As Zeus slept peacefully, completely oblivious to the world around him, two shadowy figures silently crept into his grand chamber. The moonlight filtering through the window caught just enough of their movements to reveal a mischievous glint in their eyes. Without making a sound, they carefully coated Zeus's hands with a generous amount of magical hair removal foam, working quickly before retreating back into the darkened hallway, stifling their laughter.
As the two figures made their way out, the smaller one glanced up at his companion with raised brows and whispered, his tone half-curious, half-teasing, "I didn't think you'd be into this kind of thing, Hades."
Hades smirked, his eyes gleaming faintly in the dim corridor. "Messing with my brother?" he whispered back, voice dripping with satisfaction. "Of course I'd enjoy that." He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a roll of duct tape with a wicked grin. "Now…" he said, spinning the roll in his hand, "let's get Demeter next."
Tet, standing just behind him, couldn't suppress his amusement. He flashed a wide, playful grin and whispered, "We should hang out more."
But before either of them could take another step, a quiet yet stern voice came from behind, laced with mild disapproval.
"Not if this is what you get up to," the voice said.
Both Tet and Hades froze instantly, their bodies stiffening like guilty children caught red-handed. Slowly, they turned around to find Hestia standing there, arms crossed firmly over her chest, one delicate eyebrow arched as she fixed them both with a calm yet piercing stare.
Tet's confident grin immediately faltered, and he pointed subtly toward Hades. "Hades… help," he whispered, his tone half-pleading, half-panicked.
But Hades only took a cautious step back, hands raised in mock surrender as he smirked. "Help yourself," he said with zero remorse. "I'm leaving before I get caught in the crossfire."
Without another word, he vanished in a flicker of dark smoke, abandoning Tet without hesitation.
"Traitor!" Tet hissed under his breath, glaring at the empty space Hades once occupied.
Before Tet could even think of an escape plan, Hestia walked up to him, her expression somewhere between exasperation and amusement. Without saying a word, she reached out, pinched his cheek firmly, and began dragging him away then teleporting to his realm.
Tet yelped softly, both embarrassed and defeated, his free hand flailing a little as he muttered, "Ow, ow, ow! Okay, okay! I surrender!"
But Hestia's only response was a quiet sigh as she pulled him along, shaking her head with the patience of someone who had long since grown used to Tet's antics.
Back home, Hestia crossed her arms and gave Tet a mildly exasperated look before sighing softly. "Don't you have better things to do besides messing with Zeus?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of playful scolding.
Tet leaned back lazily, flashing her a relaxed grin. "Other than spending time with you? Not really," he admitted casually, resting his hands behind his head. "I've already got a lot of people playing games, and I kinda need some of them to finish before I can do other things. I'm not ready to grab another world yet… plus, I don't wanna leap forward in time again. Too many spoilers," he added with a dramatic shudder.
Hestia tilted her head slightly, her expression softening as a faint smile curved her lips. "Well then," she said gently, "let's do something together."
Tet blinked, straightening a little, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hestia's smile widened into a playful grin as she clasped her hands behind her back. "Oh, let's go to that world you went to recently," she suggested with a cheerful lilt in her voice. "I'd like to go there for some fun."
Tet's grin mirrored hers as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "Just the two of us?" he asked, his tone teasing yet hopeful.
Hestia nodded with a soft hum, her cheeks faintly dusted pink. "Uh-huh."
A flash of light later, Tet and Hestia found themselves in the One Piece world, now sailing across the vast, endless ocean on a massive galleon. The ship was enchanted, moving as though alive, its grand sails catching the salty sea breeze as it steered itself effortlessly through the waves.
High above, the ship's flag billowed proudly in the wind—a striking emblem of a king chess piece shrouded in roaring flames, signifying Tet's unmistakable presence. Hestia leaned against the polished railing, her hair dancing in the breeze, while Tet stood nearby with his hands tucked into his pockets, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips as the scent of the open sea filled the air.
Hestia then snapped her fingers, and in a flash of golden flame, her form shifted dramatically. She transformed from her usual petite and youthful appearance into that of a stunning woman in her early twenties. Her silky brown hair was now tied into a neat ponytail, her usual dress replaced by a sleek white swimsuit that perfectly complemented her figure, and a pair of stylish black sunglasses rested over her warm, fiery eyes.
Tet froze. His eyes widened, his mouth hanging open slightly as he took in Hestia's now tall and curvy figure, the sunlight glinting off her flawless skin. She noticed his expression, rolled her eyes playfully, and reached forward to gently close his mouth with a single finger. Then, cupping his cheek with her soft hand, she let out a light, teasing chuckle and said,
"You've had your fill. Now… it's your turn to change."
Before Tet could respond, Hestia turned around, pretending to admire the endless expanse of the glittering sea while giving him privacy to change. However, as she faced the ocean, her heart raced, and her thoughts swirled wildly.
So… adult Hestia is confident Hestia, Tet thought to himself, smirking faintly as he began his transformation.
Meanwhile, behind her sunglasses, Hestia's cheeks burned bright red as she thought, I can't believe I just did that! Ugh, I'm so embarrassed… maybe I should've asked someone for advice first…
A sudden flash of light pulled her from her spiraling thoughts, and when she turned around, her breath caught in her throat. Tet now stood taller than her, his white hair slightly shorter and tousled by the sea breeze. His sharp, masculine features gave him a striking, mature charm, his lean muscles were perfectly defined without being overly bulky, and he wore swim trunks patterned in shades of red and blue. Despite his more adult appearance, his eyes still held the same mischievous sparkle she adored.
Hestia's face turned an even deeper shade of crimson, the flames in her eyes flaring brighter for just a moment before she quickly composed herself, clearing her throat.
"Well…" she began softly, trying to sound casual despite the heat in her cheeks, "shall we have some fun?"
Tet's lips curved into a playful grin as he tilted his head slightly. "Alright," he said smoothly, "what first?"
Hestia placed a hand on her hip, giving him a gentle, confident smile. "I thought we could start with some swimming and fishing… and then see where the day takes us."
Tet's grin widened, his tone warm and excited as he replied, "Sounds good."
The two of them swam in the open sea, laughing and enjoying themselves for hours. The massive galleon had been anchored above a calm belt, where the waters were serene and the sunlight danced across the waves. Without fear, the two gods swam freely alongside enormous Sea Kings, their divine presence keeping the beasts docile. Hestia would occasionally dive beneath the surface,while Tet floated on his back with a relaxed grin, watching her playfully splash water his way.
Eventually, when they grew bored of swimming, they climbed back aboard their enchanted galleon and set sail once more, letting the warm breeze wash over them as they chatted and enjoyed each other's company. The sound of crashing waves and distant seabirds filled the air—peaceful and serene—until the sudden boom of a cannon shattered the calm.
A cannonball whistled past them, splashing violently into the sea. Both Tet and Hestia turned sharply, their eyes narrowing as they spotted a pirate ship on the horizon rapidly closing in on them. For a brief moment, there was silence between them—then they locked eyes and grinned, their mischievous smiles perfectly in sync.
Without a single word, the two gods snapped their fingers,and in an instant, their swimsuits vanished—replaced by full pirate attire.
Tet now stood proudly at the helm, wearing a long crimson overcoat lined with gold, a green dress shirt tucked neatly beneath, blue trousers, and polished brown boots. Atop his head rested a deep red tricorn hat, slightly tilted. His white hair danced in the breeze, and his playful smirk hinted at the chaos to come.
Hestia's transformation was just as striking. She now wore a sleek brown leather coat that hugged her curves, beneath which was a white dress shirt tucked into soft brown leather pants and matching knee-high boots. A brown tricorn hat adorned with a long white feather completed her daring new look. Her eyes gleamed like fire, and she twirled a cutlass in her hand with an eager grin.
The two gods took the wheel and steered the massive galleon straight toward the approaching pirate ship, laughter bubbling between them as the salty wind whipped through their hair. Their ship moved like a phantom across the waves, its sails glowing faintly with divine energy.
That day, many pirate ships were sent to the depths. No one knew who was responsible. All anyone could whisper about afterward was the appearance of a new legend upon the Grand Line—one that sent shivers down the spines of even the boldest pirates.
Rumors spread of a ghost ship that roamed the seas, a colossal galleon with no captain and no crew, yet whose cannons roared like thunder. It was said that any ship daring to approach too closely would come under relentless, unprovoked attack, sinking without a trace beneath the waves. And yet… sailors swore that upon its deck, bathed in an eerie glow, sat a towering hoard of plundered treasure, gleaming temptingly beneath the sun.
Some claimed it was cursed.
Others called it divine retribution.
But one thing was certain— the phantom galleon had become a nightmare of the Grand Line.
The two of them had returned to their realm, still in their adult forms and still dressed as pirates, their clothes slightly tousled from their little adventure. As they passed by the theater, they suddenly heard Apollo shout, his voice sharp with disbelief, "Hold the hell on! Where were you two just now?!"
Tet, wearing a mischievous grin, casually replied, "We went pirating."
Hermes and Apollo both froze, staring at them with wide eyes before their expressions shifted into exaggerated pouts. In perfect unison, they said, "Without us?!"
Hestia chuckled softly, resting a hand on her hip as she smiled at their sulking faces. "Well, it started out as a date," she said warmly. "So… yeah, we didn't bring you."
Apollo threw his hands in the air dramatically, his voice full of mock indignation. "Fine! Me and Hermes will go be pirates on our own!"
Tet just shrugged with a playful smirk and said, "Have fun. Just… don't touch our ship. I set it up to be a fun challenge for the sailors in that world."
Hestia giggled at his warning, and the two of them walked hand in hand back to the living room. They eventually lounged together on the couch, sinking into the cushions as the afterglow of their little adventure hung between them. Hestia leaned against Tet's shoulder, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"Feel better now?" she asked gently, her voice quiet and affectionate.
Tet looked down at her, his eyes softening as he hesitated for a moment, his thoughts visibly conflicted. But then, with a small, decisive smile, he made up his mind. Without another word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
Hestia's eyes went wide in shock, her breath catching in her throat—but only for a heartbeat. Her surprise melted into warmth as she closed her eyes and kissed him back, her cheeks burning crimson.
When they finally broke the kiss, Tet kept her close, his arms wrapping around her. His voice was low, steady, and full of quiet contentment as he said, "I feel much better now. Thank you, dear."
Hestia, her face flushed and her heart racing, gave him a bright, bashful smile and replied softly, "You're welcome, darling."
Unbeknownst to the two of them, Hermes and Apollo had been secretly watching from around the corner the entire time. Both wore matching, smug smiles. Apollo nudged Hermes lightly with his elbow and whispered with a grin, "I told you. They've already decided they like each other. Now they're just going to keep escalating… and who knows? In a year or two, I might be the best man at their wedding."
Hermes raised an eyebrow, giving Apollo a skeptical look. "Why would you be the best man?"
Apollo turned to him, offended, and shot back confidently, "Why wouldn't I?"
Hermes just sighed and shook his head, muttering something under his breath. Apollo, however, was far too pleased with himself to care. Finally, Apollo clapped his hands together and said, "Now come on, let's go back to watching your boys and leave them alone."
With that, the two gods quietly slipped back into the theater, leaving Tet and Hestia to their well-earned moment of peace.