“Fantastic— now that I’ve seen you, you can go”. You barely spare him another glance as you start towards your bathroom. The whole point of going your separate ways was just that. No more seeing each other. Apparently that concept didn’t stick with him or your family. That left you as the last soldier standing. You refuse to allow yourself to be swayed by his smooth talking, handsome face, chiseled everything anymore.

Facing the faucet and mirror, you turn on the water only for a hand to come up from behind you and turn it off.

“Wha-!”

Before you can so much as breathe, Apollo spins you around, big hands firm around your waist, the muscles in his forearms bulge as he effortlessly lifts you onto the sink— stepping between your legs to bring his face close to yours.

Now, as pissed as you are at him. You, unfortunately in this situation are not blind. His beauty always managed to make you lose your footing. Doubly unfortunately, Apollo isn’t dumb. The piercing in his eyebrow glints under the light as he draws them together, ruddy colored hair falling around his face as he tilts his head, lips brushing your cheek.

The pulsing gets harder to ignore.

“Won’t you at least talk to me? C’monnnn pretty girl, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” Your heart clenches at the whine in his voice but you will yourself to stay firm.

“I’ll let you know when you get there.”

Apollo sighs, hot breath fanning over your jaw down to your neck and you shiver, cheeks hot. That’s not the answer he wants.

Dragging his palms down to your spread thighs accommodating his frame, he starts a slow caress. Up, down, up down— occasionally gripping the fat of them before continuing the motions all over again. Your blood starts to simmer under his attention, acutely aware of the light kisses being placed around your ears when he rasps out,

“But I missed you…”

Fuck.

You miss him too.

But you’d lose all your progress if you admit that.

“I-I-“, the lie that you don’t turns to ash on your tongue. It’s not much but he takes it.

“I’ve missed you so, soooo much my pretty girl.” The kisses get hotter, Apollo holding you tighter against him letting you feel every ridge and curve of his mouth wateringly built body.

“I know you’re still angry with me…”

Your breath catches as he meets your blown pupils with his own, leaning down slow incase you wanted out— only you don’t and with that he meets your lips with a firm, wet smooch.

“Let me make it up to you, baby.”

Stay strong, stay strong, stay strong, stay strong— you never thought you’d be chanting yourself out of getting the dicking of a lifetime.

You were going to kill your sister.

Speaking of—

“Sisterrr! Apollo came ov- OH!”

She had bounded into the room with the light on from the open door expecting to regail you with how the love of your life came by with another attempt to win you back.

Instead she finds you with your shirt being pushed off, face flushed, with Apollo standing between your legs— aaallll over you.

You push him away on instinct, pointing out the door with a steely glare.

“Out. Now.”

Apollo frowns, moving like he wants to reach for you again but ultimately deciding against it, visibly deflated he turns to leave and you ignore the tent in his pants. Your sister moves to follow him and also leave because she knew from experience that being around when you were pissed never ended well.

Your voice stops her cold in her tracks.

“Oh no, not you. Let’s have a little talk, shall we? Sister to sister.”

Let’s just say she won’t need a new for a while thanks to all the ones you rip her.

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It only gets worse.

You keep seeing him.

At the market, you’re with your younger brother trying to help him pick out guy stuff. You told him to just take one of your older brothers but he insisted you come because you’re nicer to him.

Letting out an internal coo, you went along with him. After all, where’s the harm in helping your baby brother run some errands?

“Suikichi! S’that you? Man, you’ve gotten tall!”

Harm = Apollo. You wish your life could shit something other than well aimed bricks. Huffing out a sigh, you feel the pulsing migraine between your eyebrows start to manifest. Your brother though, glows with happiness at the sight of his apparently long lost friend.

“Apollo bro! It’s been too long! Still not as tall as you though!” He says as they greet each other with a hug and you watch on like a salty old man. Your brother goes on about what he’s been up to lately, what everyone in your family has been up to, that they all miss him and of course Apollo—

“But your sister doesn’t miss me…”, he says, casting a wink over your brothers shoulder and the younger man turns to look at you before turning back, shrugging.

“Oh she does.”

That little twerp.

You hear the glee in Apollo’s voice when he asks,

“She does?” Your brother nods hard, like it’s a sure thing.

“Mhmm! It’s why she hugs us so long these days.” You aren’t going to have any relatives left at this point once you’re done killing all of them. Moving towards them, you yank him away from the back of his shirt. He yells out that he’s invited to his 17th birthday because he’s suuuch a good time. You roll your eyes and drag his ass all the way home with plans of how you’ll dispose of the body.

Apollo blows a kiss at your hastily retreating form.

“I’ll be there!”

And two and a half weeks later that’s exactly where he is.

The rose color haired hell you can’t seem to escape.

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“Ahhahahaha! Oh stop! You’re such a dear!” You hear your mother’s breathy, flattered laugh and wonder what could be so amusing. It’s just a family gathering—

“Hahahaha! Aren’t I?”

Your heart drops, eyes wide as you snap your head up to find them and certainly enough there he is. Laughing it up with your mother and other female relatives, ensnaring them with his easy wit and charm as you scowl.

Apollo.

Stomping over to them, you force a grin on your face as you greet your mother.

“—and why is Apollo here again?” Irritation radiates off you in waves and Apollo wants nothing more than to get you alone and help you work out that stress. Even though he knows he’s the one responsible for it, he wants to work you through it. Until your putty in his hands— all melty and sweet as he knows you can be.

Your mom shoots you a small look that says ‘don’t be rude’ before answering,

“Come now, you know Apollo is practically family. It wouldn’t be right to not have him around for these things.” You groan petulantly.

“But mom-“,

“And such a face. Just a doll to have around— so stop being so hard on him, ok honey?” Which is practically code for: ‘he’s hot and funny and charming plus we like him, so you better take him back.’ Red begins to dot your vision with how pissed you find yourself. It’s almost concerning. Apollo looks at you stand silently seething, winces as he prepares to leave.

It’s not him running away—no, he wants to be there for you but he also knows that he can’t force that on you before you’re ready. He cares too much about you to do that. Though with that reasoning, he wouldn’t be around your family all the time when you visit but in truth he missed you and it was the only way he could see if you had been missing him too if only a little.

His selfishness only ended up making things harder for you.

“It’s alright, I was only stopping by but I’ll be on my w-“, he stops at the you wrapping your hand around his wrist. Keeping your head down, you steady your voice enough to say,

“It’s fine. I’m glad you’re here, we needed to talk anyway, right?”

Dumbfounded and probably walking into the beatdown of his life, he’s just happy to have you acknowledge him finally and so he nods.

“Right.”

You ignore your mom and aunts waving as you drag the big stupid lug behind you. Even your sisters can’t believe their eyes as you willingly link your fingers with his, dragging him all the way to the house— away from the party gathering and potential witnesses outside, slamming the door behind you as you turn to narrow your eyes up at him.

“Okay— let’s talk.”

And talk you do.

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“Uunngh— fuck!” You scream, moaning deliriously at the breath stealing pleasure.

He’s so deep.

Folding your legs back until your knees touch your ears, back bowing off the bed, Apollo fucks you even harder—leaning down to suck filthy, wet kisses up your throat, teeth scraping the sensitive skin hungrily.

Sweat rolls off the contours of his body and the visual alone serves to make you wetter. Erotic sounds of your “talking” fill the space as he fills you over and over, slick sounds are better than any tune he’s heard as he rails you silly. Your pretty face contorts in pleasure and his cock throbs inside of you at the sight of your glossy eyes.

“Yeeeaaah, that’s it baby…lemme make you feel good”, he rasps hotly in your ear and fuck does it make you melt. Good is an understatement. You came only four minutes after he put it in and now you’re going for your fifth orgasm of your “conversation”.

Shit, you missed this.

“…missed you-!” The words are soft, almost shy as you whimper them out but Apollo hears them regardless, groaning at your sweet confession with your sopping wet heat taking him whole. Slowing down, he grinds his pelvis hot ‘n heaaavy against your throbbing wet clit in pulsing motions and you wail— hands shooting out, greedily grabbing anywhere you can touch.

Reveling in the way you fall apart, Apollo brings his head down to your tits, sucking hard at your nipples as electricity starts to buzz through you. Each heady grind has his cock kissing your g-spot with the fat wet head of his tip, the pleasure so intense it makes your teeth vibrate as you sob— ruined for him.

Popping your swollen tits from between his teeth, you moan wetly at the sting. Apollo laps your tears up from your cheek, leaning down to claim your gasping mouth. For the way he’s pounding you, the kiss is a surprising contrast. His lips follow your lead of push and pull, warm breath coasting into each others mouths before he sucks your bottom lip into his own— groaning throatily at the desperate moan you cry out as he slips his tongue inside, twining it with your own.

Fucking you even harder with your mouths fused together, your hands in his hair and you’re finally not mad at him anymore. He’s ready to marry you right now. Eventually though, you need air so he pulls away with a sloppy smack, lips wet with you and the way you look at him makes him ravenous— driving his hips to move faster as he sucks your ear, releasing it with a bite.

“Tell me—fuuuuck— tell me again, baby.”

Putting you on the spot like this, your flush blooms down to the center of your chest as you fluster and stutter.

“I-I don’t-“, but he’s too close to let you slip away now. Bringing a hand down between your sweaty bodies, Apollo strums your clit in viciously precise circles and your chest caves from how sharply you cry out.

“See? I already know she missed me but I want to hear my girl tell me she did. Mmm, fuck yes— please, baby?”

The deep coo in his voice brings you closer and it’s blinding. You’re so overstimulated that you struggle to get the words out which is a shame because those words are all Apollo needs to get there with you. Pump you nice and full, make you cry over how much you missed him.

Hiccuping wails bleat out of you with each slam of his hips into yours as he puts you through the mattress, so close he can taste it.

“Say it f’me—ah! Tell me you missed me..”, he purrs, fucking you until he can feel the outline of his cock inside your stomach. Fuck, had you gotten tighter?

With him hammering away at your sweet spot, it takes everything to slur the words out between squeals and the way your brain leaks out your ears.

But you manage.

“M- muh-! Hhngh! Missed you! Ohhgodohgodohgoddd!!” Tears run freely now as you completely fall apart beneath him, screaming your true feelings from the rooftops.

“Misssed you sooo much! Ah-! M’c-cummin!” The train it felt like you were riding finally crashes— tossing you overboard as you cum, hard. Tightening around him like a fist, your abdomen even braces as you cum so brutally you squirt, splashing his abs with your hot release as you gush like a broken faucet.

Like a trigger, Apollo reaches his limit as well, surging down to completely devour your mouth, painting your walls with his cum—and it’s a lot. Warm and gooey as he unloads rope after rope inside your pussy, flooding you with him.

Pulling off your tongue with a nasty suck, he lets out a sigh, buried deep inside you. Weakly, you reach for his hand and Apollo feels his heart swell at the gesture, sliding his hand under your palm as he brings your knuckles to his lips— kissing them sweetly as he smiles at you.

Even with you being stark naked and boneless from being thoroughly ravaged; you still get shy with him. Turning your head as you fight a grin bashfully.

And since now seems to be as good a time as any…

“I’m sorry, sweets.” You sigh but the sound is no less dreamy.

“I know, just…”

He waits.

“I don’t like you letting them hanging around you, makes them think they can have you…and you’re for me.”

You mean his fangirls. The reason you broke up—fed up with them constantly on him.

“I am for you.” Kissing your hand again, then each finger reverently. You’re the one person he’d kneel for. No other can measure to you.

“…I won’t tolerating a waiting line, Apollo.” You say in warning and you mean it. You won’t be with him while he has a slew of women waiting and trying to snatch him from you.

“Then consider them gone.” He says, bending over you to nose lovingly at your cheek and you sigh happily, nodding.

“Good.”

Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Apollo moves inside you, completely hard and you gasp. Groaning out—

“Again??” He laughs, nodding against your lips.

“Again, my love. We have a lot of catching up to do…”, he purrs as you fall together in a tangle of limbs and giggles forgetting all about the outdoor activities— much too busy with your own.

And outside your sisters sit together, sipping drinks and sharing knowing looks.

It’s been a bit past 2 hours and you two still haven’t come back out. And they had a feeling you wouldn’t any time soon. Not after what they heard from one of your other sisters involving you and a certain God.

“Told you it was only a matter of time after I caught them in the bathroom..”

They couldn’t have been more right.

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While seated together you noticed, in the corner of your eye, your daughter running through the gardens pretty quickly. She likely had something to do or somewhere to be, as she hurried towards the carriage parking space.

A smile crept up on your face as you called out to her, "(name), can you water the plants for me?"

"Not right now, mom!"

"Oh, it'll be quick, just take the bucket and water down the left region, I'll get the rest." You tried to reason with her, but noticed the way she loudly groaned with annoyance and stomped her foot against the pavement.

"Shut it, mom! I need to be somewhere!" Immediately, you heard Apollo stop playing his lyre, and sigh.

He wasn't one to lash out or hit people, he often just found many bad traits to be disappointing and ugly— traits he did not teach his child to have. He was not very pleased by your daughters behavior and tone. With a raised eyebrow, he got up from where he was sitting and put his lyre on the ground. He turned to face their daughter, hands on his hips.

"(D/N)." His tone was serious and stern, yet filled with concern and love as he looked at her. "Did you just tell your mother to shut up?" He asked, seeming geninuely confused by her sudden attitude.

"I'm busy right now, just have another servant do it instead." She dodged his question, her hands flared up from how she was getting defensive.

"It doesn't matter if you're busy. When your mother asks you to do something, you should show some respect and do it, young lady." He let out a heavy sigh with a head shake, trying to calm down and address the issue without difficulty. "And I won't allow you to talk to your mother like that, young lady."

"Whatever, I'll finish it later. Love you guys!" She slipped in the last note before running off. He shook his head with disapproval. He was hoping to step in and stop it from escalating, but it didn't seem she wanted to cooperate. Oh well. He'll have a talk with her later about the disrespect.

"where could've she possibly learned that from?" He asked, before turning to you and noticing you're snickering. He gave a confused look, not finding this very charming to laugh about. After all, he believed that you were about to kick her ass for the comment, instead.

".. Ah, don't worry about it. We were just messing with you."

"Ah."

"Are you upset?"

"No, no. I'm glad she meant no harm. It wasn't very beautiful." He was very relieved deep down.

Thor

Thor was sitting on his chair, with his eyes shut and head down. He wasn't the talkative type, often just sat there with his hammer held in both hands in front of him.

You were brushing his long red hair, fingers brushing through it as well as the actual comb in your other hand. It was so well kept, strangely for a god who found thrill in war. Nonetheless, you enjoyed brushing out the rare tangles for him.

Eventually, you, deciding you had done enough, jumped down on the ground. He watched, in the corner of his eye, how you moved and walked around, although turned his attention back to seemingly just... Thinking, basking in the peace.

"Oh, (S/N)." You spoke up, seeing your son walk over and grab a chair near his father at the dining table. He placed a bowl down, filling it with some oatmeal, something quick for himself. "Do you know where—"

"Shut up, mom." He spoke up before you could finish. He was a little too excited about planning this prank out, hoping to get a reaction out of his own father.

Oh, how mistaken he was. Immediate regret.

It caught you off guard, but immediately Thor stood up, lightning sparking off his body. He said nothing, but his presence was enough to make you both fearful. He gave a very deep and angered look in his eyes, throwing his hammer over his shoulder.

No, no, no. He did not raise some... Coward!

"DAD ITS JUST A PRANK—!"

"THOR, STOP, STOP. ITS JUST A PRANK."

You're both quick to say as soon as he was on his own two feet; running to him and grabbing his arm to look at you while (S/N) sat there cornered and saw his life flash before his eyes.

"Oh my," That's all that you could say, noticing his arms loosen slightly. He was about to murder your son. Your only son. At least you knew he doesn't mess around with people who disrespect you... Yeah..

Thor, sat back down and pulled you over his thigh, holding you close. You smiled, glad he didn't take it too seriously.. until. "don't ever do that again." His voice was clear and commanding. There were no 'if's or 'but's.

"alright, alright.." You waved your hand around, hoping to calm the storm before more than just thunder and lightning would be sent upon you. (S/N), on the other hand, continued to just sit there.. too scared to stand up in the moment.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub wasn't exactly the ideal parent, and it was easy to test him on certain aspects of what he is good or bad at.

He was pretty bad at getting children to stop crying or holding newborns because he seemed awkward or uncomfortable holding them. That's why he had a preference to older and more mature children over fussy and angry ones.

That's not to say he's a actually bad parent, he does try to put effort often with gifts, but he often leaves certain stuff to you, like giving them a conversation they need to hear or teaching them how to take care of themselves... Okay, yeah, he's pretty bad at it, but the effort counts! He can barely take care of himself, give him a break.

Just don't expect him to teach his son baseball or bring him out fishing.

He was in his lab, experimenting with some biological components he made when you walked in. "Do you need anything?"

"No, thank you though.." He muttered under his breathe, keeping his eye on the tubes he worked with. You pressed a small kiss the side of his face, which made him relax and smile up at you. "Ah, actually, some water would be nice.."

You were planning to grab some but instead you noticed your son walking down the hall. "Hey, (S/N), can you grab us a cup of water? Or herbal tea."

When you had gotten no response, you called out to him again while leaning back against Beelzebub's desk, "(S/N)?"

"Shut up, mom! Just grab it yourself!"

Beelzebub froze in his seat, slowly looking up at you in the corner of your eye to see your response to this. You only sighed from the disappointment. "Do you think you can talk to him about that? He's been getting really upset about something, lately. I'm worried."

"...Alright.."

Although, when he agreed to talking about him, it wasn't immediate. Actually, it took a few days before he finally did so. You, and your son, believed the whole prank was a failure and that he forgot about it, but at some point in the same week, he finally knocked on the door and allowed himself in.

"Is something wrong?" He asked blatantly. By the time he finally brought the conversation back to both of your attentions, (S/N) had already forgotten what he was asking about.

"..what?"

"You yelled at your mother a few days ago. She wanted me to ask why."

"..ah.. it's nothing.." He said, looking away awkwardly. It seemed funny to prank his dad at first, but now he felt a little guilty.

"..alright." It was very straightforward, and he originally planned to leave after that, but instead Beelzebub sat down on his bed, turning to him with a serious look in his eyes. ".. You know, I'm not the best at parenting... Your mother is really kind for what she does, for both of us... Maybe give her some gratitude."

You both never brought it up to him that it was actually a prank since his words were pretty heartwarming and it wasn't everyday he's able to actually give his son a conversation that didn't seem like awkward ice breakers during dinner. "..alright, dad."

Geirolül

You both sat together, chatting with one another about anything occuring. Often Geirolül was fuming with anger about someone or something, but today was a very calm and pleasant day. You both were sitting at a small table, eating and chatting.

She seemed pretty relaxed, her body left loose as she sat with one leg over the other, listening to you talk. It was something she enjoyed, often because she was upset or standing up for you it was her doing a lot of the talking. It was nice to take a break every once in a while.

She noticed your son walk in and her eyebrow quirked up. There was always some sort of quarrel between your son and her, like they had personal beef. Always glaring at one another in the halls. Honestly, you weren't sure if it wasn't all just fun and games to them or if they geninuely hated one another.

You turn to see who she had been glaring at and smile, "Do you think you can take the trash out?" You ask, noticing how he was already on his way to the kitchen.

When he didn't respond, you tried to speak up again, "Hey, (S/N), can you—"

"Hey, kid! She told you to take out the trash, go do it." Geirolül is already jumping in to cover for you, now crossing her arms and watching him like a hawk.

"Don't worry about it, dear.." You mutter under your breathe, hoping to calm whatever nerves were about to burst inside of her head.

"Would you both shut up already! God— you're both so lovey-dovey.."

It was too late, before she could calm down her head immediately quirked into his direction and she was jumping out of her chair, running at this guy.

"What was that!?" You watch her yell as she's jumping out of her chair and running at his direction.

"It was just a prank, mom told me too do it!" He's immediately putting his arms around himself, ducking and trying to run up and hide behind you.

You're just sitting there now, between the both of them as Geirolül is yelling at both of you, mostly him.

Well, that was a bad idea. It didn't matter, she found it abuslotely disrespectful and was not tolerating any of it! Geirolül was badgering him for the next hour.

Oh, and she definitely wasn't leaving you out.

When she was finished with scaring him, she immediately turned to you and began to lecture you. Despite this, you both were immediately settled and cuddling on the couch afterwards, seeming to have forgotten what had occurred.

Hrist

You both were getting the dining table ready, deciding to have some dinner. You were hoping to stir up a little drama with this prank, especially since the other Valkyrie sisters were being expected to come over later for dinner.

Hrist was pretty happy with the arrangements, the flowers on the table, the fruit bowls and cheese plates and the large turkey to feast into.

It was definitely going to be a great festivity, getting everyone together to eat.

You came out to the dining room placing a small bowl of mashed potatoes on the table. You were pretty out of it, a lot of work in the past two hours between you both, having to make large meals for twelve sisters, herself, you and your daughter.

"They should be here soon. I'll grab the plates," Hrist smiled at you as she pulled off her gloves.

"Oh, no, no. Take a break. (D/N), c'mere!" You stopped her, calling out to your daughter inside her room to help you now.

It took a hot minute before you heard her door shut, making you confused. You looked around the hallway, calling out her name again. "(D/N)?"

After the second time you heard a loud groan of annoyance before she came out, "what!?"

"Woah, woah, woah. What's wrong?" You asked, noticing the upset look on her face, seeming to believe that she was initially feeling left out since she couldn't help.

"Its nothing.."

"c'mon, you're about to see your aunties. It's been quite a while, let's get the plates and silverware out and greet them at the door when they arrive." You held your hand out which she reluctantly took, giving some sort of side eye.

"Why can't you and Hrist do it?"

"We've already cooked everything, besides she's pretty tired and show get cleaned up. You, on the other hand, haven't been helping."

"I don't want to have dinner with them. I'm not hungry, I'll just be in my room." She tried to escape, wiggling her hand out of your arm but you weren't having it. Hrist stopped in her stop watching with a worried expression as she rubbed her arm.

"Stop it, don't be like that—"

"Oh, shut it mom."

A immediate feeling of dread creeped up her spine as (D/N) noticed the way Hrist was now staring at her from far behind, ready to slap the shit out of her. She felt her hair stick up on her arms just from how she was being looked at, she was not playing around.

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