Francis's marred pupil darted up, staring at Alfred's figure. Cold set eyes and thinned lips, it was impossible to tell what was going through the Love God's brain.
Alfred hoped it wasn't anything too bad.
Francis' eyes ran up and down Alfred's body, staring a little at the streaks Matthew's essence had left.
"Alfred, I am a forgiving God. I will forgive your transgressions and sins zis one time. All I ask in return is zat you show how sorry and devoted you are with your body. I am ze God of Love, do you know how bad it looks when zere is one god I have not made love to?"
A knot formed in Alfred's throat.
Again?! He had to do this again! Seriously, why were gods so horny?
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Alfred pulled away, feeling a stream of the Love God's "love" drip down his exposed his thighs.
Alfred looked at the imposing man just behind Francis......It was Arthur, the God of the Sea.
Arthur's jade green eyes opened in shock. The person that had bothered and annoyed him throughout all his existence, was sitting in front of a minor god looking like an animal. The god that was supposed to be elegant, beautiful, haunting, and painful all at the same time, was leaning over a poor helpless god, mumbling like one of those madmen in those madhouses.
Alfred was witness to the whole exchange. He saw Arthur stare in shock at his old enemy He could use this to get back to his homey cottage.
"G-g-g-god of the Seas....." Alfred made sure to add a slight tremor into his voice.
Arthur's head whipped toward Alfred.
Alfred also made sure to not finish his sentence, it would make him seem more scared. And to top off his performance he had a few crocodile tears slip down his cheek.
Arthur stiffened, a storm was brewing on his face. "FRANCIS! ARE YOU BLOODY MAD! YOU ATTACKED A MINOR GOD! DO YOU KNOW HOW PEOPLE WILL LOOK AT US AFTER THIS GETS OUT?! WE WILL BE THE SHAME OF OUR COUNCIL!"
Arthur was red in the face and out of breath after his tirade.
He made a slicing motion with his hand, sending out some powerful sleeping magic. Francis, due to his eye, wasn't able to dodge quickly enough and got the full frontal attack. That type of magic, especially from Arthur the patron of dark crafts, would be enough to put the great Romulus asleep for a day. So it was no surprise when Francis immediately collapsed, exposed and all.
Alfred stared blankly at the sleeping god at his side.
Arthur was a true gentleman to the core. Hopefully he was gentlemanly enough to get him back home.
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Love Through the Ages
FanfictionAlfred had always been a late bloomer. Through puberty to love, he was always last. None of it clicked. Love was disgusting and icky, why would anyone like it? All it did was cause heartbreak and sorrow. Maybe with some help he could learn the ins a...
