Ishi

prompt: F!reader having a male friend who is trying to convince them to leave or breakup with their god s/o, because gods are fickle, they will get bored with them, or they are too old, to put doubt in their relationship, and s/o overhears their conversation.

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Apollo let out a soft, delicate huff at the man’s comment. What an ugly way to act….

Eavesdropping was obviously tacky, but when Apollo heard his name he couldn’t help but listen. Expecting praise, as usual, but only to have his ears be assaulted by such a maligning of his character by this pedestrian thing!

Clearly this human knew nothing of gods. Making assumptions about their attitudes, reputation, and even ferality. Apollo felt tempted to bring any number of his past lovers in to speak on his behalf, but that might lend more credit to the assassin’s jabs than help his cause. Besides, [Y/N] was his one and only now. That should be credit enough to him.

“My darling.” The god greeted cheerfully as he let his presence be known. Not letting on that he had overheard the man’s comments. “I have been looking everywhere for you. Come, I must show you the most beautiful new flowers in my garden. They have just bloomed for the first time in 100 years.” Apollo smiled and draped his arm over [Y/N]’s shoulders. A simple gesture with a weighted claim. “Oh! I’m sorry. Your friend can come too if they wish. Beauty should be shared & admired by all, yes?”

The mortal man of course said no. Frowning most unbeautifully as he stalked off. ‘Good riddance’ Apollo thought. Yes, beauty should be shared, but he also believed that it should not be wasted on ugly souls. Like that one.

Poseidon cared for the opinions of sheep more than man. Particularly this man.

Besides the fact that he was just spouting nonsense (loudly, Poseidon might add, which was just unsettling to the ear) he clearly had no understanding of the gods nor how they worked. How could he, as a lesser being.

If he bothered to look into it, he would know that Poseidon had never taken a human lover. Ever. Again, he had no care or love of humans. Until he met [Y/N].

The sea god would not say that he loved them; Poseidon was certain his heart had no place for it. But he was not fool enough to say that he didn’t care for them. And this ingrate, this insect, thought that they would somehow be a better partner than him because what? They were also human?

Poseidon stepped from the shadows and let his presence be known to the pair. Appearing as silently as his rising tides. The man looked bleakly pale, clearly not expecting to have been heard or now expecting a fight (coward), but the god just walked past him. Ignoring him like a mote in the air as he ushered [Y/N] away with him.

When asked later by his partner why he didn’t say anything, or if he was mad, Poseidon merely stated, “why would a mountain speak to simple ants?”

As the God of Death, Hades probably had more interactions than any of his siblings or gods with humans. But even he had to admit, he was marginally impressed by this one.

Clearly, he was an idiot, but at least he was a bold one. Brave enough at least to argue with a god on his fitness as a partner, and fool enough to think he could take a god’s place. It was almost amusing.

Hades had to admit, however, his feelings were valid. He was much older than [Y/N]. As old as time and beings themselves, as life always begot death. He could see why their friend would be worried Hades might get bored and throw them away; besides the obvious reason that they were in love with [Y/N] as well.

When the comment on his reputation being besmirched by being with [Y/N] came up though, Hades narrowed his eye at him. No longer impressed. “You think others would think less of me because I am with [Y/N]? Do you think so little of your friend that they might not see their merit? That we are so petty that we would judge one another on our partners? No, no. That is your lot, sir.”

The Death God then took [Y/N]’s hand in his and led them away. Over with and now annoyed at this conversation. “For the record,” he told [Y/N] once they were alone, “anyone who would treat you poorly because you are a human, as my mate, would have to deal with me personally. Not that anyone would dare.” Except, apparently, one idiot.

“Listen to him, you fool.” Beelzebub whispered at the screen as he watched [Y/N] and their friend’s conversation.

It would be so much easier if they just gave up on him and went to live a normal, happy afterlife with this human man. Who could love [Y/N] fully without fear of triggering the monster inside them that would kill them. With someone who didn’t have so much blood and darkness on their hands. A partner who they could be close to and not have them constantly try to push them away.

He turned away from the screen as [Y/N] parted from her friend. Likely with some comment on not leaving or betraying Beelzebub. They were a good person like that.