 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “arch”. 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 voices in the other room carried to the great hall before Poseidon fully nudged the thick wood front door open. Apollo and Freddy followed the god of the ocean into the misplaced medieval castle and glanced around.
The arch of each doorway that led to a different section of the house was plain stone when Apollo was last here. Now they were adorned with colorful, fragrant blooms and lush greenery. The smell was so overpowering Freddy nearly collapsed in a coughing fit. “What the hell?” the leprechaun protested. “Looks like Hestia went all out for the king and queen’s arrival,” Poseidon commented. His long hair rippled as he glanced around at the sudden indoor garden. “It’s hard to believe, though. She hasn't been a fan of his ideas since he banned the gods and goddesses from Olympus.” The rustle of fabric preceded the voice by a split second. “I’m still not a fan.” Hestia forced a smile at the three gods. She waved her index finger at the flowers. “Here’s handiwork. I guess I wasn’t a good enough hostess for my sister.” Poseidon nodded without a grin in return. “Seems about right for her. Is my brother and the booze hound still here?” The sudden creases around her eyes and the way her lips curled up betrayed the fact that Hestia was fighting back laughter. “Everyone is in the sunroom.” “Fantastic.” Freddy charged through them all in the direction Hestia had come from. That was until Poseidon clamped a hand on his shoulder, stilling him. “Now I get why Demeter sent you surfing. We can’t go in with guns blazing, Fred. I get your feelings about Zeus. You’re justified, believe me. This is getting beyond us. We need everyone on board. When we get these tears under control, you can go back to wanting to bash my brother’s head in. Okay?” Freddy scowled at the sea god then glanced back at Apollo. Apollo just shrugged at the leprechaun-turned-demigod. What could he tell Freddy? The sooner things were fixed, the quicker they could return to the dysfunction that was the Greek Pantheon. Freddy huffed. “Fine. I’ll play nice.” Poseidon patted him on the back. “Good boy. Okay, let’s go have a chat with everyone else.” Poseidon chatted quietly with Hestia as they disappeared down the corridor. Apollo rustled Freddy’s hair as he chuckled. “I know, little buddy. It’s hard not to hate Dad. The rest of us have for thousands of years.” Freddy grumbled at him. “Let’s just go.”
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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 “balloon”. 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!  Apollo closed his eyes, concentrating his thoughts and power into the water. The ocean was not his area of specialty. The sky was. But there was water in the sky with evaporation, right?
He just hoped this worked. He heard the splash of Freddy’s surfboard getting closer. He clenched his eyes closed, doubling down on his power. He was going to need a nap later. He could sense another board swallowing up the space between his and Freddy’s. A foot brushed against his, much larger than the leprechaun's. “You guys never tell me when you go surfing.” Apollo’s eyes fluttered open to catch a child’s balloon being swallowed alive by the inky black growing before them. He glanced beside him to find his uncle floating on his own board beside him. The god of the sea was actually pouting. Poseidon’s thick long hair cascaded down past his solid muscular body. His sun kissed skin proved how much time he spent beside the water. How the board held the god’s massive frame was beyond Apollo. “You’re too competitive, Big Kahuna,” Freddy replied. “We have a bigger problem than your feelings. Uncle.” Apollo gestured to the tear spreading across the sky. “The mortals are oblivious to it. It’ll overtake them in a minute or two and they won’t be able to survive what’s on the other side.” “They won’t miss this.” Poseidon’s brows knitted together as he concentrated on the shore. The only noise was the laughter and voices from the beach. A mother with her feet in the water saw the fin a second before Apollo did. A dozen followed in its wake. “Shark!” Those swimming raced out of the water screaming. Those on the beach gathered their belongings and ran to their cars. The deadly creatures circled the area until the area was vacated before they disappeared. Poseidon tisked as he shook his head. “What a shame. It’s such a nice beach. But who knows how long that will stay there.” He motioned to the greasy blot tending the sky. “Now what do we do?” Apollo questioned. “We should report this to the rest of the Pantheon. It’s one thing to screw up our lives. Now whatever is happening is taking aim at the mortals. We need to stop it before someone gets killed. We’ll meet up at Hestia’s. Hopefully, we can catch my brother and his wife before they leave since Zeus so desperately wants to be a part of this now." There was no missing the sarcasm in Poseidon's voice.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “brand”. 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! Freddy’s eyes widened then he grinned. “Really? A boyfriend, huh?”
Apollo rolled his eyes. “Don’t start.” Freddy’s brow creased as his face darkened in confusion. “Wait. The night the twins were born? I thought you said the waves were too wild for humans to surf.” Apollo shook his head. “Seriously, Fred, I don’t want to talk about it.” The ripple of waves and the distant laughter on the shore were the only sounds for a moment. Apollo scratched at the brand name embossed on his board. He didn’t need Freddy’s teasing right now. And if the leprechaun found out the truth, he would never shut up. “Hold up.” Freddy’s voice broke the silence. “If a mortal couldn’t survive the surf, that means your Dude isn’t human. Which means I was right.” Apollo looked up to glare at him. Only one thought stuck in his mind. Oh shit. Freddy spread his arms wide in invitation. “Tell me I’m wrong.” “Go to Hades,” Apollo cursed. “Dude, that’s not even a threat. I legit work there. So what is your loverboy? Vampire? Werewolf? Fae?” Apollo sighed. “A jinn.” “A what?” Apollo’s voice grew louder. “A jinn.” “What is a jinn?” Apollo groaned. “A genie.” A laugh escaped Freddy’s lips. “A genie? Like a real genie? When you slept together, did he let you rub his lamp? What were your three wishes? Harder, faster, deeper?” Apollo snarled as he sunk his hands into the water and started to paddle. “Screw you.” He paddled away from the leprechaun, furious. Freddy was so amused with himself. What a fucking child. Apollo made it only a couple of yards before he saw the air in front of him ripple. His breath caught in his throat. A moment later it tore open, leaving an oily black rend in its place. “Freddy,” Apollo cried out as he fought to stop himself. “Oh, lighten up. I’m kidding,” Freddy chuckled. “Freddy,” Apollo repeated. “What is your…” There was a few ripples of water then silence. “Oh, shit.” “It’s growing,” Apollo commented. “I see that. If it gets too big, it’ll reach the shore. Those people will get sucked in. What are we going to do?” Apollo thought for a second as he watched the murky expanse grow. He stuck his fingers into the water and closed his eyes. “What are you doing?” Freddy demanded. “Making a call."  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. This week is a picture prompt. 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!  Freddy chuckled. “Things are fine. The king and queen are finally making the effort to meet their new niece and nephew. Hestia strongly suggested that I go somewhere else since Zeus is still pretty pissed that I kicked his ass and married Dee. And Hera.” He shrugged to end his sentence.
“So you called me to avoid Dad?” Apollo countered. Freddy smirked at him. “Like you’d turn down a good day of surfing.” “I would have liked to avoid being cursed out in Greek by Helios.” “Good point.” The two men wandered down the beach away from the crowd. After several hundred feet, they made their way to the water's edge. Apollo watched the turquoise water roll across the sand leaving white foam on his toes. Glancing at Freddy, he grinned. “Ready?” “Definitely.” The afternoon passed quickly as the two of them rode wave after wave. After a while it became a contest to see who could last longer before falling off their board. The sun was low on the horizon when they straddled their boards as they floated on the water. Apollo watched the crowd as he kicked his feet absentmindedly. The image of Khalil filled his mind. It twisted his heart in knots. “I needed this.” Freddy smoothed his damp fingers through his hair to try to tame it. “It feels like it’s been forever.” “Yeah. I imagine getting out to surf will be scarce with two babies.” He caught Freddy’s scowl out of the corner of his eye. “What’s up? You’re usually much happier to ditch work to hit the waves.” Apollo huffed. “Last time I was here, the night Aunt Dee gave birth, I met a guy. We kissed. A few days ago we met up again and he spent the night. I can’t get him out of my head.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “bug”. 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 beach was far busier in the afternoon than when he was here at night. Families flocked to islands of beach towels on the scorching sand. A team of girls wearing hardly anything bounced on either side of a volleyball net as they passed the ball to each other. The deep blue water ahead was speckled with dots of color as swimmers bobbed up and down.
Apollo watched the scene before him as he clenched his surfboard to his side. He would have to move down coast to an area with fewer bodies. He didn’t want to heal some poor mortal he took out with his board. The deep scent of salt water broke his heart a little. It had been three days since he woke up next to Khalil. The jinn disappeared from his life. He still kicked himself for not calling that old coot Helios to take over the sun duties for the day so he could spend the day in bed with his new lover. Each day seemed to drag on longer and longer. It had been a while since the god had fallen so hard. The ache was almost unbearable. If Khalil were mortal, Apollo could track him down. Since he was a jinn instead, he pretty much disappeared off the face of the planet. When the offer came up to get away from the daily grind and go surfing, Apollo jumped at the chance. He irritated Helios until the old dude couldn’t take it anymore. One of the only Titans not banished to Tartarus, he was less than thrilled when Zeus issued the edict to abandon Olympus for the mortal world. Now the old hermit lived in a remote cabin in the Rockies surrounded by wild animals and bugs of all shapes and sizes. He hoped it would ward off nosy humans. However, it didn’t keep away young, persistent gods who needed a day off right now. Helios spat out a few choice curse words about Apollo and his sports car before he sped off into the sky. A small grin cracked Apollo’s face at the sight of the red haired surfer navigating the sand in his direction. Freddy wielded his board around a gang of toddlers ambling past him then jogged the rest of the way. “You snuck out,” Apollo greeted. “I got kicked out, you mean,” Freddy replied as he staked the board into the dune in front of him. Every muscle on the lean leprechaun-turned-demigod rippled as he stretched. His physique screamed Greek god over the tiny mythological lucky creature. Apollo frowned. “What do you mean kicked out? Is everything okay?”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “bite”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  It was hard to wake up. Places were sore that Apollo hadn’t felt for a long time. The soft mattress beneath his belly provided some consolation as did the comforter across his back. He could just stay in bed. There were ways to get the sun across the sky without him.
But then he would have to answer to his father and twin sister, Artemis. She was bad enough. And Zeus wouldn’t condone skipping work over a one night stand even though the king of the gods had thousands of them. Or millions. Had the old man gotten to millions yet? He shook his head as he tried to scatter his muddled thoughts. A moment later he felt the bed shift beside him. He was certain he would wake up alone. He knew nothing about his lover from the night before. He sure as hell knew nearly everything about Apollo. Two kisses were pressed to the back of his shoulder followed by a gentle bite. Apollo opened an eye and peeked out from the fluff of his pillow. Khalil grinned at him from his own. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” “Good morning.” Apollo returned the smile. “I could wake up like that every morning. But I’m thankful you’re not a vampire or that would have hurt.” “Who says I’m not?” Apollo lifted his head from the pillow as his eyes widened. Did Khalil break skin? What happened if he did? What in hades was going on? His voice broke as he spoke. “Are you a vampire?” Khalil laughed then leaned over to press a playful kiss to Apollo’s nose. “No, silly god. I’m a Jinn. Your less than favorite people, the Romans, called me a djinn. I’m now known as a…” “You’re a genie,” Apollo finished. “I prefer jinn, thanks,” Khalil retorted. “So, where’s your lamp? Do you grant three wishes like in the cartoons?” Khalil scowled. “No. Stop with the stereotypes. Fuck, I just told you that I’m a jinn. That doesn’t freak you out in the least?” Apollo rolled to his side then sat up. He lifted a hand into his air then bounced his finger as if he were trying to keep track. “Nope. I have a half sister-in-law who is a vampire and a half brother-in-law who is a werewolf. Oh, then there is my new uncle who is a leprechaun. I’m used to the whole paranormal world now.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “sunny”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Apollo struggled against the attraction he had for this guy, but he had to get away. Somewhere along the way someone in his family fucked up and he was about to pay for it in a big way. “Listen, Bud. It’s nice meeting you but I got to go..”
Khalil’s eyes dropped to his own hand. Apollo’s followed out of plain curiosity. Cupped only Khalil’s palm, where no other bar patron could see, a tiny iridescent flame danced. Freddy’s words from the night before pounded in Apollo’s brain. He sucked in a hard breath. His voice was ragged when he spoke. “Maybe we should go someplace more private.” “Sounds like a plan.” Apollo tossed a few bills on the bar for the drinks then stood to leave. He glanced towards the back of the bar again, his gaze meeting the redheaded beauty he was watching earlier. Something deep inside him tugged him towards her until Khalil touched her arm. “Ready to go?” Khalil urged. “Yep, this way.” Apollo motioned towards the door then followed Khalil to it. He held the door open for his mystery surfer then jogged to catch up with him. The walk to the beach house was silent. More than once, Apollo wanted to reach out and take Khalil’s hand in his. But it was apparent that they didn’t know each other that well. At least he didn’t know Khalil. It seemed that the surfer knew far more about him than he should. As far as Apollo knew, his new friend was plotting to kill him. Not that he could die. He was a god. But then again, his half sister almost did so it wasn’t a defense he could hold tight to anymore. These were certainly some strange times. The god glanced back at his guest as he jammed the key in the lock and twisted the knob. He motioned Khalil in before him then stormed past him to the kitchen. He popped open the refrigerator to retrieve a couple bottles of beer then slammed it shut. Popping the tops off, he returned to the living area to find Khalil taking the space in with awe. “Never been in a house?” Apollo questioned as he offered a bottle to Khalil. Khalil scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Wow. What a sunny disposition. That little trick at the bar. That’s not something humans can do. So I’m not sure if your type of beings know what being indoors is like since I have no idea what you are.” Khalil took the bottle from him then sat it on the end table. Before Apollo could scold him for his lack of use of a coaster, he caught the god’s wrist in his hand and tugged him into his arms. Apollo moaned as Khalil parted his mouth with his own.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “jar”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The guy smirked at him. “Mind if I sit here?”
Apollo’s heart lodged in his throat rendered him mute. It took an embarrassing amount of time for him to find his voice. “Nope. Have a seat.” He took in his surfer from head to toe as the man settled on the stool and raised his hand to catch the bartender’s attention. He was dressed in a pair of worn blue jeans and a tight fitting T-shirt. The faded image of the rooster from a Chinese food hot sauce bottle could barely be made out in the dim light. His long, black, wavy hair draped loose past his shoulders, matching the shade of his well manicured beard and moustache. There was quite a bit Apollo missed of him in the middle of that raging storm. There was even more he wanted to explore. The sensation of their kiss echoed on his lips as he slumped back onto his seat. The man held his hand out to Apollo. “Khalil. I should have introduced myself the last time that we met.” Apollo took it in his for a handshake. He shivered at the touch then noticed that they held on a little longer than they should have. “Brody. Brody Lynch.” “Brody Lynch, huh?” Khalil teased. Apollo scowled at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Khalil accepted the beer that the bartender offered to him with a nod of thanks then took a sip. He sat the bottle on the wood top of the bar. “Maybe we should address the elephant in the room. I mean, that kiss was pretty magnificent. I can’t stop thinking about it but we can’t be a servant to our desires. Let’s be honest. That’s not what is on either of our minds.” “Wow.” Apollo huffed. “I don’t know who you are but you don’t know me well enough to determine what’s on my mind.” Khalil’s gaze rose and locked with Apollo’s. “I don’t, sun god?” The heart that had stuck in Apollo’s throat plummeted into his stomach. How the hell did this guy know who he really was? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “What were you doing on that beach?” “Surfing. I like danger and I love surfing. What the fuck were you doing there?” “Finding a way to meet you. I figured the surf caused by your aunt’s labor would draw you out. So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to pass on the pretentious fake name you gave me and call you by the one you were given at birth. Apollo, son of Zeus."  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we're with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. We’re working with a picture prompt for inspiration. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The cool air inside the dark tavern was a sharp contrast to the heat of the summer night. Apollo glanced around the narrow room before he sat on his usual stool at the bar. It was a literal hole in the wall pancaked between two of the larger office buildings in the city. It was one of his favorite places to go after a long day at work. The wood planked walls and the antiques held up above the bar on a shelf gave the place an Old West feel. That was a great time to exist. Watching the settlers make their way across the United States as he rode his chariot across the sky was better than anything on television.
Now there was less to see since the human race spent more time in front of a computer and less time exploring. It was more difficult also in his new form of transportation. Had Apollo known how hard it would be to watch the world below from a tiny automobile window, he probably wouldn’t have traded the old horse and buggy for the high powered sports car he drove now. The bartender nudged the bourbon in front of him before he had the chance to request it. He took a sip then looked around the room again. An auburn haired beauty met his gaze. He felt his breath hitch as something stirred in his core. He felt every nerve blaze alive when she smiled at him. He was just about to stand so he could go talk to her when he felt someone brush him as they took a seat on the stool next to him. Apollo turned to apologize for the slight collision when he was met with the deep dark eyes of his mystery surfer from the beach.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “jar”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Apollo glanced around at the bookcases that surrounded them. The place was cavernous and the books seemed to go on forever. Knowing Aunt Hestia, they did. An oversized, antique jar of ambrosia sat on an old table behind the sofa. This might have been the first time he had been in this room in his existence. He’d only been in this house once or twice since Zeus evicted them from Olympus.
His thoughts drifted back to his mystery surfer. He could still taste the salt of the ocean and the man’s kiss on his mouth. Those dark eyes the color of melted chocolate continued to hypnotize him. How he survived those waves still baffled him. Then he disappeared into thin air. Fuck, the god would do just about anything to see him again. “Earth to Apollo. Come in Apollo.” Apollo looked up at Freddy to find the leprechaun grinning at him. Freddy continued. “You okay, bud?” Apollo blinked a couple of times to get his thoughts back together. “Yeah, of course I am.” “You sure?” Apollo sighed. “I couldn’t pass up the waves, man. I hate seeing Aunt Dee in that much pain but the effects on nature made for a wild ride. There was a guy there on the deserted beach. Before I could stop him, he ran for the surf. I went in after him. There is no way a mortal man could survive that. After awhile, I gave up and went back to shore. I hated myself for letting an innocent end up like that. But next thing I knew, the surfer was there beside me and he was kissing me.” Apollo instinctively skimmed his finger across his lips at the memory. “Then he was just gone without a trace. I’m wondering if I imagined the whole thing.” Freddy cocked his head at Apollo. Bryn leg out a sleepy sigh. “I think you hit on the word. Mortal.” Apollo frowned at him. “Mortal.” “Juliet. Mac. Me. We’re here and we aren’t mortal. What if your mystery surfer wasn’t mortal?” “What could he possibly be?” Freddy shrugged. “Elf? Mermaid? Who knows? Possibilities are as endless as your existence on this planet. So I’d keep looking if I were you.” He turned to the window. The sky outside had lightened a little. “And it looks like you’ll have the perfect opportunity soon.” Apollo chuckled as he crossed the room. He pressed a kiss to Bryn’s cheek. She giggled in her sleep as he did so. He clapped Freddy on the shoulder. “I guess I had better get to work. Give everyone my love.” “Of course. Be careful out there, sun god.” “Always.” Apollo hurried across the room to the great hall. He glanced one last time at the father and daughter before he raced out of the castle. |
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