Hades smiled as he watched you play peekaboo with Mal's daughter, Elva. "(Name) why're you visiting?" He asked, making his presence known in the room.
"Mal and Ben had an important meeting so I told her I'd baby sit El." You said, standing up, holding the six month old on your hip.
"She ain't givin' you no hell is she?" He asked you, looking at the infant with purple and brown tufts of hair. "Nah. But she's making me work for her laughs. So far peekaboo is the only thing that works." You laughed a little.
"Why'd you stop by?" You asked, looking up at the God. "Mal said to stop by and get my guitar." He said, grabbing it out of the closet.
"Seems like an odd request for just a random old day." You muttered to yourself. "I agree. Y'know, apparently the kids have a bet going that we'd end up together." He said, leaning against the door frame.
"Really? And where did you hear that?"
"Dude told me coming up the stairs. Mal's sure on it."
"Well, let's not disappoint them. You, me, 6 pm tomorrow, I'll pick you up."
"You? Pick up Hades? Isn't that my job?"
"Now it's mine. Now skedaddle. I know where you live." You laughed a little, winking at him.
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descendants imagines
Fanfictionrequests are open and what the title says all imagines of descendants
