Ares' Story
by
- Get Over It (The Gods Made Me Do It #1)
- You've Got To Be Kidding Me
- Don't Fight It
- Riding The Storm
- I can see you
- Someone to hold me
- You'll Know in Your Heart
- Worth It
- When Three Points Collide
- Special Enough: Odin's Story
- Reconciliation: Seth's Story
- Being Loki
- Give Me A Reason
- Fenrir's Fate
- Wanting to Belong
- Strawberries to Share
“I am one of the few gods in the pantheon who wasn’t even given a wife in fiction because I was so horrible.”
Ares, ancient God of War and Courage, felt as if his life was in limbo. Nothing had changed in eons. His kin still hated him, he was still despised by anyone he interacted with... except for Hermes, but then he was friendly with everyone. But Ares was just marking each day with nothing to look forward to, or to enjoy. Until he got a text from his security company that was monitoring the cameras at his Boston house. What he saw on the feed was intriguing enough to have him thinking a spot of time on earth was a good idea.
"If I worried about things like that, I’d be sleeping under a rock and I’d never stick my nose out, even at nighttime in case the moon laughed at me.”
Marty, racoon shifter and eternal optimist had found a stash of strawberries. He knew he was taking a risk, he knew there could always be a chance he'd be run off from his little encampment, but those strawberries were too tempting to ignore. He didn't take them all - Marty believed in always leaving enough for others, but little did he know that those stolen strawberries would change his life in every way.
How on earth did I get friend-zoned when we’re supposed to be mates?
These two were a mismatch from the start, but the Fates always know what they are doing. Ares had a lot to learn about changing his attitude, and Marty was the perfect person to help with that. But even Marty had his limits. Would Ares drive his mate away like he had everyone else, or was Marty worth changing for. Maybe those strawberries were magical after all.
Strawberries to Share: Ares Story, is an MM Paranormal Fated Mates Story which includes mpreg. Although it is part of The Gods Made Me Do It series, it can be read as a standalone. If you're in the mood for a low angst story with a guaranteed HEA, then perhaps Ares' and Marty's story can leave you with a smile.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
“It’s magic.” Marty was determined it had to be. He had no idea what type of magic, but there were little things he noticed on his nightly forays for food that weren’t common in places he’d camped at before.
“Did you know,” he told the star, as he reached for another strawberry. “There’s no bird poop on the walls of that house, not a speck of dust on the windows, no spiders webs around the door frames. In case you didn’t know, that’s not natural.”
Although, chewing on his strawberry, Marty thought about the slight buzz he felt anytime he got close to the walls of the house. I like it, his raccoon said quickly, and he did. Marty liked it too, because it made his fur stand up from his body, which was kinda fun. He wasn’t as sure why his raccoon liked rubbing against the walls of the house – sometimes a full body rub – but Marty was a go with the flow type of shifter.
READ MORE“You have to wonder what type of person would ward their house against spider webs.” Marty thought as he chewed, imagining a handsome man, with a loving wife who spent so much time looking after their three picture-perfect children, her husband set up the wards, so she didn’t have to damage her beautifully soft hands by wielding a broom, fighting the spider war.
Marty knew a lot about spiders. He had one living in the corner of his lean to. In his head, they’d come to an agreement – the spider wouldn’t spread their web too close to where Marty slept, and Marty would share his space.
Sighing, Marty quickly worked his way through the last of his strawberries. Six pieces of fruit wasn’t going to keep his stomach happy for long, but in the cold he took what he could get. Tomorrow we will stay away from the strawberries so we can eat other things. A good idea in theory, but Marty wouldn’t hold himself to it.
He did miss sharing his space with someone else. Marty glanced over the second log sitting on the other side of his cauldron fire. I was clearly feeling optimistic when I dragged that there. But Marty knew if he had anyone in his space, the moment they had a conversation, that person would realize Marty saw things in a unique way… and they would leave me.
“No point in thinking about that now.” Marty stood up, dusting off the few flecks of snow from his pants. It was definitely chilly and while his temperature typically ran warmer than most, he was feeling it in his hands and toes. “Let’s stock up the fire, and then shift to sleep I think. That blanket of mine is getting a little thin. But it works and that’s the main thing. Who knows what impossible things might happen when I wake up. The opportunities are endless.”
Five minutes later, with the cauldron fire quietly feeding on a wider log, and Marty’s threadbare clothes folded and put into a plastic bag to stop them getting damp, Marty shifted, and his raccoon spent a bit of time sniffing the blanket before curling up to sleep. Maybe tomorrow will be the day the Fates send someone to me, who is as much of a misfit as me. Then we can be misfits together. The raccoon was smiling as he closed his eyes against the snow.
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