Could I request any romantic headcanons for the Hades nobles? They just been stuck in my brain since Ch.5 and the current event, especially Glas and Foras 💜
They infect our brains like a plague and I have no intention of getting rid of them. Hades propaganda let's go! I like to write thematically, so how about spending some time with them before and during the ball at Hades?
Orias not included, because I have no idea how he will behave towards MC.
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Together with Barbatos, you are to prepare the decorations. And no, you can't open all the windows and cover everything with roses. After a lively discussion, you came to the conclusion that rose petals, bouquets of flowers on columns and long ribbons would be decorative enough, but not extravagant. You stood on the ladder, pinning the folds of fabric under the silver flowers.
"None of this matters anyway." Barbatos spoke too melancholy for him.
"Why?"
"When you appear at the door, beautiful as the sun itself, all the decorations will fade in your light anyway. And since everything takes place in the evening, you will replace the real sun for us."
You fell off the ladder when you heard him. Literally. Luckily, the demon caught you with a wide smile as you covered your face with your hands with a groan. He smelled like a fresh meadow on a summer morning, and was just as radiant.
"You don't say things like that out of surprise!"
"If you keep falling into my arms like that, that's exactly what I'll be doing."
Even if you wanted to, you couldn't get mad at him.
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Glasyalabolas is responsible for drinks and snacks. You had some bad feelings at first, but when you walked over the buffet, they all evaporated. You reached for the beautifully smelling punch. Before you grabbed the ladle, a large hand covered yours.
"It's not for you."
You turned on your heel, ready to be outraged, but then a mountain of a man placed a beautifully decorated glass of sweet-smelling wine in your hand.
"My queen should not drink the same as her subjects."
You raised your eyebrows in amusement. The wine was indeed surprisingly sweet, yet with a dry note.
"So what will your queen eat and drink at the party?"
"Let me present." He took you to a small table where the snacks looked surprisingly earthy. Emotion rose in your throat.
"Is this for me?"
"Only."
You took one of the macaroons and stood on your tiptoes to put it in the huge demon's mouth.
"So I'd like you to try them with me."
Only after the ball did you learn that everyone who drank the punch complained of an almond taste and stomach pain. The only thing that didn't taste suspicious was the snacks from the small table in the corner of the room...
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The maids who were sent to help you get ready to go were finishing pinning up your hair and fixing your makeup when you heard a knock on the door. They mingled at your dressing table and left through the back door, whispering among themselves. They were nice, but you were a bit tired of all the preparations. Was all this really necessary?
"Please come in."
You saw the reflection of Foras entering in the mirror. Even though there's no loop around your neck, you've forgotten how to breathe. Instead of his usual uniform, he wore a formal suit, with a noose instead of a tie. You stood up to get a better look. And you saw there was delight on his face to rival yours.
"You look..." He couldn't find the words. He blinked, took your hand and leaned in to kiss it. "Perfect is too weak a word to describe you."
You no longer regret the time spent at the dressing table.
"You also."
"And lovely, too." He brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead. "It's an honor to accompany you."
"Charmer."
You took his arm. His eyes said that he would rather stay here, keep you to himself and admire your beautiful appearance piece by piece, taking off your pins, jewelry, and finally your clothes, slowly, one by one, savoring each step. You felt the same way.
"I spent too much time getting ready to spoil it now. But once I show myself to the others, we can come back..."
"They don't deserve to look at you." It slipped out before he could stop himself.
You gripped his arm tighter, ran your fingers down his palm, along his long fingers and veins, and intertwined your hands. Even though you were both waiting for this ball, it suddenly started bothering you. All you needed was each other. But you both knew your responsibilities too well not to go.
[Pspsps, if you would like to see the continuation… ]
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Leviathan is perfect, as is the entire celebration. But he only appeared for a moment, at the beginning, and you never saw him again. It took a while for you to slip out and find him in the tower of the palace, looking out the window at the feast in the market square. He liked this place. He saw everything that was happening around him, and at the same time he was not surrounded by people. With you, the slow music from the ballroom came through the open door.
"The King of Hades is perfect, right?"
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but at least he finally noticed you.
"There should be no doubt about it."
"I wondered if he could dance perfectly too."
He pulled away and stood straight, one hand on his back and the other outstretched towards you. "What a cheap move. If you wanted to dance, all you had to do was say so."
But despite his perfect posture, you saw that he couldn't help himself and looked you up and down. You accepted his hand, placing the other on his shoulder. The silk shirt was as soft to the touch as the muscles you felt beneath it.
"In a perfect scenario, the prince should be the one to ask the princess to dance, you know?"
"This is life, not a fairy tale. I am the king. And you are not allowed to dance with any of the princes."
You giggled, but then he pulled your waist tighter to him. The music, the darkness of the room, the laughter coming from the market square and, above all, the charming man who guided your steps made you have to disagree with him.
"That's right. It's not a fairy tale." You whispered, dancing so close that you rested your head on his chest. "That's much better."
And even though you couldn't see it, or that's why, Leviathan lifted the corners of his mouth as he held you in his arms.
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