when the lilies bloom

Hades is definitely a very present father. From the pregnancy to raising the child, rest assured he's there. He's a family man!!

He's giving girl dad. He'd be so proud of his baby girl's every achievement like first word, first steps, first everything.

She'd have his eyes and your hair, her features a good mix of you both.

Suddenly, the god of the underworld isn't as fearsome as he was sitting on his throne now that there was a little girl covered in pink from head to toe on his lap.

He'd watch with a smile on his face as his little one interacts with her uncles, his heart full of joy to see the people he loves most together.

Hades would definitely be the type of dad to go along with her daughter's wishes. It'd look almost comical how a big man like himself managed to squeeze onto a small, pink chair during one of your daughter's tea parties with her stuffed toys.

She won't go a night without him reading her a bed time story or him tucking her to bed, giving her a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room.

And when she has nightmares? He's immediately there to comfort her, reassuring her that no monster will reach her so long as he was there and that no one will hurt even a strand of her hair.

He'd spoil her daughter no doubt, she's daddy's princess after all. From toys, clothes, food, you name it. Though you'd always make sure to step in whenever necessary so that she won't grow up too spoiled.

He's also a protective dad. He'll make sure everyone respects not only him but also his family. He loves his family and he won't be ashamed to show that to anyone.

His muscles aren't there for no reason. He'd have you folded in half, the thick girth of his cock sloppily thrusting in and out of your dripping hole. He loves how he could easily dominate you with his strength, trapping you underneath his muscular body. His hand can easily hold both of your wrists, whether it be above your head or on your back as he takes you from behind.

With his strength, he can easily put you in any position he wants. And his favorite would definitely be a full nelson, especially in front of a mirror. He'd whisper the dirtiest things in your ear as he watches you cry on his cock in the reflection. He'd put you in a mating press any time of the week, reaching the deepest he could go inside of you, leaving you a babbling mess.

It was during a party that Apollo first laid his eyes on you.

Music wafted through the air, coupled with the laughter and chatter of gods and goddesses as they drank wine that overflowed from their goblets. The servants moved with precision, making sure no god was left unsatisfied.

And in the middle of the celebration, was you. You and your sisters— but Apollo's eyes only saw you.

A nymph with a beauty that could rival even Aphrodite's and his. A beauty that made him almost jealous but a beauty he could definitely admire.

You danced as carefree as the wind yet with precision that only years of practice could achieve. And that smile of yours— oh, he could even dream about it.

Your smile and laughter sounded like music to his ears, your dance alone showed how much passion and love you had for the art. And as the god of art, he was beyond captivated.

He felt something he hadn't felt in a long while, he couldn't put his finger on it just yet but it was there and it prevented him from sleep that night.

When the dance had ended, much to his dismay, he approached you. With a smile as dazzling as the sun, he asked for your name.

Only to be met with a look of disdain. As if petrified by Medusa's gaze, Apollo froze in shock. It was the first time someone had such a look when they first met him.

Turns out, you weren't a fan of him. You hated his narcissism and arrogance, avoiding him since that night. Apollo couldn't understand but he was hell-bent on winning you over.

Then the courting began. It started with expensive gifts, from rare flowers to glittering jewelry. But none seemed to appease you, all was returned. He started trying to flirt with you, only to be turned down again and again.

It almost drove the sun god insane. How does his beauty and power not fascinate you? It left him frustrated. But then it hit him one day.

He watched you from a distance, curious to see what you were up to. Only to see you practicing your dance by the courtyard.

He realized that none of those flashy gifts or his attempts at flirting were the way. And so, he approached you with his lyre in hand.

His fingers glided over the strings with precision, fitting your dance like a glove. You were surprised at first, but the enchanting tune ensnared you and you danced to your heart's content.

When he first heard about your pregnancy, Qin Shi Huang was ecstatic. His beloved Empress was finally bearing an heir.

He immediately ordered the servants to tend to your every whim. They already do before you were even pregnant, but it just increased ten fold.

You have a weird craving in the middle of the night? The cooks are wide awake to cook you what you want. The fine silk feels itchy to you? They're immediately discarded and replaced with the material you're most comfortable with. Your morning sickness is bad? The royal physicians are already in the room.

He's a busy man, but he manages to squeeze in time in his schedule to come visit you and check up on how you're doing.

He's a prideful king, but in the privacy of your shared bedroom, he kneels only for you and your unborn child.

He would often press the side of his head against your belly, eyes closed and just listening to the little life inside to remind him that there was a little him and you in there.

His hands would often settle themselves on your round belly, a big smile on his face as he talks to the baby. He'll talk about how they'll carry on his legacy, how they'll be a strong ruler just like their father and how proud he already is of them.

He'll talk about you regardless if the other person is listening or not. He'll boast about how beautiful and glowing his Empress is when pregnant.

Whenever you're in the same room, his eyes would always be fixed on you. His eyes would take in how gorgeous you were carrying his child, the curve of your belly and the reminder that you both did that never failed to make his heart skip a beat.

When time came to deliver the baby, he was by your side. He refused to leave, afraid of what might happen to you and the baby. He would hold your hand and he wouldn't mind if you broke a finger or two from clutching it so hard during labor.