Prompt Stories 4
Prompt 17: Weapon. HP/Xena
Weapon
Categories: Harry Potter, Xena Warrior Princess
Characters: Harry, Ares God of War, Cupid, mentions others
Pairing: Ares/Harry
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Xena Warrior Princess, or any of the characters associated with the books/movies or television show and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.
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Cupid, the short blond haired God of Love, watched as his father, the God of War, looked at his strongest worshiper. Harry Potter had been his strongest, not to mention only, worshiper ever since the world stopped believing in them. It was bad for them. Ever since everyone stopped worshiping them, everything on Mount Olympus stopped growing. Bliss, his Son, was still a baby because there was no one worshiping them and giving them power.
Moving closer to his father, Cupid hesitated when he saw his father flexing his fingers as the words floated up to their ears.
“You're useless now, Potter. The war is over and our weapon isn't needed anymore. You've been shelved. Go live your life somewhere else and leave us all alone.”
“Dad don't.” He said as he saw his father reaching for his sword.
“They deserve if for treating my follower like that.” He snarled, reaching up and running his fingers through his short black hair.
“Maybe so, but you can't go around killing that entire community because of it.”
“Fine. Then I want you to go and get him and bring him here.”
“Dad you know we can't. Mortals aren't allowed on Mount Olympus.”
“No they aren't, but my new consort will be.” Ares said with a smirk.
“Mom won't be pleased about this. She's been trying to find his other half for a few years now.”
“I'm not afraid of Aphrodite, Cupid. Now go...unless you want me to fetch him.”
“I'll go because I know you'd try and kill as many of them as you could. But you owe me. Next time Psyche wants some alone time you're taking Bliss with no fights.”
With that, Cupid disappeared in a flash of lights, leaving a smirking Ares standing there.
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Prompt 17 from table A of 30 prompts.