Title: Asunder
Part: 1/? (Depends on if you folks want more or not)
Author: Druid
Feedback: Yes, please! I can't improve if you don't tell me what needs working on at ardcypher5@yahoo.com or, just hit that nice little review button at the bottom.
Pairing: A/J C/S
Category: Mpreg, Humor, Drama (and maybe a little angst thrown in there for good measure).
Website:
Archive: Sure, go for it! Just tell me where my errant child's being bundled off to.
Rating: PG to NC-17...whatever strikes my fancy.
Disclaimer: I DON'T own any of the characters. But, I DO lie awake at night plotting on how to rectify that very situation. :)
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Unbuckling his sword and tossing it onto his throne, Ares erected his strongest shields around it before wearily trudging his way toward his bedchamber. Too drained to even produce a light to guide his way, he blindly stumbled in what he hoped was the right direction to his bed.
Coming into contact with something made of silk and satin, the beleaguered War God mumbled happily to himself as he shucked off his clothes and blissfully slid into bed. As he rolled over to get into a more comfortable position, his weariness lifted some when he felt his lover and consort grab onto his waist and blanket the god's body with his own. Just before they both succumbed to the ephemeral hands of Morpheus, they shared a gentle kiss and snuggled even further into each other.
"'Night , `Res. Love you."
Sighing contentedly to himself, "Love you too, Jox."
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The two lovers were awoken the next morning by a bright flash of light and then a small...something, playing stomp the grapes with some very sensitive parts of their anatomy. Opening up bleary eyes scrunched up in pain, they regarded the small winged thing jumping up and down on the bed.
"'Res," Joxer asked with a yawn and a wince, "who let a birdie in here and why `sit so heavy?"
Trying to focus on his lover's words, Ares finally managed to shake off the last vestiges of sleep. Sitting up against the headboard, and consequently getting his sensitive bits out of range of their attacker, the war god allowed a smile to play over his features as he recognized the `birdie'.
Pulling the bundle of energy into his arms, he ruffled some feather before speaking.
"Hello, Bliss! How's my good little mischief maker this morning?" Strife had pouted the first time he heard Ares call his grandson by that particular nickname. His pout had deepened when Ares told him that even though he wasn't his little `mischief maker' anymore, he'd always be his big `pain in the ass'.
Smiling up at his grandfather, Bliss wiggled around into a more comfortable position before answering, "Me's good, G'anpa!" He turned around a bit before waving and yelling, "G'anpa Jos! Wake up, G'anpa Jos!" and then launching himself at an unsuspecting Joxer.
Joxer managed a manly `Oof!' on impact, which was then ruined by the very undignified squeak he let loose when Bliss, once again, managed to squish some things that he'd be needing later on in the bath chamber with his husband.
Grabbing the small godling before he could do any permanent damage, Joxer regarded him with a critical eye.
"Morning, Bliss. What are you doing here without one of your daddies? You know they don't like it when you run off by yourself?" The last was asked with a mildly stern expression and only mild because he didn't want to upset his errant grandson.
But Bliss was to amped up to pay attention to his tone or the face he was making.
"Daddies! You gotta come see my daddies! Them's been sick all morning and they sen' me ta get my g'anpas! So, come?" he asked while tugging on both of their hands.
Ares was up and clothed before Bliss could ask again. Quickly scooping up his grandson, the God of War allowed his lover to flash himself into appropriate attire before he transported them all to the temple that his son and nephew shared. Bursting through the doors, they were shocked to see the bedchamber in a shambles. Looking around frantically, Ares was drawn to the sounds coming from the bathroom.
Instantly transporting himself there, he was horrified to see his son and nephew vomiting copiously into a couple of hastily conjured basins. He rushed to their sides and began to scan them to divine the source of their illness. Cupid looked up at his father with pleading eyes.
"Dad? What's wrong with us? God's don't get sick."
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then sliding bonelessly down the wall, Strife did the same as his husband.
"Yeah, Unc. This wasn't in the brochure."
Ares quieted them both with a wave of his hand and delved deeper with his power. What he found there shocked him.
"Joxer!"
Feeling the worry behind his lover's voice, the God of Peace flashed himself and Bliss into the bathroom.
"What is it, Ares? What wrong with them?" he questioned in an increasingly frantic voice.
The War God flashed himself a chair before slumping down into it and shaking his head erratically.
"Prgnt," he mumbled disbelievingly.
Setting Bliss on the floor, Joxer knelt next to Ares, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him, hard.
"What?! What's wrong with them?!"
Pulling himself loose, Ares looked his soulmate dead in the eyes and shouted, "I said they were pregnant!"
The only thing heard after that was the sound of Joxer's head connecting with the marble floor.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Part: 1/? (Depends on if you folks want more or not)
Author: Druid
Feedback: Yes, please! I can't improve if you don't tell me what needs working on at ardcypher5@yahoo.com or, just hit that nice little review button at the bottom.
Pairing: A/J C/S
Category: Mpreg, Humor, Drama (and maybe a little angst thrown in there for good measure).
Website:
Archive: Sure, go for it! Just tell me where my errant child's being bundled off to.
Rating: PG to NC-17...whatever strikes my fancy.
Disclaimer: I DON'T own any of the characters. But, I DO lie awake at night plotting on how to rectify that very situation. :)
~*~*~*~*~*~
Unbuckling his sword and tossing it onto his throne, Ares erected his strongest shields around it before wearily trudging his way toward his bedchamber. Too drained to even produce a light to guide his way, he blindly stumbled in what he hoped was the right direction to his bed.
Coming into contact with something made of silk and satin, the beleaguered War God mumbled happily to himself as he shucked off his clothes and blissfully slid into bed. As he rolled over to get into a more comfortable position, his weariness lifted some when he felt his lover and consort grab onto his waist and blanket the god's body with his own. Just before they both succumbed to the ephemeral hands of Morpheus, they shared a gentle kiss and snuggled even further into each other.
"'Night , `Res. Love you."
Sighing contentedly to himself, "Love you too, Jox."
~*~*~*~*~*~
The two lovers were awoken the next morning by a bright flash of light and then a small...something, playing stomp the grapes with some very sensitive parts of their anatomy. Opening up bleary eyes scrunched up in pain, they regarded the small winged thing jumping up and down on the bed.
"'Res," Joxer asked with a yawn and a wince, "who let a birdie in here and why `sit so heavy?"
Trying to focus on his lover's words, Ares finally managed to shake off the last vestiges of sleep. Sitting up against the headboard, and consequently getting his sensitive bits out of range of their attacker, the war god allowed a smile to play over his features as he recognized the `birdie'.
Pulling the bundle of energy into his arms, he ruffled some feather before speaking.
"Hello, Bliss! How's my good little mischief maker this morning?" Strife had pouted the first time he heard Ares call his grandson by that particular nickname. His pout had deepened when Ares told him that even though he wasn't his little `mischief maker' anymore, he'd always be his big `pain in the ass'.
Smiling up at his grandfather, Bliss wiggled around into a more comfortable position before answering, "Me's good, G'anpa!" He turned around a bit before waving and yelling, "G'anpa Jos! Wake up, G'anpa Jos!" and then launching himself at an unsuspecting Joxer.
Joxer managed a manly `Oof!' on impact, which was then ruined by the very undignified squeak he let loose when Bliss, once again, managed to squish some things that he'd be needing later on in the bath chamber with his husband.
Grabbing the small godling before he could do any permanent damage, Joxer regarded him with a critical eye.
"Morning, Bliss. What are you doing here without one of your daddies? You know they don't like it when you run off by yourself?" The last was asked with a mildly stern expression and only mild because he didn't want to upset his errant grandson.
But Bliss was to amped up to pay attention to his tone or the face he was making.
"Daddies! You gotta come see my daddies! Them's been sick all morning and they sen' me ta get my g'anpas! So, come?" he asked while tugging on both of their hands.
Ares was up and clothed before Bliss could ask again. Quickly scooping up his grandson, the God of War allowed his lover to flash himself into appropriate attire before he transported them all to the temple that his son and nephew shared. Bursting through the doors, they were shocked to see the bedchamber in a shambles. Looking around frantically, Ares was drawn to the sounds coming from the bathroom.
Instantly transporting himself there, he was horrified to see his son and nephew vomiting copiously into a couple of hastily conjured basins. He rushed to their sides and began to scan them to divine the source of their illness. Cupid looked up at his father with pleading eyes.
"Dad? What's wrong with us? God's don't get sick."
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then sliding bonelessly down the wall, Strife did the same as his husband.
"Yeah, Unc. This wasn't in the brochure."
Ares quieted them both with a wave of his hand and delved deeper with his power. What he found there shocked him.
"Joxer!"
Feeling the worry behind his lover's voice, the God of Peace flashed himself and Bliss into the bathroom.
"What is it, Ares? What wrong with them?" he questioned in an increasingly frantic voice.
The War God flashed himself a chair before slumping down into it and shaking his head erratically.
"Prgnt," he mumbled disbelievingly.
Setting Bliss on the floor, Joxer knelt next to Ares, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him, hard.
"What?! What's wrong with them?!"
Pulling himself loose, Ares looked his soulmate dead in the eyes and shouted, "I said they were pregnant!"
The only thing heard after that was the sound of Joxer's head connecting with the marble floor.
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