The Painful Paradox
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  • Reads 465
  • Votes 23
  • Parts 23
  • Time 2h 18m
Ongoing, First published May 14
Mature
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"Why are you naked?" Seamus asked, throwing his arm around Kian's shoulders. 
"Why do you look like a queer cowboy Elvis?" Loki threw back at him, also putting his arm around Kian's shoulders. 
"I really can't be touched anymore right now." Kian said ducking out of their arms and laying down on the velvet couch, sprawling longways. 
Kian never assumed the afterlife would include so many dicks, but to his surprise it did. He also never even believed in the afterlife, gods or the mystical until he met the nonbinary Ceto. Ceto had never been sure that the gods hated them more than when they fell in love with Kian, or so they thought. But if Ceto had never loved Kian, would they have still met the greenest of green flags - Cavin? 
"I can't do this to him" Ceto thought, breathing deep and reprimanding their thoughts as Cavin's decadent and comforting scent surrounded their heart and soul. 
"I got you something!" Cavin said cheerfully. 
'God fucking dammit I'm going to fall in love with him.' Ceto thought again, annoyed at themselves though never at Cavin. 
Traversing death and multiple lives together, Ceto navigates love and pain while shirking "chosen one duties" but the gods have other plans and so does Cavin.
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