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gay-dorito-dust · 3 months

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Can I request Luke castellan dating head canons where reader is the child of hades who is pretty shy, hates confrontation, but is super artistic

Luke loves being relied upon, especially by you, and would reassure you on several occasions that he would come running should you even whisper his name in a plea for help.

He loves being of help to you and will take advantage of all the times where he got to bring a little sense of peace into your life, knowing that he had a hand in bringing you back from the edge whenever you needed him to be that voice of reason, telling you that everything will be okay.

Luke is protective over you.

Everyone in camp half blood were more then aware of how protective Luke is over you and it’s made even more evident whenever someone -ares children specifically- tried to back you into a corner and dupe you into a position where you’d have to physically fight back against them in order for them to leave you alone.

Luke knew that most of camp wouldn’t intervene for one of two reasons;

a) they were still very much on edge with you being a forbidden child of the big three, Hades no less, and they were terrified of the consequences of their actions should they do something.

B) no one wants to get into the crosshairs of a temperamental ares kid. It was an unspoken rule in camp to never be in the line of sights of an ares kid itching for a fight.

So Luke is the only soul brave enough to step in between you and the Ares kid and defuse the situation with a few choice words and a humiliating fast ass whooping; Needless to say Luke didn’t take too kindly to others engaging in unnecessary confrontations with you, knowing damn well it’ll be one sided on your end as you took great care to reframe from engaging in conflicts of any kind.

Luke knows he’s a well liked and respected guy at camp and will reap those benefits without a second thought for your comfort at every opportunity given to him. For whatever you wished to have, Luke would give it to you in abundance, no hesitation.

Your shyness only fuels Luke’s protective nature as he would more often then not act as your voice in situations where you didn’t feel as though you could access your own voice. Ie: asking for help, making appointments, ordering food/drink, setting up and reinforcing your boundaries when they’re being unfairly crossed, etc.

He’s your biggest supporter and will offer silent encouragement or reminders that he’s with you every step of the way by different methods meant to calm and ground you in reality with him such as;

Taking in soft hush tones in instances where you felt overwhelmed by everything.

Holding hands/tracing your palm to bring your focus onto one thing.

Slinging his arm over your shoulder to make you aware of his close proximity.

or just staying incredibly close to you so that you’d feel his presence nearby and be reminded that you weren’t alone and would never be alone knowing that he was always in your corner. No matter what; He’s loyal like that.

Anything and everything he did was to ease the stress upon your shoulders and make you focus on him rather than the thing that was causing you such internal distress. He doesn’t want you to face anything unsavoury alone and will do anything and everything to prove that with him nearby, everything was going to be okay and that you didn’t need to hurt yourself to feel or act normal in everyday circumstances.

His response to anyone who asked why he was with you, he’d always responded with;

‘They shine. Not brightly, not loudly and whilst you might not see it at first but they do indeed shine in a softer way, as though they were cast within a watercolour painting. They smile soft, laugh quietly and keep to themselves but to me, y/n couldn’t be shinning more brighter in those tender, slower moments and that’s what makes them so unique and enticing that I couldn’t stop loving them even if I tried.’

You defiantly overheard this once by pure coincidence and have never forgotten as a smile was permanently stuck on your lips for the rest of the day.

Quality time in the Hades cabin! Luke often jokes about how gothic and borderline vampiric it felt and one day you replied with;

‘It’s like living in Dracula’s expensively furnished dungeon more so than a windowless cabin meant for the children of Hades.’ Needless to say that Luke loved the moments where he could see you act like your truest self, even if it was within the confines of your cabin, but Luke was more then willing to take what he could get. He thrived off of being quite possibly being the only person in camp who got the honour is seeing you speak above a mutter and see you making dry jokes about your fellow campers.

He loved seeing the you he always knew was there for he only ever saw you for you and never the ever so feared child of Hades. He knows how much you hate the stigmatism that came with such a burden but that didn’t meant you weren’t any less proud of who you were and your god given talents.

Talking about talents, your one talent didn’t derive from your godly father and more so from copious amounts of practice and dedication to the craft of art and its multiple forms and styles.

Luke discovered this hidden talent of yours by mistake but upon seeing the level of detail you put into each art piece along with your seemingly effortless ability to execute beautiful pieces no matter what your style of choice was; which was proven especially true when he first looked upon a landscape drawing of the strawberry fields, made entirely in charcoal.

‘It’s not that great.’ You said once.

‘Not that great?! Babe!’ Luke exclaimed as he took in how you added the Satyrs and their reed pipes alongside the children of Demeter using their magic in making the strawberries grow. It was so detailed that Luke thought he was looking out of a window and out onto the very same strawberry fields. You even went as far as to capture the gleaming lake and the canoes skimming across its surface, even adding a group of Naiads weaving their wicker baskets in harmony. Hell you even managed to draw in the Big House for fucks sake!

‘This is fantastic! You’re so talented sweetheart!’ Luke praised as he swamped you in kisses all across your face, hands and wherever else he could, causing you to smile dopey as you melted into your boyfriend’s never ending affection.

‘Do you have anymore that I can see?’ He asked, not wanting to pressure you into letting him see more of your art if you weren’t comfortable with it, but instead you beamed and left to grab several sketchbooks that were filled to the brim with your other sketches dating back before your arrival to camp, which meant Luke seeing endless amount of the sketches you had of him participating in activities.

Luke saw this and immeditly resorted to teasing you as he nudged your side. ‘I must be quite the muse if I make up half of your sketchbook. Or someone has a crush on me.’ He practically sang as you smack his arm lightly.

‘Pack it in, we’re already dating.’

‘Still I think it’s cute that I had such an effect on you because at least I can rest easy knowing that our liking towards the other was always mutual.’ Luke replied, pressing a kiss to your head as he brought you closer as you both looked over your other sketches of camp and its inhabitants.

He might ask to keep a few sketches that he could look at whenever he needed something to feel closer to you. Or to look at before going to sleep in his cabin at night.

He might try to get you to each him how to draw but whether or not he’s good at it is up for debate.

However creating art together makes for phenomenal date nights.

All in all, Luke is just proving himself to being a caring, sweet and charming boyfriend who will always be in your corner.

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bones4thecats · 1 month

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Can I request Nikola, Qin Shi Huang, Buddha and Leonidas with a s/o that's like Nyx?

How Past! Them Met Their Nyx! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Nikola Tesla, Qin Shi Huang, Buddha, and Leonidas Name: How Past! Them Met Their Nyx! S/O Requester: Anonymous

A/N: I only have four of Nyx’s kids mentioned (Aether, Hemera, Thanatos, and Hypnos), so just roll with it. By the way, the reader here is considered (in thought) to be a female, but it is left ambiguous so that you male and other readers feel accepted.

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I am downright in love with this man

🧪 When you first met Nikola Tesla, you were just relaxing at night, taking a stroll underneath your sky as your long dark cloak faded into stars at the ends flowed in the air

🧪 You had just spoke to your old friend Hades during a meeting in the Underworld about your second-youngest son’s, Thanatos’, efforts of bringing souls down to the Underworld for Hades to handle

🧪 At the moment, you just wanted some peace, and knowing that your two youngest were busy with work, one being on guard for dying souls and the other watching over many different people in order to help them sleep

🧪 Though, hearing the sound of soft feathered wings moving, you looked up and noticed a bright white pigeon flying around while carrying moonflowers, chrysanthemums, lotuses, and sunflowers in its beak. These all reminded you of the cute flower crowns that the youngest Valkyrie sister, Göll, would make you and your children

🧪 You smiled gently as the bird landed on your outstretched hand and dropped a moonflower into your palm before flying off

🧪 The bird began to fly farther from your gaze as you heard the patter of small feet coming from behind you, making you turn around expecting to see a young child, and a young child you saw

🧪 He looked no older than 4 years in humans, and you noticed that he nearly had fallen older, making you lean down and catch him so he wouldn't crash and hurt himself, it reminded you of helping Aether walk all those centuries ago

" I am so sorry, ma'am/sir! " " It's alright, young man. If I may ask, why are you in such a rush? " " Oh, my pigeon flew that direction carrying some flowers I grabbed for my mother. It's so hard to catch up to, troublesome bird. "

🧪 You chuckled at his expression, he really was quite the interesting mortal, now wasn't he? You could see great potential in his soul, making you look back to where you once stood where the dropped flower laid on the ground

🧪 Picking it up, you opened the boy's palm, dropping the flower once again, not onto the ground, but into the soft hand of the young boy

" I may not be able to retrieve the rest of your flowers, but, here is one that the creature left. I also have something that may help you out! "

🧪 Reaching into your pocket lacing your cape, you summoned some flowers from one vase in your home that you shared in Valhalla with your sibling, Gaia

" Here are some flowers freshly picked from my sister's garden, they, by what she tells me, symbolize things such as motherly love and whatnot. I hope your mother enjoys them. " " Thank you so much! What's your name, if I may ask? " " I am... (Y/N). What is your name, young man? " " Nikola Tesla! " " Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Nikola Tesla. " " Nikola! Where are you, lil' brother? "

🧪 Looking up in shock as the boy turned around, you stiffened, being discovered by a mortal child was nothing, but a possible adult was something truly bad. A child could pass it off like nothing, an adult could not

" I'm over here, Dane! " " Oh thank God. Who were you talking too? " " The lady/man- where did they go...? "

🧪 Nikola looked around for the sight of the person who gifted him the glorious flowers, only for his older brother to pick him up and begin bringing him home in a rush

🧪 As the elder boy ran home with his brother in arms, the younger's mind wandered, where did that nice woman/man go? And will he ever see them again?

👑 Taking a nightly stroll was something the Emperor of China was familiar with, it was a time that he could have to himself, no guards right behind him and no duties clawing at his door for him to deal with

👑 Just himself and the night sky that he admired

👑 Meanwhile, a cloaked being was walking through the woods, passing through the trees with ease, as they had been on the same path multiple times throughout their limitless lifespan

👑 Due to being in an argument with the Head of the Gods, a headache was pounding through the head of the person as they rubbed their temples with their fingers

👑 As they traveled through the shady lands, they stumbled across a large temple, one they recognized as the very one the Emperor of China resided in

" What a sight, I never realized just how dazzling these building looked from such a high point. "

👑 The star-covered eyes of the mystery person burst with light as the sound of another's voice came from behind them, causing them to turn around, gripping a blade underneath their cloak

" Whoa there! There's no need for that. I apologize if I startled you, uhm, whoever you are. I just saw you walking alone and decided to go with you. " " It's- it's alright, I suppose. "

👑 A stern silence cracked between the two individuals, allowing the pitchy sound of a blade being laid back in a case to echo across their ear-shots

👑 Looking at the stars, Qin Shi Huang sighed deeply and back at the cloaked person who decided to stay alongside him, and he had to ask himself; did this person not know who he was? Could they be a traveler of some kind?

👑 A traveler of some kind you were...

👑 Qin looked down at your feet and noticed that your skin was dipping into a very pale looking shade as your cloak became very faded, as if it was turning into dust

" So... to make this far less awkward and save us a few moments of boring silence, may I ask what your name is, possible traveler? " " It is Y/N, and yours? " " Emperor Qin Shi Huang, but you may call me Qin Shi if you wish. " " Alright then, Qin Shi. "

👑 Qin Shi Huang sat down on the grassy plain, his masked face still looking up at the star-littered sky with such happiness obvious, despite his eyes being hidden

👑 You smiled gently and sat beside him, crossing your legs as you manipulated a star to sway across the sky in what humans seemingly began to call a 'shooting star'

" Ah, it seems that a shooting star has crossed the sky. What shall I wish for? I know! "

👑 Looking at the Emperor, you were shocked at how normal he seemed. Normally the high-ranking humans that you came across were tyrannical and fairly crude in their words and actions

" There! What did you wish for, Y/N-san? "

👑 When Qin looking back over at you, he was shocked to see that instead of you sitting there, a moonflower stood bravely, its petals pristine without any scuffs, as if it bloomed just second before

👑 Where in China had you gone?

🍭 Ever since Buddha first became a God, many weren't fond of him, though most of the Deities littered across Valhalla have only heard about the God of Buddhism through word of mouth from the few Gods that had met him so far

🍭 You, the Deity of the Night in the Greek Pantheon, had only hear about the man through your children's words, mainly Aether and Hemera, who were by-far your most patient children

🍭 And even during present time, you loved to stare at the stars and remember the first time you met your soon-to-be husband

🍭 It was a lovely night in one of the many fields in Valhalla, and normally you would watch over your domain of the starry sky as Humanity was being dealt with by your youngest boys, Thanatos and Hypnos

🍭 You had dressed yourself in your long star-covered cloak, hiding yourself from any prying eyes, since many feared you just by hearing your name. Even the strongest of all Gods, Zeus, feared the mention of your name

🍭 Holding yourself high while hidden, you walked through the grassy plain, brushing past tree by tree as the wind pulled the cloth covering you back lightly

🍭 To describe it in a few words; you were in Paradise

🍭 As you walked carefully around many plant-life and sleeping creatures, Buddha was laying in his hammock, starring at the same sky you controlled, admiring the stars as they flickered delicately in the vast land known as space

🍭 Sucking on a lollipop from his stash hidden away, Buddha sighed and stretched his back, allowing it to pop as he caught onto the sound of grass being pushed down and let back up in the form of footsteps

🍭 Grabbing his Six Realms Staff, the God held it up for whoever was around to see as he let out an annoyed groan. After all, having your peaceful silence interrupted would be annoying

" Alright, whoever ya' are, come on out. I don't wanna waste anymore time than necessary. " " I apologize, Lord Buddha. I was just taking a walk around to admire the stars and must have awoken you. "

🍭 Cocking an eyebrow at the light-and-honey-coated voice, Buddha looked up and noticed your form walk up from behind the one tree holding up the front of his hammock and once he saw your face, his eyes widened

" Holy shit! You're Y/N, the Deity of the Night! I never thought I'd be seeing you walk around in Paradise so late at night. "

🍭 Chuckling lightly, you nodded as you pulled down your hood, allowing your hair that faded into the dust of space to run out freely, making Buddha laugh at your smile

" I knew you were powerful and all from the stories told, but they never said how dazzling you looked~ "

🍭 Rolling your eyes at his attempt of flustering you, you just looked up at the sky as Buddha stood up and planted himself right beside you to look at the stars and moon with you

🍭 It was nice sharing such a moment with a lovely person like you, maybe you guys could do it again some other time?

🚬 As one of the classic Greek Gods, you were held at a fairly high standard once your myth became the talk of the land

🚬 But, ever since Zeus and the rest of the Olympians came along and destroyed your whole time with your siblings and rest of your allies, you became more of a side-god when it came to standards of worshiping

🚬 Leonidas wasn't fond of the Gods ever since his demise, blaming the demise of him and his 300 (though really 299) soldiers on the Greek God Apollo, whom your oldest children, Aether and Hemera, served alongside

🚬 You, on the other hand, had no-one to place a blame onto, though you weren't fond when someone were to try offending Apollo, as you had treated the male like a son since he was a young God making his way in the Pantheon

🚬 Holding his title far from the grasp of the Gods, Leonidas despised being told what to do, so, when your second youngest, Thanatos, began to hold himself to a standard against Leonidas, you were called in by Hypnos to help out

🚬 Watching as parts of the sky began to fall down and form a humanoid shape was something far new to Leonidas, and because of that he stepped back and readied his weapon to protect himself in case something happened

" There is no need for that King Leonidas I, I am merely here to retrieve my pain in the ass son. " " Pain in the ass? But Mom/Dad, he- " " Enough! I will listen to your side of the story when you take a break in the next few millennia, Thanatos. "

🚬 The King of Sparta watched as you grabbed Thanatos' ear and tugged on it like a parent would when scolding a child for doing something badly, like hitting a kid for example

🚬 Watching a Deity of your stature just treat your son like a human parent would made Leonidas' guard come down slightly, sensing you weren't going to attack him out of nowhere, you had a sense of understanding radiating off you

" Hypnos, please bring your brother back home and also let Aether and Hemera know that he is grounded for the next few months. No using his scythe during that time, only his old training stick. " " What?! "

🚬 Sighing as Hypnos dragged his brother through a portal he summoned, you turned to look back at the human and you smiled nervously, holding your hands out in defense

" I apologize for my son's actions, he sometimes gets in his own head and begins to believe himself to be more powerful than he really is. I think he's spending to much time with the Olympian Brothers... " " It's... alright, I suppose. "

🚬 Smiling gently, you held your hand out for the mortal to shake, making his raise his eyebrows slightly, he was surprised that a Deity of your ranking would actually try touching a human

🚬 Allowing his weapon to lean back up against the building's wall, Leonidas shook your hand, making you mentally sigh, thanking your creators for allowing him to forgive you and shake your hand as a sign of that forgiveness, since every other human just tried disrespecting you for your parenting skills

🚬 Letting go of his hand, you pulled your cloak's hood down and allowed your markings of stars and the moon to shimmer out against the sunlight, making Leonidas mentally swoon; you were quite the looker, how could Zeus fear you and not admire you?

" I hope I see you once again, King Leonidas I of Sparta. " " Just call me Leonidas. And I agree, I hope we meet once again. "

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your-honor-im-zesty · 12 days

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What do I deserve, really?

Will should've known better. He really should've.

When Nico had first mentioned the idea of a family dinner ("Persephone's just about dying to meet you, she'll turn me into a flower if you stay away any longer"), Will had been elated. It meant another significant step in their relationship; it meant they were becoming serious. Not to mention, he had always wanted to meet Hades. Call him weird, but he had a strange fascination with death. He was a medic, after all, and however much he studied and healed and learned, there were always surprises in store for him. Death was an infinite topic; Will would've gladly sat through a lyceum taught by Hades.

But now, as he sat at the dinner table in the Underworld king's palace, he wished he had just thrown his boyfriend under the bus and let him be turned into a flower.

It was just the four of them- Will, Nico, Hades, and Persephone. They each sat on one side of the long, rectangular wooden table, which would've been a nice table had there not been literal skulls hanging off the sides. Just his luck, he was seated all the way across from Nico.

He couldn't tell what was worse. Persephone's onslaught of rapid questions ("You're the camp medic, correct? The one for the past few years?" "Tell me, are children of Apollo allergic to lies? I've always wondered." "How did you and Nico meet?"), Hades's stony silence (the closest thing to conversation Will had made with him was a request to pass the salt, which he'd done with rather unnecessary force), or the amused glint in Nico's eyes as he watched the scene unfold. Will was very tempted to strangle him, except choking your boyfriend in front of said boyfriend's father was probably not the wisest move.

The only thing that kept Will remotely close to sane was the food. It may have been the Underworld, kingdom of the dead, but the food was spectacular. 5/5 stars. Hades truly didn't accept anything but the best.

He gulped. He hoped Hades would lower his standards for him; Will wasn't exactly the best, compared to other demigods. Like Percy Jackson, for one. But then again, Hades hated Percy with a vehement passion, so maybe that was all for the best.

But the dinner wasn't bad, per se. It was awkward, sure, and very much uncomfortable. But Will Solace was the master of uncomfortable. He was a veteran of 2 wars, had saved more campers than he would've ever dreamed of; he'd spent sleepless nights, working to aid injuries and prevent death. He could do uncomfortable.

At least, that was what he thought.

Hades signaled the skeleton waiter to take up their plates and prepare for the dessert course, then leaned towards Will. His eyes were dark, obsidian. Like Nico's, his mind thought unhelpfully.

"So...Will," Hades said his name slowly, like he was testing out the sound of it. It was probably just his nature, but Will got the strong impression that Hades had spent the appetizer and main dish courses analyzing him, sizing him up. Probably wondering why the hell Nico had even given him a second glance. "I understand you and my son have been...courting, for a while now."

Courting? Will bit his lip to hold back his laughter. It was such an old-fashioned term, yet Hades looked completely serious. "Yes, sir," he responded, trying to sound as amiable as possible. He schooled his features into an expression of utmost respect; across the table, Nico (the little shit) was smirking again. Will refused to make eye contact with him (first of all, Nico had absolutely NO business looking that good in his father's palace of all places).

Hades studied him, those dark eyes unnerving. It reminded him of how Nico first used to look at him- distrustfully, coldly. He involuntarily flinched.

The corner of Hades's mouth twitched at the movement. "I am sure you know by now that Nico has incredibly high standards."

"I do," agreed Nico- were they ganging up on him? A father-son duo? Gods, Will should've asked for Apollo to be invited; but then again, the sun god would probably rather be stripped of mortality again than step foot into the Underworld.

Will swallowed nervously and licked his lips; they were getting dry. Had he drank water today? He was supposed to stay hydrated; he of all people knew the dangers of dehydration. "Yes, sir," he said, almost hoarsely.

Hades leaned forward then, further this time. His eyes flashed. "Let me ask you something then..." There was something in his tone that incited a sliver of apprehension within Will's chest. Nico's face grew serious, like he, too could hear it.

"Do you believe you're worthy of my son?"

Nico stiffened up, his face flashing with unidentifiable emotions. Persephone's eyebrows shot up, and she gave her husband a look. Not surprised, but unimpressed, like she knew something along these lines would happen and disapproved.

Will felt a warm flush creep upon his face. He stared at Hades, stomach lurching unpleasantly. For some reason, his lips seemed to be sealed tight, and determined not to re-open.

"I..."

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So this is part 1 of my angsty will + solangelo fic :))) i'll post part 2 prolly sometime this week lmao but until then enjoy this load of shit

edit: part 2 is up! check my blog :)

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Part 1 Here! / Part 2 Here! /Part 3 Here! / Part 4 Here! / Part 5 Here! / Part 6 Here! / Part 7 Here! / Part 8 Here! / Part 9 Here! / Part 10 Here! / Part 11 Here! / Part 12 Here! /Part 13 Here! / Part 14 Here! / Part 15 Here! / Part 16 Here ! / Part 17 Here! / Part 18 Here! / Part 19 Here! / Part 20 here! / Part 21 Here! / Part 22 Here! / Part 23 Here! <This is Part 24!>

And a reminder that my book interest check is still open to run a campaign for the physical version of waking up in pjo, please make sure answer it if you're interested!

A/N :Okay, I think you've been waiting for this one! Hopefully it’ll take my mind of the fact that we were all simping for a person that takes the cringeat nudes

* This is bad

* This is really, really bad

* You watch Ares — Kronos now— in full possession of his body, two inky black voids staring back at you, mouth quirked up in a sadistic grin.

* Your hand tightens around your scepter, eyes flicking to Annabeth, Percy and Grover

* ‘Right now the priority is protecting the children.’

* You tap the ground twice, concentrating on space and time itself wrapping around you ementating a force field, you watch the familiar purple hue begin to take shape, electricity whirring, but before it can reach its crescendo, Kronos waves it’s hand and immediately the field disappears.

* ‘What?’

* “You dare use my own powers against me child?”

* Of course, Kronos was the titan of space and time, your powers won’t work on him.

* And your despair…is nothing compared to what he’s endured, to be cut into tiny pieces at the hands of your own children.

* ‘Hades.’

* But before you can kneel you’re pushed into the ocean, off of your home turf, and ankle deep into unfamiliar land.

* “And there will be no hitting the ground thrice, this is between you and I godling.” He hisses, roaming over you with a keen eye. “You’re just a godling, but I can smell it—the powers of fertility course through your veins.” He licks his lip, as if he’s already imagining devouring you whole.

* ‘What can I do in this situation? Annabeth? No, she’s only got that knife, Grover? No, he only has tin cans and they’re all gone anyway, Percy—‘

* Yes, Percy is the right option. He has a good weapon, and he’s talented too, the sea is his home turf and in the original he beat Ares.

* ‘But even so he’s no match for Kronos.’

* He’s only a twelve year old boy, he needs more time to develop into a hero.

* ‘But I can give him power.’

* A fertility god can grant someone the right to tap into their power, a near limitless supply. You could give that to Percy-

* “Why should you sacrifice yourself for someone else?” A voice whispers in your ear, snapping you out of your thoughts.

* Goosebumps rise down your spine and along your arms.

* “And why should you run from battle?” Another voice calls, you recognize this voice.

* ‘It’s Persephone's voice.’

* “Look at him child, look how he trembles. He needs you, to stay in that body, he’s still not strong enough to inhabit a god’s body while his soul is in Tartarus.” She whispers.

* And sure enough, Kronos is heaving, he has a cocky expression on his face, but you can see the strain across his face.

* ‘He can’t keep this up for much longer.’

* “Descendant of the gods, close your eyes and borrow our power.”

* ‘Well I’m screwed either way.’

* You close your eyes, and for a moment there’s total darkness, and then all at once four eyes open in front of you.

* Green. Purple. Gold. Pink. And Red.

* Staring at you as if appraising you on a pedestal, and then there’s a sound.

* It feels like the howl of wind, the sound of a box unlocking, and the sound of a bird chirping.

* You open your eyes, your body encased in a blue sheen.

* “Aren’t you tired of bending to the will of the gods little godling?”

* ‘I’m tired of you disrupting my sleep for three years.’

* You feel flowers grow out of your skin, encasing your arm, but it doesn’t hurt.

* “Don’t you want your revenge—“

* You raise your hand, the ground beneath him automatically raising as well, as large as any cliff.

* “—you could join me—“

* ‘First he was going to swallow me whole, and now it’s that I can join him huh?’

* You swipe your hand to the side, opening dozens of portals, a bright blue light leaves your scepter traveling through the portals and striking Kronos.

* “—we could rule Olympus together—‘

* ‘The jerk is still talking.’

* You twirl your scepter, transforming it into a bow and arrow.

* “—you will regret this!”

* “Shut the hell up!” The words leave your mouth like a siren’s screech, ichor curling out of his ear as he winces.

* You aim your arrow for his heart and shoot.

* The arrow becomes engulfed in blue light, like a blazing inferno, like—

* ‘It looks like hell fire.’

* There’s a scream and you avert your eyes as Kronos reveals his true form, when he’s gone Ares is left behind.

* Simultaneously whatever power you felt rush into your veins is now gone, leaving a very sore, fourteen year old behind.

* You wade through the water, holding a bleeding and fatigued Ares in your arms.

* “Wh-where am I?” A cough rips through him and you shush him.

* “It’s fine, I’m here now.” Golden light emanates from your hands, and you watch his wounds begin to close.

* “Well who would have thought.” He mumbles to himself.

* “So are you free later tonight?”

* “I’m fourteen you freak.” He gives you a toothy grin.

* “Give me a call in ten years then?”

* Before you can ask if he can get the hell out of here and to Olympus he’s gone in a crack of thunder. Disintegrated to dust before reorganizing into golden light.

* That looks familiar.

* You turn to them, to the two shocked children and the satyr who are staring at you with slack jaws.

* They want answers.

* ‘Well damn, me too. What the hell was that?’

* Before you can organize a single thought, you’re surrounded by policeman.

* ‘Well shit.’

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welldonebeca · 11 months

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ajorrāelagon (4)

WC: 1.4k Warnings: Greek gods au. Tension. Hades/Persephone AU. Devoted Daemon Targaryen. Smut. Multiple orgasms. Degrading kink. Breeding kink. Rough sex. Dirty talk. Praising kink.

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It broke him, at least, and Rhaenyra gasped when he stood, picking her up and throwing her on his bed with fire in his eyes.

Rhaenyra spread her legs, eager, smirking at him like the minx she knew she was.

Daemon inhaled, staring down at her.

"Such an eager whore," he licked his lips. "Ready to be wed and bred."

She spread her legs more, resting her head on the pillow, and he pulled his tunic up, tossing it away, standing naked before her before crawling on top of her on the bed.

Rhaenyra looked placed her hand on his face as her eyes traced his body, littered with scars.

He was one of those who had fought in the war with the titans, for the survival of their generation.

Daemon had slain his own father, Baelon, the beast.

The greatest of the titans, lord of time and of all titans.

He killed them, so she could exist, so that they could be free.

She pulled him closer and put her lips on his, devouring him in a deep kiss.

Daemon's hand moved down to her chest, and she arched it to him as his thumb caressed her nipple, and he pulled back, looking down at her.

"Gorgeous little tits," he hissed. "Want to bury my face in them for so long, lick and kiss them until you cum just from my lips on them."

He pulled away just to take the other breast, and Rhaenyra moaned when his fingers touched her pussy again, parting her seams as his cock stirred on her leg, warmer than anything else she had ever felt.

"I don't know if I want more to hold you on the edge and make you beg or to make you peak so many times you'll unlearn how to speak words," he pushed two fingers in her, already having prepared her for them after the dinner.

Rhaenyea whined.

She had had a share of selfish pleasure already.

"I want you," she pleaded. "Inside me, uncle. Take me as your wife, breed me full of your children."

Daemon licked the middle of her chest, sending shivers all over her as his fingers fucked her slowly.

"My poor bride," his thumb touched her sensitive bud. "You need your groom's cock in you so much you're denying your King the indulgence of making you mad with pleasure?"

Rhaenyra looked at his face, seeing the challenge on it.

"I am your Queen," she reminded him. "I will have what I want, or I'll take it myself."

He smirked, amused.

"Be careful of what you wish for, wife," he tilted his chin up. "Or should I say ñuha dāria?"

Ñuha dāria. My Queen.

"Or what?" she asked, defiant.

But Daemon didn't answer, holding her hips and pulling back, and she gasped when he pushed his cock all the way into her with no mercy.

Rhaenyra nearly screamed a moan when she felt him buried inside her, stretching her walls, filling her so deeply he was everywhere.

"I've made up my mind," he grabbed her hips. "I won't edge you stupid or finger you stupid..."

Daemon pulled back, and slammed into her, nearly rearranging her insides.

"I'll fuck you stupid," he stated. "Stuff you until your little mind is dripping from your cunt."

Rhaenyra couldn't say anything, not that she really wanted to.

He lifted her legs, pushing her legs up until he pressed them to her chest.

"Gorgeous," he moaned.

A pair of shadow hands held her legs into place and another held arms up, and Daemon stopped, watching her face.

Waiting for her, Rhaenyra realised.

"Take me," she begged. "Fuck me, uncle."

His lips curled in a proud smile, and Daemon finally moved, fucking her so hard the stone bed trembled under them.

"Tight cunt," he grunted. "Little virgin goddess, all mine to fuck."

She moaned, her eyes rolling back as he did, and she cried out when his fingers rubbed her sensitive bud.

"Daemon," she moaned.

His lips curled in a silent growl.

"Louder," he hissed.

His finger rubbed her tighter, and she cried in pleasure.

"Daemon," she moaned more, grabbing the sheets. "Please. More."

He rubbed her tighter in the same pace as his cock.

"Adorable little wife," Daemon praised. "Little Queen turned cockwhore for me."

Rhaenyra could barely even think, moaning shamelessly.

"Louder," he commanded. "I want the gods in the sky to hear you. I want everyone to hear my Queen moaning in pleasure for me."

She could feel the knot in her belly tightening, her walls squeezing him inside her, milking him.

They would all know she was his.

"You're going to cum for me, wife?" Daemon teased her. "Already?"

"Yes," Rhaenyra cried, trying to arch her hips to meet his.

It felt so good. He was everywhere.

"Please," she begged. "Please, make my cum. Daemon, please, I need it, I need it, please."

He grinned.

"Of course, my love. I'll make you cum," he promised, slamming himself into her. "Again, and again and again."

Rhaenyra's eyes rolled back as his fingers focused on taking away any sanity she had left.

"Until you're just a little dripping mess and I'm fully and truly satisfied."

She cried loudly when her orgasm hit her and Daemon didn't stop. Suddenly her whole body was being touched and stroked and played and kissed and pleasured.

Rhaenyra came again, and thrice in a row.

She had always indulged in pleasures, even when mother tried to coddle her, but this... this was torture.

Her mind was foggy, floating in her pleasure.

"Daemon," she cried. "Please!"

"More?" he teased her, not sounding close to finishing at all. "You want to cum again, little Queen? Want your husband to make you cum stupid again?"

Rhaenyra slammed her hand down her sheets.

"It's too much," she cried. "Please."

But he didn't stop.

"It's never too much," Daemon affirmed. "You are a goddess, you can take it."

Rhaenyra whined. Yes, she could take it.

She could also take torture with no end, survive everything that could be thrown at her.

But it didn't mean she had to!

"Please," she sobbed.

Rhaenyra could barely think. It was so much it almost hurt her.

Daemon's eyes changed. Softened.

"One more," it was his turn to plead. "Just one more, wife. Can you give that to me, hm? And I'll give you a moment to breathe."

She whined like a bratty child, but didn't stop him, nodding among her cries.

When she came again, he moaned along, and she felt something different inside her. Wet, hot, filling her to the brink.

Daemon's shadows let her go just as he fell on top of her, kissing her lips passionately as he moved his hips erratically.

The kiss slowed down, softening, until he was panting against her lips, and rested his forehead on hers.

Rhaenyra kissed him with pecks, his lips and chin and cheek, as Daemon moved them, pulling her to his chest, cuddling her close.

"My beautiful Queen," he praised, his cock still inside her as she lay completely on top of him.

She smiled, resting on his neck, and opened her eyes when he moved under her, letting out a surprised little sound.

"Look at that," he spoke.

She looked at his face, but he wasn't looking at her, so she followed his gaze.

Flowers on his floor. Four of them, large ones.

"Pomegranate flowers," Daemon chuckled. "One for each time I've made you peak."

Her cheek outrightly burned.

"Oh, gods," she hid in his neck.

He squeezed her.

"Us," Daemon giggled.

He caressed her back, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"I can't wait to fill this entire room with flowers," he promised her. "Until we can't walk on them."

Rhaenyra whined, embarrassed, but the idea made her all eager to do it.

"What if the floor is too covered?" she asked.

He hummed, kissing her cheek sweetly.

"Then we will pluck them, and decorate a room with them," he affirmed simply. "And then we'll fill it all over again."

Oh, she would love that idea.

Rhaenyra nuzzled his neck, feeling Daemon's hand caressing her back in circles as reality slowly set in them.

The pit in her was gone, filled at last.

But they had a long journey ahead. Her mother wouldn't be happy, her father either. Daemon could be right, they could team up and invade their home, try to take her away.

Still, Rhaenyra settled on top of him, relaxing.

Right now, she was his. Everything was fine.

#welldonebeca's ajorrāelagon series #daemyra #daemyra smut #daemyra angst #daemyra gods au #daemyra fluff #hades/persephone #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen fanfiction #daemon targaryen fic #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen smut #rhaenyra targaryen fanfic #rhaenyra targaryen x daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x rhaenyra targaryen

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kotamagic · 11 months

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There is so much going on in this week's Lore Olympus that I'm probably gonna need two posts to discuss it properly. ONWARD!

Zeus may have the title of King of the Gods, but let's not kid ourselves here. He is the king of adulterers. He is the ultimate runaway baby daddy.

FFS, with all that immortal power, can't he just magic up some contraception if he can't keep it in his fucking toga? Ugh!

I think Hades is both confused, but curious about the situation he's been presented with.

If his dreams are anything to go by, Hades wants a family with Persephone. It's been heavily implied that what he gave up to be King of the Underworld was his ability to sire children. The original myths say that he & Persephone have 2 kids --- Zagreus & Melinoe--- both of which were shown in his dream.

Raising Dionysus, even if temporarily, could give him a taste of being a dad. Maybe he could finally learn HOW to be a good dad, learning how he screwed up with Thanatos, and thereby being ready when his own kids with Persephone come about.

I'm not disagreeing with any of these points here. The whole secrecy thing while Zeus was in labor was Zeus' doing. But her insisting on keeping Dionysus instead of handing him over to the nymphs was all on her. (Also, didn't she say there haven't been nymphs on Mt Nysa for years?)

On one hand, it is a knee-jerk decision that Hades should have been consulted on. On the other hand, if she didn't make that decision then and there, who knows where Zeus would have taken Dionysus?

It can be hard to discuss sensitive subjects with a crowd. Persephone probably only wanted to mention this part to Hades. Better (a little) late than never, but at least the communication continues.

Thankfully, Hades is understanding, and asks only to be kept in the loop. Moreover, he reminds her that she IS entitled to her privacy, so the late information being divulged to him privately as opposed to semi-publicly is likely not only understandable, but appreciated.

Oh hi, Ares. Didn't hear you knock on the way in.

Confirmed that Thanatos is MIA.

Also, Ares with his new baby brother is kinda sweet.

Aaaannnndddd....... this week's cliffhanger is a potential visit to Leuce. Fantastic. Is the new baby coming along for this trip or nah?

Anyway, thanks for coming to my LO post! There is a part 2 coming up covering other stuff I didn't get to in this post.

#lore olympus #lo persephone #lo hades #lo dionysus #lo zeus #lo ares

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jadenight67 · 2 years

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This is literally for one person so. Strap in?

While watching the season premier of The Winchesters I was struck by a reoccurring thought:

God this is going to hurt when it ends

I mean how can it not? John and Mary are so young and the spark is there. Mary is full of such anger and hurt, longing for more than the hunter life. And John is a haunted man, desperately trying to find a greater good to fight for after being devastated by war. You can see the threads of who they are here and how their talents and flaws will snowball into the tragedy that their lives become. And that's not even mentioning Carlos and Latika; two vibrant characters who are conspicuously absent from the family history Sam and Dean know.

Some might ask, what's the point in telling a story if you know how it ends? Why rehash the history for a man who ultimately abused his kids and went against the wishes of the woman he loved. Why torment us with the tragedy of a woman who never was able to escape the generational trauma she was stuck in, and who was unable to prevent her children from suffering the same fate?

Because to know how it ends, and still sing it again. As if it might turn out this time. I learned that from a friend of mine.

Hadestown is hands down one of my favourite musicals ever written. It bends genre and breaks the fourth wall to provide a story rich in meaning and heart. When Hermes sings "It's a sad song, it's a sad tale, it's a tragedy" in the opening number, we know from the beginning exactly what story is being told. It is an old song, a sad song, a love song.

Over the course of the musical you watch as Orpheus and Eurydice make choices that pull them apart; Eurydice's need for more for security driving her into the arms of Hades and Orpheus' inability to see the world as it is revenge him from seeing the real problems they faced. And when it comes down to it, after all the struggling and triumph, after helping the gods dance again, doubt still creeps. And Orpheus looks.

And yet, in the final numbers, we see the stage reset, the story preparing to tell itself again. A literal representation in telling a story for the story's sake mirrored in the play being performed night after night. As if it might turn out this time. And so it goes, again and again being told as a reminder and a warning and for the sake of the story itself.

Thankfully, in our case Dean is no Orpheus, always doomed to turn and look. Here he is Hermes, the story teller, the one guiding us through a story we think we know. The Winchesters, much like the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice, has merit even if it may not appear relevant on the surface. While I doubt any of us will be forced to sing before the Lord of the Underworld, we will have to find the strength to push through an impossible situation. And while we may not be fighting demons and ghosts in our day to day lives, many of us have complicated relationships with family and must learn how to see them as more than just the harm they caused us, perhaps not forgiving but understanding for our own healing and growth. The Winchesters provides a unique opportunity for a character to take back the narrative and tell their story how THEY want, their voice guiding us forward.

There are other far better written meta on what exactly may be happening in The Winchesters, where exactly this story is going. For my part, all I can say is I look forward to seeing what story Dean would like to tell us, what old song he wants to sing for us again and again and again.

#supernatural #the winchesters #hadestown #holy fuck it's been a while #shity meta from a silly little theatre kid #did I cry thinking about the parallels between Mary as Eurydice and John as Orpheus #perhaps

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tsarisfanfiction · 2 years

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Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family, Romance Characters: Apollo, Will Solace, Nico di Angelo, Naomi Solace

Naomi Solace is performing at a black tie event, and neither her son nor his boyfriend know much about formalwear.

Day two of @solangeloweek “black tie event”; this prompt had me stuck for ages because I couldn’t think of a situation where they’d ever be likely to go to a black tie event, but I figured it out eventually. Timeline-wise, we’re post-TOA here.

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Will was fidgeting. The ace bandage had made a reappearance around his wrist, something his son only pulled out when he was particularly agitated and needed something to absent-mindedly fiddle with, and had been repeatedly wrapped and unwrapped throughout Apollo’s entire visit to camp and his children. Of course, ADHD was something that Will, like most demigods, had, so that by itself wasn’t enough to get more than a passing mental note, but the way Nico kept nudging him in the side as though he wanted Will to do something in particular caught Apollo’s attention and held it.

He didn’t act on it, though; whatever it was, it was Will’s business and Apollo might be curious, but he wasn’t about to push his son if he didn’t want to talk, no matter how blatant Nico’s hints grew throughout the day.

His son’s boyfriend, however, seemed to have no such qualms and as the shadows began to lengthen and Apollo realised he ought to leave sooner rather than later, Nico di Angelo grabbed Will by the bandage-free wrist and bodily dragged him until Apollo had two demigods standing in front of him after the rest of his children had bid him good evening and filtered towards the campfire.

Will had moved onto worrying his lower lip with his teeth, and Apollo frowned in concern.

“What’s wrong?” he asked; there had to be something wrong if Nico was physically intervening. The son of Hades knew better than to do that unless Will needed it.

His son’s cheeks had flushed faintly, a dusting of pale pink peeking out from beneath his freckles, and Will’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly.

“Will needs your help,” Nico told him after a moment, when it was clear that Will wasn’t going to find his voice.

“What’s wrong?” Apollo repeated again, more urgently as he gave his son a thorough visual inspection. There was no sign of injury, no pain crying out on the edges of his awareness, but that didn’t eliminate many possibilities in the grand scheme of things. “Will, are you okay?” He reached out and put his hands on his son’s shoulders, resisting the urge to drag him into a hug while he performed a more thorough check on his welfare.

Will’s cheeks flushed darker. “It’s nothing, Dad,” he mumbled, his voice managing to escape his throat again. Apollo was not at all reassured by the words when he was well aware that Will had a disposition for hiding things so as not to worry others. “I’m okay, I just…”

He trailed off, but Apollo was the god of music and his hearing was easily sharp enough to pick out the words past the stage a mortal would have found them audible. I just need some help with some clothes.

Whatever Apollo had been expecting, it certainly wasn’t that, and his immediate thought was why the two demigods – because Nico was clearly aware of whatever was causing this – had decided to ask him over the fashion-conscious members of cabin ten, or even the sensible and experienced Chiron.

That thought was almost instantly overtaken by a growing bubble of joy in his chest as he realised Will was asking him because he was his father, and trusted him to be able to help. He had to concentrate to make sure he didn’t flash like a lightbulb in delight; as his child, Will might not have his retinas permanently damaged by such a display, but Nico would be another matter entirely, as well as the other campers in the vicinity.

“I’d love to help!” he beamed, giving in to the urge to hug his son – and Nico, because Nico was still holding onto Will’s wrist, although his fingers had slipped down to tangle with Will’s, and Apollo wasn’t planning on pulling them apart – because it was the safest way to showcase his delight and relief. “Show me what you’ve got so far and I’ll see what I can do. Any particular theme?”

He was no Aphrodite, but he certainly kept up with fashionable trends. The fact that Will looked enough like his preferred appearance that the same things would look good on both of them definitely didn’t hurt.

“It’s one of Mom’s concerts,” Will told him from where he was squished against the side of Apollo’s throat, and Apollo reluctantly let him pull back so they could talk more easily. “She got requested to perform for some rich guys and it’s near here so she asked me and Nico to come, but it’s a black tie sort of thing and, well.” He shrugged, gesturing at his current ensemble of camp t-shirt, denim cut-offs and flip-flops. “I know nothing about formal clothes.”

Apollo glanced over at Nico, whose own pale skin had gained a splash of colour. “Is it just Will who needs my help?” he asked, and the son of Hades looked away.

“I know how to wear smart stuff,” the black-haired boy huffed, and Apollo let the subject drop for the moment, but made a mental note to revisit it once Will was sorted, because that was more of a half-truth than a full truth.

He turned his attention back to his son. Will was right that formal was definitely not his son’s usual style, or anything remotely close to it, but he also knew that Will would want to get it right, if not for himself, then for Naomi.

Black tie was particularly fussy to get right, and if Apollo was honest, not really his preference – but then again, he was a god who was supposed to stand out, not blend in seamlessly with peers, and while some sky blue accents to match Will’s eyes would look amazing on his son, it was a major faux pas for such a formal event.

“Well, let’s get started,” he said, already sizing up his son and imagining him in various shades of midnight blue, trying to find the perfect one.

“Now?” Will asked, eyes wide. Apollo detected some hope in them. “But the concert isn’t until-”

“Now,” Apollo confirmed, putting an arm around his shoulders and steering him towards the Big House. “This will take some time.”

At the last word, the look on his son’s face changed to one that could almost have been of horror.

“You’ll look fantastic when I’m done,” Apollo assured him. “Nico won’t be able to keep his eyes off of you all evening.” He sent a wink at the son of Hades, whose pale complexion was completely swallowed by crimson.

“Dad!” Will’s cheeks had reached the same colour, and Apollo squeezed him against his side briefly.

“It’s a perfectly natural reaction,” he promised with a smile. “I can assure you, you’ll only have eyes for Nico, too.” He refrained from providing personal anecdotes at the last moment; the boys were, after all, still minors by current societal standards and his own experiences of partners in formalwear had very different endings to the evening.

“I’m just gonna-” The rest of Nico’s words were swallowed up by shadows as he escaped the conversation, to a distressed noise from Will, who clearly hadn’t expected the abandonment.

Apollo wasn’t surprised that Nico had decided not to hang around for Will’s fitting, although if the son of Hades thought that meant he was escaping his own appointment afterwards, he was sorely mistaken. Regardless whether or not they were attending as an open couple or as closeted friends – a decision he would leave entirely in their hands – they were going to match if Apollo had any say in it at all.

“Did you have to do that?” his son sulked at him, cheeks stubbornly red even as blue eyes fixed him with a disapproving look.

“It’ll be better if he doesn’t see your look in advance,” Apollo advised, guiding Will across the threshold of the Big House and towards one of the lesser-used rooms. Once upon a time, back when the camp was new, it had been Asclepius’ bedroom; now, rather aptly, it was a long-stay room for those who needed extended medical attention. “First impressions only happen once!”

The next noise out of Will’s throat was a considering one, as though he hadn’t thought about it from that angle. Well, he was only fifteen, and this was his first properly formal occasion.

Apollo nudged his son into standing in the middle of the room – it was well-lit, one of the reasons he’d selected this particular lesser-used room – and persuaded him to stand as still as he could while he paced around him, gauging his son’s athletic build and visualising exactly where the seams would need to fall.

Then he snapped his fingers, and a Tom Ford outfit materialised on the bed. Not one of the biggest names in fashion – more up and coming than anything else – but both Naomi and Will were Texan. It felt natural to go with a Texan designer.

That nuance, understandably, escaped Will, who was staring at the midnight blue silk as though it was about to bite him.

“Try it on,” Apollo coaxed, and Will jerked.

“That?” he asked, as though he thought there might be something else Apollo was referring to.

Apollo smiled encouragingly at him. “That,” he confirmed.

“Do I want to know how much this is worth?” Will asked as he cautiously stepped forwards to touch the fabric. “No,” he decided before Apollo could even open his mouth to give an answer. “No, I don’t.”

Out of respect for his son’s modesty, Apollo averted his eyes as Will stripped off his regular attire and pulled on the formal clothing, only turning back around when his son let him know he was decent.

The sockless feet poking out from beneath the trouser hems were an amusing sight, but Apollo decided to focus on making sure the fit of all the fabric was perfect before details like adding socks – something he knew Will wasn’t going to be overly impressed with.

As he’d warned, sorting out the outfit, from the tuxedo and shirt to cufflinks and socks, took hours. Curfew had certainly passed by the time he deemed himself satisfied, and Will was obviously rather overwhelmed by the complexity of it all, but Apollo was confident that once the shock of wearing something smart had worn off, he’d be satisfied with how he looked, too.

Nico wasn’t going to know what hit him when he saw Will – and on that note, Nico was next.

The harpies didn’t dare bother Will as Apollo walked him – back in his usual, casual outfit with the black tie attire safely secured in Apollo’s palace on Olympus where no harm could possibly come to it ahead of time – back to cabin seven, via a detour to cabin thirteen so he could say goodnight to his boyfriend. Nico had managed to lose the blush in the interim hours, and Apollo tried not to seem like too awkward a chaperone as he let them bid each other goodnight before chivvying his son to bed where children of the sun were supposed to be during Artemis’ shift.

All children really ought to be asleep by then, but with Will absent and unaware, Apollo found it to be the best opportunity to get Nico sorted out, too – the son of Hades was far less reluctant about it without Will watching, no doubt because he wanted to surprise him – and they spent half the night arranging Nico’s own attire, before it was secreted away in the shadows, ready and waiting for the big day.

The big day – or, to be more precise, evening – was two months later, during which time Apollo had quietly reassured Naomi that Will and Nico both had appropriately black tie outfits, no she didn’t need to buy them anything, and also wrangled his own invitation to the event. He refused to miss any of it, from the boys’ reactions to each other to Naomi in her fabulous dress (he hadn’t had any say in that, unfortunately, but it was appropriately stunning for a stunning woman) and, of course, her performance.

Being able to be in multiple places simultaneously was, as always, incredibly useful, and Apollo utilised it to its full capacity as he helped both boys wrangle the delicacies of tying a bow tie – of course they had the real things and not imitation clip-ons – in their respective “dressing rooms” (Asclepius’ room and cabin thirteen) at the same time, whilst also dressing himself in an equally appropriate outfit up on Olympus. Neither of the boys knew he was going to be there, and he was planning on keeping it that way as long as possible – no need to distract them from the visions of each other.

Vision was the perfect word to describe both boys, and as Apollo stepped back from straightening Will’s black bow tie at the same moment he finished Nico’s, he knew his words from two months earlier would come true – neither of them would be able to take their eyes off of each other.

It was difficult to say which boy’s jaw dropped first when they finally caught sight of the other in full black tie regalia, and Apollo contentedly stepped back to watch and appraise the pair of them together.

Clad in identical midnight blue, the traditional black tie colour, shawl-lapelled tuxedoes cut crisp silhouettes while braided trousers fell precisely to their ankles. White pleated shirts met the waistband under black cummerbunds, and both boys’ shoes shone so much they could be used as mirrors.

The differences lay in their accessories; Nico, as always, wore his polished silver skull ring, and his cufflinks were equally polished silver. Will, as befitting a son of Apollo, was instead accessorised with gold cufflinks.

With both sets of wavy locks tamed – neither were quite long enough to tie back, to Apollo’s private disappointment, but there was a smooth sheen to Nico’s now slicked-back black hair, while Will’s golden waves seemed to almost glow in the setting sun – and weapons out of sight (Apollo was particularly proud of the way he’d concealed Will’s knife in the cummerbund without it showing any signs of its presence, yet easily accessible should his son need it; Nico’s Stygian Iron sword was stored in the shadows), they looked like respectable, high-class young men.

If Apollo snapped a few photographs with a camera Naomi had passed to him for that exact reason while they were too distracted by each other’s appearance to remember his presence, well, Will’s mother would be delighted.

He allowed them a few minutes of admiring each other, tints to their cheeks that they couldn’t quite blame on the sunset, before he reminded them of his presence. The concert was in New York, but Apollo had volunteered to get the boys there himself rather than risk their outfits by leaving them to travel by mortal means – the last thing anyone wanted was for them to be attacked, and Nico’s mention of shadow travel had been vetoed before he’s even finished mentioning it.

“Close your eyes,” he warned, placing a light hand on each boy’s shoulder, and as soon as they did so, he transported them directly outside of the venue. He also took that moment to merge with his self on Olympus, transforming his own appearance into his own attire for the evening.

“Dad, you- what?” Will asked, the first to open his eyes and see the change. Apollo grinned at him.

“I wouldn’t miss your Mom’s concert for anything,” he declared. “Shall we?”

He was delighted to see tension bleed from his son’s shoulders as the knowledge that he wasn’t going to be leaving them to navigate the high-class world of black tie events alone sank in. Even Nico looked relieved when Apollo materialised all three invitations in his hand and led the way to the entrance, breezing them all in without drawing too much attention to the boys.

Being a god, it was very easy to draw all eyes on him instead, no matter how amazing Will and Nico looked. A little bit of intentional presence leaking out, and the boys turned near enough invisible in his shadow, much to their clear relief.

Naomi was, as always, breath-taking. While Apollo was sat near the boys – absolutely by design, although he left them enough space to not crowd what was effectively a date – his attention was entirely on the gorgeous singer on the stage, reminded not for the first time why Will existed. Clad in a floor-length deep burgundy gown, with her dirty blond hair coiffed in a simple yet elegant style, the only thing more attractive than her appearance was her voice.

The boys more or less slipped under his radar for the entire time she was performing, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

It wasn’t until Naomi came over, her performance finished, that he let his attention fall back towards the demigods.

“They look fantastic,” Naomi commented quietly. “I don’t think I saw them take their eyes off of each other once.”

Apollo shrugged. “I was too enraptured watching you,” he admitted shamelessly and she laughed, a melodic sound that finally drew her son’s attention away from his sharply-dressed boyfriend.

“Mom, that was amazing!” Will almost stumbled as he stood, Nico’s quick reflexes catching his elbow.

Naomi glowed and peeled away from Apollo’s side to embrace her – their – son. “Thank you, darling.” She pressed a light kiss into blond waves before pulling back to inspect Will. “You look gorgeous, doesn’t he, Nico?”

Nico’s agreement was immediate, and Will blushed at the praise.

“Like mother, like son,” Apollo had to say, and Naomi laughed again.

“Like father, like son,” she returned, and Apollo might have preened a little at that while Will attempted to hide his face in an amused Nico’s shoulder.

“Mind the tux,” the son of Hades commented lightly, and got a mumbled shut up in response.

Naomi let out another melodic peal of laughter, hooking her arm through a very willing Apollo’s. “Don’t they look adorable together?” she asked. “They both wear formal clothes so well.”

“Absolutely,” Apollo agreed easily, leaning into the body pressed against his side and slipping an arm around Naomi’s waist. From the way she reciprocated the action, and the look in her eyes as she glanced at him, Apollo’s advances were clearly far from unwelcome.

Will, who had just lifted his head, let out a whine before burying his face back in Nico’s shoulder again. “I’m not sure how I feel about my parents flirting in front of me,” he muttered.

“Well, honey, you’ve got your own eye candy to focus on if you don’t want to see me appreciating mine,” Naomi chirped, and both boys flushed red. “Nico, darling, you look precious. I can understand why Will barely looked at me tonight.”

“Mom!”

“No need to be embarrassed, honey,” she assured him. “I know Nico was looking at you, too.”

“Ms Solace!” The call interrupted Nico’s stammered response and Apollo felt her sigh against him.

“The woes of popularity,” she commented, slipping out of Apollo’s hold. He let her go, but with no small amount of reluctance. “I’ll be back again later, boys. Enjoy yourselves in the meantime.”

Will and Nico both got light kisses to the hair, and Apollo had to consciously stop himself from glowing when her glossed lips made contact with his cheek.

Then she was gone, her burgundy dress slipping between the sea of dark tuxedos and evening gowns towards whoever had called her. Apollo watched her go until she was blocked from sight by the other bodies, before turning back to the boys.

His son’s face was a little screwed up, as though something was bothering him.

“That’s weird to watch,” Will muttered, and Apollo’s brain must have followed Naomi because his mouth didn’t wait for approval before speaking.

“There’s a reason you exist.”

Will’s face once again reacquainted itself with Nico’s shoulder. “Dad!”

“Well, I’m happy that reason exists,” Nico commented, and got a betrayed noise from his boyfriend, who straightened with a huff.

“This is very high on the list of things I never want to think about,” Will complained. “Can we please change the topic?”

Apollo chuckled, but acquiesced. “I’m going to go mingle for a while,” he said, eyeing the other guests. There were some familiar faces he wanted to touch base with while he had the excuse; Naomi Solace was not the only talent around, although she was the only one he had more than a talent scouting eye for that evening. It felt wrong even considering anyone else like that with her son in the vicinity. “Stay together and don’t touch the alcohol.”

He got matching eyerolls for his bit of responsible parenting, but neither boy protested the idea of him leaving them to fend for themselves for a while (not that he was going to completely ignore them; as minors they were supposed to be under supervision), so with one last, “be good,” he slipped away into the crowd.

Unsurprisingly, they immediately retreated into their own little bubble, and he watched them for a moment as they found some seats again and bent their heads together, quickly absorbed in a quiet conversation that was overlooked and ignored by the surrounding adults, before, satisfied, he shimmied over to his first conversation target.

They’d be fine. No-one should disturb them, and when it got too late, Apollo could whisk them back to camp and make sure they didn’t ruin their clothes taking them off half-asleep.

Then he could see how much of her time Naomi was willing to give him without the children around.

#solangeloweek #trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfic #pjo apollo #will solace #nico di angelo #naomi solace #solangelo #apollo/naomi #tsari writes fanfiction

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persephoneflowerpetals · 1 year

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An Introduction to Hades’ and Persephone’s Kids

I can’t draw for the life of me, but I sure can write lol! So here’s my best descriptions of what I think Hades’ and Persephone’s kids would be like!

1st born - Zagreus, Prince of the Underworld - He basically looks just like his father but he’s got his mother’s eyes. He’s kind like his mother too, but gets most of his bold personality from his father. He is very confident and wants to be powerful like his father. He loves to watch his father work and enjoys learning from him. He also wants to rule by his side when he grows up.

Fun Facts:

He looks a lot like Hades when he was younger.

He has fangs, but not all of his teeth are sharp like his father’s.

He inherited his father’s fire powers.

Because Hades is still God of the Underworld and Lord of the Dead, Zagreus still has to check in with his father about certain things when doing his godly duties since Hades has higher authority. He’s basically Hades’ second in command.

Zagreus introduces himself as “Prince of the Underworld” similar to how his father introduces himself as “Lord of the Dead” to people.

He’s a little bit of a “head head”, but not as much as his father.

He can be pretty protective over his little sisters sometimes, though, he argues with Melinoe the most.

2nd born - Melinoe, Goddess of Ghosts and Propitiation - She has a good mixture of both her mother’s and her father’s facial features, but she definitely has her father’s eyes. Her skin is bright white and her hair is pitch black and is very wispy and “smoke-like”. She is considered the “weird kid” and is very interested in the dead souls of the Underworld. She’s also a fan of the macabre and finds strange and dark things to be very fascinating. She has quite an odd and eccentric personality which tends to freak other people out (including her own family on occasion).

Fun Facts:

Her family calls her “Mel” for short.

Melinoe rules over the mortal souls that don’t make it to the underworld, instead living their afterlives on earth.

She has the power to bring spirits from the underworld to earth (or as some call it: raise the dead).

She liked to dabble in alchemy just like her father.

Many mortals are scared of her not only because of her personality, but because she’s associated with ghosts.

Melinoe is neurodivergent and has autistic traits. If autism were diagnosed back in ancient Greece she’d most likely be on the autism spectrum.

Melinoe despises people who disrespect the dead, hence why she’s goddess of propitiation.

Her only friends are mortals, but Hades does not approve of them and worries they are keeping her from her “true potential” as a goddess.

3rd born - Macaria, Goddess of Blessed Death - She looks a lot like her mother. She has light purple skin, dark purple hair and magenta eyes. She is very sweet and kind just like Persephone and cares for both the living and the dead. She’s also babied a lot by her parents because she’s the youngest. She likes to spend her time gardening with her mother in Asphodel Meadows and interacting with the mortal souls there.

Fun Facts:

Her family calls her “Mac” for short.

Hades is protective of all of his children, but is very protective of Macaria the most because she is his youngest daughter and she reminds him a lot of her mother.

When she eventually earns her role as Goddess of Blessed Death, she becomes the caretaker of Asphodel Meadows.

She is the kindest and friendliest of her siblings.

When she gets older she becomes more of the voice of reason with her siblings.

She has a few agriculture powers like her mother. She can mainly make flowers.

#hercules #disney #disney hades #hercules oc #persephone #disney oc #hades #hades disney #hades x persephone #fanchild #disney next gen #melinoe #zagreus #macaria #persephades #hades hercules #hercules movie/series au

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cutesilyo · 8 months

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your dearest kin, below the skin — a pjo fanfic

Somehow, while going through the set of books about his son's future exploits, Poseidon had gotten the idea that Percy would eventually shape up to become perfectly obedient, loyal, and respectful to the gods. So when a new arrival slammed the doors open and Annabeth Chase gasped in delight, all Poseidon could do was lean back in his seat with a wide grin on his face.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Percy said, obviously exhausted.

Poseidon felt a bit faint, and he vaguely recognized the demigods sharing popcorn at their feet.

TAGS: Humor, Family, Family Dynamics, Family Drama, Mild Swearing, Reading the Books, Without Them Actually Reading the Books, Percy Jackson is So Done, Good Parent Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Crack Treated Seriously

Also available on: AO3

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It was a normal day in the throne room when Percy Jackson finally appeared.

Or, you know, as normal as it could be when demigods from the future arrived with a stack of books and orders from the Fates that they needed to “process its events” and “re-evaluate the relationships between the Olympians and their children”, whatever that meant. Hestia had noticeably perked up at that news, while Hera rolled her eyes so far back that Poseidon was surprised she hadn’t ended up permanently staring at the back of her skull. Poseidon himself didn’t really see how the books could help with the Fates’ goals, but he wasn’t about to argue. After Zeus was assured that he’d find whoever stole his stupid Master Bolt by going through the chapters and convinced that yes, Hades had to be summoned from the Underworld if they wanted to do things right, he had allowed them to begin the reading with a childish huff.

If the Fates wanted them to better their family relations, this was certainly an interesting way to go about it. As they read more chapters and more demigods joined in, it had become increasingly evident that things were going to get worse before they were going to get better. Poseidon grew apathetic to the new flavor of godly infighting the third time that Zeus blew up at something the book said, which — all things considered — happened a lot farther along the first chapter than he expected. He almost felt some sort of brotherly pride, had he not been completely overcome with grappling something else.

More than anything, Poseidon was restless to see his son. How had he grown? How was he faring? And, most importantly, how much did he identify with the demigods’ obvious resentment of the gods? He felt fairly confident that Percy was loyal to them, and Athena’s daughter had been making comments that alluded to a close father-son relationship in the few times she’d spoken. And even more damningly, if the withered tendrils tying him back to his old powers of prophecy were correct, all this together meant that Percy would become a great hero for Olympus.

So surely, this meant that his son was a shining beacon of light that exemplified how the demigods were at their best when they pledged their allegiance in service of the gods. Scratch that, his son was definitely being built up to be the hero of the looming Great Prophecy — he simply had to be on their side.

As they kept reading about Percy's exploits and how much he had suffered during his quests, Poseidon only felt more and more secure in his belief that Percy Jackson had the forgiveness of a saint. He had certainly inherited his mother’s goodness and tenacity, and it was clear that his drive to continue serving the gods despite everything had obviously inspired the rest of the demigods to do the same. Honestly, Poseidon didn’t even know how Percy could handle everything that he’s been through; if he was in his position, he probably would have defected just like Hermes’ boy did. But that only made Poseidon all the more proud. Whenever Percy arrived, he would definitely put all the other demigods in line and remind them of how gratifying it was to fight for the Olympians.

So when the doors slammed open and Annabeth Chase gasped in delight, all Poseidon could do was lean back in his seat with a wide grin on his face.

Percy Jackson took one look at the throne room, stared straight into Zeus’ eyes, and let out a huge groan.

Poseidon’s grin slipped.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Percy said, obviously exhausted. “I told you I was off-limits for the rest of the month, and I meant it! All I asked for was no quests, no impromptu visits, no sudden teleportations into my apartment, no bothering me when I’m doing camp duties, and certainly no summons to Olympus! Are you seriously that desperate that you’re willing to hold my friends hostage just for me to do your bidding?”

The throne room was in stunned silence. Zeus overcame his flustered state first, a thunderstorm brewing in the room. “Boy, how dare you speak to me like that—”

But Percy talked over the King of the Gods like it was nothing. “Zeus, please, we’ve been over this,” he said exasperatedly, holding his palm up like he was talking to a toddler. ”You have to respect my boundaries when I set them. Otherwise, we just can’t have a good working relationship, and where would that leave you?”

Zeus was so dumbfounded the storm disappeared. Aphrodite dropped her compact mirror. Hermes actually looked up from his phone. Apollo was in so much shock that his light dimmed. For the first time in recorded history, Athena’s jaw was on the floor. Poseidon felt a bit faint, and he vaguely recognized the demigods sharing popcorn at their feet.

Through a particularly large mouthful, the elf-like Son of Hephaestus said, “That’s the good stuff right there.” The demigods around him nodded sagely in agreement.

This must be a trick, Poseidon thought helplessly. Someone must have used magic to impersonate his son. Perhaps an eidolon possession. Impressively powerful charmspeak. Maybe he’ll wake up and this will all have been a prank by Morpheus or something. There is no way that the future hero of the Great Prophecy was someone so . . . inflammatory! That his son, that Sally Jackson’s son, was someone stupid and impulsive enough to so nonchalantly talk back to the King of the Gods in his own throne room in the full presence of all of the elder gods and Olympians—

Ichor drained from his face as he recalled all that they had read of Percy from the books so far. Poseidon cursed internally as every single time he talked back to one of his fellow immortals and every single time Sally talked back to him flashed in his mind. He had been so caught up in the joy of learning about his only demigod son that he forgot about the sea’s unruly nature.

Suddenly feeling drained, Poseidon sighed. “Perseus, if you could please refrain from getting yourself blasted . . .”

Percy turned to face him, his eyes swirling with a ferocity so reminiscent of Kymopoleia’s storms that Poseidon could feel himself immediately developing a migraine out of habit. “Dad, don’t tell me you’re in on this,” he said, betrayed. “I don’t know what else you want from me. You already keep me so busy helping out with Atlantis, and you promised you’d help me keep them off my back.”

Hades raised an eyebrow. Dionysus mumbled something about pitying my future self, oh my and surely father will let me get drunk at least once.

“I did?” Poseidon said.

“You did!” Percy whined, practically pouting. “You even said you’d let me annoy Triton my entire stay next time I visited!”

Poseidon melted a bit. Even in his older state, his son was so adorable — and a lot less cold to him than the other demigods were to their own respective parents. He even all but said that he was regularly visiting his kingdom. He could see why his future self allowed his impertinence, even if it said impertinence was to extreme degrees.

Whoa, hold your horses, Poseidon thought. This is the child of the prophecy. The Great Prophecy itself. A bit of snarkiness is cute from a demigod, but this is the hero that holds the fate of Olympus in his hands. Shouldn’t you be a bit concerned?

Then he took a moment to look at his son’s puffed-up cheeks and promptly struggled to think clearly about the situation at all.

Percy, who was not privy to his father’s internal crisis, crossed his arms and continued. “And now I find all my friends sitting down at your feet? I really expected better from you, Dad. Though I guess it wouldn’t be the first time a god forgot about their promises . . .”

Poseidon winced. But before he could clarify that he was not the Poseidon of Percy’s present, a loud scoff echoed in the room.

“You forget your place, demigod,” Hera sneered. “We are gods. We are not beholden to you.”

Percy narrowed his eyes at her. “Oh, please. You say that like you didn’t come crawling to my feet for the last Great Prophecy, my lady,” he said, mockingly, seemingly oblivious to how most of the gods were now glowering at him. Artemis had split her arrow in two. Percy barreled on. “Anyway, I’m not listening to the words of some cow dung goddess. Let’s just get things over with so you can send me and my friends back home.”

Ares banged his spear on the floor. He roared, “Why, I ought to send you to Tartarus, punk!”

“I’ve already been to Tartarus, dipshit. Try again,” Percy deadpanned, like it was as simple as walking through the park. The temperature in the throne room plummeted, and the gods stared at him, unsure what to make of this information. Apollo, apparently sensing the truth in his words, sent Poseidon a pitying look — which just made him feel worse, really. This boy was going to age him centuries prematurely and he hadn’t even done much more than open his mouth.

In the oppressive silence, Percy simply rolled his eyes. “Come on. You know this. I know you know this. Or is it so ridiculously beneath the Olympians to make note of any mortal affairs that you’ve already forgotten?”

The gods collectively bristled while the demigods collectively frowned, with Aphrodite’s girl grasping Annabeth Chase’s hand in a gesture of comfort. Either that or she holding her back from starting a knife fight, who could really tell?

Finally, Jason Grace stood. “Percy,” he said hesitantly. “These aren’t the gods we know.”

“This apathetic self-centeredness feels plenty familiar to me,” Percy said. Nico di Angelo audibly face-palmed, while Thalia Grace snorted in laughter. Poseidon let in a sharp inhale, which Percy must have taken as an insult rather than the worry that it was, as his son aimed a small, crooked smile at him. “Sorry, dad. You know it’s true.”

“What your friend means, Perseus, is that we are from a different time than you,” Hestia explained kindly. The fire she was tending to was colored yellow in delight, obviously amused and pleased at Percy’s presence. She gestured toward the set of books next to her. “All of you demigods are from further down the timeline. We are in the Olympus of your past: spending our time learning about your life, and in turn, learning about the coming war.”

“And, uh, just for clarity’s sake, we didn’t kidnap your friends, alright? Blame the Fates,” Hermes added hastily, making a vain attempt to cover all of their bases. “So don’t get mad at us for something we didn’t do.”

Poseidon could practically hear Percy’s snarky comeback already, and signaled the boy to keep quiet. All for naught, apparently, because one raised eyebrow was enough to get the message across. Even Hephaestus was starting to glare at Percy distastefully, having paused from his incessant tinkering, which really showed how much he had gotten on everybody’s nerves. Poseidon was torn between being proud at how effortlessly he had rankled the council or being desperate to make Percy shut up by any means necessary.

From the nervous way that Hazel Levesque was eyeing the room, it looked like someone else understood his torturous plight.

“That explains why Olympus looks so different,” Percy said instead, his voice light. “Un-razed.”

The gods shuddered. “Don’t even joke about that, young man,” Demeter warned.

“Let me blast him, just a little,” Zeus muttered.

“No blasting,” Poseidon said sharply.

“A tiny taste of incineration won’t hurt,” Hades suggested.

“No incinerating either,” Poseidon bit out, his grip on his trident tight. He whirled around to stare at Percy, who was looking far too comfortable at the prospect of certain death by means of divine retribution. “No saying anything worth getting incinerated over.”

Percy shrugged, which — strictly speaking — wasn’t a yes. Poseidon made eye contact with Annabeth Chase, as he had been making a habit of during the reading, and she shook her head as if to say that picking a fight with Percy over this was a futile waste of his time.

He tried thinking of this positively. He tried, he really did.

“At least give my friends some chairs,” Percy said loudly, to which Poseidon started massaging his temples. At the appearance of a set of plastic chairs, his son even had the gall to wrinkle his nose. “What are we, some randos coming over for a Sunday barbecue on the front lawn? We’re on Olympus. Apollo literally has a bean bag collection at his palace.”

Apollo brightened. “You mean I finally get around to it in the future?”

Athena pursed her lips. “You seem quite familiar with the gods, Percy Jackson.”

“Too familiar,” Dionysus muttered.

“How familiar, I wonder,” Aphrodite purred.

Artemis shot the love goddess a look of disgust.

“Please just give my friends good chairs,” Percy said, blearily. “If we’re really going through the drama of reliving our traumatic experiences with literal war just for the Fates’ amusement, you could at least give your children a seat. I don’t think you guys realize how much backpain saving the world gives you.”

Zeus slammed his fists on the throne, crackling with static electricity. “So Olympus is saved in your future. The gods prevail. A fact that your friends did not deign to mention.”

Annabeth Chase immediately stood. “The Fates were clear about needing to learn about the war through the experience of a demigod. Knowing that we win isn’t relevant to that.” Her eyes twitched for a moment before adding, “If you allowed us to speak more, we could have explained that to you, my lord.”

Athena butted in before Zeus could call either lightning or monsters to kill her daughter. “The phrasing is impertinent, but she is correct, Father. If we are fated to preserve anyway, then the Fates would have no reason for intervention. There must be other factors at play that they wish for us to examine; it seems the goal is to better the outcome, not necessarily to reverse it fully.”

Disgruntled but apparently mollified, Zeus leaned back in his seat. “Fine. However, I still do not see the benefits of this exercise. We have not even properly dived into the war yet, only seen its harbinger! Barely any deaths! What we have learned will hardly be of use in battle.”

Some of the demigods seemed stricken. Nico di Angelo was openly glaring at the king.

Percy cleared his throat. “So, let me get this straight. The Fates bring together the Olympians — from the Winter Solstice after Zeus gets his bolt stolen, I assume, since he isn’t holding it right now — and the relevant demigods during the wars, where we’re all supposed to read about my experience as a demigod? Which just so happens to also include the wars?”

Hera scowled. “Has that not been obvious?”

“The boy arrived five minutes ago,” Poseidon argued.

“And right now, you’ve already reached the quest I went on to save Annabeth,” Percy stated. “The one during the Winter Solstice, when we met the Hunters and found Bessie.”

“The one where I was finally introduced!” Apollo grinned. “I’ve personally been sensing that a major development in the Great Prophecy will be coming in this book. I am so excited to go through the last few chapters.”

“Which means that at this point, you’ve read about Ares being influenced by Kronos, Luke defecting, the army of demigods and monsters on the Andromeda, Kronos reforming, Thalia reviving, Annabeth holding up the sky, Atlas on the move, and Bianca dying.” Percy turned to look at his friends. “Have I missed anything?”

“Zoe died a few chapters ago,” Thalia added.

“The minor gods have started defecting as well, I believe,” supplied Reyna.

“Oh, also the misery of having to live feeling abandoned by your parents and having to face death every day you spend alive?” Frank suggested. “It’s a general theme we keep circling back to.”

“Yes, yes, and I’m sure it was a very harrowing series of events for all of you involved,” Zeus dismissed, conveniently ignoring the way that both Hermes and Hades were glowering at him from their thrones. “Let us be done with this quickly.”

Percy tilted his head. “You mean you somehow got through all that and you still don’t get it?”

“We would appreciate it if you would get to the point, boy,” Dionysus drawled. The other gods nodded in agreement.

There was a brief moment, Poseidon observed, where Percy looked to Annabeth Chase before he responded. It was a short moment, the slightest passage of time, where it seemed like an entire conversation had taken place between the two young lovers. By the barest furrow of his brow, Percy was asking Annabeth for her approval before launching into action. And Annabeth responded, with the quaintest quiver of a smile, giving her blessing.

Poseidon probably should have known what was coming, given what he had known of Annabeth from the books and from reading the books with her, but he let himself be lulled into a false sense of security anyway. Surely, Poseidon thought, this Athena spawn isn’t going to let my child do something stupid.

Percy took a deep breath.

“You’re all so stupid,” he said.

Poseidon let out a long, weary exhale. He took a brief moment to accept that the goody-two-shoes son that he envisioned in his head was nothing more than a crazy delusion. And with a wave of his hand, he formed a water shield around Percy just in time to protect him from Zeus’ inevitable lightning strike.

The blast echoed throughout the room, partnered with the demigods’ cries of alarm. To his credit, the way that Percy raised his arms showed the foresight to brace himself, but Poseidon knew — from the way that the air around Zeus was vibrating with ozone and electricity — that his brother had been pushed too far.

In his peripheral vision, he spotted the other demigods rushing to crowd around his son in their concern. Percy waved them off with a smile, but the way he was leaning on Annabeth suggested that even he was shaken by the turn of events.

“Poseidon,” boomed Hera, in place of a king too furious to speak, “This bastard son of yours has offered us nothing but disrespect and disdain ever since he had stepped foot on Olympus. We cannot accept such treason, especially not from the prophecy child. Be wise and let him be punished at once.”

For a brief moment, father and son locked eyes. There was gratefulness in Percy’s expression, yes, but he also looked confused. Like he didn’t understand why his own father would try to prevent him from being harmed.

The water called back to him, swirling around him in a vicious hurricane. He stood, and his trident flew to his hand. Vaguely aware that he couldn’t release too much of his power unless he wanted the demigods to vaporize in front of him, Poseidon turned his back towards the council.

He walked towards his son. The demigods, rather than dispersing, only stood closer by Percy.

Poseidon reached out, and Percy — in a move so subtle it would have been unnoticeable for anyone but a god — flinched back.

And inside Poseidon, something shifted.

“Poseidon,” Hera repeated.

“At ease, sister,” Poseidon said. The hurricane faded away. Slowly, he faced the gods. “Lest you forget that this bastard son of mine is the child of the prophecy and he obviously chose to keep Olympus standing. Despite how he may seem, I believe he has our best interests at heart. Even though we have given him every reason to instead be led astray.”

“Dad?” Percy asked.

Poseidon looked at him, and he saw Percy at twelve, thirteen, fourteen — a little mourning boy aching and breaking for someone to give him a home. The way that his friends crowded around him showed that he found one, eventually, but the god doubted that any of the pantheon had been of any help for that. “You don’t trust us that much, do you?”

Percy gave him a look. “I literally just got blasted.”

He only shook his head. Poseidon met eyes with the rest of the demigods, who stared back with determination, grit, and thinly-veiled suspicion. War heroes, all of them, but to him they only looked so small. “I speak of all the children in this room. You may acknowledge us as your parents, fight for us in familial loyalty, and even be willing to risk your short lives for our cause. But you do so with a conflicted heart. And that is a reflection of our failure.”

The demigods’ silence was enough answer as any. Zeus’ voice was, uncharacteristically, muted and grave. “Brother, we had agreed long ago to cease discussion on this. We had agreed there was no point.”

“And what had that gotten us?” Poseidon argued. “Greek civilization as we know it is dead. All we have left is our children. You cannot tell me that this does not move you.”

“Be that as it may, you cannot tell me that we can change,” Zeus said. “The very nature of immortality is to resist it. I do not care if the old Greeks are dead. We move with the heart of the West, and we have done very well since then without shifting too much of our ways.”

“Then you are blind,” exploded Poseidon. “Not only in this. You are as blind to your duties to your family as our father was to his. And I, for one, refuse to be as misled as you both are.”

Hades scoffed. “Please, you only want to save face because your son is here.”

“And were it your son in his stead, you would do the same!” Poseidon breathed out a heavy sigh, massaging his temples in a vain attempt to assuage his frustration. “Of course I would speak out because Percy is here. We know that he will become the hero of the Great Prophecy and we know that he will save Olympus. I thought that meant he was unfailingly loyal to us and that any disrespect shown by the demigods here was the result of his absence. I was wrong.”

Hera raised an eyebrow. “You’re calling him treasonous after all?”

“No,” Poseidon smiled. He gestured Percy to come forward. With another nod from Annabeth spurring him on, Percy stood beside him — a bit of his wariness fading away as he looked at him with pride. And that, more than anything, told Poseidon he was on the right track. “I’m calling him right. We are stupid. We’ve let tradition needlessly hold us back from showing our kids we care, and we are being shown that continuing it will lead to our near-destruction.”

“And before anyone says that near-destruction doesn’t sound too bad,” Percy butted in, because of course he did, “I think my life is a pretty good argument against that.”

Zeus leaned back on his throne, disgruntled but otherwise unwilling to further escalate into a fight. “We’ll see about that, Perseus.”

“I’m sorry, didn’t you just read about me and Annabeth holding up the sky?” Percy demanded.

Poseidon cleared his throat. “What I mean to say is that treating the demigods’ wariness around us is a problem to solve, not a threat to vanquish. It is becoming clear that examining this, rather than waiting for the book to tell us of future battle strategy, is the key to a decisive win in war.”

Then he glared across the room, making sure every god that met his eyes knew that he was committed to this — to his son, at least, if to nobody else. “And if by any reason one of you would resort to harming a child of Olympus when their presence here is Fates-mandated to bring us a better outcome in the wake of the Great Prophecy, wouldn’t the rest stand and realize that would be the most treasonous thing of all?” He challenged.

Everyone broke out into shushed whispers at that: the demigods in muted astonishment, the gods in grumbling agreement. Beside him, Percy muttered, “That was sick.” Poseidon didn’t know what to make of that. Was that a compliment, in the mortal world? He hoped it was. But it sounded so bad. Oh Fates, he really needed to connect more with his son.

Finally, one of Hestia’s flames flared out loudly and brightly, no doubt one of the rare times his sister found it prudent to gather the whole throne room’s attention.

She clapped her hands, a small smile gracing her face. “My family, I cannot express how glad I am at this turn of events. It would be good if we kept this discussion in mind as we move forward with the rest of the books. Might I suggest a brief recess before we finish this quest’s final chapter?”

Nobody argued with that. Poseidon breathed a sigh of relief.

Percy perked up. “And how about the—”

“Yes, yes,” Zeus grumbled. “We will arrange proper seating arrangements from now on.”

It was a start.

—

Night drew the day’s reading to a close. The gods had a hard look in their eyes, and Apollo patted him on the back before disappearing to his chambers. Poseidon chose to linger, feeling heavy, watching the demigods give Percy the enthusiastic welcome they weren’t given a chance to do in the terse tension of the throne room.

I choose the prophecy, his far too young son had said. Poseidon had known this, of course he had, but it still felt like a wave crashing into him. It made sense why the Fates brought him in now. It was when the prophecy would finally take shape, and everything was meticulously poised for Percy to grasp it with his own hands. He would claim victory with a bloody, bloody price. Poseidon ached just thinking about it.

In the midst of the celebration, he met eyes with Annabeth Chase. And with a soft grace that he would forever be thankful for, she quickly led the rest of the demigods to take their leave.

Poseidon and Percy were left alone.

He took a harrowing breath. “My son—”

“Thanks for sticking up for me,” Percy blurted out. “I just wanted to put that out there first.”

“You’re welcome, but I was never going to let Zeus take you from me.” Poseidon sighed. “I thought it was difficult enough just reading through your ordeals. Now I have to make sure you get out alive from here as well. You’re making my years wear down on me, child.”

Percy raised an eyebrow. “Finally feeling your age?”

“Ha,” Poseidon deadpanned. He laid a hand on Percy’s shoulder. “I’m serious. You’re a lot more trouble than you might think.”

Percy shrugged his hand off. “Probably would’ve been better off with a more obedient kid, yeah?”

“No. I never — no,” Poseidon said, caught off-guard and upset. Percy only stared at him, face blank and inscrutable, and that only made his pain feel all the more raw. “I’m sorry. What I mean is that a hero’s fate is rarely happy. I hate knowing that this is true for you, and for it to be at the extent that the Fates are stepping in . . . Percy, I’m afraid for you.”

Oddly, Percy’s mouth twitched up at that. “I’m right here.”

“I’m afraid things will get worse,” Poseidon confessed. “I care for you too much to lose you.”

Then Percy moved closer, arms wide, and Poseidon wondered if he did anything wrong again this time, until he realized — oh, his son was pulling him into a hug. Tentatively, he returned it, careful not to grip too hard. Percy was here, and he was warm, and alive. In this moment nothing else mattered but that. If any of his fellow gods loved their children as fiercely as Poseidon loved Percy now, he couldn’t fathom any of them thinking that the Ancient Laws still had any merit. Not when what little they’ve read so far already showed how much the demigods suffered before the war even started, and certainly not after everything they would know once the reading was over.

“See? Zeus was wrong,” Percy said, his voice a bit muffled from where Poseidon was holding him dear and close to his heart. “You can change.”

Poseidon smiled. “Only because you believe we can, my son.”

—

At the next day’s reading, Poseidon ignored his throne to sit beside the children.

“Brother,” Zeus warned.

“What?” Poseidon said innocently, eyes twinkling. “These bean bags are much more comfortable.”

Beside him, Percy laughed, and that was all the reward in the world.

#pjo #pjo fanfic #percy jackson #poseidon #mine

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who is your favourite character in record of ragnarok and twisted wonderland? And what do you think would be their type? Any headcanons you have that you usually don't see others write but you wish there was more?

Hello there, Anon! I love the questions you had asked me, and it took me a while to figure them all out, but I wrote them down as I thought, so they may be a but lengthy. Anyways, I hope I answered your questions good!

Okay, so I have quite a few favorites within both fandoms, so I'll seperate them based on species/dorm!

Twisted Wonderland

Heartslabyul: Riddle Rosehearts ~ His character is super adorable with how his face gets red when he gets mad, and I find his constant need to follow the rules funny. It's not like the Queen of Hearts is gonna kill you, she's basically dead anyways! Savanaclaw: Jack Howl ~ He's just adorable, and he reminds me of my male best friend because he's quite defensive about his reputation, but with people he cares about, he's awesome! Octavinelle: Azul Ashengrotto ~ Azul is one of my favorite characters in general because of how smart, yet sensitive he can be. Like when he had overblotted because of MC and the others tearing up his contracts he worked hard on, it's understandable and relatable. Also, his fear of his weight makes me pity him as a chubby person myself, but I love the way he gains confidence! Scarabia: Jamil Viper ~ Jafar is one of my favorite characters in the whole Disney canon, so having Jamil as one of my favorites shouldn't be surprising. I love his design and I absolutely love his journey, he's good at cooking and he's amazingly loyal to his family and friends, he's husband material. Pomefiore: Rook Hunt ~ I love Vil, but Rook's character overall is so much fun to read and write for. I love his design to freaking much, like his hat, so cute, the fact that he came from Savanaclaw to Pomefiore, very unique and cool, I also adore his frenchness, it shows relation to the film's original location and written place. Ignihyde: Ortho & Idia ~ I couldn't choose between the two of them, their dynamic together is so fucking cute, like I can't. I also love introverts, I find them adorable, and having a very extroverted sibling just makes it extra cute!! Diasomnia: ALL FOUR ~ Like with the previous duo, I cannot choose between all three. I love Malleus, he's a very fun character, and with how oblivious and willing to learn he is, he's awesome. Lilia is just great, he's an amazing father to both Silver and Malleus, and the way he looks after Sebek like his own, cute!! Silver and Sebek are similar, adorable children that we must protect. Staff: Divus Crewel ~ All I have to say is: Monochrome King RSA: Che'nya ~ Personally, I love the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland (1951), he's just an amazing example of an anti-hero, and the way he teases Riddle and Trey just for laughs is super cute and shows how much he truly cares for the two as his friends.

Record of Ragnarok

Abrahamic Pantheon: Beelzebub ~ I prefer him over a lot of different Gods, so much so he's in my top 10 favorite characters throughout the whole fandom. But, I love how careful he is, he seems to care about others enough to where he tries protecting them from distancing himself, but that's also a flaw, otherwise, he's just a decent person in general, despite wanting Humanity's end. Buddhism Pantheon: Buddha ~ He's just so much fun. He loves to mess around and tease others, which is something I love to do, which kinda draws people towards me (I'm an unfortunate people-magnet), and I also love how he's so laid-back, you gotta love those chill peeps. Hindu Pantheon: Shiva ~ I love his love of the art-form dance. Dance is something that has a bunch of different forms, and the way that he just takes that passion and made it his own unique thing was inspiring! Greek Pantheon: Heracles / Apollo / Hades ~ I love all three of these guys, so it was hard to decide between them. Hades is a family man and cares for his brothers no matter what, Apollo is a decent person and doesn't judge for looks, but by personality, and Heracles is just an amazing example of the word 'hero'. Norse Pantheon: Thor ~ I just love his character in general, he seems to value his family and title, he even showed sympathy to killing Lü Bu, and I found that to be an amazing addition to showing the humanity in the Gods. I also adore his design, red is one of my favorite colors behind blue and black, so having long red hair? Yes. Human Fighters: ALL ~ No competition, they all rule. Lü Bu shows care for his army, Adam loves his 'children' despite their wrongdoings, Sasaki has a strong will of never giving up despite challenges, Jack will do seemingly anything to protect those he cares for, even if they don't care for him back, Raiden's care for Thrud was so heartwarming, he warned her to stop the Völundr to save her life, and (technically) Zerofuku, he's just a baby that was let down the wrong path, he needs guidance, and I believe that if he had the right teacher, his life would've been way better. Valkyries: Göll ~ She's just so god-foresakenly cute!! I feel like my heart's gonna explode everytime she looks concerned for both Humanity and the Gods fighting, she's so much more human with her emotions than other characters, it's amazing.

Their types all vary, but I'll probably make a list on each dorm/pantheon and their types later on because this is starting to get very lengthy and my hands are cramping badly, so to keep my hands in tact and this post short-er, I'll answer your final question.

I believe there should be more Male! Readers, as there are mostly either Female or Gender Neutral. Like males can read the GN, but like, pretty much all the Male! Readers I find are NSFW and not SFW. I believe there should be more of those, but like I said, GN does work relatively well.

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LO RANT: Possible Trauma Dumping(?)

I’m sorry y’all I know you’re tired of seeing me but it really really irks me how Thanatos got treated as a child. Mainly because it reminds me so much about the relationship between my own parents and how much I relate to Thanatos so much.

Let me explain, back when I was a little younger and impressionable I used to look up to my parents like they were the best thing ever, nothing and no one could compare to my parents because I truly believed they were the best people on Earth. I loved them so much it hurt, but then they started becoming very distant with me specifically. They left the room when I walked in, their conversations would stop, they would turn off the TV or even turn it up on me, basically do everything in their power to absolutely ignore me or get me to go away. I was so confused around this time because I didn’t think I did anything to them, I was always on my best behavior and I never gave them problems, I would comfort them when they needed it, ask them about their day, defend them, I did it all. Yet their attention was only ever on my younger sister and brother, and don’t get me wrong I love them dearly there’s no doubt about that, but around the time they weren’t the best acting kids cause they were young but my parents had all the patient, love, attention, encouragement, and everything for them. They’d be in the same room as my parents laughing and having a wonderful time before I walked in and “ruined” everything. They loved them, yet they kept complaining about how all of us were terrible kids and how we make everything hard for them, they said more things I’m not going to say but it was mostly pertaining “our” behavior. Around the time that they started sharing their complaints with us I worked even harder to be a good kid, I did everything I was supposed to and worked myself without asking for their help just so I could get their attention. But it would never go to me, just them. My siblings could run all over my parents but if I even cried in front of them they’d be irritated and not want to deal with me.

Anyways, you might be wondering “winnie.. what does your childhood have to do with this LO rant?” and I’ll be happy to ease you of your wonders don’t worry. Basically, the parallel I was trying to show was the fact that Hades moaned and groaned about not being fertile enough for kids and wanting to have children and a family yet the perfect opportunity to actually have a son of your own comes by and he treats him like shit. My parents also moaned and complained about how their children were absolutely horrible spoiled brats that always needed to be punished while ignoring me, the kid who was actually trying for them, I know they’re a little different but you see what I’m trying to say here right? It irks me on how Hades just doesn’t except baby Thanatos even though he was literally like a toddler or something. It was easy to see that Thanatos looked up to you and he wanted so desperately for you to notice him but instead he decided he wasn’t worthy or he wasn’t what he wanted. I think that’s really fucked up, it reminds me of those pro-lifers who remind everyone to adopt babies instead of aborting them but don’t even contribute anything to adopting children of their own. Just because a child is not biologically yours does not mean you should treat them like they’re some sick disease you need to stay away from, he could’ve just went and got someone else to care for Thanatos if he genuinely didn’t believe he would be a good father but instead he exploited Thanatos at a young age and used his impressionable image of him to his advantage. Obviously Thanatos would’ve did anything Hades would say because he was a baby and he genuinely believed Hades was like a father.

One other thing that ticked me off is that it just hits close to home for me. I’m not my dad’s biological daughter and I just found out about it last year (yeah they wanted to keep it a secret from me) but it’s got me thinking that maybe my dad (non biological) doesn’t want to bond with me because he doesn’t see me as a child he has to care for. Like he doesn’t view me as his, I’m someone else’s therefore he isn’t obligated to care for or about me. But the thing with that is my dad is the only man in my life that’s ever been a father for me, not saying we’re close or we bond or anything, but he’s the only thing I have father wise.. there’s no one else except for him. So if he doesn’t want me then no one else will, which is why this chapter hurt me so badly. I saw myself in Thanatos, I felt his frustration, his desperation, his jealousy, his sadness, I felt all of those emotions because that was me once upon a time. Wondering why my father didn’t want to spend time with me, why he would only call for me if he wanted something, why he didn’t want to talk to me, or ask my passions, ask my inspirations, why didn’t he want to form any bond with me. I’m sure Thanatos was the same way since Hades never exactly shared any moments with him, all he was to him was a worker.. he was nothing else, he didn’t see him as worthy, as his or even good enough to care for. And that hurt me because it was sort of a solidifying moment with my thoughts on my own dad, him and Hades are both the same.. They blame you for not reaching out, for not talking to them, for not being your own damn parent. You’re the bad guy, not them and surprisingly they’re the victims too. You kept them hostage in this relationship that they wanted no part of and he felt so obligated to take you, like he had no choice. You’re the reason why he never accepted you and it’s your fault he never wanted you in the first place.

Anyways, I’m sorry I had to get that off my chest.. Honestly, this has to be one of my more emotional rants because I got a little too into at the time. It was really hard for me to write this and honestly, I wrote this on Monday but I took so many mental breaks throughout the week I’m finally getting done with it Friday night. I would also like to apologize if this was like any trauma dumping or anything, I notice that I may do that a lot I’m not sure if anyone can clarify or educate me more on the process I’d be very thankful and I’ll put like a warning just so if anyone wants they can skip this.

#anti lore olympus #lo critical #anti lo #lo hades #lo thanatos

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