4 Works by singingcodfish
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Charon woke to his name, just a whisper breathed into the dark.
He blinked, eyes adjusting to the dim glow of the streetlight slipping through the blinds. Hermes was curled beside him, hair a mess across the pillow, one arm thrown loosely over Charon’s chest and their legs tangled together. His mouth was parted, breath shallow, brow faintly furrowed like he was having a nightmare.
Aka: Hermes has a wet dream
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All the kinds of alive you can be by singingcodfish for Ara_Vitus
Fandoms: Hades (Supergiant Games Video Games)
23 Dec 2025
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“Hi!” he blurted. “Hello. Sir. Ferryman. Uh– Charon. Can I call you Charon?”
The souls clustered behind him, looking like they might scatter if someone so much as breathed wrong. Hermes felt only marginally braver than they did.
He straightened, cleared his throat, and held his caduceus like it might make him seem more godly and powerful rather than making him look like a teenager with a fancy walking stick. “I’m Hermes! New psychopomp. First official run bringing souls down from the surface. Thought it’d be nice to drop by, introduce myself, do everything correctly, all that.”
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Take my day, but give me the night by singingcodfish
Fandoms: Hades (Supergiant Games Video Games)
22 Dec 2025
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“Planet’s getting louder,” Hermes murmured after a while. The unstable planet had been groaning all evening, tectonic plates grinding like something trying to wake up beneath them. “Like it knows it’s running out of time.”
Charon made a low sound in response, but it was reply enough.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “Strangely nice.”
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Hermes is a Sygian that ran into trouble on his Sinder and met Charon on a collapsing planet he thought was abandoned. They've been hiding out together ever since.Title is a quote from The Vanished Birds by Simon Jimenez
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Between the ones who share your name by singingcodfish
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
17 Dec 2024
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Of course it comes now. Not five years ago when Danny died and his family shattered like glass, sharp edges catching on everything that Tim tried to hold. Not four years ago when he would’ve crawled through that broken glass to hear from them, when he’d been desperate enough to actually hope. Not two years ago when he screamed into the void, choking on grief and rage.
No. It came now. When Tim had already spent every last ounce of himself learning how to stop hoping. When he’d finally figured out how to exist in the wreckage they left behind- cold and quiet, as familiar as the ache that had never faded.
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After Danny died, Tim's family had blamed him. After all, he was the one who let him leave. After five years alone, picking up the pieces of his life, his parents reach out.
aka pure projection onto Tim