j'ai l'étoile et l'étincelle dans ma parole

Midnight Ocean: Update

Fandom: Hades (Game) Pairing: Thanzag Rating: E Status: In progress Word count: 715,782 Tags:  alternate universe, romance, mystery, secret identity, strangers to lovers, marriage of convenience, fake/pretend relationship, domestic, hurt/comfort, gentleness, family secrets, self-discovery, inspired by eros and psyche, first time, cuddling, sharing a bed

“Please consider what I’m about to say. Think of it as you return to your mother. You must put as much thought into it as you can. Will you? Please, promise me you will.” “Yes! Whatever it is, I’ll consider it.” “Eventually Lord Hades will have mercy upon you. He will. I know that must sound strange—the most severe of the gods showing mercy where his kindred won’t—but it’s the truth. The Olympians are more… unreliable. The only way I can see to protect the Underworld and in turn you and your mother is this: Bind yourself to me.” His hands tremble. He brushes his thumb along the crook of Zag’s throat, so very sweet, even when he’s rigid with tension. “Wed me.” Raised by his mother far away from both Olympus and the Underworld, a strange series of events leads Zagreus to meeting a faceless, nameless Chthonic god.

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Than with wings is canon now huehuehue

“Come here,” Than murmurs, though he’s the one to step up to Moros.

Moros is deer-still all the while, his eyes never once leaving Than’s face, though they flicker from gold to red to red and green.

“Are you well?” Than asks, swiping a streak of mortal blood from Moros’ cheek with his thumb, thinking of Nyx thumbing at his own cheeks. He doesn’t maintain the contact long, though he stays close and keeps his back to Ares despite the weight of his attention.

Moros’ lips part. He looks soft. Young.

Brotherly instincts are something Thanatos has experienced only rarely. Perhaps those of a little brother, but he’s often felt as if he’s lacking those of an elder. Whatever was engrained in Charon that allowed him to sense when Than, as a little boy, was about to shift somewhere he shouldn’t before the fact, or to catch Hypnos’ head just before it hit a table or some other hard surface when he fell asleep, never quite woke up inside Than. They never stirred, alerting him that he was about to set off one of Moros’ moods. Never told him how to respond when his little brother was sent into a fit of tears because he saw another horrific fate he couldn’t even put into words, beyond broken bits: a liver, a woman with hair like fire and a broken tongue, a swallowing of flesh, they’re going to die, they’re all going to—But Than feels those instincts now.

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“Oh, what’s this?” Aphrodite leans closer, her endless eyes glinting. “No, no! Allow your mind to wander again, dearest!”

Shaking himself, Thanatos returns to his body. “I—Pardon?”

Aphrodite taps a nail against his gorget, just where it rests over his sternum. “You were thinking of that little godling, weren’t you? I can tell these things!” She dips her head, giving him a conspiratorial look. “You light right up…”

For my sanity, I'm going to try not to check constantly tomorrow. I'm also not actually sure if they will get to it tomorrow. Communication has... not been great. And tbh I haven't bothered trying to contact them bc in the past, I haven't received responses, so I figured it would be the same with this lol.