#emet-selch

Also in this series/written “universe”:
“That Thing” (Tumblr|AO3)
“Diversion” (Tumblr|AO3) [warning: nsfw]
“First Blush: Prologue” (Tumblr|AO3)

The so-called “Youth Seminar for the Prevention of Misuse of Creation Magic” was absolutely not where Hades wanted to be. The Bureau of the Architect had set it up in one of their lesser-used back rooms, where a few tables had been set up among a couple of elderly filing cabinets than nobody had bothered to remove. There was very little of interest in the room itself. And given that there were over a dozen fully masked, robed “youths” - some of them, like Hades himself, undoubtedly nearing adulthood - in the small space along with who Hades assumed was their lecturer, the fact that the room had no windows was quickly becoming apparent.

He had, of course, chosen the table furthest from the front. One of those filing cabinets was right near him, as if maybe in the middle of everything Hades could just disappear into its shadow and people might forget he was even there. It didn’t make sensefor him to even be there at all! Everyone he’d met said his prowess with creation magic was a marvel, that he was some sort of prodigy. Of course he knew how to controlit.

Unable to get out of spending his time stuck listening to some low-level bureaucrat drone on and on, the only thing left to Hades was to sulk. And Hades was exceptionally skilled at sulking.

Hades was so good at sulking that he was able to tune out the introduction of the lecturer and the entire beginning of the class. He leaned his chin heavily on his fist, feeling the edge of his mask dig into his cheek, and focused on that inconvenience and growing irritation instead.

At least until one of the other students, seated near the front, had a minor outburst. Their table was the most full, with other youths arrayed around the one that suddenly interrupted the otherwise snore-inducing session.

“Excuse me– I feel terriblefor interrupting you, of course, but might this be something we could be shown in a more practical setting, perhaps?” he asked, his voice earnest and sweet despite the fact that he was questioning their current authority figure. “Wouldn’t it be a more memorable lesson if we were to go to, say, Elpis? We could observe the creations currently under study and testing in an environment perfectly suited to what you’re trying to explain to us.”

“Ah…” the lecturer halted and stammered. “It is possible that we could ask permission for such an outing…”

“Would you, please?” the student asked, sounding genuinely excited and grateful. The chorus of polite requests that sprung up around him served to make the Undersecretary or whatever he was even more flustered.

“Please remain calm and in your seats, little ones,” the lecturer implored, before scurrying out of the room like an anxious woodland creature.

The student who had instigated everything reached up and pushed his hood back, shaking out shoulder-length lavender hair while breathing an exaggerated sigh. “That helps. It’s awfully stuffy in here, don’t you think?”

He looked around the room and smiled as he said it. From Hades’ point of view, it felt like that smile appeared when the other boy’s obscured gaze landed on him. There was something mischievous about that smile. It made Hades want to know everything behind it even as alarms went off in his head. He caught himself starting to lean forward and stopped, tearing his gaze away to study the mouldering old file cabinet instead.

Yet his traitorous ears kept listening, even straining to pick up that one particular voice amid the little conversations that had sprung up.

“That was a good suggestion, mentioning how it’s specifically devoted to such testing,” one of the still-hooded and masked students next to the instigator was saying. “I’ve been wanting to see Elpis, too. I’ve heard it has the most beautiful flowers…”

“Is that so? Well, then. All the more reason to go.” The boy hummed and gently pushed back the hood from the other’s face, then tucked a wavy lock of pale blue hair back from the revealed, but masked face. “We’ll have to make sure to find you the most beautiful specimen we can, Asclepius.”

“Aw, Hyth,” the dark-haired boy on his other side chided. “You made him blush.”

Huffing, Hades once again hauled his attention away from where it didn’t belong. He didn’t need to be at this silly lecture from the start, nor did he need to tag along on a field trip. Unlike the lot of them, he had things to dowith his time. Granted, he hadn’t had the chance yet to get to properly explore Elpis, and at least deep down in his heart he had to admit a certain curiosity. But it still ruffled his feathers to be involved in something that felt so juvenile.

Despite his best efforts - or so he insisted to himself they were - by the time the harried instructor returned and started going over the rules for conduct and the parameters by which they’d be allowed the excursion, Hades knew considerably more about the student who had so deftly derailed the entire seminar. Hythlodaeus had a sweet smile that brimmed with mischief, could sweet talk even the shy Asclepius into excited conversation, and had a partner-in-crime in the dark-haired Helios. For some reason, the way Hythlodaeus and Helios could communicate with just a tilt of the head or other tiny gestures made Hades silently seethe for reasons he couldn’t identify. He had also somehow aligned himself firmly in the camp of putting up with the seminar if it resulted in the suggested field trip.

“If you would all please return to your seats and attire yourself properly, we can continue,” the lecturer instructed. His time away seemed to have helped a little. He even squared his shoulders and lifted his chin when he requested a dozen or so teenagers sit down.

“I’ve been advised that an outing may be scheduled for a later occurrence of this seminar,” he explained once the students had settled appropriately. At the collective groan that when up, he raised his voice to continue being heard. “This day would be too short-notice, as well as there being subjects best covered in the theoretical before introducing the practical applications.”

“Can we at least open a window or something, then?” Helios leaned back in his seat and theatrically fanned himself with one hand.

“There are no windows in this–” The lecturer halted abruptly and lifted his masked gaze to the wall over Hades’ head. Despite himself, Hades turned to look along with the rest of the class.

Taking up a large chunk of the previously bare wall was a bank of windows.

Even hooded and masked into blank anonymity, the instructor’s anger rolled off of him like a wave. Hades saw Asclepius flinch and duck slightly in response. “This is precisely the sort of behavior this seminar is designed to curb,” the lecturer explained tartly. “Creation requires deep attention and the necessary Concepts in order to be executed in a manner that does not endanger our people or our city.”

Helios shrugged. “Nothing bad happened, though. And it’s stuffy in here.”

While Hades couldn’t deny either of those points, he still wasn’t sure if he agreed with the sentiment. Clearly some of those in attendance neededsuch a seminar in order to try to reduce reckless behavior.

As enjoyable as it was to watch someone else get skewered for their wrongdoings, boredom quickly returned. But for better or for worse the class had changed. The new window was open, allowing a breeze, and several of the students had chosen to drop their hoods. Hades caught his attention unintentionally drifting to the lavender bob and the pale, nimble hands that kept absently playing with it. Sometimes Hythlodaeus would twist it around his fingers; other times he would section it out and start to braid until he caught himself.

Hades gave himself a mental shake. Best to leave someone like that well enough alone. He had his friends, which was something Hades hadn’t the slightest idea how to deal with. And Hades had no use for anyone at the seminar. He was more than capable on his own and preferred to not have other people sticking their opinions where they weren’t wanted.

No, Hades assured himself. He was really better off giving all of them a wide berth and seeing how quickly he could get himself excused.

After getting to visit Elpis, of course.

Also in this series/written “universe”:
“That Thing” (Tumblr|AO3)
“Diversion” (Tumblr|AO3) [warning: nsfw]
“First Blush” (Tumblr | AO3)

“I’ve had it! That Thing has got to go!” Hades growled, picking his way through the upended and spilled boxes that had moments before been neatly packed in the bedroom closet. The white cat Hythlodaeus had gifted him hissed at him from the newly cleared top shelf.

“It’s not so bad,” Hythlodaeus soothed. He knelt and began righting the boxes that had been tipped and retrieving their scattered contents. “It doesn’t seem like anything is broken, after all. And maybe this is an opportunity to clear out some old things?”

Hythlodaeus lifted an older, white and silver mask from the carpet and turned it over in his hands. “I can’t see how you would ever be needing this again, for example. Was it from when you were a child?”

Hades, in the process of attempting to shoo That Thing down, froze and then very slowly turned to look at what Hythlodaeus meant. Then he did something that the current holder of the seat of Emet-Selch almost neverdid: he blushed. Even his ears were bright red, a lovely and starkly noticeable contrast to his fair complexion and pale hair. “Ignore that box,” he said quickly, his tone too sharp.

“Oh?” Hythlodaeus asked. “Is there something in here I shouldn’t see?”

Their eyes met and held for a long moment, Hades flushed and irritable and Hythlodaeus with growing interest and amusement.

Rather than continuing the stare, Hythlodaeus gave up and dropped his gaze. Immediately he began sifting through the remaining contents off the box. “Papers, mask, an old robe… ah, what’s this?” He withdrew a small, flat wooden box with a simple silver latch.

Hades eyes widened and he lunged, only for Hythlodaeus to anticipate him and scoot out of the way. Deft hands flipped the latch and opened the lid before Hades could try again.

Silence fell over the room. Hades stared red-faced at Hythlodaeus, whose own wide-eyed attention was fixated on the contents.

Ignored, That Thing curled himself up into a loaf on the top shelf and began to wash.

“You kept it?” Hythlodaeus finally asked in a soft voice.

Hades coughed and tried to clear his throat. He couldn’t fully rid himself of the gruff edge, but still replied, “You know the answer to that question just by the fact that it’s right there.”

With great care, Hythlodaeus lifted the dried wreath of flowers from the plain cloth lining within the wooden case. The petals were old and faded, but the faint hues were more than enough to confirm everything. Hythlodaeus bit his lip as tears pooled in his bright violet eyes. He laughed even as they spilled over the corners to run down his cheeks. “You actually kept it!”

“I’m not heartless,” Hades protested. The stepped over the mess in order to crouch down next to Hythlodaeus. “Even back then, I couldn’t bring myself to just throw it away,” he added, softer. “Although keeping it felt absurd.”

Hythlodaeus tucked his head in under Hades’ chin and snuffled. “I remember making it,” he said, fingers gingerly caressing the faded blossoms.

“I remember, too.”

(Chapter 1 on Tumblr)

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Despite all the possible outcomes Hythlodaeus had considered for his stopping by the Capitol, he clearly hadn’t thought of allof them. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to be seated precariously on the edge of Emet-Selch’s desk, his robes rucked up to his waist, while that very same Emet-Selch held him fast.

One of Hythlodaeus’ hands was buried in thick white hair, the other pressed tight against his mouth to keep himself from shouting. Hades seemed like it was his very goal to makehim shout to the heavens, the way his tongue teased. When he finally drew Hythlodaeus’ cock into the hot confines of his mouth, Hythlodaeus bit the side of his own palm to stop from allowing more than a low, breathy moan.

Very few people knew how good Hades was at pleasing someone else. They looked at his power or his attitude and assumed he would never do something like drop to his knees and offer such supplicant-seeming pleasure. Hythlodaeus thanked every star in the heavens that he was one of those incredibly lucky knowers, especially when Hades swallowed him all the way down.

Hades pulled back again, slowly, allowing his tongue to caress the velvet-soft skin. Hythlodaeus’ cock pulsed with a heartbeat of its own, leaking, weeping when that desperately wanted touch left it. “Hyth–” Hades began, his already growling voice practically gravel. But he was interrupted, much to their shared horror, by the door of the office flying open with a bang.

“Emet-Selch, I am in need of your guidance!” the hooded, white-masked figure proclaimed to the room at large.

In an instant Hythlodaeus’ feet were back on the floor, the hem of his robes following. He pulled his hood up and grabbed for a mask - there were two, he only needed one, but that was the wrong one oh well no time roll with it–

Properly obscured, Hythlodaeus straightened to his full height and trusted in the anonymity their functional robes gave. “And who, pray tell, are you to barge in on my office without asking permission to enter?” he demanded in his best imitation of the man still on his knees nearby.

If the situation weren’t so potentially catastrophic, it would be funny. Hythlodaeus could see the shocked expression on Hades’ face from the corner of his eye even as he tried to skewer the hapless messenger with Emet-Selch’s signature glare.

“Ah, it’s… I’m sorry, it’s an emergency. Lahabrea and Nabriales, in the council chamber–”

“Again?” the real Emet-Selch growled. Hythlodaeus quickly moved to make it seem like the words had come from him, grateful the shamed aide was looking down for the moment.

A look was shared between Hythlodaeus and Hades, Hades scowling and then nodding. Hythlodaeus mimicked the gesture. “I’ll be right there. Go make sure neither of them has caused grievous destruction yet.”

The flustered young man looked no less harried, but still wore his relief on his sleeve. “Thank you. I’ll be– I’ll go– thank you.” He bowed and backpedaled and nearly tripped over the hem of his robes in his haste. But he at least remembered to pull the door shut behind him.

Grumbling under his breath, Hades climbed to his feet and straightened his clothes. Hythlodaeus assisted by fixing his mussed hair and making sure it was pushed back from his face. “I suppose I’ll have to actually go dealwith those two,” he groused. “When there are such betterways to be using my time.” His smoldering gaze said everything his words didn’t.

“Don’t worry,” Hythlodaeus said with a smile, taking off the red mask and settling it into its proper place on his best friend and lover’s face. “I’ll wait for you at home.”

Hades gave another groan and pulled Hythlodaeus in close to him. “Good. And make sure you waitfor me.” He wrapped the other man’s lavender braid around his fist securely and kissed him, frustrated lust searing white hot and stealing all Hythlodaeus’ breath.

Hythlodaeus staggered slightly when he was released, grateful for the solid edge of the desk to hold onto. “I said I’d be waiting,” he pointed out. “Just don’t take too long to deal with them.” He grinned and stole another kiss, shorter and faster but no less wanting.

As Hythlodaeus gathered teleportation magics around himself, Hades was kind enough to let go of his hair. Hythlodaeus watched the usually so-composed Emet-Selch slam a fist on the top of the desk and them stomp out of the room before the aether whisked him away from the Capitol.

Hopefully the supposed fiasco that had interrupted their private time would be relatively quick to solve. Hythlodaeus appeared in the middle of Hades’ home - because of course, when they said home, that was where they meant - and startled a sleeping furball very quickly awake.

“Ah, hello,” Hythlodaeus said softly, extending his hand for the spooked cat to cautiously sniff. It may have been a familiar made of his own aether, but he still treated it like the animal it was. It watched him with its narrow, constantly annoyed-seeming yellow eyes. Seeing it again, Hythlodaeus could definitely identify that he’d been entertaining thoughts about Hades whilst employing the creation magics.

“It does look like he’s been feeding and caring for you.” There was cat furniture around the living space; a cat tree, complete with leaves, dominated a previously blank corner. Hythlodaeus was even able to spot a cleverly concealed litter pan. He giggled, rightfully smug. As he’d expected, no matter what Hades chose to callthe cat, he had already bonded with it to such a point as fussing over it. Not that Hythlodaeus was going to point that out. Yet.

With the cat - “That Thing” - quieted and left to washing itself on the tree, Hythlodaeus headed for the bedroom. He left a trail behind him - a boot here, the other there, his mask hanging from the doorknob, and finally his robes a puddle on the bedroom floor. His underthings had been left somewhere in Emet-Selch’s office in the rush.

Ah, well. He didn’t need underthings, and Hades being his meticulous self would surely see them removed from the space before anything could come of it. Rather than worry, Hythlodaeus made himself comfortable.

He’d only just finished with such an onerous task when the sound of a cat hissing and Hades’ unmistakable tones met his ears. Hythlodaeus smiled. He settled against the pillows with his hair loose around his shoulders, and reached down to gently wrap his fingers around what remained of his erection.

The languid flesh was quick to spark again, waking beneath just the lightest graze of Hythlodaeus’ fingertips. His breath hitched and he let it out on a soft moan. At the same time, he smiled and lifted his eyes to meet the glowering gaze of the man that now stood in the doorway.

“I thought I told you to wait,” Hades said, his tone calm and controlled, sliding over Hythlodaeus like silk and making him squirm.

“I am waiting,” Hythlodaeus replied. “I was only getting things ready for you. Back to how we were, at least.”

“Hmmm.”

Cool air caressed Hythlodaeus’ bare skin. It broke out in gooseflesh in response and he shivered delightfully. “Was that wrong of me? Oh dear. I do hope that the glorious and merciful Emet-Selch will forgive me such a bold transgression.”

“I’m not feeling particularly mercifulright now.”

Hythlodaeus knew that look. The line between Hades’ eyes was deeper, his lip slightly curled at the height of his scowl. Whatever he’d needed to attend to had taken him to the limit of his patience. Understanding, Hythlodaeus smiled and lifted his arms toward him. “Then come here. I’ve enough mercy for both of us.”

There was a flicker of reliefbefore Hades turned away to quickly divest himself of clothing. He moved with enough haste that, had he been anyone else with fewer idiosyncrasies, the boots probably would have stayed on. But he was who he was, and once he had a plan, he followed through.

At least that plan spared half a thought for comfort. Hades slicked his bobbing, ready length before kneeling between Hythlodaeus’ spread legs and sinking into him.

Hythlodaeus breathed a soft, “Oh!” that melted into a near-voiceless moan of his lover’s name. Despite how good it felt and how much he enjoyed simply focusing on that, he kept his eyes open enough to watch the further relief that stole over Hades like rain sweeping across a plain. “Take what I give to you freely,” he murmured, sitting up and wrapping his arms around the back of Hades’ neck to hold him close.

His sentiment was met with a derisive, but gentle snort. “So dramatic,” Hades chided. He didn’t elaborate; he didn’t need to. Instead he simply motioned for Hythlodaeus to lie back again, then hooked his arms under each of Hythlodaeus’ legs and raised them to a better angle. It was easier that way for him to press forward until flesh met flesh, his cock buried to the hilt.

No matter how many times they came together like this, Hythlodaeus still marveled. Hades’ cock pulsed with his heartbeat, a separate rhythm from the one that thudded through Hythlodaeus but still felt just as familiar. His body wanted - begged, even - yet initially protested having to stretch to fit Hades’ girth. At least Hades was well aware of that from previous experience.

Hades asked no questions and said no words. He listened to the noises his lover made, how the wordless syllables eased in tension and pitch, to provide him with the confirmation he needed. He eased out just a bit so that he could push home again with a quiet but satisfying little smack.

Hythlodaeus reached for Hades’ hands and found them. Together they held his legs up so that Hades could start to build a rhythm. His thrusts stayed shallow at first, feeling out the needs of his partner, before they ramped up in their intensity. He didn’t haveto think of Hythlodaeus’ needs; Hythlodaeus himself wouldn’t have faulted Hades for a moment if the other had simply allowed himself to go feral and take. But even frustrated and irritable and pent-up from outside circumstances, at his heart Hades wasn’t at all as selfish as some people wanted to claim.

“Hades,” Hythlodaeus murmured, eyes open in just a thin line of visible violet. “Please.”

One word to break the dam. Hades took the request as the permission that it was. He rolled Hythlodaeus halfway up onto his shoulders and pinned him there, an inferno in his golden eyes that matched the intensity of his movements. Thrusts that had been gentle and exploratory became hard, sure strokes that curled Hythlodaeus’ toes.

It was always particularly glorious to watch someone as staid and controlled as Hades come apart at the seams. But when the man trulylet go, as now, there was no possibility of watching. Hythlodaeus could only hang on for the ride. But that was no hardship. His world narrowed to the sounds of them - their voices mingled in rough moans and heavy breaths; the solid smack of willing flesh; even the sturdy bed creaked with them - as well as the feel of Hades taking just as much pleasure as he gave. Even pinned and ignored as it was all rolled up in his position, Hythlodaeus’ cock twitched and wept with every move Hades made.

Hades gave a particularly feral grunt and Hythlodaeus forced his eyes to open and see that all was well. Hades was sweaty, hair tangled and hanging unkempt in his face, but there was nothing actually untoward. He looked down at Hythlodaeus, catching his gaze and holding it with eyes that blazed with warmth. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t need to. The affection between them was stronger than mere words.

Letting go of his own legs, Hythlodaeus twined his arms around Hades’ shoulders and sunk his nails into skin dampened by their exertions. He encouraged him, knowing that Hades’ muscles coiled tight with the same desire as his own.

Hades came with a guttural groan, bent over Hythlodaeus with his face buried in the other man’s neck and hair. Hythlodaeus had a moment of bliss, feeling the way Hades’ body trembled and stuttered as heat flooded from him and deep into Hythlodaeus. Then that crystalline moment shattered into his own moment of release.

Hythlodaeus’ cock painted his chest with the same liquid heat he’d been admiring. It made a mess of both of them before it was done and docile again, not that either of them cared. Hades was far too busy murmuring things that Hythlodaeus couldn’t quite make out over the ringing of white noise in his ears.

Both of them took some time to breathe again, eventually stretching out on their sides before twining right back together. Hythlodaeus always hated when they disengaged, already missing the heat and closeness and absolute unity that came with their lovemaking, but the flash of loneliness was swept away and filled with love at the gentle fuss that Hades made over him. There were embraces and kisses and a lovingwarmth that few would expect from the outwardly grumpy Emet-Selch.

“Did that end up being a satisfactory little "pleasant diversion” for you?“ Hythlodaeus asked once they had both settled.

Hades huffed and lifted a hand to run it through the loose puddle of lavender hair that spilled over Hythlodaeus’ shoulder. "You just want to make me say it again.”

Hythlodaeus grinned. “Yes, you’re right. I enjoy hearing it from your mouth.”

What he got first was a soft, utterly non-threatening little growl followed by a kiss that would have made his knees weak if he wasn’t already lying down. “And I only indulge that silly little desire because I dolove you.” Hades scoffed again, but there was no hiding the way his eyes danced and the smile that turned up the corner of his mouth. “For somereason.”

“You like that I keep you on your toes,” Hythlodaeus suggested. “Keep your boring work days from being toomonotonous and all that.”

“I prefer to keep youon your back,” Hades retorted, sending as much of a flush of heat through Hythlodaeus with thosewords as with the previous.

“Wow!” Hythlodaeus exclaimed. “Amazingly, I like that, too!”

Hades snorted and shut him up with another kiss.

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There was always something delightful about the bustle of life in Amaurot. Creativity abounded - as was evidenced by the stacks and stacks of new concepts that crossed Hythlodaeus’ desk on a daily basis. Even with the still-consistent influx of shark-based designs, there were finally enough other types of flora and fauna mixed in for Chief of the Bureau of the Architect to not want to sweep everything straight into the bin and then scream into a throw pillow. Some of those other concepts were even actually good.

It was the fault of one such concept that Hythlodaeus found himself walking through the streets of Amaurot carrying a box. He would have still been working - and really, he probably shouldstill be working - but the excitement had gotten to him. And the successful creation of something good, especially by someone as self-professed to not be skilled with creation magics, was definitely worth sharing.

Hythlodaeus let himself into the home as if it was his own, sparing no thought for knocking or otherwise alerting the actual resident. For as often as he was there, it was almost like he shared the space officially. “Hello!” he called into the otherwise silent space. “I know you’re home! There was no official Convocation business scheduled.” He toed off his boots with care not to jostle the box, then padded deeper into the living areas.

“Hades, you’re far too– oh.” Hythlodaeus stopped short and went quiet upon finding his quarry.

The other man was sprawled out in a chair, his white hair half fallen into his face. The usual scowling line between his brows was absent, relaxed in repose. As Hythlodaeus watched, the officially-titled Emet-Selch even snored.

It was too cute to interrupt. In addition, Hythlodaeus was always reminding him to get more rest. Waking Hades now would go against everything that Hythlodaeus stood for when it came to his best friend’s health. Rather than waking him, he simply crouched down and set the box on the floor to open it.

The first sign that Hades had awakened was the way his breathing quieted. The second was the small grunt of disapproval.

“What is that thing?”

Hythlodaeus smiled, eyes not leaving the four-legged, fluffy form as it hopped from the box and began to prowl curiously around the room. “It’s a cat.”

“Iknowit’s a cat,” Hades retorted with a huff of irritation. “What is it doing in my house?”

“Exploring, I should think.” Hythlodaeus stifled a chuckle. “They’re notoriously curious creatures by nature. It will doubtless want to inspect its new territory.”

Hades watched the cat for a moment, almost amused, but the scowl returned after only a moment and a sudden realization. “What do you mean its new territory? You aren’t going to leave it here. It isn’t welcome. Besides, judging by its aetherical signature–”

“It’s my familiar, yes,” Hythlodaeus affirmed with a little smile. “I know it isn’t as grand or flashy as something our great Emet-Selch could create, but I wanted to make something for you. Something that would be able to be with you always.” His fingers worried at the end of his short braid, gaze drifting back to where the cat sniffed at furniture. “This way, even if I’m unable to be here, a part of me will always be by your side.”

He didn’t have to look at Hades to know the expression on the man’s face: somewhere caught between his usual mask of annoyance and genuine surprise, with the hint of a blush just touching his cheeks. Even if he knew it was there, he looked anyway just to savor the expression.

Hades cleared his throat and looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. “…Yes, well. I’m willing to give that thing a probationarystay while you’re here, I suppose. But as soon as it causes a problem it’s no longer welcome.”

“Of course.”

“And I’m not going to clean up after it or anything of that nature.”

“Of course.”

“I mean it. If that thing deposits feces on my rug I’m deleting it.”

“Of course.” Hythlodaeus cut Hades’ additional insistence off with a finger against his half-sneering lips. “I’ll take care of everything. And he’ll take care of you.”

“We’ll see,” Hades allowed. His acceptance, no matter how reluctant, was rewarded with a kiss.

emetwol ♥

look at me

welcome home

oh my sweet Hades, always so sleepy

she loved to dance with me

she doesn’t want to admit that she missed him terribly (and he can see right through her)

good morning, hero

Emet: grmbl grmbl don’t go
wol: I’m getting breakfast for us, you cute buffoon

stay with me ♥

“Don’t call me by my title in bed, Hades”
“And here I thought you liked that” ♥

tired parents with their newly appointed royal menace

domestic Pendant moments <3

Mister Selch

he likes to snuggle