Greek fic, Book I, Chapter II

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Title: By Their Own Follies They Perished (Book I, Chapter II)
Pairings & Characters: Raul Gonzalez/Guti, Lukas Podolski/Bastian Schweinsteiger implied, Villa/Silva implied, Sandro Nesta/Paolo Maldini implied, Sandro/Paolo/OFC, Frank Lampard/John Terry implied, Fernando Torres, Miroslav Klose, Roberto Carlos/Mamen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,283
A/N: For my most beloved friends, x_acid_queen_x and pretty_panther.

Book I Chapter I




The week of the great wedding arrived and every one in the land, and in Olympus, was anxious to see how the festivities would turn out. The weeks of planning, on Sandro’s part, were spent in great haste. He wanted everything to be perfect and he was going to see that it was everyone else be damned.

Paolo had to watch his lover stress over the tiniest of details and he just relaxed on his bed and watched his golden lover with great interest. He himself could not bother himself with his own responsibilities; the Greeks were just going to have to deal with Persia on their own.

Finally an exhausted Sandro had everything planned to perfection. The mortal King and his Queen to be had invited all the Gods to attend to see them be wedded in ethereal splendor.

When it came time for the actual wedding, the Gods were preparing themselves to be ready to be seen without killing any of the mortals. For Gods could not be seen in their entirety without hurting the mortals to the point of death.

At the gates of Olympus, Raul watched as the Gods pranced down to Earth.

Guti was dressed in robes of flowing white. Upon his shoulders rested a dove and a peacock—his symbols. He smiled sweetly as he danced past Raul and down to where the gathering was occurring.

Lukas hovered above the clouds thanks to his winged sandals. He simply nodded once at Raul before following after Guti. Raul knew he would have to watch the messenger god to make sure he didn’t pull any pranks at the wedding…

Raul knew who was next in the line even before he got there. The radiant golden light that shone in his presence was always a tell-tell sign. Fernando, god of light, music, poetry, and prophecy simply shone as he bowed courteously to Raul before skipping to Earth. His red scarf floated behind him on a breeze. It was said that a simple smile by Fernando could light the earth.

The rest of the godly procession filed by and Raul was about to go down himself, when he noticed Villa. He put a hand out to stop him from going out the gate and shook his head.

“Oh no. You are not going Villa. You will stay in Olympus.”

“What?!” The God of mischief yelled, affronted by this snub.

“The last time you went somewhere the great floods of Athens happened! Miroslav had to listen to cries for years after that!” Raul crossed his arms over his powerful chest.

“Honestly! One tiny miss with a discus and I don’t get to go to any more parties. Well why does Frank get to go? Who wants the god of death at their wedding?” Villa pouted.

“Be nice to Frank otherwise he might come for you!” Raul snapped and walked out of the gates.

The golden gates snapped shut with a great CLANG and Villa watched with great annoyance as the rest of the gods all went to the party. He sighed and walked through the emptiness of Olympus.

As he sat in Raul’s throne he kicked puffs of cloud out of his way. He rested his head on his fist as he thought about all that wasn’t fair. Fair…he thought. With a start, he sat up straight and thought a thought so horribly sly that he couldn’t help it—he would have to do it.

“Oh they are going to be sorry I didn’t go…” He sneered and slipped off the golden throne and pranced to the orchards.


All around the field of Aegina, flags of various color and symbol fluttered in the light breeze provided by Silva. Around the perimeter silks of deep purples, whites, and reds were tied to long poles of a pale wood. Inside, tents of scarlet housed the patrons of the wedding. At the front, on a raised dais, sat the gods and, of course, the recently wedded King and Queen.

Raul continued to stare at Mamen, much to Guti’s dismay, as she smiled humbly at her husband despite his age upon her. Lukas was searching the crowd for a nice boy to seduce while hovering in his chair. Paolo and Sandro were eyeing each other hotly and Paolo found it immensely unfair that Sandro could use his powers of influencing ecstasy on him. Miroslav enjoyed his place with the other nymphs who had come to see the wedding. They were all crowded around him enjoying the close proximity to their ruler.

As dusk fell, it was time to let the King and his newly crowned Queen return to their castle. As the mortals celebrated and wished them farewell and the best of luck, the Gods enjoyed the moments that they could of just enjoying life. It wasn’t everyday that the immortals spent time and mixed with the mortals.

As soon as the king and queen departed, the party really began. Music flowed as well as Sandro’s wine and the mortals as well as the gods loosened up enough to begin dancing and celebrating.

Raul was too busy being jealous of what Roberto Carlos was undoubtedly doing with Mamen. Guti was too annoyed to celebrate fully as he tried to get Raul’s attention.

Lukas had found a nice boy, Bastian, and was currently sitting behind him on one of the benches with his fingers over Bastian’s helping him strum the lyre.

Silva was too busy missing his lover, Villa, to really enjoy the party. He continued providing an easy breeze, however, because it really was hot in the summer and nobody should have to grow uncomfortable.

Frank and his John both remained seated. The mortals had given them a wide berth but had been friendly enough towards the god of death and his consort. Fernando had been nice enough to them, smiling brilliantly as he looked around the room for his own conquest of the night.

Paolo and Sandro were dancing with the mortals when suddenly a maiden girl piqued Paolo’s attention. Sandro watched Paolo as the god of war’s eyes followed the girl as she weaved through the crowd. Her long brown hair was twisted in ceremonial braids and she was nothing short of beautiful.

Sandro and Paolo both turned to stare at each other with raised eyebrows. They seemed to be thinking the same thing. They smirked at each other before disappearing to find where the lovely maiden had disappeared too.

They found the maiden leaning against one of the wooden poles as she stared at the night sky. Paolo eyed her hungrily as Sandro licked his lips.

“Good night maiden?” Sandro asked, his voice sounding like the most divine music.

The maid’s head turned and stared wide-eyed at the two gods. “Fair.” She replied nervously. Sandro smiled upon her and Paolo eyed her like a wolf would eye a sheep.

“Perhaps, maiden what is your name? I pray you tell us.” Sandro spoke as he slowly approached her as not to scare her.

“M-Madelina.” She spoke in a distant tone because Sandro was calming her.

“And Madelina,” Paolo spoke now coming closer as well. “Could we, entertain you for the night?”

Sandro used his power to make her feel entirely alit with sexual desire. The two gods watched her eyes flutter shut as she nodded.

“Good, Madelina, very good.” And then they pounced.


The celebrations were almost at a close when, out of seemingly nowhere, a golden apple flew onto the banquet table. The shiny orb stopped in front of three gods: Guti, Silva, and Fernando. Written on the side of the apple in a neat scrawl was the simple phrase:


To the fairest.