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Happy 4th Agapēversary, my 200k+ word Kratos/Atreus of Sparta fanfiction is finally complete!!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Happy 4th Agapēversary, my 200k+ word Kratos/Atreus of Sparta fanfiction is finally complete!!
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“Orkos,” he said, before he could think better of it. It could not be. He had killed him. Felt the give of his flesh under his own blade. Burned him in the house Lysandra and Calliope had called home. “Impossible.” He dropped his arms to his sides. Leviathan hung loosely in his grip.
“Orkos?” The boy spoke it slowly, testing the foreign name on his tongue. “You know him?” He stepped around his father, and Kratos stopped him, a hand on his chest, and gently urged him behind him again. “Is he from your homeland?”
Kratos, victim to his surprise, struggled to voice an answer. Finally, he said, “Yes.”
“Is he a god?”
“The son of one, yes.”
“Is he going to try to kill us?” He could hear Atreus notch an arrow, the string pulling taut. Orkos did not speak, but his eyes were on them. He watched, calm, calculating. He did not attempt to come any closer. He lifted a hand to pat the ram on its flank. His crutch dangled at his side from where it was looped around his elbow.
“No,” said Kratos, though he knew Orkos could use the ichor to come to them in an instant, quicker than either of them could react. He also knew he had no reason to. His death had been by his own wish, one Kratos had begrudgingly fulfilled. He had given Kratos the path to freedom, and in a way, he had freed Orkos as well. They had both been tied to Ares in unfortunate ways. “I do not think so. He was a friend, but we cannot be sure that he has remained one. Stay behind me.” He hesitated as he turned his attention to Orkos, knowing whatever he said would have to be in Greek. He had not spoken it in decades and had trained himself not even to think in it. Had shed it like snakeskin the moment he became proficient in the tongue of these lands. Orkos did not move from the ram’s side. Its breath rolled like fog across the ground. He put his weight back on his crutches. Kratos could not tell if his shaking was from the strain or the cold. “How are you not dead?”
fic request fill for my friend @transorkos!! thanks so much for the request, i am honored to deliver us all some sweet, sweet orkos content :]
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Atreus asks to build a lyre. It would not be the first instrument Kratos has made.
a little fic request from my friend @the-shy-artisan. i hope you like it!! :D
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Angrboda teaches Atreus how to swim. Atreus has a lot to think about.
wrote a little angrboda/atreus fic to get some of my lingering ragnarok feelings out!! beware as it contains major spoilers for the ending of god of war ragnarok
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for anyone in need of some Kratos/Atreus of Sparta content, i have updated my very long, very gay novel :]
just one more chapter to go!
would you be open to writing a one-shot of atreus of sparta and kratos, just family fluff? If not that's perfectly fine, I hope you know how wonderful your works are!
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Had it been Mother in Father's bed, he would have crawled in between them the moment he woke. He didn’t do that anymore. Not since Mother had passed, and especially not since Atreus of Sparta had started staying with them.
thank you so much for the request and the kind words!!! ;v;
i hope you enjoy & that this scratches your family fluff itch!! :D
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In honor of finishing my Ragnarok playthrough, I’ve updated my very lengthy, very self-indulgent Atreus of Sparta/Kratos fanfic! Only two chapters left to go now :”)
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for anyone in need of some Atreus of Sparta/Kratos content, i'm here to provide.... my very long and very gay fanfiction has been updated. 😌