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bakubaewritings · 4 years

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God of War

Bakugo x reader

Your up-brining was much unlike others born into nobility, you were taught to read and write along with various battle strategies. Being born into one of the country's most powerful kingdoms, what had begun as a small group of nomadic warriors, became the build of one of the most powerful nations in the country.

Your father had seen many wars in his day, conquer all, defend everything.

Every village, every kingdom worshipped the gods, but every village had its own select God. Ares, the God of war, or as your village knew him, Bakugo. He was a violent and destructive god with an explosive temper.

He was the God of your people, he gave them the strength to defeat any battle. Ares' presence was felt in all the temples made in dedication, his face plastered on murals and statues.

You never understand why such the appeal, the forced ideals of superior of man, and the bloodshed of war never seemed right in your mind. If the choice was, you'd chose to lay your hands into Artemis or Athena.

However, after so many possible suitors came from all over in an attempt to win your heart, all failed. Your father became worried. It seemed after so many failures, no man wanted to wed you.

You had no problem with that, for you couldn't be satisfied with these pigs.

The men looked at you as a prize to be won, not a person to be loved and cherished. They were all power-hungry, bloodthirsty pigs with no respect for women of any, you wanted no part what so ever.

Little did you know someone was watching you. Lusting over you. A being of immense power who became intoxicated by you. But this was no mere mortal, this was the God himself.

After months and months, your father found himself in your village's biggest temple for the hotheaded God himself. It was a gorgeous temple by the base of the river. Massive stone columns framed the circular temple, vines of black flowers grew up from the banks of the river and up the sides of the coulombs.

Every night on his knees, praying that the God of war would finally let you meet a man that could have your hand in marriage. He pleaded that the gods smiled down upon and grant you a husband.

"Please, my God, bless my daughter with the greatest man. I beg you, one that can tame her wild spirit, a strong warrior, someone worthy of her." He pleaded

He prayed the fates would hear his plea.

However, the fates seemed to be against your entire city as a call for help filled the air that night. Your village was being attacked by barbarians from the south. Their numbers in the thousands.

"We are under attack!" The screams filled the air, the sound of men woman and children crying and screaming.

It awoke you form your slumber with a startle, screaming and crying, you were pulled out of bed. Thrown over a firm and robust shoulder, you cried out in confusion.

"My princess, we have to get out. We are under attack."

Your father's face contoured in terror as he witnessed a fire grow, he shouted in anger. Calling for men to prepare for battle against the army of trespassers. That was when ha heavy black smoke pooled around his feet, covering the floor of the temple. A deep chuckle shook the walls.

Turning around slowly, wide fear-filled eyes, he watched the statue of the war god, once cold stone filled with the warmth of life. The gray color became one of a creamy porcelain tone.

"You," his voice was rough and loud, it echoed through the temple.

"My god." Came a shriek of fear. He couldn't bring himself to look upon God's ruby red eyes. His stare was cold.

"Well, are you going to look at me, mortal."

Reluctantly your father lifted his head to look upon God.

"My god, to what I owe the honor." His words were shakey.

"listen to you puny mortal, I will defeat the invaders for you."

"Oh, thank you, my god-" Your father began bowing up and down sprawled upon the marble floors, his eyes clouded with tears of thankfulness.

"For a price." Interrupted the porcelain-skinned God.

"My God, what can I offer you? Anything you wish in my power, I will give you to save the lives of my people."

The gods' lips curled into a devouring smirk, "your daughter."

"Hurry, we must exit the city," the guard carried you in his arm tightly, your arms gripped to his cloak. Following behind, many were of the servants and others that lived in the castle.

"Wait please, where is my father?" You cried, pounding on the back of the guard.

"By the riverbank, my princess, we must evacuate the civilians and escape on the ships while the warriors go to fight back the intruders.."

"My, my daughter?"

"Did I stutter? Look around you mortal, your people are dropping like flies." The God's voice boomed inside the temple, the roar of his voice, causing the ground to shake. "Your daughter hand for your people, one life, for the lives of your whole village."

Your father gulped, he had already lost your mother he was not ready to lose his daughter, "Will no harm come to her?" He asked

With a wide smirk, the God's vermillion eyes shined a magnificent ruby color illuminating the dark temple. "You're in such a position to make demands to a god. But yes. Now, do we have a deal?"

With a heavy heart, your father nodded. If it hadn't been Ares' own temple, anyone would have believed they were speaking to hades. The way Ares carried himself, a bloodthirsty barbarian eager to bring down his enemies.

The God rose from the stone throne, his skin began to glow a dark armor covered by his skin, as black as the night sky. With a heavy swing of his brilliant silver word, he flew into battle. Slaying all the barbarians in his way. They fell to his feet as their blood stained the grounds of the village. One by one, they fell, and their numbers dwindled, no army was a match for the God of war.

"Father!" You ran into the arms of the man who had raised you for your whole life. He kneeled in the broken temple; the ground was cracked and uneven. His skin white as a ghost, "You're alright." The moment you were in his arms, he wrapped around your shoulders tightly, pulling you closer to him. Tears began to fall upon you as your silk gown.

"Father? What's the matter?" You cupped his head gently

"Your majesty, we must evacuate, the ships are filled with civilians." The guard informed your father.

"That won't be needed. We are going to be safe." His voice came out shaky, a painful crooked smile painted his face as his eyes continued to spill tears.

"Father, what is happening?" You questioned, fear beginning to take over.

"I am so sorry, my child." You ripped away from his hold

"Father, what did you do?"

Your head turned slowly to face the unfolding scene. Your eyes widened in complete fear. Behind you, the city was in disarray; civilians poured out from the gates as they ran away from the massacre behind them.

Lighting and thunder pounded into the ground from the heavens as they surrounded him, the armor covered God. His silver sword stained with blood, and the grin on his face. It sent a shivering fear down to your core. Every kill was another climax of pleasure; in battle, he was in his element.

With one last strike, the last few fell to the ground. Finally, the invaders were dead.

Ares' head fell back with a victorious smile covering his face as he completed his mission. But now he'd only claim his promised prize.

His sharp eyes fell upon you. It took in every inch of your figure. Surely, you were no mere mortal, you couldn't be. Aphrodite herself couldn't complete with your beauty. You were perfect, and now you were his. His to claim. He sauntered towards you, his eyes never once left your body. Licking his lips as hi eyes traveled to your frame.

Lewd thoughts filled his head every second. How could a mortal be so extremely arousing?

He stood in front of you, towering over your frame, yes he was a god, and they were much taller than mortals, but he was like a giant, at almost twice your height.

"You'll be coming with me, princess." The terror that took hold of you as those words fell from his lips. His large arm wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you towards him. You squirmed in his grasp, clawing in an attempt to release from his grip. His blood stains armor painted your colorless gown.

"let me go, let me go." You demanded, your eyes darted to meet your fathers pleading him to please help you.

But he did nothing, instead just watched as a rough, calloused hand cupped your chin.

You came face to face with him, face to face with the God of war himself. Blood-splattered his all over his face, did not hide his rugged good looks. He was an incredibly handsome man, his spiky ash-blonde locks that hung over his eyebrows. His skin was pale, although the moonlight seemed to emulate a glow.

"Let go of me this instant!" You screamed pushing away from, you didn't care one bit that he was a god. He had slaughtered thousands and just expected you to fall into his arms.

"I will do what I wish you are mine." You felt the rumble in his chest as he spoke, "you're father agreed to it himself." The gods' lips curled up into a wide villainous smirk.

"my, my father?" Your stuttered words made him let out a low chuckle. From so long he had watched you from afar, he quite expected some defiance from you. Unlike another woman that would throw themselves at a chance to be claimed by a god, you held your own. Yes, you were afraid, but you still were strong enough to defy him.

Apologies rained from your father's lips, as he attempted to explain. But even in his head, he couldn't figure out how to make sense of what he had done. Given his daughter's life away. However, you understood. Your father had done what any king would have, he sacrificed all he had for the good of his people. You could never be angry at him for that. With a sorrow-filled goodbye, you hugged your father unknowingly when you would see him again.

"You're new home awaits my princess." The God growled in your ear lowly as he ripped you from your father's grasp. "No, please, I want to stay with my father with my people." You cried in his tight grip, clawing in an attempt to get away, but it was no use, and within seconds your father and your people faded from your sights.

Ares knew you couldn't be taken you Olympus. You were mortal after all, so the next best thing was a temple in the mountains near the eastern sea. It had been abandoned for ages, the villagers that had once lived there long passed. However, it was still beautifully maintained. Many nymphs made their homes by the temple.

It was like a dream, flowers of every color decorated the temple, and the sun shined bright over the land. The ocean from below crashed onto the hot sand with a melodic chant. It was beautiful and serene.

The atmosphere much different than how you grew up. You wished you could have shown your father how beautiful it all was. Your chest was still tight at the fact you'd most likely never see him again. However, if it was your father's will that you went with the Gods' to ensure the safety of your people, you wouldn't disobey.

But in brute honesty, the God of war was the last person you'd ever want to share your life with. Everything he stood for, bloodshed and war, you disagreed with. Not to mentions the stories of the gods' affairs with the goddess Aphrodite and many others. Surely you weren't the first mortal he had taken.

Your guard was kept up; if anything, you would die fighting.

"Y/n." Your name sounded so foreign as it left his tongue, it caused a shiver to slithered down your spine. His smell was intoxicating as you felt his sharp jaw come to rest on your shoulder. With a sharp inhale, you tensed up.

The young God kissed his teeth, "I won't hurt you. I wasn't planning on it in the first place, but If it makes you feel better, I promised your father no harm would come to you, and I never break a promise. You don't have to be afraid."

You let out a scoff, "well, I'm sorry I am not like other women who would throw themselves at the chance to fuck Ares. I will not be treated as property or just some a piece of meat." He laughed, "I've watched you for much time, you're not like any other mortal. Nor are you like any other goddess. You are special. You, Y/n, are the only one worthy of being my wife." He nipped playfully at your ear

"Ares.." You whimpered softly.

"Katsuki Bakugo will do just fine."

"Bakugo, Katsuki." The way his name fell from your lips drew the young God into madness. Infatuation filled him, curiosity to get to know you, closer to you. For so long, he had watched you pined for you.

You, a mortal, had made a god fall in love with you. Not just any God.

The God Of War.

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damsnackbar1020 · 3 years

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fav ship

ok so like OBVIOUSLY i love percabeth right ? they’re the big deal of the pjo fandom PLUS i feel like i see so much of myself in annabeth (what self-proclaimed child of athena wouldn’t) and who’s type isn’t percy-esque (himbos of any gender are just <3)

BUT … have yall really really REALLY taken a look at clarisse and silena? like ok let’s break this down

their parents are Ares and Aphro (greek myths showing how they love each other so it isn’t unlikely that clarisse and silena have chemistry… in fact it’s MORE than likely that they’re connected as we see by how clarisse reacts when silena *SPOILER ALERT* dies)

speaking of the silena death, the parallels between clarisse x silena and patrocles x achilles ?! UNMATCHED we literally cannot ignore the fact that that was a clear allusion to that tragic love story that was recognized in ancient Greece

some things that stand in the way of clarisse and silena being canon (besides the fact that silena is dead oop)

yes yes i get that chris is with clarisse and silena is with beckendorf but there is NO WAY that they didn’t have any feelings towards one another at SOME point in being at chb

i really think that they had such potential and rr’s tragic need to appeal to heteronormativity in the early series really got to him sigh

personal headcanons / headcanons and canon i’ve seen of them that make my heart go aflutter

THIS reddit thread about clarisse and silena and someone’s comment that clarisse had unrequited feelings for silena but because silena was her best friend, she just wanted to see her be happy EVEN IF THAT MEANT SACRIFICING HER OWN HAPPINESS (idk if this is just me projecting but AGH that hits so hard)

Personal headcanon that clarisse learns to braid silena’s hair because “silena it’ll help my hand eye coordination…. NO silena not to be girly” but when silena dies, clarisse braids her own hair and her siblings’ hair as a way to connect with them and calm down

canon that silena helps clarisse be vulnerable and lean into her personal emotions more (as shown by when she comforts silena after charlie dies)

the scene in tlo when clarisse avenges silena’s death (honest to god made me cry)

IM BEGGING YOU IF YOU HAVE ANY CLARISSE X SILENA HEADCANONS / FANFICS / ANYTHING SEND THEM MY WAY I WOULD CRY

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zycoris · 6 years

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Inazuma x Percy Jackson/ God Children AU

@xsakulumix said: I recently started reading Percy Jackson (the books are wayy better than the movies, just like I’ve been told) and now I have a sudden plot bunny of Inazuma Eleven characters as the children of Gods. Maybe I should add a twist and make them children of Japanese Gods. XD That will take a lot time a research as I know little to nothing about Japanese Gods. Needless to say, Taiyou is a demigod/halfblood and the son of either Apollon or Amaterasu XD.

AND SERIOUSLY I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT A PERCY JACKSON AU THIS MORNING ON THE BUS XD Great minds think alike! We should totally collab on some headcanons since you’re reading it now and I haven’t read it in a long time! I was in the same boat not knowing much about Japanese Gods so I stuck to Greek/Roman:

Kazemaru: Originally I thought he would go well as Zeus’ child, but there is also the minor god: Aeolus - god of the winds and air. Zephyrus, Notus Eruare, Boreas also wind gods!

Tenma: Same as Kazemaru and Zeus / Aeolus / other wind gods, but thought he could also be a child of Hermes since he’s always running.

Taiyou: Obviously son of Apollo

Tachimukai: Son of Hades. When his hissatsus are all ‘demon’ related, I love the thought of cute and adorable little Tachimukai being the son of the King of the underworld.

Tsunami/Hamano: Sons of Poseidon

Aphrodi: Obviously a Son of Aphrodite

Gouenji/Tsurugi/Yuuichi: Sons of Hephaestus. They obviously will get their looks from their mothers because Hephaestus was not the most appealing looking God. Tsurugi/Yuuichi could also be sons of Hades

Kidou and Haruna: Son and Daughter of Athena: Goddess of reason, wisdom, intelligence, skill, peace, warfare, battle strategy, and handicrafts.

Fudou: Son of Momus - God of satire and mockery xD

Rika: Daughter of Eros - God of Love and attraction

Shadow: Son of Erebus - God of darkness and shadow

Someoka: - Son of Ares - God of war. Represented the physical, violent and untamed aspect of war.

Fubuki Shirou and Atsuya: Sons of Chione - goddess of winter and sleet. Also a very attractive goddess so they obviously got their good looks from her.

Ichinose: Son of Hecate - Known as the Field Magician he could be son of magic.

....aaaand this is getting too long xD I love learning about greek/roman mythology in general so I could go on and on about this :p

Percy Jackson is probably by next favourite series to Harry Potter (and surprisingly I almost all the books - and I don’t with HP xD), but yes! Books are definitely better than the movies. I didn’t find the movies too bad, but a lot of people hated them.

#inazuma eleven #replies #percy jackson au #god children au

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rinscribblessmalls · 7 years

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Title: A Hot Blonde at the Bar Fandom: Riordan Universe (I don’t know what else to call it since all of them are in the same universe) Category: Mortal AU Ship: Apollo x Frey Main Idea: The moment Apollo mentioned that he had met a hot blond with a talking sword in Sweden, I could not let it live down. In this scene, Apollo had just lost custody battles with his son, and is now wallowing in self-pity in his half-brother Dionysus’ bar.

Getting divorced and losing the custody battles to his ex-wife did not sit well with Apollo. He loved being married as much as the other guy does, and he loves his son very dearly, but it seems that he shares the fate of all his other half-brothers. The fate of being divorced with their wives or their one-night stands hiding a kid from behind their backs. His sisters Artemis and Athena, who lives in Boston, did the smart thing and remained single, as well as their aunt Hestia. “I should have listened to Artemis when she said that getting married would only lead to disaster...”

“I think the only misfortune that you could have is marrying the wrong person.”

At that moment, Apollo’s head shot up to look at the person who interrupted his pity party. He was all-in to sassing the man, but the moment he laid eyes on him, Apollo felt his breath hitch. There standing in front of him was a tall blue eyed and blond haired man wearing faded jeans, a flannel shirt, and hiking boots, as if he had just gotten home from mountain climbing. He was tall, at least six foot five inches, has a hawkish nose, a stubbly beard, and brilliant white teeth that could blind even him with sunglasses. His crooked chin and cowlick behind his right ear added more sex appeal to his already handsome face.

In Apollo Language: He’s hot.

Thankfully, the thrall only took three seconds before he managed to utter a word. “Saying that from experience?”

The man smirked. “Oh not personally. My sister has been married and divorced for a total of five times, so I can tell how getting divorced for the first time feels.”

“Used you as a punching bag?” Apollo guessed.

“You have no idea.” The handsome man replied. “May I sit?”

Apollo straightened up and nodded. “Sure. Be my guest.”

The man took the seat and made himself comfortable and placed down his own drink. “Being divorced for the first time always hurts the most because you don’t know what you did wrong along the way.” He started.

Snorting, Apollo waved his hand slightly, “Oh, I know where I went wrong. What I am sulking about is the fact that my ex-wife blindsided me when it came to the custody of our son and the changing of his last name from mine to hers without even notifying me.”

At that, the man winced apologetically. “Ouch. That is a cause for drinking down a bottle of brandy.”

Apollo smiled sadly at the thought of his son no longer bearing his surname. “Well, nothing more I can do with that.” He said as he sipped his brandy. “What matters in the end is that my son is well taken care of, and I know for a fact that my ex-wife’s father was the perpetrator for the name changing.” He informed him. Even if he was just talking to a stranger about his divorce, it would do his conscience good to not put Naomi in a negative light. He loved Naomi, it was just that he didn’t love her family, especially her father. Even Artemis considered the man as an asshole. Bless her soul. He then shook his head, “Now that it’s out of the way, how about telling me more about yourself?”

The man smiled and humored him, “Well, I never married, but when my ex-girlfriend died, she left me the son that she never told me about. I just got custody of him last summer.” He shared.

“Then why are you here instead of at home?” Apollo interrogated.

Flashing his mesmerizing white teeth, he answered, “I’d love to stay at home, but my sister is babysitting him from me for the weekend, saying that an old man like me shouldn’t take his son around with his students during hiking, even though my son enjoys it.”

“You barely look thirty!” Apollo exclaimed.

“Thanks for saying that, but I’m already thirty-five.” He replied.

‘Only six years older than me, huh?’ Apollo thought to himself. Not really a large age gap, but still, the man looked too young to be above thirty. “Well, at least you have an advantage to look young at parent-teacher meetings,” he mused.

“I’d like to think so,” he answered.

For the next ten minutes, the two men did nothing but talk about each other. Apollo learned that his name was Frey Summers, an Environmental Studies professor at New York University, and his twin sister, Freya, was a famous jeweler and fashion designer in Europe. He has a son named Magnus, who was just two years older than his son. He just came back from a mountain hike that day, accompanying some of his students with their term paper concerning Minnewaska State Park Preserve, hence his attire.

Apollo, in turn, shared his own background as someone who has a hobby with playing all kinds of musical instruments and he is the head surgeon of Olympus Medical Center, and that Artemis is the head nurse of the said hospital. He did tell him that he was an illegitimate child, but he did not tell him how complicated his life was and his relations with his father. Frankly, the family issues he has are more complicated than other families out there. He decided not to let his head explode if he could help it.

He was about to bring up another subject when a rabble interrupted their conversation, rather, it interrupted just Apollo, because the other man still has his eyes on him.

“For god’s sakes you two idiots, you almost ruined my garbage dumps and the cars of the customers!” an angry Dionysus growled at the two men sporting some bruises to their faces. Apollo recognized them as their half-brothers, Ares and Hephaestus who were still in their matching red and maroon suits. Apparently, they managed to escape their mother’s clutches just in time, and they probably had help from their father Zeus.

“Those punks started it!” Ares reasoned. “Those bastards think that they can get some easy cash by trying to mug two men in tailored suits. I proved them wrong.”

“Don’t look at me! Ares pulled me in!” Hephaestus defended as he was sat down by Hermes at one of the stools while he fetched the first aid kit.

Apollo sighed as he returned to the man in front of them. “Friends of yours?” he asked.

He shook his head, and decided to drop a very big bomb, “Nope. Some of my half-siblings, though the lone girl with them is my older twin.”

Apollo could read the shock on his face when he informed him that they were his siblings, but they instantly faded and smiled. “Big family,” he mused.

“A bit complicated, but yes.” Apollo said fondly. “They have been dragging me everywhere for the past few hours to take my mind off things, but you managed to do that in five minutes flat.”

The man smiled. “I’m glad I could alleviate your worries for a while.”

Apollo smiled as he looked back at his siblings. The moment he saw the gashes on Ares and Hephaestus, and that Hermes was a bit confused of what to do with the kit between the two of them, he stood up. “I better go there and help patch them up. Lord knows what they did out back earlier.” He said.

The man nodded and stood, “I should go too. I’m supposed to head to my sister’s house and sleep over before I drive my son home tomorrow,”

“Thank you for your time then. I enjoyed it.” He admitted.

“I’d like for this to continue, if you want,” Frey said as he handed him a business card. “If you need someone to talk to again, just give me a ring, though not during my classes between seven and two.” He reminded and smiled at him, making Apollo, a grown twenty-nine year-old man, blush.

“S-Sure. See you around.” Apollo bid.

Frey simply smiled. “See you around.” He said and turned to leave the bar.

Apollo didn’t know how long he was staring, but it was definitely long enough, because when he turned to face his siblings, they were all wearing the same annoying smirk that says ‘I know what you just did there’ that made him believe that they were never going to let it go.

“What?” Apollo said as he stared at his siblings.

“I see you abandoned your brandy for the company of a man in hiking wear.” Artemis teased with a smirk.

Apollo shrugged. “He’s just being nice. No need to interpret things,” he then took the first aid kit from his brother, “Now and those over and let me see your bruises. Those can’t be a good sign that it would disappear overnight. Aphy will have a fit.”

“No need to remind us.” Ares mumbled as Apollo placed a swab of cotton with antiseptic on his cheek. “OW!” he flinched.

“Just sit down and let Artemis and I disinfect those! Who knows what those brutes you subdued outside had on their hands!” he mumbled as he tended to his brother, all the while, noticing that the others were smirking at him the entire time.

Yes. Apollo knew that they would never live this down.

#riordanverse #pjo #mcga #toa #mortal au #riordanverse shortfic

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