#answered — ic. hades

[timelostobserver]

@flxshy "So the visit with Michael was terrible. He is still that self righteous prick."

"I'll be honest, that's about what I expected." He set a cup down in-front of Lucifer, having brewed some tea brought in by one of those he worked with. Both of them often brought back items from the Human World. This in particular was a green tea mix his Ferryman adored. Bitter, but comforting with it's own unique flavor.

"I'm surprised you didn't immediately lash out at him. I almost did, truth be told." Even after so long, rage boiled under Hades' skin. The Wrath that seethed from him was enough to condemn him to Hell in the first place. though it stemmed from those around him. Those who refused to take such responsibility.

Michael only served as a reminder of those times. And it pissed him off.

"So.. how did it go? Did he fuck off to go back home? Back to those pearly gates he so cherishes?" Bitterness coated Hades words as he sat down. The break room in the Halls was always a quiet place at least. Away from prying ears or eyes. No one around to spy on the two of them talking.

Even if it was rather chilly.

[stardustedstories]

an assortment of dialogue prompts // Accepting!

@kallistcs asked: ❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜ / little Adonis to Hades!

It was the time of year when Persephone went topside, and it was always hard on those who had to stay behind. Hades himself was used to having to say goodbye to his wife for part of the year, despite the fact that it didn't get any easier and he didn't like it any more than he had initially.

But that was the compromise they'd agreed to, and he'd had plenty of time to come to terms with it. Little Adonis hadn't had as much time, and to him, it likely felt like his mother was just leaving for a large portion of the year. It was why Hades made sure to spend even more time with him for the first week or so after Persephone went up above.

And this year was no different. Hades had spent the day with Adonis, the two of them talking about what this part of this year would look like without Persephone. But even they needed to sleep.

He made sure the little boy was all tucked up snug and safe in his bed, and he'd been just about to leave, to head to his office for a little while longer when he spoke up, asking Hades to promise he'd be here when he woke up.

The god of the dead looked down at the sleepy child, a soft smile on his face. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised, brushing his hair off his forehead. "But you have to get some sleep." He would absolutely still be here in the morning, and he would take care of their son the best he could while Persephone was with her mother.

[storiedhistories]

@stygicniron asked: "I got some new Mythomagic models," Nico declared unceremoniously, spreading the new figures in front of him carefully. That done, he untucked his paints and paintbrushes from underneath his armpit too, setting them off to the side, cleaned and ready to use again. And he realized a beat later that maybe he should have asked first before barging in. "Uh, did you want to paint them with me?" ( @ hades )

Hades glances up as the door to his office opens, revealing Nico, who appears to be carrying something. And sure enough, he sets down the new models on his father's desk, spreading out paints and brushes too.

Even as Nico belatedly asks if he'd like to paint them with him, Hades has already cleared off his desk and snagged a newspaper to put under the figures, in case of any paint drips.

He also sets down a cup of water to clean the brushes, along with some paper towels, just in case they're needed, offering Nico a soft smile.

"I would like nothing more," he responds, looking over the selection in front of him. "I'll work on getting them primed, and if you have specific colour palettes you'd like, I'll do my best." He didn't know a whole lot about this sort of thing, but he'd been finding more out as he went, and he wanted to make sure Nico had everything he needed. And not just for painting models.

[seudxnimx]

💞 + what is your favourite position hades?

“Missionary..” an age old position that gives him a little bit of everything and as much as he enjoys other positions there’s something about being able to see the persons face, expressions, touch them wrap a hand around their throat… it’s a well versed position in Hades mind.

[sapphiredhearts-a]

no i didn't add more muses leave me alone

[lightcreators]

@featherchan​

An  beginning  could  be  celebrate  inside  an  silent  acknoweldgement  :  there  had  been  indeed  an  first  day  when  his  attachments  born,  and  inside  his  own  being,  he  embraced  each  layer  of  these  feelings  towards  his  Spring  Incarnate,  that  little  fragmented  of  an  bright  sun,  than  trapped  inside  his  harsh  winter,  he  couldn’t  barely  touching  inside  darkness  and  loneliness.  Nevertheless,  there  was  no  ending ,  no  last  page  of  an  infinite  book  in  which  this  feeling  would  fade.  Eternity  sounded  like  an  mortal  appropriation  term  for  treating  in  elegant  manner  infinity  of  time  —  how  was  that  lenght  for  an  divinity  like  them,  in  which  as  much  they  existence  would  have  a  beginning,  there  wasn’t  no  finished  ending  ?  In  some  manners,  the  Underground  cannot  remain  without  a  king,  when  even  if  one  day,  his  throne  would  have  to  been  troubled,  someone  would  have  to  rule,  been  some  monsters  were  sleeping  inside  their  cages,  and  renmants  of  souls  weren’t  tempted  to  escape  …  losing  themselves  between  nothingness  and  shadows  of  limbos  for  searching  bright  sun  of  being  reincarnated  …  When,  regardless  physical  form  of  these  instants  could  change,  appropriate  specific  characteristics  to  recognize  him,  where  everything  would  become  relative.  Regardless,  he  understood  the  intention  of  her  comforting  sentence.  Her  love  for  him  will  never  die.  Will  never  lower  out  whatever  how  circumstances  and  others  dimensions  might  change  around  them.  He  never  doubted  that  ;  for  himself  never  doubted  about  it.  There  will  be  one  Queen  inside  the  Underground,  in  which  she  equally  ruling  that  place  and  equally  having  power  of  decisions  inside  possibilities.  She  was  limited  in  same  way  he  was  —  Thanatos  and  Hypnos  had  gaze  of  experience  and  influence  slightly  above  him,  to  which  they  took  pleasure  in  making  everything  happen  as  they  wished,  where  wishes  or  desires  to  show  compassion  returned  to  negotiate.        ❝    My  Queen,  your  concerns  are  listened,  nevertheless,  do  not  be  afraid  of  us  fade  away  as  stars  —  infinity  of  our  matter  makes  decay  impossible,  and  even  if  that  were  the  case,  appearance  shape  would  change,  but  never  essence  of  what  we  are;  even  if  all  other  matter  in  world  ceased  to  exist.    ❞  He  reassured  in  an  gentle  tone,  amused  inside  his  implications.  Slowly,  pleasant  smile  was  offered,  removing  him  of  some  common  thoughtfulness  he  was  often  trapped  with.  There  hadn’t  been  an  immediate  reply  about  the  mortal  point.  There  was  no  consideration  about  others  opinions  towards  his  personal  feelings  he  had  towards  her.  Actually,  it  was  rather  an  point  he  was  fighting.  Most  usual  thing  inside  Olympus  was  something  almost  inaccessible  to  him,  forced  to  make  concessions,  while  he  perceived  in  his  private  box  aberrations  of  his  brother.  An  thought  in  which  he  reflected  silently.  Joyful  expression  turned  inside  an  slight  mockery.    ❝  I  don’t  need  approval  of  mortals.  I  don’t  need  approval  of  my  brothers.    ❞    Or  your  mother,  but  that  sentence  cannot  be  expressed.    ❞  My  love  have  no  end  —  no  notion  can  limit  it,  no  matter  what  circumstances  become  or  are.  I’m  glad  you  share  same  thoughts.    ❞

[amaurotine]

😘 / i heard heart attack

[Accepting ✔️] It's international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse.

A deep blush spreads over Hythlodaeus's delicate features as he all but freezes in place, rooted to the spot. He inhales sharply as Hades swiftly closed the distance between them; his lips trembling slightly as the other's pressed against them. His fingers twitch fruitlessly as he brings his hand up to clasp his own chest, and for a moment, he could swear upon the star that his heart skipped a few beats, his pulse feeble and fluttering within the cage of his chest.

Though Hythlodaeus had long dreamt how it might feel to have another's lips pressed against him (with such passionate insistence, no less!), nobody had ever actually kissed him before. The only kisses he'd received had been from the phantom lips of shadowy, nonexistent admirers who lived in his mind as he wiled away lonely night hours expertly crafting countless romantic scenes within the privacy of his own thoughts.

Suffice it to say that this certainly wasn't what he was expecting -- and from Hades of all people! If the other had indeed harboured romantic feelings for him, then Hythlodaeus had been woefully oblivious to it all this time, as was his wont (much to the chagrin of those who desired him in earnest.) Howbeit, putting aside the visceral shock of it all, he could not deny the sudden feeling of warmth bubbling up within him; washing over him like an inexorable tide. Something, it seemed, had awakened within him.

[eclipticis]

"Mommy, you're finally awake!" - Eranthe and Skadi come to visit.

Right. Thanatos' children that she birthed.

❝ You haven't usurped my throne, have you? ❞

[starsasunder]

HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS // @ofaetherium / hades

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

Her hand stills a few inches from his brow, a damp cloth outheld. Lips purse into a thin line and her ears lie back against her skull against her wishes, her tail flicking with mild irritation. But he can see none of this, the compress she had lain across his eyes covering his vision. When he had come to her, he had tried to pretend nothing was wrong, but she knew him better than that now. No amount of barbed words or ruffled feathers could hide it. He was in pain. Even Ascians were apparently susceptible to some mortal ills in their host bodies, migraines notwithstanding.

And as much as she might sometimes want to strangle him, she was a healer at heart.

"Shush," she scolds softly, continuing her motions after a momentary pause. She pats his brow with a cool, damp cloth. her fingers infusing the muscles around his temples with gentle, healing aether to help ease the soreness. "You don't get a pass because you're unwell. If you won't talk to me with civility, you can leave."

[ofaetherium]

@starsasunder sent in : ‘it is right to seek peace for the dead. you and I both know there is no peace for those who live after.’

He laughs, but it is a hollow, broken thing. There is no humor to be found in the sound that croaks itself out from between his lips. There is a moment where he is afraid the walls will break and the laughter will turn to sobs, if he hadn't long since forgotten how to cry.

"Would you count me among them, starlight?' he asks, eyes tired and weary as he looks at her. His shoulders are drooped, arching towards the floor even farther than his usual haggard stance. There is a sense of deep weariness about him, a feeling of long suffering that spans eons, and he can feel within her the same.

"I am beginning to believe peace is something that does not exist. And if it does, it was not made for people like us."

[timelostobserver]

( @flxshy - Rosie to Hades )

"So you are the final Morningstar brother I'm supposed to dress? Darling! I'm Rosie, it's a pleasure to meet you. Now do you prefer more femme clothing or masculine?"

"Wh-?"

Hades looked up, he'd been so engrossed in his work that he hadn't even heard anyone approach him. Most of the Hotel residents gave the Fallen a wide berth, since at this point.. well keeping secrets to his identity was a little difficult now. Especially with Michael in the picture.

While they didn't know 'what' he did, outside of it requiring neigh mountains of paperwork, they DID know he was the youngest of the brothers, thus.. an Archangel.

"Uhhhmm..." He had his tongue stuck out while he was working, his pure raw focus face, only finishing with some papers that he'd file once he got back to his office. It was a trade off, that when he wasn't actively 'working' he'd be here. A comforting presence at least for Lucifer, knowing Michael didn't have free roam. And he couldn't just be locked up in the room given to him.

So he turned one of the lobby tables into a makeshift desk where he'd work.

But this was.. not a sinner he'd seen before, and what did she mean.. dress? Suffice to say, he gave her a befuddling stare, still coming out of his work-focused haze.

"D-dress? For.. what?" He considered himself a rather well dressed individual. Though right now he was without his black skull tie and his coat was draped over the back of the sofa he was sat upon. The chairs here were.. far too small for his physique. But his mind was racing, how.. exactly is he supposed to act with these sinners?

Normally he avoided them at all possibility, walking in the opposite direction. He was not good with social situations, ESPECIALLY with what were basically the souls he had long since condemned to Hell.

Not like any would remember that interaction anyway, but..- He could never be too careful.

Rosie? Well that was an easy name to remember.

"Um.. yes, uh... Hades." He finally coughed up, setting his pen and papers down into a neat stack, ensuring the folder they rested in was CLOSED to make sure no one was peeking at them. It was mainly filings for each soul, since he made sure to create backups encase someone got sent to the wrong place, or complications arose.

Or if something happened to his book... There were also some logistics papers in there as well, yearly calculations of the amount of souls going here or there. Then the Redeemed one he dealt with, that needed a whole new filing which he was still working on.

"I.. well.. Umm.." What did she mean? He wasn't certain, considering he really didn't understand much of these gender-izing thing human souls tended to latch onto at times.

"I just.. wear what ever.. looks good on me?" Not much of an answer, but what else could he really respond with? Considering his outfit consisted of-

Edwardian themes.. and thigh-high, golden heels...

[stardustedstories]

@nectaric asked: ❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜ hera to hades maybe?

Hades flipped through the paperwork on his desk, looking for one file in particular. There had been quite a few awkward situations recently, with paperwork not being filed correctly, which meant that the soul it was attached to didn't end up where they were supposed to be. And he hated that. Not only did it make his job harder, it wasn't fair to those in his domain, under his care. Yes, they were already dead, but they should be able to count on their afterlife proceeding as it was supposed to, without paperwork being misfiled, which could mean that they were essentially misfiled.

He didn't notice the door to his office opening until Hera was right there, in front of his desk, clearly annoyed with him if her tone and her words were any indication.

"Good to see you too," he quipped, setting down the paperwork in his hand to look up at Hera. "Why is it you want to kill me this time?"

[storiedhistories]

calledkore asked: everyone thinks you're so strong, but inside you're a frightened child waiting to suffer betrayal again from those who should love you most. ( for kratos )

The King and Queen of the Underworld had escaped Kratos' swath through the Greek pantheon only through Persephone's words. She had laid forth a compelling argument in their favour, and neither of them had stood in his way to get to Zeus. Because of that, and because Hades had helped him in his fight against Ares, Kratos had seen no reason to go out of his way to take them down.

While he didn't regret the choice he'd made to allow them to live, he was reminded again how truly perceptive the Lady Persephone really was. He had always been almost inhumanly strong, even before he had become a god, but that strength helped him to conceal the inner turmoil he felt, even now, even so long after his nightmares had first begun.

Did he fear that Atreus would betray him? Not as much as he feared that he would fail his son, the way he had failed Lysandra and Faye, the same way he had failed his beloved Calliope.

She was not wrong…., as much as he wished she were. "There is much I fear," he said, choosing his words carefully, "What is it you want?" She must want something, if she was so determined to get inside his mind, to hold a mirror to him and show him his deepest fears. And he needed to know what it was.

[seudxnimx]

Comfort for HadesHypnos

It's not very often he has to deal with Olympus but he's being called and called again so he goes. There's something big coming and they are narrowing down the hit and the time frame of it and the threat is very real.

Hades and his brothers are the main three going up against this threat when it does come through and it's just the three of them with Athena and Apollo in this meeting and it's sworn not to leave the five standing there. With no real idea what it is - there's doubt in the back of his mind about facing this but he's not going to leave the world to bleed - not again. So, Hades is prepared to fight. As are his brothers.

Before he can escape Zeus asks about Hypnos though, asks how his boy is doing... Ah, his brother really is lucky that Hades has calmed down plenty compared to who he was before and that there was a threat looming - one strong enough to take gods out so he wasn't going to let this get to him just yet. There would be a time and a place to finish Zeus off.

As the day approaches, he still hasn't said a word to Hypnos about it, it really has been kept under wraps better than he imagined and he can only guess because it's serious. His time with Hypnos has been rather needy though, he's kept the older god in the underworld for more nights than he's usually comfortable with, but it was safer there. He's worshipped Hypnos many times just in case these might be the last moments they get, and he's memorized every sound he's drawn from the other.

They've had casual date nights and have had nights in, Hades has slept and let Hypnos put him to sleep and Hades hasn't fought Hypnos on much - which should be a red flag and was, but Hades brushed it off as best he could knowing the time was coming... and when it did - Hades disappeared.

It was a war, a greater god among another realm and it was months of this war between the five against one and his army. When the months ended though Hades wasn't finished, his brother weak from the fight and Hades acted on it - dragging him into Tartarus and spending an additional month there. Keeping his brother weak and tortured with no end in sight and that was simply the warning before letting him go, before Hades sought out Hypnos, still damaged from the war, bloody and beaten in ways only another entity could manage when he drags his feet into Hypnos room though. Some sympathy given only for the condition he's in, but he knows he's in for it once he's healed, for now though - this is what he needs to heal.

"I missed you..." Falls from his dry lips, his body relaxing for the first time in months as he crawls into the others bed. He'll beg for forgiveness once he's better, for now he uses weak shadows to move blankets for him and to cover them back up as Hades wraps his arm over Hypnos and rests his head on his chest, "I missed you." Is spoken again, the fear of almost not making it, of possibly never seeing Hypnos again hits him - the aftershock of the war hits him and the last time he cried was when he saw the life leave his wife... it wasn't a sob but tears slipped past closed eyes and fell against Hypnos chest. "I love you." Is the last thing he says before he gives in to sleep. He'll tell Hypnos everything once he wakes up.

[herocarved]

"I can stay, if you want."

@dawnled

If you want.

"Stay. Please."

Once upon a time, he would have felt selfish for the pleading whine that hitches in his sleep-hoarse voice, for the immediacy in which he responds, without thought or consideration. The world lays in shambles - the dead are trapped in the last bastion of safety within the underworld, while the cycle of rebirth has stalled with his return. The weight of responsibility rests as a smothering mantle on their shoulders, but... but...

Haven't I - we - endured enough?

Haven't I been brave for long enough?

"Just awhile longer, Riku, please."

And maybe there would have been a time where he felt guilt with the knowledge that Riku has never told him no, not once, no matter how unreasonable his requests (demands) might be. Maybe, a lifetime ago, he might have even encouraged the king of the underworld to hurry up with his real work. But now... now, he curls his fingers, still worn and too slender, too sickly for a god, into the soft folds of Riku's shirt, and buries his face into the crook of his neck with near desperation.

Probably things will return to normal --- after the horrors of centuries apart have become scars instead of festering wounds. Until then, he'll cling and plead for every bit of attention he can steal. The fingers that press soothingly against his skin are winter cool, and entirely what his heart aches for. Sora sighs his relief against Riku's collarbones, and slowly, so slowly, he relaxes into the gentle, all encompassing presence of his most dearly beloved.

There's so much wrong in their world, their domain, still; yet, the ring that he once looked at with so much jealousy, now rests on his finger, where it's always belonged, and the flower Riku once gifted him blooms with such iridescence on the night table. The mother he once begged for approval from can no longer break Riku's heart or steal him away.

The ties are broken, turned to dust and carried away with the wind; he's free and someday the trauma of living lifetimes feeling like only half a person will disappear.

Until then, there's Riku. Beautiful, kind, diligent Riku; the god of the underworld. Hades.

Their lips meet, and he forgets for those long moments that there's still so much to do, so much to fix, so much to heal from.

I love you, I love you, I love you ---

And he's lost in those devastatingly beautiful eyes that are the color of the sea, and as clear as the winter mornings, and so full of devotion, of fathomless love. Those eyes steal his breath in a way their kiss could never.

"I never want to be out of your sight again. Never ever." He thinks from the little glint of emotion in those eyes is response enough.

[mundanemiseries]

@lunarshined :

"good boy" <-hades to rae

  Raven couldn't help the soft purr that left him at the other's words, the reaper sinking into the man's form.

❝  ...mmmmn...Hades...? call me that again?  ❞

  Head dropped to rest on the fate's shoulder, the words effectively purred into the man's skin. The soft flush that dusted the raven's features hidden in the other's shoulder. He gently leaned into the other's form, letting the soft purrs rumble through his chest.

❝  ....please...?  ❞

  If his tail was out he could swear it would be happily swaying behind him right now.