A/N: PLEASE READ. After some harassment and ALOT of constructive feedback I decided to remove the last chapter. I will be revisiting that scene at a later time so prepare your butts. It'll still be gay, and lovely but some other stuff has to happen first.
This chapter is a replacement for chapter 19. I'm sorry for the confusion and inconvenience.
There will be some elements in this chapter taken from the last so if it feels like you read it before, I'm sorry but KEEP READING, it's different.
Hades tossed his keys on the kitchen counter and scrubbed his tired face against his palms.
After Demeter had left, he fulfilled his promise to Hebe and made everyone pancakes. She then proceeded to catch him up on everything new in school and around the house. The child made an off hand comment about her father being on fire the other day, but refused to elaborate.
As exhausting as the excitable little girl was, Hades hoped that if- when Persephone had children they would be just like Hebe.
He looked up to see two magenta skin figures lounging in the garden. Persephone was talking animatedly about something while Eros listened, teasing the beans of Pomelias tiny paws.
Hades slid open the door and slipped into the backyard. Persephone kept up with her story, giving him an eager wave over.
"How- is- Zeus?" She asked between kisses.
"He's had better days. How are you guys?" Hades studied Eros. The pink God gave him a subtle shake of his head indicating Persephone didn't know about the photo leak or the situation with Apollo.
"We're good. Eros and I were just talking about-" She paused, and waited for approval from the winged God. Eros beamed at her and she continued excitedly, "Eros is going to propose to Psyche! We're working on a plan to convince Zeus to make her immortal. If that's what she wants."
"Oh wow! This is great news! If I can help, let me know. Occasionally my brother listens to me." Hades chuckled, trying to imagine what his brother's reaction would be. He couldn't recall the God of Gods doing anything like that if it didn't directly benefit him.
"Kore, can I steal you for a second? Eros, would you like to stay for dinner?"
"Actually, I have to get back to Psyche. We have plans… Are you guys okay for the night?" Eros tried to sound nonchalant as he searched the Azure God for confirmation.
"I think we'll manage. Have fun!"
"Thanks for having me over, Perse!" He gave her a tight squeeze and turned towards the King, holding out his hand. Hades took it and they exchanged a firm shake. "You too BBD." Eros said with a sly wink.
"Send my love to Psyche!" Persephone called out to Eros as they watched him pass through the doors back into the house.
"Is everything okay, Aidoneous?" Persephone asked, nuzzling into his chest.
Hades felt himself pale. He took a deep breath and barreled on through before he could change his mind. This talk needed to happen sooner rather than later.
"Your mother knows. About us, Apollo, everything."
Persephone pulled back, her normally brilliant magenta skin white-washed with fear. "And… you're okay... You're here. Where is Momma?" She tread hesitantly, her fingers smoothing over the wrinkled fabric of his shirt. She gripped the folds, half expecting him to collapse into ash.
"I'm here for now. Apollo was higher on her shit list, fortunately. You're going to need to stay inside. Nobody can find Apollo and Deme is out looking for him."
Persephone's suspicion about why Eros had shown up just as abruptly as Hades had left were confirmed. She nodded before taking his hand and following him back into the house.
Hades turned on the tap to the shower, beckoning for the Pink Goddess to join him. He needed to wash the stale booze and anxiety sweat from Demeter's maternal panic off of him.
"How are you feeling after last night?" He murmured into her neck, in between kisses. He hoisted her up from just below her rear, her ankles crossing at the taper of his waist. She circled her arms across the strong muscles of his shoulders.
"Much better now…" She peppered away the water droplets on his neck with light kisses. She rolled her hips against him in temptation.
"Sweetness… Are you okay to play? It's been a big few days." Hades' voice was a low husk, and despite his question, he made no attempt to still her.
"Yes, Sir." Persephone whispered, tugging on his ear with her teeth. "Are you? I imagine my ma might be a bit of a mood killer."
"She makes everything I want to do to you that much naughtier." The buttons of her spine popped as he pressed her firmly to the shining stone, the underside of his length teasing her swollen and arousal soaked sex.
He pumped his hips hard, filling her. She groaned into his shoulder, clambering to maintain her hold on him. He gave a few rolls before he pulled her off him, just far away enough that the only friction she felt was from the head of his weeping cock.
"Don't tease me..." She mewled, nipping at his water slick skin.
"I love it when you beg." He growled into her collar. He bounced her onto his cock rhythmically before pulling out again.
"Please…"
-THRUST-
"Please what..?"
-THRUST-
"I-I n-need…"
-THRUST-
"Use your words, little one."
-HOLD-
"I-I n-need you." Her muscles clenched around him as he slammed her down, feeling the tight heat envelop him.
"How bad, baby? Tell me." He teased and gave a commanding snap of his fingers.
Hades was pulled out of his slumber by a sweet, alluring aroma wafting in from the kitchen.
He rolled over and saw the bed empty. Persephone and the pups had to be downstairs.
The King rolled out of bed and pulled a loose pair of lounge pants up his tired legs. He checked the time:
-4:30 am-
'Wow… slept all night.' He thought to himself in amazement. Anxiety had plagued him for weeks and robbed him of sleep. Maybe the heart to heart and near decapitation from Demeter was exactly what he needed.
He padded across the plush carpet and caught sight of the Goddess from behind the entryway into the kitchen.
He stopped, and took in the sight of her. The pink Goddess was wearing one of his discarded button-ups, and from the looks of it, not much else. She hummed a simple tune and swayed her hips with an easy rhythm. She looked so peaceful, like the horrors of Apollo, the trials of her mother and everything in between were miles away.
She picked Pomelia off the floor and held her to her chest, with a little slow dance sway. He noticed Cordon Bleu was on the counter when the ball of fluff gave an impatient 'yip.' Persephone set Pomelia up on the counter with him and turned to the newly bought waffle press. She poured the batter in and pulled it shut.
The kitchen was soon filled with the same fruity, sugary scent. He felt his stomach grumble, but he didn't want to disturb the Goddess from her early morning alone time.
"Do you want a waffle?" She coo'd at the two small dogs before turning to the three headed mass of HellHound beside her. "I know Cerberus does!" She scratched two of his three chins adoringly. The head on the end gave a sad whine and knocked the middle out of the way to receive his own equal amount of scritches.
"I'm sorry baby! I don't have enough hands!" She said with a pout. Cerberus phased back into a single headed canine and gave her cheek an earnest, slobbery kiss.
She pulled open the press and waved the steam off the waffles. After a moment she pulled one out and tossed it to Cerberus. "Fresh out of souls. Guess you're stuck with blueberry instead. Sorry~."
Hades stifled a chuckle as he watched the hellhound split thrice. Each mouth pulled playfully, in war with who would win the breakfast treat.
"And two more!" She tossed him the other waffles, each mouth caught them eagerly.
She ripped one in half and set the pieces in between Pomelia and Cordon Bleu. They picked up the same piece and tugged with low growls.
Fudge and Russell came bounding across the tile with little clacks from their paws. She dropped two freshly pressed treats on the kitchen floor before them. They started in, tails whipping excitedly.
"Big John!" She called out in a sing-song whisper. "Mushroom! J.P! C'mere boys… You gotta get your treats before Daddy wakes up!"
"Too late." Hades gave himself up with a chuckle and strolled in.
Persephone froze, stiffly turning to him with a guilty smile. Mushroom tugged at the waffle she refused to let go of.
"Blueberries are a great source of vitamins and-" Hades pulled the waffle from her hand and tossed it at the impatient black and white hound. He picked her up and set her on the counter.
"I love how much you love them." He pulled her into a loving sleepy kiss, recalling Minthe's attitude towards his pets and their attitude towards her.
"Of course I love them… They're your babies." She said with a giggle, turning back to the press. "That makes them my babies too." She shoved a waffle in Hades mouth before he had time to protest.
"Hmm… Delicious." He hummed. Slowly, as to not rouse suspicion, he pulled the spatula out of the mixing bowl behind her. As she turned back with her own breakfast, he caught her across the nose with a smear of batter.
"HEY! Scoundrel!" She growled and leapt off the counter and into his arms. She nuzzled his cheek, smacking the opposing cheek with a thick handful of mix.
"You want war? Stop starting things you don't intend you finish, little one." He purred, nipping at her ear. She moaned and wiggled against him-
-SPLAT-
A big blue hand dripping with batter swept across her lips.
She wiggled out of his grasp and commandeered the bowl of blueberries next to the press before running into the living room.
Hades followed her, loaded spatula in hand.
He rounded the arch way and was caught with a handful of berries smashed into his bare chest.
She was seized with a giggle and felt a sharp snap to her rear as he spanked her with the kitchen tool.
"That is for cooking, Sir!" She retorted, struggling as he picked her up and draped her over the back of the sofa.
"Mhmm…." He mumbled, licking the wasted batter off her supple skin.
"N-not fair!" She groaned and kicked her legs playfully.
"What's not fair is you running around with no pants and expecting not to get spanked." His large hands palmed her cloth covered rear and gave her a firm slap to both sides.
She ceased her struggle and with a wiggle, buried her face into the cushions of the sofa. "Mmmm…"
-SLAP-
"I really should be in the shower, getting ready for work." Hades teased, fingers tracing behind her knees.
-SLAP-
"I've got a -very- important meeting today." Persephone nodded into the cushion while she pulled him closer with her legs.
-SLAP-
"How can anyone expect me to get any work done when you never wear any damn clothes?" He hissed, pulling up the soft white fabric and fully exposing her bare ass.
She opened her thighs coyly. "Should I schedule my nudity around your meetings, your highness?"
Hades hissed and gave her another sharp spank. "No, no… this is-" His arousal was cut off by a pressing realization. He glanced at the clock. If he took her up to the shower now, they would have enough time.
"Would you like to join me in the shower, little one?"
Persephone looked at him from over her shoulder. Her cheeks flushed, and lids heavy.
"Hmmmm." She pushed back against his hardness, earning a groan from the God.
"No." She tumbled into the cushions and turned to face him. His face had fallen, brow quirked in confusion.
"Maybe we should wait… take our time." She knelt on the back ledge, looking up at him with cherub-like cherise eyes.
She pulled open the two buttons holding the shirt closed and shrugged it off her shoulders. Hades stepped forward, his fingers caressing the underside of her now bare breasts.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready, silly?" She teased, swatting his hand away and tugging at her own sensitive buds.
Hades glanced at the clock, weighing the consequences in his mind.
"I should." He smirked, squeezing his pressing erection before pulling it from his loose fitting pajamas. Persephone glanced down and bit her lip. His head was already glistening with a pearl of precum.
"You really shouldn't be late then…" She whispered, feeling the heat off his chest as he stepped closer, thighs flush with the furniture. His member slipped between them, slick against her stomach. She gasped audibly.
"You're right…" He whispered, his fingers ghosting over the sharp of her hips and up to the curve of her waist. She hummed a moan and leaned into him.
-RING RING-
"Fuck." He pulled his new, undamaged phone out of his pocket and brought it to his ear. "Yea?"
Persephone could hear the deep trill of Hecate's voice, but she couldn't make out any words.
"I didn't forget, Hec- Yea. Yes. I'll be there in ten." He ended the call and gave a very dramatic and frustrated groan.
"Tonight?"
"Promise."
He gave her a quick kiss, and sprinted up the stairs.
"Good morning, lovey. How's your head?" Daphne felt her vision double as she took in the chipper, plump nurse unrolling a long strip of cotton next to her bed.
Her ears were suddenly flooded with the background chatter and beeping of various machines from this floor of the hospital.
The nymph hissed. She turned her head to address the healer and was greeted with the sensation of a metal spike being jammed through the back of her skull.
"Oooo take it easy, dear. Lay back for a moment. I'm going to change your bandages."
Daphne felt a tender pressure as her head hit the pillow.
'Bandages?' She questioned, raising her fatigued hands to finger the sterile cloth wrapped around her head.
"How did I get here?" She groaned and let her arms fall back to her sides.
"Apollo dropped you off two days ago. You had a nasty spill down the stairs. He said it was a little out of his scope of healing."
"Apollo's here?" Fear flooded her as she forced herself to sit up.
"Oh no. I expect he'll be in this afternoon." The nurse hummed approvingly, pushing Daphne back into the bedclothes.
"I don't want to see him."
The nurse chuckled. "Young love is so complex. He's been here everyday while you've rested. Such a great young man."
Daphne jerked away from the nurse, shaking her head. She immediately regretted this as her vision phased in and out with a flash of spotty color.
"Please. Don't let him in here." Her rogue eyes met the kind and shimmering cyan gaze of the medicine worker. Her words wavered, pleadingly.
"Ok. Dear. I'll let the check in desk know. Oh, your father…" She checked her clipboard. "Peneus is here to see you. Are you feeling up to it?"
"Yes. Please." Daphne shrugged off the fretting nurse and sat up.
Peneus was a tall and slim, periwinkle skinned river God. His youthful face was lined with worry and exhaustion. His thin lips pulled into a tired smile upon seeing his daughter awake.
"Dottie! Honey. What happened?"
She ignored the ache in her head and she threw her arms around her father. She clutched the back of his shirt desperately, like a child pleading with their parent to let them sleep with the light on.
"D-Dad. I need your help. I'm in trouble."