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mpxartemis​:

(...) She shrugged, taking a sip of her water and leaning against the kitchen counter. “I’ll try it now.” She was hungry, after all. And relieved by the offer to heat up the food for her, since the last time she had tried to use the microwave had been rather disastrous. Would Apollo be mad if she set up a cooking fire in the loft, she wondered? She had heard that people could have fires in their homes, and it would make cooking so much easier…

artemis speaks to him of how lonely her life might have become out in the woods now that there are less of her huntresses to accompany her and he actually feels for his daughter, gaze shifting back towards her to take in her expression for a moment. artemis is awkward with speaking of her emotions, of course, but when she adds that last part, he shakes his head briefly.

“you don’t have to do it because everyone else is doing it,” he tells her in a soft tone of voice, a genuine care now lacing his words that had been absent in the past centuries of his life since being away from his family. they are a blessing and a curse on his life, after all, and no matter how much he has learned to detest some of them, there are also those that he will never be unable to love. “but becoming more at ease in this modern world might enable you to find more people again who would love to join you in your forests. humanity is growing tired of their technology all on their own, i’m sure you can find plenty willing.”

that is all the advice he decides to give, however, not wanting to push his daughter or even thread on territory that isn’t his to set foot in. so instead of speaking more on the matter, he walks back towards his daughter’s kitchen and easily picks the containers of food up from where he left them, to put it all back into a pot on the fire and reheat it.

mpxartemis​:

(...) “You didn’t need to stay, dad,” she continued, her tone neutral. It was not like she was mad that he had stayed - after all, she was probably one of the few children he had who still had some affection for him, given how dysfunctional their family was. Of course, her affection was, in no small part, due to the fact that Zeus had always favoured her. So, she probably should not have been surprised that he had stuck around to spend more time with her. “What did you end up cooking? Sorry I fell asleep, this city living thing is killing me.”

it’s only a few hours later that something stirs within the house again, the silence broken by more than just the swish of him turning pages in the book. he’s been somewhat immersed in the story by now, but easily pulled out of it when his daughter speaks as she makes her way into the living room. he looks up from the book to follow her with his gaze, smiling when she simply takes a glass of water to drink, smiling wider when she tells him he didn’t need to stay.

“i wanted to,” is all he gives her in way of an explanation, not moving from the couch just yet. “i made a stew i think you’ll like, with boiled potatoes.” he looks at her from his position in the couch, his small a soft and almost private thing, meant for no one but her right now, and more genuine than a lot of his expressions tend to be. “if you hate the city living why don’t you go reside in the forest, my dear?”

seonghwaxmp​:

(...) “If I had more practice I could have toppled you-”

It may not have been the best thing to say, but it is the first that comes to mind amidst his confusion and the unusual way his pulse leaps at the suggestion of the tables being turned.

at the young man’s bitten words, zeus merely tilts his head back and laughs freely. he’s not necessarily laughing at the young man, but he’s definitely amused by the claim. he looks back down only when he’s let his mirth run its course, eyes sparking with the electricity of this encounter and the joy he gets from having another person pinned down like this, completely at his mercy. this man should be glad he is a merciful god, and not a vengeful one.

“it would take more practice than even your demigod lifespan could ever give you, handsome,” he says lightly, his claim easy but convinced. when he leans down this time, it’s to let his lips brush softly over the slope of his current partner’s temple, pressing a little closer when he reaches down to his cheek.

“now tell me,” he says then, indulgent if anything. “what is it you have been so futilely trying to achieve with me? is it control you wanted? or just the suffering?” he raises an eyebrow, smirking once more as he takes in the already flushed and already quite more of a mess than he had been at the party. he shifts down then, so he can press his lips to the centre of the young man’s throat, and then gently take the skin between his teeth, as if proving on some base level that if he wanted to tear this man’s throat out right there and then, he could just do it.

aphroditexmp​:

(...) “He’s not good for nothing, Daddy,” she insisted, always ready to defend Ares, “We actually met up again here. It’d been a long time for us too. I have to confess that I’d taken to running away with the mortals - it was fun while it lasted.” With a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, she’d reached over to entwine her arm with his, smiling up at him.

“Are you busy tonight, Daddy? Come over for dinner,” she said with a flutter of her lashes.

he smirks lightly when she says her brother isn’t good for nothing, because he can think of one thing she would definitely think ares is good for. the one thing that keeps drawing them together, he’d say. the one thing that drives so many of them, mortal and immortal alike.

when aphrodite links their arms, he lets her, because he has no objection to it, and he even gladly indulges the question she asks of him. “how could i refuse a dinner with my daughter?” he says with great charm, and smiles warmly at her, reaching up his free hand to briefly tap a fingertip to her nose before he focuses on the road ahead of them.

mpxfelix​:

(...) “I’m glad you’re back! And yeah, I think I have. I’ve made lots of friends, and my mom is here, and I have a boyfriend, and I’m about to open an ice cream shop,” he babbled as he put the kettle on, putting a tea bag in one mug and a generous scoop of hot chocolate mix into the other. “What have you been up to? What do gods do outside of the island? I don’t think I’ve ever thought to ask about that. Do you just, like, hang out with the humans? Or is there a real god place like in Disney’s Hercules movie?”

he smiles when the look felix fixes on his face is absolutely devoid of any recognition whatsoever - as expected - and then laughs a little when the young boy tries to talk himself out of his accusation. “it’s alright,” he says lightly, and he’s glad to see that felix still enjoys the affections bestowed upon him, because he’s gotten so used to being affectionate with this boy he doesn’t think he could be any other way - at least not without serious reason to.

he follows felix to the kitchen, taking in the setup of it. some things have changed, but most of it is the same. he thinks he could look through the cupboards and still find everything he needs for making dinner once again. but he’s not here to do that today. he is more than happy to listen to felix babble, though, nodding his head when he hears about felix’s mom being around. he knew that. the boyfriend part, though, that’s news. and surprising as well. he really didn’t think felix was the boyfriend type. as in; he seemed to innocent for it. but then he had been on the island for several years now, he must have grown in some ways at least. getting a boyfriend, opening up a store.

he’s given absolutely zero time to respond to any of it, however, as a series of questions follow that have him smiling ever wider, until by the time the last question hits him, he’s just looking at the young demigod with a warm fondness full of actual amusement. “there is,” he says with a simple nod of his head, speaking ever so slowly as if trying to give the boy the opportunity to realise the truth himself before zeus speaks it aloud. “it’s called mount phoenix.” he chuckles softly then, shaking his head lightly and stepping forward so he can run another hand over felix’s hair, fingers slipping through the blond locks and temporarily settling in the back of the young boy’s neck. he gives it a gentle squeeze as well, almost fatherly - if that were something people would associate with him at all, that is.

with || @mpxtohil || 

it’s not often that he doesn’t enjoy his council duties. even after all these years, taking care of the rules and regulations and making sure people stick to them is still something he takes pride in and finds satisfaction in.

but that job is made almost twenty million times better when the person he needs to talk to about some official fire department stuff turns out to be one of the most hottest people he’s ever come across - pun intended. he makes sure to introduce himself politely and seriously, so that the lieutenant will know he’s not joking about the new council regulations for interventions.

the moment he’s made his official speech, though, and they’re calmly settling into what is more of friendly small talk than any official business, his smile turns a little more sultry and he allows his eyes to roam the mayan god’s face and body. it’s probably not the first time they meet - he honestly doubts there’s any god he hasn’t met before - but if they’ve seen each other in the past, he’s quite certain tohil didn’t look like this. so if he’s giving his eyes a little bit more to feast on than he maybe should, that’s not an issue, he thinks.

“oh,” he says when he remembers something new, and very slowly moves his gaze back up to meet with tohil’s, lips slowly folding into a meaningful smile, though his words don’t at all fit with the expression. “i was also asked by the chief of police to ask your team to send over the paperwork on the last three months’ interventions so they can cross-check with their own. make sure to do that by the end of the week, yes?”

with || @aresmp || continued from here: 

“Why thank you father,” The sneer was already in place as he beheld the one god he probably should not piss off, but did anyway as history chronicled. “Wanna use them to replace your nonexistent balls?” He turns away to march up to the entrance of Babylon, not at all caring if Zeus would follow or not. Seeing as how the supreme god of everything shitty liked to do whatever he wanted, damn the consequences, Ares didn’t give a crap either.

“Am I going to hear why the fuck you’re here?”

zeus casually tucks his hands into his pockets and looks after his son as ares marches up the steps of the business they’re next to. he’d been on a walk to reacquaint himself with even the less familiar corners of the city when he’d come across his son. it figures that a place like babylon is run by someone like ares; he definitely can’t fault the logic in that.

“perhaps you will,” he says simply when he’s asked that question, and smiles lightly as he watches his son shove a key into the lock to enter the premises. “or perhaps you will find out instead.” he lets his gaze go over ares’ shape, then moves it back to the door before looking towards the street he’d been walking through.

with || @mpxhel || continued from here:

"I concur." Hel says with an elegant shrug, studying the taller god with steady grey eyes, the barest hint of amusement lurking behind them. "Seeing as how I seem to owe this drink to you, and yet. I have no idea who you are." She gestures at the thin flute of champagne, still untouched. It was not uncommon for Hel to visit a bar or two after a night's work, alcohol hardly had any effect on a half-dead goddess, but the taste lingered enough that she didn't mind partaking.

"Do you make it a custom to purchase drinks for beings you just met?"

"usually, yes,” zeus agrees easily to the question about his customs, and the smile he sends the norse goddess’s way is charming in every way. not flirty, not leering, just warm and appreciative of her little joke. and if she was serious about it, that’s fine for him as well.

“my name is zeus,” he says after taking a sip of his own drink, and gives no further explanation. most people have heard of his name in some way or form, after all, and on the rare occasion when they haven’t, he’ll be more than happy to provide further information when asked about it. “you looked like you might enjoy this particular drink,” he adds after a moment. “it’s particularly sweet.”

with || @aphroditexmp || continued from here:

She huffed, a pout forming on her lips as she looked up at her father - the man she loved and yet had disappointed her time and time again. "I assume that you're not calling me a nightmare, Daddy," she said, the hint of hurt hidden in her playful tone, "That wouldn't be very nice of you considering how long it's been."

his smile is surprisingly warm when aphrodite pouts at him and he reaches out a hand to run a hand over her hair, careful not to ruin any part of it in the process because he knows how much her looks matter to his daughter.

“you are always a dream, beloved,” he says gently, as he lets his fingers run down the side of her face, thumb resting briefly on her chin. “i was merely joking.” he brushes his thumb over her skin and then lets go of her entirely in order to be able to take a proper look at her.

with || @mpxartemis || continued from here: 

Artemis hadn't fallen asleep on purpose - but moving to the city had fucked up her sleep schedule so tremendously, it would have basically been impossible for her to not drift off while Zeus was chattering on and cooking dinner. It didn't help, perhaps, that he had showed up without warning (well, maybe - it was possible he had contacted Apollo on one of those phone things and her brother just hadn't told her), and she had already been half-asleep on the couch despite it being early in the evening.

She didn't stir until she felt herself being lifted up, heavy eyelids fluttering open only briefly, as if to check that she wasn't being carried off by a monster or enemy. "I'm not a baby," she mumbled, huffing softly. Clearly it did not bother her that much, though, because the next moment she buried her face in his shoulder and drifted back off.

the visit to his daughter’s place had been a spur of the moment thing. hearing that artemis and apollo had come to the island was a sort of bittersweet thing, because for all that he is fond of his family, they are a double-edged sword in his life whenever he returns to them. but artemis is... well; artemis. he has always been fond of her, has always had a soft spot for her and allowed her much more than any of his other children. and in return; she has always been one of the least judgemental.

so when he turns around from his just as impromptu cooking session to find her dozed off on the couch, there is only warmth and a particular brand of affection that can be found inside of him very rarely, when looking upon one of his children who hasn’t annoyed the fuck out of him yet over the span of their lifetime. it’s therefore with gentle hands that he lifts his daughter from the couch, and with a small smile that he hears her mumble those words to him.

“you will always be my baby,” he says softly in return, turning his head so he can press a sweet little kiss to her temple before she buries herself away against his neck, and gone she is again. he doesn’t mind, carries her to the bed and puts her down gently, tucks her in just as gently, and leaves another kiss on her forehead before he straightens. he looks down at her a moment longer, just to treasure this moment. sometimes there is a peacefulness in being with his family, after all. sometimes.