#zagares

[duskymoonspectre]

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[wajjs]

[ Ares / Zagreus ]

18+ | Modern Setting | Ongoing

(twitter thread)

Zagreus steps out of the cheap hostel just as the purring roar of a motorcycle comes to a stop right before him.

Backpack heavy on his shoulders, he maybe should stop being surprised to see his kin out and about in this day and age. No one's truly gone, after all.

Just... relocated.

"Lord Ares," he breathes out still. The gesture of a smile isn't a stranger on his face. "Funny seeing you here."

Out of everyone, yes, even Lord Zeus, Ares remains among the few that did not have to sacrifice much.

Wars never end. And so his domain persists.

Adapting to the new methods, the new old enemies, it means nothing to a god when the means lead to the same end and the end leads to the same fate.

Thus Ares remains untouched.

Once they mocked him. Now he's among the main pillars keeping everything afloat.

"Where else would I be, my dearest kin," he tells Zagreus with the sharp end of a grin. Ares' dark skin gleams under the sunlight. Zagreus knees are getting weak, and not because his time's close to an end. "You still smell of fresh blood."

"Ah," clearing his throat, Zagreus dares to take a step closer, then another, and another. With each one he gives, Ares grows all the more compelling. "You've been with Lady Aphrodite, I assume...?"

Ares laughs.

Zagreus wonders if it sounds as great as it must sound in battlefields.

"Come, my dear kin," he tells him, moving with the ease of being in complete control while handing him a helmet. "I'll take you wherever you wish to go next."

--

He's not a fair maiden.

Far from it, actually, when he's fought his way to the surface and try as he might he can't quite scrub off the smell of vermin blood from his hands or under his fingernails.

It does make him feel like he's soiling Ares' thick leather jacket, all black and smooth and framing him so well. Zagreus clings onto him still, he's got his arms wrapped tightly around Ares' waist, fingers closing around handfuls of fabric.

The motorcycle purrs between his legs, spread open and encased around the metal frame, pressed right against Ares. It's hard, sinuous and, blood and darkness, it's so enticing. Something molten stirs up within him, thirsty and demanding, like the bloodlust the blessing of war gives him.

Ares stares straight ahead, hands closed around the long handles of his bike. Pressed all over his back, legs spread around him, Zagreus can see the expanse of the coastal road right over his shoulder, framed by the side of the god's relaxed face.

The wind whipping against his skin, the vibrations, Ares' warmth...

Zagreus thinks it can hardly get any better than this.

--

Kicking the stand into place, Ares takes off his helmet, lets it hang from one of the handles. Each movement is, well, perfect in a way that only a god in motion can be.

Smooth, effortless, natural.

Close as they are, Zagreus feels each shift of muscle and if he were one to feel shame upon the thoughts that ignite in his head, he would.

Yet he's as shameless as they come, so he feels no embarrassment. Only growing interest.

"You may let go of me now, Zagreus," Ares tells him, laying his broad warm hand atop Zagreus' own, still closed around the black leather jacket. "Though I'm not opposed to your embrace."

It's the hint of a smile in the voice, or perhaps the way those vibrations can still be felt between his thighs, but Zagreus takes the chance like a starved man when presented a feast.

"Lord Ares," he starts, heart in his throat, as he's letting go but only to take his helmet off, only with the almost certain promise that he'll get to hold again, "you—"

His vision darkens. From the outer corners to the center, he loses focus just as his heart gives a painful beat. And another.

And it hurts.

It hurts, his leaving the outside world to go back, it always hurts way more than fighting his way to the top ever does.

Sure, it's gotten better. He can stay outside for longer. He can—

"Not yet, my dear Zagreus," Ares speaks and when Zagreus blinks, the god of war is standing in front of him. He's perched against the bike. There's something warm, painful still, like a vortex of anger and bloodshed, spreading all over inside him.

Zagreus breathes. A disarmed inhale, a forceful exhale.

What he's feeling, that is...

"I'm well aware of your condition," Ares' voice is all that Zagreus can cling onto, so he does, bathing in the concentrated pools of blood in Ares' eyes, "with my blessing, we may fool the... deadline of your pact."

"The deadline," Zagreus says.

"I hear you, my dear kin, when you wish for more time," Ares strokes his cheekbone, drags his expert hand down along his jawline until he's holding him by the chin, tilting his head up, pulling him closer. "I'm giving it to you."

[ares-zine]

The full piece from our very own Mod Quill is now online!

"Hi all! I'm on hiatus from social media, but my SFW fic for the zine is now available! Read it below, and let me know what you think—this zine was awesome to work on and write for. Don't forget to order your copy now, if you want to hold the full zine in your hands! 🥳"

📜 Read the full fic here 📜

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⬇️ Image description below the cut ⬇️

[ Image Description: On a textured, off-white background, a preview of Mod Quill's fic "Forgive and Forget" is displayed. The ship is Ares/Zagreus, and the preview text reads the following:

 "What... what happened?" Zagreus finally asks. Ares sighs, weary, welcomes the darkness behind his eyelids. "My dear Lord Father Zeus and I had a dispute," he mutters eventually, forcing out every word. Anger pulses behind his teeth; he focuses, instead, on Zagreus' touch, on breathing, on rebuilding himself all over again. (He won't plead with the Fates.) "Forgive me," he adds. (He will, however, plead with Zagreus.) "Zeus has a tendency to bring out the worst in me, I fear."

Below the preview text, a red banner displays the zine's socials, being @AresZine on Twitter, @ares-zine on Tumblr, and the storefront being spoilsofwar.bigcartel.com  /end ID]

[ares-zine]

A preview of @Lykostherium’s piece, who says: “Let's be honest, Zagreus would really enjoy it if Ares asked him to join war!”

Preorders are open until October 10th @ 9pm EST!

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⬇️ Image description below the cut ⬇️

[Image Description: The preview of Lykostherium's piece features an image of Zagreus and Ares, cropped from the shoulders up. Zagreus is smiling with his head thrown back, while Ares' open mouth lingers close to Zagreus' neck. One of Zagreus' hands can be seen wrapped around the back of Ares' head. The background is a fiery mix of red and orange.

At the bottom of the graphic is a red gradient, displaying in white and gold text the zine’s title (“Spoils of War - an Ares fanzine”), its social media accounts (@AresZine on Twitter and @ares-zine on Tumblr) and the zine’s Bigcartel link (spoilsofwar.bigcartel.com)

/end ID]

[ares-zine]

Voilá - the preview of @OfBleedingInk’s ZagAres SFW fic for Spoils of War! He can't wait for you to see everyone's amazing work. ❤️️

Stay tuned for his NSFW preview coming soon! 👀

Preorders are open until October 10th @ 9pm EST!

⚔️ CLICK HERE TO ORDER! ⚔️

🗡️ Preorder Bundles 🗡️ Carrd 🗡️ Ask 🗡️ CuriousCat

⬇️ Image description below the cut ⬇️

[Image Description: On an off-white background with light gray olive branches spraypainted onto it, red and black text says the following: "Forgive and Forget - Ares/Zagreus". Below a red dividing line, black text provides the following excerpt:

"What... what happened?" Zagreus finally asks.

Ares sighs, weary, welcomes the darkness behind his eyelids.

"My dear Lord Father Zeus and I had a dispute," he mutters eventually, forcing out every word. Anger pulses behind his teeth; he focuses, instead, on Zagreus' touch, on breathing, on rebuilding himself all over again.

(He won't plead with the Fates.)

"Forgive me," he adds.

(He will, however, plead with Zagreus.)

"Zeus has a tendency to bring out the worst in me, I fear."

At the bottom of the graphic is a red banner, displaying the zine's title ("Spoils of War - an Ares fanzine"), its social media accounts (@AresZine on Twitter and @ares-zine on Tumblr) and the zine's bigcartel link (spoilsofwar.bigcartel.com). /end ID]

[lunian]

yes, my last thing in 2022 is AresZag silly thingie, my new big rair pair obsession, i wont take criticism

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