Wrath is No Sin

“Burn it all to the ground. Level everything.“

Ares knew his allies might not share the sentiment, but he’d been placed in charge of this group and he expected no dissent. The city was evacuated, and his mortal allies could no longer continue the fight here. But he did not intend to leave the enemy an intact city.

Ares demanded complete and total dedication to the war effort.

“Anything they take, destroy it. There shall be no glorious victory.“

#open

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Standing outside the pane-glass storefront of Ichabod’s Antiquities, Apollo laughs in spite of himself. He absently pulls his pale hair back into a messy bun at his nape, gaze sliding from the rickety looking armoire on display to Ares’s face. “….you never know until you look. That’s the joy of antiquing, John.”

The alias tastes strange on his lips, like something too small to properly encompass the man before him. But Apollo has committed to carving out a simpler life here, with Ares and his son. He intends to embrace it as best he can.

“Come on…” He palms the other man’s bare forearm, pulling him towards the dim interior of the shop, “…We need a new entryway table. One that might actually hold up under our.. ah…” The Sun King smirks, sly glance to one side “…escapades.”

It was hardly his ideal use of a lazy afternoon, but if digging through musty shops full of old junk would make his lover happy then so be it. He smiles contently as he looks over at ‘Andrew’. Their strange little cover story, here, couldn’t possibly fool anyone. Still, no one had bothered to call them out. As far as these good people seemed to be concerned, they were just a pair of good friends. Why say more than that?

“I’m coming, I’m coming,“ he chuckles while being pulled into the shop. With Alex spending the afternoon at a friends house, the men were free to take their time and enjoy the afternoon in peace. “I don’t think any table will hold up when we...“ he glances over at a young woman who raised a brow, and Ares chuckles. “get up to escapades.“

He gave a little wink to the young lady before they headed deeper into the shop. Ares was even bold enough to put an arm around Apollo’s shoulder. “I’m not one for interior design, Andrew. Might have to leave the choosing up to you. I’m more of a lover and fighter.”

#v john aaron

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the-smeraldo-flower

Mythology couples I deserve: Ares x Apollo

Friends with benefits to lovers
“The hardest battle I’ve ever fought was trying to get you out of my mind”
Ares being able to sleep only to Apollo playing the piano
Apollo spending all the time at the gym watching Ares lift things

#oh we kings of men and gods

@aresisgodofwar im cackling

@sunxking

“I think if you expect to find any good antiques here you’re mistaken. This town is a great place to raise Alexander, but it doesn’t have much else. Well, I suppose there’s Mables Jam.“

#sunxking #v john aaron

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616 | MCU | Myth

Ares, God of War

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#somewhere SHIELD computers are screaming 'cause two uber powerful beings are getting lovey dovey

Apollo holds himself very still when Ares steps closer to him, watching his companion with pale, vulnerable eyes. In all honesty, he half expects the God to deliver a well-placed punch. Ares would not be without cause for it.

In the time they’ve shared together, Apollo held off mentioning his separation from Midnighter, not wanting to dwell on the complicated upheavals of his relationship with the other man, or the ultimate fracturing of trust between them. Looking back, the Sun King realizes it’d been a cowardly tactic. He was hiding from his problems, taking solace in Ares’s magnetic attention and unexpected kindness. In the family that felt… like something he’d lost.

Lost to his thoughts, Apollo isn’t expecting the hand on his, or how Ares pulls him closer – into his personal space – how he twists the Sun King from his upright position like it’s nothing and… oh. Oh God.

Apollo’s hand grips at Ares’s bicep, and if it were anyone else, he’d have burned him with the heat in his grasp. His entire being flashes, sudden and bright, a small solar-flare contained beneath his skin.

“…Ares.” Apollo chokes, half caught between a laugh and a groan. The god’s declaration makes something inside him throb with familiar, remembered pain, an old wound that simply won’t heal. The Sun King closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Ares’s own, battling with his words “…I’m… I’m not much good at love. But my heart… whatever is left of it…” he exhales, opening eyes that burn white-hot, “…you are welcome to it.”

Ares knew how powerful Apollo was, but knowing and experiencing were vastly different things. In the embrace of their kiss, Apollo’s light was a surprise. Perhaps it was romantic, that their embrace brought out Apollo’s beauty and fire. Ares only grinned. The heat, such as it was, held no pain for the god of war. When he opened his eyes, letting Apollo return to an upright position, he was glad to hear the other man’s words.

Looking into those burning suns, those eyes filled with not only power but pain and love, Ares brought Apollo close. His shirt, and some of his pants, had already burned away by being this close to Apollo’s light. He didn’t care. He held his love close, putting his forehead against Apollo’s. A mortal man would be blinded, looking into that light. Ares answered back with his own.

Few, even among heroes, could survive the unmitigated power of an Olympian. But he knew, in his core, that Apollo could. So he answered Apollo’s light with his own. A violent, crackling, aura overtook him. His body radiated with power, washing out over them both and sending ripples through the long grass of the farm. His eyes, locked with Apollo, raged with cosmic power.

“You are beautiful, and strong and kind.“ His hand rested on Apollo’s chest, silently gripping the fabric. “I know you are in pain, I know you do not believe you can ever be the same. But you have me. And Alex. This place is our sanctuary. Let it be yours, too, my love.“

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Apollo stills at the mention of Alexander’s growth, his unique intuition to foretell the Sun King’s arrival. He glances past Ares to the farmhouse settled at the end of the drive, gaze lingering with a wistfulness that pangs like bell inside the metahuman’s chest. When Apollo finally meets Ares’s gaze again, he cannot help but flinch at his plain-spoken judgement.

I deserve the criticism, he thinks wearily. I’m supposed to be better than this…

“…I was…” The Sun King starts, then hesitates, because there’s simply no way to say the words without painting himself in a worse light. He huffs a laugh, utterly humorless, “…I was trying to salvage my marriage.”

Combing the fingers of one hand through his long hair, the Sun King angles a hapless, self-deprecating look in Ares’s direction. “…. It didn’t work.”

It’s easy enough to hide his shock at the revelation that Apollo is (was?) married. A little lift of his eyebrow was all that gave it away. Within... there were concerns. Was he going to have to fight a... whatever Apollo’s husband was. He wanted to be angry, to shout at Apollo for his abrupt departure. But in truth, looking at him here, he didn’t care about that anymore.

Watching Apollo run his fingers through his hair, all Ares wanted was to do so himself. He stepped closer and reached up, taking the big man’s hand so that he could pull him closer. There wasn’t need for more talking, and he dipped Apollo; which was easier to do when the damn man could float. From the outside, it might have looked like one of those corny romance movies, where one dips the other. And just like them, Ares kissed Apollo, a hand on his hip and the other on his firm jaw.

“Whatever happened... I don’t care. I love you. I wanted to say it before you left, but I was too late. It felt too soon, too fast. I won’t let that hold me back this time.“

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maximummuses:

“It looks like they’re having a good time down there, right?”

“It’’s a training simulation. If they are having fun, it needs to be turned up.“ Which Ares decided he would do. He reached to the controls, cranking up the Danger Room settings a few levels. Should make things a bit more interesting.

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