#zephyrollo

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Happy Birthday, Mab!!

Just Apollo taking his boyfriend for a ride in the “Sun-Chariot”. Look, there’s an empty seat for you... Have fun!!

Have a nice day and I wish you the best for the new year!! <3

I’m sorry for the blue smudges around Apollo’s face - a lil’ accident with the watercolors my daughter was using... 

[mab-speaks]

TBH - in Trials of Apollo

I would die happy if my OTP (for reals, the top ONE) Zephyrollo became canon. Knowing RR though, I'm preparing myself for heartbreak as Zephyrus being one of the godly bullies is more likely what will happen. *cries*

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Chapter 31 of Inheritance is Now Up! New chapters post about once a week, sooner when I can manage it.

Chapter 31: Tap Into My Strength, Drain it Dry 

Chapter Summary: Apollo and Dionysus have a chat, they get really psychological, and many truths are revealed.

Chapter Excerpt: "What are you looking for in there anyway?" Apollo asks. He digs the pillows out from under the duvet and fluffs them behind his back, then settles back with his arms up, resting the back of his head in his hands."Hmph," Dionysus grunts. He slams the drawer and gives his room a sweep with his eyes narrowed, then points at the door. It closes and locks. Apollo raises an eyebrow as Dionysus produces a bottle of wine from thin air and uncorks it. 

"My secret stash isn't where I left it. I disguised it as a six pack of Mellow Yellow, but it's not there. Damn kids better not be sneaking in here and rifling through my shit if they know what's good for them." He plops onto the bed, and Apollo has to catch himself, holding onto the edge of the mattress before he falls off.He adjusts the pillows again and resumes his position, glancing side-eyed at Dionysus drinking directly from his bottle. 

"Thought you had 25 more years to go. You really risking having another hundred set upon you?"

Inheritance is the sequel to Shelter and part five of theShelterverse.

Also available at fanfiction.net: Shelter, Shelterverse Oneshots,  Inheritance

Featuring art: by brunagonda and (within the Ao3 text) vivianadichiara! and la-mori. *do not use art for any purpose without express permission from the artist*

Rated: Explicit

Featured Pairings: Solangelo, Zephyrollo, Reychel, Zeus/Ganymede

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Inheritance - Chapter 17 is up!

Inheritance is the sequel to Shelter and part five of the Shelterverse. Featuring art by brunagonda and vivianadichiara! 

Rated: Explicit

Full Summary: Something is not right with the world; monster activity has declined and heroes are starting to be thought of as irrelevant by the gods, but stirrings in the Underworld coupled with a stricter Olympus makes the resultant peace tentative at best. It will take a voice of reason and courage to make the call for true peace heard lest the world fall into chaos under the guise of order.

Featured Pairings: Solangelo, Zephyrollo, Reychel

Chapter 17: Bound to the Past

Chapter Summary: Zephyros arrives at Olympus and learns that his assignment will probably not be easy.

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Chapter 16 of Inheritance is Up!

Inheritance is the sequel to Shelter and part five of the Shelterverse

Rated: Explicit

Full Summary: Something is not right with the world; monster activity has declined and heroes are starting to be thought of as irrelevant by the gods, but stirrings in the Underworld coupled with a stricter Olympus makes the resultant peace tentative at best, and it will take a voice of reason and courage to make the call for true peace heard lest the world fall into chaos under the guise of order.

Featured Pairings: Solangelo, Zephyrollo, Reychel

Chapter 16: Corrupted Nostalgia

Rub a dub dub, demigods in a tub … stripped down and baring their feelings.

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Chapter 15 of Inheritance is UP!

Inheritance is the sequel to Shelter and part five of the Shelterverse

Rated: Explicit

Full Summary: Something is not right with the world; monster activity has declined and heroes are starting to be thought of as irrelevant by the gods, but stirrings in the Underworld coupled with a stricter Olympus makes the resultant peace tentative at best, and it will take a voice of reason and courage to make the call for true peace heard lest the world fall into chaos under the guise of order.

Featured Pairings: Solangelo, Zephyrollo, Reychel

Chapter 15 - Chasing Loose Threads 

In which Rachel gets reacquainted with Reyna.

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Finger Guns and UV Rays- Rated T

This fic is for kat-the-pickle who requested Suncest, #11 for a mini fic prompt thing. As usual, I run a little longer than mini. Kat, I hope you don’t mind, but the fic that resulted is more Solangelo, and past Zephyrollo, though I do take your prompt and pairing request and run with it. 

Read and comment/kudos on Ao3 - if you like it. :)

"Slow down, Apollo! Are you trying burn yourself out?"

Dionysus's voice sounds a long way off. Weak, trembling, like the rustle of grape leaves in the wind.

That image only drives me to drain my chalice to the dregs, the potent blend of divine wine bitter on my tongue, burning as I force it down my throat. The damned wind, Zephyros, is the reason I'm drowning my sorrows in my baby brother's den. Tears build up behind my eyelids, too many to hold back; they spill over my cheeks and I can't even bring myself to care enough to wipe them away.

"You knew they're flighty, wind gods," Dionysus says. He sounds more cheerful than he has in ages and it pisses me off. "When you got with him, you know. I mean, you're the god of prophecy, right? You speak only the truth? You can't honestly say you didn't foresee how it would end."

I force myself to lift my heavy eyelids and glare at Dionysus, my vision red. He's wearing his youthful countenance, all creamy skin, silken black curls, his curves tantalizingly feminine. I haven't seen him so himself in years, especially stone-cold sober.

"As much as it thrills me to see you coming out from under the dark cloud of depression, the fact it's at my expense is not cool, bro. I delivered you at birth, don't even think I won't hesitate to shove you back inside father's thigh and sew it back up."

He snorts, his cheeks going round and red, then full out dissolves into giggles. I can't be in the same room with him anymore. The wine helps, but there's not a chance in Poseidon's game room I'm going to put up with more abuse.

I stand, unsteady on my feet and stumble for the door.

Dionysus stops giggling long enough to wheeze at me: "That's the closet, Apollo. It's perfectly fine with me if you–"

I stop his retort, sending a UV ray at his backside with a flick of my finger gun. I change direction as he hisses and pokes at his new blemish, and walk determinedly out the correct door.

In the hallway, I'm lost. I don't visit the Big House much. As much as I do love my younger brother, too often being around him forces me into self reflection on all the parts of myself I'd rather not acknowledge. I follow the hallway in the dark with my hands stretched out at my sides, fingertips grazing the wallpaper on either side until I reach an open door, the sweetest music coming from within.

I blink a couple of times as I enter, it's just as dark as the rest of the house and my powers are already at their low point at nighttime in the winter, Dionysus's special blend notwithstanding.

In the distance, a boy sits on a tall stool facing the window. My boy. He glows golden as he strums his guitar, singing softly. His playing isn't masterful, but his whole heart goes into it and his song, and it's that sort of honest, raw and pure love that transcends perfect pitch. I'm drawn to him, telling myself his music summoned me, though the lie sits heavy in my heart.

He stops playing and turns to look at me, his eyes wide and blue as the sky.

"Apollo?" he says.

I savor the sound of my name in his voice, closing my eyes, sighing.

"Dad?" he says this time, and I scrunch up my face at the title. I don't want to be called that right now.

Still, even in my drunken haze, I want to do better for my kids than my father did for me, or my vast number of siblings. I open my eyes again, trying to remember how to walk properly, and that seems to be a mistake. Thinking about walking complicates it. I trip, hitting the cold tiles at Will's feet hard on my ass, and then banging my head against a bed frame.

"How did this get in here?" I ask, rubbing the back of my head and squinting up at Will.

He blows out an exasperated breath, then slips out from under his guitar strap and sets the instrument on the foot of the bed. He stands, and then leans over, offering me a hand up. I stare at his hand before taking it, and then I pull him down with me instead, chuckling at the way he swears in surprise, all long tangled limbs, heavy and warm, as I pull him up against my chest and ignore his protests.

Finally he stills, his breath warm against my neck, the smell of his shampoo sweet in my nose. "You're drunk," he says dryly.

The sound of his disbelief, his had-about-enough-of-your-shit attitude, amuses me to no end. I'm so content in the moment of having him here with me, I don't even bother checking my thoughts, about choosing what to share and what to keep secret. "Will," I breathe. I let up enough for him to pull back and look at me face to face. His lips are so plump and young. Moist. Perfect. "I've dreamed about this. About you. Your pretty lips stretched around my dick."

His face is wrong. I play over what I'd just said a few times in my head, making sure that it is what I meant. It is. I only speak the truth or I choose not to speak, so why is his face blanching, why do I read horror in his eyes?

"Uh," he starts, then swipes his lower lip with his tongue. My eyes track it, and he makes his face a mask. I recognize this. This professional mask healers must wear when they have to interact with difficult patients. A calm, collected mask, hiding their true selves. That would make me the difficult patient. More tears well up in my eyes. I hate it. Rejection. 

Will's eyes soften, but I still feel the walls he's thrown up between us. "Dad. I'm with Nico." His eyes widen, and he glances up at the bed, then back at me. "And he's not well. I could really use my dad right now. Think you can get up, crawl into the other bed and sleep this drink off?"

The simple truth, the earnest plea reaches me through the toxic drunken haze. I release Will, watching as he climbs to his feet, and then offers his hand to help me up again. I take it, and this time pull myself up. I'm going to have words with Dionysus tomorrow. And Zephyros. And probably Will too, I tell myself as I stagger to the empty infirmary bed and fling myself onto it.

Face down on the pillow, I feel Will pull the blanket over my shoulders, then listen to him return to the stool, pick up his guitar again. I tuck my chin down, and peer at the bed next to me, to the boy inside it more shadow than substance. That little shit had better knock it off and not break my son's heart. I aim my finger gun at him and give him a few thousands volts of solar power, then pass out.

XxxX

In the morning my head throbs, my skull shaking with each beat of my heart. But I hear voices, happy ones. Loving words between boys in love. I figure I can deal with my pain. The hope-filled air around me dulls it well enough.

The End

I’m willing to take on a total of five requests for the mini-fic prompt challenge. I don’t take requests often, so hit me up. Four more available!

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Chapter 14 of Inheritance is up!

Finally. Sorry about taking so long to get this thing out, but I was hit with a word block that was really hard to break. 

This chapter is Piper’s POV. Ships featured: Reychel (Reyna/Rachel) and Jasiper (Jason/Piper). The rest of the fic/series features Solangelo and Zephyrollo (Apollo/Zephyros) with nods to canon ships. 

Read Chapter 14 HERE (or)

Start from the beginning of Inheritance HERE (or) 

Read from the beginning of the Shelterverse series HERE 

There is also a not-quite-so-explicit version of the Shelterverse on Tumblr beginning: HERE.