#that arm was supposed to be the fierce deity's but I kinda gave up on it

[nell0-0]

Putting the blorbo through the horrors, as one does. Poor man can't catch a break (bc I won't let him orz)

[saundraswriting]

Hercules Chapter Nine

SUMMARY: Things finally get moving. The BAU starts making moves to find this killer by going to the RR meetings. Spencer and The Team finally get some pieces they were missing.

WARNINGS: (I kinda hate this chapter ngl) No warnings.

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Garcia and Spencer looked up aviaries and stables and butcher shops in the city. The police helped build a team to stake out the private meeting area, where the unsub would see select members of the RR group it seemed and from there pick his victim. The smaller group could get together for a couple weeks but people were starting to notice they don't come back, Cameron was for one, Leo another. Cameron told his brother which is how they got this far to begin with.

All that was left was getting Reid and J.J, ready for the meeting tonight. The team also decided to plant a few people on the surrounding rooftops to try and land some surveillance equipment. The team and the police helped change the two agents appearance enough to not be recognizable, they also worked on the cover stories, making them separate and vague. The plan was to get in and get out and not bring attention to themselves.

Dr. Spencer Reid and Agent Jennifer Jareau were ready. The rest of the BAU and members of the Police that were helping out were ready. Spencer stood of to the side at a member of the tech department finished with J.J's wire.

""Pretty Boy, You'll be safe." Derek didn't ask. He demanded, his voice firm and steady, leaving no room for doubt.

"I know. You have my back. I am always safe with you around." Spencer admitted almost nonchalantly. He beamed at Derek unaware of the effect his words had. Derek felt his heart skip a beat, the trust and warm smile Reid gave him just about brought him to his knees.

"You got that right." Derek squeezed Reid's shoulder. "I'll be in your ear the whole time."

"Is that supposed to be reassuring?" Spencer teased, trying to ease his nerves.

"Yes. Don't even try to fool me. I know you, Spencer Reid. Don't tell me the idea of me having you back, being in your ear isn't easing those nerves? I know you are on edge lately with this case. I know and you know that you will be fine." Derek's attempt to soothe Spencer was successful.

Hotch and Gideon came over with a techie. Derek took the tools and shooed the techie away.

"Remember Reid, all we need is the description of the man holding the meetings. A name would be best. The point is not to be taken for further meetings. J.J is going to help you find possible future victims. We need some possible names before the end of the day. Be small, discreet, unnoticeable. We want you in and out." Hotch said. Hotch had bags under his eyes like deep purple bruises. He looked paler but his eyes were as alert and sharp as ever. He had a small smile lie he knew he was wasting his breath.

"You are under no circumstances to go any farther into this group. This is purely recon to figure out what is going on. Nothing we could learn is worth your of J.J's life. Do you understand?" Gideon looked similar to Hotch, like he knew his words were heard but instantly ignored.

Spencer nodded. "I understand. Now let's get me wired and get to the warehouse." Spencer's nerves were regaining traction. He was beginning to tremble and lost what little color he had left.

Hotch and Gideon looked at Morgan who looked fiercely determined and they took that as their cue to walk away. The two of them had said their piece, made their point as useless and ignored as it was-Spencer was a well trained troublemaker. Derek began unbuttoning Spencer's shirt trying not to ogle his pale chest. For a Brainiac with not enough gym time Spencer was well toned and defined. The dips of Spencer's abs made Derek drool. After a few minutes of non-subtle staring Spencer began to blush, a deep red creeping down his throat and across his chest. Derek gently ran his fingers down Spencer's chest lingering in the feel of skin on skin. Derek was stuck, imagining how else he could get spencer to tremble and blush underneath him. Spencer shivered at the sensation bringing Derek out of his brief fantasy.

"They are right, you, know. This isn't the final showdown. we have time. Don't be foolish. I won't be there to tackle you put of the way of any danger." Derek spoke while outfitting him with the wire. He could see his words didn't ease his nerves as much as before. "I know you will be fine. You know you will be fine. You are smart. You can only be successful if you have all the facts. I want you to be able to make the best decisions available to you." Derek buttoned the last button on his shirt. "Are you ready, pretty boy?

"Yeah, as ready as I will ever be, going into a possible UnSub's lair with little to no backup or weapons. Just another day. "I'll be careful. Use my brain and stay sharp." Spencer rattled off, forcing a smile that didn't turn out quite right. "I'll have you in my ear the whole time. I am only an observer."

Derek pulled Spencer into a tight hug, nuzzling his hair. "You bet your sweet ass I will be. You just say the word and I'll be there." Derek murmured into his ear. Spencer hugged him back, sighing at the sensation, remember how it felt to have Derek touching him.

"Aw. You think my ass is sweet?" Spencer giggled at Derek's dumbfounded face. Spencer didn't flirt well on a good day but after the way Derek had just touched him and the fact that they were soulmates paired with the effort Derek was putting in, made Spencer want to push a little.

"Pretty boy... you ass is sweeter than sin. Sometimes, I can't help but stare, thinking you have to know how I feel about it or you wouldn't wear the pants you do somedays." Derek muffled a groan into Spencer's hair. "One day soon, I'll show you how much I love your ass." Derek whispered filthily into his ear.

Spencer's face lit up instantly with a blush and he squirmed in Derek's embrace. "We should go, you're just gonna kill me with your teasing." Spencer said. Derek let him go with a laugh. Derek often teased Spencer but Spencer rarely if ever started their banter, it was a nice change of pace for their dynamic.

The BAU, police and stakeout team left the department and split up. The BAU went to an abandoned warehouse to monito their agents at a very small mini command center. A few police officers set up shop on the surrounding roofs to hold position and plant surveillance equipment for the future. The third team went to the second meeting location and prepared for a long stakeout waiting to see if any of the possible victims show up in the next few days. J.J and Spencer hesitated outside the warehouse, separately. J.J finally took a breath and pulled her cover over her like a second skin, a woman with a deep inner strength that came from pain. Reid loitered outside a few more minutes, gathering his wits and strength. His dithering was interrupted by his coughing, as his stood there looking frail and ill someone helped him into the building.

"Come. Sign in. I will pray to Apollo for you. " They said. Spencer nodded and thanked him and signed in, using his reading skill and memorization his picked some names that could be referenced later, he looked for names revolving around horses and stables and cattle and birds and swamps and metal, names for either of the next two labors, trying to get ahead.

The warehouse was well lit, there was pews divided into clearly divided sections laid out like a clock. Each section was decorated to indicate which god or goddess the pews were for. Spencer shuffled over to the pews painted yellow with sunflowers and lyres and bows with full quivers. There was fresh bundles of laurel and oranges on the sides of each pew. Apollo was the God of sun, art and healing.

Spencer picked a seat and settled in tiredly, he barely needed to exaggerate his sickliness to promote distance thankfully. He used the distance to speak into the wire describing all he saw. There was a dais raised slightly higher than the pews, all around the inner circle of pews. The inside of the dais had a large fireplace as well.

At 7 pm on the dot, the lights dimmed and the fire was lit dramatically. A man stepped onto the platform. The meeting of the Religious Revolution had began.

Spencer sat perfectly still, waiting as the man droned on, he was reciting a Greek myth but not the Myth of Hercules. So Spencer paid bare minimum attention. The man was far more important. Spencer sat studying his mannerisms and characteristics. He was tall medium build blonde hair. He was warm and welcoming and unimposing almost gentle as he recited the myth. 'A small to medium sized group he can charm but lacks the confidence to manage large groups. He is smart. He could be the one behind this.' Spencer thought. He committed the leader's face to memory. Spencer was unsure if that was the only man to be in charge of sermons so he made the plan to speak to him after the meeting, not wanting to tell the others and have them yelling in his ear. Spencer looked around and didn't see anyone with awe or reverence in their expression further confirming the man speaking was the man behind this. Another hour passed and the sermon came to an end. A few gathered around the man, the lights were turned back on, some people used the dying fire to throw in offerings while they prayed.

Spencer saw J.J. head towards the door, pausing at the sign in book. While he waited to step over to the speaker he whispered into his mike about staying a few minutes. The few people that had stopped to visit the speaker left leaving an opening for Spencer.

"Hello! Welcome to Religious Revolution. A place open to the idea that the Universe is managed by multiple deities. We share and revel in other's ideas and beliefs." The leader welcomed Spencer. "My name is Evan Lafferty. This is all my doing, the layout and idea but the comfort others receive here is all on their doing with those they believe in." He swung his arm out wide to encompass all the building.

It may be on them, but you orchestrated it. You have done a wonderful job." Spencer agreed. He could hear in his ear piece the team objecting.

Spencer was aware that their were pieces that fit the profile, Evan was good with small crowds but one on one and he floundered slightly, lost some of the charm. Spencer hypothesized it was social anxiety. One person full focus was too much, but several people's partial focus was okay.

"Thank you. Now why are you here Mr...?" Evan trailed off questioningly.

"Konkle. Mr. Konkle. I am here to appeal to Apollo. I have been too sick for too long. Modern medicine and my family's prayer tree aren't enough. Spencer told Evan. "My wife and I had a big fight recently and I have been sick since. I was thinking of appealing to Hera for marriage assistance as well but historically she is hard to please." Spencer took a breath. "Take Hercules, he was made to do all those labors and one extra because he tried to benefit off them." Spencer knew it was a risk but he needed to see what Evan's opinion was, see what the next step was. The UnSub was killing to fit a delusion, a long deep one.

"Hera was in the right. First her husband had an affair and the child is named in her 'honor' but the act is a slap in the face. Then to benefit off his punishment of going mad and killing his family. There is no conceivable way the cleaning of the Augean Stables would be a pittance in her eyes. And he cheated on the labor to begin with." Evan ranted. Spencer felt his nerves finally settle, he had done it. He solved the case. Found the UnSub. All he had to do was end the conversation and leave. He finally got the Team ahead of him.

"I agree. To cheat on your punishment for being responsible for your family's death is very unbecoming." Spencer mollified. "Evan, I believe we will get along just fine." Spencer smiled at the man before coughing long and hard into a tissue. Evan led Spencer to a pew and sat him down to wait out the fit. After a few moments the fit stopped, his head pounded and his stomach cramped as if he was about to vomit. He caught his breath again-it rattled in his chest and was quick to go and quick to leave. "I'm okay. Ii just need a minute." Spencer was speaking to both Derek who he knew was quietly panicking and Evan. "I am sorry. Where are my manners?" Spencer admonished himself. "I know your name but you don't know mine. Let me properly introduce myself. I am Mr. Arnett Konkle." Spencer held out his elbow, Evan looked at it confused. "My hands are dirty." Evan gave a nod in understanding and bumped his elbow against Spencer's.

"I have to say I agree with you, Arnett. We will get along sickeningly well." Spencer hid the thrill of satisfaction. Evan didn't count the Augean Stable labor as legit, meaning the Stymphalian Birds with bronze beaks and toxic dung were next. With one comment, Spencer knew that Evan was looking for his next victim and who better than a sickly estranged man with a name meaning Eagle in Greek?

"Let me give you my number? We can meet up again outside of congregation. I can give you my undivided attention." Evan said. He handed Reid a slip of paper with his number on it and bid him goodnight. "And don't forget to sign in." He reminded before moving towards some waiting folks.

Spencer hobbled to the door, he could feel his pneumonia, lack of sleep, and lack of food catching up to him. He didn't let himself falter, moving to the book of names to peruse it for names again. Once done, Spencer exited the warehouse and saw a car was waiting for him, The driver nodded and Spencer got it.

They got the precinct quickly and as soon as the car stopped Derek was at the door pulling Spencer into his arms. Derek's eyes were hard and angry and lips pressed thinly together. His hands were gentle were they touched Spencer, he was a giving as a brick wall. They didn't speak, Derek needed the physical reminder that Spencer was safe. Spencer could feel the anger radiating off his soulmate. Once they got to the others, Derek let go of Spencer, waling over to the others. Spencer tried not to show how much his distance and anger affected him.

"I know I went off script and off plan but! I had good reason. Now, let me get stripped of my enhancements and I will explain." A Techie popped up and had him back to normal in a flash. Spencer relaxed at the removal of makeup and contacts and the wig. They also took the wire and comms to return them too. "So, I sat and observed but it didn't lead to much so I had to push a little farther. So I decided to speak to him-"Spencer was cut off by the others talking over him. "Yes, I know. But I had to know. His delusion doesn't allow for the Augean Stables to be consider an action of repentance. So he won't make that killing public. The next one we will see is the Stymphalian Birds. The only was to catch him is to be on his radar. So I go names that may be important but I also made me one of those names. If I am chosen, we have a direct connection to the action of killing. I have the ability to save myself or be saved. If not me the next person he chooses will be a victim." Spencer explained. He was speaking to everyone but kept looking at Derek, who still had anger in his eyes but his body softened.

"Reid, that doesn't matter. You put yourself in danger. You made contact when we said not to." Hotch tried to lecture, but knew Spencer was right.

"I know but I have his name and number. We can see if it pings near any of the sites. We can do this. I got it all figured out. We have options." Spencer tried to reason.

"Spencer, you are not wrong. but we wish you'd clue us in on it. You did the right thing. Hopefully yes you turn his attention on you and buy us some time. But you still took a huge risk that could have ended badly." Derek gently scolded. Spencer looked up at him with watery eyes and a trembling lip. "Oh, pretty boy, I'm not mad. come on, it's fine."

In front of the slightly confused team Derek stepped into Spencer's space-a privilege he didn't take lightly. "Pretty baby, everything is fine. I know, you're tired and sick and hungry. We'll get you all sorted and then we'll talk okay. Hush now, I'll take care of you." Derek said. The team knew the two were close but they were getting closer. J.J looked on with pride and happiness shining in her eyes, She could see Spencer finally letting Derek in. Slowly but surely.

"D'r'k, pl'se." Spencer slurred, sloughing into Derek's side.

"Anything for you, my pretty baby." Derek willingly took all his weight and made eye contact with J.J.

"Hotch, let's call it a night. We can regroup tomorrow." J.J. grabbed her and the two guys' bags before hopping into a car the Seattle PD let them borrow. Once at the car, Derek climbed into the back dragging Spencer with him. J.J. drove.

"Baby, we're heading to the hotel for the night. I'll take care of you." Derek whispered in his ear, cuddling him intensively in the backseat.

"You're good for him. I am glad you are his soulmate." J.J said. "I know you are chomping at the bit to claim him but you are doing well. He is opening up to the idea of you and being with you."

"I hope he realizes that I will always be here. He will never be alone again." Derek told her.

"Trust me. Spencer loved you long before he knew you were his soulmate. But that is something you should talk to him about."

"Yeah but I didn't say anything until I knew. To him that will make my feelings seem invalid. Even though they have been there for years." Derek sighed.

"That is a conversation you will have to have with him. He has know for 9 plus months you were soulmates. That doesn't mean he hasn't been paying attention. He wouldn't say anything if there wasn't anything to say." J.J said.

The trio got to the hotel, Derek pulling Spencer out with him and J.J grabbed their bags. The car was parked by a employee who saw the struggle. They got to Derek and Spencer's room, J.J dropping off the bags.

"Thank you for everything." Derek winked.

"Take care of him." J.J ordered. There was the promise of bodily harm if he failed, Derek knew it was coming. He nodded solemnly.

"Yes ma'am. Now go call Will and Henry. Tell them we said hi." Derek politely kicked her out. J.J laughed at the clear dismissal and left."

Derek laid Spencer on the bed and cleaned up the room a bit, letting Spencer doze. After he was done Derek hopped into the shower and cleaned up letting the water ease the tension remaining from hearing Spencer make contact with the UnSub. Derek had been so angry and worried not being able to help. Derek stepped out of the shower waking Spencer up.

"Pretty boy, come on. Spencer wake up. I am going to order some dinner. Go get cleaned up." Derek shook Spencer awake. Spencer woke up slowly, fighting it.

"Okay. Thanks Derek. Then I think we should talk." Spencer said. He hopped in the shower and was done quickly. By the time he was done, the food had arrived and Derek leaned against the headboard of one bed, patting the bed in invitation.

Spencer smiled and climbed in, sitting cross-legged very close to Derek's warmth. He began eating, not paying attention to the fact he was scarfing food down at an almost disgusting rate.

"Slow down, kid. We got time." Derek laughed eating a much slower pace. Spencer blushed and slowed down.

The finished eating and sat quite absorbing each other's warmth and presence.

"What did you want to talk about Spencer?" Derek finally asked. Spencer played with his fingers building up the courage to answer.

"Us. I wanted to talk about us." Spencer looked up and locked eyes with Derek. His soulmate, Derek Morgan. The man he had been in love with for years.

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So that is terrible chapter nine. I am hoping to finish this up soon but we will see. 

[intelligentdumbass]

The Golden Son

(Here have this thing from ao3 that I kinda planned to make it have multiple chapters but also still being pretty indecisive about actually making it happen. This was like, a couple of months ago.)

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“Apollo”

Something had awoken then, and darkness was all its eyes could see. Yet, despite this he wasn’t frightened. It was as if that somehow, inside this warm enclosed space, he knew he was safe. Then, there came another name, from the same soothing voice that had awoken him in the first place.    

“Artemis”

He was suddenly made aware of the pair of feet in front of his face, and so he eagerly kicked back.

“Oh-” “Oh my fates! You two are but a mere babe and yet, I can already feel your prowess…”

Fortunately, the voice let out a laugh, which was enough to distract these two entities and prevent them from trying to wrestle each other.

“You are certainly going to grow up to be someone very special, my precious twins” ...

Now sing, O goddess, of Leto’s brilliant son, a favorite of the King of gods. Sing of him, the far-shooter who punishes the wicked and overbearing, and the foreseeing god who affords help and wards off evil. He, the leader of the muses and the patron of the arts, who protects herds of cattle, and delights in the foundation of towns. Recite, O Muse, his story from the beginning until the present hour, the tale of Phoebus Apollo, the lord of the rising sun.

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Another day, another visitor. It was him again, as it always was in these recent years, but not often enough that everyone else would question his motives for doing so. In their eyes, all he was doing was trying to secure the peaceful relations with all of the other Titans, which was technically true to some degree.

“What am I, but another Titan in a world filled with hundreds?” She remembers asking him once.

“I disagree, you’re different” He smiled.

He was lying through his teeth, but it would be impossible not to feel a little flattered. After all, in all his other pursuits, he would’ve usually given up by now, but he didn't. I suppose he must’ve found something that had really caught his interest, or perhaps he was just that enamored with her face? At this point, who knows?

She did end up giving in eventually, but not without making him work for it. It happened less in a time of weakness and more of just for the hell of it. What can I say? If you focused on the sheer surface level of it all, he was quite appealing. He was far from just some vague and unknown entity. I mean, what harm would one quick night with him do?

She had thought that if she were to end up bearing a child, they’d only grow up to be a decently strong minor deity at most. She knew he was powerful; she’s seen it first hand, but she wasn’t expecting it to result into this. Then again, I suppose she’s not exactly weak either. Perhaps she had underestimated herself.

It happened, if this boy’s counting was right, in the dead of night. About seven months after the day he first heard his name, he heard a voice, but this time it was…different somehow, very different. The greeting spoken by this creature was already a little alarming in itself but its voice, I’m not sure how to describe it, if I even can describe it. The stutters, the sneers and its hiss… Every syllable it spoke made Apollo’s skin crawl. It was as if this thing was inside the womb too, discordantly whispering the words into his ear.

He felt his mom, Leto, stiffen and so did the usually pushy Artemis. It was followed by a yell, and then all of a sudden, they were moving. The mother was now running for her life, desperately heaving, heart fiercely and rapidly beating. She had just entered labor. Unfortunately, every time she managed to temporarily outrun whatever was chasing her, the land she sat on would shake and tremble.

“I’m so sorry my Lady.” One of the lesser earth deities who had denied her rest said, bowing their head a little, almost sounding like they were ashamed of themselves. “But you are banned from giving birth on terra firma. All solid ground with roots in the earth is forbidden to accept you. The queen decrees it.”

No matter what she said, they would not budge. The most she’d get was a stuttering apology.

Now obviously the twins were absolutely livid. Their mother was in so much pain and they couldn’t do anything about it. This was an insult to her name, to all of their names and they fucking despised it. Though, Apollo also couldn’t help but be more than a little…fascinated by all of this.

Leto’s little game of tag went on for weeks on end, but not once did she ever give up, determined to give birth to her children. She continued to run, shapeshifting multiple times in order to hide and/or stay ahead of her pursuer.

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I ‘m standing on an island floating along the seas of the Mediterranean. Golden flowers spring out of the ground at every step I take, as seven swans fly in one big circle above my head.  

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Despite not being able to see her son’s thoughts, she suddenly felt herself being drawn to a certain island. At last, when the monster seemed to have lost her trail, she made a desperate run for it. When she arrived, at first she was confused. However, as the land she stood on slowly rocked back and forth like a ship, she quickly understood.

“Le…to?”

Apollo felt like he had already heard that voice before, but he wasn’t quite sure on who exactly it was. For some reason his mother didn’t really acknowledge it, perhaps thinking it was a hallucination. Besides, there were some more pressing matters that had to be dealt with.

“Hear me, Delos, the drifting isle.” She began. “Please I beg of you, allow me to rest and give birth on your shore. You aren’t like the others; Hera’s rule doesn’t apply to you. Think about it, if you do this you will have not just one, but two gods that will always be in your favor. Your name will be praised and remembered in history as the sacred birthplace of my twins, Lord Apollo and Lady Artemis.”

The island nymphs and the rest of its inhabitants consented.

Arty came out quickly. Her brother? Not so much.

“Artemis…Artemis oh Artemis! I-I can’t…He won’t come out.”

“Mother, you can do this. You have to do this! I believe in you.”

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Apollo opened his eyes, and was greeted with a most beautiful sight; a glorious little orb in a sea of blue draping the world in its light. Beneath it was the face of a blonde young girl.

He tried to touch her, but his arms were too short. The fact that he was wrapped in some sort of blanket cocoon didn’t really help either. Upon seeing his failed attempt to poke her, Artemis broke into one of the cutest and most genuine smiles he will ever see. He doesn't know how he knew she was his twin sister, he just knew.

“It’s alright Pollo.” She said “The creature that was making all of those hissing noises is gone now. Mother’s okay. She’s alive and well, albeit extremely exhausted. The others are helping her clean up.”

He tilted his head to the side and sure enough, out of the corner of his eyes he saw a couple of goddesses assisting a very tired Leto. Despite the immense amount of ichor on the lower half of her body, she seems happy, I think. It was a little blurry since his mind was still reeling from what was his first vision. He needed to focus though. After all, what happens now? Once they were done cleaning up, Artemis carefully placed him into his mother’s arms.

“Apollo…” he heard her lovingly murmur.

Then there was a different voice, ancient and calm.

“Here, drink this.”

It came from a Titan who introduced herself as Lady Themis. In her hand she held a cup and gently pressed its brim onto the baby’s lips, and it was filled with this strange amber liquid. Apollo was a little reluctant at first, but since neither Leto or Artemis was doing anything to stop it, he eventually drank.

The second he took a sip; all of his senses were enhanced a hundredfold. He laughed as he felt an unending rush of energy flow within his veins. It was like hearing his name except a thousand more times exhilarating. Apollo grabbed the cup and finished that sweet delectable drink down to the very last drop. Before he knew it, this infant had now grown into a toddler fully capable of standing on his own two legs.

Themis took back the goblet, which was followed by Leto pulling both of the twins into one big hug. When she eventually let go, Apollo couldn’t help but get distracted by a mountain so tall it pierced through the clouds; an enormous and glorious white palace sitting on its peak. His mom noticed him staring and gave a hesitant smile.

“That’s Mt. Olympus. Beautiful, isn’t it?”

That wasn’t all. Somehow, he also managed to see a tall bearded man standing on one of its balconies, a crown of lightning on top of his head. His sky-blue eyes were staring right at him, and despite the smile adorning the man’s face, he couldn’t help but feel mildly intimidated. The man then mouthed something to him, and it was then that he knew what he had to do. Apollo needed to impress them. The twins needed to impress them. It was the best way to guarantee their mother’s safety and make sure that they lived the best lives that they could’ve possibly lived. He looked at Artemis who was still annoyingly taller than him.

“Being a minor deity isn’t enough.” He murmured. “We need to become one of them. We need to have a throne on Olympus”

Artemis raised an eyebrow.

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

He simply shrugs.

“Only one way to find out”

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Venom/Eddie prompt: Eddie and reader are married and have a kid ( you can decide their age). The said kid doen't know that his/her father is bounded to an alien symbiote. What happens when their offspring is in danger?

You sent this in twice, btw: (2nd Prompt: Venom/Eddie and reader are married and have kids ( you can decide wheather the kids are small or teenagers) but they don’t know that their father is bonded with a alien. What happens when Eddie’s kids are in danger while Venom has control over his body?)

Sorry if I didn’t fill this in fast enough, kinda bogged down in prompts!

Oh, cookies to whomever knows where I got ‘Jamie’s’ name from!

It had stared off as a normal day. You’d gotten your daughter, Jamie, up for school, managed to pry your husband out of bed - that had been harder, he’d gotten a little handsy - fed them, and sent them on their way.

Honestly, if someone had told you twelve years ago that you’d be happily married to someone bonded to an alien symbiote, you’d have laughed in their face. You’d certain never thought that you’d have a twelve year old daughter in the mix too.

But life had a way of turning out for the best.

It was your daughter’s birthday, and as soon as Eddie had guided Jamie out of the apartment to walk her to her bus stop, you’d quickly run back into the bedroom and pulled out the large bag of party supplies and presents you’d snuck into the apartment the week before.

You wrapped the new MP3 player, several books, three gift cards to her favorite online stores, and Eddie’s gift to her - an exorbitant gift in the way of a new smartphone. He was always spoiling her.

Granted, he spoiled you too, so you didn’t argue.

It was while you were up on a chair, hanging paper streamers from the ceiling that the talk show on TV was replaced by an urgent newscast. You gave it scant attention until a brief glance showed a far too familiar bus teetering on the edge of the Bay Bridge.

Holy fuck. It was the bus that Jamie was supposed to be on!

Panic gripped your heart, and you jumped to the floor, running for your phone. Listened to it ring, constantly, while your gaze was locked on the TV.

Please, God. Please…

“Mommy?!”

The fear in your daughter’s voice made something cold knot in your stomach. “Sweetheart! Sweetie, please tell me you missed your bus!”

“No! The bus is going to fall! Mom, I don’t know what to do! The bus driver’s hurt, he’s bleeding, he’s not moving! What do I do?!”

You clenched your eyes shut. Neither you or Eddie had ever told your daughter about Venom. Not yet. Though, you wondered if, on some level, she knew. When she’d been young, a baby, really, it had only been Venom’s rumbling ‘purrs’ that had been able to get her to sleep when she’d been fussy. The symbiote had viewed her as a miracle - it didn’t procreate the way humans did, and found the entire pregnancy endlessly fascinating.

You and Eddie had convinced Venom to keep hidden once Jamie had started to talk. Children didn’t really have much of a filter - you’d both been afraid that she’d tell someone about Venom, about Eddie’s ‘alter ego’. The police were always on the lookout for him, after all. And a toddler drawing pictures of the ‘Demon of San Francisco’ and babbling about how he rocked her to sleep at night would raise endless questions.

Didn’t mean that Venom still didn’t sneak into her bedroom to check on her every night.

Now, you were faced with a decision. Your daughter’s life, or your husband’s secret.

“Sweetie, call your, Dad. Right now! Do you hear me! Call, Dad!”

Jamie’s voice was equal parts confused and scared. “What can Dad do?”

“Just do it! Trust me, baby, he’ll be able to help. Call him!”

“O-Okay… I love you, Mom.”

Your fingers clenched on your phone. “I love you, too, Jamie. Call your, Dad.”

The dial tone felt like a stake through the heart.

You could only watch the TV in quiet horror, the shaky helicopter footage showing how the bus was teetering on the edge, only the concrete barrier that was caught in it’s rear axle keeping it from plummeting into the water far below.

Anxiety and fear had you phoning Eddie, nearly crying when it went to voicemail. You didn’t leave a message, merely ended the call, clasping your hands together to stop them from shaking as you glued your eyes to the TV. Eddie, Venom, I love you both, please save our baby girl.

Whether it was fate or God or some otherworldly interference, you almost cheered when a familiar black and white form appeared on camera. Instantly, the newscasters started babbling about Venom’s appearance, fearing for the children.

The urge to strangle the anchor of the news station made your hands curl into claws.

Holding your breath, you watched as Venom sent out numerous webs, anchoring the bus’s front end to keep it from sliding further before swinging under it. You knew Venom was strong, almost cheered as you watched the city bus start to lift, the helicopter lowering a little to catch sight of him as he clung to the edge of the bridge with one hand and rose the bus above his head with the other.

It was only when he’d shoved the bus back onto the bridge that you exhaled, thanking any listening deity for your husband(s).

The newscasters were flummoxed as Venom climbed up onto the bridge, giving the bus a final push that moved it onto the road, well away from the broken edge. He paid the helicopter and police little mind as he ripped the side of the bus open, wincing a little the chorus of screams from the people inside.

All of them recoiled to the far side, as far from Venom as they could. All, but for one girl, who merely stood there, blinking in shock and recognition. You saw her mouth move, couldn’t tell what she said, but it made Venom smile and reach out to hold a large, taloned, hand out to her.

Police and newscasters yelled in horror when she slid her hand into his, and you watched as he gently tugged her into an one-armed hug, black tendrils lashing around her waist to anchor her to him before he leapt off the edge of the bridge.

The helicopter gave chase as Venom web-slinged his way along the underside of the bridge and into the City proper, and you clicked the TV off, rising from the couch and going to unlock the window.

You knew Venom would easily lose the helicopter and the police. Knew that he’d head right home, your baby girl safe in his arms.

The next ten minutes went by in a slow crawl as you paced the living-room, all thoughts of decorating the apartment gone. All you wanted was to hug your daughter and reassure yourself that she was alive.

A familiar thump against the side of the building made you run to the window, tears gathering in your eyes again as Venom gently guided Jamie through.

She fairly threw herself at you, and you wrapped her up in a fierce hug, sobbing helplessly as she dried her own tears against your shirt. Felt Venom’s arms curl around you both, pulling you to his chest, and you rose your head from Jamie’s hair to press a kiss to his fangs. “Thank you.”

“SHH, MORSEL" He ducked his head to nuzzle at Jamie’s hair. “WE’D NEVER LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO OUR LITTLE NIBBLE.”

The girl in your arms hiccuped a little, then rose her head to stare at Venom. “I remember you… Are you really my Dad?”

Venom tilted his head at her. “IN A SENSE. HE’LL EXPLAIN.” Turing to you, he rose a hand to your face, thumb brushing across your cheek. “LOVE YOU.”

“Love you,” you murmured, smiling a little. Watched, hearing Jamie’s soft gasp of shock, as the symbiote peeled away from Eddie, baring his face, before the blackness reformed around him in the guise of boots, jeans and a button down shirt. “I love you, too.”

He smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead, then did the same to a wide-eyed Jamie. “No doubt you have questions.”

She nodded, quietly, still holding onto you, and you slid a hand down her back reassuringly. “It’s alright, sweetheart. We knew you’d find out sooner or later.”

Her face scrunched up in a frown. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because we’re… well, you know Venom’s rap in this City. We wanted to keep you safe.” Eddie’s lips quirked in a smile. “When you were little, you used to draw pictures of Venom. Your first word was ‘Vee’ - He loved that by the way. But we couldn’t take the chance that you’d accidentally tell someone about him. There are people who would use you and your Mom against us, to hurt you and we… We can’t let that happen.”

You sighed and hugged her. “We were waiting for the right time to tell you. We just kept putting it off. And… with all the bad press, Venom was even worried that you’d be afraid of him.”

Jamie visibly gave that some thought. “I remember him, a little bit. He used to… sing?”

“It’s more of a purr,” you smiled, chuckling when the symbiote extended a tendril from Eddie’s ‘shirt’ to touch your cheek. “When you were a baby, and you couldn’t sleep, the best way to calm you down was for him to purr to you and rock you to sleep in his arms.”

“So… He’s… You’re him, too, Dad? How does that work?”

“Ah. Venom is a symbiote. An alien.” Eddie chuckled at the shocked look Jamie gave him. “It’s a long story, but the gist of it is that symbiotes need a host to survive, and it bonded with me. Took a bit of getting used to, but we worked out a compromise. Venom would never hurt you, though, sweetie. He loves you just as much as your Mom and I do.”

You squeezed her to you in another hug, then rose a hand to smooth down her messy hair, idly tucking some loose strands behind her left ear. Jamie glanced at you, then at Eddie. “What about what the news says?”

He winced a little, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Venom takes the ‘lethal’ part of ‘protector’ a little too seriously. But, we only hurt the bad guys!”

“And Billy Marsh?”

You narrowed your eyes a little and turned to Eddie, who now looked embarrassed. “Yes, pray tell, what about Billy Marsh?” The boy had been a horrible bully to your daughter from grade four through grade six. Then he’d just stopped and started avoiding Jamie like the plague, nearly panicking every time she’d even gone near him.

“Um….”

Apparently free to show itself now, the symbiote rose to cover Eddie again, who merely rolled his eyes and let the transformation take place.

“NO ONE HURTS OUR OFFSPRING,” Venom growled, blinking when you turned a glare onto him. He shifted from foot to foot, glancing away, then huffed. “WE DIDN’T HURT HIM, MORSEL. MERELY… SCARED HIM A LITTLE.”

Jamie snickered a little at the scowl you gave him, and his nervous fidgeting. “Thank you, Venom.”

“Jamie!”

“What? Billy’s a prick, Mom.“

“LANGUAGE, NIBBLE,” Venom rumbled, snickering at the unimpressed look she gave him.

You sighed, then decided that since it was done, there was no point arguing over it. If Venom said he hadn’t hurt the boy, then you believed him - Billy was still alive after all. The symbiote was capable of exercising restraint. It was rare, but it happened.

“Still. It... explains some things.”

Venom exchanged a curious look with you. “What things, sweetie?”

Your daughter gave you a little squeeze before pulling away, and you watched in awe and a little horror as she jumped up, twisted in mid air, and landed on the ceiling, sticking to it with feet and hands.

Venom’s jaw dropped.

You sighed and rose a hand to your now aching temple. “Fucksakes.”

“H-How--?” Venom, apparently, had lost the ability to speak and function, because the symbiote was partially pulled away from Eddie, letting the shocked man’s voice come through.

Jamie shrugged, then hopped down to the floor. “About a year ago. I slipped in the shower and my hand stuck to the wall when I tried to catch myself.”

“A year?!” You tried, very hard, to keep your voice level and not freaked out. “Why-- Why didn’t you tell us?!”

She shrugged, glancing away, wringing her lands a little. “Thomas’ parents sent him away when they found out he was a mutant.”

You blinked, then rushed over to hug her again, hearing Venom’s angry rumble as you spoke, feeling her tighten her arms around your waist as she hid her face against your shoulder. “We would never! Never! They’d have to pry you from my cold, dead, hands!”

“AS IF WE WOULD LET THAT HAPPEN,” Venom snarled, reforming around Eddie, his arms wrapping around both of you to pull you into a massive hug. Rumbling, he ducked his head to nuzzle at the top of Jamie’s head. “YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD US NIBBLE.”

Jamie had a mildly-irritated look on her face when he looked up at both of you. “Like you guys should have told me that Venom is also my Dad?”

Pale eyes glanced at you, and you sighed. “Touche. Yes, we should have told you. A long time ago. And... honestly, Venom knew you were different the day you were born. You, ah... inherited some of his abilities.”

Jamie’s immediate question made you sigh again, knowing that Venom’s ability to be stern with your daughter was nil. Pretty much, you now had two teenagers in the house.

“Sooo…” Jamie rose her gaze to a curious Venom and grinned. “Does that mean you’ll being me web slinging again?”