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Hades Video Game | Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos | E | Threesome | First time | Love confessions | 3.9k

Summary: After successfully romancing both Megaera and Thanatos, Zagreus finds that he and Than are tentative about establishing a physically intimate relationship. Luckily Meg, with whom Zagreus already has a sexual history, is willing to help.

I was happy to participate in @thehadeslounge’s annual holiday gift exchange again this year, because I had the opportunity to complete my first fic featuring MZT, a ship I’ve been wanting to explore for a while! My giftee this year was the lovely @tayasigerson, yet another member of the community I was very honored to write for <3 I’m grateful that they enjoyed this sweet & spicy little story and I hope all of you do, too <3

Excerpt:

Already resigned to returning to his room alone for now, Zagreus makes his way to the east wing of the house. However, he stops short at the entrance of the lounge when he suddenly spots not only Than, but also Meg—both of them sitting together at a circular table on the far-end. They see him as well, and they wave him over, and for this Zagreus thinks he should be grateful, at least. Before these particular interpersonal breakthroughs, there have been more occasions than he would like to admit, even in the recent past, in which he had thought to join them for a drink, only to be spurned.

As Zagreus sits down, he gets the impression that they have been expecting him—from the looks on their faces to, perhaps even more tellingly, a bottle of nectar already sitting there for him in front of the last vacant seat. He sits.

“What’s all this?” Zagreus asks, twisting open the stopper on his drink.

Megaera watches him take a sip, chin resting primly on an overturned palm, showing off pink-painted fingers. She smiles.

“It is perhaps a good stroke of fortune that you would appear just now,” she says. Her manner here is formal; her tone the one she uses when discussing matters of duty.

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Than and I were in conversation just now… he has come to me to receive counsel.”

“About what?”

“About you.”

“Me?”

Given recent developments, Zagreus assumes that Meg knows about him and Than by now. He had been fairly certain that she wouldn’t have a problem with it, but on the other hand, despite his insistence to her that his business is his own, he wonders if perhaps they should’ve discussed it beforehand, even if his concurrent relationships with both of them have evolved rather quickly. Yet he and Meg have only just managed to patch things up between one another, after admittedly a rather acrimonious break-up. It wouldn’t do to spoil their tentative reconciliation so soon, especially when Zagreus has only just remembered how incredible the sex is between the two of them—er, not that it’s the only good quality about their relationship, or Meg as a whole.

Zagreus glances towards Thanatos. Often taciturn even in the best of circumstances, he remains quiet, acting as if extremely interested in the carvings of the wooden table in front of them.

“Thanatos tells me that the two of you have become lovers,” Megaera says, confirming Zagreus’ suspicions right away.

“I see. And he is… what, exactly? Asking for your blessing?”

Meg chuckles into her drink at this. She continues to hum with amusement as she holds onto a mouthful, savoring it for a moment before swallowing.

“Do you think he needs my permission, Zag?”

“Not really. But if this is something you have a problem with, best we get it out in the open to discuss it, shouldn’t we?”

“Your personal matters don’t concern me, Zagreus. At least, insofar that I’m not here to evaluate your choices in romantic partners.”

“Oh. Then what’s all this about?”

Megaera does not answer right away, silently regarding Zagreus for a long while. She is still smiling, but Zagreus knows there could very well be something else more sinister lurking behind one of her sly smiles.

“I think you are quite lucky, Zag. Forgive me if remarking upon this fairly plain observation comes off as condescending, but Thanatos cares for you quite a lot.”

Zagreus’ eyes flicker to Thanatos. “Yes, I suppose he does,” he says evenly, not exactly sure yet where this is going.

Thanatos meets his gaze. His manner is stiffly formal, even though Zagreus can see the golden glow from the ichor rising on his cheeks.

“I wanted to speak with Megaera because… I thought perhaps she could impart her wisdom on matters she has experience in, unlike myself. I thought perhaps she could offer some reassurances… as you and I—” he pauses, swallows. “—as we reassess the bounds of our relationship.”

He is not any more specific than this, but Zagreus understands what he means anyway. Though it is true that he and Thanatos have taken each other as lovers, they are still in the process of figuring out what such a thing means for the two of them, and what boundaries, if any, might still exist. Zagreus has never shied away from the fact that he has a certain penchant for physical pleasure and coupling. Despite Thanatos’ relative disregard of such things, whether from inexperience or disinterest (likely one in the same), Zagreus had assumed, perhaps naively, that the two of them would easily fall into sync together, simply by the virtue of their life-long intimate friendship. And yet Zagreus found himself fumbling, suddenly shy because he wanted to please Thanatos, and realized he had no idea how. Thanatos is his dearest friend—the significance of this had stymied his courage. There had been gentle kisses and touches with the promise of more, but neither of them were apparently willing just yet to take that next step to deepen their intimacy… in whatever form it may ultimately take.

Apparently Thanatos was of the same mind.

“I asked her about what might please you,” he admits, the words coming slightly bolder now, his anxieties precisely echoing Zagreus’ own. “I presumed she is already much more knowledgeable than I in that regard.”

“Perhaps I am,” Megaera cuts in. “But also, dare I say the relationship between the two of you is rather different than the one between Zagreus and myself. I’m not sure that behaving as I would in a given situation would come naturally to Gentle Death, and doubtless inappropriate in any case.”

Thanatos looks solemn, if not a bit disappointed.

“I suppose that’s true,” he says. “I’m not sure if Zagreus’ proclivities match my own strengths, as it were. Not that I wanted to do things as you would… I suppose I just wished for a bit of additional insight.” Thanatos eyes Zagreus, addressing him as he hurries to say: “From an outside perspective, I mean. I was going to discuss it with you too, of course—”

“I don’t think you need to worry about it too much, Than,” Meg says. “I believe our Zagreus to be actually quite undiscriminating in matters of pleasure. And I mean that as a compliment.” She turns, nodding to Zagreus. “I think it is a virtue of his to be able to take joy in almost whatever life has to offer. And as I recently discovered, it turns out he has quite a knack for being able to bestow such an outlook onto others, as well. Our prince is perhaps much wiser than I often gave him credit for.” Megaera’s arms are now crossed, looking between them with a subdued, yet knowing expression. “In any case… I believe we have exhausted our ability to deal with this matter over drinks. Come, let us move our conference elsewhere.”

“Where are we going?” Zagreus asks, quickly draining his bottle before he has to abandon it.

“Your room.”

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Hades Video Game | Persephone/Nyx | E | Cuddling | Body Worship | First time | 2.8k

Excerpt:

The house sleeps. Faint whispers of forlorn shades float in the heavy, hazy air, on the wisps of sharp-smelling incense smoke. Yet the only movements that catch Persephone’s eye are the trembling reflections of candlelight against the faceted surfaces of the decorated house walls. The door of the master bedchamber booms softly as she gingerly shuts it behind her. In the dimness, she steps lightly—stealing up staircases and down corridors, nightgown fluttering behind her, until she reaches Nyx’s bedchamber.

Does the Night ever truly sleep, Persephone wonders silently. Even if Nyx has yielded the skies to bright Helios, her work does not cease. Just as the heavens turn in a perpetual cycle of light and darkness, her duties to the House are as constant as the mortal souls passing down into the realm of the underworld. Sure enough, when Persephone knocks, there is a voice on the other side—still alert, and answering without delay:

“Come in.”

Persephone opens the door, and finds Lady Nyx at her vanity, presently in the midst of removing her finery and placing them carefully into an array of similarly opulent jewelry boxes. If Nyx finds Persephone’s sudden appearance to be unexpected, she does not show it. Her demeanor is calm and poised, her expression pleasant.

“Your Majesty,” she says with a polite smile. “What a pleasure it is to receive you here.” She pauses, her brow knotting faintly with sudden, slight concern. “Are you well?”

“I am well, Lady Nyx, thank you,” Persephone answers reassuringly. “I hope I am not disturbing you at an inconvenient hour, but—I apologize. If I may be so blunt, I had wished for your company. If it pleases you.”

Hades Gameverse Memory Loss AU | Achilles/Patroclus | E | Chapters: 7/22 | Words: 71,247 (Ch 7: 10,825 words)

Chapter 7 Summary: Achilles & Patroclus have a second meeting which goes somewhat better than the first. Patroclus is curious, and goes on a fact-finding trip where he sees some familiar faces.

Excerpt:

“A servant of Hades…. He comes all this way, only to return where he belongs after a brief chat… quite curious. Am I really worth the trouble? How is someone like him even given the privilege, I wonder, to simply walk back and forth between realms as he does… who even is he?”

The statue continues to appear thoughtful, pondering this carefully, and does not answer.

Patroclus sighs. “My friend, I must admit as good as you are at keeping secrets, I find it to be rather inadequate in a situation such as this. Dare I say I can find someone else around here with a tongue a bit looser than yours. After all, this realm is hardly lacking in rambling gossipmongers and blowhards… I should have no trouble at all.”

Making up his mind all at once, Patroclus rises. He has not moved from this spot since the last time he stood to watch Achilles’ previous departure. In this place where time is imperceptible, he is uncertain if it has been been thirty minutes, or thirty years, or indeed even thirty hundred years since then. He wonders if his folded legs might feel stiff and sore from disuse—miraculously however, they feel as light and springy as if no time has passed at all.

He takes the staircase down, crossing the bridge over the river, making his way to the gate opposite from the one Achilles passed through. It is a bit irrational perhaps, to worry that they might stumble upon one another again out there, in a realm that already seems alive, and enjoys playing tricks on its inhabitants, shifting its paths and holding familiar spots as well as destinations out of reach. It is this which makes Patroclus wonder with some trepidation if he will be able to find his way back again once leaving. Still, his curiosity has made the imperative of an errand like this too great to ignore, and he allows himself to have faith that he will be able to return.

He turns, and looks up to the statue once more as his hand grips the latch of the gate. It ignores him as it stands there, dignified and imposing—the largest presence in this space.

“Watch things over for me while I’m away, please,” Patroclus calls to it softly before passing through the gateway, the hem of his cloak whispering after him.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43292178/chapters/137115583

Achilles/Patroclus, Achilles & Patroclus/Nameless Exalted Shades | E | PWP | Rope Bondage | Sensory Deprivation | Voyeurism | 6k

Summary:

One deprived of sight, the other deprived of hearing — Achilles and Patroclus are still able to revel in the ecstasy of one another.

Each chapter is the same scene from each point of view, experienced very differently.

This fic was written for a gift exchange event organized by the Hades Lounge Discord (@thehadeslounge), as a gift for the amazing Hound, who I was so honored to write for <3

The inspiration for this one hit me like a lightning bolt in the middle of the night one night when I couldn’t sleep. Just the whole, “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world” from TSOA taken to the horniest extreme possible, LMAO. I had a genuine blast writing this one from start to finish so I hope all of you enjoy it too <3

Excerpt:

At first, it is like the moment he died. A dark abyss, the absence of thought.

There is feeling in the darkness however, coming into relief gradually—his limbs sing with the ache from a pleasure-laced bite of a rope, holding him up like the long, weaving sinews that tether the immortal soul to a mortal life. His arms, he finds with a flex of his muscles, are bound tightly behind his back. The bindings weave down from his neck and chest, down to his hips; and then further below, where his calf hugs against the corded flesh of his upper thigh. He feels as if he is kneeling upright upon a cloud, suspended in the air. He struggles against the rope with an experimental fussing—the weight of his dangling body sways slightly from the momentum it creates.

His blood begins to stir at the feeling of such helplessness. But there is also something else he would like to assess.

“Patroclus,” Achilles calls out into the void.

There is no answer. Ah.

“Patroclus!” He calls out again. He remains calm in spite of the silence, quickly banishing away the thought that he will not be able to find him amongst this isolation.

And then.

“Achilles… are you calling for me? I am here.”

The inflection of Patroclus’ voice is strange—slow and stilted and deliberate, as if he were relearning how to speak. It is also overly loud, despite the fact that Achilles can tell from the position of the sound vibrating in Patroclus’ throat that he is, in fact, quite near.

Achilles finds that the rest of his senses are sharper while deprived of his sight. He realizes he can feel the warmth of Patroclus’ whole soul emanating from him. He can hear the subtle, quickened catch of his ghostly breaths. He is musky and hot, and the smell of his arousal is sweet and sharp in Achilles’ nose.

“There you are, love,” Achilles says gently. “I hope you are doing alright.” Once again, he does not receive an answer, but Achilles had expected it this time, and does not worry. He knows that he cannot be heard.

Hades Gameverse Memory Loss AU | Achilles/Patroclus | E | Chapters: 6/22 | Words: 60,353 (Ch 6: 9,450 words)

Chapter 6 Summary: Achilles reflects on his reunion with Patroclus and has bad dreams. Hypnos demonstrates his abilities as an ASMR youtuber. Patroclus tells a story. Achilles has a better dream.

Excerpt:

Achilles enters his bedchamber, his mind as cluttered as the room before him. The sight of it at once makes him weary, and he sinks onto his pallet with a heaving sigh.

Why won’t you just… forget about eternal glory? The both of us together… don’t you see? We are already glorious.

On the journey home, Achilles had turned the pages of his memories, rereading them all with fresh eyes. The low simmering sense of revulsion in the pit of his stomach had only grown more acute as he traveled lower into hell, and now, back in the depths of Tartarus, he feels deserving of its darkness and its isolation more than ever.

There is no one in the world who loves me more than you, is that not so? So then… why not let me be the one who loves you the most?”

“Indeed,” he mutters aloud into the silence of the room. “It is a question I should have asked as well. Why couldn’t I have allowed myself to be the one who loved you the most, in turn? Glory be damned.”

Achilles has realized he is even more of a fool than he thought. How could he have forgotten Patroclus’ words at this crucial moment? How could he have not even listened?

Time and again, Achilles has always only been thinking of what he himself wanted for the two of them—never compromising, never considering what would make both of them happy. Has Achilles ever truly seen Patroclus as his own person? Or has Patroclus always been simply an extension of himself in his own mind, someone Achilles could not fathom to separate from his own ego?

Lord Hades had even made the suggestion for both of them to enter Asphodel together—it could have been their second chance at the modest, peaceful existence Achilles had eschewed in favor of a life of glory. How careless he had been to immediately reject it out of hand.

And now, here is the consequence. Patroclus was left with no choice, and so he drank—the ultimate act of defiance—in order to reclaim his agency once and for all. The nature of his memory made it apparent that this was an extraction with all the precision of a surgeon’s knife, wholly himself but for that one missing piece: the metastasized part of Patroclus which had drained the vitality of his very soul, slowly killing even his eternal self. Even then, it seemed, it had been too late, with Patroclus left completely spiritless and despondent. But perhaps in his mind, it was better to be miserable and alone by his own choice, rather than to be tormented by the memories of a man who did not truly honor him the way he should have.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43292178/chapters/132992266