#underworld famiy

[yonemurishiroku]

No but it would be hilarious if Nico can be completely oblivious of his impactful position.

I mean it in the way that Hades is clearly putting more trust, privileges and responsibilities on him than any other demigod can come close to, and yet Nico still thinks it’s nothing, that those are just petty “errands” his father requests of him as an excuse to give him extra allowance.

Something like:

Nico: What do you mean favorite? Dad doesn’t play favorite.

Apollo: Nico, Uncle is forging you a crown as we’re talking, right now.

Or another, when Nico thought his promotion was in account of the crucial time only:

Hades: So, since you’re my Ambassador—

Nico: Wait, I’m not your Ambassador, dad. It’s not war anymore. You can drop it now.

Hades *looks at him dead in the eye*: You are my Ambassador, son.

Actually I kinda like this^^ because that’s a cement claim from Hades that Nico has gained his respect, and Nico can feel his father’s love for him transparently for the first time.

[mkh-draws]

The Underworld family. Upcoming comic (Update: this comic is not based in Ever After High.)

Hades the hard working dad that gives dad jokes and good advise if needed. When his wife, Persephone, is with her mother. Hades still keeps the underworld working and spends time with his kids.

Persephone the controlling wife and mom. Because of her mother's similar behavior Persephone repeats it with her famiy. However she can be kind and caring. When in the underworld her family is uptight and well behaved.

Macaria the eldest. Despite her appearance, Macaria is the eldest kids of Hades and Persephone. She is adopted, being the daughter of Heracles, she was sacrificed to Persephone to save the city of Athens and its people. Macaria was made a goddess by Hades after finding out that she was ten years old when she died and was more brave and honorable then her other living siblings.

Melinoe the second. Melinoe, unlike her sister, is Persephone daughter fathered by Zeus. However she is seen lower because of her nymph status, even other nymphs fear her because of how different she is to them. Personally wise She puts on a front of “don’t talk to me unless you value your sanity or your dreams.” however she haves this because of how her father tried to kill her and injured her mother just because he found out of her mother’s pregnancy with her because he believed Melinoe was the son to overthrow him. This is why her appearance is half dead and alive.

Plutus the third. Plutus just like Melinoe and Macaria are adopted by Hades however he isn't Zeus' kid but Demeter after her relationship with the god Iasion went south. Plutus was taken it by his older half-sister Persephone during one of her trips. During this time Demeter wasn't taking care of the boy and Persephone know that Hades would since they had two kids that the time. Went she presented Plutus to Hades he was met with joy since Hades would have a male god to raise before Zagreus came.

Zagreus the youngest, Kept under his mother's eye after his chaotic and confusing birth. Zagreus is the youngest of the four kids and the son Hades fathered this doesn't mean he was favored by Hades. Personality wise Zagreus is a socially awkward young man due to being forbidden from leaving the underworld from word of his parents after Zeus’ last visit. Once passed his awkwardness he is a kind and caring boy who loves his family and animals due to his mother connection to life. While when in a social situation he will give off an feared and worried vibes and will be distracted.Out of his parents Persephone is the one who "worried" to much over him. To the point that when she would return home from her mom she would tell him of the positive of the Surface world but then tell him of the negative in hopes to keep him home.

[queerchoicesblog]

News From The Ludus (ACOR, Lena x MC)

Lucilla is shaken by what she discovered at the ludus with Cassius: Syphax is alive but not free anymore as he’s been sold as a gladiator and Victus is in Rome. Although happy to be so close to her dad, Lucilla (MC) feels guilty for Syphax being sold as a slave. Lena goes talk to her and...she has a message from Marc Anthony about an ominous meeting at a popina. Consider this an alternative (and a bit angsty) version of the aftermath of the ludus of yesterday's chapter. Hope you lovelies like it!

Word Count: 1862

Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn @jellymonster @gayestchoices

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Lena was standing in the hall of her scholae, going through the plan for the upcoming debut of one of her girls. "That's what's gonna happen tonight, in short. But worry not, Madi, I'll be right there with you and so will be your bodyguard. Remember that I won't ask you to do anything against your will: if you don't feel safe or comfortable with certain requests, just signal your bodyguard and if the patron complains, he'll come to me and we’ll find a fair agreement. You may be a courtesan, girl, but you'll never be a slave, got it?" The girl nodded and shyly thanked her domina. Then, raising her eyes, she noticed the woman approaching. "Oh Lucilla, you're back! How did it -" she said chirpily but didn't finish the sentence. She befriended the Princess of Gaul and enjoyed her company. But she had never seen her like that. The Gallic girl, her face pale and unreadable, made a beeline for the sleeping quarters without answering nor making eye contact with anyone in the room. She stormed away like a ghost. "What happened? Is she okay?" Madi asked to her domina, genuinely worried for her friend. Lena gave her a weak smile and looked back to the corridor. "I'm sure it's nothing, but if you don't have any further questions, I'll go check on her" The girl shook her head and headed to the garden. Lena tried her best to conceal her concern as she walked to Lucilla's room.

------ When she finally reached her chamber, Lucilla shut off the curtain and tossed the tiara she was wearing across the room. The sound of metal hitting the stone floor woke Cirta. The little monkey was peacefully dozing off on an armchair and shrieked, scared by the sudden ruckus. He fell to the ground and looked around to see what was happening. When his eyes fell on the Gaul he gave her a quizzical look. The girl rushed to her bed and started punching her pillow, silently weeping. When Cirta spotted a tear on her cheek, he made a dash to her and pulled at the hem of her blue dress. But she didn't seem to notice. She groaned and grabbed her head. "What have I done?" she whispered to herself, closing her eyes. When she opened them a minute later, her little monkey was holding a grape an inch from her nose, smiling encouragingly. "Oh Cirta! I'm afraid this won't be enough to fix this" she sighed, pulling him into a hug. The monkey's tiny arms wrapped around her. At that very moment, Lena appeared on the threshold. ------------ "Lucilla? Are you here?" Lena asked, grazing her fingertips against the curtain. No answer. Lena cautiously pulled it back and almost bumped into Cirta who was running full speed towards her. He stumbled to his feet not expecting the woman to anticipate his moves. Then he recollected himself and made some incomprehensible noises while pointing at his owner. He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, giving Lena a pleading look as if he meant to say 'She's not okay, she even refused a grape so it must be serious...fix her, please?'. Lena's eyes moved from him to the young woman sitting on her bed, knees pressed against her chest. "Lucilla? Are you okay?" she said, drawing the curtain and sitting beside her. The Gaul remained quiet for a while, while Lena put a comforting arm around her shoulders. Then she spoke: "I messed up, Lena" "What did you mess up? What happened?" "Syphax" her voice cracked. Lena froze. "What happened to him? Did he-" "He's alive. He won the match and was rehabilitated. I spoke to him" Lena sighed in relief. "May the Gods be praised! I was so worried that he might...oh no, need to think about that now! He's alive...but where is he? He didn't come back with you" "Marc Anthony released him from the charges but made him a gladiator. He sold him to ludus owners. He's a slave now" the younger woman explained. Lena gaped and frowned. "This can't be...Syphax...when I recruited him for the scholae, I promised him that he would be always free from that day on. That time of our lives was over for good, I said" she hanged her head in defeat. Lucilla shattered her jaw. "And it's all my fault" Lena turned to her. "What are you saying? How can it be your fault?" Lucilla turned to look at her. "I tried to save him. I asked Cassius for help but he said his hands were tied, there was very little he could do....so I asked Mark Anthony for favours and-" Lena's eyes flashed with anger. "You did what?" Lucilla stood and walked a bit further from Lena, crossing her arms. "I had no choice! I couldn't stand there and let Syphax get sentenced for that crime but Cassius said he couldn't help-" "So you went to that snake?!" Lena hissed, standing too. Lucilla fiercely stood her ground. "I had to, Lena! There was no other way!" "Do you have the slightest idea of what asking favours to Marc Anthony mean? What a man like him might ask you in return? You cannot trust a viper, Lucilla!" "And I don't! But sometimes you have to do things like that for a greater good" "Let's hope this greater good of yours won't kill you then! ‘Cause everything is possible when you owe to wolves like Marc Anthony" Lena groaned and diverted her eyes. Lucilla spoke again, anxious to proving her point. "But I did save Syphax from certain death, at least"  "Yes, you did. Even if the life of a slave can hardly be called life...but he hasn't met the Lord of the Underworld yet, yes. That's what counts now" the domina sighed. She turned back to Lucilla. The Gaul's emerald eyes were fierce and glimmering in the light of the day. "I only hope you won't meet him any time soon too and with Marc Anthony involved I just cannot tell. Why don't you ever listen to me, Lucilla?" Lena gave her a pained smile. The Gallic girl grimaced and took a step closer. "I'm so sorry, Lena. I should have...I'm mortified about what happened to Syphax, he being a slave...it didn't have to end this way! I just did what I thought was right. And Marc Anthony played me, I should have known better. I only wanted him back. I couldn't lose one of the few friends I made over here, not after what I've been through with my people. The Roman can't take everything away from me or the ones I care" she said grimly. "They took nothing away from you, Lucilla. The Gaul you were born in, your people, your family...they will never leave you. Just close your eyes and you see that they still live inside of you. We can be in chains, they can drag us away from our homeland and the ones we love, but we will be always free. Freedom is in your mind, never forget that, wild flower" Lucilla looked into the other woman's eyes: she was still struggling to accept that truth. Lena frowned visibly as she spoke again. "As much as I do not agree with your plan, don't blame yourself for Sypax’s fate, you did everything you could. Maybe even too much" the woman grimaced. "Now it all makes sense though. You got my message, right?" "What's next?" Lucilla sighed. "Marc Anthony. He commanded you to join him and other senators to a popina by the docks. Immediately" The Gallic girl exhaled loudly. "Lucilla, please promise you'll be careful. That man is up to something, Jupiter knows what but I bet it's something malicious. Gathering senators in a popina is most unconventional, to say the least...and the fact that he commanded you concerns me even more" "I'll be careful, I promise. I'm always wary, Lena" Lena gave her a weak smile. "I hope so. Now...I feel you should get prepared" Lucilla interrupted her. She was fidgeting with her own hands, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Hm, Lena? I bring other news from the arena" Lena gave a surprised look. "Good ones?" The Gaul looked at her smiling broadly. "My father is in Rome!" Lena gasped in surprise as the girl pulled her into a hug. Cirta cheered too on the bed and jumped up and down excitedly. Lucilla kept talking, excitement in her voice: "He fought in the arena too and won. You should have seen him Lena! The other gladiator was a good fighter but no one has ever defeated dad! Ever! I...thought I've have never seen him again and he's here!" "I'm so happy to hear that, Lucilla! The Gods listened to your prayers" the domina said smiling back at her when they parted. "Yes, they did! I'm just annoyed that they called him 'The Conquered King', the Roman always need to belittle their enemies" the girl pouted. Lena lifted her chin with a finger. "That name hardly fits him. If he's anything like his daughter, he must be a fierce warrior" "Oh he is!" Lucilla beamed with pride "The best warrior of whole Gaul! Sadly, I couldn't see him today but Cassius offered to give him an armor suitable for a King just as he deserves. He knows a smith who will do it, he said!" Lena smiled again, less brightly this time but her voice didn't flinch. "That's very thoughtful of Cassius. I'm glad to see he truly cares about you. Talking about your father...if he fought in the arena, he's a gladiator too. Do you know the name of his owner?" Lucilla shook her head frowning. "Nevermind, we'll find it out. I'll try and visit Syphax later. I'll ask to see your father too. Maybe there's something good old Lena can do for this Gallic famiy" she said, gently tucking a loose strand of the girl's hair behind her ear. Lucilla stared at her in awe and hooked her arms around her neck. "Will you, Lena? For real? Oh thank you!" "I promised to help you as I can, right? And I always keep my promises, you should know that" the domina said breaking free of the embrace. "Now I’m afraid you should really get ready for this meeting with Marc Anthony as much as I hate the idea of you going there. Refresh yourself and oh I know just the thing for you. I have the perfect dress for you, let me get it" Lucilla immediately went to grab some water Cirta in tow. Lena picked one dress from the wardrobe and returned towards the hall. There, before heading back to the girl's room, she stopped Alexios, one of the new bodyguards she recruited. He leaned closer to him and whispered into his ear: "I want you at the docks tonight. Follow the Princess of Gaul as she leaves to her upcoming meeting but don't let her catch you. Just keep your eyes peeled off out there and protect her if things go south. I have a bad feeling about this request".

[killmongerdreams]

dissonance [5]

summary: Go where your heart takes you. || hades!bucky x persephone!reader || mythology au

warnings: demeter is introduced and she is a cunt-nugget supreme, falling out between famiy, use of the word whore, and i think that’s it

notes: I know I said I was going to make this a fluffy scene between Y/N and James, but I had to throw some kind of discourse in there somewhere (blame H). I hope you guys like this, sorry for the long wait. Also, I imagine the cottage to look somehwhat like the one in the gif, only a little smaller. 

Feedback is always appreciated!

The stories say you kidnapped the precious flower girl. Little did they know that she was the one who came to you.

Y/N slowly walks through the forest, following the tiny, secluded path to her cottage. It’s a quaint home, just enough to house her and her things. One might call it suffocating, but Y/N thought it was perfect, her safe-haven away from the hectic hustle and bustle of civilization. The war to acquire the humble abode was a tough one, a battle with her mother that truly never came to an end. 

To reside in the human world, Demeter would say, is poisonous to a god. We only help them live in it, not help them preserve it.

Y/N thought the notion was ludicrous. The Earth was a beautiful place, thriving and brimming to the edges with life. The Earth was her personal playground, a blank canvas that Y/N could paint on. 

The young girl pushed the door to her home open, humming a tune under her breath as she set down her basket. Someone cleared their throat, and Y/N’s head flies up, eyes widening as her heart fell to her feet. Looking as elegant and terrifying as ever was her mother, eyes shining with perpetual disapproval. Y/N slowly stood up, back ramrod straight as she tried - and failed - to meet Demeter’s gaze.

“To what do I owe this honor, mother?” Y/N asked. The sarcasm she so desperately tried to contain dripped from her words like venom. The giddiness she always felt when in James’ presence dissipated immediately, leaving the girl weary and irritable. 

“Can I not visit my own daughter?” Demeter returned in kind, equally as scathing. “It has been ages since I last visited you in this...place.” She cast a disdainful look around the tiny living room, wrinkling her nose in distaste. Y/N wants to open up a hole in the ground and let it swallow her whole.

“I am tired. Can this not wait until morning?” Y/N pleads. She can feel her eyelids growing heavy, exhaustion creeping into her bones. 

“No, it cannot.” the goddess declared. Her eyes narrowed into a nasty glare, the expression rivaling that of her beloved’s. When her sights fell to the necklace sitting idly against her collarbone, Y/N could feel her entire body seize up in terror. “Where did you get that?”

“Someone made it for me.” It technically wasn’t a lie. James did physically make the gift for her. The thought makes her cheeks warm. 

“Who?” Without giving her a chance to answer, Demeter barrels on. “It was him, wasn’t it? The filth that runs the Underworld? That is hellstone, is it not?”

“He has a name.” Y/N mumbles, indignant. “It’s James.”

“I do not care what his name is. And it won’t concern you anymore, either.” Demeter scowls. 

The expression accentuates the slight wrinkles on her face. For a supposed immortal goddess, Demeter’s age was starting to catch up with her after all this time. It would take a long while - perhaps thousands of more years - before she truly looked old, but Y/N took comfort in the fact that her mother was indeed not perfect. “You are never to see that vermin again.”

Y/N gasps, suddenly feeling wide awake. She couldn’t. “But I love him!” Both mother and daughter are caught surprised at the abrupt change in volume. No longer docile, she glares at her mother with a fierceness that she’s never felt before. “You can’t do this!”

Demeter raises an eyebrow, a gesture that should have Y/N flinching back in fear. Usually that look was accompanied by a harsh slap. Y/N merely juts her chin out, stubbornness hardening her features. “You are my child, Y/N.” Demeter says coolly. “I decide what you can and cannot do.”

“I am not a child anymore!” Y/N yells, unable to help herself. She’d been containing this outburst for too long. “You cannot dictate my entire life! I have lived with the humans for ages now! I can fend for myself!”

“Obviously not, since you are the devil’s whore.” Demeter spits. She’s never seen her mother so livid, nor has she herself ever felt this extent of rage. “The daughter that I raised would not be that imbecilic and associate herself with that kind of infidel.”

“I am no whore, mother.” Tears stream down her cheeks. Whether it’s a product of her rage or from hurt, Y/N is not certain. “He loves me.”

Demeter’s answering laugh is harsh and mocking. “That man is soulless, my dear. He knows nothing of love.”

“Then I will teach him.” Something unknown always possesses the ability to be taught. 

“You ignorant little fool.” Demeter sighs. Cupping her daughter’s face, she shakes her head, eyes suddenly turning sad. “You will find out soon enough what kind of monster you are dealing with. Just don’t come to me when he shatters your fragile little heart.”

And with those words, Demeter parts, vanishing from the room without any trace that she was there in the first place. 

Y/N stumbles back into the wall, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Sliding until she’s seated against the stone floor, she grips at the cage of her necklace, wanting nothing more than the comfort of her beloved’s arms around her. She closes her eyes, heart pounding painfully in her chest as she envisions a more peaceful world, one where she and James can live in harmony.

Her eyes flutter open as the air grows cool around her, alarms ringing in her head when she sees that she’s no longer sitting in her little cottage. Instead, Y/N sits on the dark, hardwood floor of a bedroom, the walls dark and menacing around her. One torch is alight in the farthest corner, bathing the unknown territory in an eerie, low glow. 

Something on the bed, sitting in the middle of the room, shifts. Y/N catches a peek of a pale, muscular back as the person turns, hand hanging over the side of the mattress. Y/N peers closely, noting the familiarity of the ring the stranger adorns.

James.

Realization hits her like a brick in the face. 

She’s in the Underworld.

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[yonemurishiroku]

something something what if Hades was there when Nico went on a rage of grief.

As in, Idk, maybe in another scenario, Nico’s healing in the Underworld when he feels Jason’s death.

He was there, reading on the couch in a comfortable silence with his father skimming through the papers, and the next second he nearly fell off the chair, clutching his head and screaming from the top of his lungs. Blood-churning, spine-chilling screams calling Jason’s name.

Hades left the papers. The god reached his son just as Nico throws himself into the shadowed walls, gripping his thin-as-bone wrist to yank him out of the shadows. With cold arms as heavy as Atlas’ sky, he held him tight against his chest, his cloak wrapped around the boy, securing him.

Nico fought. He shrieked and clawed at Hades’ chest with all the ferocity of a desperate animal. Tears streaked down his face in a downpour and his voice broke until Hades couldn’t make out the words he’s screaming except for the son of Jupiter’s name. Nico tried pushing him away, to escape, to reach the one whose death was calling for him. The shadows bit at Hades’ cloak, hissing and beckoning.

“Let me go! I need to see him!”, he cried, “I need to see Jason!”

But Hades didn’t let go.

He didn’t even when Nico’s skeletal hands wouldn’t stop punching at his chest and the damned souls on his cloak wouldn’t stop groaning, attuned with Nico’s distraught state. Hades only hugged his son closer. The shadows didn’t dare to touch Nico with Hades’ flaring aura completely enveloping him. They would not take Nico away from him.

“You’re not stable for shadow traveling yet. You’re gonna rip yourself apart.” The god tried, but Nico’s wrecked mind had locked itself out of overwhelming grief.

So Hades kept his hold. He stroked Nico’s hair and sent soothing words to his deaf ears. The palace was shaking - Nico’s emotions having engulfed the building - and the only thing Hades focused on was his child’s ragged breaths and frantic heart. Tripping, stuttering, breaking all the way.

——Until they all faded away, and Nico’s helpless form had fallen limp in between his arms. Tears staining his pale cheeks and nightmares just behind his eyelids. He kept crying even when his body was too tattered to remain awake.

His son had barely gained so much peace.

Gathering the child in his arms again, Hades called Hypnos. He had a feeling he would need the god by Nico’s side for many days to come.

And then with a sigh, he gave the order to shut down the palace. No one in or out without his permission.

“Nico would try to reach my brother’s son once he wakes up,” he told Alecto as he carefully wiped the stains on Nico’s cheeks, “I can’t have him kill himself like that.”

Grief was a devastating thing and oh didn’t Hades, Lord of the Dead he was, know it.

So he knew he wouldn’t be able to shoulder it when it came to his son.

[yonemurishiroku]

No but I actually like it a lot when Nico defends his father.

It can be because he despises judging/ accusing someone based on prejudices alone, or it’s just that he loves knows his father too well to doubt him. Either way, I extremely love it.

It truly feels like Nico holds respect and love for his father, too. (And I’m too much of a Hades and Nico appreciator to overlook it)

That scene in TLO or something in which Nico tells Hades they’re just the same, alone and bitter tho? I’d forever love Nico for that.

[yonemurishiroku]

Nico taking advantage of being Hades’ ‘favorite’ to straight-up diss the gods that mess with him, showing attitude and all of that - knowing full well he’d have his father’s protection against their petty retorts.

[yonemurishiroku]

I don’t know why but I prefer to picture Hades’ working space less like a throne and more like… a living room, with a working desk for him in the corner, a large table and equally large sofas and couches etc for his family and guests (those that deserve to sit).

It’s like in those movies when the boss’s sitting at the head of the table, his family scattering around him on the luxury chairs and you’re on your knees in front of their scrutinies. You know what I’m saying? No? Shame. :(

[yonemurishiroku]

Ok, so.

After the Gaea war, Nico disappeared. Like, straight-up vanishing, gone without a trace, soundless like a shadow, all of that. 

Even Hazel was clueless. Hades didn’t answer any of her calls, silent as ever. You’d think after everything Nico had done, the god would at least care for his son’s wellbeing.

And then one day, they found him again. Jason, in one of his expeditions to Italy - to be exact.

But Nico didn’t remember them.

None of them. Not Jason, not Hazel and certainly not Percy. In fact, Nico remembered nothing about demigods and all that crap. He thought Jason was a kidnapper and later a mental patient with how he tried to talk “mythology” and “Greek gods” to him. 

It turned out that Nico had been living a life - a peaceful, undisturbing, godless, mortal-like one - in the other side of the ocean, all this time. He was alone, but there didn’t seem to be any difficulty for this new, simple life of his to go on. 

They tested his memories only to come up empty handed. It was almost like his memories had been wiped out, again.

Then, they tried to bring them back to him. There was a lot of shouting, convincing, lasting out, backpedaling, triggering, crying, begging, forgiving, frustration, desperation, hurt and anger and everything in between. It was a mess. And they still didn’t know why he became like this. 

It was only until when Nico had fully gained back his memories that it turned out Hades had something to do with this.

They went to confront him, then, only to be met with a devastated Underworld and a weakened, paralyzed, suffering Hades.

Persephone told them he had been like this since the end of Gaea war. Even she didn’t know why.

Nico did, though, because he had been there. On the verge of unconsciousness, but still very much there.

He remembered now - the vow he had forced out of his father in despair: a painless ending, a restful slumber; the coldness of Hades’ arms on his skin, cradling him against his chest like he used to do back on Venice’s fondamente; the looming figure of a woman - Styx - much, much scarier and greater than the Underworld itself, reaching out for his father’s essence. Then the world had disappeared behind his father’s hands and everything had been bleached white so fast he couldn’t remember the darkness.

Nico held onto his father’s hand, tears on his face, whispering like he often did to those close to death. “You broke your promise.” 

No, Hades had never been one to brake his promises. 

But he had never loved a son that much, either.

[yonemurishiroku]

Ok i really. really like it when Nico can casts illusions/ does shadow-plays as if you couldn’t even tell from my latest fanfic.

Idk I just think it’s neat. And to think that Nico sometimes cast illusions of Bianca and his mother to soothe his loneliness——and since he forgets everything about Maria he just keeps picturing her with Bianca’s older features——and as his memories slowly come back he can gradually carve her clearer and clearer————

[yonemurishiroku]

I distinctly recall a scene in which Nico falls into critical state and the others were trying to help them, but then these shadows/ ghosts/ whatever—appear, surrounding him and blocking the approach.It’s only Hades who can dismiss them with an assurance: Your master is safe.

Later, he explains that they are Nico’s inner demons.

Now, I don’t remember the fic pretty much and I’d love it to stay that way, but I can tell you that I hella love that scene.

Nico being protected by all sorts of dark forces or underworld creatures or aldhakhds would always be my favorite trope.

[yonemurishiroku]

Nico has been thinking of asking his father for a peaceful rest for a while.

But then Hazel grabs his hand and smiles brightly at him. And all the suicidal thoughts go silence in Nico’s head.

[yonemurishiroku]

I just think that when Nico gets in trouble with a deity, Hades would be one of the firsts to attempt to get him out of there.

Just saying on the grounds of many and many fanfic in which Nico is desperate without any help from his father. Please I need one with Hades coming to Nico’s aid please.

[yonemurishiroku]

Thinking about Jasico’s wedding and technically Nico’s mother’s murderer would be present.

Er… no. They either don’t need a wedding or have it in the Underworld.

[yonemurishiroku]

i Love your content. nico has been my favourite since day one, and so has hades, i had always liked him as a mythological figure. while nico gets a lot of love i dont think hades does, and i cannot thank you enough for exploring their relationship so beautifully. i am not even in the “fandom”, i do not partake in anything really, it has been long long years since i read pjo and i was never part of the online fanbase. i came across your blog randomly. but i just love your content so much. frequently i check if you have posted anything new. thank you so much. its so refreshing to see my favourite parent-child duo get so much love.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'M LITERALLY CRYING. PLEASE HELP I THINK I'M DREAMING.

Omg I can't express enough how delighted I am to know that someone enjoys my content that much. And to know that I am the one who's got you to stay with the fandom??? 🤩 I'm over the moon. 💖💖💖😳😳🥳😇😇 This is such an honor lord above please don't let this be a dream. 😭😭😭

THANK YOU A MILLION FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!!!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) PLEASE KNOW THAT I WOULD APPRECIATE YOUR LOVE UNTIL THE END OF DAYS. 😭😭😭 would probably print this out to stick it onto my grave too----

I'd try my best to provide you with more Hades and Nico quality content. That is certainly something I can fulfill. I love them with everything in me and I don't intend to stop anytime soon. And this message of yours definitely throws that scenario through the window. I won't let you down.

Sincerely, thank you. God bless your soul and every blessing to you.

[yonemurishiroku]

hi i’m lurking rn and i just wanna say thank you for filling the entire nico and hades tag hdhsgsjshsj

OMG ASDJAHDKA HI BUDDY IT'S NO PROBLEM IT'S MY HONOR ACTUALLY YOU SEE IT'S SO CLOSE TO A RELIGION AT THIS POINT AND I CAN'T STOP LAYING HEADCANONS LIKE EGGS SO LIKE---okay that's enough lmao. Thank you a million for your support, pal!! It means a lot to me 🥺🥺🥺 Rest assured that I've made a nest in this tag and will not leave it barren!