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Fourth fic of Hades with Thanatos/ Zagreus (For this one is Thanatos/Megaera/Zagreus) for Year of the OTP Event, @yearoftheotpevent. This is within the same universe as the February prompt.
Enjoy!
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CW: Hades game spoilers, some language, possible not canon compliant, and Fade to Black/ implied sex
Summary: Another work break with Zagreus and Thanatos, now with Meg! Also her sisters are there enjoying good food.
After many escapes from the Prince of the Hades, the House of Hades have changed so much that it is hardly recognizable.
Once the Lady Persephone came into her role, the administration side of the underworld ran smoother and the shades are happy as ever. Lord Hades, on the other hand, is disturbed by the increased devotion from its many denizens and sudden dropped of parchment work, to a degree that left even Lord Zeus jealous. As the other largest realm Lord Poseidon, believes the situation rather hilarious.
At the mandatory breaks, the lounge became very popular that the Shade Chef had to get more contractors as assistant cooks, which with heavy heart, Dusa had to do the same.
The contractor is ever busy, but satisfied of seeing how the House is thriving.
Zagreus dashes past Hypnos, startling him awake into the side entrance to the Lounge.
On the walls, are promotional posters of Eurydice’s second tour at the Lounge. Hopefully he can ask for a song to play on a day where both Thanatos and himself are free at the same time. If he’s lucky, Megaera might join them.
Near the other entrance to the lounge, sits Meg talking to someone, but her two furies sisters block his view. Slowing down his dash to a walk, he smirks at the sight as far as Zagreus knows, the Meg’s two sisters might be enjoying their first time within the House.
A couple of escapes ago, Zagreus got hold of the restriction of only Meg entering the Lounge. Only after verifying a resigned Meg and conditions of good behavior on part of Alecto and Tisiphone, the latter two can enter the main House.
So long the furies don't destroy the lounge, Zagreus might keep seeing all three Furies in the House.
“Good morning or evening or whenever it is right now, ladies!” Zagreus greets the two tables in the lounge.
Megaera lazily waves her hand, still talking to someone else.
Curious, Zagreus looks around Alecto who is stabbing her salad and Tisiphone tearing through bloody ribs. The scythe hinted just a second before Zagreus saw him.
“Thanatos!” Zagreus brightens up. Thanatos raises a glass of ambrosia, eyes equally bright.
Meg lets out a sigh before looking at Zagreus, “Are you here to celebrate?”
Zagreus tilts his head, “I'm guessing you meant something more than just being able to eat together.”
Meg eyes her sisters at the other table.
“Murr–deeerr,” Tisiphone grumbles, wiping her face with a napkin, daintily.
Alecto folds her fork in half and grabs a tomato the size of a cherry and chops on it. Dodging flying tomato bights from her loudly crackling, Zagreus joins Thanatos and Meg into the third seat on their table.
Once Zagreus takes a seat, Thanatos clears his throat. Meg gives him a glare before dropping a couple of Obols in his outstretched hand.
“Do I want to know?” Zagreus, eyes them both, cheek probed by his palm.
“Doesn't matter,” Meg waves her hand, “Now eat your lunch before you go off and get yourself killed by another vermin.”
“Hey, now,” Zagreus pouts, “I have you know, I have not been beaten by that misleading rodent for a couple of escapes now.”
A uniformed shade slides a plate in front of Zagreus. “Bon appetite!”
“Is it one of the trout I've fished a couple of escape attempts before?”
“You mentioned you craved fish, Zagreus,” Thanatos commented after drinking more ambrosia.
Zagreus smiles, cheeks full of food.
Meg points her fork at him, “Swallow first before saying anything!”
Zagreus wiggle his eyebrows as Thanatos chuckles at the implication.
Meg sighs, but a small smile escapes her.
“Disgusting!” Alecto gags behind them, “Right in front of my salad!!”
Zagreus, after swallowing his first large bite, says, “I can be worse you know.”
“Zaaaah-errrr,” Tisiphone gives a sharp tooth smile.
Spinning a couple of times on his stool, Zagreus stops facing Tisiphone, “Had a great lunch, Tisiphone?”
“Murrrrrd-raaaag,” Tisiphone nods. She turns to the shade waiter and gives a thumbs up.
“Thank you for coming!” the shade nods at her before Tisiphone teleports away.
“She seems happy enough!” Zagreus takes another bite of his fish. Under the table, Zagreus intertwines his legs with Thanatos. To his relief, his flamed feet meet coolness. Thank the Styx he didn't accidentally touch Meg.
“Ha! I sure bloody not!” Alecto slams her hands on the trio’s table. Meg’s drink shakes, but she grabs it before it tips over.
“Alecto, you were just approved to be allowed in the House,” Meg hisses then turns contemplating, “Then again if you don't want to be here, keep misbehaving.”
“And leave Tisiphone with Red Blood?” Alecto crosses her arms, glaring at Meg, “I can't trust you since that one was your ex.”
Zagreus smirks.
Alecto eyes him suspiciously, “What?”
“You made such a large deal,” Zagreus waves his fork before stabbing the last fish bite, “You work alone, just like Meg and yet you're willing to hang out with us.”
Alecto’s body shakes. Without moving forward, her hands, shifting between fists and grasping toward Zagreus.
Zagreus loudly whispers to Thanatos, “She's obsessed with my blood.”
“I don't share,” Thanatos grabs Zagreus, mouth still full of the last fish. Zagreus, just shifts around until he is comfortable on Thanatos’ lap.
Alecto leans back and gags, “I don't want to know what kind of things you guys are up to. Enough your room has no door and everyone knows when you're doing the loud nasty business.”
Meg chugs her drink down and slams it on the table.
“Not ex,” Meg stands up and pulls Zagreus into a rough long kiss.
She licks her lips and raises an eyebrow at Thanatos, who barely holds Zagreus from falling on the floor.
“Have fun and leave him wrecked for me, Thanatos,” her rough voice barely pierced through Zagreus' foggy thoughts.
Once Zagreus processes the words, he quickly dashes to his room.
“Complements to the chef!” Zagreus said just as he crosses into the hallway between the lounge and his room.
As for Thanatos, he teleports after him.
Alecto's high pitched screech echoes the House of Hades.
“To be young,” Persephone giggles to herself. She pets Cerberus, who eyes the lounge with annoyance.
Hades grumbles and if his signature on his parchments is thicker and harsher than usual, no one isn't going to point it out.
Orpheus casually plays louder, barely hiding the giggling in the Prince’s bedroom.
Third fic of Hades with Thanatos/ Zagreus for Year of the OTP Event, @yearoftheotpevent
Enjoy!
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CW: Modern setting au, flashbacks of bad relationship between Zagreus and Hades, Open ending (potential of expanding)
Summary: After finally finding his mother, Zagreus wanted to start to fix their lost bond by working part time in his mother’s Pom Blossom shop. Just like that his life began to flourish and found the support he always craved.
“Don’t lose heart or any more leaves for that matter, Little red flower,” Zagreus winces when another curled up dry leaf falls from the small potted plant.
Zagreus shifts the soil and tsks at the dryness.
“Honestly, the lack of care is appalling despite making an expensive order to bring you here,” Zagreus looks at the notes Dusa left him to care for the strange flower.
“They don't even want you when they realize how high maintenance you are,” He picks up the pot, moving it to the sunlight piercing through the shop’s window.
“All you need is patience and care,” Zagreus props his chin, leaning from the seat. He stares at the flower.
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“Honestly, boy, can't you do anything right?” The towering man with dark brown eyes, glares down at Zagreus.
Zagreus, waves his arms frantically, done with the same old, same old reprimands, “I could have if you actually taught me!”
“I don't want to hear excuses—” Hades began.
“And who wants to hear someone who all they do is berate them!” Zagreus points at his father.
Hades pushes away the pointed finger, “You are under my payroll, so be respectful.”
Zagreus grows quiet, breathing hard.
“Fine, if I have to be respectful to you, then I quit!”
“Boy–!” The door slams shut behind him.
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A familiar rolling wheel crunching a couple of leaves has Zagreus straighten up.
“Dusa!”
The cheerful college student rolls over to Zagreus.
“Oh! How wonderful! She looks lovely.”
Zagreus scratches his cheek, “Hopefully I don't kill Red.”
Dusa turns her head to Zagreus, her braids swinging, “Of course you won't! I have complete faith that you will succeed!”
Zagreus blushes, “Geez, I'll do my best then.”
“That's all anyone can do,” Dusa smiles at the little potted plant. She turns her wheelchair.
“So any new plants?”
Zagreus mentally goes over what his mother told him that morning.
“Not yet, but the shipment is coming early and what Mother commented, it will be a treat.”
Dusa squeals, “Can't wait, hopeful it will give an idea what kind of plant to report in my Midterms.”
Zagreus frowns, “Dusa, it's barely February, you have time.”
She shrugs and rolls off to the greenhouse, careful with any hoses left unattended.
Fortunately Zagreus did his morning clean up. He hums happily to himself, picking up the clipboard to check any other duties he has to do.
After an hour, of Dusa humming as she took notes of the plants’ condition and Zagreus finish setting up a flowerbed when a bell tolls.
“Guh-dong!”
Zagreus frowns and looks over the entrance.
“Is that our store bell?” He mumbles to himself.
Zagreus debates leaving the clipboard, but remembers just how often he loses stuff after being distracted for a bit. He stands up, dusting off the dirt with the hand not holding the clipboard.
“Worry not sir or madam, I am here,” Zagreus greets once he crosses the threshold to the store counter.
Zagreus smile freezes and feels his face burn.
Before him was a taller man, with silver short hair. He was wearing a black form fitting sleeveless hoodie, showing off beautiful intricated sleeve tattoo on his left arm. And is that a butterfly earring on his left ear?!
“You're not, Lady Persephone.”
Zagreus shakes his head and places his clipboard on the counter to ground himself to the present.
“I’m afraid not, if you need her services, she will be back tomorrow,” Zagreus clears his dry throat, “For today, I’m the only cashier who can assist you.”
The silver haired man tschs, “Cannot be helped.”
No way he is letting a potential client leave, and if he wants more time with him, Zagreus is a complex individual.
“I can help, if it’s an emergency,” Zagreus offers, trying to focus the guy's face. Damn, it's still hot.
The other man frowns, “I don’t know what is the bouquet is called. I always ask for the usual for my tattoo shop and she knows.”
Zagreus hums, “Do you come here often?”
When the man stares at him, Zagreus splutters.
“I meant here in the shop!” Zagreus laughs, blush returning full force, “It may be possible my mother have records and I can still make it.”
“Your mother? I was unaware she had a son,” the man tilts his head, taking him in.
“It’s a long story,” Zagreus comments while looking for past sales records.
“I apologize.”
Zagreus looks up, confused, “For what? For not knowing the order? Happens the best of us.”
When he looks back down, Zagreus makes a victory fist pump.
“Wonderful! Detailed and clear records,” Zagreus looks up to ask the guy’s name only to stop.
The guy was frowning at him.
“You alright?”
“No, you—” the guy shakes his head, “What information do you need from me?”
Are you single? Zagreus thinks, but out loud he asks, “When was your last purchase and under what name it was signed off.”
“My last purchase was the same time as today and day of week. The order usually is under Pierced Butterfly or my name, Thanatos.”
“Thanatos…Pierced...aha!”
Zagreus read the notes and compares it for the last 3 weeks in case there is a difference. Fortunately they are the same and one of the first arrangements his mother taught him months before he was allowed to man the register.
“You are in luck Mr. Thanatos; I can arrange the bouquet for you.”
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“Thank you for your purchase and have a great day!” Zagreus beams at him.
Thanatos picks up the vase with the flower arrangement and looks up.
His stare is so intense, wishing for it to last longer.
“I can see you are your mother’s son.”
Zagreus scratches his cheek, “Well I did inherit her green eye, paired up with…yeah.”
His voice trails off. Before he can think about his father again, Thanatos cuts in.
“You have her patience and kindness for nature.”
“Oh,” once again, he blushes. Zagreus cannot help it; Thanatos seems someone he wants to learn more from.
“Hopefully I’ll see you next week, Zagreus.”
When the store door close, Zagreus blindly reaches for the chair and slumps on it.
For the fourth prompt: "Party" for the Get Lucky Card from @steddiebingo. I might post a master post for the Get Lucky Prompt in mid April, but we'll see. Enjoy!
Tags: Medieval AU, Bard!Eddie, Former Knight!Steve, implied smut, open ended
Summary: Steve knows one cannot simply tie a free bird let alone a bard who loves to learn everything in the world. So he will take any attention aimed solely for him. Fortunately Eddie is willing to meet him halfway.
Steve sits up from the bed. Ignoring Eddie grumbling under the covers, Steve carefully rolls off the bed as quietly as he can.
Reaching the closed windows, Steve peeks out and curses.
“Eddie,” Steve hisses. More grumbling responds.
Steve picks up the closest article of clothing on the floor, some flowy shirt. Bunching it into a ball, Steve throws the ball hard at Eddie.
“What the fuck?” Eddie sits up. Steve only gave himself a half second to take in the marks he left on Eddie hours before.
“You need to go–”
“Again, what the fuck?!” Eddie pulls up the bed covers over his head.
Steve shushes him, “Go and round up everyone to run into the forest. The head of the inn knows the way.”
Without waiting for a response, he picks up a pair of loose trousers, and grabs his sword.
“My good sir, look!” Steve turns and barely snatches a fabric with his free hand. It was a vest.
“For your modesty,” he grins, but worry still lingers.
Shouts began, possibly a couple of streets away from the inn. Steve quickly pulls the vest over and gives a half smile.
“Just in case,” Eddie’s eyes widen as Steve goes on, “You’re formally invited to Starcourt Ball for Lady Robin.”
Eddie gaps at him.
Steve pulls up his boots and throws a shirt and trousers at Eddie, “Let the guards know, Dingus and I don’t suck.”
“Why?” His eyes narrow, clutching the clothes.
“I want to see you again,” Steve blushes. A hard crash across the inn has Steve straighten up.
“Now go! I’m entrusting you to help the others escape, and no funny hero shit!”
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Eddie groans loudly to himself after seeing such a heroic-cannot possible be real let alone bed him being jump out the window.
He stops himself from peering out the window when he hears Steve shouting at the offended knights.
After all who else could be angry in the town when the monsters were finally beaten by Sir Stephen, the wandering knight, oath bound to help the common folk.
The embarrassment and shame the knights of the town being too cowardly to fight. Sure his songs boasting Sir Stephen probably pushed them over the edge.
Now instead of having another round of morning fun, Eddie has to dash away and follow the instructions left by his possible lover.
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Good news, Sir Stevie survived the former knights attack. The village did not appreciate the disrespect and even stormed the castle. To no one’s surprise, but probably Stevie’s, they put him in charge.
Bad news, he stayed too long in the town and his upcoming Bard Festival is coming up fast. It's time to return to his old University and find out where the bard competition will be.
He only had time to send off a note of regret for not playing for his Lordship’s inauguration ceremony, but he did accept the invitation for the ball of Lady Robin.
Half the songs he wrote were of the shifting blue and green eyed knight. Going through the world, after running away on his knighting ceremony to a liege, who always take and take, and burning everyone who defies him.
Although he never got the story of Lady Robin.
No matter, all Eddie has to do is choose his muse. He looks down at his song book.
“Oh! I’m so happy for you, Eddie!” a chirpy voice breaks his thoughts. Before him is the university’s beloved lyre player, Chrissy.
Its very fortunate bards support bards which Chrissy was about to be forced to marry Duke Creel’s son, Jason.
Last thing Eddie knew after making sure Chrissy made it to the university, was Duke lost so much respect and brought low by many song. It was so bad, that the king stripped him off the title.
“Whyever gave you that idea, Princess Chrissy,” Eddie stands up to give a deep bow.
Two giggles has him raise his eyes. A noblewoman dressed in trousers and a long coat smirks at him.
“I fear I am at loss, noblebeing,” Eddie catches how Chrissy blushes, standing very closed with the noble.
“Milady if you want the fancy talk, but Robin is alright, Bard Eds,” she winks.
Eddie gaps, as in Lady Robin who is being presented to the Starcourt ball?!”
Robin makes a disgusted face, “Unfortunately. Wish I can skip all that nonsense, but duty calls and have to pick my battles.”
Then she turns pensive, “I have heard you are in need of a court to stay.”
Eddie gives Chrissy a look of betrayal.
“Oh you changed your mind?” Chrissy bites her lip.
“No,” Eddie sighs, “I kind of thinking of one court to apply.”
“Nope! You cannot have my soul brother’s,” Robin pulls out a fan.
Eddie opens his mouth to protest only to blink at the unfurled fan at his face.
“Unless you want to cause stress on yourself and Dingus with the whole Lord marrying his court bard. Bad work relationship.”
“How about I think about it,” Eddie crosses his arms.
Robin shrugs, “When you reach to your lodgings, you’ll find an invitation to the pre-celebration of the competition.”
She picks ups Chrissy’s hand and kissed her knuckles.
“Until tonight, Princess Chrissy,” Robin winks and leaves a blushing Chrissy and a shocked Eddie.
Chrissy beams at Eddie, “Only nobles or those who are invited by them can go!”
“I don’t know, I still need to work on my songs—”
“I bet you’ll find your muse there!” Chrissy winks.
Eddie whips his head at her, “I still didn’t tell you what happened yet!”
“Someone in love knows what to look for,” Chrissy pats Eddie’s shoulders.
“Dammit,” Eddie sighs, mentally going through his wardrobe.
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“Fancy meeting you here, milord,” a voice sing song behind him.
Steve turns around, happy for an excuse to escape the other lords trying to be friendly after giving him low payments for helping in their monster problems. Also if it is who he think it is, he will never not listen to the voice.
“Eds,” Steve smiles at him.
The whole month together, figuring out the monster’s weaknesses and Eddie getting the gossip of the castle of the knights’ disregard of their duties, got them close. That last night was just an accumulation of lingering touches and sneaking looks of lust and growing love.
They both wanted the town to no longer be afraid.
And they succeeded.
Steve let the monster rest in peace after being created and mistreated by the knights. While Eddie played night after night of hope and bravery. To days where they will be safe.
And of course the stripped title knights tried.
Everything happened fast and before Steve knew, he was a lord of the town he grown to love. From the youngest children who called themselves the party. To the single mother and the only knight who tried to do his duty only for his own men betray him.
Eddie and himself joined the bet when those two will get together.
Steve pulls Eddie into the dancefloor.
“So forward,” Eddie whispers into Steve’s ear. Steve’s face burns, but his smile only grows.
“I actually expected you weeks from now,” Steve whispers. He spins Eddie who laughs.
“As well as I, but your soul sister insisted.”
Steve groans. He should’ve known her escapes to see the lovely bard, included to find his bard.
“She is a force to be reckoned with.”
“I do not mind, if it means to see upon the face that I still do not believe is real.”
Eddie cups Steve’s cheek. Steve moves slowly to kiss Eddie’s palm.
“Would you—?” Steve isn’t sure he can ask Eddie. He is a wandering bard.
But he has to ask.
Right?
Eddie waits patiently, swaying to the song. The lyre player’s voice raises, speaking of risking for love.
“To try and not regret/If its meant to be, will be/If not…oh give me strength. For I lost my heart—!”
“I love you Eddie, wish to gaze upon your face last before I rest and the first when I awake.”
Eddie leans his forehead against Steve’s, “Lets enjoy this dance, Chrissy worked hard on that song, you know.”
“Oh give me strength, for I am weak! In the end I want you to be happy, my love~!”
Steve’s heart started to shatter, but Eddie smiles, “I have options lined up for me I must ponder, but I do know for a fact, I want to be with you, Sir Stevie.”
For the third prompt: "Road Trip" for the Get Lucky Card from @steddiebingo.
CW: Frustration and Stress from being stuck in unexpected traffic, implied drug use
Summary: On a long road trip to drop off Robin at the university, Steve, Eddie and Robin get caught up in traffic what should have been 5 minutes to hours. Fortunately the trio aren't bored. Or Unfortunately?
“Uh oh,” Robin whispers.
Steve takes in a deep breath, tightening his hold on the steering wheel, “Rob?”
“So,” the paper map wrinkles next to him, “I think we just missed our last stop for the next hour.”
Steve focuses on the other cars rushing by.
“NOOOOOO!” Eddie screams from the back, until there was a crash in the backseat leading to muffling Eddie’s despair.
“Hey! That's my stuff you’re messing around!” Robin twists from her seat and slaps Eddie with the crumbled up map.
“Don’t make me turn this car around!” Steve shouts. He cannot tug Robin back to her seat because right then many cars are entering the highway into his lane.
“I sure hope–OW! — I need to pee!” Eddie shouts.
“Should've gone on the last stop!” Robin responds.
The slapping between Eddie and Robin increases and Steve is annoyed, tired and just done. It didn't help when the sun reflecting on the cars got to his eyes. And now his headache is threatening to become a migraine.
Best not risk it, so Steve drives on the side of the road to park.
He couldn’t enjoy the sudden silence when he had to close his eyes tightly. A soft curse behind him was the only warning before someone slowly put something over his head.
For a moment voices said something softly before it’s replaced by clothes being slapped, leaving only the running engine of the car.
Each heartbeat pierces through Steve’s head. A cold bottle touches his cheek. He opens his bleary eyes. He A blurry image of a bottle lazily reaches the given bottle and stretches his free hand for the aspirin to be dropped in.
After a long while, Eddie whispers, “Stevie, best you switch.”
“...fine,” Steve sighs. He promised to trust Eddie and not push through the pain. Then he only remembers snapshots: Eddie guiding him out of the car, door closing behind him and a seat belt clicking. A shirt was caught in the window next to his head, blocking the sun for sure.
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Eddie eyes Steve, who curls up his seat and goes to sleep.
“I hate it when he gets like this,” Robin who was fidgeting in her seat.
“Not going to say don’t worry, but I can give you my utmost sacred oath, I will watch over him,” Eddie looks at Robin. She gives him a shaky smile.
“Swear on Dustin’s mom?”
“Of course,” He returns his attention to the car. Gas is three quarters full, the A/C is running, and mirrors in position.
“Thanks,” Robin opens the map.
“Let me see your map,” Eddie turns around, giving gimme hands, “Need to know how far we need to go, since I have to hold in my pee.”
Robin gives him a bottle. He stares at it then Robin's wide smile, holding back her laughter. He stares at her. Just as he opens his mouth, Steve grumbles next to him.
They both freeze for a minute. After a couple of cars pass them by, Steve’s breath deepens. Eddie and Robin sigh in relief.
“Give me the stupid map,” Eddie growls. Robin gives him the map and the bottle.
Placing the empty bottle between his legs, Eddie carefully stretches the map. He frowns. The map is moved closer to his face, and still sees no difference from when he first saw the map.
"Robin…why did you choose the longest route to your university?”
“What?!" Robin gasps, off-beat and too loudly.
“M’faul’,” Steve grumbles. Eddie tugs up the extra shirt over Steve’s eyes.
Steve lazily slaps his hands.
“Knew Robin didn’t…want to leave yet…”
Robin looks down. She picks on the loose thread of her worn flannel tied around her waist.
“You didn’t have to…”
“But I’ll miss you even though–” Steve freezes.
A speeding car goes by.
“Steve…?” Eddie asks, not bothering to pull up the shirt.
Steve eyes Eddie and raises an eyebrow.
Eddie frowns, mouthing what.
Steve jerks his head toward Robin.
Eddie looks between Steve and Robin until he gasps. He nods so hard; the car began to shake. Or it could have been a couple of cars rushing by, too fast for comfort.
“You are already talking in code just…just like we do Dingus!!!” Robin beams at him. Eddie frowns. Not the response he was expecting.
“R’bn,” Steve whines. Robin only lets out one apology before covering her mouth with both hands. Steve eyes Robin suspiciously. He slowly turns to Eddie before giving him an equally slow nod.
“Robin…just wait for us. Hold out one semester, then you will able to visit you every day,” Eddie looks at the map again, “Given that we are moving to the same city as you.”
Robin snaps to Steve’s bashful smile then at the rear mirror meeting Eddie’s nervous look.
“How?” she chokes out.
“We have been saving money like crazy,” Eddie explains.
At Steve’s groan, Eddie laughs, “The brats were not happy from the snack and ride cut downs we had to do. Fortunately Dustin stepped it up and became their personal driver.”
Robin blinks at them for a long moment. Just as Steve and Eddie drop their smiles, Robin somehow screams with her mouth closed–thankfully– and grabs both of them. She cries and laughs, tightening her hold.
“...definitely, the sooner we go, the faster you guys can get ready to join me,” Robin shifts in her seat, barely holding the urge to jump up and down in the car.
“...after you go pee in the bushes,” Steve chuckles, pointing at the bottle Robin gave him.
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“Glad you peed,” Steve comments, staring ahead.
Eddie slides down his seat and groans loudly, “Glad it was a small headache after all.”
Robin leans between the seats and stares along with Eddie and Steve.
In front of them is a long line of cars, not moving. Apparently by the rushing emergency vehicles, there is a car crash or something. When the vehicles passed through the shoulder, Steve’s car was already back in the road.
Except it stopped moving for an hour.
“Well, good thing I have some board games,” Robin said.
“What? Counting how many red cars we see isn’t fun enough?” Steve jokes before taking another sip of his bottle of water.
Not to be confused with the one Eddie threw into the trunk of the car before he went to take care of business in the forestry next to the shoulder Steve parked earlier.
“Depends what kind of games,” Eddie narrows his eyes. She pulls out monopoly.
“NO!”
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“Who ate my brownies?” Eddie grumbles.
“Bownie, Bowie, oh!” Robin giggles, “Steve, Dingus, you told him? That cycle thing?”
Steve blushes, “You shouldn’t have eaten Eddie’s special brownies, Rob.”
“No wait, what is this cycle thing?” Eddie smirks at Steve. Robin hums, waiting for Steve.
“Yes, Rob, I told him about the…bicycle thing.”
“You did?” Eddie mentally goes through all the funny anecdotes he hoarded about Steve.
“Ste, Steph, Stebbie, Stevie,” Robin pats the middle space between Steve and Eddie, “If he doesn’t know, how will he…”
Robin leans over, eyes wide at Eddie before whispering loudly, “He won’t know about your disgusting non-straight crush on his raccoon ass.”
“Wait…is she saying bicycle?”
Robin crackles, “Can I tell him, tell him? Pretty please with a butterscotch on top?”
Robin blinks each eye and Steve groans into this hands.
“Ok, ok!” She slaps Eddie’s chest, “So, so, when we looking info for you know, Dorothy things.”
Eddie moving the car slowly forward. Finally after two hours and a half!
“Edmund listen!”
“Robin, you ate my brownies!”
“Anyways, Steve said, said, super excited he’s a bicycle.”
“Were you drunk?” Eddie leans back from Steve’s grab, tricky in a small car.
“I got too excited and mixed my words, I meant bisexual.”
“Aww!” Eddie leans over to kiss Steve. He flicks off the car next to them when they press their horn at them.
“At least we don’t have teenagers making out in the back,” Robin grumbles. Her voice trails off and snores began.
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The car starts to move to school zone speed.
“You knew she would eat them,” Steve comments, not looking at the map. They really were near the exit. He must have taken a wrong turn after the last gas station stop. He seriously thought he had told Eddie about the detour.
Steve sighs. That morning they did left late, so there was no time for any updates.
“I’m sorry.”
“What? For what?” Eddie gave a quick look at Steve.
“I thought I did told you, but then I forgot,” Steve smooths the map.
Eddie hums, “I mean, yeah, would have been nice to know.”
They pass a highway sign stating the nearest exit is half a mile away.
“But I also know how much you miss Robin and I will never take you away from her,” Eddie grins, “Besides you’re a package deal and I love Robin like a sister in law.”
“Love you too, Dingus Two,” Robin mumbles and goes back to snoring.
“Hell yeah! I got a nickname,” Eddie wiggles in his seat.
The exit appears and now only a couple of streets before they reach Robin’s college dorms.
Steve startles at something touching his left hand. Eddie’s eyes are focused in merging into the service road, but his right hand is brushing his.
As the speed of the car slows, Robin wakes up, groggily.
All the while, Steve holds onto Eddie’s hand.
He isn’t going to be alone when Robin leaves. Eddie will be there.
Get Lucky Prompt: Saint
Steddie Bingo Prompt: Keep on Loving you
Hello everyone!!
Here's another prompt: "Saint" for the Get Lucky Card and one for the main Steddie Bingo prompt: "Keep on Loving You" from @steddiebingo.
Toward the end, there is italized text that are lyrics for the song from REO Speedwagon.
CW: Demon Steve Harrington, bullying, implied sex content (no smut though)
Summary: Steve can't take a breather from the shenanigans of his brats and where in the world is Eddie?! He really has to do everything himself, even with the recent "condition"?
Steve runs after Max, both carrying their nailed bats through the empty Hawkins High School hallway. With his free hand, Steve slams the gym doors open.
Before them is Dustin wrapping his arm around Lucas with Mike before them, snarling.
“Take it back! You trash, picking on your own size!”
Mike is being blocked from attacking a couple of letterman jacket wearing students by two other students wearing the Hellfire club shirts.
“Guard them while I have a little talk,” Steve whispers.
Max huffs, “Fine, go have the fun job, next time I’m having the violent talk.”
Steve nods, “Of course.”
Then loudly shouts, “Hey, you little green jacket fishes!”
The green letterman jacket wearing students turn. One brightens up.
“Harrington! Back to give some advice?” Steve takes a moment and realizes its Jason Carver.
Carver who always asked for tips from basketball and being popular. Back then, Steve only half-heartedly humored him. When Steve was kicked out of the basketball team, thanks Hargrove and rest in peace or whatever, Carver was also one of many who ignored him.
“These nerds are encroaching our territory and that freshman thinks he can play with more experienced players,” scoffs another letterman jacket student.
“Really?” Steve raises his eyebrow. The gym mostly silences when Steve twirls his nailed bat.
Although naturally he can hear angry whispers from his kids. He gives a slight nod at the resigned two older Hellfire members. Huh, where the third one could be?
“What about me? You think I am not good? Despite my lost position? Not what you said or more like beg, hoping for any tips to score a three pointer.”
Carver’s wide smile shrinks as a frown forms, “I never said you were bad, Harrington. It is a shame Hargrove left Hawkins and abandoned the basketball team. I know you have trained constantly, right McKinney.”
A silent member who is slightly away from Carver turns with a furrowed brow, “Of course, captain, but–”
“There you have it,” Carver puffs up his chest, cutting off his teammate, “I have been meaning to apologize for my atrocious attitude and I am grateful life does find a way for me to make amends.”
Steve hums, making another spin, the jacket wearing students follow the bat’s movements.
Carver on the other hand, stays put, giving Steve a wide smile.
Steve makes a couple of practice swings, air whistling through the nails.
“One of the good things of being away from school bullshit,” Steve makes a cutting swing before stopping in front of Carver’s face, “I've learned the beauty of picking your battles and being patient like a saint. Life out there is harsh and more unforgiving than within these walls.”
Casually, Steve places his bat on his shoulder, “Those shitheads are obnoxious, annoying, and love to lord over their genius. More often than not they get into the worst situations that can kill them.”
A large step forward has most of the letter jackets jump back.
Although this time Carver only leans back. Only one more push away for him to crack.
Steve sneers at his face, “But they are my kids, under my protection, be it to teach Sinclair basketball who has more talent than you whole unloyal, lazy, bullying who will peak in high school brats like you.”
Carver steps forward, only to freeze at the sudden swing of the nailed bat.
Said bat stops just a slight, tender touch on Carver’s cheek.
Steve leans forward to whisper sharply to Carver’s ear, “I have seen things . Things you will freeze and cry for a second before it will devour you .”
“Summoned a couple of demons?” Carver shakily scoffs.
Steve slowly puts down the nailed bat. He looks behind Carver before letting a dark smirk grow.
“I begged for a delivery from up high!” A voice booms.
The letterman jacket crew turn to see Eddie leaning against the outside doors of the gym.
Eddie stalks across the gym with the missing third Hellfire club member.
“Instead of a saint, I get a bat wielding demon who will stain his hands to protect those under him.”
By the time Steve leans away from Carver, Eddie wraps his arm around Steve’s shoulders.
“The only saintly thing I have is patience dealing with you and the brats,” Steve scoffs. He turns to what he now understands being the basketball team. Shame really. The team has potential.
“You’re still here?” Steve’s voice changed, echoing loudly in the gym.
Around him, shadows grow longer and the air stills.
Carver eyes Steve with suspicion, only to have a shiver go through his whole body. The second letterman jacket student grumbles something about someone walking over his grave.
McKinney’s shoulder drop, “Captain, I need to get home before curfew.”
Shaking his head, Carver nods, “Of course, we cannot be a player down if we can help it.”
With one last look, Carver and his team left.
Steve ignores the slow descent of Eddie’s hand to his back pocket.
When the doors slam shut, the stillness fades away.
“You come here often, sweetheart?”
“Just because I came upon my demon inheritance, doesn’t mean your little puns are appreciated especially when crazy ones like Carver,” Steve huffs.
Eddie laughs and whispers, “Yet you love it.”
In response, Steve pushes Eddie away lightly.
“So you now set the stage to spooky stuff.”
“I still don’t like being part of your experiments like that Dustin,” Lucas sighs.
Max whips her head between Lucas and Dustin, “You orchestrated this?!”
Mike groans, “Are you serious? I thought for sure Lucas lost his mind joining the bullies.”
“Actually I did want to join, but I did push Carver too far,” Lucas sheepishly smiles.
Steve growls and picks up Lucas and Dustin.
“Black smoke, possibility of fire powers…hopefully El can give some pointers…” Dustin mutters to himself, unfazed. Lucas just looks pitiful.
Steve lets out a long sigh and turns to Eddie, “You supposed to be watching them during school time.”
“I forgot something in the drama room,” Eddie shrugs. Then turns to the bickering younger teens and no longer in Steve’s strong grip.
“You could have been hurt or worse shut down the DnD club with that stunt!”
Everyone looks at him wide eyed. Except Steve and Max, who never had much care for the game.
When Eddie turns back to Steve with a leer, he blinks, “Uh, Stevie? Where’s your bat?”
The nailed bat is no longer in Steve’s grip. He shrugs, “Probably return with its owner, Robin.”
“I still think the truth serum was a super-human serum like Captain America.”
“I wonder what you would look like in an American banner, Steve, ” Eddie leers. Steve blushing, covering his mouth.
“Well time to go, don’t want to see mom and dad getting it on,” Max pushes the boys to move.
Jeff asks, “Who needs a ride?”
Everyone quickly follows him when the gym room’s temperature suddenly rises.
“Don’t melt the gym!” Lucas shouts as everyone run through the doors. He drags Dustin who returns, holding a thermometer.
“No! I need to know how high it would go!”
Once everyone left, Eddie nips Steve’s ear.
“Eddie, you still owe me that dinner,” Steve groans out, feeling hotter by the minute.
“Some steak and BBQ will be nice,” huffs Eddie.
Just as Eddie reaches into Steve’s pants, a crackle freezes them.
Inside the trash can lights up. They walk to it and see a small fire, thankfully shrinking.
Steve drops his head on Eddie’s shoulder, “I’m kind of scared of burning down your trailer if this happens when I get too heated up.”
Eddie snickers, as he rubs Steve’s back, “Take out then? A nice picnic at Lover’s Lake?”
“Only picnic?”
“Of course.”
Eddie’s metal rings rubbing his face, helping Steve to cool down.
Once cooled down enough, they made their way out of the high school. They made the walk to Eddie’s van since Steve’s car is still in the shop.
Just this once though, Eddie drives the van so carefully. Steve, exhausted, hums to himself through the drive-thru and awakens at the soft music playing in the van.
When Eddie tugs him to move, Steve fights to open his heavy lidded eyes. There was barely enough energy to lie down with Eddie at the back of the van.
“Sleep or eat first, my demonic boyfriend,” Eddie whispers.
Steve grumbles, but opens his mouth. He ignores Eddie’s snickers and focuses on biting the greasy burger.
One of these days, Steve will get the handle of his new powers and now fall asleep at each accidently use of them.
For now, he will just cuddle his boyfriend who still loves him despite the burdens he drops on Eddie.
“ —meant, every word I said ,” Eddie sings softly along the tape, “ When I said that I love you, I meant that I love you forever~”
His voice, overpowering Steve’s self-deprecation voice a word at a time, Steve listens as sleep overcomes him, “And I’m gonna keep on loving you ~”
Steve will finish the burger after a nice nap with a loving singing boyfriend.
The cold breeze didn’t bother the toasty warm couple in the van.
Whoo! Here I go trying out the banners again. Here's the prompt, "The Hideout" for the Get Lucky Card from @steddiebingo.
I got carried away when I made OCs, so heads up for that. Also broke a personal record of writing a fic with little dialogue.
Summary: After so many years, Eddie and his band play once again in The Hideout. The small old bar changed just as Eddie has. Steve POV.
“Hello Hideout! Where once we hid and now we're out!!” Eddie shouts into the microphone on stage.
Steve closes his eyes. Despite the earplugs, the walls and floor shake around him.
The Hideout had renovations over the years and that includes the expansion of the ground floor as well as the added stories. The small time bar is not quite the level as the large stadiums and convention centers in major cities, Steve have been over the last 3 years. It is no surprise the Hideout barely is enough to hold all the fans from around the world to see the Corroded Coffin play where they had their first large crowd, ten years ago.
Some of his kids who are adults, such as Will and Mike got quick enough to get their tickets before the inside show portion sold out. Whereas Dustin and his wife Suzie, for once not managing the Audio/Visual equipment are set up in the VIP area.
As for the others like Lucas, Erica, Max and El, who wouldn't arrive on time for the interior show, chose the outside options. Outside showings consist of multiple large screens, projecting the chaos of the inside of the building. There are areas with low lighting for the fans who cannot be near flashing lights as well as accessible for everyone.
The show began with a new band as the opener. Steve can’t seem to remember their band name, but he got to know the 4 member band.
The multi-colored haired singer and guitarist, Amari, can pitch and drop their voice with a flip of a switch. They are focused when time to listen to instructions, but goes off messing around off stage. When they aren’t making trouble, they are found with Eddie, talking softly with bittersweet smiles.
The guitarists are played by young twin women, just slightly older than Erica, with amazing coordinated outfits that match their elaborate hairstyles. The twins, Ollie and Sophie always have a fit that sets the mood with their interaction. So confident and blunt without being cruel. Sophie is always speaking with the wardrobe crew whereas Ollie with the makeup, exchanging tips or gossiping about the latest trends.
Their drummer, who is a very tall guy, named George or “G” by friends, is so quiet and jump scares everyone during rehearsal. His playing is out there that has Gareth speechless. He is great in cooking and both he and Steve paired up to bake desserts for everyone with a large cake on the last day of rehearsal.
Now they see the results of all the practice and long nights. The crowd is invigorated by the end of the first set of the new band. Eddie was able to sneak off to give a quick kiss to Steve and watch most of the opening set. They both cheered and sang along the songs of the new band.
Before Eddie went off to get ready for his time on stage, he gives Steve a pair of earplugs. Once he disappears into the dressing room, Steve rushes off to find Dustin who was taking care of a special article of clothing he had been meaning to show off to Eddie.
Ignoring Dustin’s fake vomiting, Steve slides on The Vest. The one he found recently after finally clearing out the last box to their new house close to Indianapolis.
Steve barely made it to the introduction of Corroded Coffin. Joining him is Amari, who is bouncing from their toes. They smile widely as Eddie growls into the microphone. Once again thankful of his earplugs, Amari sings loudly along the classic Corroded Coffin songs.
After a couple of songs, they are joined by the rest of the Amari’s band. The twin young women have managed to tame their hair as they can with the amount of products in their hair and are now wearing looser clothes. They headbang when a drum off began during the solos.
There must have been an intermission to set up the second drum set.
Steve laughs at Eddie jumping up and down, excited at finally meeting the special guest that only Gareth, Grant and Jeff knew.
Ronnie, who was a member of the band long before Steve got together with Eddie and his inspiration to not let a small town get him down, headbang her head during her turn of the drum-off against Gareth.
It’s an intense drum battle that Steve does not know the names of the techniques with the speed they are going. What he can see is Gareth’s quick elaborate drumming against the steady increase with sudden flares on beat from Ronnie’s until they both merge into a set up to a song that has Jeff and Grant excited.
Steve closes his eyes, listening to the cheers and laughter piercing through his earplugs.
So many years of physical therapy paid off. Eddie is able to move for longer periods on stage. The support Eddie gave in return when Steve went back to school to teach and coach middle school students.
Now Eddie is playing wilder than ever, shouting the heavens. So proud to show off his scars, proving the world and showing Steve there is no shame in something that is part of you.
When Eddie’s eyes met Steve’s, Eddie’s smiles grew.
I survived.
I lived.
I am here.
Yet his eyes always return to Steve’s. The warmth and the bond between them is strong as ever. When Eddie’s eyes brighten more than he thought it was possible, Steve knew he realized Steve is wearing The Vest.
The lights shifted and Eddie, without losing the bright smile, unbothered by the scar running across his cheek, shouts to the crowd.
“This is the last set tonight!! Thank you everyone and let’s just say Up yours, Hawkins!”
Eddie makes throws some demon horn signals. With that the curtains slide close before the lights of the venue slowly brighten up.
Steve rushes toward Eddie, who easily picks up Steve. They kiss, laughing in between breaths. Somehow, Steve ends up without his earplugs and hears how everyone is congratulating each other.
“This is so much better than the Upside Down!”
“Definitely,” Steve presses his forehead against Eddie’s, “There is less blood and more happy screaming.”
“Augh!” Ronnie rolls her eyes, but her smile doesn’t fade, “You just disgustingly cute. Is the Upside Down one of the places you played where you had your illegal husband tear a bat’s head off?”
Amari shouts, “What?! When was this?!”
Steve raises his eyebrow at Eddie who sheepishly smiles, “It’s what we call the Hawkins's Earthquake incident.”
“That explains a couple of things,” comments G.
The rest of the Party crashes inside and joins the closing festivities with a surprised spread from G and Steve.
"Happy 10 years of Corroded Coffin, Eds," Steve whispers to Eddie. Arms wrapped around Steve tightens up.
"Thank you for being with me, Stevie," Eddie kisses Steve.
Another fic of Hades — Thanatos/ Zagreus for Year of the OTP Event. Enjoy!
Once again, thank you @yearoftheotpevent for the prompts!
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CW: Hades game spoilers, some language
Summary: Thanatos is finally enjoying his break with no guilt of being lazy. A snack and the sight of his lover? Will take a break again!
Thanatos is exhausted.
Since the Queen's return, there have been so many changes in the House of Hades.
Although technically one could say it began when Prince Zagreus ran away: exposing many weak points for escape, hyping up Elysium coliseum, resolving misunderstandings and improving the overall state of the Underworld.
Currently Thanatos is enjoying a longer break from his duties due to a couple of shades (depending on their judgement for trustworthiness) taking part of straining load from before the changes.
The downside is that once those who rarely took breaks are feeling how exhausting the situation was previously.
The Styx is audible over the lack of Cerberus snores, who go off to guard the door when Zagreus is two chambers away from Theseus and Asterius fight.
Thanatos can finally breathe.
So Thanatos takes a seat on his table, overlooking the Styx.
There is a warm treat before him, probably courtesy from Dusa. The gorgon head has been learning to be sneakier as of late.
But the message frosted over the dark chocolate small cake is all Zagreus. Written inside a heart shape is a shaky “Than”.
He chuckles, taking a bite. The door across the hall slams open. Lord Hades stomping out with the Queen shouting something about cloaks.
A growing soft look falls on the Lord's face when he turns to the Queen.
Thanatos quickly looks away and focuses on eating his treat, staring at the small waves of the Styx.
Just as he finishes the last bite, a familiar shiver goes through him. He stays seated.
A loud groan and a short, bright laugh echoes throughout the house.
“Goodness Hades, use one of the nice towels our son provided before you leave more work for Dusa.”
“Oh, no worries, your highness! It's my greatest honor!” squeaks out Dusa.
Lord Hades' response becomes faint as Thanatos leans back in his chair and dozes for a bit.
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A loud snore wakes him up.
His eyes open to the sight of someone sleeping with his head down on his table.
One arm serves as a pillow and the other is stretched out toward Thanatos.
The House is once again silent in exception to the low booming of Lord Hades giving out punishments around the corner.
He blinks at the grey something with a small gold glint in the Prince’s curled arm.
Hand propping his chin, Thanatos’s small smile appears at the sight of Mort, the Companion given to Zagreus so long ago.
“...Than…” Zagreus grumbles into the mouse-like companion.
Thanatos slowly chuckles. His hand enclosed metal claw moves above Zagreus' head.
When the latter lets out another loud snore, Thanatos switches from patting to a flick on the forehead.
“GWAH!” Zagreus sits up and clutches his face.
“Welcome to the land of the dead, your highness.”
The Prince pouts then glares at the chuckle down the hall. They are met by an amused Achilles, who cheerfully waves at them.
Zagreus groans, hiding his red face in Mort, “Glad to finally see him being playful, but at what bloody cost.”
“I for one am grateful for your bleeding heart, that you paid literally and figuratively.”
Mort the Companion squeaks gravelly in agreement.
“I am very pleased you are grateful Than,” Zagreus begins, patting the companion on the head.
“The Lounge chef chatter about this mortal who can create many structures and wild creatures, all in chocolate. How passionate the mortal is making them. It made me think of you. How dedicated to your job you are.”
Thanatos slips a small smile before freezing, “Did you bake the whole dessert?”
Zagreus nods and gives the other a half-lidded look, “I am someone with many talents.”
Thanatos opens his mouth to mock scoff, when he feels a pull. Zagreus sighs, leaning back to his chair.
“I shall see you later when our breaks line up again.”
He leans down and kisses Zagreus' forehead. When Thanatos leans back, the bright grin from the other gets to Thanatos.
Naturally Thanatos peppers Zagreus with kisses all over his face. Somehow the Prince's smile grew in affection.
“I will keep the echoes of your mirth until then.”
Zagreus flustered, waves at him as well as the companion squeaks a farewell.
The bell tolls, teleporting Thanatos toward the first reaping of the day or night.
Just before leaving the House, the Queen coos down the hall.
a bit over 24 hours until sign ups close for 2025's big bang, so please come join us!! it's our biggest year yet and if you sign up now...well you might be lucky 200
This is for an event I just found weeks ago, Year of the OTP Event and instantly knew what romantic ship I will use for the year.
So prepare yourselves, I have chosen:
Hades — Thanatos/ Zagreus
Thank you @yearoftheotpevent for the prompts!
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CW: Hades game spoilers.
Summary:
The feast brought such merriment and cheer in the dreary House of Hades, accepting many guests inside. Thanatos is just enjoying the night and more so with Zagreus involved.
Thanatos stares at the chariot wreck of Ares flirty so hard at his mother Nyx.
Thank goodness his mother isn’t looking for someone to spend the next millennium with. Especially someone who has lately increased his workload. Sure he isn’t alone, but Thanatos would like some respite.
Nyx nods coldly, only show a hint of regret when Ares puffs up, probably believing he has a chance. It is only when her frown appears does the god of war’s smile stiffens.
“Hiya Ares, sir!!” Hypnos cuts in. He floats around the surprised Ares.
“Have you met the two champions of Elysium?”
“I don't believe I have,” Ares turns back to Nyx, only to see her off with Artemis and Achilles. He tries to follow, but Hypnos tugs him over to the other side of the House.
“Master Asterius! And his partner in arms guy! Lookie who I have~!”
Begrudgingly, Ares follows Hypnos toward the champions who are surrounded by the House’s shades.
They must be hearing some story that egomaniac Theseus made up or heavily embellishes.
Thanatos takes another sip.
“Ghhhhrrrrrrr,” Charon comments. Thanatos whips his head and sees Zagreus shaking wildly at Orpheus’ and Eurydice's hands.
The God of blood turns around and quickly beams when his eyes meet his own.
Charon laughs, “Ghaaaaaaah.”
“Speak for yourself,” Thanatos grumbles behind his glass, hiding his growing smile.
His grin becomes harder to tame when Zagreus tugs Hermes’ bag, pulling its owner.
With another hand waving and whatever Zagreus said, Hermes nods. They smirk at each other before dashing through the Gods of Olympus and shades.
In no time at all, Thanatos finds himself catching Prince Zagreus in his arms.
Next to them, Hermes sneaks a cheek kiss on Charon.
“Hi!”
“Greetings, Zagreus.”
The returning beaming smile is so much more potent than any Pom of power.
“I have an important request,” Zagreus begins.
“Do tell,” Thanatos nods, for once not letting go of the prince despite being in such a public space.
“I have asked our residential musicians if they can pass along the device that sings without them singing so we could dance to a lovely tune…”
Zagreus' trails off at whatever face Thanatos made.
“I don't dance.”
Zagreus squints at him, “As in not at all or don't know? Because there is no shame if it is the latter.”
He points at Theseus, “There isn't any music and yet he is dancing…pretty bad actually. Huh, Asterius isn't too bad.”
Orpheus plugs their harp loudly, silencing the festive hall.
“Let the merriment reach greater heights!” Dionysus sways, lifting his chalice, “or dragged deeper than Tartarus!”
Zagreus snickers, “Cousin Dionysus and I made sure to increase the potency of the wine, to loosen the guests, including Father.”
“Zagreus!” Thanatos lets go of Zagreus, to stare at his grasped half-filled chalice then at the Lord and Master of Hades House. The usual frown on Lord Hades is barely seen as the Queen laughs at his side.
“It was Mother's idea and Nyx even approved.”
The music picks up and everyone begins to choose their partners, while some stay at the outskirts such as Dusa bobbing in place next to a relaxed Meg.
“So what do you say?”
Thanatos turns to Zagreus bowing, face looking down, letting Thanatos breath for a moment.
“May I have this dance?”
The calloused, strong hand reaches out to Thanatos, patiently waiting for his response.
Merriment and laughter fills the usual quiet dreary halls. Everyone is focused on Theseus wild movements, surrounded by amused Gods or exasperation such as Lord Hades.
“You may, Zagreus.”
Excited, Zagreus looks up and pulls Thanatos through the hall, past the lodge and his bedroom. They stop in front of the Queen's garden.
The garden door's creaks open after a slight glow from Zagreus' hand presses against it.
The plants are brighter than he remembers as a child before the Queen left. It's grander and new fruits are growing on the vines on the walls.
Walking through deeper into the garden, the celebration’s live music becomes fainter.
Thanatos' shoulders loosened; unaware how high they had risen. He looks back at Zagreus who is staring at him with a soft smile, “What?”
Zagreus' green and red eyes glinted by the torches on the walls at him, lifts their still clasped hands to kiss his knuckles. “Last words.”
Before Thanatos can ask once again, a different music piece begins.
Zagreus places his free hand on his shoulder. Seeing Zagreus isn't going to elaborate for now, Thanatos places his own free hand on the other's waist.
When the music picks up, Zagreus tightens his grip on Thanatos’ hand.
The music…
It's similar to what Thanatos hears in the House when he couldn't bear seeking Zagreus, who was making his escape attempts.
Swaying back and forth.
Zagreus dared to leave without so much a goodbye despite the growing something between them.
He spins Zagreus, who crackles in delight.
Lord Hades gave him a mission and Thanatos couldn't resist to help. Not after hearing Zagreus out.
Then he is gifted by the other's spoils.
And called by Mort.
How could he resist in the end?
Yes, their love is acknowledged too soon on Thanatos’ end and too late on Zagreus' side.
Yet, time and time again, just like the determination of Zagreus to reach the surface despite failing so many times, he heard and listened to Thanatos.
Zagreus gave him space.
But if there is anything from the souls he reaped.
Is to try again before it's too late. And if Zagreus tries, so would he.
So they dance.
And what a gift to clasp these warm hands within his own.
A burning fire to his deathly cold.
Thanatos floats higher, raising also Zagreus, who now longer makes a burning path under his flamed feet.
Chuckling in delight, Zagreus presses his forehead against Thanatos chest.
“Thank you for giving me another chance, Than.”
He hums in response before dropping a kiss on Zagreus' head.
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The two lovers dance in comfortable silence as the music plays on for the rest of the day or night away.
