#'if Kronos decided to raise his children well'

[6bluebells]

Okay, so the realization is about Zeus but the headcanon itself is about everyone across the godly-generation and/or those who hold that as apart of their title/duties [ie: Titan-Gods, Primordial-Gods, God-Spirits, Spirit-Gods, etc]. It's about how the God Generation was created by the Fates with complete and utter freedoms concerning their powers and free will as opposed to the Titans who are controlled almost entirely by the Fates via their Purpose (pre-defined traits and positions given to each Titan who was born, such as if they would serve a combat role or even how many children they would have + what their children would do] or their respective Primordials for their Powers/Gifts [have not figured out which one they would be called yet]. They were created this way and created in general for Primordial Entertainment, as most Primordials had either become bored or tired of their domains and delegating out their domain's tasks, but it had an unexpected outcome: the concept of rebellion.

You see, Kronos's rebellion against Ouranos was planned. It was one of the main reasons why the generation of Titans came to be, along with the fact that the Primordials grew lazy but still had to perform their tasks as assigned by Primordial Khaos and enforced by Primordial Gaia. It was one of Kronos's main Purposes [to overthrow Primordial Ouranos] but it never helped that Ouranos was a horrible father. Furthermore, Koios, Hyperion, Krios and Iapetus were also Created and Meant to hold down Ouranos and become the four pillars of the earth. Of course, the Primordial Fates did not quite know what they were doing when pairing the Titan Kronos, who had a prophecy over his head stating that his children would kill him the same way he did his father, and the Titan Rhea, who had been dreaming of being a mother since she knew what the word meant, but the Fates went as the tapestries went. They were both dictating it and watching it be dictated. Everything was slowly falling into order as they fell into order, there was no One Thing that dictated all, not even Primordial Khaos.

Anyway, back to what that means. This means that the Titans don't at all have bodily autonomy, which affected almost every single part of their everyday lives. Husbands treat wives horribly, sisters and brothers rough-house meanly, fathers act like drill sergeants, and mothers smiled like nothing was wrong. Some of them knew it was wrong, like Rhea and Phoebe, while others accepted it or just lived in ignorance. There was nothing to be done, anyway, and so further down the family line you went, the more ignorant and accepting the Titans were. Despite all of this, despite all of the things that would spark a country-wide rebellion in the later years of humanity, the Titans did not think of rebellion. They could not think of rebellion. These things and these relationships were ingrained so deep in their being that they knew and could not think of another way. They knew the story of their origins; they knew the story of Kronos, but it was so inconceivably far away that nobody connected the dots.

Until Zeus came along. Eventually, Kronos caved to his Wife and Purpose and he and Rhea had 6 children. Hestia, who was a Titan but with the free-thinking of a God. Demeter, who had the power of a God but still held a Titan's Purpose. Hera, who was so in-tuned with her God-Hood that she could create new concepts and strategies unthought of before and even hold deep emotions such as Hate but had no Powers to think of. Hades who was more Primordial than Titan or God. Poseidon was was so tuned to his Power and the Earth that free-thinking was forced to come along with it. And, finally, Zeus who was perfect and everything the Fates imagined him to be. The Perfect God. The only one across the pantheon who had no other generation's blood or concepts running through his veins. And, since he had the power to think freely and with what will be human judgements, he saw the world and decided to Rebel.

For the first time in millions of years, a movement was brought on by something other than Fate. Many turned him away at first--thinking it preposterous and laughable as a Purpose. Others turned him away because they balked at the fact that any Primordial would allow him such power--Kronos was their ruler now, and a pretty good one. Even Rhea, who just wanted a child who she could raise and knew that this would eventually become her Purpose, was a little hesitant at how quickly he latched onto it and the reasons he gave. Yes, eating children was wrong but it was never her first thought of hate-. Nobody quite thought that this was the sign of a new generation coming around--most thought Zeus, from young to the middle of the Titan War, to be a weird Titan--but, to history and what would become of the gods, this was astronomical. This concept--free will and rebellion--would be the defining point going further into history.

But you know what realization's truly tripping me up about this concept? The fact that, truly, if Kronos decided to raise his children well, there will be no rebellion. Zeus would not rebel anyway because he was destined to or just because he could, because he would have been content with his life. Hera would be spiteful but she would not Hate. The others will embrace their Titan-Family with open arms because they are accepting. Of course, Zeus and Hera would raise their eyebrows at the way their cousins are treating each other and being treated, but that would soon be fixed. It will be written in their Purposes to be fixed :).

[Just... ******just*****]

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I love your world building hcs so much <3 honestly they feed me /gen /pos

[phantomwitch16]

With play testing of Hades 2 being streamed, there have been many thoughts and discussions on what could have happened to Zagreus and the rest of the

I've already made a post previously talking what could have happened to Zag before so I'll leave that here. But to sum it up, Zag is probably the first taken down by him before going after the rest of the house.

If they're going to go with what happened in the Orphic myths about Zagreus, then its more than likely that Kronos was likely inspired by the stories Zag told Orpheus as a joke or he decided to a page from his children's book and rip Zag apart before eating him. Possibly in front of Hades and Persephone who would be...very upset.

If he is going to be a boss, I imagine Kronos would get him to say the most vile stuff to hurt and distract Mel. Pretty much unloading everything that happened in the first game and ruining whatever imagine Mel has of her family. Really just punching the players in the stomach with his venom because he really does say a few harsh things in the game.

Because this would actually do a lot in terms of the development of the main cast. Obviously, this would possibly rehash some trauma for the Olympians and a load of gods who were displaced to the surface(?) with some like Hermes (and maybe Hypnos) being used to get info on what Kronos is doing.

Hades and Zagreus, however, are especially interesting. Obviously, we've seen that their relationship had it's ups and downs, with Hades mostly being the one at fault for them and Zag also not helping. At the end of the first game we see that their relationship is better but fragile. They get on well enough but they're not close. The only thing that they're both have in common, other than their stubbornness is their excitement for Mel. It is one of few things they talk about but there are also things that they are worried about. With Persephone being pregnant, it's likely Hades looked back on how Zagreus was raised and hopes for to have a better relationship with Mel. Meanwhile, Zag probably just wants to be there for Mel and have some fun with her in between his runs.

So the thought of Hades possibly watching his son getting ripped to pieces before being swallowed up much like he was might...foster some regret on his part. But be motivation for the two to facilitate a better relationship.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Erastis

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Demigod!Reader

Warnings: siblingxsibling, do not read if you don’t like it

Words:1057

Summary:Kidnapped and bound in the captain's room aboard the Princess Andromeda, Luke tells you of all he has been planning. Whether you agreed to his plan or not, Luke was going to make sure you would stay with him for it all.

“Don’t look at me like that, (y/n).” Luke’s voice was quiet, slightly hurt at the glare you were piercing him with. “You wouldn’t have come if I had asked.”

Anger was starting to slither out of you. “So you decided to kidnap me for this insane idea you have?! Raising Kronos. . . destroying not only our father but the rest of Olympus? That’s insanity Luke.” Again you tried to break free of your restraints but the results were the same. The Olympian blood in you screamed for freedom. Being a child of Hermes though, one normally didn’t have any cool powers like Percy the son of Poseidon. All you had was a sword to rely on. A sword that was sitting in the corner of the room.

Luke followed your eyes. The celestial bronze was kissed by the glow of the moon outside of the Princess Andromeda. Who knows how far away the massive ship had gone from the shores of Camp Half-Blood. Even if you did manage to get out, how would you make it back? Your father only gave Luke the winged shoes.

Rising up to his full height, you watch as your half-brother makes his way over to the lonely sword. “A gift, from both myself and father. The one thing that was ever good between us was you.” Loving fingers caress the handle made from a dragon’s claw. The very same dragon that had given Luke his permanent scar. While Hermes provided the celestial bronze for your blade. Luke had sent your father a message of your upcoming birthday and how a sword would be a good present. To show that Hermes actually gave a damn about you. A warrior’s weapon. You hadn’t gone on any quests yet, but you had defeated your share of monsters earning you numerous scars over the years. Hermes saw and admired your tenacity, his fierce daughter. There's always little that the gods could do for their children as they cannot intervene or choose favorites, but Hermes did what he could do to assist you while you were on the streets by yourself. It leads you to making a lot of godly friends and certain monster friends as well.

Fingers around the handle, he lifts it up and exams it. “Your eyes were brighter than this celestial bronze the day I presented you with this sword. Erastis.” Your sword’s name beautifully rolled off of his tongue. It was the first time you had heard it in a while.

Lover’s Kiss.

Luke had chosen the name.

The thought of it’s meaning had you blushing all over again. No one else knew the name. Just you and Luke.

Grimacing, you clench down on your teeth. No. You could never agree to this plan of his regardless of the secret affection you had for him. “Don’t change the subject Luke.”

The grand suite of the captain’s lodgings was dark besides the soft lumination of the light on his desk. For how long had he been hiding this behind your back? You thought you had known everything about your half-brother. The two of you had a special bond within the Hermes Cabin. Never would you have imagined that Luke had been harboring this secret the entire time.

Furrowing his brows, the scar on his face contorted. “You would forsake me for. . . for the gods? For a father that let you get hurt time and time again. They don’t deserve your loyalty. Olympus doesn’t give two shits about-”

“It’s not about that Luke!” You yell at him, momentarily rendering Luke speechless. “Don’t you think I know that already?!”

“Then why. . .”

“Olympians won’t be the only ones hurt by Kronos’ return. Billions of mortals will surely die. They’re completely helpless. Not all mortals deserve that fate.”

Putting your sword back where it once sat, Luke stared at the ground. “Their lives are fleeting to begin with. They aren’t part of the bigger picture (y/n).”

You think back on your mortal mother. It had been years since you last saw her, but that didn’t dampen the amount of love you still held for her. “What happened to you Luke?” Luke didn’t tell you much about his past, but what you did gather was that it was a difficult one. Especially the case of his own mom.

The quiver in your voice made him soften and cup your cheeks. His thumb caressed your cheeks, lips mere inches from your own. They hovered, warm breath teasing against your lips and for a split second you forgot about everything he had told you. Forgot that he had kidnapped you from your sleeping bag. Instead you were consumed by sweet memories of summers spent together. The kisses you stole from one another when you were certain no one was looking. Sneaking out of the Hermes cabin at night to train in the arena and laughing. You always laughed when you were with Luke. It was odd how your crush was ultimately your half-brother, but considering Greek mythology you knew incest wasn’t a concern to the gods. Hera and Zeus were brother and sister after all. Despite that fact, you and Luke couldn’t go around camp showing off your true feelings. The other campers would think it weird. The gods were excused, not half-bloods.

“I’m doing this for our future. For a future we can have, together.” Quietly he explains, nuzzling his nose against you. There’s a slight tremble in his body as he leans forward. His kisses were always so warm. “I’m going to destroy Olympus for us.”

That was enough to snap you out of your lovesick haze. Sadly you turn your face away from him. “Not like this Luke.”

To your surprise he nods, as if having already expected this reply. “I know. I’m sorry, but that’s why I have to leave you chained up. Whether you agree or not, I’m doing this.”

“Luke. . .”

“I’ll bring you something to eat later.” He turns on the tv and places the remote on your lap before going to the door.

“LUKE!! Don’t you dare leave me here like this!” Shouting with all your might, you renew your struggle to free yourself.

He stops, door cracked open but didn’t face you. “I love you (y/n).” With that he leaves you alone with the blue light of the tv.

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Ideas #93: Percy Jackson, but make it Dragon Age

Look. Contrary to all evidence I usually don't set out to come up with crazy crossovers, but sometimes my mind just seizes on a passing thought and will not let it go. Case in point: I've been replaying Dragon Age: Inquisition in honor of Veilguard coming out next month and had a passing thought wondering if anyone had ever tried mashing PJO and DA:I together. And so this insanity was born.

Or: What if Percy Jackson was the Herald of Andraste?

aka the From the Waters of the Fade fic

Just imagine it:

Everything happens according to canon until the end of MoA. As in canon, Percy grabs hold of Annabeth to keep her from being pulled into Tartarus... but unlike canon, she slips out of his grasp when he grabs hold of a ledge to check their fall. He lets go to fall in after her, but cannot see or reach her in the dark. They fall into the Cocytus seconds apart, but without Percy to shield her Annabeth dies instantly.

Percy, however, merely thinks they were separated by the current and travels through Tartarus looking for both her and the doors. It's not until the first time he allows himself to sleep that he learns the truth - and he vows to close the Doors of Death so that her sacrifice won't be in vain.

Canon continues apace - without Percy being ashamed of his poison powers because Annabeth isn't there to be afraid. He emerges from Tartarus determined to stop Gaia, though it's the kind of determination that speaks of immense misery and guilt being channeled into the one positive outlet he has.

(Though rather than the song and dance with the Physician's Cure in BOO, Percy takes a leaf out of Kronos' book and uses the Annabeth's cursed knife to carve Gaia into tiny pieces and scatter her to the winds - with the gods' help, after he shares his idea with Apollo on Delos.)

After the fighting ends, Percy falls into a deep depression. He manages to crawl out of it eventually - Dionysus and his powers of madness help a little here, as do Sally, Paul, and Estelle - and decides that rather than try to put back together the shambles of his mortal life, he'll stay at CHB as a sword instructor and (eventually) deputy camp director.

Fast forward to the summer Percy turns 24.

Things are going well. Though he's only taking classes part time, he's most of the way through degrees in social work and military history from NYU. The gods have done a good job of keeping their promises regarding their children and the minor gods, and even Athena has finally forgiven him for Annabeth's death. It looks like the start of a golden age.

All that is shattered when an unknown force enters CHB through the Labyrinth and kidnaps several of the youngest campers.

The alarm is raised and the demigods fight back... but several children are still taken, and Percy leads the group sent to rescue them.

The rescue attempt occurs while the kidnappers are camped next to a fissure in the Labyrinth, one which looks like it might go down to Tartarus if not for the acidic green glow it gives off. During the rescue, Percy falls into the fissure...

...and lands in the remains of the Temple of Sacred Ashes in Thedas.

And so Percy Jackson becomes the Herald of Andraste.

His intro to Thedas somehow manages to be even worse than his intro to CHB - but in their defense none of the others seem to realize he's not from this world until after The Wrath of Heaven, when he throws a bigger fit about being the Herald of Andraste than anyone expected from a human warrior. ("No, look: I can't be the Herald of Andraste. If I'm anyone's herald, it's Poseidon's - and I can't even be that because it's my brother's job and he's already worried I'm going to supplant him. Use my name or come up with a better title.")

Percy spends his first weeks in Haven confusing everyone around him. He's a warrior who uses a strange one-handed sword and rarely bothers with a shield - who is, in fact, more likely to use Annabeth's cursed knife as an off-hand weapon than anything else. He also has control over an element - water, in all its forms - that no mage in Thedas is known to have. And that's not even touching his strange armor preferences or references to an unknown pantheon of gods.

Only after In Your Heart Shall Burn - when Percy dumps an avalanche on the invading army without need of a catapult - do some start to believe he's from another world. Unfortunately, they take his off-the-cuff remarks about the Greek Gods, mix them with their Andrastian understanding of the world, and come to the conclusion that Percy is the grandson of Andraste and The Maker via their son, Poseidon.

("This is not what I meant by come up with a better title. Gods!")

The game proceeds apace, with the Inquisition doubling down with its heresy by claiming their Inquisitor is the Heir of the Maker.

Percy denies this at every turn, but everything he says is taken for proof of the new flavor of Andrastianism cropping up in the Inquisition. ("No, you don't understand, I used this knife to kill my despotic grandpa and his mom, neither of which was your Maker!" "Ah, Andraste must have been the half-mortal child of an Old God! I bet it was Zazikel!" "No, that's not what I- Sigh.")

In fact, the only one who believes that Percy is who he says he is at this stage is Dorian, who is eager to hear about the world he came from. They form a close friendship which slowly shifts into romance.

His actions in restoring peace throughout southern Thedas only encourage his new cult. Recruit both the mages and the templars and force them into peace talks? Why, that's what the Divine was trying to do! How holy of him! Close the rifts, fight Corypheus, and drive out the Venturi? Isn't that an echo of the first Exalted March? And so on.

Percy can feel himself being propelled towards apotheosis and nothing he does can close the floodgates.

He is a figure of awe and terror during Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts, the Orleasian court not knowing whether to burn him for heresy - and risk becoming the next Hessarian - or fall down on their knees in worship. Percy hates it but cannot deny its utility in forcing Gaspard, Celene, and Briala into a public truce.

He cannot deny its usefulness either during the battle at Adamant Fortress, when many of the Wardens refuse to turn their sword against the grandson of the Maker.

Even so, Percy, Hawke, and their companions still fall into the Fade.

They are led through the Fade by Annabeth, who has been residing in this space between realties ever since her death in Tartarus.

There is much info dumping, but it boils down to: 1) Chaos bore many children, which created many worlds, of which Thedas and their earth are just two; 2) Most spirits stay in the world of their birth, but some - those that don't go to Hades or Tartarus - are sent to the Fade, which eventually wears away at their memory until they become archetypes of whatever defined them most in life - anger, faith, valor, fear, &c; 3) When Zeus killed Kronos the first time, his spirit was trapped in the Fade. Kronos created Thedas, but abandoned it when he found a way back to their earth; and 4) Time does not move the same between worlds. Annabeth believes that Kronos' death in the Second Titan War spurred the Fifth Blight in Thedas, and Gaea's death at the end of the Second Giant War is somehow behind the Breach - either as a consequence of their deaths or as part of their plot to return to earth.

("So I really am the grandson of their Maker? Fuck.")

The sequence continues - without gathering the Inquisitor's memories, as he never lost them in the first place. Annabeth sacrifices herself to stop the Nightmare - and when that's not enough, Percy's rage at watching his friend die because of him a second time is enough for Percy to take control of the waters in the Fade and destroy the Nightmare once and for all, without any need to leave Hawke or a warden behind.

Percy had been angry at Corypheus before. Now he's enraged.

Storms and earthquakes batter Corypheus' forces across Thedas. Horses in the enemy's forces escape their stables. The sea becomes dangerous for anyone to sail.

The same single-focused rage that allowed Percy to end the Second Giant War takes over Percy now. Though he leads an army through the Arbor Wilds, he deals more damage than all the rest combined. He pursues Corypheus to the Temple of Mythal, pulls his lyrium dragon from the sky, and uses his powers to hold it in place as he beheads it. (Corypheus' agonized scream is like music to Percy's ears.)

They make it to the Well of Sorrows, the Sentinels being unable to stop a god-in-waiting.

After Morrigan drinks from the Well, they learn that with Corypheus' dragon destroyed Corypheus will be unable to change bodies. All that remains is a Doom Upon All The World.

Corypheus expends the last of his power to reopen the Breach, but Percy has slain two gods and multiple dragons at this point and has the might of a cult behind him. It is nothing for him to destroy Corypheus once and for all, using the orb to tear Corypheus apart and scatter his remains through the Fade much as he'd done with Gaea back on earth.

This is all that's needed to tip Percy over into godhood. Flush with power, he returns the Anchor back to the Orb before destroying both for good...

...which enrages Solas, though there's nothing he can do. Percy is divinity in truth, with faith and power behind him, while Solas lost the better part of his strength with the destruction of the Orb.

The war is over - and another begins.

The Inquisition disbands, but is largely reformed as the center of a new denomination of Andrastianism - one which acknowledges Percy as the grandson of the Maker, returned to Thedas to retake the Black City and pave way for The Maker's return. It's hard position to deny now that Percy reeks of divinity, and thousands flock to their banner. Mother Giselle is their new leader as Divine Joyous III.

Meanwhile the Chantry has finally regrouped under the banner of Divine Victoria (born Vivienne de Fer), and thousands flock to their banner in order to crush the heretics. A war of religion looms and nothing Percy can say will stop it from coming.

Part of him doesn't want to stop it from coming. Worship is a heady thing, for all he tries to cling to the things that made him human.

His friends help with this, but his friends are only mortal. Even Dorian, who Percy has come to love dearly, can only do so much, and refuses to be made immortal even if it means they'd have an eternity together. One by one they die, and eventually Percy is left all alone: a god amid a sea of worshipers.

(One day Percy will march on the Black City. One day he will wage war against Kronos and Gaea, who are gathering their forces to wage a third war on the Greek and Roman worlds of their original earth... but that is another story.)

Bonuses include:

Percy clinging to his mortality with raw, bleeding fingers. Each denial instead becomes more proof for those who would rather have present god than an absent one. The larger his cult grows, the more power Percy has to stop Corypheus. Percy is forced to sacrifice more and more of his mortality to save the world... and in the end it is all he can do not to become the very thing he despised.

Despite all the angst... humor. As Edith Hamilton says of the Greeks, "But never, not in their darkest moments, do they lose their taste for life. It is always a wonder and a delight, the world a place of beauty, and they themselves rejoicing to be alive in it." Percy is not as goofy as he is in canon, but then he is a young adult now. He's grown, but he's still happy to play and tease and live even in the midst of death.

The implication that the group which infiltrated CHB at the beginning are a group of clear-sighted mortals opposed to the existence of the gods. Some are relatives of demigods who died in the wars, others are opposed on religious grounds, and some just think western civilization is a scourge on the earth, but entirely mortal.

Percy being absolutely sure that Hawke is a demigod like himself - probably the child of the Old God Razikale. He has no idea how that might even work, but thinks it explains a lot about Hawke's power, to say nothing of the fact that Leandra doted on the twins but was far more critical of her theoretically oldest child. No proof is ever found for this, but things should be circumstantial enough that even Hawke starts to wonder about it once they learn of it.

And that's all I have - which, as usual, is far more than I ever thought I would. As always, feel free to adopt this plot bunny, just link back if you ever do anything with it.

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[happyk44]

This is the incoherent flow of my thoughts.

The first Neptune [god of fresh water and rains] is the beloved son of Saturn and they have similar possessions - food and water.

Saturn is the one who gives food, Neptune is the one who gives water to drink. Saturn grew food, Neptune, with the help of rain, made sure that it grew healthy and nutritious. Rains are important for agriculture.

Their relationship, in my opinion, was somewhat similar to that of Demeter and Persephone :)

Ahhhhhhh, I love that idea. Which makes the whole thing between Percy and Kronos a little bittersweet. Oh man, it would've been so neat if that was used as a set up for the next series. Something triggering Kronos to do a mental switch to Saturn during the fight and he falters for a moment, because, yes, the son who brought forth rain to cultivate the fields may have changed into someone darker as the empire became mightier but that is still his son, and how could he fight his grandson for such a reason?

I think what fascinates me about the events of Saturn vs his kids and Kronos vs his kids is that the war doesn't seem to be as publicized in Roman mythology. I'm not as well-read on Roman myths tbh but from what I've been able to pull online, the general consensus is very much yeah, yeah, Jupiter overthrew his dad and expelled him to Latium (the future birth place of Rome), where he brought knowledge and agriculture, okay whatever let's move on, and that's it. Like it's not as detailed and if I do try to go into further, it will immediately shift to Greek names, or reiterate that the two are conflated

The general consensus does appear that separating Saturn's original iteration from his conflation with Kronos has been rather difficult for scholars. No matter what though Saturn is a very important figure. He is the ruler who human once thrived under during the Golden Age. His festival is major. He had a temple!

I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out that unlike Kronos, Saturn never consumed his kids, and his being overthrown was merely representative of how children succeed their parents - as what I've gathered is that Roman mythology was more based in politics and government, essentially how people are, versus Greek myths which looked more to the ways of the natural world (seasons changing, how certain plants came into being, etc).

So him and Neptune being able to bond is very plausible under this theory, since, presumably, he would've raised all six kids before they (or at least Jupiter) kicked him out. It could be that Saturn, seen as a benevolent figure, was viewed as too kindhearted or something similar by his children, so they dethroned him, allowing orderly and rigid Jupiter to take his place.

(Saturn is not completely benevolent since he also killed his dad and had ten day gladiator combats held in his name, but like. Ten days of beating the shit out of each other in exchange for the rest of the year being peaceful and fruitful isn't the worst thing, ya know, lol)

I know that sacrifices made to Saturn were done in with their heads uncovered (Greek rite), where other Roman gods were worshipped while veiled - which kind of furthers that Saturn is more representative of the time before the Roman Empire came to fruition.

Given Jupiter's importance to the Roman people, it doesn't make a lot of sense for them to worship his father, if there was a huge blowout between the two the way it occurred in Greek mythology. Especially since he's not the only god of agriculture or harvest. Obviously a lot of people worship based on representation rather than mythology, and I don't know how ancient Greeks or Romans reconciled their worship of the gods with the stories told in their name, if the two were separate or done in tandem, but nonetheless, again, I wouldn't be too surprised if it's uncovered that, no, Saturn didn't eat his kids, he raised them until they decided his ways were archaic and outdated and booted him from both the throne and Greece.

And under that theory, a trigger in PJO to make him go from Kronos to Saturn would've been cool. Why is he fighting his grandson? His children dethroned him, yes, but he still loves them, wouldn't dare hurt their offspring. So he stops fighting and calls out to grandson with a gentleness that makes Percy stop, baffled, before Kronos kicks back in and the battle continues.

But whatever he says is just enough for Percy to dwell on it later, teasing the set up for the next series 👍

(Granted, in this sense I don't see the Titan Army fighting on the Roman end, because I feel Saturn wouldn't have any interest in battling the Roman camp/gods, and tbh I don't fully get why that happened in canon because it was Luke's beliefs that stemmed the resurrection of Kronos and the war and Luke didn't know about the Romans, so the whole thing should've been solely Greek but like, whatever, lol, Percy telling Jason about how he fought Kronos and Jason is just, "You fought grandpa??? Why would you do that, he's so chill.")

[wise-girl-official]

Hi everyone, I've been really busy with some stuff recently but I have some free time, so I thought I would do a retelling of an old Greek story now. I was thinking about which one I should do and I thought, I might as well start with the Greek creation story.

At the very start of it all, there was Chaos, and nothing else, but out of that nothingness came Gaia, the earth (and also beings like Eros, Erebus, and Abyss). Anyway Gaia is kind of our main girl, because she gave birth to Uranus, the sky, all by herself. And then proceeded to have kids with said sky. Her and Uranus brought the first titans into the world. Six guys (Coeus, Cronus, Hyperion, Iapetus, Oceanus, and Crius), and six gals (Mnemosyne, Phoebe, Rhea, Themis, Tethys, and Theia). The youngest of these was Cronus (or Kronos, Cronus and Chronos because there's a LOT of ways to spell his name) and he's the dude who murdered and sliced up Uranus alongside the help of his mum Gaia. So Cronus and Gaia set up a plan where they lulled Uranus into a false sense of ease and then chopped his crown jewels off, threw them in the sea, and then probably exiled him to Italy. After this Cronus took over as the ruler of sort of everything, and married his sister Rhea, which is really super weird, but celestial beings don't seem to have a problem with incest. Anyway Cronus and Rhea started having some kids together (the gods), but Cronus was worried they were gonna overthrow him, because before they de-balled Uranus, he predicted that Cronus would be usurped by his own children, so to fix this Cronus had the amazing and probably consequenceless idea to eat all the kids his poor wife bore him. So the first kid he ate was Hestia, then Demeter, Hera, Hades, and Poseidon, but then when Rhea had Zeus, the youngest of the Olympians, she took him and hid him away, and then presented Cronus with a boulder wrapped in a blanket, which he grabbed and ate right away, which was a bit stupid of him, but anyway, he didn't realise that the youngest of his spawn was actually being raised by some nymphs nearby. Fast foreword a bit and Zeus is all grown up and godly, he marched into Mount Othrys (which is like Mount Olympus but for the titans) and had a drink with his dad. Zeus spiked Cronus' drink to make him throw up, as all his siblings had been growing up, completely unharmed in Cronus' belly. I don't understand how this stuff works, but my mum came outta Zeus's forehead, so I can't really talk. Anywho, Cronus skulled the drink, and promptly regurgitated all of his kids, and then a really really long war ensues, which the gods eventually won, and Zeus became the new lord of the gods. So that's how the world was created.

The next story I'm gonna do is probably gonna be how the Olympians were decided and stuff

[jflashandclash]

Tales From Mouth Othrys

Axel: Into the Lion’s Maw III

A thunderous crack startled Axel out of sleep. At first, he thought Hecate had darkened the Mist into onyx.

His memory kicked in: black marble walls. Jack had moved Pax and Axel to their own room in Mount Tamalpais. Jack attempted separate rooms, but, of course, Pax ended up in Axel’s room within twenty minutes of being split, fifteen more minutes than the Sabotage unit had bet on, leaving Prometheus with a score of 7 to 1 on prediction.[1]

Mementos from the dead scattered and clanged all over their carpet. Axel had left all other decorating to Pax. That was why Praetor Julian’s medallions, a centurion’s unicorn necklace, and other items clattered onto a pink shag carpet with paint splotches. Axel hoped they were paint splotches. Pax had, allegedly, found the carpet dumpster-diving with Matthias.

Panic hadn’t set in yet. Axel sat up, clutching something to his chest: the Triple A Chimera helm. A hiss erupted from the top of the plumes, something far too weak to be the helm’s gravely tones.

Honey, the weasel, appeared quite distressed by the movement, hissing and squirming to find comfort.

Above Axel, he could see Pax peering over his bunk, his amber eye glistening in their room’s night light. Matthias had installed it at the same time he installed Pax’s bunk. Axel had replaced the original cover: a British aristocrat’s glowing ass, the monocled and top-hatted man peering over his shoulder while mooning them. Now, it was a winking dryad. Still inappropriate but a massive improvement.

“Baller is upset,” Pax said, his voice trembling, “Was that an earthquake? Like, did Poseidon just take a massive shit? Imagine if that is what took out the titans—”

“Axel! Pax! My boys!”

Their door flew open.

The scene was a flashback overlapped into real time. Jack stood in his pink, monogrammed PJs, the back of a toilet seat raised like a baseball bat to attack potential intruders. The only difference from the first time was that the walls and toilet seat were black. Prometheus often quipped that Kronos might have an aneurism if their new camp didn’t have the right SS aesthetic.

“You’re okay!” Jack exhaled, lowering the lid with a thunk. The effort had made his arms shake. “The room next door collapsed. I thought—”

“You were going to dig us out where a toilet cover?” Pax asked, voice quivering.

“Yes, next best thing to a shovel—”

“Jack,” Flynn’s snap quieted Jack. He took a step back.

The Leader of Assault and Battery was mid-tugging a shirt over her chest as she came into view. Axel averted his gaze. “Luke is hurt,” she said. There was a faint jingling noise, signaling that she must have been wrapping her bun. She’d taken to wearing the goofy hair trinkets Pax made for her. “Ajax with me. We’re mobilizing to dig Luke out. Axel, with Kampe. She’s decided she’s leading the charge to camp Half-Blood while Kronos is occupied under rumble.”

Axel’s gaze shot up. “She’s what?” Her command was already taking effect. Axel sat up fully, careful to assure the helm and weasel stayed safe against his chest.

“She thinks they might be able to beat Percy Jackson back to his camp—”

“He was here?!” Pax yelped. He, too, appeared under Flynn’s command. He scurried down from the top bunk, only pausing to collect Honey from Axel’s helm. She squeaked indignantly. Axel appreciated it: a battlefield was no place for a newborn Mistform, no matter how fierce.

Flynn glowered. She liked to be interrupted (especially by children) as much as the soldiers of Mount Othrys liked doing Monster Laundry Duty.

Fortunately, Jack had no such reservations. He picked up one of their newly minted Orpheus Metal shirts from the ground and slipped it over Pax’s head. As if he were five years younger, Pax obediently lifted his arms to make it easier. Jack’s motion was frantic, and Axel had to wonder if Luke could get hurt after receiving the Curse of Achilles. “Well, kiddo, unless some other demigod’s parent has earned the title of ‘Earthshaker,’ then that’s our perpetrator—”

Someone’s words overtook Jack’s. It was Luke’s voice, but not. A second voice reverberated under the first, the same way Kouta, Axel’s older brother, made announcements for the circus, but maybe if Kouta was hyped up on some demonic energy drink. It was a two-toned cacophony, rusty and vile. As it roared, the building shook again, a hateful scream of, “Percy Jackson! After them—after them—”

Everyone froze. Even Flynn’s hold on the boys snapped.

Before, when Luke and Axel used to meditate together or when Luke had convinced Jack to allow Axel to join them at the Horizontal Monster Mash, Luke had described that voice. Between Luke’s gulps of beers, the color would drain from his face and his eyes would go hazy. He recalled the sublime and awful tauntings that haunted his nightmares, that would seep into his waking hours to remind him he was useless, merely a vessel, a stuffed animal disemboweled of its stuffing. (That last one, Axel knew, would upset Pax immensely.)[2]

That voice made Luke feel small, the way Axel’s father’s voice had for him. He didn’t need to ask why Luke followed its orders. It was impossible to resist when it was in your head all day.

Now it was Luke.

Axel couldn’t help but think of Pax, pitching their cause to new demigods: Have you heard the good word of Kronos? Overlaid with a blasphemous verse from his days at a Catholic elementary school: he has risen, just as he said.[3]

Kronos had risen.

Axel didn’t realize the Luke-Thing was still screaming. Not until Lucille stepped into their doorway.

She wore her battle armor. Her blonde hair was neatly braided back, and she carried a Greek-style helm under one arm and a pilum in the other. With her frail frame, she looked like a costumed Barbie. Their training taught Axel otherwise.

“Flynn. Axel.” Her tone was grave, the same way it always got before battle. “The strike force is moving out.” Her icy blue eyes shifted. “Jack, Pax, I’m sorry.” Giving them a fragile smile. It failed to comfort anyone.

Flynn’s gaze narrowed. “I’m not leaving Jack alone.” Ever again, Axel thought he could hear. Maybe with another faint echo of, Especially not with that thing. “What if the Ol’sissies double back while Luke is out of commission? A child of the Big Three? Maybe two if that earthquake wasn’t from Jackson?”

Lucille nodded. The half-sisters had a respect for each other’s combat intuition.

Despite trembling at Luke’s shrieking and the fear of angering Flynn, Pax whimpered, “B—but Mercedes said—”

That she could make Axel and Pax be part of the Sabotage Unit, away from the main battles. But, Axel knew it would be futile after his second cage match had gone so well, especially after the assault on the lab.

Lucille explained this gently, “I know, sweetie. But, Axel has proven himself over and over. It will boost everyone’s moral if he’s there.” She pressed her lips together. “And gain him favor with any new… changes in command.”     

Axel had a gut-sinking feeling Lucille was right. The helm hummed in his grip. Now, more than ever, he needed to be seen fighting along the monsters’ side. If they were to survive assassinating Kronos after the war, they needed the full backing of Alabaster’s monster family.

Axel stumbled to the armor at the base of their bunks. His legs felt leaden. The fingers touching the helmet buzzed with painful anticipation, an electricity that made him lightheaded and eager. The opposite sensations left him disoriented. He needed to focus on one. He unwove a strip of leather from his armor and tethered the helm around his neck. That would need to do for now. He should leave it. They needed to test these in a controlled environment. But, instinct—

You’ll need me, Lieutenant.

Axel wanted to snap that he didn’t need anyone. A glance around the room proved no one had heard that but him. Maybe it couldn’t talk outside of Hecate’s realm.

Lucille had already lifted his breastplate to offer it to him.

Jack tugged at his hair, frantically looking from Axel, to Flynn, to Pax. “Oh, Lucille, keep my boy safe! He’s too young and pretty to die! We haven’t even gotten him a girlfriend or a solo in one of our concerts!”

Lucille giggled weakly. She couldn’t cover her mouth with a pilum in hand. “I’ll do what I can.” As Axel finished strapping on his armor, she turned to Pax. “Can you do me a huge favor?”

Three sets of eyes were intent on her: Pax’s multicolored ones, and the beady eyes of the two weasel kits.

“Go to the nursery and check on Charlie and Ethel for me.” Her eyes softened at the names. 

Oh, Fortune bless Lucille. That would get Pax out of harm’s way. Besides, he was an excellent playmate for Charlie.

They walked as Axel finished strapping on his armor. Lucille led him out. Goodbyes—did they properly say goodbye? He remembered ruffling Pax’s hair, trying to ignore how Pax’s eyes welled with tears, the same way they always did before his cage matches—Don’t you dare die—and ducking under Jack’s attempted hug.

Their hallway was an offshoot from the main one. The main one had descended into chaos. Monsters and demigods jostled past each other. The Luke-thing’s howls left them panicked, disorganized, and disoriented. Its order was so primal: after them.

“Please proceed to battle in an orderly fashion. Please keep your voices low so you can standby for more orders!” Lucille’s charmspeak was sweet and kind. She never had the projection that Flynn’s snarls had, but all the soldiers within hearing distance slowed, relaxed, and fell more into military lines. The calming effect rippled to the others rushing by.

With the mob partially tamed, Axel could see down the hall towards Luke’s quarters. Part of the ceiling was collapsed. Krios, one of the Titan lords, stood beside the rubble with his arms folded, tapping his left bicep. “If you can’t ask nicely for help,” he said, voice booming, “then you needn’t bother asking at all.”

“Imbecile,” the not-Luke snarled back.

Krios rolled his eyes. “Some things never change.”

At least the Titan Lords seemed unbothered by Luke’s and Kronos’ unholy matrimony.

Something about seeing Krios standing there left Axel confused. “Kampe is leading us?” he asked. Hadn’t Luke mentioned something about Krios leading them through the labyrinth? Axel finished strapping on his old helmet. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it would keep his skull intact. His own confusion at the chain of events—going to Hecate’s realm, Flynn’s charmspeak, Kronos’ screams—was clearing.

Lucille nodded, helping up a demigod who had fallen in the chaos. “Yes.”

The younger camper blushed, thanked her, and darted after the others.

Axel felt skeptical. “But, she’s a jailor.” Did they give battle lessons in Grecian jail school?

“Luke gave her Ariadne’s string,” Lucille said, “The others are going to follow her.” She nodded to the disciplined line up at the labyrinth entrance. Because of newly established order, support was able to come through. Matthias could be seen walking down the line, chest puffed up and shoulders pulled back, as he handed out goody bags of ambrosia and, if Axel had to guess, fart bombs. He and a dracaena checked monster and demigod armor and handed out extra weapons.

Lucille continued, “She’s known to be a powerful entity—like Atlas. Why do you think Luke wanted Atlas when he had the other Titans?”

Recognition meant a lot to mythological beings. Axel clenched his jaw. Just another mythological aristocracy, as Alabaster would say. “Being a famous jailor doesn’t make a good strategist.”

They were approaching the labyrinth entrance. Axel had steered clear of this place, especially after Chris Rodriguez never came back. Selene Beauregard had told Luke that he was alive at Camp Half-Blood, but that he’d been left to babbling incoherence. Chris was the only one who had come out alive.

Another foolish scheme to send a demigod when a monster could thrive in the labyrinth.

Axel could see the mark of Daedalus. Alabaster had explained the symbol to him: a glowing blue D above the labyrinth entrance. Any time he walked in the hallway, it stuck out sorely: an exploitable security risk that had, indeed, been exploited. He didn’t understand why everyone had treated it like a kitty door for coatimundi to wander in. Jack and Pax had given him a weird look the day he’d growled, “It’s like no one else can see it.”

Watching how the others felt along the wall until finding a grip on the door, Axel realized the others really couldn’t see it.

Lucille glanced at him. “Are you nervous, Axel? It isn’t like you to protest so much.” She reached over to squeeze his arm. With Lucille’s status in the Attack and Battery unit and Axel’s recent rise to fame, no one minded how they cut in line. From the queasiness on some of the demigod’s faces, he assumed they wouldn’t have minded either way.

Axel stared at the entrance as they stepped up to it. He couldn’t stop his ears from twitching. Something felt wrong about this place. The strategist in him screamed. They were going underground—underground­—chasing after a demigod that could cause earthquakes. “What if Percy doubles back and collapses the tunnels on us?”

“Recent rumor has it, Percy sprinted away from Luke and did not look like he was coming back. He was scared of Kronos. We’re in his army and I’m scared of Kronos….” Her brow furrowed. “I’m glad Pax agreed to check on Charlie. I can only imagine how terrifying those shouts are for them.” She frowned, and reached to twirl a lock of hair that was tucked too far back to reach.

Axel winced. Them. She meant Charlie and Ethel. Ethel didn’t handle this kind of shouting well, and Charlie was only a kid. “If there’s one thing Ajax is good at doing, it’s distracting people from terror.” And he and Lucille both knew Pax would be a she (instead of a he) if it would make Ethel more comfortable.

Lucille might have been about to thank Axel.

“Move it,” a quivering voice came from behind them. Feigned bravado. Axel suspected the waiting was about the same as waiting for a delayed tooth extraction: sometimes you just want to get something over with.

Axel took a deep breath. “If I lose my mind and forget who I am, promise me you won’t let Ajax convince me I’m a famous weasel catcher on Discovery Channel.”

That earned a real giggle. Axel remembered how cute he thought Lucille was the first time he met her at Monster Donut, before he knew about Ethel. That seemed so long ago.

“Oh, don’t make me promise that! I think you’d make a charming show host.” She suddenly hopped onto the tips of her toes, coming close to his height. She rearranged her pilum, so she could hold it and her helmet in the same hand. With her hand freed, she gracefully lifted it up and lowered it towards Axel.

It took Axel a heartbeat or two to realize she was offering her hand the way she might for a ballet partner to spin her. Or for a partner dance? It was called something in French that Alabaster would have known.

Axel took his friend’s hand, sheepish at how scarred and rough his looked compared to her dainty fingers. The absurdity of it—a ballet pose before battle—made him laugh.

Axel had no delusions. She was holding his hand for his sake. A return laugh for the one his joke incited.

He and Lucille stepped into the darkness, hands held high, into one of the most dangerous places of the mythological world.

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Thank all of you for reading! I think I rediscover my footing a bit better as a writer in the next chapter. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! (AND THANK ALL OF YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR COMMENTS, ASKS, REBLOGS, AND SWEETNESS! You're making it so worth coming back! <3)

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[1] Jack, “You’re old enough now that you can have your own room where your fanclub will know how to find you alone and, potentially, underdressed—“ Axel, “Ajax and I are still sharing a room.” Jack, “B—but your fan club!” Lou Ellen, “But your fan club!”

[2] Pax, “ARE YOU INSINUATING LUKE WAS ONCE A BABY PANDA--?!”

[3] Mathew 28.

[pelideswhore]

consider this post a submission for the 30 day hc's that @godsofhumanity makes. i can finally join because i finally have enough to say about the deity :D (editing eden: okay maybe i had too much to say)

Prometheus

PART I | PART II

appearance-wise, Prometheus is relatively unassuming. he's as average as you can get when you're literally a god. dark brown to black hair, brown eyes, not particularly tall or muscular, but he is very charming, which makes him attractive

before the Titanomachy, Prometheus was very lowkey. he had tons of cousins and siblings, chaos reigned and he knew better than to draw attention to himself, so the higher-ups (aka Kronos and Rhea) never really noticed him

Prometheus is, as his older brother, very protective of Epimetheus. he only really had that sibling-bond with him, not with atlas or anything. Epimetheus often got himself in a lot of trouble by not thinking things through and at first Prometheus used to be annoyed by Epimetheus for making dumb decisions, but he eventually grew to love him. instead of scolding him for those decisions, he started giving him advice and genuinely wishing the best for him

that's why, when the Titanomachy started, Prometheus' first instinct was to make sure Epimetheus was safe

towards the start of the war, he stayed lowkey, but once he had sussed out the vibe and was sure the Olympians would win, he took the chance and dragged Epimetheus to Olympus

Zeus was suspicious to begin with, but Prometheus was able to convince him with his charm and cunning manipulation. at the start, Prometheus was really only using Zeus so he and his brother would be safe (kinda like my idea of odysseus x penelope but thats a story for another day) but after a while he actually grew to like him

just generally, odysseus and prometheus are similar. Prometheus helped win the Titanomachy the same way Odysseus helped win the Trojan War

from then on, Zeus and Prometheus were inseparable. everything they did, they would do together. they spent the equivalent of their 20s just causing bullshit everywhere, even tho that's not typical for prometheus

fast forward, post-titanomachy: Zeus is now king of, well, everything and it's a lot for a young guy who wasn't even raised royal and really just wants to have fun. he hasn't married Hera yet, and Prometheus is his only escape, the only person with whom he can really let loose and not be king, just some guy for a moment

i have been totally neglecting epimetheus since i brought up zeus, and while, yes, i do think epimetheus might have faded into the background when prometheus befriended zeus, he was still very important, and their relationship didnt change

while Zeus was still just looking to relax with Prometheus, Prometheus himself had matured even more. he was probably given the role of Zeus' royal advisor or something and took it very seriously

Zeus asked Prometheus to create mankind more or less as a joke, 'for old time's sake', something to lighten up the mood and their relationship. he didn't expect Prometheus to take it so seriously, but Prometheus did.

after humans were created, Zeus and Prometheus spent even less time together, as Prometheus started living on earth, and Zeus felt betrayed. he felt as if he had lost a friend to some lowly, unworthy mortals, so when Prometheus asked to give them fire, he declined. there was no way he was going to let Prometheus give them more power. after all, he spent so much time with them even when they had none. what would he happen if he gave it to them?

to put it shortly, zeus had first child syndrome

by now, Zeus and Hera are married, which is kind of important because he needs children for the story to continue. his disagreement with Prometheus also put a strain on his relationship with Hera

Prometheus didn't really understand why Zeus couldn't move on, similarly to how he couldn't understand Epimetheus making dumb decisions. he decided to steal the fire, because his creation meant more to him than anything at all. he knew he would have to pay for it, but he would do everything for his mortals.

when Zeus found out the fire was gone, he was destroyed. he refused to believe Prometheus would go so far as to steal from Zeus until he looked below and saw Prometheus laughing and dancing with his mortals (derogatory) around a campfire

anyway it seems i've been writing too much. to be continued, click here for part two

[dysfunctional-amateur-writer]

Ares is an abusive parent for Clarisse, everyone knows, they are also fanfics. But one of the things that no one seems to be interested in is that children raised by abusive parents tend to have abusive relationships in the future, honestly it seems a little unlikely that Clarisse was not in one

I think, regarding specifically Chris and Clarisse’s relationship (bc it’s canon), it might be a little bit abusive on both sides. Yes, it’s common for children who grew up in abusive household to later find partners with red flags, but they also carry some red flags of their own. After all, the cycle of abuse is a thing.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think Clarisse is bad, and, well, Chris is a little on the grey side. I think they try to avoid anything obviously bad, but sometimes it just comes through.

But here are a list of things that the two of them do that might be a little questionable at times. 

Potential TW: Potential mentions of abuse.

This, ended up being a longer list than I thought. I guess their relationship is not exactly abusive, just, not the most healthy?

I’d like to clarify that neither is physically abusive. After two wars and three bagful of trauma, both of them decide in the beginning of their relationship that no matter what happens, neither will get physical with the other. 

But that being said, during heated arguments, you can still see the clenched fists and jaws, stances taken to ready themselves.

It’s a force of habit, really. Clarisse had to deal with her brothers who were ever more arrogant, boisterous and violent; and a fist fight was the norm in Cabin 5. 

Chris too, in Cabin 11. The overwhelming amount of unclaims meant that you needed to stand your ground. Later in Krono’s army, this was intensified because the weak would be fed to the monsters.

They don’t ever get physical with each other, but sometimes (the amount decreases over the years) a plate or something would be sacrificed to their anger.

They stop fighting the second something is broken. 

Its the one rule they made that hasn’t been broken.

The ‘cold wars’ are arguably just as bad as getting physical. Sometimes hours, sometimes days where they ignore the other. Neither of them making the first move to apologise after a fight.

C + C fights, a lot. Over the littlest things too. 

“I thought we were having pizza tonight?” “No, we agreed on pasta.”

It’s the sibling rivalry and lack of attention for the both of them. Clarisse grew up with Ares always favouring his sons, while Chris grew up unclaimed. So they’re always trying to one up the other because they’re still seeking for approval subconsciously. Neither will compromise for each other, which is what leads to fights escalating from the tiniest things.

Like, seriously, a ‘cold war’ once lasted 3 days because they disagreed on what order to wash the dishes.

Then there are all the times where the two of them accidentally ignore each other’s triggers.

Clarisse is loud. In everything. This is again, most likely something subconscious because she’s used to that. Because otherwise she wouldn’t be heard between all her brothers. 

And besides, I hc that all Ares children have echo-ey, commanding voices because those worked best to give orders in battlefields.

But here’s the catch.

Chris can’t handle those kind of commanding voices. 

Why? Because he was tortured to insanity in the bloody maze. 

Echoes? The maze was echoey and whatever screams, cries of help, or the roars of monsters would be amplified. Loud, commanding voices? That was what it was like in Krono’s army and he was pretty much always on the receiving end of dangerous, potentially lethal orders.

Clarisse mostly doesn’t notice because Chris is good at masking. But every time in a fight, Clarisse doesn’t seem to notice the way Chris freezes and stays silent. 

But Chris has things that subconsciously triggers Clarisse’s trauma too.

They’re both young (obviously) and they often do the ‘Kobe!’ thing with bins. But on the occasions that Clarisse does miss, Chris’ scoffs always made her think of her mortal father. 

Chris often couldn’t sleep. Sporadic insomnia, a part of the maze that stayed with him. That forces him to stay alert, pacing just outside the bedroom thinking there might be dangers. Chris thinks that pacing outside the bedroom meant he won’t wake up Clarisse. 

But the truth is, the second footsteps can be heard, Clarisse is fully awake but forces herself to stay still while she pretends to sleep. 

They don’t sort this out until two years into their relationship.

All those are small things though. The one big thing that Clarisse can’t handle are the lies.

Children of Hermes often inherit their father’s deceptiveness, and Chris does indeed inherit his deception and fleetingness. Always a little flighty, and the way he responds always makes you question whether he’s being genuine or not. 

It’s the little lies for them.

“Hey, did you do the dishes?” “I thought you were supposed to do it.”

(He forgot. He went to brush his teeth, then remembered he needed to take his meds, which then made him go get a coffee. But then with a coffee, he started doing his emails and forgot to take the meds until he reorganised his entire email system. But then by that time, Clarisse had came back and he hasn’t washed the three or four dishes left in the sink from last night. He deflects the responsibility.)

“Where were you?” “Oh, just catching up with a friend.” (He ran into his father while he was out one a morning run. Didn’t want to tell Clarisse the full story of him taking like, 20 turns to try and avoid Hermes)

“Hey Chris, I’m just- was that someone out on the balcony?” “Nah, I’m just having a smoke.”

(That last one, when Clarisse comes back after 20 minutes or so, she notices the distinct lack of cigarette smells on Chris’ shirt. But in reality, it was one of the rogue demigods who came back to check up on Chris. He just lied out of habit.)

Clarisse can’t handle lies anymore. Not after the amount of defected demigods in the first war, or the constant being on edge when they realised there was a spy among them. 

Not lies like these where it was so similar to the ones Silena used to tell when Luke came to visit, or when she needed to IM him.

I’d like to think that the two of them eventually sorts things out and compromises or changes to better accommodate the other. They go to Will, and he suggests couple’s therapy. It takes them a while to find a legacy of Apollo who is a therapist, but they eventually get there.

Years of being stuck in emotional abuse, but I hope the two of them breaks out of it.

[tokyogirl07]

So, Hades and Persephone: Dread King and Queen of the Underworld, Eventual Rulers of All, and Ancient Greece’s Ultimate Divine Power Couple. So why don’t they have children? Well, depending on the myth, they do, but they keep being retconned into being Zeus’s kids. One such kid is Zagreus, and yes, players of the game Hades, he’s a real God.

University of Georgia’s late former Classics Professor Timothy Gantz speculated in his book that Zagreus was originally the Underworld’s heir before being combined with an early version of the wine god Dionysus, son of Zeus and the mortal Semele, which changed the mom to Persephone (*Puke*). For more information: see OSP‘s video on Dionysus.

I have a headcanon to explain how Dionysus can have both sets of parents and explain Hera's attitude towards him and later (possibly grudging) acceptance. This combines a bunch of Dionysus myths together, so bare with me.

First off, he began as Zagreus: the son of Hades and Persephone and heir to the Underworld. Zeus decided to make Zagreus his chosen heir to the throne of Olympius. This, from a logic standpoint, actually makes sense. While Zeus is the ruler of Olympius and thus Top God, Hades is the first born son of their parents and the former rulers of the world, the Titans Kronos and Rhea. By birthright, the domain that the three brothers (Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades) share would belong to Hades if they hadn’t agreed to split it between them. Not to mention that, as King of the Underworld, everything living eventually falls under his domain anyway as everything must die. As such, the throne, by birthright, belongs to Hades’s son, not Zeus’s.

This pisses off Hera and there are two reasons for this:

1 - Let’s assume there are rumours that Zagreus is actually Zeus’s son with Persephone, thus why he’s claiming him as his heir, and that Hera believes them. Her usual MO is to kill the bastard baby and its mom because she can’t do anything to Zeus since, well, he’s the king. This time, however, she’s in a slight pickle. She can’t kill Persephone. Not only would she have to deal with Hades, effectively declaring war on the Underworld, she’d also have to deal with big sister Demeter who would blight the land forever and cut off their source of sacrifices should Persephone die. She did it when her daughter was just kidnapped, don’t tell me she wouldn’t do it if she died. She can, however, attack the baby. Not openly, obviously, but she can get some titans to do it for her. And she does.

2 - Let’s assume everyone knows Hades and Persephone are the kid’s parents. This also pisses her off. You see, Hera gave Zeus two sons: Ares and Hephaestus. Ares, the elder of the two, is the least liked of the family, often humiliated in myths with his only supporters seeming to be his mother and his lover Aphrodite, wife of his brother, Hephaestus. Zeus’s favourite children, by contrast, are his “eldest”, Athena, and his youngest, Hermes, the former of whom is his daughter from his first wife, the Nymph Metis, and thus “technically” his eldest, as well as a war god like Ares, but is more about strategy rather than brutality. As his first wife’s only child, Athena, unlike most of the others, is a legitimate child of Zeus. Hephaestus is just ugly and Hera threw him off Olympus herself (Also he imprisoned her this one time), so this is mostly about Ares. So, having his only legitimate sons passed over as heirs makes their mother very angry. Cue titans tearing the kid apart.

After the titans finish, the kid’s heart is left intact. To save him, Zeus put it into his current mortal lover, Semele, to grow a baby around. Hera finds out she’s pregnant, tricks her into getting herself killed via divine burning (think opening the Ark of the Covenant), and Zeus sews what was formed of the kid in his “leg” to finish growing. Once he does, the kid is sent back to be raised by his original parents, now with the witness protection name Dionysus.

From there, Dionysus grows up, has adventures, discovers wine, Hera makes him go insane for a while before Rhea fixes him, and eventually, to get Hera to stop being a prick, Hestia gives up her seat as one of the twelve Olypmians to Dionysus, making him a full God of the pantheon and beyond Hera’s wrath. This works because no one goes against big sister Hestia. No one. (This part isn’t confirmed in myths and appears to be continuity flubs, but it works for this headcanon.)

And that’s my theory on how Zagreus became Dionysus in myth. Goodnight everybody!

[zenalios]

Untamed Seas; 1 - Prologue

Index (R18+)

Summary

Amphitrite, sea goddess, and daughter of Nereus, is less than willing to marry an Olympian, let alone Poseidon, the very god who overthrew her father. She does so nevertheless, in a desperate move to protect her sisters following Nereus’ absence.

The marriage is beneficial to them both: Poseidon gains legitimacy through a union with her, effectively solidifying his control over the seas, and Amphitrite guarantees her sisters' safety, along with all prestige due her status as queen.

The catch? She finds his domineering personality utterly insufferable, and he, the most fearsome god, resents being stuffed into an unwelcome marriage.

They have all eternity to make it work.

TW // Abuse - Verbal and Physical ; Abusive Relationship ; Forced Marriage

Crete, the island where the newly crowned king of gods was said to have been raised. 

It was on this little haven that Zeus’s foster-mother, Amaltheia, had chosen to throw a dance honouring the Titanomachy, on the mountain named after him, though the supreme god himself would not attend due to injuries sustained in his fight with Kronos. The remaining six traitors would not be present either, and these were their reasons given:

“Hestia simply does not do parties, Demeter needs rest from tilling the land, Hera must attend to Zeus' injuries, Hades is away imprisoning Kronos in Tartaros, and Adamas is away conquering new lands.” Amaltheia had ticked off her fingers in that order. And...? Doris gestured for her to continue. The goat nymph sighed, “Not coming.” Doris crossed her arms, an air of impatience coming from the Oceanid. "You’re absolutely sure that one won’t come?" 

Amaltheia scowled at her. “This is the fifth time you’ve asked me about this, and the last time I will answer you —no, he has never attended a single one. Now, will your fifty daughters be in attendance or not?” The maiden huffed, “Tell me now or I will strike them all off the list.” The threat worked like a charm. At once, the freshwater nymph hastily scrawled down seven names onto the parchment. Amaltheia peered at it, then at her old acquaintance. “So few?”

Seven daughters, to be precise. One for each missing member of the Traitors, as they were so called amongst the Titans’ supporters, Doris included. Amaltheia suppressed a sigh. “I’ll see what I can do, my lady.” So saying, Oceanus’s daughter left by the same river she had come. Only then did Zeus’ foster mother release a sharp exhale.  She straightened the piece of parchment for a better look —having counted the seven names did not necessarily mean she had properly read them.  

A sudden shadow cast itself over her, at which she moved away to bring the parchment into the sun; the shadow followed. Before she could turn again, a bandaged hand had plucked the parchment away from her. 

“Hello, mother.” A familiar voice rang in the nymph’s ear. Amaltheia spun around, “Zeus!” She beamed at her pride and joy. How he had grown, she sighed with much satisfaction. “I thought Hera was tending to your injuries?” Zeus, who had far outgrown her by now, replied as he studied the parchment. “Yes, well, we’ve had a little argument over Metis.” Metis was his first wife, by Oceanus, and whom he had only just swallowed a week prior. She watched him closely, her own question lingering in her mind. Someone else, another of Oceanus’s children, had stopped by recently. She simply could not put her thumb on who: it was either one of the many river gods, or one of the great river god’s thousand daughters. “Is this for that dance you’re throwing in my name?” 

Amaltheia blinked. “Yes.” A little chuckle fell from his lips as he began to read the names aloud:

“Amphitrite, Thetis, Galatea, Galene, Erato, Proto, and Doto.”

The goat maiden gasped inwardly. So that was who had come to visit. Oh, Gaia, and she had sworn to Doris that Zeus would not be coming five times over. That included not allowing him to know Nereus’s daughters would be in attendance. She reached to snatch the lowered parchment in his hand, only to have it rise further into the air. “Son, give that back.” Amaltheia offered her foster son a bright, albeit, strained, smile. “You don’t need it, right?” 

Zeus wore a strange smile of his own. “As a matter of fact, mother, I do.”

She threw the king of the gods a wary look, “Why?”

“It seems I will be coming to your little party after all.” Amaltheia nearly swooned at his words. The nymph steadied herself on a nearby rock. “But I’ve already told everyone you won’t be coming.” She pleaded with Zeus, hoping she could still save the situation. Doris would be furious with her if she knew the god had already attained the list of attendees —specifically the one with her daughters’ names. “And,” she continued unsteadily, “I’m almost done with preparations. If you come now, I’ll need even more time to prepare and to rearrange all the events I’ve planned, so— ”

“What, rearrange drinking and dancing?” Zeus snorted at her. Amaltheia instantly shut up. “Easy, just don’t tell anyone I’m coming. It’ll be our little secret.” He waved the paper at her, a little glint in his eye, the sort of look the nymph could not reconcile between the boy she had raised and the king that now stood before her. “I’ll be needing this one, mother.”

“What about my guest list?” Her helpless question hung in the air. She tried begging with her son once more, “I can’t possibly recall those seven names alone —I have at least two hundred guests!” At that Zeus simply shrugged, “All you need to do, mother, is to remember the name Amphitrite. If her sisters come, let them in too.”

“Amphitrite?” Amaltheia repeated slowly in bewilderment. “Why Amphitrite?”

Zeus tapped the sides of his temples, winking at her. “Because I say so.” He stooped down to kiss her on the cheek, and just like that, the king of the gods had also departed from her island with a leap and bound. Amaltheia sank down onto a nearby rock, a troubled feeling in her chest. Had Zeus taken interest in Nereus’ eldest daughter? 

“Should I warn them?” She wondered aloud. Oceanus and Doris would be extremely displeased to find out her foster son would be attending after all. Aside from the powerful Styx, wise little Metis, who had given Zeus the potion to debilitate Kronos, was one of Oceanus’s favourites; and Doris had essentially charged her multiple times with ensuring her own daughters’ safety, away from Zeus, who had grown into a lecher. She sat there for a while, elbows propped on her knees, deep in thought. 

At last, the nymph lifted her head, her mind resigned to the change of plans. 

She would simply not tell them. A parentless goat nymph as herself, who had no illustrious background and no special powers but the one to shift into animal form, stood no chance against these great gods. She sniffed. Travelling to Oceanus was an arduous journey too, accessible only to beings who possessed water-related abilities. 

There was no way for her to get there to begin with, Amaltheia reasoned as she stood up and dusted her hands on her skirt. If asked, she could always feign ignorance —Zeus had come to surprise his own foster mother. Though her worries did not end there, the nymph decided to brush them aside to focus on more pressing issues like the construction of a pavilion for guests and private rooms for revellers.

2 - Snake

[lemonprick]

every now and then don't you just start thinking about heroes of olympus and the reason why it's so unsatisfying continuity-wise as a sequel to percy jackson is that the small steps taken to dismantle the system of gods using children to fight in their wars are not acknowledged in the main narrative, and the mention of calypso and the very minor inclusion of kids from cabins other than the olympians don't do much to carry it on for another series

maybe it's just me but, pjo is kinda a tragedy? the fact that twelve year olds are forced onto quests to help a world they didn't choose to be born into, growing up seeing everyone around them fall before they got to reach adulthood, and having absolutely no choice in this narrative because either side they choose they're going to die no matter what

percy trading immortality for a normal life for all the demigods, his asking literal gods for basic human rights of not dying, at the end of the last olympian sets such a great potential for sequel exploring how things start to change in the demigod world; a hopeful tone to establish that although the world is broken we can change it no matter how little the steps we take

then hoo comes along and we're supposed to believe that despite fighting for five years, losing people along the way, turning down frickin' immortality, the highest honour the gods could give, just for a chance that those he loves and others that will take their place can live a better life, percy gets kidnapped and is ripped from everything he held dear and loses his memories and is transported to another camp, is forced onto another quest along with

a) four teenagers who are new to this demigod thing and haven't experienced the manipulation of the gods as much as he has (sure, they recognise the unfairness of the lives the gods have given them, but their points of view don't seem to show as much resentment towards them as much as percy is likely to have harboured)

b) a new roman praetor who, despite losing his memories, is raised in a culture where discipline and duty is prioritised, where the gods are to be treated with utmost respect and hence is numb to obeying their whims

c) his literal soulmate who has fought by his side through thick and thin, who had to endure eight months of his disappearance without a single clue as to where he could've been as well as a goddess for a mother who would disown her if she ever chose him over obeying her mother's commands,

he doesn't refuse to go? nor does he go on the quest out of reluctance and protectiveness over these children who don't know any better, and along the way doesn't begin to question whose side he actually wants to be on, now that the gods have dismissed his plea without so much as an excuse, and showing the others that maybe the gods aren't worth fighting for?

it doesn't show me a war-weary percy, not just feral and terrifying to watch on the battlefield, but absolutely refuses for him or anyone else to return there. the percy in hoo isn't one who curses out the gods, who is only forced aboard the argo ii after he sees jason, piper, leo, frank and hazel and is reminded of bianca, zoe, lee, beckendorf, michael, silena, ethan, luke, and those from kronos' army that he barely recognised from his first years at camp and decides he won't let that happen again, not ever. it doesn't tell me how he feels a pang in his heart whenever they can only do what the gods say because they don't know what else to do, and convinces them (and himself) that there's a way to make them listen, by going against what they stand for and resisting until they look us in the eye

idk man, there's a ton of things i'm not huge on about hoo, but how percy (and annabeth!) out of the seven approached the quest wasn't exactly my favourite. and how it ended without acknowledging things around here need to be changed or else. maybe it has been addressed in a later book like in toa, which i don't plan on reading, and if so i stand corrected

it's weird since i haven't read either series in so long but I was suddenly hit with feels this afternoon and wrote this post in a. frenzy after coming across this post on my dashboard

[leo-gold-hotchner]

HELLo, Underworld - 1

I decided to just split up cuz I couldn’t continue more with my sleep deprived brain. I just love Greek Mythology and couldn’t keep the idea from my head. If anyone asks my religion, I’m ready to tell them my religion lies with Greek Myth.

My intention was Hotch appearing in the fic, but o well. Foyet. Don’t know about others but definitely Hotch and Reid will be spotted.

G.N. Reader friendship(?) George Foyet

G.N. Reader X Aaron Hotchner (LATER just not this chapter)

Summary: Reader is no longer living and arrived in Underworld. And you decided to make friends with the residents of Underworld.

Word: 1.4k

The void of darkness. That was the name of the place you dubbed as soon as your brain started to function. Despite being in a dark space you could see around you as if there was light. Beautiful white luminescence speckles sparkled like a clear night sky. You blinked. You weren’t scared strangely enough. Curiously, yet hesitantly you took a step and the floor made gentle waves as if a drop of water splashed in the vast calming ocean. 

As you walked forward an exit full of bright light welcomed you. You looked back into the darkness, wondering what you were forgetting, wondering why you were feeling you were leaving a very important piece of something in life. But something was pulling you into the light. Despite the unnatural pulling, you didn’t want to enter the light. 

You had a feeling that if you entered the light, you’d lose yourself. Losing who you were was a scary thing. You jumped as a voice talked in your head. From the voice, you couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman. The voice echoed in your head, but it wasn’t scary. It felt more natural. 

‘You might lose your sanity if you linger with your mind too long.’ 

“Who am I talking to?” 

‘I am everything, yet nothing.’ The voice replied in a riddle. ‘Many choose to give up who they are, choosing a second chance of life.’ 

Perhaps you should’ve stayed in the void. Perhaps you should’ve chosen a second chance, forgetting everything you experienced while you lived. The darkness was gentle, like a warm affectionate hug from people you love. But here? You were wondering what you did to deserve this kind of strange experience. 

You made a sour face to yourself as you observed your surroundings. The sky was blood red with threatening looking dark clouds hovering above you. The land looked deserted with harsh rocks and dried soils, dead trees and grass withered sadly. Red-ish dried dirt flew alongside with a stuffy wind. 

You were not the only one in this terrible place. Men, women, old, young, children, even toddlers were absentmindedly walking -crawling for young ones- towards somewhere in lines. You tried to stop one of them and talk, but they didn’t stop to hear you. Just with a blank face they walked like a robot that was designed to just walk. Their destinations seemed to be the same one. Watching the march warily, you decided to follow them. While following them, you looked at the children and you felt ill. No children shouldn’t arrive in the afterlife before experiencing what the world could offer to them. 

As you walked, you saw a beautiful large pantheon on the hill. It looked as if the white pantheon was glowing in hope in this desperate land. You nearly tripped as you bumped into the person in front of you while your eyes were on the glowing architecture. 

“Sorry,” you muttered an apology despite the person in front of you didn’t show any reaction. 

As you turned to see why the march stopped, your mouth hung a little as you gaped at an enormous ship. The ship was black, emitting a creepy aura like a monster engulfing people. The shade of the dead. People were climbing tall stairs to board the ship with their blank faces. 

“Boat?” 

“A ship, mortal,” a gruff voice drawled next to you. 

You jumped as you didn’t notice a man in a black hood standing next to you. He was leaning on a tall pole that was wrapped around with heavy chains several times. You could see grey peppered hair under the hood, and the black cloak couldn’t hide the sharp eyes of the man. His lips were curled in an arrogant smirk. 

“I haven’t seen a mortal who chose to keep their memory for a long time.” The man curled his long bony finger to you. “Unless you want to cross the Five Rivers with your previous life, I’d stop there.” 

You looked at the marching people, one by one boarding the ship anchored on the transparent yet eery water. You pondered a little and decided to listen to the man. You took a step away from the marching as you kept your curious glance to the pale man. You were already dead. What was the harm to listen to this man?

“What happens when I cross with my memory?” 

“There was one time when they’d gone insane.” The man cackled as if he was telling a funny joke. “You mortals are funny in that way, think you could achieve anything with your little power.” 

You scowled but kept your comment to yourself. Apparently, the man wasn’t ‘mortal’ as you. 

“Since then, my boss explicitly ordered me not to let any mortals with their previous life cross the Rivers.” He shrugged. “No sense of humour, that man.” 

As the man looked over your shoulder, you twirled and noticed you could see the end of the march. 

“That’s the portion of this afternoon.” The man explained as if he was answering your curiosity. 

“I didn’t know it was afternoon.” You looked around the cloud filled sky, but you couldn’t spot the Sun. 

“Helios doesn’t come down as far as here, so Apollo doesn’t reach here. You wouldn’t know if you just arrived here.” He gave you a wicked grin. “Besides, Kronos doesn’t do anything here. I just felt like afternoon. It could be evening.” He shrugged nonchalantly. 

You just raised a brow and the man mirrored with a sharp grin. The end was slowly coming as people -though you didn’t know if they were people now- boarded the ominous ship. 

“You don’t have any obligation to answer me.”

“No, I don’t.” 

“Why?” 

“I’m merely bored. It’s not every day I get to speak with someone who can actually have a talk with me.” He glanced at the mindless people. “Without their previous memories, they’re just empty souls crossing the Rivers.” 

The man then started to follow the last person on the march. He wagged his bony finger at your face as soon as you started to follow him. 

“Haven’t you heard what I said? You can’t go with them.” 

“But what am I going to do here?” You snapped in frustration. 

“Not my problem. You could always look for my boss.” He scoffed but added the last sentence without a beat.

“Your boss?” 

“He’s somewhere here. Wallowing in his misery all the time. But he’s here. If you look carefully, you might find him and tell him you want to leave.” 

“Who’s he?” 

“Hades,” he rolled his eyes as if it was a matter-of-fact. 

You should’ve known when he was blabbering about the Greek Gods’ names. Of course you were in the Underworld ruled by the God of Underworld, Hades. You glanced at the River, and then the ship, then to the man. 

“You’re Charon the Ferryman.” 

“Half-correct.” The man showed his crooked teeth, and you frowned. “As you took some of my boredom of this tedious and horrendous job, I’ll tell you as a reward.” He peeked his behind to see the last passenger boarding his ship. “The name’s George.” 

That was unexpected. The name was just so… mortal. 

“I was once a mortal, mind you.” He gave you a pointed look. “This is my punishment for my sin. I guide people across the Rivers and watch them arrive in Elysion to get a chance to be reborn. I was given to Charon, the original ferryman. I do the duty of the ferryman now. Living in this chain of monotonous life without any fun.” 

“So, you were a mortal.” 

“Wasn’t that obvious?” 

“You talked to me as if you were not mortal.” You scoffed. 

“I am no longer mortal.” He narrowed his eyes. “I have to go. Both my boss and master won’t be happy if I delay ferrying the souls.” He busied himself by manually moving the stairs. 

“Well, thanks for telling me. And bye.” 

George stopped himself and looked at you strangely. “You’re an interesting person.” 

“I’m sure that’s a compliment from a man who’d met many people.” 

The ferryman surprisingly chuckled at you. “Good luck with finding Lord Hades. Or should I say break your leg as mortals say?” 

“If I break my leg I can’t find him,” you retorted drily. 

“Of course, we wouldn’t want that.” 

You blinked as the man suddenly disappeared in black cloud. Then you heard his yelling from the deck of the ship. He pointed his finger behind you. He was pointing at the beautiful pantheon. 

“Other Gods visit there sometimes. If you get lucky, ask them, you want to have an audience with my boss.” 

His voice echoed in your ears as you fixed your gaze at the pantheon. When you finally turned to thank George, the ship had already sailed, and he was gone from the deck. 

To the pantheon then.

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In case anyone who aren’t familiar with Greek Myth

Helios - God of Sun

Apollo - God of Sun and other things -the list is too long- (but I think he’s more like Sunlight rather than the Sun itself)

Kronos - God of Time (sometimes Chronos and Kronos become one, but they’re different gods)

Charon - the ferryman of Underworld 

Hades - God of Underworld

[scarletarosa]

Rhea

Greek goddess of fertility, motherhood, life, nourishment, and abundance  

Rhea (known as Opis to the Romans) is the Mother of the Greek gods and the original Queen of Heaven before being cast aside for Zeus’ wife, Hera. Rhea’s name means "flow" and "ease." As the wife of Kronos (god of time), she represented the eternal flow of time and generations; as the great Mother (Meter Megale), the “flow” was menstrual blood, birth waters, and milk. She was also a goddess of comfort and ease, a blessing reflected in the common Homeric phrase "the gods who live at their ease (rhea)."

Myths: Rhea is the wife of the god of time, Kronos. In mythical stories, it is said that when her husband heard a prophecy that he would be overthrown by one of his children, he began devouring each of them as soon as they were born, causing Rhea great suffering. When Rhea bore her youngest, Zeus, she did so in secret and hid him away in a cave in Krete (Crete) guarded by the warriors called the Kouretes. Rhea returned and tricked Kronos by presenting a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes, which he immediately consumed. So Zeus was then raised in secrecy on Mount Dikte in Krete, where he was nursed by nymphs on the milk of the goat Amaltheia and guarded by the Kouretes, who drowned out the sound of Zeus’ crying with their shield-clashing battle-dance.

Upon coming of age, Zeus recruited the goddess Metis to his cause. She served Kronos a magical draught which caused him to disgorge the young gods he had devoured. Zeus proceded to liberated the six giant-sons of Heaven from the pit of Tartaros. In gratitude the Kyklopes (Cyclopes) armed him with lightning-bolts and the Hekatonkheires (Hundred-Handed) aided him in his assault on the Titans with volleys of thrown boulders. Kronos and his allies were eventually defeated and banished to a prison beneath the earth. After the fall of the Titan-gods, Zeus and his brothers Poseidon and Hades drew lots to divide rule of the cosmos - Zeus won the heavens, Poseidon the sea, and Hades the Underworld.

In my personal workings with Rhea, she says that her husband, Kronos, was not malicious at all and had been wrongly overthrown by Zeus a long time ago when he was younger. When this was done, Rhea and the rest of the elder rulers were then cast underground, with Rhea experiencing great solitude and suffering. In order to justify his actions to humans, Zeus fabricated the story of Kronos devouring his own children to the Greeks. Over time, Zeus matured and gained wisdom, causing him to see the great wrong in his actions. He brought back Rhea to the heavens, freed Prometheus, and allowed the freedom of the other Titan gods as well. Nowadays, Zeus is much more benevolent and compassionate, since he is one of the gods who wisely decided to learn from his past mistakes. 

Personality: Rhea is a deeply nurturing and gentle-hearted goddess who adores all life and nature. She speaks gently and is very generous; only truly desiring love and respect from her followers, whom she often treats as her children. She strongly values things such as honesty, empathy, compassion, and humility. In appearance, Rhea is a beautiful woman with long black hair and eyes that shift in colour. Oftentimes, she enjoys wearing flowers in her hair and can be seen smiling gently.  

| Sacred Symbols |

Turret Crown

Cymbal

Lions

Fir Trees

Mountains

Offerings: honey mead, herbal infusions, sweet white wine, fresh water, all flowers, pine cones, cane sugar, honey, lamb or goat meat, lamb wool, goat hide, strawberries, cherries, apples, limes, lemons, spinach, peas, lentils, bread loaves, wheat, corn, jasper, calcite, emerald, peridot, citrine, obsidian, river pebbles, poetry *no pork, chicken, or beef

[amarauder]

Percy is a Boiled Egg (Part One) - Percy Jackson x Reader

004. percy is a boiled egg (part one)

PAIRING; Percy Jackson x Reader

REQUEST; "Are you nervous, love?"/ reader comes along in the son of Neptune quest and they fall in love

GODLY PARENT; Mars (reader is roman, ares in greek)

DATE; May 19th, 2020

WORD COUNT; 6467

WARNING; keep in mind that reader curses using food terms so you're not confused, also, because this is based so much off the book, I already have a disclaimer at the introduction part, but I just feel like it needs another one.

A/N; So, I basically wrote this whole thing in a day? Also, this is only part one because well, I needed to get something out and it's so long already. But I knew this request was going to be long so. It might be two parts, three parts, whatever. Anyway, this is not my best work but I like it. So... Also, I hope I didn't rush Percy's relationship with reader too much, especially considering they actually didn't introduce themselves. But here's the thing, I am probably going to go back and add in the war games part. (it will be in a flashback sort of thing though) I just kind of skipped over it because originally the one shot started after the war games but then I realized that the requester wanted some other things before that. So...

TRAILER; in which reader is forced to tag along on the quest.

REQUESTED BY; becca_unheart

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 Y/N was more pissed off than worried as she entered Camp Jupiter once again. It had been around two months of merely surviving on a quest, well, actually, two days of trying to complete the quest and the rest was just attempting to survive.

 Her and a group of other idiotic demigods, while sprinkling in a few amazons only led to trouble. Y/N should have known that when she accepted the quest to find Jason Grace, but all she found was that the Gods had miraculously decided to stop talking to them, of course, right after their beloved Praetor left. Oh, and the only way she knew how to kill monsters was now apparently not working, despite it have continued on for millennias. But you know priorities.

"Come on, you pork chops," Y/N said as they crossed the Nile River, "I gotta give Renya the run down of the quest, and she's not gonna be happy. So I suggest you shower and get some sleep while you can."

The campers nodded and went their own way, with a chorus of thanks between them.

The walk to the Principa should have been calming, but Y/N was going to meet Renya at the Principa to tell her they had not found Jason Grace which was almost equivalent to a march of death.

But it seemed marching to her death had been too monotonous because when she got there Renya was already there gliding across the floor like an eagle about to grab it's prey. It made her stumble of her panic, she had expected Renya to be out and about, it would give Y/N some time to think about how she could try and make the situation seem better.

Fortunately, Hazel stood in front of Renya, along with a boy who looked around her age. Their time with Reyna would hopefully give her more time to think. It was odd seeing the two together, and Y/N wondered how the boy and Hazel had become acquaintances considering their age difference. Well, what she guessed was their age difference, they were facing Renya and the only thing she could point out was that he had dark hair and was tall. But boys don't usually grow until their late teens.

It wasn't until that Argentum and Aurum nuzzled against her hands did she turn her attention back to Renya.

Renya had never looked so relieved to see Y/N and it wavered her nerves for a second. But then her eyes flickered past Y/N and she saw no Jason Grace, and Y/N saw the corner of Renya's lips dip down again. "Y/N," Renya boomed, interrupting Hazel and causing both the boy and Hazel to look over at her, "It's about time you came home." Y/N opened her mouth to speak but Renya beat her to it, "We will discuss that matter later, as for now, there are more important things to discuss. Hazel take Percy outside, Y/N will join you both to Temple Hill and explain the legion. Good luck with the augury, Percy Jackson. If Octavian lets you live, perhaps we can compare notes... about your past."

Hazel and the boy, Percy Jackson, walked past her. She gave Hazel a smile, and studied Percy. He was rather cute considering his filthiness, he looked exhausted but managed to get out of Renya's wrath without collapsing. Y/N should have been impressed but all she got was an odd feeling about him, as if he was an omen, a quick warning, but she couldn't tell if it was a good one or a bad one.

The second they exited the Principa, Renya collasped in her chair, "No sign of Jason, then?"

"Nothing," Y/N replied after some hesitation, "It doesn't make sense Renya. No clues, no nothing. None of the amazons have seen him, or Lupa. It's almost as if he disappeared in thin air. But the Gods aren't talking to us, and it either has something to do with the monsters not dying or Jason disappearing... maybe even both."

Renya was quiet after her mini speech, but she didn't look shocked as if she had been expecting all of this but didn't want to admit it. Her silence made Y/N nervous. Holy Mars' chicken wings,  Camp Jupiter just made her anxious in general.

"I, um," Renya started and then cleared her throat. It was when Y/N took a step closer did she realize that her Praetor had been close to tears. Y/N didn't know what to do, in normal circumstances, she would go up and comfort Renya. But Renya wasn't just anyone, she was her Praetor and she didn't know the guidelines for this protocol. Plus, what was she supposed to say? I'm sorry that Jason disappeared right when you guys were going to become a couple, even though it's illegal and I am not supposed to know that but basically the entire camp knows.

Fortunately, Renya calmed down during Y/N's mini panic attack and picked herself up, "Keep an eye on Percy Jackson, Y/N. There is... He is... I think he has something to do with Jason missing."

Y/N raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. That boy that she just saw has something to do with Jason? What was Renya going on about? "That doesn't make sense."

"He's lost his memory, Y/N."

"And?"

Renya hesitated before breathing out a sigh and gesturing for Y/N to come closer, "I've met him before. Back when I..." she trailed off and gave Y/N a look. Back when she had been working on Circe's Island. "Ya, before I became Praetor, I met him there. He's a Gracceus, Y/N. A son of Poseidon, a son of the big three, just like Jason."

Y/N sat down her heart pounding in her ears as her mind fluttered around thousands and thousands of different possibilities. Was Percy dangerous? Had the Gods sent him here on purpose? What were they trying to pull? Was Jason okay? Where was he? Was there a Greek legion just like them? Were they trying to send them a warning by kidnapping Jason?

"So, you're saying that Percy's Greek and-" Renya startled her by clapping a hand over her mouth, she hadn't even said it that loud!

"You have to be quiet about these things, Y/N. What if Octavian found out? Or worse, Percy."

So, Percy doesn't know he is a Greek demigod, and Renya thinks that is worse than Octavian finding out and killing everyone. Makes sense, obviously.

"Ya, priorities, right?" Y/N scoffed with a roll of her eyes once Renya took her hand off her mouth. "But explain to me what you know, so we are on the same page."

"Percy Jackson is a son of Poseidon and Jason is a son of Jupiter. They are both one of the only known sons of the big three." What about Nico and Hazel, Y/N thought, but just as she was about to open her mouth to ask she closed it. Hades had always been shunned away, maybe his children didn't count? "Percy has no memory but somehow has survived for sixteen years despite the fact that he is a son of Neptune-sorry, Poseidon-and has no markings on his wrist and just recently visited Lupa. What if the Greek demigods never went extinct after the war?"

The idea was so ridiculous that Y/N started to laugh. Her hysterical laughter was more like a panic attack, but Renya just sat her down. "There's no way Renya. No way. The Greeks went extinct after the war, they don't have their own legion. Percy probably just got really lucky and Jason may have gone looking for his sister, ya know? Remember the girl, Thalia, he used to always talk about."

"But Mount Othrys, we wouldn't have been able to take down Kronos' black throne without-"

"No," Y/N snapped at her, realization dawning on her like finding the answer to a previous question on a test after reading a new question. She got up before she would dive head first into Renya's conspiracy theories. "No, there's no way. There can't be."

"Just think about it."

"Why? To stress me out more?"

"No, because what if Jason's there?"

"And if Jason has no memory of us then we are absolutely, positively screwed."

"What? Why?"

"Renya, we do not have the resources right now for a war."

"Who said they would attack us?" Renya snapped back, hurt by her friend disclosing her idea before it had really even started.

"Well, we would. Who's to say they are any different?"

"If Jason was there... I would never, could never," Renya rambled on, her arms wrapping around her stomach. For a few seconds Y/N felt guilty. She knew she would never be able to fight, hell, kill demigods. But she had to nip this bud before it bloomed. False hope never led to anything good.

"I know, but Octavian would." Renya looked up as she said that, and before Renya could mention anything about Y/N running against Octavian for Praetor she left.

-

"Who's Jason?" she heard Percy ask Hazel before they came into view. It was a nice day, the sun warmed her up nicely and she fought against the urge to just drop down on the grassy area and just sun bathe, maybe forget about life for a while. She probably would have if Jason wasn't brought up.

Y/N and Jason had somewhat gotten along. She respected him and he respected her, but Jason had always been way too serious and had seemed to bring out a sobering part of her that Y/N hadn't even realized she had.

Before Jason had decided to be a little sardine and disappear on everyone, life had been great. She had been working up the ranks and finally had been just about to become apart of the Senate when Jason decided that the fifth cohort needed a different centurion. Jason had left the day after she was appointed the second centurion of the fifth cohort, which according to Jason was an honor but Y/N never believed him.

Besides that, Renya had been her best friend before he left. But now, she didn't know where they stood, not after that fight they had about Jason the day before he left. Y/N really didn't want to become centurion of the fifth cohort, they got the worst weapons, the worst bedding and bathing times. It had been more of an insult than a honor. But Renya had just mindlessly agreed with anything he said, like a lost puppy. It was ridiculous and Renya should have known that, but then he had to go and disappear, and now, Y/N regretted that fight more than ever.

Her and Jason Grace weren't on the best terms at the moment but that didn't stop her from snapping at the boy who was causing even more problems. Why was it always boys?

"No one," Y/N spat and started walking towards Temple Hill without checking to see if they were following.

Instead of cowering away like most of the campers did, all Percy said was, "You remind me of someone."

"Well, if they are anything like me then they must hate you a lot," Y/N growled and threw her hair up in a ponytail. It was knotted and greasy from lack of hygiene, but lack of hygiene had never been one of her top priorities on her quest, on any quest for that matter.  

"You remember someone?" Hazel asked, "Who?" Y/N had almost forgotten he had lost his memory. Losing memories isn't common in a demigod life, but concussions were.

"My Mom," Percy said wistfully, then turned to Y/N, "She's not who you remind me of though. I don't know who that is."

Y/N nodded and rolled her eyes, then why did he even mention his Mom, "Have you always had memories of your Mother?"

"Ya, her names Sally and I remember some brief memories of when I was young but that's about it."

"Have you had him checked for a concussion yet, Hazel?" Y/N asked.

"No-"

"Why does it even matter," Percy moped, "I'm going to die thanks to Octavian anyway."

Y/N laughed, "Don't worry about him. Everyone is just stressed, no one is going to die."

"Ya," Hazel added with a teasing smile, "Besides Octavian has a soft spot for Y/N. I think that's why Renya sent her with us."  

-

Y/N had just finished roll call when she saw Hazel skid into line. Fortunately, Dakota hadn't reached the end of his list of names and Hazel had made it just in time to squeak out, "Present!" The younger girl had nectar dripping off her fingertips and she had half a mind to go ask her if everything was okay before Octavian started.

"Colors!" he shouted and the standard-bearers stepped forward. Each drenched in lion-skin and poles with each cohort's emblem. When her cohort presented their own pole, Y/N flinched from embarassment. The stupid eagle was still missing, and Y/N would be damned if entire career at the fifth cohort went by without finding it.

Despite everyone snickering about the eagleless pole, Renya carried on, "Romans!" she called. "You've probably heard about the incursion today. Two gorgons were swept into the river by this newcomer, Percy Jackson. Juno herself guided him here, and proclaimed him as a son of Neptune."

Glancing up at Percy, she found herself shocked at his modesty. He had been led to Camp by a goddess, and not just any goddess, the queen of gods herself. Then, he managed to slash two gorgons, and merely raised his hand and said, "Hi."

Something fishy was going on. She couldn't name one guy who wouldn't flaunt this feat, even Jason had been one to brag about taking down Kronos' throne during dinners.

"He seeks to join the legion," Renya continued. "What do the auguries say?"

"I have read the entrails," Octavian announced, his eyes were locked on her form and Y/N almost stumbled back in surprise. She hadn't been expecting him to be looking straight at her when he said that. Before Y/N could turn to Dakota and see if he had noticed anything odd about that encounter too, even though it probably wouldn't have done any good, Octavian remarked, "The auguries are favorable. He is qualified to serve."

The campers all shouted, "Ave!" One kid in the third court screamed it so loud that Y/N stopped glaring holes into Octavian's head to look at him. Him and his friends had only snickered.

Renya gestured for the centurions to come forward and with a sigh, Y/N took a few steps forward with a roll of her eyes. How was she supposed to take this seriously when she was stuck in the fifth cohort?

It wasn't until Renya had glared at her did Y/N start to pay attention to what was going on.

Percy shifted. "Letters? Um, no."

Octavian smirked and wrinkled his nose. She noticed him glancing at her again and she scoffed, loudly. Octavian did a double take and it seemed that this had gotten the rest of the camper's attentions too because everyone was staring at her.

"Do you have anything to say for the fifth cohort, Y/N?" Octavian asked, his smile widening when everyone started to laugh.

Y/N glanced at Renya. She sighed and then looked at Percy, then sighed again, "I don't mean to interupt, Senior Centurion," Y/N mocked, Octavian's own eyes narrowing. If there was one thing in the world that Octavian wanted, it was to be Praetor. He wasn't yet and Y/N prayed to every God and Goddess there ever was that he would never become one. "But Juno did purposely lead Percy here, and if the Queen of Gods decides to take the time out of her day to bring Percy to us... Then, I mean, what better recommendation could you really want?"

Octavian fumed when murmured agreements were heard throughout the cohorts. Y/N looked at Percy, who was looking back at her with a type of sincerity that made felt her stomach flutter. Her hand subconsciously made it's way to brush back some of her hair that was still wet from the baths, and she noticed her cheek felt warm from under her fingertips. She was just thankful that she couldn't blush. (or, if you can then, She was just hoping that everyone took her embarrassment from all the attention she had received in such a short amount of time.)

"No letters," Octavian said regretfully and Y/N's mouth dropped open, appalled, "Will any legionnaires stand for him?"

"I will!" She heard Frank from behind her, "He saved my life!"

Almost immediately, there were shouts of protest from every cohort. Renya raised her hand for silence and glared daggers at Frank, "Frank Zhang, for the second time today, I remind you that you are on probatio. Your godly parent has not claimed you yet. You're not elgible to stand for another camper until you've earned your first stripe."

But before anyone could open their mouth to stand for Percy, Hazel took over, "What Frank means is that Percy saved both our lives. I am a member of the legion. I will stand for Percy Jackson."

However, other campers started to whisper between themselves again. Hazel was barely eligible. She had only gotten her first stripe a week or two ago, and her 'act of valor' had been more of an accident than anything.

It seemed Renya realized that too because she looked at Y/N for help, and once again Y/N sighed. "I will stand for Perseus Jackson." Y/N said, quietening everyone down to silence. Twice that day Y/N had stood up for Percy, it was enough to make rumors circle around. "I am not only a full member of the legion, but also a centurion. Perseus Jackson will be in good hands, if you do not accept Hazel's then accept mine."

Over the chaos that had ensued after he speech, she thought she heard Percy say, "It's Percy, not Perseus." But Y/N couldn't bring herself to care, especially when they had decided Y/N would be most eligible to stand for him.

-

Her chest burned as she stared at the idiot in front of her. Dakota and Renya glanced at each other uneasily out of the corner of her eye but she paid them no attention, Mike Kahale was the only thing on her mind. He was rolling his eyes as if no one's lives mattered except for the legions.

"Come on, L/N," he said after no one dared to say anything, "Why don't you calm down? Have some of Dakota's pathetic kool-aid."

"Hey," Dakota remarked looking appalled, "Leave the kool-aid out of this!"

"It's bologna! Octavian obviously killed her!"

"I could do for a bologna cheese sandwich right now," Someone that sounded suspiciously like Percy said behind her.

"Ya," Dakota remarked, "Y/N, your curse words always make me hungry."

Mike took another step towards her as if to try and intimidate Y/N. Her hand trembled beside her as she fought against the urge to punch him in the face. , "Don't make assumptions, L/N. You have no clue what you are talking about."

"Well, it's remarkable that the plium belongs to the first cohort, and Octavian had managed to lose his right before this happened," Y/N hissed as she turned to look at the man himself, "Did you drop it on the floor, or no let me guess. Did one of your stuffed bears hit Gwen with the plium?"

Octavian only stared at her silently, which only fueled her anger. How could he just stand there after he killed another camper? Shaking her head, she turned to Renya who looked to be on the verge of tears.

The sick feeling in her stomach worsened, and she felt as if she was about to throw up and scream at the same time.

She felt Mike brush against her as she walked over to Renya and whispered, "We all know you are upset just because I took your place in the senate and your place as centurion in the first cohort. How does it feel to step down to the fifth cohort, Y/N? I'm sure you are happy. Afterall, you are with your pathetic greek boyfriend."

Y/N froze, how does Mike of all people know about Percy's potential past? Did he overhear Renya? Oh gods, does Octavian know? She is going to die because of her stupid decision to stand for the fish prince.

"Well, are you?"

Just as Y/N was about to tackle Mike to the ground she felt a grip on her hand. It was Percy, who looked just as shocked to be holding her hand as she did. He quickly removed it and rubbed his neck, "Uhh, Gwen, I think that's her name, ya, Gwen is alive."

A flood of relief washed over her. But it didn't make sense, and soon the grief was back just as quick. Percy had to be wrong. She was dead, they had all seen her die. The medic had announced her dead. But all Y/N could manage was a, "What?"

He nodded and Y/N looked over to see Gwen looking as if she had never been dead in the first place. Her mind raced, and suddenly Y/N felt dizzy, as if she had been the one dying. She will be, if what she thinks is true.

"Who are you," Y/N hissed and grabbed his arm bringing him closer, "Who are you really?"

Percy looked completely alarmed by her sudden closeness and he shook his head wildly, "I'd tell you if I knew, honest."

She searched his eyes as if she would find the answers in there, but found none. They looked remarkably like the ocean, probably something to do with being the son of Neptune, or Poseidon, or... either one. Ugh, she was just so confused.

"Alright," Y/N said and took her grip off his arm, then reached for his hand instead to pull him away from the crowd,"I believe you, but I'm not sure everyone else will."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Y/N paused for a second to get her bearings as to where the crowd ended and started, "It means that strange things are happening, Percy. And you seem to be in the middle of it. People are going to want to blame you. You show up with a goddess on your back who talks about a prophecy, defeated gorgons single handedly, and you have no memory what so ever, but still managed to live to sixteen years old without coming to camp. Plus, you are a son of Neptune which is never a good thing."

"Wait, wait," Percy said and stopped her from moving any further. But that meant they had to get very close to talk so no one else would hear. She couldn't really move to face him because of the amount of campers around, so it left Percy muttering in her ear. His breath felt so warm against her neck yet still managed to give her shivers, her hand throbbed from his contact, and she noticed he smelled distinctly of the ocean.  It all somehow made her feel very calm and dizzy at the same time.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and it such a strange and unfamiliar feeling yet Y/N managed to feel comfortable the whole time. What was he doing to her? Was it a part of his powers he had inherited from Poseidon?

Y/N didn't think so, she had only felt like this when she was near Venus' children. Only this time it seemed to draw her in more and more until she would lose her train of thought.

When Percy turned to her, she realized he had been speaking the entire time. She turned to face him (the kid that had been blocking her finally moved) but was met by a disgruntled Percy. He was looking far in the distance as if sensing something. Y/N wondered what he was doing, but she didn't have time to think about it.

A thunderous voice rolled across the field: Death loses its hold. This is only the beginning.

Campers drew weapons. Hannibal trumpeted nervously. Renya's pegasus reared, almost throwing her off. Percy's hand squeezed hers tighter, almost like an attempt to ground her, but Y/N barely registered it. The voice angered her more than she could comprehend.

"I know that voice," Percy said. He didn't sound pleased. Y/N couldn't agree more, a visit from her Father was never a enjoyable experience.

An explosion boomed throughout the camp, close enough for Y/N to feel it but far enough to not catch fire. Everyone scrambled backwards as a huge soldier stepped out from the flames.

There stood Mars, weapons and all. Y/N only glared, but he didn't seem to notice her, he never had.

As everyone stepped back, Y/N stepped forward and it was only until she felt Percy's hand yank her back that she realized what she had been doing. Maybe drawing her in was part of being a daughter of Ares. Whatever it was didn't matter because a second later Frank knelt in front of him. Y/N followed suit as many other people had started too.

"That's good," Mars said. "Kneeling is good. it's been a long time since I've visited Camp Jupiter."

Y/N noticed that her hand had slipped from Percy's. It didn't matter too much as they barely knew each other and Y/N felt more embarrassment than anything for holding his hand for that long. What bothered her the most was that Percy remained standing. He was the only one not kneeling. His sword was still in his other hand, and he glared at Mars. Y/N yanked on his shirt as if to try to remind him to kneel next to her.

"You're Ares," Percy said. "What do you want?"

Oh Gods, Y/N thought, of all the times to pick to be Greek he had to choose now? Why, oh why, did Renya choose her to take care of Percy? She was going to get blasted to bits and at the hands of her Father, it really couldn't get any worse.

Y/N wanted to do something, maybe yank Percy down or say something to excuse him, but she didn't know what.

However, instead the god grinned.

"You've got spunk, demigod," he said. "Ares is my Greek form. But to these followers, to the children of Rome, I am Mars-patron of the empire, divine Father of Romulus and Remus."

Y/N wanted to yell out, "You're my Father too! It would do you some good to remember that!" But she didn't.

"We've met," Percy said. "We... we had a fight..."

Y/N wanted to cry. She choose to risk her life to this idiot, who lacked the brains to not only pick a fight with her Father, but tempt fate to do it again?

Instead of picking a fight, Mars, Ares, whatever, scratched his chin, as if trying to recall. "I fight a lot of people. But I assure you-you've never fought me as Mars. If you had, you'd be dead. Now, kneel, as befits a child of Rome, before you test my patience."

Y/N felt herself start to nod and agree with her Father before she remembered that she was in charge of Percy.

"Percy," she whispered, hastily taking hold of his shirt, "please."

Percy glanced at her, then looked back at Ares. He clearly didn't like it, but he knelt next to her.

"Romans, lend me your ears!" He bellowed with a laugh, "I've always wanted to say that. I come from Olympus with a message. Jupiter doesn't like us communicating directly with mortals, especially nowadays, but he has allowed this exception, as you Romans have always been my special people. I'm only permitted to speak for a few minutes so listen up."

He pointed at Gwen. "That one should be dead, yet she's not. The monsters you fight no longer return to Tartarus when they are slain. Thanatos has been chained. The Doors of Death have been forced open and no one is policing them. Gaea allows our enemies to pour forth into the world of morals. Her sons the giants are mustering armies against you-armies that you will not be able to kill. You must find Thanatos and free him from the giants. Only he can reverse the tide."

An unconscious smile made it's way onto her face. A quest? This would be the perfect time for her to show her true potential to the senate and maybe finally, finally join them and achieve her dream.

Mars looked around as if in a trance, and realized everyone was still kneeling. "Oh you can get up now. Any questions?"

Renya got up slowly, "Lord Mars, we are honored."

"Beyond honored," said Octavian. "So far beyond honored-"

"Well?" Mars snapped.

"Well," Renya said, "People will stop dying, therefore Gwen returned?"

"If left unchecked," Mars said with a nod, "even mortals will eventually find it impossible to die. Can you imagine a world in which no one died-ever?"

Octavian raised his hand. "But, ah, mighty all-powerful Lord Mars, if we can't die, isn't that a good thing? If we can stay alive indefinitely-"

Y/N snickered quietly, a world without Octavian was a good one. But then she realized what she had thought, and mentally smacked herself a few times. She would never with death upon anyone, not even Octavian and his creepy staring.

"Don't be foolish, boy!" Mars bellowed. "Endless slaughter with no conclusion? Carnage without any point? Enemies that rise again and again and can never be killed? Is that what you want?"

"You're the god of war," Percy spoke up. "Don't you want endless carnage?"

Y/N's eyes widened and she almost wanted to smack Percy on the back of the head. Again, Y/N waited for the god to strike both of them down, but Mars just grinned like they were two old buddies talking trash.

"Insolent, aren't you? Perhaps I have fought you before. I can understand why I'd want to kill you." Ya, Y/N could understand too. Absolute idiot. "I'm the god of Rome, child. I am the god of military might used for a righteous cause. I protect the legions. I am happy to crush my enemies underfoot, but I don't fight without a reason. I don't want war without end. You will discover this. You will serve me."

"Not likely," Percy said.

Y/N finally found he voice again and scoffed, "Did you not just hear anything he said before the last comment?" Percy turned towards her blankly, "Boys!"

The god laughed, "But you know that it's not just boys, don't you, my daughter?" Y/N's breath hitched. She felt like all the blood in her body had seeped down to her feet. Her Father was talking to her. "I order a quest! You will go north and find Thanatos in the land beyond the gods. You will free him and thwart the plans of the giants. Beware Gaea! Beware her son, the eldest giant! Perhaps if the quest succeeds, and you return by the Feast of Fortuna.. perhaps then your honor will be restored. If you don't succeed, there won't be any camp left to return too. So my advice is: Don't fail."

Percy moved to face her and she felt her hand go along with him before realizing she still had her grip on his shirt. She quickly let go, but Percy didn't seem to notice. He only muttered, "I still don't get what's so great about this feast for tuna."

Y/N burst out laughing and quickly placed her hands over her mouth to stop her giggles. It had been so loud that even Mars turned towards her with a well placed brow but then turned towards Octavian again. "It's feast fortuna, Percy."

"Ya, that's what I said."

"No," Y/N said shaking her head and still laughing, "It's latin for... something. I forget. But the feast is not for tuna, specifically."

"Oh," Percy nodded with a hint of a smile, "That would be cool, though."

"Ya, it would be," Y/N said agreeing, even though she really didn't think having a feast for the worst kind of fish would not be very nice. Actually, catfish would be worse.

Before she could voice her idea about catfish, campers started screaming and she realized that Ares was holding a grenade. Percy pulled Y/N behind him as if she hadn't been trained for this and he was grenade proof.

She stepped around him with a roll of her eyes, Percy smiled sheepishly. Y/N just glared at him.

"There!" Mars finished writing and threw a scroll at Octavian. When did he get a scroll? "A prophecy. You can add it to your books, engrave it on your floor, whatever."

Octavian read the scroll. It seemed he was confused because he looked up at the scroll then to Mars and back again. Y/N wasn't suprised, Mars should have given him a stuffed bear, Octavian seems to understand that more. "This says, 'Go to Alaska. Find Thanatos and free him. Come back by sundown on June twenty-fourth or die."

"Yes," Mars said. "Is that not clear?"

"Well, my lord... usually prophecies are unclear. They're wrapped in riddles. They rhyme, and..."

Mars casually popped another grenade off his belt, "Yes?"

"The prophecy is clear!" Octavian announced quickly, "A quest!"

"Good answer. Thought I was gonna have to blast you, which would have been fun, but you like my daughter, so I have to give you that or Venus will- Nevermind." He tapped his chin. "Now, what else? There was something else... Oh, yes."

Octavian turned bright red. He grabbed the scroll, and then turned around only to look at Y/N again. He sure was looking at her a lot, it was creepy.

She had been so confused about Octavian's actions that she had barely noticed Frank finally get claimed by Ares. She smiled, Frank was her brother! He was a good kid, and an even better friend to Hazel. Y/N liked him.

"My kid Frank Zhang is gonna lead the quest to free Thanatos, unless there are any objections?"

Of course, no one said a word, but she saw Hazel look even more worried. "You can take two companions. Those are the rules. One of them needs to be this kid." He pointed at Percy, "He's gonna learn some respect for Mars on this trip, or die trying. As for the second, wait, isn't there one of this dumb rules where the legionnaires who stand for him have to make sure he doesn't die, or something? I don't really remember. Whatever. Who stands for Percy?"

No, Y/N thought. Her legs turned wobbly. A sense of dread settled over her, worse than the day she had arrived at Camp for the very first time.

She knew what was coming, but she couldn't stop it. She stepped forward against her will.

Mars grinned, "Ahh, yes, my daughter. Nice job taking Kronos' throne, kid. I haven't seen that kind of bravery in a while. I remember mocking Jupiter about his son's job paling in comparison to mine. That was my kid, I said to him. Then, he got Senate instead of you. Who's Prateor?"

Renya raised her hand.

"You were there, weren't you? Unless, you were blind, that was an MVP play. You're not blind, are you?"

Renya looked like she was trying to swallow a mouse. "No, Lord Mars."

"Then make sure she gets her place on the Senate. If anyone has earned it, it's her. Not some cheap lousy job in the Fifth Cohort. We can't have Jupiter's stupid son stopping her potential because he's jealous, can we? Especially now that he's gone." he yelled at the legion, in case anyone hadn't heard which was impossible, she was pretty sure the entire world had heard. Y/N wanted to melt into the dirt and just die. He entire body trembled. She wasn't sure whether to be happy that he noticed her or die form embarrassment and mortification, that he was happy Jason was gone, all because of her.

Mars seemed to realize his mistake too late because his image flickered. Lightning cracked across the sky. "Ugh, well, he's pissed. Whatever. Y/N can be the third, or the fourth. I don't care. You can add another companion because Y/N has to be there for the sea slug. Pick whomever you want. Have one of your senate debates. You all are good at those. Until next time, Romans! Do not disappoint me!"

The second he was gone, Y/N felt a overwhelming amount of eyes on her.

"Holy cucumber sandwich."

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Anyway so this is my New Gods AU for Percy Jackson

The gods are fading and some of them have acknowledged their fate and prepared (Hades) and others are flat out in denial and Do Not Believe It And I Will Strike You Done If You Do (Zeus)

Poseidon has figured it out as well and decided to not leave it up to chance who will inherit his domain. The easiest solution? Have a child.

Percy grows up slightly differently than in canon. He’s stronger for one, more god than human and more aware that he’s different

When his mom cuts herself while making dinner, he holds her hand under water and watches as the injury heals while ichor drops from his nose

Most of the time Percy’s blood is red, but sometimes it’s not and Sally worries how she’s supposed to raise such a child

When Percy arrives at Camp he’s a mess because he’s used to having his mom as a shield to the world and now she’s dead, the world isn’t in harmony and nobody ever actually told him what he is, but he knows it’s not just a demigod

Enter Tired Exhausted PTSD ridden Luke Castellan. Luke, who is holding himself together with safety pins as a Titan whispers in his head while he tries to built a future that isn’t drenched in blood

(He still cares so much, but it’s hard when the world gets worse with every passing day.)

He catches Percy bleeding gold, witnesses as the kid shuts up the Titan in Luke’s head just by being there and for once his thoughts are clear and- well. Plans change.

Athena doesn’t know what to think because she won’t disobey Zeus, so there’s not the right kind of Intention behind Annabeth’s creation, but if needed, her daughter is capable of creating a monument that will last as long as the gods did the first time around

Nico di Angelo is stronger than his sister. 70 years remembered or not, his blood recalls. His powers grew in that time and for all that he still lacks the understanding that death is inevitable, Hades is sure he’ll do well as the next Ghost King, Lord is the Underworld, indeed.

So just, basically the gods are dying and some of their children, are born with the power to succeed them

Before that happens though, Kronos is still rising and Zeus has to be kept in the dark