 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. This week is a picture prompt. Again, this story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. I think I have it mapped out now. I think. **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The River Styx had been in his sights for half a minute. It was real enough that Hermes and Charon both noticed him. He heard Cerebus whimper in the distance. It wasn’t everyday that the underworld had to welcome one of their own.
A moment later, air filled his lungs again. He could hear a familiar voice whisper the words “freedom”. Through the fog he couldn’t tell who it was other than it was female. He stared at the red cup filled with coffee waiting for him on the coffee table. A fluffy croissant sat on a wooden tray beside the saucer the mug rested on. Sunlight streamed through the windows behind him, bathing everything in a warm glow. Deirdre must have left the breakfast for him so he could regain his energy. The problem was that he wasn’t the least bit hungry. The Formoir took charge of nursing both him and Aphrodite for the better part of a week. She followed the instructions that he gave her when she cared for the goddess of love. She ignored everything he said when it came to him. He didn’t know where her knowledge came from as she tended to him. All he was aware of was that it was far better than what she did for Aph. As she would tend to them, he would watch her silently. He felt an overwhelming sense of pride in everything she did. Not only that, he loved her so much it almost hurt. When this nightmare was over, he wanted to begin the rest of his existence with her. Except his perfect happily-ever-after lay shattered into pieces with what was left of his heart. He didn’t know which end was up at this point. Was there anything left for him to give to her?
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “orange”. **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  There was a blue and orange glow dancing along the stone walls as Apollo squeezed himself inside. There was also a buzz of electricity he had never felt before, not in his entire existence. It was a power that resonated through his bones.
It took a minute or two to shimmy his way down the narrow path. Just before he could pop his way out into the larger cavern at the end, he stopped to assess the situation. His heart crumbled in his chest. The pang of betrayal felt like a knife. Shit. Deirdre was right. In the center of the cave stood Khalil, his hands outstretched. Blue and orange flames danced off his palms. They crackled together then formed into streams of pure magical power over his head, piercing the ceiling and disappearing from sight. A man stood near him, pressing his palms together over his chest. The stranger was handsome in a dark, mysterious way. And he was certainly pleased with whatever Khalil was doing. Behind both of them, sitting on a ledge, was a lamp. It was tiny and looked just like the ones from the cartoons about genies. It glowed in a pure light as Khalil performed his magic. Apollo swallowed hard. He couldn’t believe that the jinn he loved would do this to him and his family. Did he deceive the sun god and seduce him just to get at the Parthenon? This shit had to stop. He stepped out from the crevice and growled. “Khalil, what the fuck are you doing?” Khalil’s eyes grew wide. There was a subtle stutter in the light show. “Apollo, what are you doing here?” The stranger turned slowly and smiled. “You’re supposed to die with your family. But this could be far more entertaining. Khalil, kill him.” Khalil let go a nervous laugh. “You forgot the magic words, Asshole.” The stranger turned to him. “Do you want to play it like that?” “Hassan, please don’t. I’m begging you. You took Deirdre from me already. Have mercy.” “Khalil, stop what you’re doing,” Apollo demanded. “If you ever loved me at all, stop.” Khalil’s answer was weak. “I can’t.” Hassan strode across the cavern until he was nearly nose to nose with the jinn. “I wish for you to kill the sun god. Slowly. Painfully. I want to savor you ending him for a long time.” The surge of power faltered again. In the dim light, Apollo thought he could see tears shimmer in Khalil’s eyes. “Yes, Master.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “bug”. Again, this story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. I think I have it mapped out now. I think. **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Pain was everything. There was no thought. There was no emotion. There was only agony.
It felt like Deirdre’s bones were shattered like glass even though she knew they were fine. Her muscles were on fire. She sucked in a breath. She was alive. Definitely on this side of the dirt but she was hurting. Then again, she was the equivalent of an Irish death demon. She was hard to kill. She pried one eye open then the other. The sounds of footsteps approaching pierced through the buzzing in her ears. She would have tried to sit up to defend herself if she could will her muscles to move at all. “Shit, shit, shit,” a female voice muttered as she felt a body kneel next to her. “Is she dead?” the flat male voice demanded. Of course Prince Frederick had to be on the scene when Deirdre was at her worst. He was probably taking great joy in it, not that she could blame him. If someone cursed her as a babe she would want to see them suffer. Deirdre licked her lips then forced herself to speak. “Nope. Still alive. Where’s Apollo?” “Here, let me help you up.” Small, gentle hands wrapped around Deirdre’s arms then began lifting. As they rose, the tug became an embrace. It was enough to make Deirdre try as well. Maybe she wasn’t as bad off as she thought. The dark haired woman smiled at her as Deirdre opened her eyes. Didn’t Apollo say she was a vampire? Or was a vampire? Deirdre had no idea. All the Fomóir knew was that she was very pregnant. Frederick - wait, Freddy is what he was called - pointed back to the battle with the greasy black blob. By the lack of commotion, it must have been gone. “He’s back there cleaning shit up. Why?” Tears stung Deirdre’s eyes and it wasn’t from her injuries. She knew Khalil had no control over what he did. He tried to talk circles around his master to prevent from having to kill her himself. It didn’t change the fact that the tears the Olympians were facing, the ones that almost killed Apollo, were his fault. He was the source and it wouldn’t be long before one man she loved would face off with the other. She sniffled back enough to talk. “I need to talk to him now.” “He’s a little busy…” Her voice grew sharp with Freddy. “I said now.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. This week is a picture prompt. Again, this story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. I think I have it mapped out now. I think. **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Khalil gripped Hassan by the collar of his shirt and shoved him against the weathered wood door. It was hard enough to shake chips of red paint from the building. They fell on the two of them like flakes of dried blood.
The jinn’s knuckles turned white as he pinned Hassan to the door. He never felt red hot rage like this before. “What the hell did you do to her?” “What you wouldn’t. I ordered you to kill her. You’re weak.” Khalil loosened his hold long enough to slide his palm to Hassan’s throat. He tightened his fingers around Hassan’s neck like a vice. “Let me show you just how weak I am.” Hassan let out a gasp but it was all that needed to be said. “Enough. I wish that you would release me.” Fuck. Khalil tried to fight back but it was no use. His hands let go of his master and his feet took a step back. Hassan brushed the wrinkles from his shirt. “This is my fault, really. I should never have trusted your weak heart. I sent you to seduce the sun god. I needed you to distract him. Instead, you fell in love with him and that thing.” He pointed to Deirdre’s still body lying on the street. Khalil refused to follow his finger. “Do not call her a thing, asshole.” “No worries, little dove. I can fix this. We’re going to Greece. Khalil, I wish you to create a tear over Mount Olympus. I wish for it to slowly eat the entire rock face. The gods may have vacated it but I’m sure they will still protect their precious home. I’m certain there is still someone there that they would die for. And they will all die. I wish for it now.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “bug”. Again, this story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. I think I have it mapped out now. I think. **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look! The sand underneath Deirdre’s ass was so hot it radiated through her blue jeans. She brushed a wayward bug from her shoulder then laid the side of her hand across her brow to shield the sun from her eyes. She gazed out across the deep blue expanse of the ocean looking for the occasional head to bob from beneath the waves.
Each of her lovers would hop on their board then try to tame the surf. Okay, they weren’t really trying. By the giggles and the constant splashing happening between the god and the jinn, they were reveling in the time they spent together doing something they clearly both loved. From the distance they were from her, she could clearly see the chemistry between them. It was like they were made for each other. She ached to share that with either of them. Maybe it was time to break loose and get out of there. It was not like they would notice her gone at the moment. She huffed to herself. Alright. They did ask her to join them. No, it was more like begging. Apollo even conjured up a board for her to use that was perfect for her size. Khalil apparated a bikini for her to wear, only changing it to the appropriate wet suit when Apollo shot him a nasty look. But Deirdre repeatedly declined their offers. Back home, her kind were known to cause all sorts of deadly mischief in the water. She didn’t need to start that shit here in California. The glint of the sunshine on the water hid the nearby motion in the water from her sight. The lap of the waves were the first hint that she wasn’t by herself anymore. “Hey, pretty lady. Come join us,” Khalil crooned. She could barely make out his figure sitting on his board. He was grounded in the sand at the edge of the ocean. She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Really? Are you going there?” “What?” he protested. “I only speak the truth.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re delusional.” He stood from his board and pulled it onto shore. Then he lumbered through the sand until was beside her. The salt water from his wetsuit soaked through her t-shirt and jeans as he dropped down next to her. It should have annoyed the crap of her. It was just a reminder of how close he was to her. “Why can’t you take a compliment?” he questioned.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “blue”. Again, this story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. I think I have it mapped out now. I think. **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Khalil tucked himself closer to Apollo as he looked out the window across the deep blue ocean that was right outside the god’s door. His anxiety felt like a wire pulled tight about to snap. It was one thing to almost kill the man he had fallen so deeply in love with. It was entirely another to have the entire Pantheon on his ass over something he couldn’t control.
He’d give up his existence to be free of Hassan. Maybe it was time to find a way to do that. “I can lend an additional set of eyes when I hit the sky tomorrow morning,” Apollo volunteered. There was a noticeable recoil from Deirdre at his words. Khalil didn’t blame her for it. Apollo was barely able to make it off the bed much less back to work. Poseidon raised a hand up to stop him. “You need to rest and heal. We weren’t made to take a beating like you and Athena did. She’s still limping from that attack Namtar inflicted on her.” He gestured to Deirdre and Khalil. “It looks like you are in great hands right now so enjoy it. I’ve already had a talk with Helios to cover for you. He insisted that he had to do it the old way so your chariot is missing. Whatever makes the ancient fart happy. He needs to get out more anyway. He gets crankier every year he stays holed up in that forest. A little activity will do him good.” Apollo let out a little huff. “Fine.” “Do you really think you can go through another fight right now?” Deirdre demanded. Apollo’s shoulders sunk a bit as he looked at her. There was a tenderness in his gaze as he took her in. A tinge of jealousy hit Khalil in the heart. He didn’t know who for though. Truthfully, he loved the little spitfire as much as he did the sun god. He never had someone to care about. All he had were cruel masters who cared for nothing but their own desires. This was the first time he wanted to stay. He wanted to be a family with them. “Probably not,” Apollo admitted. Deirdre turned towards the god of the ocean. “We’ll take good care of him. Have no worries about that.” “Excellent.” Poseidon turned his attention back to Apollo. “I will update you if I learn of anything.” “Fantastic. Be careful, Uncle.” “I will.” There was a brief splash of water and Poseidon was gone. The rug where he was once standing was bone dry. It was quite the visual effect.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “scout”. Again, this story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. I think I have it mapped out now. I think. **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  “You know, you could help.”
Deirdre’s voice shook Khalil out of his thoughts. He huffed to himself then made his way to the bed. He settled on the mattress beside the god, resting his hand on the mattress to conjure up more bandages and tape. Taking a piece of gauze, he mopped at the blood across Apollo’s ribcage. A string of muttered curses made him look up into Apollo’s eyes. He could have sworn he saw all the constellations in the heavens gazing back at him. “I’m sorry for what I said,” Khalil admitted. “Of course human life is important to me. But after being imprisoned by mortals for thousands of years and being forced to perform like a trained monkey for them while I make their desires come true, sometimes it’s hard to care.” Khalil turned his focus back to Apollo’s injury. He noticed Deirdre staring at him out of the corner of his eyes. By the expression on her face, it seemed like she understood what he was saying. “It’s fine,” Apollo replied. It didn’t sound genuine to Khalil. It must have been enough of an olive branch to end the argument. Khalil and Deidre continued to bandage Apollo’s wounds in silence. The jinn was so engrossed in his work he never noticed the three lovers were no longer alone. “Oh-kay. Didn’t know you got a posse, nephew.” Apollo shifted from the spot he sat to shrug off the other two. Khalil and Deidre sat back as well. The man standing at the end of the bed was tall with long, dark hair. He didn’t bother with a shirt. His entire body rippled with muscle which blended well with the board shorts and flip flops. He had to be the biggest surfer Khalil had ever seen. And he called Apollo “nephew”. That had to mean that he was… “Didn’t know I had to run my friends by you, Poseidon. What brings you here?” “I wanted to check on you. You took one hell of a beating. Had you not gotten out of that tear when you did, you’d be…” Poseidon’s voice trailed off. The emotion was a sucker punch in Khalil’s gut. He muttered a curse under his breath. Yep. It was that bad. “So now what do we do?” Apollo questioned. He reached out to tug Khalil to one side of him and Deirdre to the other. It didn’t seem to phase the god of the ocean. “I talked to Hades. Zeus’s wishes that we remain hidden in the mortal world got thrown out the window. He should have thought about that before he forced us off Olympus. I have scouts throughout the planet looking for tears. Doesn’t matter where - underworld, ocean, land, air. They are to report the second we see one. We’re going to track down whoever is doing this and we will end it for good. I promise you that.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. This week is a picture prompt. Again, this story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. I think I have it mapped out now. I think. **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He stopped short at the threshold of the bedroom door. There was more than a gash across Apollo’s ribs. Sitting in his briefs on the bed, it was evident that he took a beating while in the tear trying to save the mortal. His flesh was peppered with dark purple blotches. The slashes on his thighs left droplets of blood on the pure white sheets. The heel of his right foot was shredded, leaving a puddle of crimson beneath it.
Deirdre lounged against the pillows, gently brushing the hair from the gods face. At the sight of the jinn, she pressed a kiss to Apollo’s brow. She glared at Khalil as she stood and paced the few steps to the foot of the bed. She lifted her palm towards Khalil. The bandages that the jinn held flew from his hands into hers. With a huff, she slumped on the mattress. She carefully took Apollo’s unfurled foot in her hands then rested it on her leg. She bit her lower lip in deep concentration as she wrapped the gauze around his heel. Khalil crossed the room to her. “I could have brought that to you.” “Didn’t seem like it. You looked like a deer in headlights.” She patted the top of Apollo’s foot and gave him a smile. “One down. A whole lot more to go.” The god returned the grin. “You make one hell of a nurse.” “From you, that’s a hell of a compliment.” Deirdre turned back to Khalil. He cringed at the feeling of judgement he felt coming from her. He didn’t need her condemnation. He already hated himself. Seeing the man he loved bleeding from his own actions tore him to shreds. He hissed a quiet curse against Hassan. If he ever got the chance to kill the son of a bitch, he would.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “deepen”. Again, this story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. I think I have it mapped out now. I think. **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  It was nearly impossible to wake up when surrounded by so many warm blankets and pillows. Deirdre felt like she was sleeping on literal clouds. Considering whose bed she was in, it was possible they once were. He was the Greek god of the sun, after all.
She rose her head up an inch to take in the setting sun. It was also enough to tell that she was alone. She had no idea where Khalil had gone. The suspicion she held gnawed at her heart. He could be off sabotaging the gods again. That was if it really was him. She truly wasn’t sure. And right now, sunk deep in Apollo’s bed aching from a day of lovemaking with Khalil, it was hard to care. The slamming door startled her, making her bolt upright in the bed. She gripped the sheet to her bare skin as she blinked at the hallway outside the bedroom. Her heart thundered in her chest at the intrusion. It took quite a bit to frighten one of her kind. Somehow, that bang did it well. At the sound of deep voices below, she tumbled out of bed in search of her clothes. She sat on the bed to slide her legs into her jeans then wiggled her t-shirt over her head. Leaving her boots behind, she hurried down the stairs in her bare feet. Apollo sat hunched over on the couch, the points of his elbows digging into his thighs. His lips twisted in a snarl. With each growl he let loose, Deirdre could see the tension lines in his brow deepen. She had never seen the god so furious before. Khalil stood with his arm crossed over his chest on the other side of the coffee table from Apollo. He stared at the god. By the frown on face he looked irritated at the deity. Despite the lack of communication between them, she could guess that they were at odds. Oh, the earlier yelling tipped her in that direction as well. She sucked in a breath then crossed the living room. Settling next to Apollo on the sofa, she caressed his cheek gently. She thought she felt him lean into her touch. “What’s wrong?” she asked him. Apollo glared at Khalil. “There is another tear. This time it swallowed a mortal whole along with a passenger bus which luckily was empty except the poor soul that went with it.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “anxious”. This story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. Deirdre has already changed what she is twice (she is now a Fomoir). **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The feel of fingers threading through her hair woke Deirdre from slumber that held her tight in its grip. She pried her eyes open as she sat upright. The room was still dark except the faint glow of dawn coming from the wall of windows behind her that faced the ocean. The sounds of masculine chuckles rang in her ears.
Apollo smiled down at her, wrapped in a thick, white bathrobe. Khalil stood behind him in a pair of midnight blue silk pajama pant. The garment complimented the deep patterns of ink in his skin. “You should have come up and joined us,” Apollo chided her. “I didn’t want to disturb you,” she quipped back. “You could never do that, beautiful.” Apollo bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. He straightened up then reached, cupping his fingers around Khalil’s neck. He tugged the djinn to him for a deep kiss as well. He broke the embrace then glanced between them. “I need a cup of coffee before I head to work. Anyone want one?” Khalil grinned at him. “Sure, if you’re offering.” “Of course.” Apollo turned to Deirdre. “How about you? Want a cup of joe to wake you up?” “I’ll pass,” Deirdre replied. She noticed the slight twitch of the god’s head as he observed her. He must have sensed something was off. He could keep wondering what it was. She would never admit to him that it bothered her to her core that he confessed his love to Khalil instead of her. Even though his stare made her a little anxious. “Alrighty then. I’ll be in the kitchen.” Apollo shuffled off into the other room, out of sight. Khalil settled beside Deirdre on the couch, draping a muscular arm along to top of it behind her. The closeness of his body against hers made her shiver. It didn’t stop her from her mission. “Where were you yesterday?” she demanded. He scowled at her. “I had things to do.” “Like?” “Like it’s none of your business. Like you, I have duties.” “Any of them include an airplane at Heathrow?” His brow tightened as his countenance grew darker. His dark eyes burned like hot coals. “I had wishes to grant.” “At Heathrow.” “To a 10-year-old boy in Florida who asked for ice cream. Then he wanted bubble gum. Finally he wanted bubble gum ice cream, which frankly is horrid stuff. So no, I wasn’t at Heathrow. I’m sorry to disappoint you.” |
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