charming. He was more interested in gaming chatrooms to converse with his fellow nerds and not the ‘normies’.

His fellow Night Raven College mates living it up on their Spring break whilst he was in the Underworld. And though it seemed like the Isle of Woe was some sort of façade which hid the true nature of fellow citizens of this dreadful place.

It was beautiful on the outside, a land of lush green grass, doric and ionic columns and an abundance of pillars and water fountains. There was also the underside which was made up of S.T.Y.X, where Idia would rather think about for another day.

The Island of Woe, not only is home to his family’s multi-million dollar company but holds something bigger in it’s wake. Idia didn’t bother investigating but something within his soul everyday during his Summer Break ached him to go seek out the mysterious calling. He always knew his family held secrets and his parents were one of he most powerful business owners this side of New Thebes, but he didn’t care enough to ask them.

He scrolled through Ace Trappola’s news Magicam story because it was the first thing on his timeline. It was a cringey sight to say the least. Watching Deuce, Ace, Y/N and Grim run around a sprinkler aimlessly and laughing hysterically while Riddle Rosehearts and Idia’s fellow third years, Trey and Cater spray the freshman with water hoses to keep cool from the beaming sun of the Queendom of Roses. Idia’s dark blue eyebrows furrowed when he watched the first year’s story.

“This is the gaggle of newbs that Ortho hangs out with…” Idia muttered to himself. He licked the top blue painted lip and scrolled by and proceeded to finally throw his legs over the right side of his bed and stand up. Taking one big stretch before striding over towards his computer monitors in his black sweat pants. His shirt hanging on the back of his gaming chair which was closely resembling the undershirt he wore under his science lab coat back in class.

Powering on his monitor, Idia waited for the startup screen to load and the familiar three triangles which are stacked up on top of each other appears on the loading screen. His lips curve into a slight smirk before feeling his phone vibrate once more against his thigh.

Dreading the notification for whoever was on the other end, but once the older Shroud brother noticed that it was no one but his mother, his nerves relaxed slightly for she was letting him know that she and Ortho will be out for the day running errands. Leaving him with his father, Lord Shroud, who would be boring Idia with discussions about work, the STYX company and Jupiter enterprises. More oil and blot talk, something else Idia would rather skip.

Sending a single: K. To his mother, Idia proceeded to click through the desktop of his computer. His heart doing small flips and his lips slightly tremble. His large hand gripping the computer mouse as his golden eyes danced across the computer monitor.

Idia spends half of his morning in the same spot, crouched over his computer, staring down. His hair covering the left of his face due to the lack of grooming and attention he’s given it this morning. The heir to the Shroud estate snatched his shirt off his chair and threw it over his head and slid his arms through each of the sleeves before exiting the comfort of his bedroom and into the vast and long dark hallways of his family’s mansion which eerily resembled the dark depths of the Underworld in the stories of old.

He didn’t mind the aesthetic, thinking that it closely resembled the domain of a final boss fortress.

Trudging down the hallways of his doom and gloom excuse of a mansion, his feet kissed the dark blue porcelain floors. His eyes shifted to the left and right hoping that his father would not notice his presence of being awake. If he was quiet enough, he’d make it downstairs towards the garage without having to discuss how school’s going or the talk of future S.T.Y.X. work.

Much to his luck, he was able to slip through the elevator and click the lowest button to the bottom-most floor before one of the Charon Ferryman could enter next to him. Although he was not alone in the elevator, another attendant of his father’s company stood idly by. He looked to be about his age and was at least the height of Floyd and Jade Leech. He kept his head down but his S.T.Y.X. identification card was visible on the left side of his chest which read Phobos Kynikós.

Idia scoffed to himself. ‘His name is Panic Cynical…’ he could almost laugh out loud literally at the corny name. And while Phobos refused to make eye contact with him, Idia noticed that he probably did have something on his mind.

The elevator, which shot down at a great speed and opened on the second to last floor. Phobos strolled out, his teal colored hair bouncing as he took his leave. He was anxious and while Idia had experience with that sort of emotion, he couldn’t fathom why someone would be nervous around a guy like him.

Idia waited till the doors closed to exhale. It was a pity not to hear Ortho explain more about his recent adventures with his newfound buddies this morning. And at this moment, Idia wondered what his younger brother was doing. And when rhe elevator descended to the deepest depths of the Shroud mansion, he exited through the double door’ed elevator and was greeted by an abundance of vegetation, flowers and all forms of life.

Seeing such a sight was a contrast to what the Island of Woe truly was. There was hardly anything like flowers and the like around here. Everything was dead, or artificial in a sense and dark with a twinge of cobalt blue. The only true natural thing around here was the bodies of water which surrounded their island.

The flowers brought out a different aura, a different feeling in the low garage that the entire island needed. Life.

The smell of sweet sweet flowers filled Idia’s nose and the fragrance was subtle, feminine and sweet. He sneezed.

And when the sneezing fit ended, he figured he had a clue what exact was the culprit for the hoard of blossoms in bloom. A gentle almost timid smirk was fixated Idia’s blue lips and he leaned against one of the ivory colored Grecian sculptured columns.

“Per? You can come out now.” A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

“Is anyone around?”

“No one is here,” he reassured her, his voice dropping to a new calm at the sight of her. He wasn’t surprisingly anxious or fidgety. It’s like she nulled it out, like some sort of elixir from Space Rogue.

She was exquisite. He loved everything about her, from the crown of silver flowers she wore in her curly black hair to the dark eyes that offset her brown skin. For the first time ever, he even noticed clothing. He couldn’t help admiring how she favored cobalt blue for her gowns over drab whites. Today’s dress was clipped at her waist with a floral silver belt. “Where’s Ortho?” she asked. Her dark brown lips pursed into a line. “Better yet, the F.A.T.E.S are coming over soon. Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

Sounding timid for the first time since he’d met her. They were similar in that sense. She was a stowaway ,not belonging to the Island of Woe at all.

She was anything but a wallflower. She was fiery. He loved that about her most of all. He glided over and put his arms around his back. His voice slowly starting to grow louder than usual,and for some reason around Percy, Idia did that. His anxiety lowered but his voice higher and he was far too excited than he anticipated.

“I’m on my way in to see him right now. I don’t want you to worry. I thought you were going to go do that thing to take your mind off all that.”

“I am,” she said with a smile. “You’re going to love it.” He doubted that, but he wanted her to be happy.

“The F.A.T.E.S literally come every so often to discuss work and business with my dad…probability rates about the future of S.T.Y.X. and the entirety of the island” She nodded and wound her arms as far as she could around his waist.

Idia froze in place. His heart quickening, he swore he was on fire. No—he was pretty sure. He had fire coursing through him which was now different from anytime he had ever caught flames within.

“I know.” Percy knelt down and grabbed handful of her flowers that she was growing. And twiddled through their dark blue petals. “But it would be ideal to be there with your dad…to help him and figure out the future of S.T.Y.X…you will be CEO soon.”

“Tch, you’re one to talk Per.” Idia rolled his eyes. “You left your entire family just to stick around this Underworld.” Idia shook his head and his enflamed locks bounced.

Percy threw her flowers down and stared Idia in the eyes. “No, I left my entire family just to stick around you.”

He couldn’t put his finger on what the feeling was. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t hate, it wasn’t even envy. Was this what all those lovesick cringy protagonists were always going on about during in-game dialogue? Was he in love?

It sure felt like it, and if that were true… He was done for. And yet—he could not deny how nice it was to have someone to talk to after all these years, someone besides his online gaming partners, and his dear baby brother Ortho who he of course did not mind talking to in the slightest.

She came from the brightest of places, New Olympus. She was daughter of Demetra the self made businesswoman of one of the largest landscaping and vegetation companies this side of Twisted Wonderland. And while she didnt have to be friends with him, Percy went all out her way to run away from home, just to be near him. Which Idia still couldn’t understand. It made him queasy and it made him wonder why someone as beautiful, outgoing and so put together would want him.

Idia would hate to keep Per in a sunless place. A world where plants and vegetation didnt thrive like she’s always known. Down in the land of the dead. Dark and gloomy, dreary and sad.

But she made his future seem brighter, which he thought would have been impossible after the entire overblot ordeal. But when he loves so much, when he puts so much into his life and slowly but surely it all comes back to nothing. It was all for nothing. Idia was afraid. He loses everything dear to him, prematurely. Why fall for someone better yet care for someone unless he was dying to cry his heart out when he loses them?

Idia refuses to have Per fall to victim of death and loss. He refuses to have her life be taken down to Charon’s ferry so early. So he planned on doing what any person in love would do. He’ll keep her by his side at any cost. Even if it means to keep her down in this underworld for all eternity, from the sun.

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my oc in this story Percy is twisted from Persephone the Goddess of Spring from Disney’s Goddess of Spring film. this fic is mildly referenced from Hades and Persephone’s relationship in both Goddess of Spring and the original Greek story where Hades is obsessed with persephone and wants to marry her at any cost, and Persephone is in love with Hades as well and rebels against Demeter, her mother and falls in love with the God of the Underworld.

i hope everyone liked it <3

thank you to Ms Jen Calonita for the inspiration from Hades’ character in Go the Distance

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