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My big brother (Hades 2)

Fandom: Hades 2 (game)
Ship: none
Oneshot/unfinished story: first chapter of a potential story
Synopsis:Hypnos wakes up in the crossroads and actually stays for a while because that's what should have happened. Also he and Moros are close.

There weren't many times Moros had 'time off' so to speak. As soon as he was old enough to take up his job, he was always busy. But there was one thing he always managed to make time for, even if it killed him, he'd make time for it. His little siblings. Not so much now they were all grown up and could take care of themselves, but when they were godlings. He was there at their births, as soon as his mother allowed him to come meet his new siblings. He found time between bringing doom and guarding his elder sisters to pay a visit to his younger ones, see how they were getting on as they grew up.

One wouldn't expect doom to be so soft, and he could be ruthless when he needed to be. But as doom, people feared him. They didn't understand him. Expect, of course, for his family. They too, most of them anyway, were also gods of 'dark' and 'scary' domains. They too, had a level of fear to their names. So they understood, they got it. As they all grew up, developed into themselves, some grew more distant. As is to be expected, sometimes siblings just don't really remain close once they're older. But some, he was still close with, despite not being able to see them as much.

The twins in particular, he had a great relationship with. He helped take care of them as godlings when he could, watched them grow into themselves, found their inseparable twin bond they had as godlings just the sweetest thing. As they grew up, Thanatos becoming more... self isolating and a workaholic, Hypnos staying his childish self, there was a rift between the twins. Moros could see both sides, he was doom after all. He and Thanatos had similar domains. He knew it was something that tended to pull you away for long periods. Wars, plauges, natrual disasters, they all had a lot of doom and death and dragged on for a long time. Not to mention the reputation you have as doom or death. You're feared, avoided, no one thinks you can be hurt. So he definitely understood why Thanatos was... well, Thanatos.

But he also felt for Hypnos. Hypnos was very unassuming to most people. Seen as a childish, lazy albeit cheery little (actually very tall now) thing. But sleep also came with nightmares, sleep paralysis, night terrors. Or the lack of sleep could cause devastating effects in people. And comas? A permanent sleep? That was almost akin to death, yet another parallel he had with his twin. But event though Hypnos COULD be incredibly powerful, cause untold devastation if he wanted to, he chose kindness. He chose to be gentle, sweet dreams, cosy naps and relaxing. And people seemed to take that kindness as weakness. He was definitely the odd one out of the family, the ray of light in a family of darkness. He was deeply misunderstood.

So when doom arrived at the crossroads, to find his baby brother not only without his twin but stuck in a coma..? Something inside him felt so incredibly off. This wasn't right. Hypnos needed his twin, Hypnos needed to be smiling and laughing like the godling he was. He needed to be napping, not eternally sleeping. He needed to wake up. But all Moros could do was wait. Wait until Melinoe figured something out.

In the meantime, he simply watched over his baby brother. Kept his long hair free of tangles, tidied the garden around him, sometimes talked to him in case he could hear it. His sisters didn't really understand why he bothered, Hypnos was asleep. It's not like he can respond or knows what he's doing right? Charon did seem to understand where Moros was coming from, although didn't seem to see much point in it.

Melinoe noticed after a while, finding Moros away from his post and milling around beside his sleeping brother.

"Were you two close?" She'd asked.

"When the twins were young, yes" he'd replied "I helped mother with them, twins are a handful. Especially gods"

He recalled those days fondly. Tiny hands grabbing at his horns, the two of them clinging to his arms while he lifted them both off their feet before they figured out floating. Godling death wanting long hair just like his cool brother, and sleep following suit. Carrying a bundle of blankets and godling to bed, even sneaking the two of them some treats after mother said no.