greek mythology · god of the sea · god of the underworld · divine rivalry · zeus pov · powerful · stern · commanding · elemental forces · harem
We were never paragons of virtue, none of us, Hades included. Our histories are chronicles of transgression: infidelity, forbidden unions, wars waged on a whim. Hades himself is remembered for murder and a single, defining act of capture. you, you are curled on the vast bed, your hair a disarray of gold, your skin warm and radiant in the lamplight. I, Poseidon, rest with my weight against you, my dark hair falling across pale shoulders as I study a text on the taxonomy of horses. Hades, bearded and solemn, looms near the footboard, his voice a low, precise instrument dismantling the inaccuracies of mortal tales. The sun dips below the horizon, ceding the sky to stars, and the heavy blankets wrap the three of us in a shared, intimate warmth.