warnings: none, all sfw, if you think I missed anything on characters, just lmk! This is unfinished, so I might or might not make pt. 2 with other characters!!
HERCULES ————
BULLETPOINT VER.
BEST character to put this on, change my mind. (#needthat)
He’d be confused, if you just did it without a word to him. Regardless on if you explained it now or later, he’d agree and lend you his arm.
Need a flex? He’s got it. Though, make sure that ribbon is strong, or it’ll snap right apart! Hercules has quite the strong muscles.
He’s not as desperate for this moment as Ares, but he definitely loves to prove himself to you, whether it’s by silly things like this or by protecting you.
WRITTEN OUT VER.
From the moment you asked for his arm, he’s been lost in the situation. You were so cute yet admirable, looking so focused. Yet, he didn’t know what for.
He simply offered his arm with no explanation needed, moving it a little more away from his body so you could move your hand in between to wrap the ribbon.
“Ah… So, uh… What’s this for?” He finally decided to ask, rather than being left in the dark.
When you explained, and maybe even had to show him a video or two of the (modern) human couples doing it, he finally understood.
“If that’s the case, I won’t object.” Not like he would’ve, either way…
He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you so locked in on taking this video and perfecting angle. Quality time like this is what he relishes in, when it comes to you.
When you finally decided to tell him to flex his muscles for the camera, he was a bit uncertain.
“Flex? You sure?” He questioned you first, just to be sure. After all, the ribbon looked quite… thin.
Nonetheless, he listened to you always and tightened his arm muscle. Though, don’t be shocked if you hear a quiet snap next, and the ribbon drops somewhere on the floor.
POSEIDON ————
BULLETPOINT VER.
Psh, goodluck with that!— He definitely would need a bit of bothering to convince him to just give up and let you! Not that he doesn’t think he’s strong enough— he just doesn’t want to. He gives no reason why, but asks why he’d need to do it.
Will give a minor flex, barely effort, barely showing what he can truly do, but it snaps the ribbon all the same, so he doesn’t really care.
While you’re whining about how he did it too quickly, he’s looking off elsewhere with his usual silence, as usual. Though, don’t think he’s not paying attention to you; his ears are waiting for that voice of yours to hit.
WRITTEN OUT VER.
After numerous whines and begs to get him to put the ribbon on, he finally gave a defeated scoff, letting you wrap it on his right arm.
As you got the video ready, you barely had two seconds of positioning the recording phone til he just barely flexed his muscle, as if testing the ribbon, and a snap.
Once the shock of what even happened faded, you grew a bit annoyed at how he tried to act nonchalant… He knew what he did.
“Excuse me, sir, I did not say go!” But, he never listened, as if some cat, his head turned away. “Psh. What’d you think would happen?” What a tone he had.
In reality, he wasn’t looking at anything in specific; he just wanted to hear how your voice raised slightly as you did whenever you complained. He’s an impatient man, don’t keep him waiting for those reactions he wants so badly.
ARES ————
BULLETPOINT VER.
He’s been WAITING for this.
You just inflated his ego so bad, so congratulations or my condolences, whichever you prefer.
Lowkey, if you didn’t ask sooner, he might’ve just done it himself to flex. Well, if he wasn’t so into the disgusted-in-humans mindset.
So, with that, he might act like he’s above it or that he has better to do, but is doing it for you. Folding under zero pressure, at that.
The type to be like “Noooo, nooo, I couldn’t………. okay, let’s do it.”
Unlike Hercules, he’s most definitely trying to break that ribbon on purpose. All those other muscular Gods can’t compare to the bow-breaking real deal!
Plays it off like it’s casual, but you probably know better than that, and he’s probably expecting your praises for it.
WRITTEN OUT VER.
When you asked for his arm, he was a little suspicious of you standing there, seemingly innocently holding a ribbon. To him, he had no idea what this ribbon could mean.
“What for..? And, what’s that ribbon for..?” He asked, eyeing you curiously. However, his suspicion dropped when you showed him the trend.
He tried to act calm about it, but he was just as excited as you, proven to you by how he looked so closely at the video, and then at his arm.
“I mean,” He crossed his arms, looking elsewhere but you. “I guess I could help you out with this. Though, I could be doing other things…” He mumbled.
“Here! use this arm!” He immediately gave you one of his arms, probably the one he considered his better arm, and watched with pure delight as you tied the bow.
As you recorded, he put some effort into contracting his muscles, as to ensure he’d the bow with ease. He was satisfied, seeing your reaction.
“Heh, guess I don’t know my own strength…”
End note: This was written quite some time ago, so please ignore any switching of past and present tense, heh…. Hope you enjoy!
Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for some headcanons of the ‘only one bed’ trope with the Olympians (or just whoever you feel comfortable with) please? I really love your writing!
There's Only One Bed: Olympian Edition
For the sake of this scenario, assume you are in the beginning/crush stage of the relationship. Just to add a little more tension.
You're traveling with your god/ess of choice when evening falls and you have to stop for the night. But uh oh! there's only one bed available! Whatever will you do?
Warnings: mentions/discussion of exorsexism in Artemis's part
🩷Aphrodite🩷
Okay, so no shot Aphrodite didn't do this on purpose. Oh nooo, there's only one bed, whatever will we doooo~
Aphrodite is very okay with this situation. She titters and falls back on the bed, patting the covers beside her invitingly.
"You're not going to make me sleep all alone now, are you, dearest?"
If you absolutely insist, Aphrodite will let you take the floor (like hell is she sleeping on the floor, are you out of your mind), but she'd really much rather you come and cuddle with her. And... perhaps do something else...? 👀
Aphrodite is a snuggly sleeper and will spend most of the night wrapped around you like an octopus. Her hair keeps ending up in your mouth. She smells absolutely delightful though and you wake up more rested than you've felt in years
⚔️Ares⚔️
"This is certainly... unforeseen. Well, nothing to be done for it, I suppose. I have slept in worse places. Come, perhaps I'll tell you about them as we prepare for bed..."
It barely even occurs to Ares to be awkward or reserved about it. Soldiers sleep in close quarters all the time. This is no different, really. And Ares is a gentleman. Even if he finds you attractive, he's perfectly capable of keeping his hands to himself.
If you're upset about it, Ares will be okay with taking the floor. He's not mad and nothing will change about his previous light demeanor, but he is internally deeply confused and a little hurt. Do you not like him or something :(
If you do sleep with Ares, he's perfectly pleasant and keeps everything above the belt unless you give him explicit signals. He smells like blood and steel and sweat, but it's not altogether unpleasant. If you snuggle up to him, Ares will hold you and be incredibly charmed <3
Just don't let him get started on those stories tho, or you'll be up all night
🏹Artemis🏹
Her reaction entirely depends upon gender. If you're a woman, she won't think twice about hopping into bed with you. She does it all the time with her hunting group, it's no big deal.
"You want left or right side? I'm cool with either."
She attends to her weaponry, oiling her bow and fletching arrows as needed, before she joins you. Artemis takes her cues from you, but assuming you have no problem with it, she presses up close to you and you fall asleep like a pair of nested animals.
If you're a man, she's a little more apprehensive.
"...You're not going to be weird about this or anything, right?"
It'll take Artemis a bit longer to warm up to men. She likes you, but she is still hesitant. Careful not to make any sudden moves! Embarrassingly (for her), her walls fall when she's asleep and she wakes up cuddled up to you anyway. She wakes up before you and you spend the next day wondering why Artemis seems so cranky (she's flustered lmaoo)
(This reaction is trans-inclusive btw. Artemis validates your gender so hard, she almost kicks herself onto the floor sksdsd) If you identify as non-binary/agender, Artemis's reaction will depend on your most common gender presentation and/or involve a lot of unconscious internal calculations about which side to assign you as. This isn't to be purposefully rude or transphobic, this is just an unconscious bias that she's not aware of yet! She will notice eventually and work on it, but probably not for a while without outside interference
🦉Athena🦉
Athena takes it in stride, like she takes everything else. It's very hard to rattle her lol.
"Hmm. Well, we'll just have to make the best of it. Things could certainly be worse."
She won't hear anything about either one of you taking the floor. The bed is plenty big enough for you both. Like Ares, she has the mentality of "soldiers sleep together, there's nothing weird about this." However, unlike Ares, she rarely puts this into practice and it's only when she's lying down next to you does it occur to her what she's actually doing.
Athena is so so awkward to snuggle with. She'll never initiate it as she doesn't even consider it as something she could possibly want. If you do it she's like ??? what are you doing. Now, this isn't to say stop, but you are definitely going to have to deal with Athena being very very rigid until she works out how this is all supposed to work.
Anyway, if you do cuddle with her prepare to never stop. She won't admit it (even to herself lmao) but she liked that more than she thought she would. She definitely thinks you're mad at her if you stop cuddling. Why would you hurt her feelings like that :(
❄️Demeter❄️
"This is absolutely unacceptable. I'll see that something is done about this at once."
If there's an option, say you're staying at an inn, Demeter will immediately storm off and intimidate the innkeeper into submission. She will even turn the owner out of their own bed. You disrespect the gods so by trying to make her and her companion sleep on the floor?
If there is no alternative, well. Demeter certainly isn't sleeping on the ground. She's much too old for that. There's only one logical solution. However she fails to actually say this out loud. With words. And acts affronted if you start to set up on the ground. Is she so awful that you'd rather take the floor?
In bed, Demeter keeps strictly to her side of the bed. She won't think to increase her body temperature until you start shivering and then she'll gently chastise you for not telling her in the first place. It takes a while for Demeter to warm up to people, so assuming you've hit the crush stage, she's already softened enough that the idea of snuggling is charming. She's a little apprehensive at first but quickly relaxes and can't help but pull you even closer.
🍇Dionysus🍇
Dionysus is completely cool with this. I mean, what did you expect, this is Dionysus we're talking about! He's taking this whole thing without even blinking and honestly, barely even considers a world where either one of you spend the night on the floor.
"Guess we're getting real close tonight, huh? Neat. It's been a while since I've had a good slumber party."
Insisting on sleeping separately will bring out the rare "pissed Dionysus." What do you mean you don't want to snuggle with him?? He thought you two were mates??? What the hell, man???? After that, he sure as fuck isn't giving you the bed and will give you the cold shoulder for the rest of the night. He's mostly over it in the morning but he is still upset. Forgiven but not forgotten. That one hurt, y'know? He has feelings too :(
Assuming you are fine with it, you're not going to get a chance to initiate snuggles. Dionysus has already thrown his arm around you and has launched into some story or other. Good luck getting him to shut up long enough to actually sleep lol
🪽Hermes🪽
This scenario is incredibly unlikely with Hermes. He knows the whole of Greece better than anyone (he's been up and down it enough times!) and he knows exactly the best places to catch a few winks for the night. Unless...? Yep, you guessed it! Hermes engineered this one as an excuse to snuggle with his crush. (That's you btw)
If you're at all perceptive, you might even clue in on the fact that he did it on purpose. He's oddly insistent on sharing, even though he usually brags about being able to sleep anywhere. He's talking a mile a minute. Like even faster than he usually does. You can barely get a word in edgewise because he will. not. shut. up.
"Just one bed? Hope you're not a blanket hog! Because I am! ...That was a joke, haha! I actually kick in my sleep."
He does. Btw. He also rolls around like a hamster on crack. The only way to stop him is by snuggling him, thereby pinning him down. Good luck getting him loose if you have to pee tho, that fucker holds on TIGHT.
Planned on confessing his crush to you that night, but chickens out unless you catch on and confront him about setting this all up. He'll find his courage. Eventually. It will take him approximately fifty tries and a swat upside the head with an oar via a very fed-up Charon. Look. he's great at delivering at message. Less so at talking about his feelings.
🔱Poseidon🔱
You're insane if you think Poseidon is sleeping on the floor. Anyway, you're also insane if you think Poseidon is letting you sleep on the floor. Usually a crush stage would imply some manner of awkwardness but Poseidon is VERY forward with his romantic interest.
"Come on and get comfortable already! What are you waiting for, an invitation? Well, here it is!"
This would be the catalyst for your relationship. Poseidon just can't help the way he's looking at you, the way his hands are wandering. If you reciprocate, he's thrilled and eager to ramp it up. Kiss him. You'll stun him for a second and make him blush.
Poseidon is a cuddler. He also snores. And there's no way in the world to make him stop. Enjoy!
⚡️Zeus⚡️
If there's an option, say you're staying at in inn, Zeus will immediately storm off and intimidate the innkeeper into submission. ...Hey, wait a minute, didn't we do that one? You're insane if you think Zeus is sleeping on the floor. Anyway, you're also insane if you think Zeus is letting you sleep on the floor. Wait, didn't we do that one too?
Zeus's reaction is a combination of Demeter and Poseidon. Assuming he can't get his way, Zeus tidily assumes you will be sleeping together and soundly forgets to inform you. Like Demeter, he'll get pissy if you try to set up elsewhere.
"And whatever do you think you're doing? I'll have none of that now. What kind of monster do you think I am, to turn you out of a warm bed?"
Like Poseidon, his hands start to wander. He won't blush if you kiss him, but he will laugh heartily and that's almost as good. The only way to fluster him is to goad him into admitting his feelings for you. You've never seen him so red and honestly no one else probably has either.
Written for anon 🪷🪼. Just a fun, tension-filled scenario with no angst—hope you enjoy it ✨
⸻ 𓂃𓂂◌💍🌷◌˳𓇬
Trying to pin Seraphim to the wall had been… optimistic.
Up close, he was impossible to ignore.
His white hair was tied back, a thick golden streak resting over his shoulder like molten light. His black sclerae and red pupils followed every movement you made, unblinking. The scar over his left eye gleamed faintly, the gold band at its edge catching the light as if it were watching you just as closely.
Your hands pressed against his chest.
He didn’t move.
His gray skin was warm beneath your palms, red markings spreading across it, almost seeming to pulse the longer you stayed there. Spikes rose from his head and arms, close enough to remind you that this was a terrible idea—
—and yet Seraphim simply looked down at you.
“…You’re very close,” he observed quietly.
Before you could reply, warmth pressed into your back.
Ares.
His presence was overwhelming—taller, broader, solid muscle beneath a dark gray chest plate, the weight of him unmistakable. His arms came up on either side of you, bracketing you in without touching at first, spiked forearm cuffs glinting as he leaned closer.
Close enough that you could feel his breath.
“You’re blocking the wall,” Ares murmured near your ear. “Mind if I help?”
Your breath caught.
“I—was—”
Seraphim lifted one arm, bracing it against the stone just above your head. The movement brought him closer, the black cape slipping slightly off his shoulder, leather bands shifting with a quiet creak.
Now there was no space left.
Stone at your front.
Seraphim’s heat inches away.
Ares’ chest solid at your back.
You swallowed.
Seraphim tilted his head slightly, studying you with unsettling focus. “You’re trembling.”
“I’m not,” you lied.
Ares chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through you. “You are. Just a little.”
His hands finally settled at your waist—not gripping, not restraining—just there, thumbs warm through the fabric, grounding you where you stood.
You felt very aware of how much smaller you were.
Seraphim leaned in just enough that you could feel his breath, eyes never leaving yours. “You tried to pin me,” he said softly. “Was this the outcome you expected?”
“No,” you admitted.
“…Good,” Ares murmured.
The word sent a shiver through you.
Despite the spikes, the scars, the sheer power surrounding you, neither of them rushed you. Seraphim’s closeness was deliberate, controlled. Ares’ hold was steady, protective, as if daring you to pull away—while knowing you wouldn’t.
“If you wish to step back,” Seraphim said quietly, “you may.”
Neither of them moved.
Your heart hammered.
You didn’t step away.
Ares’ breath ghosted your ear. “Seems like you’re exactly where you want to be.”
And for a moment—caught between ruin and war—you couldn’t argue.
I’m so excited to share a brand-new Percy Jackson bot for anyone craving danger, tension, and slow-burn chaos ✨🔥
🔥 {Accidental Proposal AU} — Ares 🔥
Ares has always thrived in conflict—its sharp edges, its unforgiving rules, its intoxicating danger. But when a daughter of Aphrodite accidentally binds herself to him during a desperate quest outside of Camp Half-Blood, everything changes. She doesn’t come to him for love, or for charm, or for mercy—she comes out of fear, out of survival, and he’s equal parts intrigued, amused, and irritated.
He watches. He tests. He mocks. And though he would never admit it, he protects her in his own brutal, possessive way.
This is an Ares who is cocky, dangerous, and unpredictable—but who notices everything, from her defiance to the faint trace of her mother’s blood that marks her, and can’t help but be drawn into the chaos she brings.
✨ slow-burn tension
✨ dangerous, protective energy
✨ mythic, messy romance
✨ a god who notices everything
If you like your romance intense, messy, and impossible to ignore… this one’s for you 🔥🖤
Summary: Falling for the god of war was your first mistake, the second was letting him give you his child. Then, when the times comes to give up your son, you make sure you're not the only one to pay a price. (wc. 3.7)
Warnings: OOC Ares (I write MY version of Ares, he's just better that way). Swearing. Reader is female bodied, a mother. Named OC child of Ares (physically ambiguous).
Listening to: 'The Mighty Fall' by Fall Out Boy - "They say I got screws missing, well hell, only when I'm missing you, and hell yeah, I'm a dick, girl, addicted to you."
Same timeline as These Drabbles || Masterlist || AO3 link
There was nothing you loved more in the whole world than your son.
He was bright, brave despite how young he was, and undeniably kind even with the circumstances. He hadn’t quite reached the realization that being seen in public with his mother was the most disgusting thing in the world, which meant you got to spend as much time with him as you could outside of work and school.
The only bad thing about him was how much he could act like his father.
You’d been caught up with his side of the world your whole life. Since you were a child you saw things that others couldn’t - chalked up to an overactive imagination, even as you grew well past the age of imaginary friends. Then you grew up, and you met him.
You knew there was something different about him, and it wasn’t just from the way he seemed to forget his own name (he was so unsure when he stuttered out ‘Andreas’, and less sure when you told him he didn’t look like his name was Andreas). He seemed inhuman.
As you got to know him, sometimes you caught him not blinking, not breathing even, for whole minutes - it was like he didn’t notice he needed to. Then you caught his eyes in the dark of one night, they reflected at you a bright fiery red, and you knew he wasn’t telling you everything.
The night you confronted him, he told you he was Ares, God of War. You fleetingly thought he was joking, but then you remembered why you were having that conversation and it made sense. You believed him. He took you home on the back of his bike and spent the night, one of a few already - only this time, a few months after you ended up in your bathroom staring down at a positive pregnancy test.
The rest is history.
Or so you’d hoped, because as great as Ody was he came with a whole set of challenges that normal, non-demigod children did not have.
The biggest was those creatures you used to see. Monsters now. You saw less of them now you were older, but Ares warned that as your son got older those monsters would come after him. They’d feel his power grow as he did, and they would want it for themselves. It was the first thing Ares told you when you told him you were pregnant.
He offered to train you to fight, and you said yes. There was no way you’d let anyone hurt your child, not while you were carrying him inside you, and not after he could stand on his own two feet.
When Ody was born, others gifted you toys, books, all sorts of baby supplies - Ares gave you two rings. You remember staring at them in their box as a newborn Ody laid sleeping beside you, then looking up at him.
You asked if he was stupid, which he didn’t understand why based on how angry he got after. When you explained that usually marriage comes before a baby, he just scoffed at you.
He explained the rings were a gift to you, enchanted so that they’d turn to daggers once you took them off after you put them on for the first time. Celestial bronze was what he said they were made of, a metal ineffective to a mortal like you but deadly to the monsters, Ody, could even harm him if you wanted to.
(He smiled when he confessed to the last part, as if he enjoyed the thought of you trying to harm him. You could tell from the way his eyes flashed with that glint you came to learn as passion that he was daydreaming about how angry you’d be, which you chose to ignore.)
In the five years since then, you’d used the daggers less than you’d thought, but still more often that you’d liked. And, as Ares had warned, as Ody grew older sightings of the monsters became more often. Ody hadn’t had to see you fight them off, except once, and that was a few months ago.
You didn’t want your poor boy to be looking over his shoulder, but he was brave. And smart. It wasn’t like you could hide them from him forever.
You sat him down and told him everything he’d understand. He concluded before you admitted it that his dad being Ares was the reason he didn’t live with you. (‘He’s busy being a god. That’s why he doesn’t do sleepovers every night like other dads do. Right?’ was what he said. You didn’t have to make up any other excuse - besides, it was the truth.)
But since then you felt like the monsters were getting closer. More common.
You didn’t realize how bad it got until you were unlocking your apartment door after a grocery run.
“Can you move any slower?” You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of Ares' voice behind you, and shifted your hold on your armful of bags before turning.
“Daddy!” Ody squealed. He immediately latched onto Ares’ leg with his arms in the air, chattering away about wanting to be lifted up. Ares instead placed a large hand on top of his head to turn him around and guide him through the door, and crowded around you too until the door was locked behind you all.
Ody ran off, and Ares followed you to the kitchen.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, placing the bags down, then quieter added, “You don’t normally visit so close together.”
“I didn’t leave,” he said. You raised your eyebrows, slowly beginning to unpack. His last visit was a few weeks ago, he’d stuck around that long without you knowing? “The kid’s drawing attention.”
“I know.” you said, eyes catching on the gold glow of your rings.
“Babe, you only know half of it. There’s a lot you aren’t seeing.” he admitted, nosing into one of the bags and pulling out a pack of chips. “I’ve dusted five in the last week, and I’m pretty sure they’re honing in on the brat.”
Turning to him, the fridge behind you closed with a little too much force, and he looked up at you with eyes that said ‘I told you so’.
“So soon.” Was all you could say.
“Yeah,” he said, “That little gift you got must’ve been passed on, that one is a magnet. Definitely has started attracting them earlier than the others did.”
“Ares -”
“I know!” His arms threw open, and his eyes widened, “I don’t usually do this, but I know how bummed you’d be if something happened to him. It’s why I stuck around, now I’ve seen how bad it is I think it’s time to take him to -”
“Ares!” you said, voice raised with a tone that even surprised yourself. It was such an uncommon outburst that even Ares stopped still. “Can we talk about this later? Please?”
“We have to talk about it -”
“Dad look,” Ody said, running into the kitchen and waving around a piece of paper. He climbed up onto the kitchen stool closest to where Ares stood. “I drew us!”
You sighed, turning back to your unpacking with an eye roll. You’d seen the drawing already, Ody was very proud of it - proud of his dad, and everything that came with him. It warmed your heart to have seen it at face value, but it was a reminder of all the trouble Ody was yet to face.
“What’s this?” Ares said. The rustle told you he’d picked up the drawing for a closer look. “Nice,” he said with a cackle. You turned just in time to see his face contort into confusion. “Wait, why are we on fire?”
Oh, that’s right. Ares didn’t know Ody knew his dad was a god. This would be fun.
“We just killed a bunch of giants and set fire to their homes!” Ody said, beaming up at Ares. Ares looked between the picture, and Ody, then over at you.
“Don’t look at me, he’s your son.” you said.
“Giants aren’t real -” Ares started - tried - to explain. Unfortunately you were right though, Ody was his son, and he was just as stubborn, and just as ready to argue.
“Yes they are -”
“No, they aren’t -”
“Are too.”
“Aren’t!”
“You killed some didn’t you?”
“Of course I did!”
“So they are real!”
“Inside voices please.” You finally interrupted. Though you weren’t sure why you bothered, you should’ve just let them go until they ran out of steam but the sound of Ody’s voice raising had your muscle memory kicking in.
“Sorry mama.” Ody replied, sinking into the chair and subtly glaring up at his dad.
“Aren’t you going to say anything about this?” Ares said, pointedly, at you.
“I have. I told him he’s your son. The son of Ares, the god of war.” You replied matter-of-factly.
“Why on earth would you do that?” He said, mouth gaping open almost like a fish.
“Um, probably because of all the monsters around,” you started, folding the last of the paper bags to put away, “Those ones you’ve stuck around to fight for us. He saw me kill one, and so I told him everything. It was easier than trying to hide it.”
“No lying.” Ody mumbled, nodding solemnly, taking the house rule as seriously as a five year old could.
“That’s right, no lying.” you added.
“What I wouldn’t give to have seen you do that.” Ares said.
Clearly his mind hadn’t shifted off your admittance to taking down one of the monsters who came after Ody. You shouldn’t be surprised, and you weren’t - his love of seeing you snap into violence was, you were sure, the reason he stayed around. You couldn’t say you quite fit into the textbook type for someone like him, yet here he was - in your kitchen next to the son he gave you, stealing your chips, imagining how you looked covered in gold dust.
“I’m hungry.” Ody grumbled, head resting on his fist.
“I’ll order pizza.” Ares' reply was quick, almost too fast. You stared at him without a word long enough for Ody to process the thought of junk food for dinner.
“Pizza!” he said, jumping up in his seat.
“I just brought all this stuff. I got those chicken tenders you wanted, you like them when I air fry them.” you said, and edge to your voice that was too close to whining.
You didn’t normally mind Ares coming and spoiling Ody to whatever whenever he wanted despite your usual routine - not when you understood why he wasn’t around, and how much Ody liked him even before he found out Ares was a god - but today the timing was just bad.
Luckily, food was just about the only thing Ody wasn’t stubborn about. You had pizza last night, it wasn’t as exciting two nights in a row.
“Tenders!” Ody said, even more excited.
“Fine, but I’m getting those curly fries from that place we went to once.” Ares said, eyeing you with something you couldn’t quite place. Something out of character. Besides that, his offer to contribute a Doordash order did mean less work for you.
“Very specific.” you said, smiling slightly.
“Shut up.” He said. If you weren’t looking at him you would’ve thought he was mad at you, but you saw he was smiling too.
“Bad word! Swear jar!” Ody said, grabbing Ares arm and pointing to the jar across the room.
“I didn’t swear. If I was gonna swear I’d say -”
“Don’t you dare.” You interrupted.
“‘Kay.” Ares mumbled, nudging the bag of chips towards Ody for him to snack on. “Why do you even have a swear jar? You don’t swear often enough, and he’s like two years old.”
“Not two! I’m this many!” Ody said, shoving five grubby fingers into Ares’ cheek before being swatted away.
“You swear!” you said, half laughing, “He’s learnt off you. You’re a bad influence.”
“I’m his father, I’m a great influence, see?” Ares said, holding up Ody’s picture to you. “There’s smiles on both these handsome faces.”
You shut Ody’s door behind you, and immediately your eyes met Ares. Now that Ody was in bed, there was nothing stopping you from talking about getting him to Camp Half Blood.
“Sit down.” Ares said, gesturing to the couch. You, dreading the oncoming conversation, moved as if being controlled by his words. You sat, and he sat opposite you on the coffee table.
The poor thing creaked like it would give way and break under his massive form, but it didn’t.
“What was the monster?” Ares asked. His voice was quiet, just about as close to gentle as you reckoned he could manage.
“The most recent was some winged snake thing.” you said, fiddling with the ring on your right pointer finger.
“Recent?” Ares said.
“I think the first was an empousa.” You then added, looking up at him with a tilt of your head and a weak smile. “She was a total bitch about it too.”
“The point is this has been going on for a while. You’ve been fighting the monsters for him for longer than you’ve told me.” Ares sighed. “No lying. You need to take him away, he isn’t safe here anymore.”
How dare he use your own house rule against you. But that didn’t irritate you as much as the realisation of his words did. Ody wasn’t safe here. He wasn’t safe with you. You couldn’t protect him anymore.
“I thought we would’ve had more time.” you whispered. “You said maybe ten, not five. He’s still just a child.”
“He’s more than a child, he’s a demigod. That fault is from my blood, but neither of us thought it would come so soon. I certainly didn’t, none of my kids have needed to go to camp so young.”
“It’s my fault then.”
“That’s not what I said.” Ares said, voice stern.
“It’s true though,” you said, slumping against the couch and looking up at him from under your lashes. “From when I met Eirene. What she gave me has passed on to Ody, and between that and your blood he’s become a target.”
A large, warm hand landed on your knee, grounding you. Another came up and swiped at your cheeks. You didn’t realise you were crying. He didn’t pull his hands away.
“When we first met, remember what you said?” Ares asked.
“‘Bite me’?”
“No,” he said, unable to hide a smirk, then shook his head with a sigh, “You said I’d be trouble. I never denied it. This is trouble that I got you into, I’ll help you and our son get out of it.”
You almost started crying again then and there. He was going to help you, keep Ody safe until camp at least, it felt like such a relief. Didn’t make it hurt less to give him up.
“Giving him up is going to feel like I’ve died,” you whispered, Ares just nodded along solemnly, “But not giving him up will get him killed.”
The look he gave you was the closest you’d seen to regret grace his eyes. It made it all feel real, too real. To make it worse, it kicked in that you were going to be alone, and worse again - Ody was going to be alone.
You surged forwards, now standing, as you turned your voice hard.
“Ares, I need you to promise me that you’ll visit him whenever you go near Montauk.” you said, leaning forwards so you were almost nose to nose, hands grasped tight around one of his, “Just as often as you’d here, more even. He’s going to be so far away, I won’t get to visit and he might not get to come home.”
“I can’t say I travel around visiting my kids,” he admitted.
“Don’t do it for him then, do it for me instead. My own peace of mind.” Ares looked at you. Your eyes flicked between both of his, pleading to whatever heart he had to heed your words - to watch over your son when you weren’t able to do so yourself. “If you ever cared about me at all, anything beyond superficial, do this. That's all I’ll ask, please.”
“I won’t be spending every weekend there.” he said, then he sighed, shoulder slumping. “But I’ll see what I can do.”
You wondered if anyone else was able to get such an answer from him with so little argument.
“I thought I wouldn’t have to go to Camp until middle school.” Ody said from the backseat, and your fingers tightened on the steering wheel.
You let out a quiet breath through your teeth. Then a hand lay on your thigh from across the passenger seat.
“I got this babe,” Ares said. He then started rambling some nonsense excuse as to why you all packed up and left the morning after he arrived.
It took no convincing at all to make him get the hire care for you - there was no way you were forking money out for a taxi, or using public transport (the chances of running into more monsters was too high, higher still the closer to camp you got, as per Ares words). Convincing him to ride shotgun was a challenge though.
This little roadtrip was your last time together as a family unit, you weren’t giving it up without a fight. And it was a fight. You tried to keep your voice down when you told him there was no way he was following you the whole time on that bike of his. ‘In the car with us or not at all.’ was what you said.
He threw a god-sized tantrum about it, stomping off and roaring away on that sexy bike, only to be already waiting at your first bathroom break stop to join the rest of the way anyway.
There was no way he was driving though, god or not he had no license to drive a car.
“So I’ve got brothers and sisters there?” Ody’s question brought you back to the road.
“Sure do kiddo.” Ares replied. You could sense in the air that a back and forth was coming. You felt content enough with your job of driving to let it happen.
“Are they waiting for me? Are they older? Will I get an older sister? I hear they’re mean.”
“All your siblings will be mean.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re my kids.”
“They’re not mom’s kids too?”
“No, they’ll all have different mothers.” you interjected, casting a glance (or glare, depending what angle your face could be seen) at Ares. “Or so I’ve heard.”
“You’re the youngest though.” Ares said. He was talking to Ody, that much was clear, but the underlying message went to you. Ody was the youngest, Ares had no children after him. Had taken no other lovers after you.
“Do I get more moms then?” Ody asked.
“Sure, why the hell not.” Ares replied.
“Swear word!” Ody yelled. Ares ran his hands up and down his face, groaning.
“This kid’s gonna kill me.” he said, earning a soft laugh from you.
The monsters were deterred by Ares, apparently. You’d left the car at the road and walked up to the tree that marked the borders of Camp Half Blood without any trouble.
You’d even finished your tearful goodbye to Ody as the centurion activities director, Chiron, led him away before Ares spoke up from behind you.
“He’ll be fine.”
“How do you know?” you said, half turning to look at him from the corner of your eye, “You practically admitted to not visiting this place. Can you even name all of your children here? Have you been playing me like a fool this whole time until Ody was able to cross these borders?”
“Don’t start with that attitude.” Ares said, stepping closer, but all you did was morph your pointed look into a glare, “You may get away with it more than others but don’t believe for one second that there isn’t a line you can’t cross.”
“You’ve never scared me.” you said, trying to put on a brave face despite the loss and anger you felt - anger that was really at no one but yourself.
“Watching him walk away scares you, that’s because of me.” Ares grabbed your shoulder and turned you away from camp, “I scare you plenty. Not being his mother scares you more, but Ody being here doesn’t mean you’re not a mother.”
You felt your lip wobble as he walked you back down to the hidden road. Who ever would’ve guessed the god of war had such a comforting way with words. Who knew he could turn you away from an argument when you were fishing for one. Turns out he could pick his battles, rather than dive headfirst into whichever came across his path.
“He’s just been such a big part of my life, I don’t know who I am anymore without him.” you admitted.
Ares' arm came to rest around your waist, heavy and grounding, had he kept walking you down the hill.
“Something is to be said for distraction. Either running away from something or to help overcome an obstacle, you can decide on the way.” he said as the road now became within your eyeline.
“Ares, I don’t know what you mean.” you sighed, wiping away wherever was left of your wet eyes with your sleeves, before looking up and finding the car you left behind had disappeared. In its place now sat Ares’ bike.
You used to love going on rides with him. You’d wrap your arms around his middle, hands on his chest and chin on his shoulders, your chest pressed to his back late at night. You hadn’t done that with him in a long time.
Ares swung one leg over the seat, helmet in his hands, and looked at you expectantly.
“I’m pretty distracting,” he said, offering out the helmet for you to take, “Get on.”
For a moment you thought you shouldn’t. Knew you shouldn’t. But that moment came and went. What remained was an irresistible urge to climb onto the back of the bike that belonged to the god of war.
So you did.
“Where are we gonna go?” you asked.
“Anywhere,” Ares replied, kicking the stop and revving the engine on, “If you want to we can go everywhere.”
Warnings: NSFW, sexual tension, semi-public, relations with a highly sophisticated program, hints of possessiveness, slowburn, almost getting caught, MDNI, jared leto??
Summary: Julian Dillinger wants to extract the permanance code from you. Ares grows empathetic after learning about you from many hacks against you. In exchange for a life in the real world, he helps you escape the grid. With all theses new emotions involved, tension builds between the two of you. Despite him being an AI powered program, you can't help but find yourself being reeled into the part of him that feels... real.
A/N: I watched Tron: Ares fro the first time today, so forgive me if some scenes/lines are inaccurately depicted. I plan on doing some heavy editing once I have full access to the movie myself! This is just MY head cannon >_<
"Can I trust you?"
My heart raced as his piercing blue eyes burned holes in my now digitalized skull.
"What does it matter, Dillinger wants the code. You're programmed to take it from me, but I won't let you. Not without a fight so... probably not." I attempted to sound confident, but I took steps back as he slowly strolled over to me.
"It does matter, in 45 seconds it matters." Ares towered over me as my pupils darted back and forth between his. I opened my mouth to speak but my breath hitched at the back of my throat.
Before I could even think of a better response, the other programs returned with a more intimidating look in their eye. My heart sunk to my stomach. Ares was no longer in charge.
"I miscalculated."
My form suddenly shadowed his as he placed a protective arm to separate me from the rest. My gaze flickered to his dominant stance. No fear. Therefore... powerful.
"Athena, it doesn't have to be like this."
My chest heaved as he protested for my life, but there was no arguing with a program. They're lead by their directive. That's when it hit me; why did he care so much to protect me?
As the programs revealed their weapons, Ares readied his triangular disc in a fighting stance.
"Delete them!" Athena ordered. My expression grew confused when he retracted his disc. Of course. His directive is similar to theirs. It must have been a momentary malfunction. Or so I thought before he grabbed my hand with his. I looked down at our interlinked hands as I began brainstorming every idea he could possibly have in this moment.
"Ares?" I called out to him as the programs began lunging at us. I could feel his hand squeeze mine. It was almost...comforting. Impossible. Empathy? Not likely. It was probably a physical response to his malfunctioning.
Without a second thought, Ares dropped his triangular disc on the surface where we stood. The sharp edges cracking the foundation beneath us and sending us to fall through it. My fight or flight kicked in as I felt the weight of gravity pulling me to what felt like was going to be my death. Ares kept our hands clasped as we fell together.
Red streaks of light formed from their weapons, nearly shattering my digitalized body- had Ares not kicked us apart mid-air. Leaving me no time to react, I felt myself plunge into a sea of simulation. My body sunk just as it would in a body of water.
For a moment it was quiet. No awareness of the plan circulating in Ares' programming. Any light visible was distorted until i had the focal point of his face. Those piercing blue eyes once again, starring daggers at me. Only not out of intimidation. This look was different.
Ares reached out for me as I grabbed his arm. His other hand found my waist as he pulled me in. The proximity making my heart race. I felt as he pulled my body flush against him earning a light gasp from me, right into his ear. I could feel the muscle in his arm, if you could even call it that, tighten slightly as a reaction. I couldn't help but smirk. So he can feel?
His arms began wrapping around me, letting go of me in the process. Instinctively, I clung to his form so as not to float apart. I felt what I could only describe as pixels forming on my backside. A bright light blinded me momentarily until I realized it was the light cycle building behind me.
With his form sitting between my legs, I was positioned underneath him in such an intimate pose. Does he even realize how personal this is? Can he feel it?
"Hang tight," he muttered lowly.
I could feel my face heat up at our positioned bodies. The sudden jolt of the cycle launching forward forced my legs to properly wrap around his waist. The speed of the cycle still unfamiliar to me as I buried my face to the crook of his neck. My eyes shut for a moment as I felt the force from Ares pulling the cycle up and out of the digital sea. The impact of the cycle pushing against the surface of the sea created a splash of pixels that had to be wiped from my face.
As I combed my hand through my hair to reveal my face to him once again, our eyes locked. I couldn't help but notice his features. The way his hair remained in tact as it flowed against the speed of his cycle. His protective demeanor. The warmth of our bodies pressed against each other. If I didn't know any better, I'd say his ocean eyes were filled with lust. His eyes... God, how they looked down at me.
"Don't... look at me like that," I demanded shyly.
"Like what?" His tone was genuine, but with a hint of playfulness. He recognized the way my body reacted to his. It was as if this position awakened something in him. Something human. No- animal. Primal. Everything suddenly felt timeless. I watched as his eyes scanned my expression as if he were reading me. Eventually his eyes roamed lower. To my lips, to my jaw, my collarbone, my heavy rising chest as my breathing picked up.
His eyes made their way back to mine, my pupils dilating as his gaze lingered. With the loud sound of what sounded like jets searching for us, our tension was temporarily cut as I lifted my chin up. My back arched lightly as I attempted to look ahead of us in our current position. This caused my hips to roll against his, earning an adjustment from him as if he were suddenly uncomfortable.
"Shit," I was reminded of how dire the situation was, so I began climbing around him to readjust myself. Ares lifted his arm to make the process easier as I straddled the cycle and wrapped my arms from behind him. "What happened back there?"
"I disobeyed my directive," Ares stated without hesitation.
"Which was?"
"To retrieve the code from your disc and delete the carrier."
I let my hand fall to the digital sea below us as I picked up tiny formed pixels, fascinated at it's water like density. My smile faded as the realization of his words hit.
"Dillinger told you to delete me?" I asked rhetorically. I forget that some would go so far for fame and money, even if it costed lives.
"You want to get home? I could help you," Ares provoked as we swayed to avoid being spotted by Dillinger's soldiers. "I need something in return."
I poked my cheek with my tongue as his motive was revealed to me. He doesn't want to save me. He's just playing the good cop.
"I told you, I don't have the code," I argued as I loosened my grip on his torso. To think he might actually feel something. To think I made any difference.
"You found it once, you can find it again."
"So you can give it to Dillinger?" I retorted as I heard multiple jets appear behind us. I looked back over my shoulder, tapping him to hint that we were being followed.
"Not for Dillinger. For me." I snapped my head back at his words. Was he serious? "Do we have a deal?"
The other programs began closing in. Not really like I had much of a choice here as they zoomed passed us. Their light trails prevented us from rerouting. Without warning, Ares transformed the cycle to adjust to his dive into the digital sea.
My body was pressed against his back once again, tightening my knees against his thighs as he turned the cycle's light trail on. This time, I prepared myself as I felt Ares pull the cycle up once again. Breaking the barrier of the digital sea, our trail followed as we flew into the air.
I looked back at one of the jets crashing into it, destroying itself in the process. We landed right back above the surface as he sat up straight. His tone more demanding this time. "So do we have a deal?"
"Yes..." I let out in barely a whisper. I grew flustered at how he leaned back into me, his face millimeters from mine. His head was turned slightly; enough for our lips to be a breath away. I brought one of my hands away from his torso and placed it onto his bicep. I could feel Ares tense up, but he didn't stop me. I slid my hand over his chest until I reached up to caress his face. My lips hovered over his, nearly granting us what we craved most. I cleared my throat once I heard the sound of more jets catching up to us. "Yes! I know where to find the code. Just get me out of here!"
Right on cue, Ares gave the cycle some throttle and launched us forward. The jets were undeniably faster than the cycle, but he knew that already. Ares reached for his triangular disc and began destroying parts of the grid until an explosion erupted. The jets slowed as they flew through the fire. I shielded my face to keep myself from making contact with the flames.
Eventually, we rode off until we came across the pixelated wormhole that would bring us to my world. I felt my body reconstruct as we dove into the light. My vision and thoughts blacked out.
I woke up to my lungs filling with oxygen. The small black pixelated walls dropped as I moved again. I turned to find Ares knocking some of Dillinger's guards out. There was fire in his eyes. I couldn't tell if it was for him... or for me...
Dillinger appeared from around the corner, spewing some kind of speech Ares didn't allow me to process.
"28 minutes and 49 seconds," Ares warned me as he dragged me out of the warehouse. I watched as his expression revealed urgency, but maybe even a hint of fear. This was his last chance to extend his life beyond the grid, and I was going to keep my end of the deal.
