A/N: This one was a request – Silverwolf 12th September

Enjoy! Maybe it's rushed, but there's a lot of deities, and maybe this will span into an arc of its own. Who knows!

"Are you sure about this?" The voice made her pause for a moment, but she nodded her head and steeled herself.

"I spent sixteen years without a proper family, now I have the chance to meet the rest of them, I want to." Mal said firmly and the voice next to her sighed.

"Fine, I better get ready." Hades stood, shrugged off one ripped and tatty coat, and pulled on another, darker coat, with blue flames embroidered around the hem and a shimmer of magic in the fabric. "Coat's been dead since the barrier was closed, now that my loving daughter opened it once more, it's got its magic back."

"Right then." Mal now looked down at her own outfit. It was a more casual court dress, in a soft mauve shade but her father now looked more Godlike than she had ever seen him. She felt underdressed.

"Well let's go." Hades picked up his ember, threw it once in the air before his eyes shone blue and he drew a door outline with his stone. A door shimmered into being, and Mal took a deep breath.

"Should we knock first?" She murmured and Hades stared down at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

"You've spent too long in Auradon kid." He shook his head, but nevertheless he knocked twice on the door and opened it without waiting for an answer.

"Hades!" A cacophony of voices, all with varying emotions behind them seemed to deafen Mal as she walked in behind her father. She may be a Queen of Auradon, but these were Gods, and she was more than a little nervous.

"Guess I'm back." Her father drawled and there was a soft beat of silence before there were footsteps and someone threw their arms around his neck.

"Hades where have you been?" The voice was muffled into his neck.

"On a spit of land called the Isle of the Lost, banned from doing magic." His voice sounded suspiciously watery but Mal said nothing. Until she caught the eye of the woman who was still in his embrace.

"Oh." The woman pulled away and then stared at Mal. She looked like a rocker chick, a leather jacket hung off of her shoulders, which she straightened, her hair seemed to change colour in the light, and Mal couldn't decide whether she was brunette or auburn haired. Her dress was artfully torn in places and seemed to glow slightly, and the weight of this woman's stare seemed to fizzle in her bones.

"Hello." She waved and she felt the gaze of every god and goddess in the room zone in on her.

"Hades who is this?" Another woman, still sat on her throne was looking at purple haired girl with interest.

"This is my daughter." Hades pressed his hand on Mal's shoulder.

"Not born by my daughter." A third woman was glaring at him and he shook his head.

"No Demeter, not born by my wife." Mal froze and stared up at her dad. "Born by Mistress of Evil, while we were trapped on that terrible piece of land. Thanks for coming to find me by the way." He said archly and the hostility in the room changed.

"Hades…" A man that could only be Zeus stepped forwards. "Kindly introduce your daughter to us."

"Olympians, this is my daughter Mal, daughter of Maleficent, Queen of Auradon."

"Oh!" The woman who called herself Hades' wife was still looking at Mal closely. "Maleficent's daughter! Lovely to meet you, I'm Persephone."

Mal's hesitation was barely perceptible as she held out her hand to the woman that now turned out to be her stepmother. Hades saw it though.

Despite everything Mal had said to him about his abandonment of her, he had spent a lot of his time stuck on the Isle, watching over his only Isleborn daughter and he knew enough of her habits, including her twisting her rings on her fingers when she was thinking, and the soft pout when she was nervous. That's what she was doing now, a small pout but hastily covered with a smile.

Persephone however seemed pleased to see Mal, and even more pleased to see Hades, and any family disagreements wouldn't happen today. Instead, it was Persephone who linked her arm with Mal's and introduced her to the clan. Demeter was still aloof when the pair came to her, but Persephone whispered something to her mother and the old woman stared hard at the purple haired girl and frowned once.

"I suppose you are right summer child." She said before smiling slightly. "You're not right about that darn jacket though." She said archly.

"You will spend most of your time in Auradon?" Hera asked as the family settled once more.

"My time will be split between my kingdoms, I may have opened the barrier but there is twenty years of strife to help alleviate, and the many feuds and fights before that." Mal said, twisting her engagement ring while chewing her bottom lip.

"Sounds like a noble use of time for a Queen." Hera nodded in approval and before they knew it, it was time for Mal to go home.

"Are you staying here dad?" Mal asked and there was another moment that moved around the room.

"My home isn't here, it's down in the Underworld, I imagine after so long I've got a chunk of work to do." He looked to Persephone who laughed.

"You think I can't look after the Underworld for six months of the year?! It misses you though."

"So I'll probably be there, unless you need me." Hades murmured. "But for now, I will take you home and back to Ben." He still shuddered slightly at the name, making Mal laugh. "You want to draw the door?" He held out his ember.

~Bal~

"So you have how many aunts and uncles?" Ben said as he crawled into bed beside Mal.

"Too many to count in reality." She hummed and snuggled closer.

"Are you okay?" He asked and she sighed.

"I don't know. It was a bit mad, and I felt so out of this world with it all." She admitted and Ben wrapped his arm around her and pressed kisses to any part he could reach.

"Your dad's a God, it was always going to be a little bit mad." Ben sighed. "And you thought being Queen was hard."