A GOD OF WAR

this is just like that hallmark movie we watched.

can you stop quoting that horrible hallmark movie?

i am never watching a movie with you again.

come kiss me under the mistletoe.

i didn't realize it was going to be this cold. maybe i should go grab my jacket.

how do you plan on celebrating the new year?

have you ever made a snow angel?

well, don't you look festive!

i already bought your present this year.

could you help me hang this? i can't reach.

maybe we should turn the lights down low.

i'm really not a fan of the colder months.

i might need your help this year.

will you stay up with me to watch the ball drop?

that's not how we celebrate where i'm from.

i'll teach you all the family traditions.

we're getting everyone together for a big dinner!

how much time did you take off from work?

you sound congested. are you coming down with something?

that's the worst snowman i have ever seen.

i'm making hot cocoa. you want one?

i think we just lost power.

oh no. you are not getting me sick.

that's the ugliest sweater i have ever seen.

there's nothing to celebrate.

your singing is atrocious.

make that your new year's resolution.

come sit with me? it's nice and warm over here.

how does the song go? the weather outside is frightful...

the holidays were never very happy for me.

can we just plan for a night in? just the two of us?

i don't do well at parties.

are you expecting a white christmas this year?

behavior like that will put you on santa's naughty list.

if you put on another hallmark christmas movie, i will scream.

this is the season for giving, you know.

i could use some help scraping all this snow off my car.

the last time we went out for a walk in weather like this, you pushed me into a snowbank.

i still haven't forgiven you for hitting me in the head with a snowball.

it's supposed to get even colder tonight.

want to snuggle up by the fire with me?

this holiday means a lot to me.

i'd love to celebrate with you this year.

don't worry. i'll make all the food.

i'm having company over tonight.

your hands are freezing! let me warm them up.

i prefer sinatra's christmas songs, personally.

do you celebrate anything this time of year?

did your family have any holiday traditions growing up?

do you put up a real tree or a fake one?

we're going to my favorite chinese restaurant. it's basically tradition at this point.

i guess this means we're snowed in.

we should share a bed. you know. for warmth.

if you start getting cold, you could come sit by me.

personally, i understand where scrooge is coming from.

what's your favorite movie to watch this time of year?

we're going to cook one of my favorite meals.

the house smells incredible.

what are you doing new year's eve?

would you celebrate it? with me?

if the polar express showed up at your doorstep, would you hop on?

it's starting to snow.

while i finish this up, would you light the fire?

tell me about your holiday traditions.

is this colder than you're used to?

you didn't have to get me anything.

i thought we weren't exchanging gifts this year.

The publicity for every season gets more and more insufferable, he wanted to say. We are just dolls to them. Ares knew that McCone could relate ; the younger man's interview had been before his own.

Instead of speaking, he gripped McCone's upper arms, leaned in, and pressed his mouth firmly to the other man's. He walked them back and placed McCone's spine to the wall. Ares' fingers dug into McCone's sleeves. The bruises he was sure to leave were proof that they were alive and capable of feeling something beyond trapped — contrary to what the Network insisted.

Ares kissed McCone until his chest felt fit to burst. He was shaking, weak - kneed, and viscerally angry. When he could no longer stand it, Ares moved his head away. His spit - shiny, stinging lips sought out McCone's throat instead.

"Pants off, Evan," Ares breathed. "I need you."

— from @onceyourgod . unprompted

There was barely any time for Evan to place his tablet on the nearest surface - it went directly to the polished floor, clattering loudly and potentially cracking the screen. It was a good thing he had been standing near a vanity table; otherwise, Ares' sheer muscle strength would have brought the two of them down, creating even more noise to anyone potentially stationed outside.

But no matter how loud either of them got, not many people were willing to disturb the pair. There were few perks of having a glorified cage and the Network's leash around their necks - but the display of efficiency and deadliness on the television was not created in an editing room. Between Evan and Ares, they could easily take any assault team that was directed at the hunters for some minor disorder.

(Killian probably figured it was just cheaper to let them be.)

The kiss was not surprising - or the barely contained violence that came with it. It was a language that both of them understood well, without the need to disguise it for anything else. The bruising kisses, the iron-like grips, the painful hair-pulling and the mindless fucking were all very good coping mechanisms - not many available for people with public faces (or lack thereof) like theirs and such a résumé, after all.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Evan's voice was soft, but still rumbled with the familiar bass of an impending storm, "Your highness forgets, but I'm still your boss. You have to ask nicely, Ares," the younger male smirked, but the smugness of the gesture was all but lost; with the other hunter busying himself with the neck area, any display of amusement was useless. Still - Evan was the one individual who wasn't afraid to tease (or even bully) the darling and pride of their army.

(He had the moral high ground considering how Ares once tried to burn him alive - all he got were the scars over the flash of his face.)

"Present your case to the court," Evan chuckled, inhaling pleasantly and letting the wall take the job of keeping him standing. His gloved hands moved over Ares' body, grateful for the stylist who had selected the fingerless model - at least the pads of his digits could examine the garish fabric of his suit, pushing the strands of hair out of the way to gauge how sturdy the jacket was.

Julian Dillinger's rasping voice thanked Bobby for his welcome onto the stage. What a surprise, the host said, what an honor ! and Ares' breath hitched. He had walked past his father in this ridiculous suit, all dressed up for the entertainment circus that Julian Dillinger always gifted his latest and greatest military technology to.

Ares pushed his hips flush to McCone's in protest. His other palm pressed to the wall, which gave him the leverage he needed to hike McCone's leg up further. Ares held him there as his father spoke about how proud he was of his son. He's a good man, Julian Dillinger crooned ; the edge of Ares' teeth scraped over McCone's throat.

"I don't give a damn what you do with the jacket," Ares managed, finally leaning back to look at McCone properly. Brown hair cascaded down behind his shoulders. He shifted his hands : the one on McCone's leg slid to hold closer to the back of his leader's knee whilst its fellow wormed between their bodies. Ares cupped McCone's flaccid cock through the pants he so desperately wanted gone.

"I don't give a damn about anything," Ares corrected, pretty blue eyes long dark with the fury he felt toward the man who raised him. All of it was now aimed at McCone, packaged beautifully by the touch working at the younger man's groin with determination. "... except you."

[ damn it, that was too personal. ]

* change pronouns as needed. 

i’m much older than i thought i’d be. 

regret it later. 

all eyes are on you. 

don’t hold it against them. 

the reckoning has come today. 

things got worse when i met you.

you don’t know what i’ve been through. 

hey boss, how about a raise?

sorry that i can’t help you out.

she’s onto me. 

i’m touched you’ve opened up to me.

i’m in control. 

maybe third’s the charm. 

…and then he was gone. 

i did my best to make us whole again. 

it felt like i was someone else. 

do they know?

the doubt within me grows that we’ll meet again. 

i promised we’d stay friends. 

i changed the most of all. 

maybe it’s too late for us. 

there’s more than meets the eyes. 

it would tear you apart if you knew. 

whatever happened, i don’t wanna know. 

i wasn’t always a monster. 

you need to run!

i can’t say goodbye. 

no one will listen. 

i feel like she’s lying. 

i feel like i’m dying. 

why don’t you believe me?

maybe you’re right. 

who’s that i see? 

why do you want to stay? 

is this where you want to be?

The hand on Ares' clammy forehead moved downward, pressing a little palm to his stomach (all these years and she hasn't aged a day, nor has her skin improved, nor has any colour returned). This came with no relief; mostly, she wanted to touch where her new brothers and sisters were, and her mouth pulled into an excited smile as she did.

"Do you remember when Mr. Boogie used to be with us? When he wanted us to be quiet, always?"

Daddy was different that way, but Ashley didn't think it was bad so much as she thought it was new. It took her years to remember how to use her voice, though-- to remember that there was more than feeling, and belonging to one thing, and existing beyond the connection Bughuul provided. That she was Ashley and not just Mr. Boogie's family.

"We were always together inside." Dipping her head, Ashley's hair brushed Ares' stomach before her cracked cheek met the uneven, lumpy swell. "When Mr. Boogie was happy, we were all happy. And when he was hungry, we were hungry. It's kind of like that... I know because they're me, and I'm them, and we don't have to be lonely."

Of course, he remembered the feeling of being one - but - not, of being a part of something that consumed him wholly. It had been strangely welcoming and given him purpose. So much so, that when his sense of self was granted, he begged Ellison to return him back to that all - encompassing nothingness. To think, want, and hunger on his own terrified the newly - reborn Ares ; perhaps, that was why he needed Ellison's comfort in ways beyond simple verbal assurance.

The product of that need and his unflinching loyalty to the man who bore the mantle of his god stirred within his stretched womb, causing Ares to gasp in pain. He tried to cover it vainly. Ares realized that his hand still sat on little Ashley, and he lifted it away.

"I am sorry that I grew up," Ares whispered, eyes opening once again, "and therefore can't ... know them that way. It was worth it, though. I got to help our first family in such a unique way — and now I have the privilege of carrying your new siblings in our second family. These are your Daddy's babies, so they'll be sweet. Like you." His fingertip poked her nose gently.

[ it hurt, it hurt, it hurt. ]

yes, this moment is far better than anything downstairs has to offer.

here, with his lover and their child, the prince felt as if nothing could ever be better. a part of him still doubted he deserved this — after all the things he's done, what makes him warrant this perfection? no amount of penance would ever make him believe that he was worthy of this, but, regardless, adam was grateful. he would not take this blessing for granted.

ares' question grabbed his attention, those bright blues opening once more and locking onto the other prince's face. a breathy laugh fell from adam's lips, head shaking softly as he replied, “ what a silly question. ” whilst it is true that a princess would not be his heir — a rule and propriety that he found to be incredibly foolish, all things considered — there is not a single part of adam that would love a daughter any less than a son.

“ of course i would, ” he whispered, leaning down and pressing his forehead against ares'. “ i do not care about such things — all i care about is that i have the two of you by my side. that is all i want, darling. ”

for a moment, there was silence, though adam soon broke it by adding, “ though i hope you know, regardless of whether they are a prince or a princess, i have every intention of spoiling them rotten. ” the words are meant to add a bit of levity, hence the way that his lips twitched upwards into a hint of a smile. ironically, as if the baby were aware of his words, a kick landed beneath the princes' conjoined hands, a fact that has adam bursting into a fit of laughter.

Ares' coarse fingertips lifted from Adam's cheek to swipe vainly at his eyes. He blinked, he sniffed, he laughed lightly — and he celebrated the very human feeling of being so overwhelmed by love that his chest felt tight and mouth dry. Adam's kisses were welcome. Ares turned his head to accommodate the golden prince's attention to areas beyond his lips. As he did, his hand slipped through Adam's hair and cradled the back of his neck.

"We will always be yours," Ares murmured.

His teeth dug into his bottom lip then. Ares removed the palm pressed to his belly and placed it gently on Adam's side. He smiled knowingly to no one or thing in particular, chin tipped upwards to give Adam ample access to the flesh of his throat. Old, thin scars from his time in the forbidden wing webbed across the top of it.

"Of course I would allow it," Ares added, a bit of playfulness evident in the way he spoke. As blunt, as straightforward, as sure as ever. "Have I ever denied your spoiling, Adam ? My body is heavy with the proof of how much I enjoy it." A lie, in its own way : their baby ( and Ares' ability to nurture it ) were blessings. For the sake of his tease, however, Ares didn't care. Not when the evidence of his overjoyed tears still clung to his cheeks and his belly was a breath away from brushing Adam's body.

sometimes, adam felt as if this was all too perfect. as if he is going to wake up one day and it will all have turned out to be nothing more than a dream — that the pair of them are still cursed, and that this is nothing but a cruel figment of his imagination.

today though, none of those thoughts lingered in his head. how can they, when his lover touched him so carefully? when his tone is trying to coax him into staying right here in this bed with the two of them? ares would know that it never took much coaxing to get adam to stay — some princely responsibilities can be damned, and the new year preparations are one of them. at least for a little while.

“ lumiere can take care of it until i decide to go downstairs, ” he replied, leaning down and resting his forehead against ares'. “ i have much more important things to tend to this morning. ”

Under Adam's touch, their precious little thing suddenly rolled, surprising Ares. He sucked in a breath sharply. Ares' other hand cradled the golden prince's cheek while he recovered.

"That is what I wanted," Ares finally affirmed, voice low. "... what I want." With every even breath, the baby calmed. Ares glanced down at his bump, at their conjoined hands rubbing soothingly against where their child was, and felt hot tears prick the corners of his eyes. To think that they could have this after the many, many years they spent cursed — Ares had never known another peace in his life like the months following the enchantress' visit to him.

note: some of these may include kinks and fetish dynamics which might be squicks for some (tw for power imbalances, dubious consent, breeding etc), proceed with caution and please feel free to cross out what you don't want to write when reblogging <3

ALTERNATE UNIVERSES

[ ARRANGED ] muses are in an arranged marriage and now have to consummate the union

[ EXES ] our muses broke up a few years ago, they run into each other at a party and end up having sex again

[ INFIDELITY ] our muses used to date but it didn't work out, they're now both in relationships but end up in an affair together. this prompt is for their first time entering the affair.

[ AFFAIR ] our muses have been having an affair and receiver tries to stop but ends up having sex again, claiming it's the last time.

[ POWER ] sender is receiver's boss and knows receiver has a crush on them. they decide to act on it late night during closing.

[ CRUSH ] receiver is sender's boss and knows sender has a crush on them. they decide to act on it late night during closing.

[ TEACH ] receiver is sexually inexperienced and approaches sender to ask them to teach them and help them get more experience after they had a bad date.

[ TAUGHT ] sender is sexually inexperienced and approaches receiver to ask them to teach them and help them get more experience after they had a bad date.

[ TUTOR ] muse A has been tutoring muse B in a subject they struggle with. after a long session which has both of them frustrated, they end up having sex on the table and ruin the books.

[ TUTORING ] continuing the above scenario, the tutor quizzes the pupil while stimulating them. every time the pupil gets a question wrong they are edged or punished in some way.

[ LEARN ] our muses are in college together, muse A is popular and socially adept but has bad experiences with keeping a romantic partner. muse B is shy and has a smaller friend group but the friendships are more emotionally deep than anything A has experienced. the two muses are in a study group together and strike up a conversation in which they come to a deal: muse B will help A become more academically cultured and emotionally sensitive enough to get the partners they want. in return muse A will help with muse B's social standing. they begin a sexual relationship under the guise of helping muse B come out of their shell but really muse A just has a crush on them all while B thinks they're being used.

[ FIGHT ] our muses are leaders on opposing sides of a war. they have known each other before the war and now their sexual tension is worsened while trying to negotiate a truce. while disagreeing on terms they have rough sex, each one trying to dominate the other.

[ BATTLE ] our muses are soldiers and on the eve of a battle they might not survive they have sex together

[ CAPTIVE ] receiver is sender's captive and has been trying to wear them down over time by connecting emotionally. they initiate sex in hopes it will buy them freedom. (up to you if it's genuine on both sides or only manipulation)

[ CAPTIVATED ] sender is receiver's captive and has been trying to wear them down over time by connecting emotionally. they initiate sex in hopes it will buy them freedom. (feel free to specific circumstances of captivity)

[ FRIENDS ] our muses have been best friends for a long time. lately one or both have had bad luck with dating and just want some comfort so they decide to have sex.

[ SPELL ] our muses must have sex for a magic ritual which requires multiple rounds from 3 am until sunrise.

Absently, Ares asked Robert to hand him a wooden spoon from one of the drawers in front of him. He didn't think about which he pointed to — not until the shiny foil sprang into the corner of his vision.

"That's — that's —" Ares slid over, placed his hand over his boyfriend's on the handle, and shut it forcefully. He cleared his throat. Something like embarrassment flooded his face, even if he did not understand quite what that meant. Why he didn't want Robert to see the designated kitchen stash of condoms, he wasn't sure. After all, Kevin had told him to be safe, and this was a practical and very central place to store them in the room.

Ares' fingers remained curled over Robert's. He ducked his head away, though, in an effort to clear the heat risen in it. "That's just in case we were to ... I have considered ..." ( oops. ) Ares flinched lightly. "I need to finish dinner. Humans need to consume dinner." Finally, he attempted to remove his hand.

— @onceyourgod, unprompted.

It doesn't matter how quickly Ares tries to divert his attention. Part of being a hero means being vigilant-- a trait Robert certainly isn't lacking in-- and a split-second is all he needs to process most of what he sees.

Including the rather colourful foil of what most certainly is contraception.

Part of him wants to tease, but Ares' tone implies enough embarrassment someone on the moon could probably hear it. Robert knows by now that there's a lot Ares hasn't done yet, and for that reason he's been taking things slow. But it occurs to him that this is the first time Ares has ever invited him over, and they have been on a handful of dates. Maybe he's been waiting for Robert to invite him back to his apartment these last couple ones... and maybe Ares' own initiative is why Robert is here for dinner.

It's a terribly adorable consideration.

"Babe," Robert starts, finger absently looping around the delicate tie that keeps Ares' apron on, "we're dating. You're allowed to think dirty things about people you're dating."

Two arms loop around Ares' waist, and a kiss is pressed delicately to his shoulder. The gesture is open and affectionate; to no surprise, Robert cares more about Ares' feelings than the humiliation of Kevin walking in on them being cheesy.

So much about the human experience is new to Ares that Robert never knows what he wants from it. On the bright side, at least sex is easy-- especially sex with someone he likes so much.

"It does not ... make me feel better," Ares replied, voice equally as hushed. He wasn't sure why they spoke so softly ; Kevin was going to be out for several more hours. "In fact, it —" Ares' brow furrowed. One of his hands lifted, and a fingertip grazed along Robert's cheek. Seeking flesh, seeking warmth.

Makes me feel worse. Ares' mouth dried, and he swallowed past a lump of emotion in his throat. This was the usual sort of dazed state of mind he encountered when he thought of Robert. He had spoken to Kevin because of how badly imagining Robert in an intimate setting confused his mind.

"My father also assured me that it is natural," Ares said slowly. His arms laid across Robert's shoulders, and his fingers entwined together anxiously behind his boyfriend. "We talked about it. That is why I placed the — the ... well, you saw. To be responsible. I am also taking an oral contraceptive daily for the same purpose."