I heard that we were 47 Bering & Wells fics short of making a 1000 on AO3?
If I may, please make that 46.
[Warehouse 13 is most definitely not mine; no copyright infringement intended]
"…But what if they were Greek Godesses, for a change? At least one of them?"
(I won’t even try to find excuses for this one. It just happened.)
“Well, she didn’t get that chastity idea from me,” Jove observes. He tends to lose interest when the conversation at hand doesn’t revolve around him.
Juno’s expression is drier than the midday heat. “I think we can agree on that.”
“I’d know what I’d do with a forest fill of warrior maidens…”
Now Mars is just trying to get a rise out of Diana. She crosses her arms over her chest. “Oh, really?”
“Hide and hope they don’t catch me,” Mars adds with a nod and to general laughter. “What? Has any of you actually seen those girls? They are fierce!”
And this, right there, is why he is her favorite brother.
“Hide, and hope to catch an eyeful meanwhile,” he amends.
And this, right then, is why she slaps his arm hard enough to make him yelp.
“They’re not all maidens,” Venus points out from behind them and not for the first time, Diana thinks that Venus’ most compelling feature has nothing to do with her looks. “Some of them are just not that into men.”
[full chapter up over at AO3.]