Title: Asunder
Part: 6/?
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 the review button.
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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As Hades attempted to get his pout under control, the others began to scramble around to get things ready for the trip to Gaia's sheltered valley. Usually, they'd just flash to wherever they wanted or needed to be, but this trip was always different.
The earth goddess had never liked ANYONE moving through existence perpetually on the easiest path. To her, life wasn't deserved unless it was strived for on occasion. And so, to keep things as she wished them to be, it was impossible to reach her, except via the hard way.
And there wasn't a being in existence that could do `the hard way' quite like an unfathomably powerful earth goddess...with a practical joker streak in her a mile wide.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Everything was dark, fuzzy and smelled faintly of ozone...like his mom's hair after one of Gramps' infamous meltdowns. His body wasn't responding like he wanted it to. It felt like he was made of lead. Well, it felt like he was made of lead and Heph's anvil was crushing his bladder.
Gods! Where was a chamber pot when you needed one?
Where was his mother when he needed HER?!
~*~*~*~*~*~
He felt like he'd been dipped in ink and bound to the dark side of an event horizon. (Shhh! Future words! I'm not supposed to talk about those! Damn, pop's gonna kill me! Stupid slash writers! Always getting me into trouble! *grumble*). He knew that he couldn't move, that much was obvious. What he didn't know was why no one bothered to inform him that there'd be a white elephant dancing on his spine. (Stupid slash writers and stupid white elephants! Always doing things to me for no *fucking* good reason!).
Gods! Where was his mother when he needed her?!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Everyone in the room nearly jumped out of their skins when the two slumbering gods awoke, screaming in stereo;
"MOMMY!"
Followed closely by a few confused wing buffets and, "Why am I in bed and WHY, in Zeus' name, is it wet?!"
There was a moment of shocked silence, followed by a violent cascade of dark cerulean starbursts.
The situation was summed up quite nicely by one tiny voice.
"Uh-oh. We's in twouble..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Part: 6/?
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 the review button.
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. :)
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Hades attempted to get his pout under control, the others began to scramble around to get things ready for the trip to Gaia's sheltered valley. Usually, they'd just flash to wherever they wanted or needed to be, but this trip was always different.
The earth goddess had never liked ANYONE moving through existence perpetually on the easiest path. To her, life wasn't deserved unless it was strived for on occasion. And so, to keep things as she wished them to be, it was impossible to reach her, except via the hard way.
And there wasn't a being in existence that could do `the hard way' quite like an unfathomably powerful earth goddess...with a practical joker streak in her a mile wide.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Everything was dark, fuzzy and smelled faintly of ozone...like his mom's hair after one of Gramps' infamous meltdowns. His body wasn't responding like he wanted it to. It felt like he was made of lead. Well, it felt like he was made of lead and Heph's anvil was crushing his bladder.
Gods! Where was a chamber pot when you needed one?
Where was his mother when he needed HER?!
~*~*~*~*~*~
He felt like he'd been dipped in ink and bound to the dark side of an event horizon. (Shhh! Future words! I'm not supposed to talk about those! Damn, pop's gonna kill me! Stupid slash writers! Always getting me into trouble! *grumble*). He knew that he couldn't move, that much was obvious. What he didn't know was why no one bothered to inform him that there'd be a white elephant dancing on his spine. (Stupid slash writers and stupid white elephants! Always doing things to me for no *fucking* good reason!).
Gods! Where was his mother when he needed her?!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Everyone in the room nearly jumped out of their skins when the two slumbering gods awoke, screaming in stereo;
"MOMMY!"
Followed closely by a few confused wing buffets and, "Why am I in bed and WHY, in Zeus' name, is it wet?!"
There was a moment of shocked silence, followed by a violent cascade of dark cerulean starbursts.
The situation was summed up quite nicely by one tiny voice.
"Uh-oh. We's in twouble..."
~*~*~*~*~*~