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.”
A/N: Series of one-shots and drabbles set in my Star Wars AU. Just a fair warning, they will not be in chronological order.
There was very little to celebrate these days.
So, when C-3PO shuffled into the command center with his latest announcement, Leia Organa allowed herself a small smile. She thanked the golden protocol droid and decided that she needed a break from the strategic planning and debriefings for a few moments.
Leia wound her way through the icy halls of the Rebellion base. Hoth had been their “home” for the last two years, ever since the Empire had discovered their last one on Yavin IV. The ice world had been picked because it was probably the last place the Empire believed the rebels would have fled too. The outside conditions were dangerous, if one was out in the elements for too long, they would die from exposure. This wasn’t the ideal place to live; it certainly wasn’t the ideal place to bring a new baby into the galaxy.
The doctors and nurses stepped aside when Leia entered the medbay. She might be small, but she carried a large air of authority when she entered a room. Leia took a deep breath and smiled at the group, “I’m here to see Lieutenant Bey. I assume that everything went well with her labor and delivery?”
“Yes, Princess,” the doctor replied. “Lieutenant Bey is resting and I’m happy to report that both mother and baby are doing well.”
“Good work, doctor,” Leia said, inching closer to where she could see Shara Bey resting, a tiny bundle in her arms.
“Princess,” the doctor called, stopping her. “I’m afraid that the conditions on Hoth are not ideal for an infant that small. I have him wrapped in the warmest blankets I could find…”
It’s not just the elements that make this a dangerous place to live, Leia thought as she nodded in agreement with the doctor. She stepped into Shara’s room, noticing that the other woman was half asleep, while the baby snuggled close to her chest. In the corner, Kes Dameron dozed, but immediately snapped to attention when he saw Leia. She held a hand up to stop him from jumping up and saluting her. “Don’t bother, Sergeant Dameron, I know you must be exhausted. I just wanted to come welcome the little guy to the base.”
Kes heaved a large sigh of relief and slumped back in his chair. “Exhaustion is a good way to put it, Princess.”
Leia smiled and went to the other side of the bed. The baby’s big brown eyes peered up at her underneath a crop of wavy, dark curls, and she reached a finger out to stroke his cheek. His little face pulled into a reactionary smile, but she felt her heart warm at the sight.
“Would you like to hold him?” Shara asked, sleepily.
“Are you…are you sure?” Leia asked back, uncertainly.
“Yes. My arms are falling asleep,” the pilot teased. She shifted and eased her baby into Leia’s arms.
He whimpered a little, stretching his tiny body, and then he settled, snuggled against Leia’s best and heaved a sigh.
Leia smiled at how natural and comfortable it felt to hold a baby. Maybe someday, when this whole conflict was over, she would have children of her own. For now, she was content to hold the babies of her friends. “What’s his name?”
Shara returned her smile, love and affectionate in her eyes for her newborn. “Poe. We called him Poe.”
Peeking out from underneath the blanket, was a soft, sweet, face. “Poe,” Leia repeated softly at him. His brown eyes blinked open, looking at her, filled with curiosity. She continued to smile at the tiny little baby in her arms. "Welcome to the Rebellion."
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 F!Reader
Word Count: 790
Rating: M (MINORS DNI1) I don’t think there’s anything triggering in this part but the story will get heated as we progress
Inspiration: I was a Percy Jackson kid that now has daddy issues and an obsession with Steve Rogers
Author’s Note: Hi! I hope you all are having a good day! I’m sorry it took me so long to post, I’ve been dealing with a lot of different things. I would love some feedback and my ask box is open for any questions you have about me or the story!!
Part 1
Y/N feels her face heat up as she gasps and looks away from this strange man’s eyes. Y/N hears a giggle from behind her from Peter. She backs away from the door and starts to ramble “That was just a joke! Why would the gods care about something that I said, I’m a nobody, I work a desk job for Christ’s sake! Can I even say for Christ’s sake or am I going to get hit with a bolt of lightning?” Y/N started to hyperventilate and clutched her chest. Peter stopped laughing and rushed over to help. “It’s okay Y/N just breathe, I’m sure Sam was just joking around and he’s here for a completely different reason. Isn’t that right?” Peter turned his head and glared at Sam. Sam quickly nodded his head and spoke, “oh yeah, I was only joking, the gods want to see you and Parker about what he did and they already knew he would come to see you which is why I’m here.” Y/N looked up at Sam exasperated “how did you even know where I live? Do the gods spend their days stalking random girls?” Sam let out a chuckle and said “when you piss off the King of the Gods we pay attention to you so yeah we’ve been “stalking” Petey over there.”
Peter gulped and lost all the color in his face. He stuttered out “w-what’s gonna happen to me?” Sam replied, “I don’t get paid enough to know that now come on, there’s only so much time we can spend stalling.” Sam walks up to Peter and puts his hand on his chest, a warm glow comes from his hand, Y/n hears a whooshing sound, and then Peter is gone. Before Y/N can even think about screaming, Sam has done the same thing to her. She hears a whoosh and then there is darkness.
Y/N wakes up on a cold, dark marble floor. She slowly sits up and begins to look around. It looks like she’s in some type of throne room. The ceiling is painted to look like the night sky, the clouds even look like they’re moving. The floor she sits on is a black marble with gold streaked through it. As Y/N looks towards the thrown she notices two things. One, the bigger throne is not in the dead center like it is in the movies but to the right of the center, like where a queen would sit, the throne in the center of the room looks like an IKEA desk chair. Two, there is a huge map of the world engraved into the floor in front of the thrones. Y/N stares at the map and notices that it appears to be moving. There appears to be wind moving the Great Plains of Oklahoma and Kansas. Y/N gasps and crouches down to touch the moving parts, as she does she hears a door fly open and bang against a wall. Y/N looks up and sees Sam and another man arguing.
“How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t just put the mortals down wherever you think is best? How many people am I going to have to fish out of the ocean for you to understand that Sam?” Sam responds “ maybe I just want you to go see the world, you stay up here all the time, how are you going to find anyone to sit in that throne.” Sam points at the bigger throne and the pair finally notices Y/N on the floor. Y/N looks into the eyes of the blond man and swears she can see a lightning storm in his blue eyes. The tall, brooding man exhales loudly “damn it, Sam, what is she doing here?” Sam scoffs, “obviously she’s sitting on the ground.”
The mystery man growls and it sounds like a roll of thunder “I mean what is she doing in this room, she shouldn’t be here.” Sam replies, “ oh, I thought you meant what is she physically doing my bad. Well, she’s one of Parker’s friends so I thought-” “PARKER IS HERE?! I TOLD YOU TO TAKE HIM TO NATASHA, NOT BRING HIM CLOSER TO MJ!”
At this point, Y/N is started walking over to the pair. She gets right in the mysterious man’s face and starts talking a million miles a minute “ where’s Peter? Why am I here? Where even is here? Who is Natasha? Who is MJ? Who are you?” The man held up his hand and the last thing that Y/N heard was Sam saying “maybe she’s can help, you should at least give her a chance Steve.”
