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And even if their future were to unravel, he would fight for it. Desperately.
“Boo!” Hades whirled and punched Hermes in the face. The God of Mischief stumbled back and clamped his hands over his nose. “Motherfucker! Why did you do that?” he demanded. “You scared me,” Hades said simply, lips curling at the sight of the god’s pain. “I did not,” Hermes said, dropping his hands. Any evidence of the strike to the face was already healed. “You wanted to punch me.”
“You are my weakness, losing you is my greatest fear, and your love is my most treasured possession.”
“I just really need you to understand, I’m only the messenger.” Hades waited, and after a moment, Hermes closed his eyes and lifted his middle finger.
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“Find. My. Queen!” he commanded.
“Get wet, Daddy Death,” Hermes said.