I aim to misbehave

Then the skies began to churn.

It started with a rumble. The clouds didn’t just gather — they charged, crashing down in a show of power.

“He shouldn’t be here,” Superman muttered. "He’s part of Billy,” Batman replied, eyes fixed on the sky. “He felt this. "Saw and felt all it." He narrowed his gaze. “He’s coming." Now.”

Lightning slashed from sky to earth.

BOOM.

From the heavens, he descended — ZEUS.

Oh Mighty Zeus. King of the Pantheon. His eyes blazed gold.

He wore a toga mixed with Greek hoplite armor, humming with the storm itself. He didn’t come as a god. He came as a father. And this— This was his fury. This was the RUTHLESSNESS his brother once sang of.

He walked past the Justice League like they were statues. His gaze fell first on Diana — his daughter. Then on Billy — his chosen.

Both fell. Both broken. Diana, unconscious. Billy, so injured he had reverted into his mortal form from his divine form.

Zeus knelt beside them, his storm-charged gaze locked on their faces.

“Who touched Olympus’ blood?” His voice barely restrained the thunder behind it.

Flash stepped forward, trying to speak:“Lord Zeus — it was the alien fleet, they—”

“WHO?!”

The sky screamed with the answer, he wanted to hear.

It was Thunderous. Orchestral and Divine.

Zeus turned to the heavens — to where they hid.

There he saw them: the alien fleet hovering above, the mothership pulsing with energy. Watching. Mocking. Thinking Earth was weak. Thinking Olympus would stay silent.

They were wrong.

And Zeus just stood there.

His hand rose.

The clouds shattered.

He called it—KERAUNOS — his divine bolt. The weapon of King of Olympus.

“I am the FIRST STORM. The ANCIENT WRATH. The KING.”

“And you touched what is mine.”

Then—

EVERYTHING BURNED.

He didn’t just throw the bolt —He channeled it.

Keraunos tore open the sky like a rift.

One strike was all it took— for the cruiser to be gone, the mothership to crumbles like ash and the Vaccum of space to empty of any ship that was in it. 

He didn’t fight like a hero. He fought like a god who remembered. He isn't Poseidon he wants something Dead. It would be dead, and not play with his food.

The Justice League could only watch.

Speechless.

One attack.

And the fleet was gone. 

Vaporized.

Ash fell like snow around the shattered city.

Zeus returned once more beside Diana and Billy again. Gently lifts them both.

“Come. In Olympus both will heal.” 

Wonder Woman

The research can wait (I want to kiss you now).

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We’d been up in Columbus. Not even Ohio. The shittier one in Nebraska. And we were heading all the way down to Amarillo. I don’t remember why. It was a rugaru or something. I don’t remember what it was or why it had to be us. I don’t know how he even heard about it. He just said he was leaving and asked if I wanted to come and I said yes. Ten hours away but he was going to make it in half. As if they had no hunters down there. Even then I thought what he liked more than anything was that he was the best.

Anyway. It was almost sundown but it was one of those days you know the night is going to be even hotter. The sun really baked into the earth. Just miles of open road ahead of us blurring in that desert way. My shirt was soaked through with sweat and he was still holding on to my shoulder but then he let go and put his hand around my jaw and turned my head to look at him. I told him I’m sweating my balls off. My throat was all scratchy. It sounded like my voice was traveling through water or oil or something. It made him laugh. It was like a hundred degrees outside but he laughed and it flared hot all through my chest. He scratched his fingers through my hair, behind my ear. He said look alive, kiddo. He touched my temple, under my jaw, my side, just messing with me, and when I squirmed away he pulled me closer with my t-shirt clenched in his fist. I wanted to mess with him too, so when he touched my chin I grabbed his skinny wrist and I took two of his fingers into my mouth. Skin and sweat and dirt. Calloused at the tips. He made a soft humming sound and pressed down on my tongue, felt the roof of my mouth, the ridges of my teeth, the place where they sprout out of the gum. His thumb was at the corner of my mouth and he gave me this look that could singe your ears. 

We had another hundred miles in the tank but he pulled up at a Chevron. We got out and stretched and untied and retied our shoes. We got inside to put a five on the meter. We bought water and Gatorade. I checked out the nudies by the door and he snorted and squeezed the back of my neck. I told him I’m going to the restroom and I pissed and washed my hands and I waited. When I got out he was already back behind the wheel. The sky was a dark purple color. I got in the car and he said come here, pulling me closer by the collar. I put my hand on his knee and then up the inseam of his jeans, sick overeager feeling, but again he just laughed at me. He told me to go to sleep. I laid my head on his thigh, my knees bent up and leaning against the backrest. He put his hand over my throat and I closed my eyes and the next time I opened them it was because he’d stopped at a drive-thru for coffee. Now it was night and he was talking to the lady on the other side like normal, like nothing at all to see here. He asked her for a tray. I guess he put it on top of the dashboard. He drove all careful and pulled up into the parking lot and sat there sipping his coffee slow.

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Stiles: "So you're saying that a sperm has sugar?"

Coach: "....Technically yes."

Stiles: "That's weird. So why doesn't Derek's taste..." *covers mouth immediately while Derek beside him hides his face from everyone*