#hestia x artemis x aphrodite

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Bricktober day 8- Canon Era

@lesmis-prompts , @cossie-fauchelevant thought u might like this

So, despite literally everything else i've written for bricktober being canon era, the actual prompt 'canon era' didn't want to be written. SO then i took a few liberties and this happened. In summary: have the greek gods discussing les amis and also Fantine's life story (which is probably wildly inaccurate as i have STILL NOT READ THE B00K TO MY ETERNAL FRUSTRATION so yeah.

This may well become an Actual Thing at some point. You have been warned.

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The gods are very much real. They would like to start with that. The Gods of Olympus, yes those gods, yes the ones who commit incest and bestiality on a daily basis (to say nothing of the affairs), they are real. 

It started one day quite some time ago. Around 1810, to be more precise. Hades was chatting with a soul who had recently died, her name was Fantine. Now, Fantine had a rather interesting story to tell. 

She was born in Paris in 1796, and never knew her parents. A stranger gave her the name Fantine, which, having little alternative, she kept. Being a girl desperate for money , one thing led to another and she was seduced by a man named Felix Tholomyes. 

In short order, she became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter in 1815, who she named Euphrasie. However when Euphrasie was no older than one year, Felix abandoned her. She managed to keep her daughter fed for a little over a year before she decided that Euphrasie should have better and so gave her to a couple called the Thenardiers, who ran an inn and had a daughter a similar age to Euphrasie. 

She moved to Montreuil sur Mer and got a job in Monsieur Madeleine’s factory. Monsieur Madeleine was the town’s mayor and a good man, although she discovered later he wasn’t just that. Almost all her money she sent to the Thenardiers and kept barely enough to live on. 

One day it was discovered that she had a daughter and she was fired from the factory. Desperate, she sold her necklace, her hair, and lastly her body. Though she got by for a little while, there came a most despicable man. She refused to let him sleep with her and went so far as to punch him. The police were called and she was almost arrested, however Monsieur Madeleine stepped in. She was taken to a hospital and Madeleine promised to find her child and raise her as his own. 

She was on the verge of death when the Inspector of the police burst in. He accused Madeleine of being a criminal named Valjean. The two men argued furiously for many minutes yet Madeleine never denied the accusations so she supposed they must be true. 

She decided that really she didn’t mind; Valjean or Madeleine, he was a kind man nonetheless. 

Eventually the Inspector attempted to arrest Valjean, who spat at him, overpowered him, and ran out. It was at this point that Fantine died. 

Hades had listened intently to her tale, then, feeling curious, decided to look up this Valjean man in his Book. 

The Book was a slim tome, on first appearances appearing like it barely contained any words at all. Hades pulled it off the shelf and spoke briskly to it. 

“Show me Valjean.” The Book creaked a bit before opening, spinning through thousands and thousands of pages before settling on the entry for one Jean Valjean/Maire Madeleine/Prisoner 24601. 

It began: Jean Valjean was born in- Hades skipped that page, scanning to see where the important stuff started. A few pages later he spotted the entry for the 9th of December, 1795. To summarise, this Valjean stole a loaf of bread for his sister’s son, promptly got arrested and sentenced to 19 years in the Prison of Toulon. Over the length of his time he tried to escape many times before being released on parole. Unable to get work, he stole some candles from a bishop, got caught, but all was not lost as the bishop lied and said he had given Valjean the candlesticks originally. 

Successfully guilted into becoming a good man, Valjean moved to M-sur-M and, under a false name, became the Mayor. Hades skipped further ahead to the end of his entry, which read: Valjean is currently attempting to elude the police while also aiming to rescue Euphrasie/Cosette from the Thenardiers. 

Well, this sounded exactly like the sort of chaos his family would adore..

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Some Years Later

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“APHRODITE!” Dionysus yelled, storming up Mount Olympus. 

“Yes, oh great-nephew?” The goddess of beauty smiled winsomely.

Dionysus was not swayed. “Don’t even go there, great aunt, why the HADES is Grantaire, my Chosen Representative in this drama, hopelessly in love with Enjolras!” 

“That would, in truth, be my fault. Dear brother.” Apollo answered, sidling around a corner. 

“What have you got to do with it?” Dionysus exclaimed, in the tones of someone who knows they will not be pleased to hear the answer. 

“Well, as you may remember, Enjolras is my Chosen Representative in this.. How did you put it? Oh yes, this ‘drama’. Thus, he gets both my eloquence and persuasive ability, to say nothing of the fact that he was already exceedingly handsome. If we hadn’t all sworn off sleeping with anyone tied into this- would you say it’s a revolution yet? Anyway, if we hadn’t I would be in his bed as quick as lightning, and I’m a god. No wonder your drunk artist is hopelessly in love… with… him..” 

“Apollo?” Aphrodite asks, a half-flicker of curiosity in her voice. 

“Damned Ashes of Kronos!” Said Olympian curses. 

“What is it?” Aphrodite questions, relentlessly ignoring Dionysus’ slow grin of realisation. 

“He’s bloody well gone and fallen in love with Grantaire!” 

Dionysus bursts out laughing. Aphrodite rolls her eyes. Boys, honestly. 

“You do realise this means you are going to suffer through months of them both pining?”

“WHAT!?” The god of wine gasps, looking at Aphrodite as if she’s just killed his wife. 

At the same time, Apollo shouts “MONTHS?!?” incredulously. 

“Oh, at least. It’s not like they’re just going to confess, are they? Your Grantaire has the self esteem of a fly, Dy, and your Enjolras, Pollo, - has the emotional intelligence of a bee-No, not even a bee, the emotional intelligence of Zeus. May I also remind you that homosexuality is currently illegal in most of the world including France. Getting it yet?” 

Both gods turn to each other in horror. 

“We’re doomed.” They say in sync. 

“Yep!” She smirks as she saunters off to find some more intelligent company. 

She finds it in Hestia and Artemis, who are sitting around a fire chatting. Hestia greets her as Artemis gestures for her to sit down. 

“Dite, we were just talking about you! Well, your Chosen Representative to be more precise, but one and the same!”

Aphrodite isn’t quite sure whether to be pleased or affronted at the comparison to Marius Pontmercy, her Chosen Representative. She settles on pleased, after all Marius is very much a part of her that she usually hides; the part that loves too hard and just wants to make others happy. Over the centuries she has learned to push that part  down but this whole affair is letting her slowly accept it, amongst other things.

“Oh? What’s he done now?” 

Both Hestia and Artemis sigh. 

“That bad, huh?” 

“To be fair, Dite, he’s just a lovesick fool. Which is sort of the problem, really.” Hestia says. 

Artemis groans. “I just don’t understand how Eponine is in love with him! She’s my Chosen Representative, elle est très excellente avec- sorry, she’s very good with knives, she could do better than the fool!”

“I’ll admit, he has his flaws and he is naive, but he loves with all his heart. She could also do worse.” Aphrodite states. 

“Dite, I think the problem is slightly less ‘he’s a fool’ and more ‘he’s passionately in love with Cosette’.” Hestia adds, smiling at the thought of her Chosen Representative, who she loves. After all, Cosette is as close to Hestia as humans can be, being kind, loving, possessive and protective of her family, mildly (severely) pyromaniacal... in short perfect for Hestia’s C.R. 

Aphrodite concedes the point, laughing. 

Artemis is about to say something rather cutting about fools in love when something happens. She freezes in horror. 

“Tia, Dite…” 

“What’s happened?” Hestia asks worriedly. 

“... Eponine’s fallen in love with Cosette as well as Marius..” 

For a second, there is silence. Hestia blinks at her, asking if she’s sure. 

“As certain as certain can be.” Artemis replies. 

“Oh, Arte. You complain about ‘lovesick fools’ then your own C.R turns into one herself.” Aphrodite teases, when Hestia goes very quiet then bursts into slightly hysterical laughter. 

“Tia…” Both goddesses say warily. 

“You’ll never believe what just happened.” Hestia says in a very flat tone. 

“Cosette fell in love with Eponine as well as Marius?” Aphrodite asks sarcastically. When there’s no answer she pauses. “No..” 

Hestia only nods. 

“You know, I reckon this is our fault.” Artemis says. 

“How do you figure that, Arte?” Hestia asks. 

“I mean, we fell in love. They’re our Chosen Representatives. They’ve just fallen in love although they haven’t quite confessed it yet. So…” 

The three are very quiet as they think that over. 

In a voice full of false cheer, Aphrodite questions “So, loves, how’s Zeus getting on with the massive identity crisis he’s having thanks to his Chosen Representative?” 

They jump at the change of subject and manage to distract themselves successfully for a while. 

Back down in the underworld, Persephone is taking tea with Fantine. 

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In case anyone’s interested

Apollo- Enjolras

Dionysus- Grantaire

Aphrodite- Marius

Hestia- Cosette

Artemis- Eponine

Zeus- Javert

Hermes- Gavroche

Athena- Combeferre

Ares- Probably Bahorel

Eleos (lesser known goddess of forgiveness and mercy)-  Valjean

Hera- Fantine just for the heck of it (even tho Fantine’s alr dead)

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Is it okay if I ask what type of s/o would the Gods be into? I find that really interesting and would like to hear your opinion since I really love your writing <3<3

This request came just right, bc I really want to write but I'm mad busy rn, and this was a lot of fun! so I kinda wrote for ... everyone.

If you're conventionally attractive, you are in Zeus' dating pool. You're exceptionally beautiful? I'm so sorry. Once he has set his eyes on you, you are not safe anywhere. There is no other factor that matters, except maybe if you're exceptionally hospitable and kind to guests, which might attract his attention. Which is not a good thing.

Poseidon would love someone unpredictable, someone who never gets boring and never fails to surprise him or catch him off guard. He'd love the excitement of it all and is generally pulled to exciting and outgoing people, but also people who are more introverted but break out of their shell at unexpected times.

If Hades had a type, it would for sure be someone a little more ... alive than him. He's clearly going for that opposites attract thing, just look at Persephone. Also, I reckon he'd like someone who can stand up for themselves, as standing up to his brothers was always very hard for him and he would admire you greatly for it.

Demeter would like someone who is humble, orderly and respectful and appreciative of the beauties of nature. Someone who finds joy in the little things and never fails to call their grandma for her birthday.

To be honest- you don't have a romantic chance with neither Hera nor Athena, Artemis or Hestia. Though I thought it would be fun to make some platonic headcanons for what kind of mortal they would take interest in in a platonic way.

Hera admires loyalty, it doesn't even have to be to a spouse, it can also be your family or friends. Also, she appreciates people who remain strong even in the face of long term hardships or anguish, and it might earn you her favor. It's not that she pities you, but that she admires your strength to keep fighting. Also, she'd love to talk shit about men with you as much as the next goddess...

Artemis isn't about the whole opposites attract thing. As with Orion, she is likely to make friends with someone who shares her interests, as she also surrounds herself with her huntresses. She loves to talk about hunting and the wild and would like someone who isn't afraid to get themselves dirty. If you're a guy, it's pretty hard to get in her good grades though.

Athena is all in for academic weapons. Critical thinkers, challenging the status quo and earning great archivements. Someone she could have an intellectual conversation with, who offers new points of argument and is able to hold their own in an argument, she is the goddess of warfare after all...

I don't think there is anyone Hestia doesn't like, though she would favor people who spend a lot of time with their family and are kind and hospitable to others. Kindness to strangers is something she very much appreciates.

Apollo doesn't really have a type. His mortal lovers are symbolic for his creative inspirations, so he would not settle for a type but be all over the board. The variety of his lovers concludes that Apollo isn't looking for a specific kind of person. He simply watches or spends time with someone and BAM he's completely and utterly in love. He does love himself an artsy spouse though.

Ares needs someone calm and peaceful- it might seem a little contradictory, but Ares needs someone to ground him, to listen to him and provide the calm for his storm. Actually, he's all for domesticity, though a hot love affair doesn't turn him away either. If his spouse had a strong personality and could stand up for themselves, he would really respect that, but he would also be your guard dog if that wasn't the case. Ares just needs someone to love him unconditionally, quite like the next god on the list.

Not to be disrespectful but Hephaestus does not care who you are, he's just happy with someone who treats him with dignity. Be kind to him and he is putty in your hands. After all his family put him through, he'd also appreciate someone to rant about them to, who can also sit in silent understanding with him at other times. But honestly, he isn't setting the bar very high.

Not to call her vain, but you would have to be insanely beautiful to be on Aphrodites radar. She simply considers herself too good to spend her time on anyone who isn't pleasing to her eye- and that really cuts down the pool of potential lovers. Also, she would only stay around for someone who is ready to give their full attention to her at all times, she is a very demanding lover.

I think Hermes would want someone who is able to keep up with him, but also root him when he overdoes it a little. It would take quite a lot for him to actually stick around, because for him to make time in his busy schedule, he'd have to be head over heels in love.

Dionysus would probably not have a specific type either, simply because he wouldn't want to cut short his dating pool. Though he would like someone who is able to let loose at least sometimes and surrender to his pull of madness and ecstasy.

Extra: Eros would mostly go for someone attractive, but he wouldn't let that be the only factor. Just as the unpredictable and surprising nature of his arrows, Eros could fall for anybody, picking out a trait he loves about them and obsessing over it for the day (I'm thinking 'Someone New' by Hozier if you know what I mean).

[magicalbunbun]

About Greek/epic y/n ver what’s his relationships with the other olympian gods?

Orginaly y/n stays by hera side, never leaving, because of it y/n don't have many relationships with other gods. If y/n dose have free day he gose to nymphs lands, but he dose not always make his way back. Because once he is close to it he quickly is called back because Zeus done something to make hera mad.

The only gods he is close to would be:

Hera, Aphrodite, hades, Athena, Dionysus, Ares, apollo, Zeus(not good relationship) Artemis, Demeter, Hephaestus, Hermes, Hestia, Persephone.

In witch they are in good relationship but they don't talk so much.

[marywit28]

Odysseus is preparing for something with the help of the goddesses...

Whose is that brooch on your waist, Ody?

Aphrodite and Hera are very close to him...

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𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

╰ ⌞ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ-sʜɪᴘs 🇫‌🇮‌🇨‌🇸‌⌝

╰┈➤𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 ━━ ❝The world is not kind, __. I’m trying to protect you from it.❞

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're a tree spirit, born from divine hands and tender care. As you grow and the world shifts around you, you begin to question the boundaries of your being: are you truly alive, or just another extension of the eternal cycles of nature?

..... ... ..... ━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━ ..... ... .....

. ⇘ ⇙ .

《 𝔸𝕠𝟛 𝕧𝕖𝕣. | 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕡𝕒𝕕 𝕧𝕖𝕣. | ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕧 𝕧𝕖𝕣. 》

..... ... ..... ━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━ ..... ... .....

Parts:

01 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 2.9k wc

01.5┃ 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓! 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭... - 434 wc

02 ┃ 𝐚𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 1.2k wc

03 ┃ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 3.0k wc

04 ┃ 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 - 3.1k wc

05 ┃ 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 2.8k wc

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07 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 2.2k wc

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09 ┃ 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 - 6.6k wc

10 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐠𝐨𝐝 - 6.1k wc

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

❏ Note: this fic will be a mixture of EPIC: The musical and the many variations of Greek mythological Gods to better fit the narrative, so basically, knowledge of EPIC: The Musical isn't technically needed; this book can be read with just common knowledge of Greek mythology—specifically Persephone's Abduction.

⌜𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐅𝐢𝐜⌟

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　🇵‌🇷‌🇪‌-ᴇᴘɪᴄ!ᴀᴜ　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

➢ 𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥-𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 ➢ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲/𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ➢ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭-𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➢ 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 ➢ 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐭𝐡 ➢ 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞/𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 ➢ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫/𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬 (𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜)

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Inbreeding Coefficients of the Greek Gods ...

I read an WIRED article on the subject, and just for fun, I decided to calculate the inbreeding coefficient of our favourite immortals ... Do note that I am not an expert in genetics, so I do apologize for any mistakes I have made.

(I may also decide to do one for the Egyptian Gods.)

Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus have an inbreeding coefficient of exactly 25%, as their parents, Cronus and Rhea, are full siblings. (I prefer the version in which Ouranos' parents are Aether and Hemera, instead of the version where Gaea is his 'mother' through parthenogenesis.)

Ares and Hephaestus have an inbreeding coefficient of exactly 50%, since their parents are not only full siblings and so are their grandparents.

Athena, Apollo and Artemis also have an inbreeding coefficient of roughly 50%, even if their mothers are their father's first cousins, because Athena's mother Metis also has an inbreeding coefficient of 50%, as does the mother of Artemis and Apollo, Leto. Keep in mind that their respective grandparents are also full siblings.

Aphrodite has an inbreeding coefficient of ... 0%, since her parents, Ouranos and Thalassa, are unrelated. (Unless you prefer the version which Zeus and Dione are her parents, which would give her an inbreeding coefficient of 50%. In that case, her children with Ares would have an inbreeding coefficient of roughly 100%. Which is why, I prefer the version in which she and Ares are *merely* grand-aunt and grand-nephew. Either way, no wonder why Eros opted to marry an unrelated mortal.)

I couldn't really calculate the inbreeding coefficient for Dionysus (his family tree is CRAZY), since his father is also his great-grandfather, but since his mother is an mortal whose parents are basically not related (though it gets iffy if you consider that Ares and Aphrodite are his maternal grandparents), he's probably in the lower percentile range.

I found Hermes is the most inbred of the Twelve Olympians, even though his mother is his father's first cousin-once-removed (which is perfectly legal in most countries, unlike the others). His mother Maia has an inbreeding coefficient of 75% (re: her mother and grandmother are full sisters, so her father and grandfather are also first cousins as well as father and son), and his father Zeus has an inbreeding coefficient of 25%, so Hermes has an inbreeding coefficient at an estimated ... 100%, considering that this family tree does not branch out. (No wonder why Hermes doesn't have any children with his wife, Peitho, and his son with Aphrodite became an hermaphrodite - he can only reproduce outside of the family!)

[ivorys-back]

New TWOF prequel incoming!

Okay, so you know how I've been infodumping a lot about Luzbel lately? Well, it's not for no reason because I'm making a new prequel that's all about him! It's called "Hymn of the Gods", and it's focused on Luzbel's growth as he struggles to fit in amongst the gods of the Skylands, all while facing the growing threat of the Underworld.

I just finished the Olympian's designs, and soon I'll be working on the Egyptians.

Let's kick things off with Zeus, the God of Thunder and the king himself! While he is a womanizer and has fathered many children with many mortal women, he still loves his wife Hera. He would split a planet in half for his children, and is very protective of his subjects, both divine and mortal.

Speaking of Hera, here she is! She's the goddess of marriage, and while she did always get mad at Zeus for cheating on her with mortal women, she just accepted that that's just how he is and she's calmed down about it. She's even friends with a lot of his spouses like Leto (Artemis and Apollo), Alcmene (Hercules), Semele (Dionysus), and many others.

Overall, she's very motherly and kind towards her children, but can also be very strict if they misbehave or are cruel to each other or other creatures.

Poseidon, the God of the Seas! Not much to say about him except that the sea reflects his mood, typical of an ocean god. On days when he's calm, the sea is calm and sailors can go by effortlessly. On days when he's pissed, the sea is tossing and turning with storms and tidal waves; he could drown a whole city if he wanted to, but he's not that ruthless. He's an excellent brother to Zeus and Hades, they make a great trio.

I've mentioned Hades a few times on this blog, and here he is in the flesh! He's the God of the Underworld, and despite him having a bad rep when it comes to underworld gods (I blame Disney for taking so many liberties with the Hercules movie; don't get me wrong, I like it, I just don't like how inaccurate it is to the real story), he's a nice guy and is always willing to listen if any of his subjects have something to say.

He loves his wife Persephone deeply, and would do anything for her. He's also became good friends with Orpheus after he died (he had to sit through at least an hour of tearful apologies of how stupid Orpheus was to look back at Eurydice), but now that Orphie and his beloved are reunited in the afterlife, all is well.

Demeter is the Goddess of the Harvest, and is easily the most strict and motherly of them all. She's very protective of her daughter Persephone, and while she had her complaints when Hades took her to the Underworld (they had been meeting in secret a few weeks prior because Persephone didn't want to be constantly controlled by Demeter all the time, and because Hades was the only one who treated her like an adult), she's alright about it now and even invites Hades over sometimes.

Hestia is the Goddess of the Hearth, and the oldest of her siblings (well, technically also the youngest since Kronos threw her up last since she was the first child he swallowed).

She's one of the more solitary gods, preferring to watch over and mingle among mortals since she enjoys their theatrics and culture.

Athena is the goddess of wisdom, and the oldest of the demigod Olympians. As we all know, she was expelled from Zeus' forehead after he swallowed his first wife Metis (who, in my AU, was expelled from him later in the same fashion), and as we know she came out full-grown and ready to kick some ass.

She's very smart and is well-read on all sorts of subjects, but she's also very smart and strategic when it comes to battle, which is where her association with war comes from.

Ares is the God of War, and exactly what you'd expect of him: brash, reckless, cruel, all that jazz. He's actually the real reason why Hephaestus is crippled the way he is.

In most stories, it's either Hera or Zeus that throws Hephaestus off of Mount Olympus after he's born, but in my AU it's Ares who pushed him when they were kids because he was jealous of how well-treated Hephaestus was compared to him (not that Ares wasn't treated well, he was just too much for his parents to handle). He was punished after this, and his ego only grew as he got older.

Hephaestus is the God of Blacksmithing, and is very calm and rational and smart. He brought the gift of machinery to man, and he made the first robots, which were made of bronze and given life so that they could move and do things all on their own.

He's very gentle as well, and despite the stories, he and his wife Aphrodite are a fabulous couple. He treats her very well and showers her with jewelry that he crafts himself, and her most prized treasure is the girdle he made for her as a wedding gift.

Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love, and that title is not lost on her. She's very sweet and gentle with everyone, and is more than willing to help out others with their relationships, whether it's romantic or not. She's deeply in love with Hephaestus, and hates Ares with a passion (the bad kind). The reason she married Hephaestus was because Zeus was afraid that the male gods would get into a fight over who would be her husband, and that someone would get hurt, so he asked her who she would like to marry and she chose Hephaestus.

As for the time when Ares got tricked and was caught up in chains, Aphrodite was sick and tired of Ares' constant advances and mistreatment toward her, so she and Hephaestus came up with a plan to trick him and expose his misdeeds to the gods. So Hephaestus created a net of chains that were so thin they were nearly invisible but were very strong, and strung them all around his and Aphrodite's bedroom, and instructed Aphrodite to wait for Ares to try and sneak in while he pretended to go on a trip. When Ares arrived, once he was within three feet of the bed he was suddenly caught and trapped in the net, and Hephaestus came back with all the other gods in tow. After that, Ares steered clear of Aphrodite and Hephaestus and just didn't even bother with them anymore.

Apollo is the god of the sun, healing, and music. He's very gentle but also kind of a wisecracker, and is one of the more laid-back gods. He runs an infirmary on Olympus, where he takes care of the injured after a battle or if there's an accident, and makes no exceptions to whoever he's healing.

Artemis is the goddess of the moon and the hunt, and is Apollo's twin sister. She's a bit of a tomboy, not even bothering with men (except her friendship with Orion), and spends a lot of time with her nymphs and dogs in the forest.

Hermes is the god of travelers, thieves, and messages. If anyone has a message to go to the other Skylands, they go to Hermes. That's partially why he's the smallest of the Olympians; his small size makes him faster, and he's mostly found hovering in the air or relaxing.

Last but not least, we have Dionysus, the god of wine and merrymaking. He's either too drunk or too sober, either way that's how you've got him. He's always one to host and go to parties and get-togethers in the Skylands (especially if there's booze, he bee-lines off to Asgard for those). He has a pet leopard, and looks after a grapevine that's grown so much it's all over the inside of his temple on Olympus now. Overall, he's a chill guy and good to hang out with.

And that's all I've got for the Olympians! I'll move on to the Egyptians, and then the Asgardians.

[apiswitchcraft]

hellenic gods and the major arcana

the following are the 22 major arcana tarot cards and their associated hellenic deities. they are each sorted into two sections: gods associated with the literal interpretation of the card (for example, when the death card actually indicates death), and gods associated with the meaning of the card. I did not include the reversed meanings because there are several ways to interpret reversed cards, and therefore associations should be made on a case by case basis.

0 - THE FOOL

the card: Apollo, Hermes

the meaning: Hermes, Dionysus

I - THE MAGICIAN

the card: Hekate, Circe

the meaning: Hekate, Hephaestus, Athena, Hermes

II - THE HIGH PRIESTESS

the card: Hekate, Hera

the meaning: Hekate, Hera, Demeter, Persephone

III - THE EMPRESS

the card: Hera, Persephone, Aphrodite

the meaning: Hera, Aphrodite, Demeter, Rhea

IV - THE EMPEROR

the card: Zeus, Hades, Kronos, Poseidon

the meaning: Zeus, Ares, Athena

V - THE HIEROPHANT

the card: Hermes

the meaning: Dionysus, Hestia, Hekate

VI - THE LOVERS

the card: Aphrodite & Ares, Eros & Psyche, Hermaphroditus

the meaning: Aphrodite, Hera, Eros, Dionysus

VII - THE CHARIOT

the card: Artemis, Apollo

the meaning: Nemesis, Ares, Athena

VIII - STRENGTH

the card: Ares, Athena, Zeus

the meaning: Ares, Athena, Hestia, Artemis

IX - THE HERMIT

the card: Hestia, Hades, Hephaestus

the meaning: Athena, Cronus

X - WHEEL OF FORTUNE

the card: Hermes

the meaning: Hermes, Zeus

XI - JUSTICE

the card: Zeus, Athena

the meaning: Apollo, Zeus, Athena

XII - HANGED MAN

the card: Hermes

the meaning: Apollo, Hermes, Poseidon

XIII - DEATH

the card: Hades, Persephone

the meaning: Hekate, Hades, Thanatos

XIV - TEMPERANCE

the card: Apollo

the meaning: Apollo, Athena, Artemis

XV - THE DEVIL

the card: Dionysus, Pan, Hades

the meaning: Dionysus

XVI - THE TOWER

the card: Zeus

the meaning: Ares, Poseidon

XVII - THE STAR

the card: Apollo, Artemis

the meaning: Aphrodite, Hestia, Hekate

XVIII - THE MOON

the card: Artemis, Selene

the meaning: Artemis, Hekate

XIX - THE SUN

the card: Apollo, Helios

the meaning: Apollo, Aphrodite, Dionysus

XX - JUDGEMENT

the card: Hades, Zeus

the meaning: Apollo, Hades, Hekate

XXI - THE WORLD

the card: Rhea, Pan, Demeter

the meaning: Hermes, Demeter

divider by @vibeswithrenai

[antinousletmehit]

Apollo and his lover got into an argument which he regrets deeply but reader is very mad at him and won't forgive him easily.The whole Olympus tries to get them together because they're fed up with Apollo's sad love poets and songs.

୨୧┇Apollo x reader

────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ───

The great halls of Olympus were rarely silent. Gods bickered, muses sang, and the sound of nectar filled goblets clinking together echoed endlessly. But this particular week had been… different. It wasn’t the usual chorus of divine rivalry that filled the air. Instead, a melancholic voice, rich and golden, reverberated through the celestial mount, dragging everyone down with its relentless woe.

Apollo was heartbroken.

He sat on the steps of his golden temple, his lyre in hand, his head bowed as he sang yet another mournful ballad about his lover. She had refused to speak to him after a bitter argument, one involving—according to Hermes, who’d gleefully eavesdropped—a misunderstanding about Apollo’s ego and her need for space.

“I burn brighter than the sun itself,

But her light I cannot see.

Oh, cruel fates, to steal her love,

And leave her silence haunting me…”

“By the Styx, someone make him stop!” Hera groaned, massaging her temples as Apollo’s lament drifted into the great hall. “He’s been singing that same verse for three days straight.”

“And it’s getting worse,” Ares grumbled, leaning against his spear. “I’m this close to starting a war just to drown him out.”

Hestia, ever the voice of reason, frowned. “We can’t let him continue like this. He’s hurting.”

“And we’re suffering,” Poseidon interrupted, shaking his trident for emphasis. “Even my sea nymphs are complaining about hearing his sobs through the waves. My ocean, for gods’ sake.”

“Alright, everyone,” Athena said, standing up and raising a hand to silence the growing complaints. “Apollo’s our brother. He needs help. Instead of whining, let’s figure out how to fix this.”

“Fix it?” Hermes snorted, lounging on the armrest of her throne. “Good luck. The only thing that will shut him up is making up with his lover, and she won’t even look at him.”

Zeus, seated at the head of the hall, finally spoke. “Then we’ll have to make her listen.”

All eyes turned to him, surprise flickering across their faces. It wasn’t often that the King of the Gods intervened in romantic squabbles, but it was clear that even Zeus couldn’t endure another hour of Apollo’s sob songs.

“Who agrees?” Zeus asked, raising a commanding brow. One by one, every god and goddess in the room nodded. For once in their immortal lives, Olympus was united.

———-

The plan was set into motion that very evening. Each god took on a task, pooling their talents to create an elaborate display of apology that Apollo could deliver to his lover.

Aphrodite crafted a wreath of the finest roses, their petals shimmering like rubies under the starlight. “No mortal or immortal can resist the charm of my flowers,” she said smugly, twirling one between her fingers. Hephaestus forged a delicate necklace of golden threads, inlaid with tiny opals that shimmered with every color of the sky. Hermes wrote a letter, overflowing with poetic charm, and tucked it into a golden envelope. “This will sweep her off her feet,” he said, grinning. “No offense to Apollo, but I’ve got more flair for words.”

Even Dionysus contributed, brewing a wine so sweet and rich that a single sip could soothe the angriest heart. “Pair it with the necklace, and she’ll be wrapped around his finger,” he joked, handing the flask to Hera. Meanwhile, Athena and Artemis tried to coax Apollo into proper behavior. Artemis, his twin sister, stood before him with her arms crossed. “You’re embarrassing yourself,” she said bluntly. “If you want her back, stop singing about how miserable you are and do something about it.”

Apollo looked up from his lyre, his face streaked with golden tears. “But what if she doesn’t forgive me? What if I’ve lost her forever?” Athena placed a hand on his shoulder. “She loves you, Apollo. That doesn’t vanish overnight. But love requires effort, not just poetry. Show her you’re willing.”

For the first time in days, Apollo nodded, determination flickering in his sun bright eyes.

The following day, Apollo, armed with the gifts and a newfound resolve, approached his lover’s dwelling. The other gods watched from afar, peering through enchanted pools and reflective clouds, each silently praying their efforts would end the wailing. Apollo took a deep breath and knocked on the door. When she opened it, her expression was guarded, her gaze flicking to the bouquet, the necklace, and the letter clutched in his trembling hands.

“What do you want, Apollo?” she asked, her voice cool.

“I want to say I’m sorry,” he began, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “I let my pride get in the way, and I hurt you. I’ve spent days singing about how much I miss you, but Athena reminded me that words mean nothing without action. So I’m here.”

She studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. Back in the halls of Olympus, the gods watched as Apollo disappeared inside her home.

“Do you think it worked?” Hermes asked.

Artemis smirked, her arms crossed. “If it didn’t, he’ll be back here wailing in an hour.”

But the hour passed, and there was no wailing. Then another hour. And another.

At last, Zeus leaned back in his throne, a satisfied grin on his face. “Finally.”

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, peace returned to Olympus. And while they’d never admit it, the gods secretly congratulated themselves on the success of their rare, united effort.

[genericpuff]

What are your thoughts on the whole Hestia x Athena thing in LO? Personally it always infuriated me with how hypocritical it was of them to date each other despite them both being members of/Hestia being in charge of TGOEM. It especially annoyed me how Hestia constantly told Persephone that as a TGOEM member she can't date anyone but later saying that her relationship with Athena doesn't count. I give some credit to Artmeis for calling them out when finding out, but it wasn't enough

The hypocrisy is one thing but it at least could have been expanded on as a plot point (Hestia didn't even have the spine to return the coat and apologize, Artemis had to do it ???), but what REALLY ticks me off is that Rachel clearly tried to include queer rep through Hestia and Athena who are two traditionally aro/ace goddesses. So really all she did was erase their original queer identities, both of which are still massively misunderstood and argued over whether or not they're "real". And shit, we even see that in her old asks that lesbian sex "doesn't count" and that asexuality is somehow just a sliding scale / stepping stone towards "becoming" another sexuality (in this case, gay).

Like... you can be asexual and also still be romantically attracted to the same sex, "becoming gay" doesn't automatically erase someone's asexuality. Artemis can be gay and aroace. Lesbian sex is still sex and isn't a "loophole" to retaining one's virginity. To be fair, the whole "vestal virgins are flaming lesbians because you can be a virgin and still have hot lady sex" thing came from an anon, but like... she doesn't do anything to challenge that idea in LO either, if anything it's reinforced through Athena and Hestia using their relationship as a "loophole" within TGOEM (and the narrative never actually stops to analyze that.)

And then the cherry on top is Rachel removing the sexualities - sometimes even entire character identities - from canonically or commonly-accepted queer gods and giving them to others. Crocus is no longer a lover of Hermes, but a one-dimensional nymph who was killed as a plot device and then never spoken of again. Ampelos is no longer a satyr loved by Dionysus, his name now belongs to Psyche, a heterocis black woman who doesn't know how to read and has been basically forced into slavery. All of Aphrodite's children who ranged in gender and sexual identities are now replaced with one-dimensional cutout characters with no specific labels or characterizations beyond the translations of their names. Eros has been reduced to the "gay best friend" whose first introduction into the story is inebriating a 19 year old girl with the intent of dumping her in an older man's car. Apollo has been turned into a generic big bad whose only goal is getting his hands on Persephone and nothing else, with zero nuance to his actual characterization or plot arc, he's just "the rapist" who conveniently becomes a pawn in some bigger nefarious plan that makes zero sense. Dionysus and Achilles have both been turned into babies.

If Rachel wanted queer rep, she was already in the right place. The entire Pantheon was her oyster. But instead she managed to go the complete opposite with it and not only erase the queer identities of Greek gods in LO, but went the extra mile of egregiousness by replacing those queer gods with token-queer stereotypes and one-dimensional characters who are just there to say they're gay for the brownie points before being shoved back into the closet. They're out, but they're still not seen.

[numberonecodwomenfan]

every time someone makes a cod percy jackson au it annoys me because they’re WRONG (/j). so here im doing it myself

ghost’s is at the end because it’s long

price is the son of athena. he’s a captain, he needs more than just ares’s war capabilities, he needs strategy and smarts.

soap is the son of hephaestus. i think this one is pretty universally agreed upon, because the forge, fire, explosions, you know.

gaz is the son of aphrodite and BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING hear me out. first of all, he’s gorgeous. obviously. he has the type of face that tells me he could talk his way out of anything if he bats his eyes enough lmao. plus, aphrodite isn’t all sunshine and rainbows and romance (in fact, she’s mostly not sunshine and rainbows). she’s a war goddess in her own right.

farah alex laswell ghost and some kortac folks under the cut

if artemis weren’t a maiden goddess, farah would be a daughter of artemis, but that can’t happen. she’s a daughter of dike (yes, pronounced exactly how you think it is) goddess of justice.

alex is the son of tyche, the goddess of luck and good fortune, because only a man who is literally the son of luck could purposely stay in a building rigged to explode and walk away with only an amputated leg.

laswell is a daughter of athena (suck it price x laswell shippers theyre SIBLINGS NOW) cause yk. cia. central intelligence agency.

im going boring for könig and say ares because i can’t think of anything else i fear. its a war game we need at least one child of ares

horangi is the son of nike, goddess of victory, dont ask me why it just really fits the vibe

hutch is a son of hephaestus (yet another reason i think he and soap would be BEST FRIENDS) because he’s a computer scientist/engineer so i think it makes sense. also imagine if this was an actual percy jackson au where they were all teenagers at chb, he and soap wreaking HAVOC together around camp.

for ghost, i kind of struggled. i didn’t want to go cliche and say hades, because it really just doesnt seem fitting. i thought about thanatos but he seems to be more of a spirit than a god. then, i thought of the keres, for more violent death, but again they seem to be more spirits (and there are three of them, none of whom are given individual names). then, finally, i landed on hecate, goddess of magic, ghosts, necromancy, and some aspects of the dead. “but robin” you’re saying, “isn’t hecate a virgin goddess?” and… not necessarily??? it’s kind of vague. unlike with athena (who yes is still a virgin goddess in the percy jackson universe. her children come from her head. she just finds a mortal she fucks with and sprouts a child), artemis and hestia, aphrodite does have power over her. she’s usually depicted as a maiden (meaning young beautiful woman) but that doesn’t mean she follows the technical meaning of a maiden goddess. so i rest my case.

[audreyscribes]

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERLIST Ω WORKS:

"COOKIES" (CLARISSE LA RUE X READER) IMAGINE:

Synopsis: What happens when you combine cookies with a child of Iris, who becomes friends with a child of Ares.

"CARRY ON MY WAYWARD CHILD" Annabeth Chase/Thalia Grace/ Luke Castellan & Reader imagine: [1] [2] [3] [4] [Ao3 Link]

Synopsis: When a dream makes the reader unable to settle, they decide to take a walk, converting their dream to reality.

Reader encounters Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth on the run when they have a dream that makes them go out and see a sick Annabeth with a tired, injured Luke and Thalia. They take them in, saving them, and encounters them years later when they remembered a kind stranger.

*no specific pronouns or descriptions used. Referred to as Y/N. Roughly college/university age.

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST 📜

MAJOR GODS: {LINK}

🍇DIONYSUS🎭 [TUMBLR][AO3]

👟HERMES 🐍 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

⚒ HEPHAESTUS🔥 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

🕊APHRODITE💖 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

⚔ARES🐗 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌕ARTEMIS🏹 [TUMBLR][AO3]

☀APOLLO🎶 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🦉ATHENA🧠 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌾DEMETER🌽 [TUMBLR][AO3]

⚡ZEUS⚡ [TUMBLR][AO3]

💀HADES💎 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌊POSEIDON🔱 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🔥 HESTIA 🏠 [TUMBLR][AO3]

👑HERA 💒 [TUMBLR][AO3]

MINOR GODS: {LINK}

🌈IRIS☮ [TUMBLR][AO3]

💤HYPNOS😴 [TUMBLR][AO3]

⚖ NEMESIS ♎ [TUMBLR] [AO3]

✌ NIKE🏆 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🥂HEBE🙏 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🍀 TYCHE🎰 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🔮 HECATE🌙 [TUMBLR][AO3]

MISCELLANEOUS GODS: {LINK}

{W A V E 1.0}

💀 PERSEPHONE💐 [PART1 | TUMBLR]\ [PART 2 | TUMBLR] \\[AO3]

🧝‍♀️MYSTERIOUS NYMPH(?) 🧝‍♂️ [PART1 | TUMBLR] \[PART 2 | TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🍎ERIS😈 [TUMBLR] \\[AO3]

🎶HARMONIA☮ [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

{W A V E 2.0}

💀 THANATOS 🦋 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

💤 MORPHEUS💤 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🍃 ZEPHYROS🌷 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🔥PROMETHEUS🔥 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

PRIMORDIAL GODS: {LINK}

🌌CHAOS🌌 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌎GAEA 🌎 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🕳TARTARUS🕳 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

💘EROS💞 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

♟EREBUS��� [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌌NYX🌌 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌄HEMERA ☀ [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌫️OURANUS🌬️ [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🏔OUREA🗻 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌊PONTUS🌊 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

???? EPILOGUE ??? [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

[winxanity-ii]

⌜Cycles of You, Cycles of Me | Chapter 10 Chapter 10 | the seasons' god⌟

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As consciousness slowly returned to you, you first became aware of the gentle hands that softly brushed against one of the flower petals in your hair.

Warmth enveloped you—a gentle, comforting presence that seemed to seep deep into your bones.

It was quiet, save for a low, soothing humming that resonated softly through the space. It was a calming sound, rhythmic and gentle, helping to ease the fog of sleep as your senses began to sharpen. As you lay there, your eyes still closed, you savored the feeling of security and peace, the residual stress of the trial beginning to ebb away.

Slowly, your eyes creaked open. The light was soft, the air warm and inviting. You were lying on a simple but comfortable bed, the linens clean and soft beneath you. The room was modest compared to the splendor of Olympus, with warm colors, simple pottery, and homely decorations filling the space, giving it a welcoming feel.

Beside you sat Demeter, her presence calm and reassuring. She smiled faintly as she noticed your awakening, bending down to kiss your forehead gently. "Hello, little one," she murmured as she helped you sit up.

As reality slowly trickled back into your consciousness, your hand subconsciously reached up to your neck, rubbing the choker that felt foreign against your skin.

"What... what happened?" you asked, your voice hoarse from disuse. A trace of embarrassment colored your tone, aware of how you had fainted from exhaustion during the trial.

Demeter's smile broadened slightly, a chuckle escaping her as she remembered the moment. "You stood your ground well," she began, her voice soft but proud. "Zeus has recognized you as a god, the personification of the seasons. He believes you're to play a crucial role in maintaining the balance of the natural world."

A rush of emotions flooded through you at her words. Godhood? It was overwhelming, considering you had spent your life—though a short time here—as merely a tree spirit.

Demeter's smile faded a little as she continued. "Persephone has gone back to the Underworld." She explained a bit more, noting that the young goddess couldn't stay long outside her designated time above ground due to her bond with the pomegranate.

You looked down, a bit sad, wishing you had a chance to see Persephone before she had to go back. You missed her already.

Sensing your mood, Demeter reached out, her hand gently rubbing your back. "She wanted to stay, you know," Demeter said softly. "But she'll be back with the spring. And now, you'll be here to greet her, not just as a spirit, but as a fellow deity."

The thought brought a small comfort, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Even though the road ahead was daunting, knowing you had a place among the gods gave you a flicker of hope.

As you were pondering this new phase of your existence, the gentle clatter of beads at the doorway announced someone's arrival. You turned to see Hestia stepping through, her presence as warm and calming as the hearth she represented. She looked pleasantly surprised to find you awake, a soft smile spreading across her face.

"Oh, you're awake already," Hestia remarked, as she turned to Demeter, who had been quietly sitting by your side. "I'll let Zeus know he's awake," she added before stepping back through the bead-covered doorway.

As she disappeared, another wave of emotions washed over you, mostly anxiety about what was coming next. You cleared your throat softly, turning to Demeter. "What exactly will happen now?"

Demeter, understanding your anxious inquiry, explained that there would be a short ceremony where you would be officially named and declared a god. "You may or may not receive blessings from other gods," she added, trying to prepare you for both possibilities.

Your conversation continued, Demeter soothing any further worries you had with a calm and reassuring tone. Just as you were beginning to feel a bit more settled, Hestia reappeared. This time, she was followed by a familiar figure—it was Ciro, the nymph.

Before you could ask what she was doing here, Hestia began explaining, "She'll escort you to the Great Hall, as Demeter and I need to take our places for the ceremony."

Hestia then nodded to her sister, signaling her to join her, and turned back to you, offering a gentle, encouraging smile. "Don't worry, you'll do fine," she assured you, before she and Demeter left the room.

As Hestia and Demeter left the room, their departure seemed to cue Ciro into action. The nymph bounced over to you, her movements energetic and her voice filled with rapid-fire speech that was characteristic of her lively personality.

"Everyone was so worried when they realized you were missing!" she exclaimed, barely pausing for breath. "Hermes came and fetched me; he's such a character, you know? Then I learned from a few nymphs residing up here what was going on with you becoming...well, a god!"

After unleashing her initial torrent of words, Ciro's features softened, her voice quieting as she leaned in closer. "Are you alright, though? I know you don't really take well sudden changes."

You managed a weak smile, reassuring her despite the turmoil inside, "I'm fine, Ciro. Thanks for asking."

She hummed in response, nodding as if to convince herself as much as you, before a slight shift in her demeanor indicated a change of topic. "Are you ready to go then?" she asked, a hint of seriousness underlining her usual brightness.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, feeling the reality of the situation begin to settle in. Ciro chatted away as she led you toward the Great Hall, her stories about the other nature spirits and their antics providing a comforting distraction from the nervous anticipation building within you.

Her voice was a constant stream, filling the air as you walked through the hallways of Olympus. While part of you might have wished for quiet to gather your thoughts, her familiar chatter was a lifeline back to normalcy, keeping the overwhelming thoughts at bay.

Soon, the two of you reached the towering doors of the Great Hall.

Guarding the entrance were two majestic griffins, creatures with the body of a lion and the wings and head of an eagle. They moved with a fluid, reverent grace, bowing slightly as they pushed the massive doors open, allowing you and Ciro to enter. The sight of them—so powerful and yet so respectful—was a reminder of the significance of the moment.

As you took a few steps forward, stopping briefly when you noticed Ciro had halted, you turned back, puzzled. The nymph waved you forward, her voice light but firm, "This is where I must stop, but I'll see you after it's done." With that encouragement, you turned back toward the hall, glancing over your shoulder one last time to see Ciro smiling and holding up two thumbs up. A breathy laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head and walked on.

Approaching a small hallway, your eyes were drawn to large murals that adorned the walls, each depicting grand, mythical scenes that seemed to pulse with life. As you walked, the murals guided you to an archway that led to another, more imposing doorway.

Crossing the threshold, your breath hitched.

Before you lay the Great Hall of Olympus, a space so regal and divine it could only exist in the realm of gods. The marble floors shone with a pristine gleam, reflecting the light that streamed through enchanted windows, casting celestial patterns across the room. Towering columns, etched meticulously with the imagery of the four seasons, supported the lofty ceiling, adding to the grandeur of the hall.

In the heart of this divine space, the thrones of the twelve Olympians spanned across in an arc, with Zeus' throne, the largest and most ornate, positioned centrally, commanding attention. Each throne was uniquely designed to reflect the essence of its occupant—Apollo's adorned with lyres and sun motifs; Hera's elegant, draped in peacock feathers; Hermes' austere, decked with random items; and so forth.

To the side, almost blending seamlessly with the surroundings near the room's hearth, was a simpler, yet warm throne designated for Hestia, emphasizing her role as the keeper of the hearth and home.

As you entered, all the major gods turned their attention towards you, their expressions ranging from intrigued to scrutinizing. Zeus sat sternly, his gaze piercing; Poseidon seemed contemplatively calm; Hera observed you with a regal tilt of her head; Demeter's face showed a mix of pride and concern; while Aphrodite gave you a reassuring smile. Athena appeared thoughtful, Artemis was stoic, Apollo looked on with a hint of curiosity, Ares had a challenging smirk, Hephaestus was indifferent, and Hermes wore a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Dionysus, lounging slightly in his throne, looked on with an amused interest.

This assembly, this moment—it was the turning point of your existence, marking the threshold of your new life among the divine.

Zeus' booming voice echoed through the Great Hall, causing you to jolt slightly as he commanded you to step forward. Your heart pounded in your chest as you obeyed, your steps shaky on the polished marble floor. Stopping in the middle of the room, you stood before the assembly of gods, their eyes piercing and expectant.

"Take your place before the King of Gods, Child of Three—born of Demeter's nurture, Persephone's longing, and Hades' shadow," Zeus declared, his voice filling the vast space.

For a moment, you were unsure of what to do next, the weight of his words heavy in the air. Your eyes flicked about briefly landing on Dionysus, who, leaning back nonchalantly in his throne, tilted his head back to take a sip of his wine. As he did, he mouthed the word 'kneel.'

Quickly understanding, you hastily dropped to your knees. The sharp impact sent a jolt of pain through you as your knees smacked against the marble, and you winced slightly.

Raising your eyes, you met Zeus's intense, unreadable gaze. The silence in the room was palpable as the other gods watched quietly, their formidable presence overwhelming yet oddly reassuring in this moment of truth.

Zeus then began to speak, his voice resonating throughout the grand hall as he adressed the assembly of gods. "We gather here today to witness and decide the fate of a new being among us—a being born not from human will but from the convergence of divine elements, a being unlike any minor spirit or nymph."

His eyes then snapped back to you, focusing with an intensity that felt as if it could pierce through to your very soul. "You will start as a minor god, with the potential to ascend to a full Olympian role," Zeus declared, his words echoing around the room. "You are now a god, yes, but untested and young. A god of the seasons—powerful, vital to the world's balance. Yet, you are untrained, and your place among us is not yet fixed."

He continued, the weight of his gaze never wavering from you. "Your creation is a unique blend of divine forces—life, death, and the cycles of nature—shaped by the combined divine influences of Demeter, Persephone, and Hades. Born not of mortal desires but through divine convergence, you embody more than a single realm. Seasons flow through you, as do the profound threads of life and death, growth and decay."

Zeus paused for a moment, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in before outlining the challenges ahead. "To merely wear the mantle of godhood is not enough. You must prove to us that you can wield it without the world paying the price for your inexperience." The king of gods looked at you squarely, his eyes searching for any sign of understanding or hesitation.

He then hinted at the trials you must face to solidify your position, such as stabilizing the seasonal balance and mastering your unique duality of life and death. "These are not merely tasks, but essential proofs of your capability to manage the responsibilities that come with your powers," he added sternly.

Finally, Zeus concluded his speech, fixing you with a look that demanded both your full attention and understanding. "Do you comprehend the gravity of why you stand before us today?" he asked pointedly.

You nodded, a mix of anxiety and resolve settling within you.

"Good," Zeus acknowledged with a slight nod, signaling a shared understanding of the path that lay ahead for you. His gaze then sharpened, becoming more direct. "Now, repeat after me," he instructed, his voice carrying a solemn weight that filled the grand hall.

Hesitantly, you nodded, feeling the weight of every eye upon you as you prepared to speak. Zeus began the vow, and you echoed each phrase carefully, your voice steadying with each word.

"I swear to uphold the balance and use my power for the good of the world." Your voice wavered slightly but held firm as you repeated after him.

"I swear to honor the cycle of the seasons, guiding their passage with care and purpose." The weight of the promise settled deeper in your chest.

"I swear to protect the harmony of nature and time, ensuring their balance is never broken." You echoed him, feeling the gravity of the words tying you to your duty.

As you finished speaking, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a flash of black and gold. Turning slightly, you saw three figures in cloaks approaching.

As they drew closer, each pulled off their hood, revealing themselves: an old, decrepit woman with a gaze as sharp as it was wise; a middle-aged woman whose stern demeanor seemed to command respect; and a young woman whose eyes sparkled with a curious intensity.

Despite their different appearances, the string they held between them—a shimmering golden thread that seemed to pulse with life—clearly marked them as the Fates.

The presence of the Fates at this moment didn't just signify the importance of the ceremony; it also stirred a deep feeling within you about your ascension to godhood. Seeing them, you couldn't help but feel a surge of apprehension about what your future held.

The Fates were entities of immense power, their decisions shaping the lives of mortals and gods alike. The realization that your path was now likely intertwined with their designs added a layer of gravity to the already heavy mantle of responsibility you had just vowed to carry.

Suddenly, Zeus' voice broke through your thoughts, a commanding echo that brought you back to the moment. "From this day forth, you shall take your place among the gods as the personification of the seasons. The balance of life and change shall rest in your care." Standing to his full imposing height, he made the official proclamation. "Now, let the ritual ceremony begin. Those who choose to, may offer you their blessing, granting you the gifts to fulfill your divine role."

After the declaration, Zeus nodded his head, signaling the start of the ritual. Demeter was the first to step forward, her presence as nurturing as ever, yet tinged with the solemnity of the occasion.

"____. You are my creation, born from love and nurtured by the seasons," Demeter began, her voice resonating with a warm strength. "As your mother, I grant you my strength to endure, to grow even in the harshest times. You are the bearer of growth, the herald of life and death's delicate dance, and like the harvest that follows toil, your resilience will carry you."

As she spoke, she raised a hand, and it briefly glowed with a vibrant green light before something materialized in the air before you. It was a staff, made of entwined vines, golden wheat, and budding flowers, symbolizing her blessing of fertility and abundance.

Hesitantly, you reached out and took the staff, feeling its life force pulsing through your fingers. Looking up to Demeter, you saw her smile warmly. "May your roots run deep, and your branches reach ever higher," she said, her eyes gleaming with pride and hope for your future.

The significance of the staff and her words sank in, grounding you with a tangible connection to the earth and the cycles you were now bound to oversee.

As you grasped the staff, a sense of purpose filled you, intertwining with the newfound power coursing through your veins. The tangible connection to the earth and its cycles seemed to anchor your very essence, reinforcing your role within the pantheon.

"Heheh, I suppose, I'll go next~" Aphrodite sanf in a singsong tune, giggling prettily before beginning to speaking. "Love created you and love will sustain you, even when the seasons of your heart change. Remember, love is not only given but returned. I gift you a reminder of the beauty in connection, so you may inspire love as much as you receive it."

With a graceful motion, Aphrodite raised a hand before blowing a kiss in your direction. You watched in awe as a delicate pink heart fluttered down towards you, landing playfully on your nose. You couldn't help but sneeze gently, causing a ripple of laughter from the goddess of love.

From that tiny contact, a warmth spread quickly, a blush-pink glow radiating outward from your nose before swirling inward and vanishing into a single point at your heart. Aphrodite leaned on her throne, head tilted and with lidded eyes, she purred, "And whatever you receive, little one, may it always reflect what was given," she said in lilting and soft voice that seemed to weave through the air like a gentle breeze.

The warmth from Aphrodite's blessing left a lingering sense of comfort and affirmation within you, a subtle but potent reminder of the interconnectedness of all things, especially within the realm of emotions and relations.

This warmth seemed to permeate deeper, settling into your very essence and soothing some of the uncertainty that had gripped you since your arrival in Olympus.

It was then that Athena cleared her throat, indicating she would offer something next. With a poised assurance characteristic of the goddess of wisdom, she began, "Given the uniqueness of your existence and the responsibilities it entails..."

Athena's movements were measured and deliberate as she stepped forward, her grey eyes piercing yet calm. "Wisdom is a steady flame and will guide you through storms and shadow, illuminating paths you may not yet see," she said. "The seasons are a cycle, and with each turn, you'll face challenges. I grant you the clarity to navigate your role—not just as a force of nature, but as a being who must choose how to wield that power."

She then touched two fingers to her temple and pulled them away, holding between them a small, misty orb that glowed with a silver light. With a flick of her fingers, she sent it in your direction. It landed softly on your temple before disappearing; as the glow faded, you felt a clarity settle over your mind, as if your thoughts had sharpened, and the fog of confusion had lifted.

"May your decisions be just, and your path steady," Athena concluded, her voice resonating with a quiet authority that seemed to echo the solidity of her blessing.

This new clarity felt like a light had been switched on in a dark room, making you more aware of your surroundings and the weight of your decisions. It was as if you could see the threads of consequence more clearly, allowing you to anticipate and consider the outcomes of your actions more accurately.

Just then, a voice shouted, "Dibs! I call next!" Before you could even blink, Hermes was leaving his seat, not content to stay put like the others. He jumped up, flying over the assembly; his winged sandals fluttered as he grinned mischievously.

Once he reached you, Hermes couldn't resist a comment about your stature. "I'm not saying you're not powerful, but you're so tiny I could fit you in my pocket," he chuckled, quickly adding, "But don't worry, I've got just the thing to help you keep up with the big leagues."

As he spoke, Hermes began digging into his satchel, continuing, "You've got a lot on your plate, kid. So here's the deal—I'm giving you the gift of adaptability. Change is constant, right? Seasons, emotions, people—they all shift. You'll need to be able to keep up. And if you get lost in the chaos, well..." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice with a conspiratorial grin. "You'll always know the way back."

Finally, with a triumphant "A-ha!" Hermes pulled his hand from the satchel. In his grasp was a small, glowing feather. He held it in front of you, explaining, "This is one of my molted feathers. It's seen more corners of the world than most will ever dream of."

He placed the feather on your shoulder, where it dissolved into a faint shimmer. "Now you'll never be lost," he declared before flying back to his seat with a satisfied smirk.

The light touch of the feather left a tingling sensation where it vanished, instilling a subtle but profound sense of direction and purpose within you. You felt as though no matter where you went or how far you strayed, finding your way back would always be within your reach.

After a moment of silence, where no one else spoke, Zeus nodded to Hestia to begin concluding the ceremony. Hestia stood up, preparing to speak, but surprisingly, Ares cut her off. "Guess I'll add my gift too," he said, his tone less gruff than usual, which even caused Aphrodite to giggle.

"How sweet, Ares," Aphrodite teased, her voice lilting with amusement. The war god turned to her with a wolfish grin before his intense gaze locked onto you. It was intense, but not unkind, as he began to speak.

"Emotions are the fire of change," Ares declared, his voice resonating like a battle drum. "They burn, they rage, they consume—and yet, from their ashes, transformation is born. You carry the seasons' power, and with it, the chaos and beauty of change itself. I gift you the sensitivity to emotion, to feel it, to understand it, and to channel it. From that, change will thrive."

Ares raised a hand, clenching it into a strong fist. You watched, mesmerized, as a faint red glow gathered around it. Then, he opened his fist, releasing a rush of red sparks and fog that shot straight toward you, hitting you squarely in the chest. A small "oof" escaped your lips as you staggered back from the impact.

As you regained your balance, a heat—sharp but not painful—spread through your body like a flicker of fire. As the glow faded, you felt a heightened awareness of the emotional currents around you, as if the air itself hummed faintly with unspoken feelings.

"Emotions are power. Learn to wield them," Ares said firmly, his gaze still fixed on you, challenging yet encouraging.

The weight of his gift settled within you, offering not just the ability to sense and understand emotions more deeply but also the challenge to use them as a tool in navigating the complexities of your new role as a god.

You could feel every subtle shift in the room, each current of feeling from those gathered—a new layer of perception that was both exhilarating and daunting.

Hestia looked around the room, ensuring no one else intended to offer a gift. Nodding her head, she turned to you with a sweet smile, a softness in her eyes that felt like coming home. "I'm usually in charge of concluding ceremonies such as these," she began, her voice as comforting as the warmth from a fire. "But before I do, I would like to bless you as well."

"The hearth is the heart of every home, a place of balance and peace. I grant you the grounding to remember who you are, no matter how the world changes," she declared, her voice imbued with a gentle authority.

She then lit a small flame in her palm, the fire dancing gracefully before it floated over to you, much like the blessings from the others. The flame disappeared as it touched your skin, but for a moment, a golden warmth covered your body, a sensation like the embrace of a long-lost friend.

"Every cycle needs a foundation. May your spirit burn steady, guiding you through every season," Hestia concluded, her tone imbuing each word with a wish for stability and strength in your life.

As the warmth from Hestia's blessing faded, you felt a profound sense of completeness, as if each of the gifts from the gods had woven together to form a tapestry of divine support and guidance.

With each blessing, you felt increasingly prepared to undertake the responsibilities of your new divine role, each gift a tool to aid you on the journey ahead. As this realization settled within you, a new surge of determination steeled your spirit.

Zeus then stood up, indicating that the blessing ritual was concluding. He walked down from his high throne towards you, his presence as commanding as ever. In his raised hand, a glowing light began to swirl, coalescing into a tangible form before revealing a crown floating within the radiant mist.

This crown was not merely a piece of regalia; it was a mixture of many elements of the natural world—fallen leaves, budding flowers, and icicles—each representing the cyclical nature of the seasons.

He stopped before your kneeling form and officially declared your title as a god of the seasons, setting the crown upon your head to mark your ascension. "With the blessing of Olympus and the consent of the Fates, we recognize you, ____, as a god of the seasons."

As soon as he spoke these words, golden threads of light enveloped you, lifting you off the ground a few inches. For just a moment, your body became transparent, revealing the flow of the seasons within you—flowers blooming, leaves falling, snowflakes swirling—before you solidified again.

Then, your physical form began to shift, growing more radiant and ethereal.

From their spots, the Fates began chanting, the string in their hold slipping and floating over, wrapping around you before melting into your skin. The threads showed that this moment was woven into destiny itself.

Your eyes glowed with newfound power, and your skin shimmered with a dynamic play of colors that reflected the seasonal cycle, indicating your deep connection to the natural elements and your role as their steward. This transformation marked not only your physical change but also symbolized your acceptance into the pantheon as a deity with a unique and essential duty to the world.

When it was over and you were back on the ground, a short but unusual feeling rushed through you; it wasn't exhaustion, but it wasn't raw energy either. It was something in between, a profound sense of being connected deeply to the natural cycles around you.

Some of the gods let out audible sounds of awe or surprise, prompting you to look over yourself; you had to hold back a gasp.

Your skin now had an array of different colors, like the vibrant hues of fall leaves, while flowers print seemed to bloom across your skin.

Your fingertips were green, as if stained by the fresh sap of new leaves, and vines curled around your forearms and legs, integrating naturally with your body.

Your eyes were pitch black, yet they twinkled with the illusion of forever falling snowflakes, a mesmerizing sight that captured the essence of winter's beauty.

You looked over your hands, taking in your new appearance. Bangles adorned your forearms, chiming softly with every movement, reminiscent of the sound of wind through trees or rain falling.

The staff Demeter had given you had also changed; it was now covered in a layer of frost, enhancing its mystical appearance. Your clothes had transformed as well. You were now wearing a knee-length tunic that was currently icy whites and silvers, adorned with frost-like designs that sparkled as if kissed by frost. The fabric appeared ethereal, almost weightless, like woven starlight or clouds.

Around your waist was a cinched, jeweled belt with a central gem representing the cycle of the seasons—a four-segmented design, each segment distinct and symbolizing spring, summer, autumn, and winter. On your feet were simple sandals, but you noticed that every time you moved your foot, you left frosty prints as if walking in the snow.

As you touched the crown, feeling its sharply cold surface, you realized it wasn't just the physical sensation that shifted—it was the crown itself that changed with the seasons. Currently, because it was winter, the crown felt as if it were made of ice, each facet and gem mirroring the frosty environment around you.

Every detail of your transformation was designed to resonate with the cycle of the seasons, from the frosty footprints you left behind to the vines that wrapped around your limbs, now dormant and dusted with snow.

It was a profound reminder of your role as a deity of the seasons, a role that required you to be deeply in tune with the natural world and its ever-changing rhythms.

Zeus stepped back, turning to address the assembly with a voice that commanded silence across the vast hall. "It is done. Let it be known that ____, God of the Seasons, now walks among us. May he uphold the balance and fulfill his purpose." As he spoke, the gods, as well as the Fates, responded by bowing their heads—a formal gesture of acceptance, marking you as one of their own. All then stood to their feet in a reverent acknowledgment of your new status.

Hades was the first to react post-announcement, his form blending into the shadows and disappearing without a sound, a typical departure for the Lord of the Underworld.

Meanwhile, Dionysus, with a twinkling grin and barely contained excitement, boomed, "Time to get a feast started for this celebration!" He then left the hall, pulling Apollo and Athena along with him, his laughter echoing back into the space.

As the hall began to clear, Demeter approached you, her expression filled with a mix of joy and tears. She reached out, gently touching the side of your face, her eyes gleaming with emotion.

It was only then that you noticed you had grown. You weren't as imposing as Zeus or Ares, but you were noticeably taller than before, now standing at a height that reached Demeter's collarbone—a significant change from being at her mid-thigh previously.

Observing your surprise at your new height, Hermes couldn't resist floating over to join in the moment. With his usual playful smirk, he commented, "Well, look at you now—still small, but I wouldn't dream of pocketing you anymore." His words brought a light-heartedness to the moment, easing some of the solemnity from the earlier ceremony.

Embarrassment warmed your cheeks, and the flowers in your hair responded to your emotions by curling up slightly, which drew a teasing "aww" from Hermes. His laughter bringing a light-heartedness to the moment, easing some of the solemnity from the earlier ceremony

Before the moment could continue, Zeus ambled over with a few other gods. He turned to Demeter, his voice carrying a tone of urgency. "Your presence is needed in the mortal realm—winter still continues and needs to be maintained," he said, clearly outlining the necessity of her role in managing the seasons on Earth.

His eyes landed on you momentarily, a mix of stern authority and subtle reassurance coloring his gaze. "You'll remain in Hestia's care until your home—your palace—is built here on Olympus," he explained. "Normally, a minor god would not receive such an honor, but given your unique heritage and divine parentage, you'll be given the simple honor of having your own residence in the divine realm."

You stuttered out a "Thank you" as Zeus turned to leave, Hera's arm linked with his, both moving with the poise and confidence of rulers.

Behind them, Aphrodite lingered with Ares. She turned back to you with a playful glint in her eyes, "Don't be a stranger, dear. Do stop by to visit one of these days," she purred, reaching out to caress the underside of your chin lightly, her touch as mesmerizing as it was unsettling.

You managed a stuttered "Bye," watching as she sashayed away, holding the arm of the war god, uncaring of her husband's—Hephaestus—watchful eyes as he limped slightly behind them.

Hermes, still near you, chuckled lightly, his voice tinged with amusement and a hint of warning. "Careful," he quipped, "she'll have you wrapped around her finger faster than you can say 'Zeus's lightning bolt!' Just look at my muscle-head brother."

Your gaze followed their departing figures just in time to see Aphrodite, with lidded eyes, caress Ares's face, the god leaning down as they rounded the doorway corner. The interaction, brief as it was, painted a vivid picture of the complex relationships and dynamics that thrived among the gods of Olympus.

As you were still processing this glimpse into the intricate web of divine interactions, Hestia's voice gently pulled your attention back to the present.

"Hermes, you'll do right not to influence this young god with your trickery," Hestia chided, her tone light but firm, hinting at the deep respect and order she upheld within the pantheon.

Hermes just laughed, a sound rich with amusement, as he held both hands up in a gesture of mock surrender. "Who, me? Never," he quipped, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Then he turned to you, his expression softening into a grin. "I'll see you around, Sprout." With a wink, he flew away, his departure as swift as his arrival, calling out over his shoulder, "Arty! Just the goddess I wanted to see," as he playfully bothered Artemis while she walked out.

With Hermes' departure, the grandeur of the Council Hall felt more pronounced. It was just you, Hestia, and Demeter left in the vast space. The echo of Hermes' laughter still lingered slightly, reminding you of the lighter sides of divinity amid the solemnity of your ascension.

Hestia's presence was calming, a steady flame in the center of potential chaos, while Demeter's nearness reminded you of your roots and the journey that had led you here.

Together, they represented a spectrum of care—Hestia with her broad guardianship over hearth and home, and Demeter with her focused nurturing of life and seasons.

Demeter sighed, a wistful expression crossing her face as tears shimmered in her eyes. She spoke of returning to the mortal world, her voice thick with emotion. "I've always known you were special," she confessed, her voice soft. "I'll try to visit as much as I can, whenever I can," she promised, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

You stared up at her, your own eyes misting over, and in a moment of profound connection, you croaked out a term you had never used before, "Bye... mother."

This was the first time in your entire existence you had called her that. For a second, Demeter's lips parted, her hand flying to her chest as if struck by the weight of the word. Then, she rushed forward to engulf you in another embrace, murmuring, "My little one," her voice thick with emotion.

When she finally pulled back, she turned to her sister. Demeter's voice held a plea as she looked at Hestia. "Please... look after him," she asked, her tone laden with a mother's concern.

"Of course, I will," Hestia assured her, nodding solemnly. Her tone was warm yet resolute, a promise from one sister to another, sealed in the sanctity of their divine roles.

With a final hesitant touch, a soft caress that lingered a moment too long, Demeter stepped back. Her entire form then lit up in a brilliant display of green and gold auras. She minimized into a glowing golden orb that floated around your head twice, as if saying a final farewell, before zipping away to the mortal realm.

The room felt emptier without her presence, the lingering warmth of her touch a stark contrast to the cool grandeur of the throne room. You stood there for a moment, lost in thought, reflecting on everything that had transpired.

Hestia's voice gently broke your reverie, "Would you like me to show you to your room?" she asked kindly. You agreed, grateful for her guidance.

As you followed the Hearth Goddess out of the throne room, you couldn't help but wonder what lay in store for you. Each step felt like a move towards a future filled with unknowns, but with the support of the gods and the newfound powers you possessed, you felt a cautious optimism about facing whatever challenges might come.

A/N: thank you so much for taking the time to read 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄, 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔. this story holds a deeply personal place in my heart, and knowing that you’ve given it a shot means more to me than words can express. 

when i started writing this, i was in a dark place—like so many of us were during the early days of covid. i lost my father during that time, and it shattered me. my dad was my biggest supporter, always telling me how much he wanted to read my stories. but back then, i couldn't bring myself to show him my work. i felt like it wasn’t good enough, like i wasn't good enough.

now, i'm doing what i couldn't do then. this story is my way of honoring his memory. it's about finding yourself, about rebirth and growth, even when the world feels cold and dark. it took a lot of time, tears, and healing to get here, but i'm proud of what i've created.

i hope this story speaks to you in some way too. whether it's the mythic adventure, the emotional undertones, or just the escape of diving into another world, i hope it brings a little light to your day.

thank you for being part of this journey with me. ❤️

—XANI 🌺

[myshitnothingtoseehere]

X-men X PJO AU

Charles Xavier - son of Athena blessed by Hestia

Erik - son of Ares

Raven - daughter of Aphrodite with shape shifting abilities

Alex (and Scott) Summers - son of Apollo

Hank - a satyr

Moira - human, hunter of Artemis

Angel - daughter of Boreas

Sean aka Banshee - son of Apollo

Darwin - son of Hebe

Azazel - son of Hermes or Hades with Shadowtravel

Janos - son of Zephyrus

Emma Frost - daughter of Athena blessed by Aphrodite

Irene Adler - Oracle

[starless-nightz]

PERCY JACKSON/HEROES OF OLYMPUS (books)/PERCS JACKSON (show) MASTERLIST

Percy Jackson (show):

Clarisse dating HCs

Clarisse throwing an apple at her daughter of Aphrodite! S/O

Clarisse with a daughter of Hestia! S/O

more to be added...

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus:

I would burn the world for you, mother -> Platonic! Nico X mother figure! reader

Platonic! Nico with a bsf who's a daughter of Demeter

Zoe falling for a daughter of Apollo who saved her

Pipers S/O meeting her dad HCs

Piper spending Halloween with her S/O

Bianca with a Amy Rose! S/O

Piper falling for a daughter of Apollo

Reyna with fem! S/O who helps her with her work

Piper meeting your family HCs

Athena and Hera with a S/O who likes to give them gifts

Piper with an Addams! S/O

Artemis with an asexual! gn! god! S/O

Ghosts -> platonic! Nico X dead! fem! reader

The Snake and the Dove -> Piper McLean X daughter of Medusa! reader

Platonic! Jason comforting daughter of Poseidon! reader

Zoe dating HCs

Zoe falling for the adopted daughter of Artemis! reader

Artemis and Zoe not realising they like each other

Zoe being set up with Artemis' and Apollos triplet! fem! reader by Artemis

Being a daughter of Hera HCs

Being a daughter of Hestia HCs

Nico with a younger sister! reader whos a lot like Percy, Jason and Leo

Child of Hestia getting injured in battle

Platonic! Overprotective! Artemis with adopted! daughter! reader

Platonic! Hestia interacting with her demigod! child HCs

more to be added...

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[superr-star]

Random EPIC (and just Greek myths in general) ships I like

Pt. 1 maybe?

I’m bored so here are some of my fav:

crackships | rarepairs | duos, trios, ect |

P = platonic

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

Circe x Hermes

Penelope x Ody

Perimedes x Polites

Perimedes x Elpenor

Tiresias x Hermes

P! Circe x Polites (I’d just think they would get along tbh)

P! Ody x Hermes

P! Telemachus x Hermes

Ctimene x Eurylochus (I LOVE THEM SM❤️)

Calypso x Antinous (ALSO LUV THEMM)

Poseidon x Amphitrite

Poseidon x Antinous (always bros before hoes-)

Aphrodite x Ares

Apollo x Hyacinthus

Apollo x Daphne

(Ok guys hear me out-) Apollo x Daphne x Hyacinthus (we’re gonna ignore that two out of three of them are dead)

Dionysus x Adrianne (did I spell her name right?)

P! Athena x Artemis (badass virgin besties😋)

Hades x Persephone

P! Hestia x Demeter

P! Hestia x Dionysus

P! Athena x Telemachus

Hera x Zeus (Hera lowk deserves better than Zeus)

P! Aeolus x Hermes

P! Artemis x Hermes x Ares (got this one from a myth with the three of them)

P! Artemis x Apollo

The muses x Apollo (I don’t know wether it to be platonic or not since I read somewhere that Apollo slept with all the Muses-)

Calypso x Circe

Eurylochus x Polites

P! Artemis x Aeolus

that’s all I could think of rn