Summary: Peter Parker has angered the gods and now there is a price he must pay will his friend Y/N help him appease the Olympians?
Pairing: Zeus!Steve x Reader
Word Count: 727
Rating: M for suggestive dialogue at the end, more tags will be added as the story progresses
Inspiration: I was a Percy Jackson kid that now has daddy issues and an obsession with Steve Rogers
Author’s Note: Hi! This is my very first fic and I’m super nervous to post, I know it’s a lot of build-up and ends on a cliffhanger but that’s just to see if people are interested. Please let me know what you think and thanks for reading!!
Y/N sat at the dining room table watching as the storm clouds rolled in. She had always loved the rain. The way it turned the grass and flowers into a vibrant paradise, even the usual cold, metal skyline of New York City seemed livelier when it rained. Y/N found herself smiling into her warm mug of peppermint tea. She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the knock on her door until it was practically knocked off its hinges. When Y/N opened the door her best friend, Peter Parker, barged in and sat heavily on her couch. He put his head in his hands and started mumbling to himself. “ I screwed up Y/N, I screwed up really bad.” Y/N took in the sight of Peter Parker slowly, he looked like he hadn’t slept in at least a week and needed a change of clothes. Y/N put her mug down and sat next to her friend. “What happened? Are you okay?”
Peter looked at Y/N and shook his head “no, I’m not okay. I just pissed off all of Olympus.” Y/N laughed and replied, “I’m sure it’s not that bad Peter, nothing can be worse than when you melted that bowl of muffin mix in the microwave.” Peter cracked a small smile “ I wish that was true, Y/N I don’t think you’re going to believe me when I tell you what happened.” “Try me, Pete.” Peter looked down at his hands and sighed, “ I think that the gods of Olympus are going to murder me.” Y/N laughed and shook her head, Peter continued, “no Y/N you have to believe me, they’re going to come after me and I need you to promise me that you’re going to be safe.” “Peter I’m not sure what you took but next time you have to give me some.” Peter shook his head frantically. “Y/N you don’t understand the gods think I stole something and now they’re coming after me.”
“Well did you steal something?” Y/N asked. “Of course not! I know I’m not the smartest person but I’m not that stupid.” He replied. Y/N sighed and stood up from the couch “ if you didn’t steal anything then there’s no reason for them to try and kill you. What do they think you stole anyway?” Peter looked around like someone was watching and then whispered “they think I stole Athena’s flower.”
“Athena’s flower? What even is that?”
“I have no idea but you know I wouldn’t steal that especially because of Aunt May’s allergies.”
“Why don’t you just go to Olympus and explain your side of the story to them?”
“You know that no mortal can enter Olympus without express permission from the gods.”
“So just ask for permission?”
“And how do you propose I do that exactly?”
Y/N dropped to her knees dramatically and started shouting “ Oh mighty Zeus, the great sky daddy! Can we pretty please come up into your big sky fortress so my friend Peter can clear his name?” Y/N peeked one eye open and sighed, “well I guess that the gods can’t be that mad at you.”
All of a sudden a crash of thunder shook the building after it followed a brilliant flash of lightning. Y/N and Peter jump and look at each other. Y/N breaks the silence “I’m sure that was just a coincidence.” There came a knock on the door, it sounded almost hesitant. Y/N moves towards the door but Peter grabs her wrist, “what are you doing?” She replies “I’m answering the door, it could be Mrs. Johnson, you know she gets nervous when the weather is bad.” Y/N continues to move towards the door and opens it slowly.
At first, all she sees is a well-defined torso then she slowly drags her eyes up to be met with two earth-toned eyes. The owner of these eyes speaks in a smooth and even voice, “good evening miss, my name is Sam Wilson and my employer is very interested in speaking with you and your friend.” Y/N swallows thickly and asks “and who exactly is your employer Mr. Wilson?” Sam laughs and leans in close to whisper “he’s the guy you were just on your knees for sweetheart.”
sometimes the moral of the story really is just "you cannot go back and what happened to you is going to be with you for the rest of your life. but it's still going to be okay" huh
how on earth could anyone expect me not to fall at least a little bit in love with my friends? do you know my friends?! theyre the coolest, loveliest, most talented AND smartest individuals on the planet, baby! the things that they know, the things that they create, the ways in which they navigate the world!! i'm besotted with every last one of them!!!!!
don’t know who else needs to hear this (it’s me honestly) but maybe it can help be a good gentle reminder to anyone who may need it:
the people that care about you in your life won’t be angry at you or annoyed with you for having bad days, or for being sad or for struggling with things 💕 you are a not a burden and you haven’t taken a step back or undone any progress you made when difficult feelings or times roll around again
you have not ruined anything, you have not dampened the mood, you have not driven anyone away, you have not done anything wrong. people still love you even when you’re sad, people still think you are important and wonderful. your sadness is not all that you are i promise
the people who love you will not leave you, they still care, they still want you in their lives, they still think you’re special because you are and inherently always have been and this won’t change for them even on the worst days, even when you don’t believe it or can’t see it, you are still loveable and worthy 💕
I love the concept of cuddle. Soft touching. Head scratches. Warm blanket. Tight hugs. Eye contact. Cozy space. Cute giggles. Neck kisses. Comforting silence. Peace.
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