#cledones - lee

[phoenix--flying]

did anyone say god au that started because I went "lol luke being a ship captain who's crew gets slaughtered by god!lee after they kill and eat apollos cattle" after listening to mutiny/thunderbringer

and now it has percybaster beef, lee adopting a mortal, said mortal effectively becoming his dead(faded) lover and chris wanting to see his GODDAMN wife and also vague waving at di angelo siblings

see this post for random writing bits of this au✨️

[phoenix--flying]

TA Week day 3; Monster @titan-army-week

snippets from a silly little au bc i couldnt be bothered to make it all a lil fic <3333

a lil preface; Lee and Alabaster are both minor gods, Cledones and Atalus are their godly names and epithets of their parents :D Alabaster is a disgraced god who is no longer welcome <33

Luke is a mortal, as are most of his crew, Ethan is a descendant of a god and Alabasters sole worshipper now 🤗

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The god hummed, hardly batting an eye at the corpse laying at his feet as he surveyed the rest of the crew. His lips quirked into an amused smile. "By the gods, it is a surprise to run into you here old friend."

"Shut it sun ray." Alabaster snapped.

He clicked his tongue. "Come now, don't be so crass. It has been far too long, no?"

"It'll be longer if I have anything to say about it."

Cledones eyes flashed, and the kind act he'd held up so far fell. "Is that a challenge I hear? Quite a surprise."

A smug grin played his lips. "Besides, you and I both know challenging me would be, ah, unwise, Atalus." His gold eyes flashed green briefly, and the air grew tense as Alabaster inhaled sharply. "I could paint this deck with your blood in a second, do not test me."

He tilted his head, chuckling softly. "Or perhaps your little pet here. He seems quite obedient. Your only worshipper, hm Atalus?"

"Don't you dare touch Ethan-"

"Well perhaps you should back down then. You should know by now all these outbursts of yours only end badly, must I remind you of Laoites?"

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Luke straightened, meeting the pure gold eyes of the god in front of him. "I want you to transport us home."

Lee quirked an eyebrow. "Us?" He clicked his tongue, getting up from where he'd been lounging, the sun bent around him, shining in a way that made his hair look like pure gold. "Darling, there is no us, was I not clear? I meant you. Just you."

His eye twitched. Of course.

His hand cupped Luke's jaw tilting his head up so he could see a look that mimicked worry. "I know you're in a hurry to return to your mother, won't you let me help you pet?"

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Lee hadn't shown himself for weeks, which had Luke wondering if the god had been the one to blame for his sudden sickness, but, he appeared in his cabin when he started feeling better.

Something was very wrong. Luke didn't need to know much about the god to know that, Lee seemed...scared. Staring at Luke as he stepped into the door as if he'd vanish.

It was...off. Cledones was usually calm, occasionally aggressive, but he was relaxed, walking among the crew as if he wasn't responsible for several of their deaths, as if he wasn't a child of the sun itself. But now, now he seemed downright frantic.

"Is everything okay?" He asked carefully, not wanting to do anything to earn Cledones ire. But his words seemed to spur the god into action, as of confirming that Luke was, in fact, here and not some fake.

Lee rushed forward, hands ghosting along Luke's jaw, obviously wanting to hold him but hesitant, as if the man would fade into nothingness the second he did.

But it couldn't have been. Right? His name was Luke, not Promachus.

After a few moments of silence, he placed his hands on Luke's face, letting out a shuttering breath. "Promachus." He whispered softly, as if the act of saying it was painful.

Logically, Luke knew that wasn't his name, as well as he knew that Lee wasn't Cledones' name. But when Lee said it, he felt a twinge of recognition, part of him telling him that, yes, this was his name.

He'd heard that name before, the son of champions, who'd faded not long before Luke himself was born. The other god was usually intwined with Cloedones. Their relationship was never clear in the stories, but the pain and sorrow, the longing, in Lee's voice as he said the name told Luke everything he needed to know.

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Beside him, the girl let out a choked noise, before crumbling to the ground, an arrow sticking out of her throat. Another fell before Lee sighed heavily. "Must you put on such a show?"

"You're taking too long." Lukes head snapped up to see a boy, younger then him - or he appeared younger - standing near the wheel of the ship, holding an arrow as he fidgeted with the fletching.

"Perhaps, but you know I am not one for bloodshed, Hecatus."

"Bloodshed or not, this plague of yours takes a long time to take effect."

"To kill, brother, not to take effect. That was the idea, of course. They have killed and eaten fathers cattle, should I give them mercy? Of course not."

Brother. Luke glanced between the two of them, Hecatus, Shooter from Afar. Which...made a lot of sense considering the boy he currently had slung on his shoulder and had shot two of his crew members.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. Luke could imagine him rolling his eyes if they weren't pure gold like Cledones were. "So patient."

"Of course I am. I must deal with you somehow, no?"