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[ghostiehatesithere]

About the fathers ask: i feel like if the 141 were still close while that’s happening, like in a “family-friends that feel like uncles” kinda way, all the non-mactavish children would at some point compare their dad to Johnny and feel a little extra resentment.

Like look at the guy, he’s deployed the same as them, he’s just as busy and has just as a heavy of a backpack in his shoulders. Like the man recover from a TBI for fuck’s sake!!!

And he’s still there for his kids, he makes the effort and worries about them and cares about their interests. He’s the cool uncle, the guy they can go talk to about anything, that always has their back and an answer that is the perfect mix of funny banter and genuine advice.

And then there’s their dad, too cold and distant, out of his depth in a way that makes the kids feel like they are the ones to make it feel wrong.

If Johnny could be like that, why couldn’t their dad?

- Morph

Oh absolutely. (also hi Morph I'm sorry I haven't gotten to your ai ask I have been thinking on it. I hope your thesis is going well)

It's hard for Johnny to see the rest of his mates floundering with their kids. He's really not one to give out parenting advice, and he isn't really sure what to say to the rest of the men because... well, I don't think he'd think it was his place. Also Johnny is so smart and I truly think he sees the rest of the 141 for who they are, he'd pin down exactly what they were doing in a second. He'd know that Ghost was scared of fucking up his kids, that Price liked the idea of a family more than actually having one, that Gaz is spoiling his kids to make up for the fact he never sees them but neglecting to parent them in the meantime. He sees it and he knows, but he also knows he can't pull Ghost aside and tell him to open up to his kids. Can't pull his captain aside and tell him to quit running his house like a mini 141. Can't grab Gaz and tell him that nothing will ever make up for the time he loses on deployment and that kids need a parent not a friend.

So he does the next best thing. He goes to their kids, and tells them that if there's ever anything they need, something they don't think they can go to their Da about, they can call him.

And maybe when one of Price's boys inevitably runs away he goes to the Mactavish house where he knows there's a warm bed waiting. When Ghost's daughter gets a hairline fracture on her spine and can't dance anymore, she goes and cries on Johnny's couch. Gaz misses his son's championship game for PT with the rest of the unit but Johnny doesn't, he cheers just as loud for his mate's kid as he does his own. Johnny is there for the kids when he knows his mates won't be, and it causes friction between him and the rest of the 141, but what can they do?

Of course the kids both love and resent Johnny in equal measure. He has 5 kids to their own family's one or two, and yet he manages to spend time with all of them while their own fathers keep them at arm's length. Why can't they have that? What's wrong with the rest of the 141 that they can't parent like Johnny does? Especially post TBI. I know Price hates to hear his son say "Uncle Soap wouldn't treat me like this" after that man's been shot in the head. Fuming mad.

[ghostiehatesithere]

It's Soap that turns to him and goes "why dae ya smell like pussy?"

of course it’s soap the one that can smell pussy from an hour away, i knew we were going for realism with this one, but this was the nail in the coffin lol

also ghost just shrugs and takes another sip of his drink as if eating pussy in the alleyway behind the pub was his regular wednesday night

and the rest of the 141 just go back to their regular conversation too, like yeah i guess it does happen sometimes, who are they to judge anyway? they’ve all done something alike in the last month for sure

- Morph

Johnny spends the rest of the outing moping and trying to convince Ghost to point you out. Surely anyone willing to get eaten out in an alley once is willing to let it happen twice. It's not like Soap is above sloppy seconds, hell he's eaten enough come out of enough birds to be considered a dump himself, and unlike some people he actually washes up after training. He doesn't understand why he isn't allowed to go after Ghost's bird! The only reason he doesn't try to sniff you out is because Gaz grabs his shoulder and forces him back down into his seat, telling him to stop bothering the locals. God he's like a damn feral cat, absolutely decimating the native songbird population.

As if any of them are better than him. Price snuck off to the bathroom not even 30 minutes after they'd gotten drinks and Gaz is posting up to fuck the bartender as soon as they close up shop. Soap's the only one not getting any and it is entirely because he is being a freak about it. Calm down my man, there's plenty of pussy to go around, you don't always have to clean up after your mates.

[ghostiehatesithere]

For some reason I see ghost as a small dog guy. Yknow those huge dudes who wear leather and ride motorbikes then have just a cute lil dog wearing a teeny leather vest

I think Ghost would go fucking wild for a king charles spaniel. Soft, bitty dog that looks like it's made to be trussed up in ribbons and bows. Man carries it around under one arm and just sets in down whenever the dog starts wagging a little too excitedly. Enjoys watching it gallop after squirrels and scuttle under bushes. Would probably take it hunting and get side eyed hard by Price and the rest of the 141.

He definitely still has his leathers and big stomps boots, but his little dog is sitting politely by his side with little pink bows on her ears and a big smile on her wittle muzzle. This man gets so much pussy he's drowning in it.

[ghostiehatesithere]

Big, scary guy and small, frilly dog is such a powerful combo. And you're completely right that Simon would be swimming in pussy. As a dog lover I would absolutely be kneeling down to greet a darling Cavalier, bombarding Simon with a million questions.

"What's her name?" "How long have you had her?" "Oh, she's so well behaved. Such a sweet girl." "She has such a nice coat, you must take good care of it." "Do you usually walk in this neighborhood? Maybe I'll see you two around!" "I swear I could just eat her up! If you're not careful I might steal her and bring her home with me."

Meanwhile, Simon is standing there looking as intimidating as ever as I fuss over his dog.

You see him walking around the neighborhood, stopping in the same shops in the evening, the same cafe at night. Always with a little copper Cavalier trotting beside him, little pink bows on her ears matching the thin pink leash that's hooked lazily around his wrist. Sometimes he has a shop bag in his other hand, sometimes not, but always the god walking beside him. Her little legs tip-tapping as fast as she can manage to keep up with his long strides.

And every evening when you pass him on your way home you stop to coo over the little dog. "Commander," he'd told you when you first stopped to scratch her tiny head. You figured it was one of those compromises that men often have with their girlfriends, "you can pick the dog but I get to name it." Choosing something that felt masculine to make up for the frou-frou dog. It didn't matter to you, it was easier to let your guard down around a man you assumed was already taken.

Crouch to scratch the dog's tiny chin, giving Ghost a nice view down your shirt. Never once thinking twice about bending over to pet her little head, or smiling at the big man in the skull printed mask.

"What a good girl you are," you coo at Commander, as she leans into your hand, "I could just eat you up, you're so sweet."

"You like sweets, pup?" Ghost rumbles, deep voice sliding thick down your spine.

"I bet you do," You squeeze her little face in your hand, "I bet daddy gets you pup cups when he goes to the cafe, doesn't he?"

"Wasn' talkin' t'the dog." You glance up at him, heat flashing over your face as you meet his eye. "Gonna keep callin' me daddy, pup, or d'you got somewhere t'be?"

[ghostiehatesithere]

your boyfriend, Soap, who has a habit of tracking mud throughout the house when he comes in from his morning runs.

it’s not intentional, he doesn’t do it maliciously, but no matter how often you scrub, there’s always flecks of dirt embedded in the grout.

so you initiate a new house policy: no shoes indoors in the hopes to protect your vintage tile floors.

and when Johnny comes back from walking the dogs, he’s thoroughly entertained by the NO SHOES. KEEP MY FLOORS SEXY. sign you have posted right by the front door.

he’s always loved a woman who gives an order.

“johnny,” you warn, watching in real-time as he strips his shirt off, and tosses it at your head like he’s performing on the world’s worst stripper stage. “i said take your boots off, not your pants.”

“aye, well.” he’s already got a hand in the waistband of his briefs, winking like the devil. “since, i’m halfway there….”

you groan, loudly, as he moves closer to you with a coy look in his eye. he’s absolutely ridiculous, but he’s yours.

“floors no’ the only thing gettin’ scrubbed tonight.” you tilt your head.

“….johnny, what does that even mean?”

“dunno. off wi’ ya clothes and we’ll find out.”

[ghostiehatesithere]

Soap x f!reader

When you're all out together, whether to walk around at the mall or family vacation to disney world

Johnny would insist on carrying your baby. The chubby wee ane strapped to his chest, babbling happily as Johnny kept walking alongside you. There was no hint of weariness on his face, even after more than an hour walk

"You had this in yer belly fer nine bloody months- now it's my turn!" He said as he stomped away as the baby bouncing along with each steps

Because how dare you try to take his baby from him 🤨

[ghostiehatesithere]

Johnny “Soap” McTavish x gymcrush!mid-plussized!reader

Johnny‘s been on forced medical leave for ‘bout a month and a half now. Been out of the hospital for half that time. The Captain told him he’d be out for three months at the very least. Meaning Johnny had plenty of time to sit around and do nothing. He got antsy, the poor fella. The gym was his relief. And the while yes he’s still technically in rehab, the second he got the green light from the doc he was back at the gym. He’s not pushing himself just maintaining his physique. Johnny takes pride in his appearance and, well shit, he should. 

Now that Johnnys been spending more time at the gym. He noticed a new bird he never saw before. He’s noticed you seem to go everyday minus Mondays and Fridays. Typically later in the day, (makes sense why he’s never seen you, Johnny’s nothing if not an early riser) never earlier than 19:00(7pm). You caught Johnny’s eye right away, your hoodie and sweats almost swallowing you whole even though he could see you sweating like a torrent. Like the pervert he is, Soap wondered why you’d cover up so much of yourself. He could tell you probably had the softest, most perfect body under your clothes. He decided to approach you by correcting your form. Great first impression dunce. 

You felt his shadow before you heard his voice. Feeling the heat coming from his skin and the pure mass echoing in his shadow. Petrified out of your mind you were in this man’s way. You often were in someone’s. You didn’t even bother to finish your set, just finished the rep and wiped the equipment down before Johnny had the chance to speak. You apologize profusely, muttering nonsense as you turn to grab your water bottle and do something on the opposite side of the gym.

Johnny pouts. He didn’ mean to scare away the pretty birdy. Even with the goofiness his Mohawk adds, turns out his bulk is scarier than intended. 

[ghostiehatesithere]

Just thinking about Johnny being a Certified Yapper ™ while you’re all in the rec room on base.

He hasn’t stopped talking for a solid two hours, constantly filling the dead space even when all he gets as answers are grunts from Simon or huffs from Price while they’re focused on their billiards. Kyle gives a few words, but he’s mostly distracted with his book. 

Then there’s you.

You’ve been mostly silent, not contributing much to anything while you’ve got your sketchbook open, doodling nonsense while you half-listen to whatever else is going on. But you do have a question that bubbles up in your mind. It’s an innocent, genuine question. The next break in Johnny’s string, you take for yourself, still sketching mindlessly.

“Does silence make you uncomfortable, Johnny?” Everything goes dead quiet. The sudden silence has you stopping to look around the room, only to find all eyes on you. Johnny’s eyes have blown wide, appalled, while the rest just blink blankly at you. 

“What?”

Kyle bursts into a fit of boisterous laughter. Price sighs, hanging his head, and Simon fucking chuckles. Nothing gets a reaction out of the Ghost, but somehow you’ve just made him laugh. You’re just sat there confused. Johnny, for one, breaks from his shocked stupor to point accusingly at the others.

“Haud yer wheesht ye fuckin brits.” 

Then it clicks that you’ve just basically told Johnny he talks too much.

“Oh shit I swear I didn’t mean it like that! Fuck I’m sorry, Sergeant MacTavish.” He blinks, then reels with a hand dramatically on his chest.

“I cannae believe this bullshite. I ken ‘m a wee talkative but really?” Kyle can’t keep his head, wheezing from his spot on the couch, his book abandoned on the coffee table. Simon and Price have refocused on their game but you can still see the way Simon’s eyes are smiling behind that mask of his. 

“I swear I was just asking a question, I didn’t even think about how it would sound out loud.” He puts on the dramatics, sighing before falling back into his chair with an exaggerated swoon.

“Aye, I talk too much, I ken. I’ll never talk again if it bothers ye so much.” All you can muster is an eye roll, but his antics have you fighting a smirk. He’s starting to push it, and you know he’s not anywhere near serious.

“Yeah you go ahead and do that, Johnny. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” His grin is wide and devious when he sits up to meet your gaze.

“I know a few ways to sleep well. Wanna come see ‘em?” For a second you don’t quite register what he’s said, about to answer with a ‘sure why not?’ and follow him out to wherever it may be. 

But then you look at the way his eyes drag over you and oh fucking hell. Price speaks from the billiards table.

“Keep it in your pants, MacTavish.” 

The scot sighs, then delves into a rant and the yapping picks right back up.

[ghostiehatesithere]

Reader: "I've never been in a shipwreck before."

Evios: "I've never been captured by demons before. It's a day of firsts, clearly."

Kofi: "We should keep up. We'll get left behind."

Reader: "Would that be so bad?"

Kofi: "Pardon?"

Reader: "You--I mean, we - just survived a near death experience. Wouldn't you rather skip all this talk of monsters and demons and find someplace we could...*caresses Kofi's arm while toying with Evios's necklace* "....celebrate our miraculous survival together...?"

Kofi: *staring at Reader's hand*

Evios: "...I mean they've got a point--"

Kofi: "Evios!"

Evios: "What?! It wouldn't be the first time we've--"

"Elias": "AHEM."

Kofi: "Oh! We were just...catching up." *drags Evios off to rejoin everyone else*

"Elias": "....."

Reader: "...oh, be quiet. I can't believe YOU are preaching self-control here."

Zeus: "Believe me, I'm as surprised as you are."

[ghostiehatesithere]

Hermes: *struggling through Reader's Temple against howling winds and pouring rain, thunder shaking the building, hanging onto his hat* "DID YOU ANGER ZEUS OR SOMETHING--"

Reader: "Hermes?" *bedroom door swings open to find them standing there naked. The storm abruptly calms* "What...what are you doing here--"

Hermes: "Looking for you! Aphrodite is hosting the feast tonight, she wants you there--why aren't you dressed?"

Reader: "...I don't have any clothes."

Hermes: "First, that would hardly bother Aphrodite. Second, you have countless clothes!" *opens closet before Reader can stop him* "See? Dress, gown, tunic, hello Father, dress--"

[ghostiehatesithere]

Hades: "Explain. Now."

Poseidon: "Brother, I truly do not-"

Hades: *drops a pile of scrolls onto the table* "Droughts, flash-floods, earthquakes, violent storms. In the mortal realm. Simultaneously."

Apollo: "....how can there be a drought and flash-flood at the same time--?"

Hades: "I. Don't. Know. Apollo. But I want it to CEASE."

Reader: "Hang on, you aren't blaming us, are you?"

Hades: "All I know is the Underworld is overwhelmed, and instead of preparing for Zeus's trial, I am dealing with this. And you three disappeared after the funeral--"

Reader: "Hey, it was a sad day. We were taking time to recuperate. And, you know, seek comfort. And things."

Poseidon: "I was...distracted, Hades. I'll look into the disturbances on the ocean."

Hades: *dubious* "Distracted? Is that your way of saying you were sleeping on the job?"

Reader: "Of course we weren't SLEEPING, Hades!"

Apollo: "Yeah! Obviously, we were having sex--"

Reader: *kicks him*

Hades: "So you decided to have an ORGY after our brother's funeral?"

Poseidon: "...well, yes. It's what Zeus would want."

Hades: "....."

[ghostiehatesithere]

Hey! Would you mind writing a Hera x Male reader feat Jealous Zeus from BoZ?

Hey, yeah sure! I love seeing some Hera lovers on my request list, they're quite rare

(I ended up making it a little bit too gender neutral, my bad)

"He's jealous of you.."

Wasn't it only fair after all? It wasn't her intention at first, she was only pissed off on her husband as he made a fool off of her. Again

Why couldn't he just keep it in his pants?! It was so hard to just respect their marriage for once? Hera had recently found out about another one of Zeus's affairs, and it was maddening.

At first she lost her temper, she swore every curse on him for disrespecting her that way once again, but sooner than expected from her any drop of anger died quickly, replaced by the exhaustion of being in the same position as always. They both knew this wasn't the first time it happened, and only a fool would believe it would be the first time. She was tired of this, she was the goddess of marriage for Olympus's sake! And he couldn't even be decent for a single decade, it was a bastard child and an affair after another, and all she could do was punish the woman and her child, it was just a waste of time for everyone involved

But then there it was, a little distraction for her anger and betrayal. In one of her temples, a new worshipper, she had never heard that voice before, and the prayer was quite good. She decided to suck her anger for a moment and go down to one of her temples to see this new worshipper.

And there you were, introduced to the temple by your mother, Hera was the goddess of family, protector of them, so your family had decided to worship her decades ago, and now it was your turn to join them. Yet it somehow felt weird, you felt your worshipping prayers were definitely heard, your offerings appreciated and you swore every time you left the temple, it was like someone was watching you, waiting for you to come back.

You were different from her husband, he was..a cheater, yet you seemed devotional to her, you appreciated what you had and respected your family. She was surprised you weren't married, because to her, you were the perfect spouse! Not that she should feel that way though... because unlike you she was married...but did he really deserve her loyalty?

"what do you think you're doing? Meeting with a mortal just for fun, you think I'm a fool?" It had been a while since this started going on, she hadn't taken revenge on his new mistress, and while Zeus was happy to know that, he was also aware it was unusual from Hera. She seemed too calm to be someone who got cheated on again, especially her, practically all Olympus realized this unusual behavior from her. The truth was, she got too engaged with her new favorite worshipper, these last weeks she decided to go down and show herself, have a conversation, she couldn't point out what it was that made her so calm whenever she heard your voice, so she felt so eager to know you in person. Of course, Zeus didn't take long to realize this either, and he knew infidelity when he saw it. "What is it? You're still mad at me, that's why you're doing this?"

"What I do with my temples and worshippers is none of your business. You have a lot of nerve to accuse me of cheating, being you after all. I bet you took advantage that I haven't punished your new whore, and have been seeking to see her again and again." The truth was, while she wouldn't call it 'cheating' she had grown quite fond of you, your interactions had been nothing but pleasant conversations. You listened to everything she said, cared about her, your voice was like hearing the most beautiful flow of the river pass by, stopping to softly kiss her worries away...the last part wasn't really a metaphor of any kind, you two did kiss once, under the soft moonlight that could reach the temple, it felt soft and full of love unlike her marriage. But she'd rather swallow all her feelings that admit them to Zeus, she wouldn't give him that.

But it was too obvious now, she was getting ready to see you, her hair carefully brushed and she was wearing her most beautiful jewelry and the most shining gemstones one could ever find. She looked happier just from the thought of getting away from Zeus and going down into your arms. Because tonight, you two would have your first official date.

"Now leave, I have better things to do than listening to your lying voice" She had no intentions on giving it to Zeus, to let him take away her little calm and happiness in this faulty marriage. As soon as she came back she'd murder that new affair partner of his, to lower his interest on her new favorite mortal

[ghostiehatesithere]

Ares: "GET BACK HERE--!"

Reader: "I hardly see what you are complaining about! You've been bedding Aphrodite our entire marriage--!"

Apollo: "....."

Dionysus: *walking in holding his head, nursing a hangover* "Guys, volume, please--"

Apollo: "I wouldn't interrupt if I were you."

Ares: "THAT IS ENTIRELY DIFFERENT--"

Reader: "HOW?!"

Dionysus: "Why are they fighting...?"

Apollo: "Er...Ares might have found Father in her bed this morning..."

Dionysus: "Oh." *sips from his chalice* "...do we have to stay here? My head is killing me--"

Ares: "YOU WAIT UNTIL MOTHER HEARS OF THIS--!"

Reader: "Oh, FINE, run away and cry to MUMMY--!"

Apollo: "....you don't seem surprised."

Dionysus: "That she's fucking Father? Half of Greece can claim that."

Eagle overhead that Definitely is NOT Zeus: *indignant squawk*

Hermes: *pokes head in* "What if I told you Ares didn't just find Father in there? I saw Uncle Poseidon leaving in an awful hurry..."

Dionysus: "Wait, really--?"

Apollo: "NO! Tell me EVERYTHING--"

Ares: "I SWEAR ON THE RIVER STYX IF YOU THREE DO NOT GET OUT OF HERE--!"

Apollo, Hermes and Dionysus: *flee to gossip elsewhere*

[ghostiehatesithere]

Boz Apollo x Reader?

Apollo has to get up from bed but reader locks him back with their legs. Like as soon as he sits up, their legs immediately cage around him and pulls him back down.

a/n: love me some apollo requests ; there’s just something about the god of sun being so in love with someone that they call in sick to RISING THE GODDAMN sun

Apollo stirred beneath the warmth of the sheets. He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, groaning quietly as he stretched.

But just as he began to rise, something soft and firm hooked around his torso—your legs, quick as lightning, caged him with precision. You clamped him back down with surprising strength for someone half-asleep.

“Apollo,” you murmured, voice still laced with drowsy mischief, “where do you think you’re going?”

His eyes were wide with surprise for a second before softening and leaning into your arms, gently kissing your forehead. “The sun isn’t going to raise itself.” He laughed against your skin.

You yawned and dragged him deeper into the warmth of the bed. He landed beside you, tangled in blankets, golden hair haloed on the pillow.

“For once,” you whispered, wrapping yourself around him, “let the world wait.”

Apollo’s laugh was low and reluctant. “You realize if I don’t rise, there will be chaos. Crops will die. Worshippers will panic.” You hummed and kissed his face, his eyes, his nose, his ears with each reason “Roosters will be... very confused.” His body eventually relaxed into your affection

“Roosters will cope,” you said, nuzzling into his neck. “You’ve spent centuries rising for everyone else. Stay a little longer…for me”

His breath hitched—not from your grip, but your words. And for once, the sun obeyed a different pull.

He stayed.

[ghostiehatesithere]

Apollo x Mortal! Reader

This was not a request. I made this out of motivation again. Hope you enjoy it, and I'm sorry for any mistakes! (BTW, ik, this is OOC, I don't think Apollo would cheat on his lovers! I just felt like writing angst!)

(*´∇｀)ﾉ

Words: 1,440

Fluff, angst, cheating, mention of s*x, no happy ending

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No Undoing

You lived in the forest, away from the village. You would only go to the village to get some food, furniture, and a bit more stuff. But you would return to your cottage, it was a decent house.

One day, you were wandering around in a nearby field. It was a nice day, and the rays of sunlight shone through the leaves and onto you. Suddenly, you heard a tree twig break. You immediately turned to where you heard it, and there stood a God, Apollo.

You had caught Apollo’s attention with your gorgeous appearance. He had been observing you for a while and decided to court you properly.

After some time, Apollo asked you to be his lover, and you said yes. A God being in a relationship with a mere mortal, wasn’t the first nor the last.

He took you to Mount Olympus so you could stay with him. He introduced you to his twin sister and his other siblings and showed you around Olympus.

It’s been months since you two have been in a relationship. However, one day, you both had an argument. You don’t remember the details or what you two even fought about. But you decided to leave Mount Olympus after that. You had gotten onto a pegasus and flew to your cottage in the forest. 

You wanted time away from Apollo so you both could calm down. You put the pegasus in a stable you thankfully had.

It’s been a week and a few days since you last spoke or saw Apollo. You decided to return to Mount Olympus to apologize for your rash decision and for arguing with him. You decided to wait until night, in case Apollo saw you in the daylight because of his duties. Once it was midnight, you went into the village to get some of Apollo's favorites like sunflower seeds, honey, and a few incense you thought he may like.

You put all the items in a basket, got the pegasus out of the stable, and flew to Olympus. When you finally reached Mount Olympus and put the pegasus somewhere safe, strong thunders of light could be heard. From what you can tell, Zeus was angered and aiming towards the sea.

But that didn't matter to you. You just wanted to see Apollo. You ran eagerly to finally see Apollo again. You entered his chamber, and what you saw shocked you to your core. 

“My sunlight, I wanted to apologize-”, There before you was Apollo laying with a man and a woman.

Apollo and the two strangers were awakened by the roarings of lightnings. Just as they awakened, you opened the door.

The colors on Apollo's face drained from him the moment he heard your voice and saw you. He saw the look in your eyes, going from cheerful to betrayal.

“Love-” He tried to call out for you, but you immediately slammed the door.

Apollo had quickly gotten up, put on some clothes, and ran out to find you. Once he opened the door, it looked like you were already gone, but he saw a glimpse of you running in the far distance.

Apollo immediately ran to where he saw you. Due to him being a God, he had faster speed, and he was able to catch up to you. He immediately grabbed you by your wrist, the one that doesn’t have the basket.

“Darling, please let me explain-” he had a hint of sadness and panic in his voice. Something most mortals and gods have never seen.

“Explain what!? That you decided to have sex behind my back!? That you didn’t mean to have sex with them!? What is there to say that will save you from what I've witnessed? Would you have even told me about this if I hadn’t!?” You shouted, anger fueling your body.

Apollo stood there silent. He knew you were correct. There was no doubt that there was nothing to explain why he had done what he did. But he didn’t want to let go of you and your relationship.

You watched as he stood there. You looked back to see the pegasus just a few feet away. You didn’t want to be anywhere near Apollo, not after what you saw.

You took this opportunity to grip the basket from the handle as hard as you could and hit Apollo in the face with it. Apollo’s hand let go of your wrist from the sudden impact. You took that chance to run to the pegasus and fly away from Mount Olympus.

The impact from the basket had made Apollo fall to the ground. He watched as you flew away on the pegasus. He wanted to continue to follow you, but he knew that would cause you more pain. He looked down and saw the basket he was hit with and all the items you had put in it. The sunflower seed and incense scattered, and the honey jar was broken on the floor.

Apollo felt guilt continuing to consume him.

He was supposed to protect you, but instead, he was the one to cause you the greatest pain. 

As you flew, you decided to go into a cave in the mountains. You didn’t want to go to your cottage, in case Apollo went there to find you. The pegasus lays in the cave with you as you wept.

Right then and there, you decided to make a vow, “I vow to punish anyone who cheats on their significant other. Man or woman, both shall receive a punishment that fits their act of causing a person they love pain.”

What you didn’t know was that a certain Goddess had heard you. That Goddess was the Queen of the Gods, Hera. She listened to your vow, saw your tears, and was moved by it. With that, she decided to appear before you.

Hera comforted you. She knows the pain of being betrayed. She decided to make you a God/Goddess. “You shall now be the God/Goddess of punishing those who have committed adultery. If the person happens to be a God, then you may punish them and seek me if they try to harm you. I will ask my worshippers to build you some temples, but I have faith that your influence will spread around Greece greatly. You will have a home in Mount Olympus.” She said with confidence but also kindness.

Soon Hera would disappear. 

After a few days, you flew out of the cave with the pegasus. You went to where most people worshipped Hera. There, you saw a newly built temple. Once you landed, you saw many coming to you with offerings and praises. Hera was true to her words.

Soon, you did as you vowed, punishing those who committed adultery and even giving the poor victim a bit of success or luck. Because you gave victims success and punished those who were in the wrong, many people went to different parts of Greece and built temples for you. More people started worshipping you and wrote some of your stories of the punishments you’ve done, both on mortals and Gods.

However, none of your worshippers knew why you became the God/Goddess of punishing affairs.

Because of you being such an important God/Goddess, you lived on Mount Olympus, just like Hera said. You and Hera actually have a good relationship. You were her favorite and treated you better than her sons.

However, since you now live on Mount Olympus, you have to see someone whom you have full hatred for, on mostly a daily basis, Apollo.

Every time Apollo saw you, he would try to wave at you or interact with you in some way. However, every time, you ignored him or glared at him. For any communication he has to do with you, Hermes has to be the one to send your reply. Every time he would fight in the arena, he would look for you in the stands, hoping that you would come, but every time, he was left disappointed. 

All he could do was continue failing, looking at the incense he picked up from the floor of that night, and ask his worshippers to build statues of you in his temples. It’s the only thing he could have that reminded him of what he lost because of his actions. He regrets it deeply. He even started ignoring Hyacinths and Daphne. 

He knows it’s rude and cowardly to ignore them, but he can’t bear to remember that night.

He was no greater than his father. 

A God having an affair, wasn’t the first nor the last.

~Lilly's

[ghostiehatesithere]

Apollo: "Ah, Hermes. I wasn't expecting you here."

Hermes: "I could say the same to you. Where is--?"

Reader: "Ah, there you both are. Thank you for arriving at such short notice. I require your assistance in a...delicate matter."

Hermes: "So you asked Apollo?"

Apollo: *elbowing Hermes* "Always happy to assist, my dear. What do you need exactly? I thought you'd be distracted with Hera trying to marry you off."

Reader: "It's about that, actually. I would like to have sex with you both."

Hermes: "...."

Apollo: "...."

Hermes: "...pardon?"

Reader: "Hera is pressing me to marry Ares. I don't particularly want to, and if she catches me in bed with the two of you, she won't either. Everybody wins, yes?"

Apollo: "....her logic is flawless, Hermes--"

Hermes: "Apollo!"

Apollo: "I mean... *clears throat* "My dear, as...enticing an offer as that is, I don't think--"

Reader: *starts walking towards the bedroom*

Apollo: "...Hermes, talk me out of this."

Hermes: "It will infuriate Ares and Hera."

Apollo: *striding after Reader, tugging Hermes along* "Damn it, I said talk me out of it!"

[ghostiehatesithere]

Professor Crewel: ...Pup.

MC: Yes, Professor Crewel? *carrying the sleeping Luke in their arms*

Professor Crewel: Couldn't you have left him at Ramshackle Dorm?

MC: He insisted on going with me and… *glances at Grim, who's with the other students* ...he stayed up late last night because Grim wouldn't let him sleep.

Professor Crewel: Huh. It's like you're raising two children.

MC: Haha...

Professor Crewel: Anyway, as long as he doesn’t disrupt my class—and provided you also keep an eye on Grim—then I suppose it shouldn’t be a problem.

MC: *smiles* Yes, professor. Thank you.

Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel: ...

Ace: Oi, Grim, that's Luke's plate.

Grim: He's not here, is he?

Deuce: The Prefect will get mad at you for stealing his food.

Grim: Myahaha! Does it have Luke's name? *frowns* No! So it's mine!

Jack: Grim, are you jealous of Luke?

Epel: You don't need to ask that, Jack. It's obvious.

Grim: I'm not jealous of him!

Ace: Sure... Anyway, where have they gone to—

Ace: *his phone rings*

Ace: Oh. It's the Prefect. *answers it* Hello? Eh?! You have an emergency? Okay. Yeah, Grim's with us.

Ace: Hm. Sure. *sighs* I guess we can babysit him.

Grim: ...

Ace: See you later. *hangs up* Looks like they're not joining us for lunch.

Epel: What happened?

Ace: Something about an emergency, but they didn't say what.

Jack: It must be about Luke.

Deuce: Maybe.

Grim: ...

Ace: Grim... *smirks teasingly* Are you crying?

Grim: What? No!

Epel: It's alright, Grim. I'm sure the Prefect didn't mean to ditch you.

Jack: You're making it worse.

Grim: ...

Grim: *cries*

Ace: *laughs*

Deuce: Ace, you're not helping.

MC and Luke: *were summoned by the Headmage to the Mirror Chamber to investigate the sighting of an unknown reflection of a man who was randomly calling their names*

Luke: MC...

MC: *reassuringly* It's okay, Luke. I'm here.

Luke: What if it's a ghost?

MC: If it is, I'm sure it won't be as scary as the ones in Devildom.

Luke: Well... You've got a point...

"MC? Luke? If you're there, please answer me."

MC and Luke: ...

MC: Solomon?

Solomon: Oh, thank goodness! *his reflection appears*

Luke: *excitedly* Solomon!

Solomon: So this is where both of you are. *chuckles*