#akbulxmp

Muzen’s eyebrows slowly lift as he looks back at the other god, wondering if he’ll fold and do as requested, because he’s just so polite he can’t not!. This was why Akbul was so fun to tease! That cute little hesitant look that he gets before he gives in, like always. If here is one thing Muzen loves more then anything it’s getting his way. 

starter for @akbulxmp ft phobetor & akbul 

Stepping out of the hotel and into the quiet of the downtown street, Phobetor’s long fingers deftly button his blazer as he lifts his head to take a quick glance around. It was late, even for him, and the city had long since fallen quiet, as it’s divine population had turned in for the night, but for the few nocturnal inhabitants. Having finished with a client, Phobetor was keen to return home and rest, so as his eyes scan for his pick up, his dark gaze lands on a parked car waiting, with a familiar, long frame lent against it.  

@akbulxmp continued from here:

“How am I supposed to forgive someone like you?”

Akbul is walking along the hallways of Babylon as usual while he is working. It’s a rather quiet night so far, but that changes quickly as he walks around a corner only to bump into Osiris. Before he could even react, Osiris almost screms those words at him, leaving Akbul being utterly perplexed and only able to stare at the other god in suprise. After a moment of silence, Bul manages to mouth a silent ‘What-?’ followed by a raised eyebrow that’s half covered by his black sunglasses. A thought flashes through his mind as he is thinking about the situation. Maybe a new tactic? “Is this some kind of joke...?” He folds his arms over his chest and glares at Osiris, now finally speaking with his calm and firm voice as usual. “If you want to Phobetor, then stay away. He is not alone!”

“For once, I wish you’d choose me.”

The next words of the Egyptian gog catch him off guard. Choose him for what? He drops his arms to his sides, looking in a baffled way before he regains his composure again. With clearing of his throat he remember his first thought that this is maybe a new tactic of the other god to confuse him, so that he is able to sneak in Pho’s room. Without any hesistation he grabs the upper arm of the Egyptian god in a firm grip and drags him towards the back door of Babylon. None of the guests have to watch how he kicks out a god, who is acting like a five-year-old all the time according to Akbul. “Choose you for what? Helping me to lose my job?” He snarls at Osiris.

when he encounters akbul in the hallway, it’s fully intentional, but the mayan god doesn’t seem to realise that. he’s even told that if he wants to get to phobetor he should not do so today because the greek god isn’t alone. that fact in and of itself isn’t so strange, phobetor isn’t alone more often and osiris knows to stay away when this is the case because he does have some form of understanding of people’s boundaries and personal space - so long as there’s no cuddling involved.

so he throws out the next thing to come to mind and it shuts the mayan god up again for a second, before he’s suddenly being grabbed by the elbow and dragged through the hallways towards the back exit. he knows it well, there’s been multiple times when he snuck in through that one. but he’s not here to sneak, today, though in all fairness he doesn’t know entirely why he is here either.

so when he’s snarled at by the person he came to see, he wrenches his arm out of akbul’s grip - and if that breaks it because akbul refuses to let go, so be it, nothing airmid can’t heal anyway and it’s not like he’ll even notice the physical pain on top of all the other pain in his chest. “i’m not here to get to pho,” he snarls back, only to grab hold of the mayan god’s tie right after, fingers clinging on to it tightly. he looks at the other god for about two whole seconds like that, their faces only a hand’s width apart, his expression contorted in what most closely resembles anger. then he suddenly lets go again, something like pain crossing his features before his shoulders drop and he shakes his head.

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it’s not his fault that the mayan god of darkness always sparks the most mischievous side of him. it’s especially not his fault when every time he sees the man, osiris wants to do nothing more than hug him close, really get all snuggly and cosy and bury his face in the dark hair. is there a reason for it? not that he’s aware, but that doesn’t stop him from absolutely giving in to these strange urges every single time their paths cross.

this particular time it’s night and he’s out on an impromptu walk in the park when he sees the very familiar shape. he continues walking a bit closer just to make sure he’s got the right person, only to realise that akbul seems to be... listening to something? he comes to a stop, just watching the other god for a little while in order to figure out what he’s listening to. there are many options, in the end, but it seems that akbul is listening to the sound of ... birds?

Angela always did her best to make her customers happy, but as any other human, mistakes tended to fall her way. After spilling some of an iced coffee onto the pants of the god, the demigoddess was in quite the hurry to try and rectify this situation with the man. She hated having caused the trouble, but felt even worse that she ruined his suit.