#au002

[wildernessinman]

Crossed Swords AU | Mythology

Santiago de la Roche as Hermes - god of commerce, travel, boundaries, athletes and thievery.

Santiago has found he can’t stay put in one place for too long. The next adventure is always waiting, so this stint in Paris is just one of many stops. He’s known to be a little bit tricky - a little too charming for anyone’s good. If you don’t pay attention, he might just get his hands in your pockets. (Everyone needs a hobby, especially when you’re immortal.) He’s blessed with the gift of being able to travel anywhere at will - not just across the globe, but across the borders of mortal and immortal spaces. He’s been known to make a visit or two to the Underworld if he really feels like an adventure. If you’re lucky, he might bring you along for the ride.

[wildernessinman]

wings | hermes & iris

@the-sunflower-aki

Hermes had never been able to help himself - something about Iris was deeply enchanting. She was beautiful, of course, and vibrant. Not to mention, she was the only woman in any realm, as far as he knew, who could keep up with him, which fascinated him to no end. So visiting her had become one of his priorities when he finally made his way back to Paris, using his old alias, re-establishing old connections. He could never resist the opportunity to flirt just a little bit.

It helped that he knew Iris’s habits by now - the sorts of places she liked to visit. He was hardly surprised to find her out and about with her dogs in the city streets, materializing next to her when no one was looking and instantly falling into step beside her. (It helped that mortal memories were so fallible no one would ever quite be sure he hadn’t been there the whole time.) “You’ve not changed a hair since the last time I saw you, my radiant mademoiselle. Though you must introduce me to these new little friends of yours.” He grinned, amused with himself.

[romanovared]

keeping up with the starks

Natasha left Barnes at the lounge to start getting ready for the drive up to the lake house. She was probably there every other weekend because Pepper got bored. Other times, Pepper would be the one visiting with Morgan. She said it was important that Morgan is surrounded by other people and not just her parents, which Natasha agrees to. She was growing up in a world that was different but she didn’t need to be isolated because of it. Pepper told her that sometimes Happy would take her for a drive. Natasha liked having Morgan around because, despite everything, she loved children. 

The drive up to the lake house wasn’t very eventful. Natasha had sent Tony a text before they left to tell him that they were on their way and asked him not to freak out. I’m helping him with his memories. I’ll take care of him if anything happens, but I doubt anything will. Just trust me on this. Plus, Pepper insisted. She received a string of emojis as a reply. She didn’t bother to decode it, but she knew their night was going to be a long one whatever mood they find Tony in. The drive was smooth and fast because there was hardly anyone on the road. No one really traveled a lot anymore, scared that something bad would happen to the remaining people in their lives. She put on some music, not the classical ones now. She didn’t want to trigger him while they were out on the road. 

Every now and then, she’d glance over to him, as if to make sure he was okay. She was worried about him. She couldn’t help but worry when the moment she left him for like three minutes, he started having some sort of episode. She didn’t know why she cared so much when their time in the Red Room had been a short one. It wasn’t a love affair that dragged on for ages. It was quick but it was full of intensity and passion anyway. Even when they messed with her head, even when they married her off, even after deflecting and hooking up with a bunch of random people when she was bored or undercover, she still kept their time in a box in a corner of her heart. Maybe that’s where she was in his mind, too, a box.

Before she knew it, they were pulling up at the Starks’ lake house. They mostly spent their time there these days. Tony was hands-off on all SHIELD operations and there were no Avengers to speak of. Pepper was trying to run what remained of Stark Industries, which was a bare-bones operation, mostly helping employees with relocating or housing. The world has gone to shit but they’re trying to live normal lives. Natasha wished she could do the same but there were people out there who needed them - who needed her. “We’re here.” She announced as she killed the engine. She could see Pepper by the porch carrying Morgan in her arms. No sign of Tony yet.

Natasha looked at James who sat still beside her and offered a reassuring smile. “You’ll be fine. It’s just a baby.” She couldn’t stop herself from giving his hand a small pat, again to assure him that there was nothing to worry about, before getting out of the car. She greeted Pepper and Morgan with kisses on the cheek and looked back at James who was still in the car. “My friend’s a little shy.” She whispered to Morgan.

[wildernessinman]

powers of persuasion | hermes & calliope

@bcstardking

There was plenty to catch up on now that it seemed that all of his old companions seemed to be rattling around Paris. He could hardly blame them - it was a lovely city, a natural place to congregate. Hermes himself - taking on his usual French alias of Santiago de la Roche - had been all over lately. A few years here, a few months there. He had just come back from a reminiscent trip to Greece - weren’t those the days?

Calliope was a newer friend, but one whose company he truly enjoyed. They had a lot in common - an enjoyment in playing around with people, for one. It was fascinating, to get into competitions of sorts, to see who could be more charming, who could more easily play the mortals’ strings.

They sat together in a cafe, Hermes sitting with a plate of assorted macarons and nibbling on one with a hum under his breath. “They’re good, but yours are better, mon ami.” He conceded, letting his coffee cool in front of him, looking around the little cafe in curiosity - as always, his mind moving quickly, ten steps ahead. “We should play a game. It’s been too long.”

[andympierce-blog]

Things at home hadn’t been the best lately, their parents were really getting fed up with them disobeying the rules, but it was hard to listen when it didn’t feel like you were doing anything wrong. Stella was always fighting with their mom and while Andy was much less vocal about her displeasure with all the rules she kept setting in place she wasn’t too fond of the woman at the moment either.

They had sort of ran away, but they had every intention to head back. They just wanted so time alone where they didn’t have to worry about getting in trouble for looking at each other too long, plus it was no mystery where they could be found if their parents got that worried. “Do you think mom is gonna be really mad this time?” Andy asked, hoping from rock to rock as they neared closer to the lake, having to trudge through a pretty thick brush of trees to get there. “Maybe we should start leaving notes when we want to leave.” she suggested, holding the towel she was had brought with her a bit closer to her bare midsection, her bathing suit not doing much to protect her from the stray twigs that left tiny little lines on her skin if she got too close. 

[griffin--clarke]

They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

It was here. One week had passed and now the wedding had arrived. Clarke Bellamy, Persephone and Hades were getting married. Spring was marrying death for all of eternity. All of the important gods and goddess were there, just in case anyone them took not getting an invitation as a great offense. Her mother was there and Clarke was not sure about how well that was going to do. Nerves fluttered like butterflies in her stomach. Nerves over everyone there watching her when she had been hidden away from them for so long, nerves about becoming a Queen, and of course nerves about what about happen that night. But there were also flutters of excitement. She felt ready to take this next step, to be with Bellamy as his wife, especially when she thought about the small kisses they had been sharing the past week. She wanted this. All the preparations had been made. Offerings had been given, which she considered silly considering that this was a wedding of gods, she had been cleansed and given her nuptial bath and now she was finally finished getting dressed. Her chiton gown, one of the ones the servants had made her, was simple but interwoven with subtle designs of flowers. Her golden hair had been pinned up and secured with her usual silver circlet of roses around her head. And then finally, her veil was placed across her face. A bell chimed and Clarke sucked in a breath. It was time. 

[chaoticbellblake]

Because I Could Not Stop For Death

It had been a few months since his Queen had chosen to eat his pomegranate seeds and come to live with him in the Underworld. He wasn’t sure if she knew how much time she had left down here, but he was down to the second. As he sat in his library, skimming through a new book that he had received from Hermes a few days ago, he counted down the days. She had 2 months, 13 days, 6 hours and 42 minutes before she had to go back up to the Overworld, and live with her mother for 6 more months. He had grown accustomed to Clarke’s presence, and he wasn’t sure how being without her for such a time will be like, but he knew that that was the deal that they had made, and that was what was going to have to be fulfilled, despite the fact that it wasn’t what Bellamy wanted. Sighing, he finished the last page of his book and placed it on the table beside the chair he was sitting in. Leaning forward, he let out a low groan and placed his face in his hands. He had so much to do. He had to deal with all the deaths coming in over the humans’ stupid wars. He had to figure out what to do with his asshole brothers, who were arguing again. He had to do so much, but all he could think about was Clarke all the time. When was she going to marry him? When would her coronation be? Did she even like it here? He was going insane. 

[griffin--clarke]

I am Become Death

Her entire future rested in the palm of her hand. Literally. Clarke stared at the ripe red pomegranate that rested in her cupped hands as she sat in the grove of trees that Hades had disappeared into only a few days before. Had it really only been that short of a time? It felt like an eternity. She hadn’t been able to sleep, barely ate or even spoke as she pondered his offer. An proposal to be Queen of the Underworld was not one that was taken lightly. If she opened that fruit and ate its seeds, Clarke knew that her life would never be the same. That she would never be the same. A chance like this was something that she had longed for eons for but now that it was before...she was terrified. The garden and protection of her mother were all that she had ever known. She had never known change. But could she spend another countless lifetimes in this garden, never to know what or who she could become? She recalled the way that Hades had looked at her and thought of freedom. So taking a deep breath, Clarke closed her eyes and cracked the open fruit. Slowly, she lifted a seed up and plopped it into her mouth. Decision made.